Prompt: submitted by anonymous for Broh, moonlight
There was a quiet peacefulness that calmed him whenever the night settled in. Maybe it was just Bolin’s soft snores or perhaps it was just nice to be landlocked for a while. Whatever the case, Iroh was grateful for the tranquility. There was just something about the moonlight that filled him with a certain ecstasy he couldn’t really explain. It kept him slumped on the edge of the bed deep in the middle of the night, staring out the window. He smiled to himself at each of Bolin’s restless tosses and turns. Sometimes he’d mutter in his sleep, hushed whispers about food or romance or names and places. When “General” prickled his ears, Iroh felt his heart clench, near bursting. A rank once, now a name so near and dear to him.
“What do you want me to say?” A tiny voice had murmured, unsure of placement and hands and the nakedness of it all.
“What ever you would like,” was Iroh’s reply as he was too caught up in the moment, the clenching, the grinding, the grunts and deep moans.
“Like you mean it.”
And Bolin always meant it, that heartfelt sincerity Iroh had never known before. Stolen kisses after dinner, to share tastes, always made so much more meaningful. Sometimes it was a tickle of a tongue in the right place or a nibble at the ear. Somehow he always knew what the moment needed. Not so naive as one might perceive him. Special, Iroh thought, my Bolin is so special.
“Did I wake you up? Aw man, did I kick you again?” Bolin sat up groggily with fuzzy eyes and wispy, tussled hair.
Iroh shook his head and planted a tender kiss on a much deserving, if sweaty, forehead. “No. Just admiring the view.”
Bolin gave a crooked grin, caught lopsided in the moonlight. “Oh is that so?”
“Big ego you’ve got there, sweet thing.”
“Comes with the territory.” Bolin rested his chin on Iroh’s shoulder and followed his gaze.
“The moonlight is never the same no matter where you go.”
“No?” “When I’m at sea it has a different glow. It’s special, it’s beautiful, but it’s not…there’s something off. I think it’s…I think the moonlight is better when you share it with someone.” Iroh felt Bolin’s arms wrap around his waist. The warmth that spread through him was like no other, not even firebending could compare.
“So what’s it like here?”
“Warm. Loving. You.”
“You can’t take that with you when you go?”
Iroh shook his head and laid back with Bolin. Bolin rested his head on Iroh’s chest and he rubbed Bolin’s back.
“I don’t think I want to,” Iroh said.
“Why?” Bolin’s voice was dim, disheartened. “You don’t want me with you?”
“No. I want a reason to always come back.”
Bolin’s eyelashes fluttered against Iroh’s flesh as his eyes shut. “Well that’s good. Because I want you to always come back.”
There was something about the moonlight in Republic City that was light no other place in the world. And now Iroh knew what it was, now he knew what brought him such peace and tranquility. The answer was curled up right in his arms.