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keelywolfeFor the Love of Cheese
By Keelywolfe
NC-17
Sokka/Zuko, Hints of Sokka/Suki
Summary: Set during 'The Ember Island Players'.
Eleventh in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Say Anything
Interlude, Suki
Random Curiosity
Envy Was A Fever
Couldn't Drag Me Away
~~*~~
If there was one good thing about dating an elite warrior who has trained for many years in the art of stealth, it was that they could always find the best closets. This particular one was backstage in the Ember Island theatre and it had a nice convenient lock on the door in case someone tried to come in for a change of costume.
Suki had her arms and legs wrapped around him, her back against the door as they kissed, and Sokka hummed contentedly into her mouth. There wasn't much time left in the intermission but they had time for this. He cupped one breast through her shirt, felt the peak of the nipple against his thumb as she moaned happily into his mouth.
"We need to get back," she said breathlessly, squirming a little in his arms.
"Mmhmm," Sokka mumbled, pulling away with a sigh. Just one last kiss, soft and sweet, and then he set her back down on her feet. She was so pretty, cheeks flushed and her eyes sparking blue. She was smart and funny and just plain wonderful, and he loved her.
Which was why Sokka didn't quite understand what he said next. "Do you think Zuko's all right?"
Suki blinked. "What? What do you mean?"
"I mean, he seems really down about the play."
For a second, he kind of thought he was going to end up with his second concussion of the week, and seriously, he wouldn't have blamed her because what the hell? But the fury in her eyes was gone in a blink and she smiled instead, gently. "Well, let's go check on him, then."
Smart, pretty, wonderful, and understanding. Heck with it, Suki was perfect. He hugged her, a little helplessly, and then took her hand and pulled her along with him.
Zuko was still where they'd left him when they'd gone off to find Sokka's doppelganger. Sitting on the floor next to Toph, talking, and he didn't seem like someone who was in the throes of abject despair.
In fact, he was smiling. Not a smirk, which Sokka had seen before, not that creepy grin he'd seen that went along with the horrifying laughter that still haunted Sokka's dreams, and that was pretty much enough for Sokka to think they should never have A Talk, again. This was just an honest, warm smile and Sokka trailed to a stop, barely noticing Suki bumping into his back. That small curve of lips, such a simple thing to anyone else, transformed him. Everything about him seemed lighter, his eyes, the fall of his hair around his face, the set of his shoulders. Zuko had always been attractive; much as he hated his scar, Sokka thought it just added a little mysterious appeal, but to Sokka's eyes it was that little smile that made him...beautiful.
Sokka blinked a little, finally noticing Suki looking at him curiously, and started forward again. Whatever Zuko and Toph had been talking about, she clammed up when she felt them coming and Zuko glanced in their direction, his eyes meeting Sokka's and that smile widened, genuinely welcoming and even better for it.
Sokka groaned inwardly. Spirits, he was in so much trouble.
"Are we ready to go and complain about the rest of the play?" Sokka said, a little too loudly, still clinging to Suki's hand.
"Might as well finish it," Zuko shrugged, climbing to his feet. He didn't wait for them, walking up the aisle and sliding back into his seat next to Katara while Suki and Sokka sat behind him. The rest of the play wasn't much of an improvement over the first half but Sokka nearly squealed in delight when the actor playing him took his advice.
"Darn right," Sokka whispered to Suki, who was muffling her giggles in his shoulder, "Of course I know what I would say. No one plays a better me than me!"
He didn't pay much attention to Zuko, that little smile reassuring him that the other boy wasn't taking this too much to heart, until Zuko's character vanished from the stage. Burned to death in false flame by his own play-sister and the sound of applause washed over them, his own people cheering his demise.
Sokka reached out without thinking, laying an awkward hand on Zuko's shoulder. Katara and Aang were looking at him, too, their faces drawn with concern. He didn't seem to notice, staring in shock as his people stood in their seats and clapped. Watching Aang's actor 'die' as well was almost anticlimactic and they were all standing before the applause had faded, filing out slowly into the night air.
They were all subdued as they left the theater, barely trading a few halfhearted remarks. The night sky was half-obscured with clouds, no hint of the moon lighting it, as gray and dismal as the mood hanging between them all.
Each of them drifted their own way when they got back to the house. Sokka started to follow Suki inside, hesitated as he saw a taller, shadowed figure walking down towards the beach. He stood there, one hand on the door, watching Zuko fade from sight.
He might have stood there all night, wavering between two desires, if it weren't for Suki. She gave him a little smile, something in it that he couldn't decipher before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "Go on, I don't think he needs to be alone right now."
Perfect. That was Suki. He pulled her in tight and gave her a longer kiss, pouring a promise into it before he let her go and started jogging down to the beach.
Zuko wasn’t hard to find, sitting in the cool sand not far from the surf, his boots like peeled fruit skins next to him. There was a faint breeze, cool enough to make Sokka's skin prickle and it caught at Zuko's hair, long strands stirring around his face. The sand shifted beneath his feet as he walked closer, tempted to touch that soft, cool hair and Sokka knew just how it felt, heavy between his fingers like dark, thick silk.
Instead, Sokka sat down next to him, kicking off his own boots so he could bury his feet in the coarse grains of sand. He supposed he should say something, at least someone should ask him if he was all right but if anything Sokka was less of a chatty guy than before and touchy-feely with Aang had taken on an all new meaning where Zuko was concerned. That left him with this, sitting next to Zuko and offering some sort of silent, manly comfort with his mere presence. That would just have to be good enough.
Unfortunately, Zuko didn't seem to have received that mental message.
"Can I ask you something?" Zuko asked softly, his eyes on the ocean. They were almost too close to the water, one wave brushing icily over their bare toes.
He didn't wait for Sokka to reply. "Did Jet really die?"
Well, it looked like they were talking, after all. Sokka shrugged. "I don't know but...I think so."
Zuko was silent for a long moment, one hand sifting restlessly through the sand. "Even though we ended on bad terms, I never wanted him to die," he said softly.
"What?"
Zuko glanced at Sokka, a little flustered, "We were...on the ferry to Ba Sing Se, he and I..."
"You slept with Jet?" Sokka said loudly. Zuko winced.
"You don't have to tell the entire island!"
"Yes, I do! You slept with Jet?"
"So what?"
"When you said you'd been with someone before, I didn't think it was Jet!"
"What does it matter who it was?" Zuko asked, bewildered.
"Because I know Jet! Knew Jet! And now that's in my head...argh!" Sokka covered his face with his hands and flopped back into the sand. Zuko with Jet, Zuko doing things to Jet, why was it that he was being bombarded with all this potential nightmare material these past few days?
Zuko didn't seem particularly thrilled with the turn of events either, although why he was upset, Sokka didn't know. It wasn't like he was imagining Jet with Sokka...ewwwww, geez, he'd done that to himself!
"Sokka," Zuko said, a little peevishly, "I don't mean to insult your consoling technique, but this isn't really making me feel better about my dead ex. Maybe you should just go."
"No, no, I can do better!"
Except he wasn't quite sure how but the only other option was to leave and Sokka knew for sure that he didn't want that. How could he when he knew that Zuko would sit down here half the night, remembering the delighted cheers from his people as they watched him 'die', gods, brooding over the loss of whatever tiny affection they'd given him before. And Jet--
As Sokka had said many times before, he was a man of action. And so it seemed wisest to capture Zuko's face in his hands and just kiss him, banishing that sorrowful look with lips and tongue until Zuko kissed him back. He pulled back long enough to fumble with Zuko's belt, stripping it away so that his tunics fell open and he could slide his hands over silky, warm skin. Always so warm, shivering briefly against Sokka's cooler hands as he found a nipple, scraped his thumbnail over it lightly until it peaked against his fingertips.
Zuko sighed into his mouth, falling back a little on his elbows and Sokka followed him, their mouths jarring apart but that was all right because he kissed his way downward, licking softly at the hollow of Zuko's throat.
Strong hands slid up to rest on his shoulders, fingertips gentle as they touched his ears, his hair but Sokka shook them away impatiently. He knew exactly what he wanted and he knew right where it was, too.
"So talk to me about it. How did you end up with Jet?" He pressed his mouth low on Zuko's belly, following the fine trail of hair down from his navel. Hey, he had always been good with following a map and he knew right where these directions were leading him.
Zuko drew one leg up and leaned back on his elbows as Sokka untied his pants, tugging the heavy material out of the way. Nuzzled his way inside and here was where the real heat was, the warm smoky scent that he'd long since come to associate with Zuko and sex was strongest here and Sokka buried his face in Zuko's lap and inhaled deeply, ignoring Zuko's startled gasp, the pleading arch of his hips.
"Talk to me!" Sokka said sharply, the words muffled in skin.
Zuko's voice was faint, barely audible over the snarling waves. "I was really...I was lonely...and he was there."
"Kind of like me, huh?"
"No." He could feel Zuko shaking his head, felt that hand resting on his shoulder creeping up again to twine in his hair. "It was nothing like being with you."
Even one handed Zuko managed to easily pull Sokka's hair free from the topknot to let it fall down around his face, which meant he was still way too focused. He managed to tug Zuko's pants down a bit, letting the hard length of his cock almost bounce free in eagerness. It was easy to lick at the head, running his tongue down the jagged circumcision scar, tracing it with the tip. He'd asked the Zuko about it once but the other boy had actually paled and silently shook his head. So he figured he didn't want to know about the bizarre circumcision rites of the Fire Nation. Some mysteries weren't meant to be solved.
"Did he do this to you? Suck you off?" Sokka let his breath ghost over hot flesh, following it with his tongue.
"Yes," Zuko whispered, barely a breath. "Once. On the boat. He...ooooh," his voice trailed into a moan.
That was good, that was perfect. He wanted to hear Zuko's voice, wanted that throaty tenor to moan and beg, plead with him for more. He wanted to be better than Jet, wanted it to be so good that Zuko would look back on it on his death bed and mourn that the world would never again see the like of Sokka's mouth.
Sokka tipped his head just a little, looked up to see Zuko had his head thrown back, mouth open as he panted and his eyes were closed. It made him pull back a little and bite just a fraction too hard at the tip and Zuko jumped, accidentally pushing himself deeper as he hissed. "Be careful!"
Sokka let him slip from his mouth and gave him a damp, cheeky grin. "Just making sure I have your attention."
Faint, breathless laughter, "Believe me, you have my complete attention."
If he didn't, then this would get it, Sokka decided. In one easy, smooth move he leaned down and wrapped his lips around the tip, swallowing Zuko's cock into his throat. He could feel the patter of Zuko's pulse against his tongue, the soft cry that escaped from the other boy as his hand went tight in Sokka's hair and he pushed up, almost deeper than Sokka could take.
He probably wouldn't have admitted it, not after the many times he'd teased Zuko about it, but Sokka loved doing this. Loved the feel of hard, silky skin against his tongue, loved licking those helpless little sounds out of Zuko, loved feeling him loving it. Loved--
Sokka pulled back abruptly, ignoring Zuko's disappointed sound and the hopeful arch of his hips. Instead, he ran his hands over Zuko briskly, searching.
"Where is it?" he demanded.
The fog in Zuko's eyes cleared briefly, "Where's what?"
"You always have some sort of lube on you, so where is it?"
He blinked a little, trying to clear his thoughts. "It's not lubricant, it's an ointment for cuts and burns," Zuko smirked. "Luckily it's versatile."
If it hadn't been so dark outside, Sokka might have seen where Zuko had it stashed. As it was, he didn't much care, barely sparing a thought as he skimmed his clothes off as to where exactly Zuko was getting this stuff and how he was explaining that they needed so much of it.
It was easier to ignore all those messy little questions and dip his fingers into the small jar, coating them. He wrapped his hand around Zuko, smearing it briskly over hot flesh before reaching back and sliding a finger inside himself. He saw Zuko's surprise, eyebrows raised, well, eyebrow, wow, he was having sex with a guy who only had one eyebrow.
"Shut up," he muttered to his brain. Just shut up for five minutes.
"I didn't say--"
"Then don't start!"
At least Zuko took the occasional order because he fell back again, subsiding, letting Sokka shuffled forward and straddle him, steadying himself with one hand on Zuko's flat belly as he reached back with the other one to hold Zuko's cock steady, positioning himself.
"Sokka, are you--" Whatever Zuko had been trying to say dissolved in a smothered sigh, Sokka sinking back, forging through the burn as he tried to find that spot again, that little feels-so-so-good inside place. His breath hitched, hips wriggling impatiently because Sokka knew it was there...oh...right there.
"Oh, that feels so good," Sokka whimpered, rising up on his knees and back down hard, jolting inside him.
"Ah!" Zuko cried out softly, his fingers clenched in Sokka's hips, trying to take some control. Sokka ignored them, moving to his own rhythm and Zuko would just have to come along for the ride. "Sokka," Zuko gasped out. "I love..."
Sokka's heart froze, his body not quite able to do the same.
---this," Zuko panted. "Love being inside you, love how tight you are, love...it."
Me too, Sokka didn't say, grinding down, trying to get Zuko even deeper when the world suddenly turned upside down and Zuko was over him. It took him a moment to reorientate and see that Zuko had flipped him onto his back, his knees caught in the crooks of Zuko's arms as he thrust in deeply.
"So...good," Zuko groaned before he leaned down and caught Sokka's mouth in a wet kiss, tongues moving against each other and Sokka might have agreed if the world hadn't caught fire behind his eyes, if he hadn't been squirming against Zuko's grip, begging with tongue and teeth for more, please, more.
The sudden wash of cold water over them barely registered. All he could feel was the heat from Zuko's skin, his breath as he pulled back, thrust deeply a last time before the tremors overtook him and he could feel Zuko spilling inside him, Sokka tipping over the edge with him as his mind bled colors he'd never even heard of.
It took at least two more rushing waves of salty water and one decent shove to get Zuko to roll off of him. As it was, the two of them barely made it back onto dry land, the sand clinging to their bodies like a komodo chicken leg coated for frying.
Sokka didn't much care. He flung an arm over his eyes so he didn't have to look at himself. "Hey, can I ask you something, now?"
From the direction where he knew Zuko was sprawled, he heard a word that seemed to be built of consonants. "Mmph."
Sokka decided that was close enough to a yes. He moved his arm enough to peer out from under it. "What's your opinion of cheese?"
Apparently, the question was of a level that Zuko was willing to move just to stare at him. "Um. I like cheese?" he said doubtfully, like he couldn't quite believe those words were actually being spoken.
"Just like, huh. You don't happen to have some rapturous enjoyment of cheese, some deep love for it that you've never mention?"
Zuko shook his head slowly. "You're really weird."
"Yeah, I know," Sokka sighed. "Never mind, it was a longshot."
In a minute, Sokka was going to get up and take a quick dip in the ocean because even salt water was better than what they were coated with right now. He figured Zuko would join him and then maybe they'd go back to his room and sleep, or not, but whatever they did, he was here right now.
Sokka slid his hand through the sand until he found one of Zuko's, twining their fingers together. After a moment, Zuko squeezed back, gently, and the two of them lay in the sand for just a little while, looking up at the dismal gray sky.
-finis
By Keelywolfe
NC-17
Sokka/Zuko, Hints of Sokka/Suki
Summary: Set during 'The Ember Island Players'.
Eleventh in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Say Anything
Interlude, Suki
Random Curiosity
Envy Was A Fever
Couldn't Drag Me Away
~~*~~
If there was one good thing about dating an elite warrior who has trained for many years in the art of stealth, it was that they could always find the best closets. This particular one was backstage in the Ember Island theatre and it had a nice convenient lock on the door in case someone tried to come in for a change of costume.
Suki had her arms and legs wrapped around him, her back against the door as they kissed, and Sokka hummed contentedly into her mouth. There wasn't much time left in the intermission but they had time for this. He cupped one breast through her shirt, felt the peak of the nipple against his thumb as she moaned happily into his mouth.
"We need to get back," she said breathlessly, squirming a little in his arms.
"Mmhmm," Sokka mumbled, pulling away with a sigh. Just one last kiss, soft and sweet, and then he set her back down on her feet. She was so pretty, cheeks flushed and her eyes sparking blue. She was smart and funny and just plain wonderful, and he loved her.
Which was why Sokka didn't quite understand what he said next. "Do you think Zuko's all right?"
Suki blinked. "What? What do you mean?"
"I mean, he seems really down about the play."
For a second, he kind of thought he was going to end up with his second concussion of the week, and seriously, he wouldn't have blamed her because what the hell? But the fury in her eyes was gone in a blink and she smiled instead, gently. "Well, let's go check on him, then."
Smart, pretty, wonderful, and understanding. Heck with it, Suki was perfect. He hugged her, a little helplessly, and then took her hand and pulled her along with him.
Zuko was still where they'd left him when they'd gone off to find Sokka's doppelganger. Sitting on the floor next to Toph, talking, and he didn't seem like someone who was in the throes of abject despair.
In fact, he was smiling. Not a smirk, which Sokka had seen before, not that creepy grin he'd seen that went along with the horrifying laughter that still haunted Sokka's dreams, and that was pretty much enough for Sokka to think they should never have A Talk, again. This was just an honest, warm smile and Sokka trailed to a stop, barely noticing Suki bumping into his back. That small curve of lips, such a simple thing to anyone else, transformed him. Everything about him seemed lighter, his eyes, the fall of his hair around his face, the set of his shoulders. Zuko had always been attractive; much as he hated his scar, Sokka thought it just added a little mysterious appeal, but to Sokka's eyes it was that little smile that made him...beautiful.
Sokka blinked a little, finally noticing Suki looking at him curiously, and started forward again. Whatever Zuko and Toph had been talking about, she clammed up when she felt them coming and Zuko glanced in their direction, his eyes meeting Sokka's and that smile widened, genuinely welcoming and even better for it.
Sokka groaned inwardly. Spirits, he was in so much trouble.
"Are we ready to go and complain about the rest of the play?" Sokka said, a little too loudly, still clinging to Suki's hand.
"Might as well finish it," Zuko shrugged, climbing to his feet. He didn't wait for them, walking up the aisle and sliding back into his seat next to Katara while Suki and Sokka sat behind him. The rest of the play wasn't much of an improvement over the first half but Sokka nearly squealed in delight when the actor playing him took his advice.
"Darn right," Sokka whispered to Suki, who was muffling her giggles in his shoulder, "Of course I know what I would say. No one plays a better me than me!"
He didn't pay much attention to Zuko, that little smile reassuring him that the other boy wasn't taking this too much to heart, until Zuko's character vanished from the stage. Burned to death in false flame by his own play-sister and the sound of applause washed over them, his own people cheering his demise.
Sokka reached out without thinking, laying an awkward hand on Zuko's shoulder. Katara and Aang were looking at him, too, their faces drawn with concern. He didn't seem to notice, staring in shock as his people stood in their seats and clapped. Watching Aang's actor 'die' as well was almost anticlimactic and they were all standing before the applause had faded, filing out slowly into the night air.
They were all subdued as they left the theater, barely trading a few halfhearted remarks. The night sky was half-obscured with clouds, no hint of the moon lighting it, as gray and dismal as the mood hanging between them all.
Each of them drifted their own way when they got back to the house. Sokka started to follow Suki inside, hesitated as he saw a taller, shadowed figure walking down towards the beach. He stood there, one hand on the door, watching Zuko fade from sight.
He might have stood there all night, wavering between two desires, if it weren't for Suki. She gave him a little smile, something in it that he couldn't decipher before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "Go on, I don't think he needs to be alone right now."
Perfect. That was Suki. He pulled her in tight and gave her a longer kiss, pouring a promise into it before he let her go and started jogging down to the beach.
Zuko wasn’t hard to find, sitting in the cool sand not far from the surf, his boots like peeled fruit skins next to him. There was a faint breeze, cool enough to make Sokka's skin prickle and it caught at Zuko's hair, long strands stirring around his face. The sand shifted beneath his feet as he walked closer, tempted to touch that soft, cool hair and Sokka knew just how it felt, heavy between his fingers like dark, thick silk.
Instead, Sokka sat down next to him, kicking off his own boots so he could bury his feet in the coarse grains of sand. He supposed he should say something, at least someone should ask him if he was all right but if anything Sokka was less of a chatty guy than before and touchy-feely with Aang had taken on an all new meaning where Zuko was concerned. That left him with this, sitting next to Zuko and offering some sort of silent, manly comfort with his mere presence. That would just have to be good enough.
Unfortunately, Zuko didn't seem to have received that mental message.
"Can I ask you something?" Zuko asked softly, his eyes on the ocean. They were almost too close to the water, one wave brushing icily over their bare toes.
He didn't wait for Sokka to reply. "Did Jet really die?"
Well, it looked like they were talking, after all. Sokka shrugged. "I don't know but...I think so."
Zuko was silent for a long moment, one hand sifting restlessly through the sand. "Even though we ended on bad terms, I never wanted him to die," he said softly.
"What?"
Zuko glanced at Sokka, a little flustered, "We were...on the ferry to Ba Sing Se, he and I..."
"You slept with Jet?" Sokka said loudly. Zuko winced.
"You don't have to tell the entire island!"
"Yes, I do! You slept with Jet?"
"So what?"
"When you said you'd been with someone before, I didn't think it was Jet!"
"What does it matter who it was?" Zuko asked, bewildered.
"Because I know Jet! Knew Jet! And now that's in my head...argh!" Sokka covered his face with his hands and flopped back into the sand. Zuko with Jet, Zuko doing things to Jet, why was it that he was being bombarded with all this potential nightmare material these past few days?
Zuko didn't seem particularly thrilled with the turn of events either, although why he was upset, Sokka didn't know. It wasn't like he was imagining Jet with Sokka...ewwwww, geez, he'd done that to himself!
"Sokka," Zuko said, a little peevishly, "I don't mean to insult your consoling technique, but this isn't really making me feel better about my dead ex. Maybe you should just go."
"No, no, I can do better!"
Except he wasn't quite sure how but the only other option was to leave and Sokka knew for sure that he didn't want that. How could he when he knew that Zuko would sit down here half the night, remembering the delighted cheers from his people as they watched him 'die', gods, brooding over the loss of whatever tiny affection they'd given him before. And Jet--
As Sokka had said many times before, he was a man of action. And so it seemed wisest to capture Zuko's face in his hands and just kiss him, banishing that sorrowful look with lips and tongue until Zuko kissed him back. He pulled back long enough to fumble with Zuko's belt, stripping it away so that his tunics fell open and he could slide his hands over silky, warm skin. Always so warm, shivering briefly against Sokka's cooler hands as he found a nipple, scraped his thumbnail over it lightly until it peaked against his fingertips.
Zuko sighed into his mouth, falling back a little on his elbows and Sokka followed him, their mouths jarring apart but that was all right because he kissed his way downward, licking softly at the hollow of Zuko's throat.
Strong hands slid up to rest on his shoulders, fingertips gentle as they touched his ears, his hair but Sokka shook them away impatiently. He knew exactly what he wanted and he knew right where it was, too.
"So talk to me about it. How did you end up with Jet?" He pressed his mouth low on Zuko's belly, following the fine trail of hair down from his navel. Hey, he had always been good with following a map and he knew right where these directions were leading him.
Zuko drew one leg up and leaned back on his elbows as Sokka untied his pants, tugging the heavy material out of the way. Nuzzled his way inside and here was where the real heat was, the warm smoky scent that he'd long since come to associate with Zuko and sex was strongest here and Sokka buried his face in Zuko's lap and inhaled deeply, ignoring Zuko's startled gasp, the pleading arch of his hips.
"Talk to me!" Sokka said sharply, the words muffled in skin.
Zuko's voice was faint, barely audible over the snarling waves. "I was really...I was lonely...and he was there."
"Kind of like me, huh?"
"No." He could feel Zuko shaking his head, felt that hand resting on his shoulder creeping up again to twine in his hair. "It was nothing like being with you."
Even one handed Zuko managed to easily pull Sokka's hair free from the topknot to let it fall down around his face, which meant he was still way too focused. He managed to tug Zuko's pants down a bit, letting the hard length of his cock almost bounce free in eagerness. It was easy to lick at the head, running his tongue down the jagged circumcision scar, tracing it with the tip. He'd asked the Zuko about it once but the other boy had actually paled and silently shook his head. So he figured he didn't want to know about the bizarre circumcision rites of the Fire Nation. Some mysteries weren't meant to be solved.
"Did he do this to you? Suck you off?" Sokka let his breath ghost over hot flesh, following it with his tongue.
"Yes," Zuko whispered, barely a breath. "Once. On the boat. He...ooooh," his voice trailed into a moan.
That was good, that was perfect. He wanted to hear Zuko's voice, wanted that throaty tenor to moan and beg, plead with him for more. He wanted to be better than Jet, wanted it to be so good that Zuko would look back on it on his death bed and mourn that the world would never again see the like of Sokka's mouth.
Sokka tipped his head just a little, looked up to see Zuko had his head thrown back, mouth open as he panted and his eyes were closed. It made him pull back a little and bite just a fraction too hard at the tip and Zuko jumped, accidentally pushing himself deeper as he hissed. "Be careful!"
Sokka let him slip from his mouth and gave him a damp, cheeky grin. "Just making sure I have your attention."
Faint, breathless laughter, "Believe me, you have my complete attention."
If he didn't, then this would get it, Sokka decided. In one easy, smooth move he leaned down and wrapped his lips around the tip, swallowing Zuko's cock into his throat. He could feel the patter of Zuko's pulse against his tongue, the soft cry that escaped from the other boy as his hand went tight in Sokka's hair and he pushed up, almost deeper than Sokka could take.
He probably wouldn't have admitted it, not after the many times he'd teased Zuko about it, but Sokka loved doing this. Loved the feel of hard, silky skin against his tongue, loved licking those helpless little sounds out of Zuko, loved feeling him loving it. Loved--
Sokka pulled back abruptly, ignoring Zuko's disappointed sound and the hopeful arch of his hips. Instead, he ran his hands over Zuko briskly, searching.
"Where is it?" he demanded.
The fog in Zuko's eyes cleared briefly, "Where's what?"
"You always have some sort of lube on you, so where is it?"
He blinked a little, trying to clear his thoughts. "It's not lubricant, it's an ointment for cuts and burns," Zuko smirked. "Luckily it's versatile."
If it hadn't been so dark outside, Sokka might have seen where Zuko had it stashed. As it was, he didn't much care, barely sparing a thought as he skimmed his clothes off as to where exactly Zuko was getting this stuff and how he was explaining that they needed so much of it.
It was easier to ignore all those messy little questions and dip his fingers into the small jar, coating them. He wrapped his hand around Zuko, smearing it briskly over hot flesh before reaching back and sliding a finger inside himself. He saw Zuko's surprise, eyebrows raised, well, eyebrow, wow, he was having sex with a guy who only had one eyebrow.
"Shut up," he muttered to his brain. Just shut up for five minutes.
"I didn't say--"
"Then don't start!"
At least Zuko took the occasional order because he fell back again, subsiding, letting Sokka shuffled forward and straddle him, steadying himself with one hand on Zuko's flat belly as he reached back with the other one to hold Zuko's cock steady, positioning himself.
"Sokka, are you--" Whatever Zuko had been trying to say dissolved in a smothered sigh, Sokka sinking back, forging through the burn as he tried to find that spot again, that little feels-so-so-good inside place. His breath hitched, hips wriggling impatiently because Sokka knew it was there...oh...right there.
"Oh, that feels so good," Sokka whimpered, rising up on his knees and back down hard, jolting inside him.
"Ah!" Zuko cried out softly, his fingers clenched in Sokka's hips, trying to take some control. Sokka ignored them, moving to his own rhythm and Zuko would just have to come along for the ride. "Sokka," Zuko gasped out. "I love..."
Sokka's heart froze, his body not quite able to do the same.
---this," Zuko panted. "Love being inside you, love how tight you are, love...it."
Me too, Sokka didn't say, grinding down, trying to get Zuko even deeper when the world suddenly turned upside down and Zuko was over him. It took him a moment to reorientate and see that Zuko had flipped him onto his back, his knees caught in the crooks of Zuko's arms as he thrust in deeply.
"So...good," Zuko groaned before he leaned down and caught Sokka's mouth in a wet kiss, tongues moving against each other and Sokka might have agreed if the world hadn't caught fire behind his eyes, if he hadn't been squirming against Zuko's grip, begging with tongue and teeth for more, please, more.
The sudden wash of cold water over them barely registered. All he could feel was the heat from Zuko's skin, his breath as he pulled back, thrust deeply a last time before the tremors overtook him and he could feel Zuko spilling inside him, Sokka tipping over the edge with him as his mind bled colors he'd never even heard of.
It took at least two more rushing waves of salty water and one decent shove to get Zuko to roll off of him. As it was, the two of them barely made it back onto dry land, the sand clinging to their bodies like a komodo chicken leg coated for frying.
Sokka didn't much care. He flung an arm over his eyes so he didn't have to look at himself. "Hey, can I ask you something, now?"
From the direction where he knew Zuko was sprawled, he heard a word that seemed to be built of consonants. "Mmph."
Sokka decided that was close enough to a yes. He moved his arm enough to peer out from under it. "What's your opinion of cheese?"
Apparently, the question was of a level that Zuko was willing to move just to stare at him. "Um. I like cheese?" he said doubtfully, like he couldn't quite believe those words were actually being spoken.
"Just like, huh. You don't happen to have some rapturous enjoyment of cheese, some deep love for it that you've never mention?"
Zuko shook his head slowly. "You're really weird."
"Yeah, I know," Sokka sighed. "Never mind, it was a longshot."
In a minute, Sokka was going to get up and take a quick dip in the ocean because even salt water was better than what they were coated with right now. He figured Zuko would join him and then maybe they'd go back to his room and sleep, or not, but whatever they did, he was here right now.
Sokka slid his hand through the sand until he found one of Zuko's, twining their fingers together. After a moment, Zuko squeezed back, gently, and the two of them lay in the sand for just a little while, looking up at the dismal gray sky.
-finis
