Restless Hearts

Chapter One; That may have been a mistake

Sokka groaned softly, rolling over onto his back on the furs beneath him. Not that he had been sleeping anyways. There was a reason he'd stalked up onto one of the hanging platforms outside the rooms they'd taken. He sighed, staring up into the tall, concave ceiling of the cavern. What was left of the fire beside him cast a soft glow over his body. Ever since they had come to the western air temple he'd felt...restless. And he tried to convince himself that it had nothing to do with the fire nation prince who'd joined them. But who was he kidding?.

Sure, Zuko was an asshole, and he pretty much hated his guts, but dammit if he wasn't hot, and no that wasn't a firebender pun. Sokko had caught himself staring on more than a few occasions. Like when he'd rounded into Zuko's room without announcing himself, half expecting him to be brooding by the window, and caught him kneeling in front of a bowl of water, shirtless, and dragging the rough edge of a scrap of cloth over the divots in his sculpted stomach instead. He'd played it off of course, snickered and ran his fingers through the back of his short hair beneath his warrior's bun and dropped a casual joke about knocking. But he had a sinking feeling that after the fourth time the prince had turned his fierce, golden eyes up through his shaggy bangs and zeroed in on Sokka, tongue caught between his lips, staring lustfully at him across the camp, that he had put the pieces together by now.

It wasn't like he LIKED him or something. The thought made him glare up into the dark recesses above him, chest heaving as he tugged his blankets up around his throat. He should have just forgotten about it and gone to bed. There was no way he could sleep now though, not after the image of Zuko on his knees, with water trickling down his bare throat and pooling in the curve of his collar bone had surfaced in his mind so vividly. Fuck...he was already half hard, and the second that he shifted under the blankets and accidentally grazed his swelling dick with his hand, a familiar feeling flipped through his stomach. Shit. He peered up over his chest, glancing over toward the dark doorway in the side of the rock that led down into the dorms. He could take care of himself right there, and no one would have known- but then...no, that was a horrible idea.

He knew it was a horrible idea the second that he had it, but he could already feel his muscles tensing and dragging him up onto his feet, and it's not like he hadn't noticed Zuko watching him in return. Was he out of his mind for thinking that maybe...just maybe, Zuko MIGHT be into him too?. It's not like he was planning on carving him an engagement necklace or anything. Maybe they could just...have some fun?. He grinned as he carefully tiptoed down the carved spiral staircase and into the long hall of cloth covered doorways, blue eyes peering through the thin tapestries to make sure everyone else was still asleep. Come on, all he had to do was keep his shit together for a little bit. He could do that right?. He was Sokka! He was charming and funny and who could resist his sea blue eyes, and that cocky grin?.

Well, whatever he had been planning, it evaporated straight out of his head the second that he ducked into Zuko's room, and his gaze settled over the other boy's form. He had himself propped up against the temple wall, his bare chest moonlit through the square window and rising slowly- and fuck those golden eyes flickered with fire when Sokko startled him. They narrowed, and that grating voice rumbled through the shadows so deep and gravely that Sokka's cock jumped against his thigh.

"What do you want? Here to berate me some more?...I GET it, you don't trust me". Zuko snapped, golden eyes narrowing fiercely. It was clear he hadn't quite forgiven Sokka for being so hard on him. But It wasn't his fault that Zuko had been such an asshole this entire time!. Sokka wasn't there to fight though...no, in fact, he wanted quite the opposite. So he sucked in a steadying breath and dipped his eyes, shuffling awkwardly under the blue cloth that still partly divided them.