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Chapter 2: Childhood Fantasies

Dim lanterns cast an eerie brightness on the bridge below, semi-lighting the way for the pair to awkwardly navigate across. The long gone sun has been replaced by a full moon—a lone circle in the star filled sky. Cooling breezes tease the taut rope ties keeping the bridge secure, swaying it in every direction. Sokka, still getting used to the unstable surface, staggers his footing rapidly from left to right trying to get a decent footing.

"Watch yourself, wouldn't want to fall from up here," Jet's hands makes contact with Sokka's waist, keeping his toned frame from vaulting the flimsy railing.

The watertribesman's gaze is attracted towards the ominous and pitch-black forest floor; his throat develops a knot, "hah…yeah."

With that, the woodsman releases his grip from Sokka's waist, leaving a lasting warm sensation in their wake. Taking the lead in front of Sokka, Jet quickens his footsteps motioning for the watertribesman to follow suit.

"C'mon slow poke," Jet teases, "I bet your friends are worried."

Finishing the trek over the wooden bridge, assorted huts and treehouses come into view as Sokka's eyes are puzzled on which way to turn. The whole scene is something out of a children's book: multi-story houses sitting on branches, complex rope bridges and spiral staircases connecting the tenements, and zip lines weaving in between natural alleyways like clotheslines.

"Woah," Sokka's mouth drops open as low mumbles drool out, "this is place is…"

"Awesome?" yells a seemingly childish boy zooming by one of the numerous zip lines.

"Who was…"

Jet slows his pace and lets a slow chuckle out, "that's The Duke, a Freedom Fighter."

A quick silence takes over Sokka's thoughts as he takes in this new knowledge.

Scratching his head with his arm, he closes one eyes and turns to Jet, "a what now?"

Simply laughing to himself Jet turns a full 180 degrees, coming within breathing range of the young warrior. The low light casts an orange layer of ambience onto Sokka's red soaked face, his complexion already damp in a layer of sweat.

"You know Sokka," Jet says inching even closer to the watertribesman, gripping Sokka's forearm applying a lustful pressure, "you're kinda cute when you don't know anything."

Taken aback by the woodsman's comment, Sokka's eyes take on something resembling desire—all emotions pointing towards this semi-mysterious boy. Literally taken aback, the watertribesman's legs run themselves into a corner against a tree side, trying to escape what his heart is telling him. Churning his thoughts inside his head, Sokka can't help but come up empty for any justification for his sudden spur of embarrassment.

"Uh…" Sokka's once again lack for words puts him into an awkward stutter. "Jet, I—"

Jet chuckles softly, "Nevermind Sokka, I'll tell you more later."

Pulling back the cloth that hangs as a makeshift doorway, light shines from the entryway—landing on Sokka's exhausted face.

"Sokka!" Katara shouts standing up from her seated position next to a slow smoldering fire. She warps her arms around her brother in a loving embrace, leaving no chance of escape for the watertribesman.

"Where did you run off to?" she asks releasing her grip from Sokka, "we looked for you everywhere."

"Well…what do you except, you guys seem to forget I can't magically climb tress in a matter of seconds," he semi-jokes to his sister, looking beyond her to the empty space behind. "Speaking of guys, where's Aang?"

"He left a little while ago with some of the other guys, probably looking around this place," she pauses as her stare goes into something similar to uncertainty; her thoughts trikling with questions on how her brother managed to find this place.

"So I'll take it that you talked to…" Sokka's sentence gets slashed as the cloth is drawn back to reveal a warrior in ragtag armor.

"Jet!" the young girl exclaims running paste her brother to the presence of the warrior, wrapping her arms around Jet.

Turning himself around as well, Sokka's icy blue eyes make contact with Jet's body—holding them captive in their torment. Everything about his person makes the watertribesman's heart scream out in new ways, dangerous, yet curious ways.

Raising his eyes off the gaze of the young girl, they lock lustfully with the watertribesman, silently pleading his name with the intensity of a hurricane.

"H-hey Jet," he semi-stutters while almost talking under his breath, keeping his eyes stared straight ahead.

Releasing her grip from Jet she stands to his right, with a blushed over face, "Sokka this is…"

"I know who he is," returns her brother with stiffness poisoning his throat. Managing to swallow a lump in his throat at the same time he clenches his fists quickly, yet ultimately relaxing his muscles at the sound of Jet's voice.

"We've already met, a few hours ago actually," his body turns towards Katara whose eyes have changed into something sadistic.

"Oh…" is all she says as she looks below at the floor panels that line the entire room from wall to wall, "alright then…"

The sole window in the cramped room lets in a strong wind that blows past the three teenagers, making their hair rustle and dance in the late autumn breeze. Jet's hazel eyes stand out in the low light, unable to blend in with the surrounding scenery—practically refusing to. Making their presence known in Sokka's vision, it's something he can't forget.

Sokka's will power fails him as he finally blinks the sight away and starts looking around for his backpack, scavenging through blankets and stray planks of wood.

Breaking the silence the warrior places his hand on Katara's shouldering in a friendly manner while whispering in her ear, "hey, why don't you give your brother a chance to settle in—he's had a long day."

"A-alright," the young girl says as she lifts the cloth and heads out to the rest of the community.

Sensing a sudden absence of a third person the room suddenly feels claustrophobic, making Sokka's throat tighten.

"So," a voice calls out from the doorway, Jet's deep voice, "you finally found your friends."

Refusing to look up from his desperate search, Sokka stays bent on trying to avoid Jet—with his eyes that lure him in far too deep. They beckon to him, searing a hot stare into his backside; his presence is making his thoughts all fuzzy, they set him in a trance.

"Yeah I guess…" Sokka responds with less than average enthusiasm.

"You guess?" the flirtatious warrior talks back, hoping for a more intriguing answer.

Silence is felt on the watertribesman's part of the loft, settling in awkward that radiates through the floorboards. Sudden footsteps sound on the creaky boards, heavy boots making their way towards Sokka. His heartbeat intensifies as a mental picture of Jet burns into his mind, making it hard to breathe.

Bending behind Sokka, Jet's groin is no more than a few inches away from his backside—making it hard for Sokka to keep his devious mind at bay.

"Sokka…" Jet whispers just loud enough for him to hear, but just low enough to send shivers down his spine, "why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," he answers back still not turning to face Jet.

"Then why am I talking to your back?"

Dammit.

Jet's face turns into something menacing as his mouth produces a small smirk. Sokka's stare remains gazed at the ground, his mind racing as he curses himself off silently. Leaning forward the woodsman slowly wraps his arms around Sokka's waist, his fingers working their way towards his groin. Unable, or unwilling, to intervene—the watertribesman's face glows a vibrant shade of red as his throat swells double in size.

"Jet w-what are you doing, p-people might, see…I don't…" Sokka tries defending himself as the urge to touch the woodsman's sweet lips becomes increasingly strong.

"Don't what? Feel right?" Jet leans closer to Sokka, mixing his breath with the slow hoarse breathing of the latter. "I see the way you look at me, the way your mind screams out for me—there's no hiding it."

Shit.

Moving his head in the crevice of Sokka's shoulder, Jet's lips are closer to the watertribesman's skin than they've ever been—which is making Sokka go wild.

Trying everything in his power to escape the invisible grasp that Jet has over his body, he tries reasoning with he boy, "Jet…seriously, what if-f Katara comes back—I don't want her to see—"

"Sshh…" Jet's soft mouth spills out a command right in Sokka's ear making the member in his pants grow, letting curses flow out of his mouth at the same time.

Jet's right hand moves off Sokka's waist and grasp the bottom of the watertribesman's chin, controlling which way his face moves to. Pulling his chin back, his sweat soaked face follows, as his lips are air molecules away from Jet's. Feeling the urge to tackle the woodsman and start doing unmentionable things controls his every action, but Jet is force to make the move.

His lips make contact with Sokka's and something like ecstasy spills over every nerve ending on his skin—sending shockwaves of pleasure and goose bumps up and down his arms. Shifting his grasp from his chin to his cheek, Jet takes more dominant command over Sokka's body, pushing him closer to his also growing length.

"Jet…nhn—please s-s-stop," Sokka's words fall out with nothing to back them up, as obviously the pleasure-stricken teen's desire has wanted this for as long as they met.

The air around them heats up with intensity as not even the strongest of cool breezes can waft away the lust that seeps from both teens' pores. Tiny moans run free from Sokka's saliva soaked mouth, as his tongue can't keep to itself and starts exploring this new region known as Jet.

Suddenly the cloth that serves as a door slides to the right as the body of a young girl takes up the small frame, the body of Sokka's sister. Even the watertribesman, whose mind is farther in bliss than Jet's, can hear the gasp that leaves her mouth. Breaking the embrace before given a chance to make anything of it, Sokka's icy-blue eyes find themselves transfixed on the figure of Katara, whose mouth is shakily covering her mouth.

"Sokka?" is all she says before she runs out of the loft, leaving the two teens alone, sweaty, and at least one of them feeling guilty.

A/N:

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