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There’s fire in Jet, he shines so bright sometimes it’s blinding to stare at, but warm when the night is cold and you are alone. Charn quickly found himself being drawn to him like a moth searching for the flame.
They are much alike, loyal to a fault and stubborn, it was easy to butt heads, but even easier to become friends. Their souls have been intertwined, their destinies bound together, Charn wouldn’t be able to escape Jet if he tried, and soon enough he found himself not wanting to.
Charn loves him in a way that hurts, like the fire Jet carries inside, Charn constantly finds himself getting burned with how much he needs to touch, consume all that warmth, until there’s nothing but smoke on his lungs and Jet under his touch.
Jet, Jet, Jet... he whispers his name like a prayer as he buries himself in fire and ashes, discovering new sparks that will grow into embers that Charn can cover his body with, screaming for more of that sensation that burns so good.
He leaves his own marks some nights, Jet tries to cover them with his clothes, but Charn knows it’s there, red like the fire, teeth shaped and beautiful. He wishes everyone could see what Jet does to him, just how insane he makes Charn feel, so mad he barely recognizes himself, so in love his heart longs for the fire and when the fire finds him, he welcomes it with open arms.
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He doesn’t remember how it started – no, that’s a lie, he remembers Khachen and the cars, the taste of his own vomit and the fear of losing Jet. And he also remembers how Jet called him his first, how special it made him feel, and the fire burning a bit brighter that night.
Because in the end, that’s what this is all about – he's Jet’s first, and he’s Jet’s only.
The tourist at the beach, who came in too close, who looked at Jet like he’s something fun to have while he’s on vacation, Charn didn’t even have to say a word, simply threw his arm around Jet’s shoulder and let his body language speak for him. The fact Jet shuddered under his touch, swallowing around a lump in his throat, the tent in his shorts, that was for Charn to discover and enjoy at an appropriate time.
The waiter who gave Jet his number, who ignored Charn’s glare and winked at Jet when they were paying the bill. Charn found that his jealousy is fueled by anger and the sound of Jet’s moans when he slides inside, furious, all rough touches as he pins Jet’s wrists to the bed, fucking into him like he has something to prove – Jet is his, he growls, no one should dare think. The marks are a reminder and even if Jet spends most of their school day trying to hide the purples on his neck, Charn is content, because Jet will not forget either.
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He knows something is wrong when Khem keeps making small talk, pulling him towards the library for one reason or another while Jet is nowhere to be found. They aren’t codependent, Jet always insists; Charn doesn’t take part in that particular conversation, he likes when Jet is next to him or in his field of vision, he blames all the life or death situations, but honestly, having Jet around quietens the part of his brain that is always wondering where he is and who he is with.
When Jet finally shows up, with an entourage of girls following him, Charn takes a deep breath. Friends, he tells himself, Jet is allowed friends.
“She is gorgeous, and really smart,” one girl is saying and Charn notices Jet’s gritted teeth, “it will take just an hour-”
“Khem, Charn,” Jet shouts, suddenly, running towards them, he stops just close enough that Charn doesn’t have to reach out to circle his waist with an arm, pulling him closer. Jet visibly gulps, trying to push him away. Charn tightens his hold and when Jet widens his eyes at him, he raises an eyebrow, “Charn,” he warns, barely a whisper, but Charn doesn’t let him go.
The girls are still speaking, for some reason, and Charn has half a mind to stop a tirade of impolite words and curses, Jet is next to him, he is safe.
“Gia-”
“He is not interested.” Charn says, “obviously”. He pulls Jet by the hip, and the movement forces Jet to take a step forward so he’s in front of Charn, his back touching Charn’s front while Charn’s hand slides from his side to his belly, he splays his fingers open and his pinky grazes Jet’s belt. Jet utters another low curse, and the girls finally start to understand what Charn has been trying to show.
Jet is, and will always be, Charn’s.
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He presses Jet against the door as soon as it’s closed, pulling up his shirt so he can slide his hands inside, splay them over Jet’s front, feeling the goosebumps on his skin. Jet moans, moves his hips back to tease Charn’s crotch. He smiles, they don’t need this, there’s no need for foreplay, Charn has been hard since they got inside his car, Jet knew what was coming from the beginning.
“Why are they always coming after you.” He grits out, pulling at Jet’s belt and slipping his hand inside his pants to grab his cock. Hard and leaking, he licks Jet’s ear, eliciting another litany of moans. “Don’t they know-”
Jet pushes his ass harder onto Charn’s crotch, the message is clear.
“They do, how could they not know-” his noises are guttural and they only get louder as Charn starts using teeth on his neck, just another mark to add to the ones covering Jet’s chest, the inside of his thighs, “you keep fucking marking me-” he cries out when Charn pulls down his pants and underwear, exposing him to the cold air. He makes quick work on his fly and doesn’t even bother taking off his own pants, Jet likes it like this, so much he cherishes the marks Charn’s belt leaves on his ass.
“Don’t act like you’re complaining,” he forces Jet’s back down until his hands are on the closed door, pulls at his hips and slides between his cheeks, teasing, “don’t act like you didn’t want this.”
“Fuck you,” Jet moans, moving his hips back, inviting Charn in, “jealous boyfriend, fucker.”
Charn smirks, reaches down to line up his cock and doesn’t waste a time, leaves the teasing for later, when he will be able to lick Jet clean, play with his hole while Jet writhes and cries not knowing if he wants more or for the torture to stop.
He slides in, and it’s burning, like everything about Jet, it hurts and Charn wishes he could stay like this all the time, Jet is delicious, from his head to his cock to his hole, and Charn is the only one who’s allowed there.
“What are you waiting for, just-” Charn doesn’t let him finish, pulls back once and then forces his way in until his thighs are touching Jet’s cheeks, pressing hard then pulling back just to start again while Jet keeps crying, cursing, trying to hold himself upright against the door.
“You love this,” Charn sucks another mark on the back of Jet’s neck, slides a hand up until he finds Jet’s throat and squeezes, “you love it so much you keep asking for more,” he lets Jet gasp for air and then squeezes again. He times his thrusts with the squeezing of his fingers, until Jet’s moans turn into sobs, and then, just then, he pulls back and reaches for his hard cock.
“Charn, Charn- I can’t-” he can, he did before, Charn bites at his neck, thumbs at the head of his cock and feels as the fire inside Jet explodes.
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Jane’s eyes widen when she notices the red mark on the inside of Jet’s wrist, it was Jet’s own teeth who kept trying to stifle his moans when they were inside the car, outside a party where more guys kept trying to hit on Jet.
He’s popular with the older men and it’s not just creepy but unsettling, and it was Jet’s idea to pull Charn outside so he wouldn’t start a fight they knew he would lose. The fact they immediately started fucking was Charn’s fault, but his boyfriend never complains, welcomes him with his open hole, leaking lube and come when Charn pulls his pants down, his open shirt displaying the redness they both enjoyed seeing.
Jet’s sister have talked to both of them about it, threatened Charn while holding a knife, very pointedly hinting on all the places she would maim if she’s got word of Charn hurting her brother.
Charn understands and respects her enough to lower his head and nod, but the fire inside Jet burns so bright, more and more moths are attracted to his flame, and Charn is but a man who insists on protecting what is his.
“I'll be limping the whole day,” Jet warns, buttoning up his own shirt, helping Charn fix his hair, “and Jane will threaten you again- oh,” he touches Charn’s back and his fingers come back bloodied, “you’re bleeding.”
"It’s okay, they won’t see.” He licks Jet’s fingers clean, presses another kiss to his mouth.
Charn’s learned, a long time ago, that when you play with fire, it’s bound to hurt you back. But if you love the fire, you learn to treat your own wounds and come back for more, and Charn never loved anyone more.