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Summary: After getting drunk at a bar and meeting Jet, Sokka wakes up the next morning and has to decide if he wants more of what he and Jet did the previous night. Fluff resumes.
Warnings: Nudity, male/male sexual activities.
Sokka blinked blearily, wishing his head would stop feeling like moose-lions were stomping around inside it. He was on a futon mat, and he could make out a wooden floor. Someone’s arm was around him, their hand splayed across his chest—
Sokka’s brain snapped to full wakefulness as he abruptly sat up and realized, to his shock, that Jet was next to him. Sokka thought, what in the world?!
He tried to remember why under all the eyes of the Spirits he’d decided to sleep in the same bed with Jet, and then groaned and slapped his face into his palm as he remembered the whole damn bottle of sake.
The gritty feeling in his pants told him he’d definitely been up to something with Jet, as crazy and weird as that was. Even as he tried to not remember what they’d gotten up to, his mind traitorously played back images of rubbing, kissing, hands roaming—
Jet woke up just as Sokka grabbed for his shirt, cursing himself for taking too long to take stock of the situation and get out of there.
Jet grinned jauntily and lazily said, “Good morning. Sleep well?”
Sokka blurted, “Jet, what did we do?!”
“Sokka, our shirts are off. What do you think? Anyway, look – you said some things when you’d had too much to drink and then kissed me. Considering I’m attracted to you, too, it shouldn’t be a surprise what came next.”
Sokka’s stomach twisted. Yes, he could remember all that – hazily, but it was there. Had he really kissed another boy? He’d always thought the idea would make him sick, sicker than the time he’d had Polar Leopard Pox.
But… well, it didn’t. Not really. Still, the fact that he was near Jet kind of creeped him out, if only because the last time he’d seen Jet, the boy had been angry over his plans being thwarted.
And there was the way he’d led on Katara. Not cool.
Jet sat up and said, “You seem to be upset about what we did. Is there a problem?”
Sokka snorted, “Hell, yes, there is. The last time I saw you, you were going to wipe out a Fire Nation village, you stupid penguin-fish!”
Jet didn’t even seem to notice. He smiled weirdly and said, “You must be mistaken. I don’t remember doing that. Really; there’s nothing to be worried about in Ba Sing Se.”
Sokka’s headache flared to life and he gripped his head as the pain rushed through him. Jet’s warm hands steadied him as he was pulled into a light embrace.
Jet must have understood, because he spoke softly so Sokka’s headache didn’t get worse. “Relax. Breathe. You got really drunk last night and you haven’t had any water yet. Just stay calm and let yourself relax.”
Sokka decided that was good advice and also decided that whatever had happened to Jet, he wasn’t going to worry about it. He let his head fall into Jet’s lap as he lay prone, staring into Jet’s face as the other boy’s hand stroked his hair softly. Jet’s other hand was gently rubbing Sokka’s upper arm. Sokka closed his eyes, sighing in relief as the light stopped bothering him.
“Say, what is that thing at the end of your hair, here?” Sokka felt Jet flick the tail of hair at the back of his head, after which Jet resumed running his hand gently over Sokka's skull.
Sokka muttered, “Warrior’s Wolf Tail. It’s a Water Tribe thing.”
“It looks good on you, I think. You’re pretty good-looking, you know.” Jet's hand on his arm moved to brushing his cheek and jawline. Sokka was too relieved to not have a headache to worry about Jet acting like a girl.
Sokka barked a weak laugh. “Thanks. I think.”
Jet’s voice got a bit huskier as he said, “So, want to hear about what we did last night?”
“Assume for the moment I’m actually interested.” Maybe if he didn’t sound too eager, Sokka might catch Jet lying.
Jet chuckled and moved his hand from stroking Sokka’s face to Sokka’s chest, sparking a sudden flow of blood into a body part he didn’t really want distracting him. He focussed as Jet spoke.
Jet told a tale of an encounter started by a confession and a kiss. It rang true with Sokka’s memories, as much as he didn’t want entirely to admit that he’d … well, enjoyed it. And was enjoying the tale, if truth be told.
Sokka opened his eyes and looked at Jet. “It actually happened?”
“Yeah.” Jet swallowed. “Interested in doing something like it now?”
Sokka dithered. On the one hand, the sensation below was hard to ignore. On the other, he kind of wanted to leave and clear his head. Jet’s finger began stroking Sokka’s nipple, and he threw caution to the wind and said, “Sure.”
Then the dryness in his mouth finally got to be too much. He said, “But can we get some water? I’ve got to drink something.”
Jet nodded, threw his shirt on and left the room. He was back in a minute with a mug and a pitcher. Sokka drank greedily, feeling the cool water run down his throat. He handed the mug to Jet and smiled in bliss.
After Jet drank, he set the mug and pitcher aside, looking steadily at Sokka. He said, “Can you take your pants off and sit up, on your knees?”
Sokka eyed Jet warily. “You do it too, then.”
Jet shrugged. “Okay. We can keep our eyes on each other.”
Sokka slowly removed his remaining clothes, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at standing naked before someone else for the first time he could remember.
Jet’s body was like his, though probably more well-built. They each sank to their knees on the futon, facing each other. Sokka hesitantly put his hand on Jet’s shoulder, then brought his face in for a kiss. Being mostly sober now, Sokka was able to appreciate the texture of Jet’s lips, the feeling of Jet’s tongue, his hand slowly going through Jet’s shock of hair…
Jet’s hand rested on Sokka’s leg. As the kiss ended, Jet’s hand seemed to indicate he was asking permission for something. Sokka, not fully understanding, rested his hand on Jet’s chest, feeling the other boy’s rapid heartbeat.
In a low voice, Jet said, “Can I … touch you? There?”
Sokka couldn’t believe it. His arousal actually seemed to get stiffer at the thought. His mouth suddenly dry, he tried to swallow and rasped, “Okay. But I get to touch you, too. Down there, I mean.”
Feeling another person’s hand around his erection caused Sokka to moan, closing his eyes as he relished the sensations coming from there.
He barely remembered to open his eyes again and let his own hand fall, gently grasping Jet’s erection. It felt strange; it was a bit like grasping his own, but there were some differences in skin texture and the shape as he slowly stroked.
Jet’s own stroking soon found a rhythm, Sokka managing to match it as his hand moved up and down, hearing Jet groan in appreciation.
Jet’s other hand went up to Sokka’s face, his thumb pushing the point of Sokka’s jaw up so their mouths could meet.
The kiss transported Sokka to new heights of ecstasy as their lips locked amid their mutual stroking session.
Before long, Jet broke the kiss and whispered, “Faster.”
Sokka obligingly sped up, opening his eyes to see what would happen. Jet’s eyes closed, and his mouth hung slightly open as his free hand clenched Sokka’s thigh. “C’mon, I’m almost there… please, Sokka…!”
Sokka sped up the pace of his stroking even more, and was soon rewarded with Jet’s whole body stiffening – straining – then Jet’s erection spasmed in Sokka’s hand as the orgasm took him.
Jet’s forehead fell onto Sokka’s shoulder as he fell from the heights of his ecstasy. Sokka chuckled as he saw the aftermath; the futon was covered in the white material he knew came from his own self-pleasuring sessions.
He noticed Jet’s hand had stopped stroking and he said, “Um, Jet?”
When he got no response except for heavy breathing on Jet’s part, he snorted, knocked Jet’s hand away, and used his own hand. Even though Sokka had done this many times before, the warmth of another person next to him – the charged sexual atmosphere – even the smells of sex – all combined to quickly send him over the edge, causing him to push up on his knees a little bit as his head now fell on Jet’s shoulder as his body shuddered in pleasure, feeling the streams of fluid leaving his erection.
Sokka realized the intensity of the orgasm he’d just felt must have been pretty close to what he’d done last night. If this was what things could be like—
His thoughts shifted as Jet stirred. He looked at Sokka and laughed. “Impatient enough to take care of yourself, huh? Well, never mind. Anyway – well – thank you. For this.”
He planted a gentle kiss on Sokka’s forehead and moved away to put his clothes back on.
Sokka felt a sense of loss, but sighed and accepted it, putting his clothing back on as well. He was a Water Tribe warrior, and warriors couldn’t spend all their time playing. His jaw set as he quickly poured himself another mug of water and drank it.
Jet was also a fast dresser, it seemed. He stood near Sokka, who noticed they weren’t so far apart in height now. Sokka said, “Listen. Whatever we did in here – it stays in here. I can’t get distracted. There’s a war on, and I have to help Aang.”
Jet laughed. “Don’t be silly, Sokka. There is no war. Not in Ba Sing Se.”
Sokka frowned. Whatever. Jet always was a bit intense and weird about some things. “Yeah. Sure. Anyway, I’m heading back.”
Just before Sokka could open the door, Jet said, “But didn’t we have a good time? Wouldn’t you want to do it again?”
Sokka grimaced. “Maybe some other time. Right now, I don’t know. I gotta get some fresh air.”
He opened the door and headed down the stairs. Dimly, he remembered what the bar looked like from the previous night, and found his way to the front doorway. Sighing, he decided to just make the best of it and head back to the Inner Ring, even though it looked like that journey would take a while.
Jet stood alone. He would have to report back to Joo Dee. Nothing shamed him about what he’d done, yet somehow he wanted to keep as much of it as private as possible.
He left some money in the room to pay for the mess on the futon, and left the bar to re-enter the city. As he walked through the city, he breathed deeply and smiled. He was amidst an oasis of peace and plenty: a city without war, without pain.
Yet Sokka’s words rang in his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to exorcise them from his mind.
There wasn’t a war.
There was no war in Ba Sing Se.
Thanks go to ayala_atreides for beta reading this! \o/