Only If For a Night(MxM)

There were many different types of kisses and most served a purpose to convey emotions, and while Jet wasn't always the best with his words, he was pretty good with his lips.
Something nice and warm bloomed like sunshine in Zuko's stomach, fluttering up his throat and coming out with a sigh.
Jet pulled them apart with his eyes still closed, fingers still trapping Zuko's chin, hand still clenched around his shirt collar.
He opened his reddened lips to say something but Zuko beat him to the punch, "Don't say sorry," he said quickly.
"Okay," Jet sighed, peeking at the teenager.
But Zuko had tasted like his mom's cooking and smelled like spring air and hair gel.
Slowly he unclenched his fingers from his shirt collar and swiped his thumb over Zuko's lips, making the teenager's heart try and leap from his chest.