Bolin, considered "one of the family" by Suyin and Baatar, was given one of the cozy guest houses within the Beifong estate when he came to Zaofu to help rebuild the domes. Never before had he been so glad for the privacy such housing afforded as he slammed the door and sunk into a comfortable armchair with a groan. His head was racing. What could the Beifong twins possibly have that would surprise him and cheer him up?
His wandering mind came back to Wing's sultry voice and Wei's fingers in his hair, and the feel of their powerful arms wrapped around his equally powerful shoulders. He thought back to the fights they had been in together, how their muscles tensed and undulated through deadly fighting stances to bend metal through sheer force. Sweat beaded on his brow despite being out of the sun and in the cool confines of his apartment and the tightness in his pants was getting unbearable. "Two birds with one stone, I guess" Bolin mumbled to himself, resolving to hop in the shower to wash away the sweat and grime and take care of this pesky problem before facing the twins again.
The soothing rattle of water hitting tile calmed Bolin's nerves as he peeled off his sweat soaked white tanktop and stepped out of his dusty pants. As he tentatively tested the water temperature with an outstretched hand, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The young earthbender cut a ruggedly dashing figure in the rising steam. He had always been in remarkable shape, being an athlete and an actor, but the physical labor working on the domes had further sculpted his physique. Deeply tanned skin stretched over hard muscle, a strong jawline beneath a rough five o'clock shadow, and messy wind-tousled hair suited him well. He instinctively flexed and shot a wink at his reflection, a newfound burst of self-confidence surging through him.
After sufficiently eye-fucking himself in the mirror, Bolin stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away the day's hardships. His tensed muscles relaxed and he brushed a lock of wet hair out of his eyes, glancing down at what was now a pulsing cock at full attention. He leaned forward, bracing one arm against the wall of the shower and wrapping his free hand around his sizeable shaft. But then, a thought occurred to him. What if the twins really do want to fuck? I mean, that would certainly be a surprise… Bolin paused, hot water cascading off his back with an aching cock in his hands. I wouldn't want to wear myself out ahead of time, but no. There is no way. It's probably a surprise party! Or a gift! Or… I don't know, some new technique that will finally let me figure out metalbending. Come on, Bolin. This is real life, surprise threesomes don't just happen. This constant inner monologue kept up for several minutes before Bolin realized he had been standing in the shower, cock in hand, for an absurdly long time. The Beifongs would be expecting him around for dinner soon. He sighed deeply and quickly turned the shower to cold, shaking his head vigorously to dispel the homoerotic fantasy that had been playing in his head. Whatever is going on, I'll take care of this after dinner. Successfully talking down his erection, he quickly pulled on a clean pair of pants and tunic and hurried off to the main hall of the estate.