Only If For a Night(MxM)

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**AN** Zuko isn't as angry as he is in the show. Jet  isn't too much of an asshole and isn't an orphan because I can't mentally handle writing that much pain and I love the idea that Jet has loving parents, therefore not allowing him to become a raging asshole

Jet stood like he always did, level gaze, legs apart, and hands clasped in front of him. His sunglasses allowed him to survey the room without telling the audience where he was looking.

The large building was dreadfully cold, the air vent above his head was pouring out ice cold air down is back and head. He could ignore the frigid air all the same, but his client could not. Zuko didn't do well in cold. Most of the business convention was in Mandarin and Japanese, a language that Jet's high school didn't bother preparing him for. It was supposed to be in English, but it often fell back to the multiple languages of the businessmen, who all seemed to speak at least four different languages fluently.

Agni Ozai had brought his son to the meeting because he was under the impression that his son, Agni Zuko, wanted to be a stockbroker like his father. Jet knew for a fact, that since he had spent almost every night supervising the teenager for the past year, that Zuko wanted nothing to do with the stock market, of any country. Zuko wanted to sing and write songs and play his piano and violin.

The teenager had pretended to pay attention at the beginning of the meeting. But when the hours stretched on, and his father no longer looked at his son or even remembered that he was in the room, Zuko nodded off in his chair despite the constant yelling.

Jet couldn't help himself; it was amusing watching the kid fall asleep. His eyes would slowly roll to the back of his head, and his chin would slip from the palm of his hand. He would jerk awake from the force of falling, and sit up straight again, only to repeat the whole process over again. Jet suppressed a smile when he heard the seventeen-year-old snore quietly. He slowly sidestepped closer to Zuko's chair and nudged him the shoulder with his elbow. Zuko startled awake and glanced around wildly. He caught Jet's eye and smirked despite the situation.

Zuko glanced down at his several thousand dollar watch and blinked slowly at the time. It was close to midnight.

The meeting was grueling, but it was finally winding down to the end, and if Jet knew anything, he knew that Mr. Ozai wouldn't take kindly to Zuko being asleep.

Zuko was immediately the face of gratitude, walking around the room and bowing to the businessmen and thanking them profusely for letting him observe how businesses and stockbrokers worked.

Jet followed the child prodigy out of the room, murmuring quietly into the microphone piece to the other guard that was in charge of Agni Ozai, that he was leaving the building with Zuko.

The change in Zuko was almost immediate. As soon as the door closed behind them, and his father was no longer able to see him, the immaculate posture of the teenager drooped into an exhausted slump. He ran his long piano fingers through his carefully coiffed hair, pulling it into disarray.

Usually, Jet would have scolded him to keep it together and stay alert until they got into the car, but he had to admit, the kid had a hard day. Not to mention that Jet had been with him through every step of it, and he too was ridiculously tired.

Jet unlocked the car from across the parking garage, starting the engine. If there were any explosives attached to the starting mechanisms, they would have been triggered while Zuko and Ozai were a safe distance away.

The black suburban started without a hitch.

Jet hopped into the front seat while Zuko gracefully lowered himself into the passenger side. He shrugged off the black suit blazer and tossed it into the backseat. Jet tried not to think about how the blazer cost more than his first car and how the kid was throwing it over his shoulder without a second thought.