Author's Notes: Hello, there. Thanks to all my followers for reading; love you all! This chapter fills the prompt someone gave me about Bolin saving Iroh in battle...kinda. And then, I do realize someone already filled the GlovePlay!Bolin prompt but I wanted to do it, too...so enjoy some smut at the end of this chapter!
Today was the day that Bolin was heading off with the UF fleet. He was nervous but overall excited for his first trip out of Republic City since coming back from the Southern water tribe. Mako was anxious, but knew his brother would be back within a month.
"You be safe, bro," Mako said during their tight hug.
"I will. Take care of Pabu, okay?"
They parted and Bolin jogged up onto the ship. Now standing next to the general, the teen waved good-bye. The currently small fleet started to leave the dock.
"I have your uniform below," Iroh stated.
"Oh, okay," Bolin smiled and followed the man under.
His new outfit was much more tightly fitted. It was different than the others worn on the ship, but he didn't have a rank yet so it was expected. A black tank top with yellow trim and collar stuck to his muscular chest. His pants were a bit baggier with a traditional green sash to tie them up. His knee-high boots were a shiny black and fully waterproof.
"Do I look hot or what?" he asked with a smug grin.
"You do," Iroh said with honesty.
This made the earth-bender lose his cockiness and replaced it will an embarrassed face.
"…Thanks."
Bolin could still feel his lips tingling from that kiss on the ferry the other night. And now he couldn't look Iroh in the eye. He had become nervous about the whole situation between them.
"Well," the general coughed, shifting his weight, "I'll let you get on with your duties."
The teen nodded before heading back up to the deck. Since they had just set sail, there wasn't that much of a bustling except for the maintenance of the weapons. Within an hour or so, they would reach a city which was currently under attack by a rogue group of Equalists.
Standing at the railing of the bow of the ship, Bolin breathed in the fresh, salty air. His stomach gurgled from the rough movements of the ocean, but he ignored it. He only had another moment of rest before he was called over by a cadet to help him oil up some moving joints on the guns.
As they pulled into port a good time later, they were met with Equalists climbing up the sides of the ship like spiders. Bolin spotted Iroh jump up onto the deck and began to fight the men. Unlike those at Republic City, they had weak, knock-offs of technology that used electrical shocks.
The earth-bender, not versed well in boat fighting, started to tie up the unconscious Equalists with spare ropes. But when he saw the general get thrown off the side, he instinctually followed him off the side.
Iroh was struggling to stay above water as he wrestled with three other men. In the shallower water, Bolin bent the rocks of the shore. He expertly clunked each of the Equalists on their heads. They were knocked out and floated on top of the choppy water.
"Thanks," Iroh sputtered as he treaded water.
The general grabbed two of the men and Bolin grabbed the other. They swam over to the shoreline where the UF soldiers were organizing things.
Iroh commanded loudly, "Get all these men to the cells on the ships. Sergeant, take a team into the city and clear out any other rebels."
Two cadets came up to Iroh with large medical kits.
"Bolin, come with us," the man ordered as he turned and headed out into the city.
The four of them went door to door and treated civilians' injuries. This was something that Bolin found fulfilling and he was glad that he had gone out on this trip. To see the family's faces and the relief they now felt from seeing the general himself helping them was amazing.
Bolin chose to play with any of the children he could find and make things feel normal again. As he finished establishing a small game of ball for the neighborhood kids, he looked up to see Iroh smiling at him a foot away.
The teen smiled back growing flustered and talked to alleviate the problem, "How much longer will the clean up take?"
"We should be able to leave by night fall."
The general was true to his word and they headed out as the moon started to shine down on them. The fleet would continue on for three weeks back to the Fire Nation to drop off many of the soldiers who had been working for months on end.
Bolin found the work on the ship strenuous but easier than he had expected. But after a storm had hit the night before, the earth-bender began to feel under the weather. The ocean rocked the boat and it was making Bolin unable to eat anything without becoming sick.
Iroh bumped into him on the deck, "Aren't you headed to lunch?"
"Um…yeah," he lied, "I was just going to tighten the ropes over there."
The general cocked his head, "That can wait until later. Come have lunch with me."
The teen now had no choice but to join him. Bolin tried to look as though he was eating when he was not. Iroh didn't seem to notice until he finished his food and the other was still fishing at the slop with his fork.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah," the earth-bender grinned falsely, "Cadet Kingsley just gave me his breakfast this morning, so I'm full right now."
Iroh seemed apprehensive, but didn't bother too much more. Bolin was relieved that he didn't have to eat anymore. They talked for a few minutes about more personal things until a sergeant asked for the general.
The teen was thankful for his leave as he quickly headed off to the bathroom. He stomach was already churning wildly and as soon as he leaned over the hole of the toilet, be emptied out his lunch. He sat down in the small wooden stall. The bathroom was thankfully void of any personnel during lunch time.
The ship bucked up from a large wave and it brought Bolin back to the toilet. Soon, dry heaving persisted due to his lack of eating. The room was very hot and he could feel the sweat running down his back under his shirt. The pain in his stomach made it impossible to pick himself up anytime e soon as he leaned against the wall.
An hour passed as he stared up at the ceiling with everything moving about. He was unsure if the movement was the ship or just his dizziness.
Suddenly, the stall door opened and Bolin jumped before clutching his stomach. Iroh was above him with a frown plastered on his face. He knelt down and reached over to touch the teen's forehead.
"I knew you haven't been looking well," the general mumbled.
Bolin waved his hand in argument, "I'm fine; I just can't eat anything."
The man glared, "When you're at sea, sicknesses must be dealt with seriously. Especially if you cannot eat."
"I'm fine," the earth-bender weakly argued.
"This is the reason why you can't be an official soldier, Bo. Everyone here was trained for years and you've only trained for a week. I feel stupid for making you come…it was for my own selfish reason."
"Huh?"
Iroh sighed and bit his lip, "I didn't want to be without you for a whole month…and for all the other times I would be away from you. You being here has only gotten you extremely ill…I'm such a horrible person for this."
Fighting back tears, the general began to pick up the teen. Bolin could only focus on the man's face as he was carried out into the hall and down it. He never realized that the general had done this out of selfishness. It seemed to be all about the teen's want to join, not Iroh's.
The room they entered, Bolin recognized, was the general's quarters. A plush mattress came into contact with his back and he relaxed into it. Then, a cool towel was placed on his forehead and he sighed in relief.
Iroh took the other's jaw, "Open your mouth."
Bolin did he was told and a small pill was put on his tongue. It tasted disgusting, but the general used his grip on the teen's jaw to keep the mouth shut.
"This will help with the nausea."
After a moment, Iroh let go and sat down on the end of the bed.
"I'm sorry for all of this…" he said to the floor.
"Don't be," Bolin whispered with his eyes now shut, "I wanted to come just as much as you wanted me to."
Iroh sighed, "Well, I'm not letting you go back to work. I want you to be safe."
The next week for Bolin was boring and long. The highlight of his day was when Iroh would come back after hours of working. Sometimes he would work on reports and talk to him, but the teen loved it when the general would settle down in the bed next to him and sleep.
He would spoon Bolin loosely and they would stare into one another's eyes before he would fall asleep. The earth-bender just loved the man's sleeping face. And once he learned the general's schedule, he chose to wake him up with a kiss or two before it was time for him to wake.
It was always chaste and innocent because Bolin always lost his nerve halfway through the kiss. Iroh didn't seem to mind, mostly due to the fact that he had to get up quickly and not waste time.
Today, the ocean was calm and they were only a few more days away from the Fire Nation. Bolin was feeling much better, but didn't dare try and walk out of the general's cabin. He was still woozy when walking.
Entertaining himself, the teen would snoop around the man's personal items. He found a diary and was elated at first, but found it to just be mind-numbing, tedious logs of the journey and no juicy details about him.
When he thought all the fun had ended, he opened up the final drawer. Inside were Iroh's forgotten gloves. Some days he would have them on and sometimes not. Bolin always thought they were on the general at all times, but here they were.
The teen curiously slid them on his own hands. They were a little too snug, but still fit. The dark leather smelled of the general; it was comforting. He brought them back to the bed to enjoy his snooping prize.
Iroh sighed tiredly as he walked back to his room after a hard day keeping his soldiers in check and the fleet sailing on course. As he turned the doorknob and moved the door slightly open, he paused at what he saw. Bolin was on his bed with his shirt removed and his pants half off.
The general blushed as he spied on the teen. Upon a closer inspection, he noticed Bolin was wearing his gloves and touching between his legs, which the view was obscured by his legs. The earth-bender was breathing heavily as his right arm flexed and moved up and down in long strokes which aroused Iroh as he watched.
Being a gentleman, Iroh started to back away to leave, but then was drawn back in with a deep, guttural moan from the teen. Bolin gripped himself harder as he hit orgasm. If the general hadn't already been ridiculously hard already, the cum shot would have had him there in a heartbeat. Some of the smaller spurts fell on his chest, but the last big shot landed right on Bolin's cheek.
After a few more strokes, Bolin reached around blindly before finding his handkerchief to clean himself up. Unfortunately, Iroh didn't get a good look at area he wished to see before the teen pulled up his pants and put on his shirt. Some more breathes later, Bolin got up to put the gloves back, bashfully, obviously feeling bad about what he had just done.
Iroh gave the both of them a few minutes to wind down before he finally entered the room. Choosing to ignore the guilty face on Bolin, the general sat down at his desk.
"How are you feeling?" he said and then felt like teasing him, "You look a bit flushed."
"Oh?" Bolin questioned with wide eyes, "I'm doing much better."
Iroh liked how flustered the teen was getting. In his opinion, that handjob with his gloves was normal to him. They had a close relationship that was mutual, so why shouldn't there be a sexual side to it?
Then, he wondered if he could get a confession out of the younger man. The general bent over and slid open the drawer with his gloves in it. He picked them up to find that they were still very warm and looking up at Bolin, he saw the teen fidgeting.
Sliding on the gloves, Iroh headed over to the bed.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Bolin nodded, quietly.
"But, you're really red," he continued to act worried.
He then placed a gloved hand on the other's forehead.
"Oops," he pronounced when he falsely realized that he could not properly feel his temperature with a glove on.
Iroh brought his glove to his mouth and bit down on the tip of the middle finger and pulled up, slowly. He saw Bolin squirm uncomfortably, but he continued pulling at each of the fingers, baring his teeth while doing so. When the glove was removed, Iroh let it hang from between his teeth and lips as he placed his hand back on the teen's face.
In the end, the earth-bender kept his mouth shut and didn't let on about what he had done with the general's property. Iroh didn't mind. It just made it that clear that Bolin was not ready for a sexual relationship with him. Though he knew when it did happen, he would be sure to be wearing his gloves and give the teen one hell of a handjob.
