Soulmates

A light smile spread across Sokka's cheeks as he reminisced about how he and Zuko first met. Even though that was just one semester ago, it felt like ages, like he'd known the boy for years. All that time alone in the armory together really allowed them to bond. Sokka was able to learn all about Zuko's insecurities with his coldhearted father, about his abandonment issues after his mother left, about his combative relationship with his sister, about his pretend girlfriend, Mai, who was also gay and secretly dating a perky cheerleader in their private high school, and of course about his ex, Jet, for whom Zuko had fallen hard, only to have his heart broken.

Sokka had never grown quite so close so quickly to anyone like this before. At this point in his short college career, he could safely call Zuko his best friend. They spent nearly all their free time together, whether they were studying, doing homework, playing videogames, or sparring. As long as they had each other, it was a good time. But after what happened in the locker room… Sokka was afraid he wouldn't be able to look at his friend the same way again. His mind just kept jumping back to Zuko with his fair skin and messy black hair stepping out of the shower, the light shining on his athletic frame, the water dripping down his taut stomach falling into the towel that clung so low on his waist.

The soft smile that Sokka had previously sported had morphed into something more mischievous. That's when he realized he was hard. Again. Maybe he was just… frustrated? He hadn't been laid in quite some time after all, and having a roommate prohibited him from jerking off as often as he normally would. This was probably just some sort of stupid teenage hormone thing. He stood from the bed and hurriedly walked across the room to lock his door. From there, he grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and set them on his nightstand. In the next second, his jeans and boxers fell to the floor. He took one last stealthy glance around the room and fell onto his back on his bed. And then his hand was on his cock.

He closed his eyes, recycling through arousing images in his brain until something stuck. The hot barista with the tattoo on her arm, hot girls, hot naked girls, hot naked girls kissing, a hot naked girl riding him with her large breasts bouncing up and down… but nothing lasted for more than a second. His mind just kept coming back to Zuko. His lithe yet muscular friend stepping out of the steamy shower, looking like some sort of god with his dark hair and deliciously yellow eyes. Sokka's breath hitched as he stroked himself, losing himself entirely to his imagination and what could have happened in the locker room…

"Ummm, Sokka? Are you feeling okay?"

"Huh, what?!" He stared up into his friend's piercing yellow eyes.

"Your cheeks are flushed. Are you getting sick?"

"No! No, I'm fine."

"What are you staring at…?"

"Nothing," he whispered quickly, looking down at his lap. "I mean… you."

"Excuse me?"

"I was staring at you," Sokka repeated, louder.

"Really? I'm… surprised. Flattered though. I just never really thought you were into guys."

"I'm not." He looked back up at his shirtless friend. "Well, I didn't think I was. I-I really don't know anymore."

"Well…" Zuko started walking toward him. "There's an easy way of testing it out," he smirked, offering his hand.

Cautiously, Sokka took the boy's hand and stood up. His face was just a breath away from Zuko's. His eyes cast down to his friend's lips. He swallowed.

Zuko brought his hand up to Sokka's cheek, gently grazing down his skin with his thumb until he reached Sokka's chin.

As Sokka felt Zuko's hand slowly raise his chin, his eyes flickered back up to his friend's and then back down to the boy's lips. In the blink of an eye, Zuko's mouth was on his own. He kissed back with hunger, setting his hands on the taller boy's hips and completely closing their distance with a forceful tug.

Zuko backed Sokka up against a gym locker, kissing him passionately, their tongues brawling for dominance. With his feet conveniently placed to both sides of Sokka's, the black-haired boy began rolling his hips slowly and softly against the shorter boy's.

Sokka released an urgent groan into Zuko's mouth, mimicking the movements of the boy's hips, pressing his fingertips slightly into his friend's lower back, just above his towel.

"I think you may be overdressed for this, my dear," Zuko purred, toying with the lining of Sokka's jeans. "Just think about how much more fun we could have if you didn't have these on."

"What kind of fun?" Sokka asked, breathlessly.

Zuko smirked. "The kind where I make you feel really fucking good."

"Well then… guess you'd better take them off of me."

"I guess so." He unbuttoned and unzipped Sokka's jeans, eagerly pulling them down to his feet.

With an ardent, greedy kiss, Sokka reached around his friend's back and pulled the yellow-eyed boy flush up against him.

"Sokka," the taller boy breathed between kisses, "you're already so hard for me. You must have wanted this for quite some time."

"Shut up," he muttered, claiming Zuko's lips once again.

He chuckled, teasing Sokka with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.

"We may be friends but you still piss me off sometimes."

"Aw," Zuko pouted. "Then what can I do to make it up to you?" He started kissing down Sokka's jawline, landing on his neck where he began licking the sensitive skin.

His hips jolted in response. "Come on, man. Don't put me on the spot like that."

"Tell me what you want, Sokka," he growled, pushing his hips more aggressively against his friend's. "You know I'd do anything for you."

Sokka bit his lip. "Then… touch me."

"What was that?"

"I want you to touch me."

"Where?" he taunted, before licking up the rim of Sokka's ear and biting the tip.

"You know where, damn it!"

He smirked. "You're so cute when you're flustered."

"Gee, thanks."

Kissing Sokka hard on the mouth, he slipped a hand down his friend's boxers, curling his fingers around his erection and pumping him slowly up and down.

"Oh God, that's good," Sokka groaned, dipping his head back.

"Yeah?" he hummed.

"Yeah. Keep going."

Zuko stroked him steadily, rubbing his own erection against Sokka's leg simultaneously.

"Faster," Sokka pleaded, thrusting his hips desperately into Zuko's skilled hand.

He pumped the boy faster, laying sloppy kisses on Sokka's shoulders.

"Just like that," he panted, feeling the aggravating yet gratifying pressure build inside of him, "just like that."

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he taunted.

"Please shut the fuck up, Zuko. I'm so fucking close." He thrust his length in and out of the boy's hand, the movements of his hips needy and erratic.

"That's so hot." He picked up the speed even more.

"I'm gonna cum," Sokka groaned, arching his back.

"Say my name. Say my name or I'll stop."

With just a few more quick bucks of his hips, Sokka shot his white-hot load whispering one word. "Zuko." He opened his eyes. The fantasy had been so realistic, Sokka nearly forgot he was in his bedroom. He had just cum hard into a tissue, which he promptly crinkled up and threw away. Recovering his breath, he brought a hand to his mouth, running his fingers over his lips and wondering if Zuko's name had really come out of there.

What did this mean?! Sokka wasn't entirely sure, but he was smart enough to know he could throw that entire conversation he had had with himself in the mirror not even thirty minutes ago right out the window. Maybe the reason why he'd never considered having a boyfriend before was because he grew up in small town middle-of-nowhere, where everyone was considered to be straight by default. Maybe he just wanted to fit in and be 'normal'. And maybe, just maybe, he and Zuko were meant to be more than just friends. Despite having very different backgrounds, they did have a lot in common and they always enjoyed their time together. They confided in each other, comforted each other when one of them had a bad day, made each other laugh…

So perhaps he did have feelings for Zuko, even if fantasy-Zuko was undoubtedly a thousand times more suave than the friend he'd come to know so well. But the real, more terrifying question was, did Zuko have feelings for him too?