Disclamer I do not own these amazing characters. And Broh needs to be cannon. They're my otp

First Date

Bo felt himself blushing for the 100th time that day. He could feel his face getting all warm and he begged the Spirits not to let the other man notice. It was after the war and Bolin was far beyond relived to see that his favorite dumpling shop survived. General Iroh insisted on going with him and Bolin could hardly refuse.

So there he found himself, having lunch with the calm cool and handsome Fire Lord General. Bo couldn't help his mind wander to the older man in front of him. Iroh was tall and well built. He had strong arms and a lean frame. His eyes were the color of honey that most fire-benders seemed to have. His hair was perfectly combed and looked silky soft and Bolin found himself, not for the first time today, wanting to run his hands through it-

A loud yet polite throaty cough pulled Bolin out of his thoughts. He felt his cheeks heat up again, he scolded himself for letting his thoughts run away from him. He's a General for Spirit's sakes Bolin thought to himself. What chance does he have?

Iroh was still looking at him expectantly.

"Oh-um," Bolin stammered out," Do you mind –um-rewinding?"

Iroh smiled kindly before saying a gentle voice, "I was wondering if you were ready to get back to the island. You seem a bit tired and it is getting dark."

"Oh," Bolin said. Truth is, it was getting dark and he did feel his eye starting to droop…But he didn't want this day to end. It's been fun eating his favorite dumplings and listening to Iroh talk about life in the navy and life outside of Republic City. He was polite yet funny, gentlemanly yet loose. Bolin had a great time even though he spent 99 percent of it trying not to make a fool of himself.

Bolin realized his little slip of not answering quickly enough. So he hurriedly stammered out, "Yea-yea. Ready to set sail whenever you are Captain-uh-General." He finished with a little mock salute.

Iroh laughed lightly. He stood then offered his hand to the younger man. Bolin almost stumbled before not-so-graciously taking the older man's hand in return. It was warm and calloused. Probably from all the fire-bending and fights he thought. Like a true gentleman Iroh tuck Bolin's hand in the crook of his arm, and then they were off. They walked hand to arm in silence. Bolin couldn't help noticing how the fire-bender's arm flexed. And Iroh couldn't help on noticing how strong and smooth Bolin's hand was.

As they reached the Temple Bolin gripped Iroh's arm tighter for some reason. He really didn't want to let go, much less let this day end. Iroh didn't seem to mind, the young general even seemed to smile a bit brighter.

When they were in front of the boy's rooms, Bolin reluctantly pulled his hand away. But before he could turn away, he felt the general snatch his hand back. A fire-bender couldn't make his face any warmer than it was now.

Quick as lightning, the young general bowed, placed a small kiss on the earth-bender's hand and said, "Until next time." Then he turned and walked away.

Bolin stood there for a minute. Two minutes. Five minutes before jumping up in the air doing a fist-pump. He would've squealed but that wouldn't have been very manly.

He went to bed with a smile, with his hand close to his heart.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Review please! Promise gonna update really soon.