A/N: Bolin has some naughty thoughts about a certain metalbender. Warning for some slightly sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own LoK.

Bolin stared over the water, the lights of Republic City glittering and almost mocking him in their serenity. Everything looked so peaceful but now his mind and his life were just bubbling over and he had no idea where to go from here. He sighed before continued his path around the island, hoping to clear his head and just stop thinking so hard. Maybe the answer would come to him if he just stopped looking for it.

The soft crunching of sand up ahead brought his gaze up from his feet as he walked the water's edge, the sound getting closer to him the dim light.

"Who goes there?" he said, getting into a fighting stance. It may just be one of the benders or the workers of the Temple but what if it was someone who was looking for him after he deserted Kuvira?

But it was neither of those cases. Bolin would recognize that smile anywhere, those green eyes, that shiny black hair and those muscles barely hidden under the simple green cloth shirt he had worn sparring the other day. He lowered his hands and said, "Wei, it's you. I'm sorry about what happened at dinner, I-"

Wei closed the distance between them in two quick strides. "No," he said, his mouth just inches away from Bolin's, "I've had enough talking."

Bolin wanted to say it was Wei who leaned into him, but he couldn't be completely sure who did, but what did it matter as their lips moved over one another, what did it matter when he felt Wei's tongue brush against his and he opened his mouth willingly.

He may have been a bit too eager actually since he caused the two of them to fall into the sand, Bolin thinking quickly and rolling until Wei landed on top of him instead of under him. But Wei wasn't surprised by the sudden shift in position, and their mouths never separated in the tumble.

Wei's hands grabbed at the bottom of Bolin's shirt before he placed one on his stomach, his touch cool in comparison to the heat building up within Bolin, his palm rough and calloused from his training.

Bolin had felt something similar to this with Opal but this was different. With Opal, things were simple and sweet. They had never gone further than quick kisses on the cheek and lip, his hands grazing her exposed hips if her shirt began to rise. With Wei, his kisses were sure, deep and hungry and his touches climbing. And Bolin wanted to see just how far-

"Aah!" Bolin moaned, waking himself up. He looked around the darkness of his room at the air temple unable to tell the time. The lack of noises beyond his door told him it was probably close to midnight but the Temple was always a quiet place to begin with.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, shivering a bit as the cool air from the window hit his warm, sticky skin. Sticky?

He pulled the sheets back a bit to see a rising problem between his legs, the fabric of his night shorts slightly damp and warm.

Bolin groaned, pushing himself further into his pillow. That dream had felt so real and amazing and it was obvious his body had responded in the real world, but what did it mean? He was attracted to Wei? physically? even more than he thought?

Bolin rose from the bed, and felt about the sheet. It was wet to the touch, most likely from sweat and slightly crushed, but otherwise fine. Luckily (or unluckily based on the perspective), he had woken up before messing up his bed or he would have an awkward time explaining the mysterious stain.

He walked quickly from his room to the small bathroom just two doors down to take a cold shower, but he knew it would take more than just water to fix this problem. He would have to do something important.