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Zuko
He’s double and triple-checked the door, but the guys are out at their sister sorority’s back to school pool party so he should be good for a few hours and so far no one has questioned his headache excuse. He pulls up his secret email and, what do you know, people are actually contacting him, although all the friend requests suggest most of them can’t read. He wishes fetlife had a like, daytime mode so it’d be a little less conspicuous but whatever, it’s not like he’s going to be checking it often. A lot of the messages are generic heys and some are, well, extraordinarily explicit and, frankly, badly written. Disappointing. But he’s got some comments on his pictures too and they’re a little better. The standard torso pic has boring comments, but the one over his shoulder has a couple that stand out. Or well, one, from a guy who seems to have bothered to read his profile. “Beautiful” which itches his praise kink scratch a little even though it’s a pretty generic comment. Handsome commenter though, so he clicks through.
His profile doesn’t really stand out much, he’s one of those guys that’ve got like thirty kinks listed and at least four suggesting he may just be looking for an easy blowjob. And he’s new to the scene, ugh. Zuko wants someone who knows what he’s doing, thank you. But this guy, boomerangbang (what’s that supposed to mean? You’ll come back for more or he'll come back to haunt you?), has some good pictures. He’s also got that standard torso in the bathroom mirror pic, a pretty standard if sort of impressive dick pic, but another one, a face shot (brave, he can’t help but think) of a naughty smile, which kind of makes Zuko want to check his kinks list again. Maybe, you know, for that smile he could reconsider his aversion to gagging? Maybe? At least he’s at a community college, shouldn’t run into him on campus. He’s got another picture, one of his hands, which is. Really nice, if he’s been honest. Big hands, tan, nice veins, strong forearms, could probably put some heft into a slap. Is he really going to jerk it to a picture of some random guy looking for a blowie’s very nice hands?
Yes, yes he is. He slumps down in his chair and shoves his pants down. Wonders what the guy’s voice is like as he spits in his hand. Wonders too, a little distantly (he’s working up a good rhythm now), how much shit Zhao would give him if he brought a girl back early and heard Zuko jacking off when he claimed to have a headache. The guy takes sexual acts as a public challenge, he snorts. But back to sexier things. Sexy things like this guy’s hand on his dick, telling him how pretty and pink he is, maybe slapping him and then kissing away the sting, pushing his fingers into Zuko’s mouth to make him suck or to hold his mouth open so he can’t hide the noises he’s making (he’s got three of his own fingers in his mouth now, but he’s careful not to make a sound around them), maybe, maybe!
Ah, okay. Maybe he should, you know, message the guy. “Hey, I just got off to that picture of your hands” seems a little, forward? Flattering? Would he respond to a message like that? Probably not. “I like your hands” but he’d be better off putting that on the picture, right? Does he actually want to talk to this guy? Talking could lead to this guy seeing his face, which. Can he expect this guy to still want him after that? Still call him beautiful? He’ll just comment on the picture, that’s safer than trying to start a conversation, right? Maybe just “nice hands” is enough? He submits the comment before he can overthink it even more.
Sokka
The campus is fucking huge. Seriously, huge. Like a mile from the train station on campus to his english seminar, huge. At least the engineering building is closer so next year he’ll have an easier walk. So different from the tiny little community college. And so many people his age! He had gotten used to high schoolers and older folks getting back into school, even though he was like, barely out of high school himself. So yeah, it’s huge and full of potential hookups. Maybe he didn’t need to make that profile. But it’s kind of intoxicating to search the site, see all these beautiful kinky people and think that maybe he’s one of them. Just like going home to the gayborhood and seeing boys holding hands, girls holding hands, even once three people holding hands! Okay, maybe he did need to make that profile, feels like solidarity, even in this city.
He checks his email (again) because here’s to hoping someone will have actually chosen him among the tons of other relatively attractive guys on the site. And actually, aside from what feels like a ton of college related emails, that pretty boy commented back! Well, Sokka’s assuming he’s pretty? He has a nice body? He gives off pretty boy vibes? Prickly pretty boy though, because his profile is all spare and terse and not giving much away. Except he likes Sokka’s hands apparently, and Sokka can work with that. Although… sending something obscene seems like it’d turn this guy off, huh. Maybe just “thanks” and like, a winky face? Simple but says “I want to talk to you more” right? He’ll go with that, he’s got shit to do today and doesn’t want to get his hopes up for this guy. Princeling Z. Maybe his hopes are a little up. But he’s standing by a door and at least three people have scoffed at him already, so he’s going to move and concentrate on finding his sister. If he can find the stupid student center.
He actually finds Katara outside the student center, sitting with this bald kid and a huge fucking sheepdog in a red vest in the grass on the lawn. He plops down and the dog licks his face, which, a little gross, but he loves it when people and animals love him right away so he’ll take it. The kid laughs.
“His name is Appa and he’s supposed to be working. My name is Aang!”
“Sokka! Can I pet him or is that a no-no?” Katara’s giving him a look like ‘he just said he’s a working dog’ but he keeps his eyes on the kid, Aang, who laughs even as he shakes his head.
“He’s got to be on duty on campus or they might reconsider letting me have him, he only just graduated training, but he’s a good boy.”
“We met during orientation games! Freshman orientation was great!” Katara says. He’s glad, right? Even though transfer orientation was kind of short and boring and he’s still kind of miffed that she got such a good scholarship right out of high school even though he’s clearly the creative thinker and. Oh well, water under the bridge, community college taught him a lot that maybe you don’t learn at a four-year, right?
Aang’s chatty and personable and excited, talks about his classes, his dog, his dorm room, his high school, everything. And he’s clearly got a thing for Katara, which like, is cute? He just still looks like such a kid. But better a kid than a jerk, right? He might have to give this kid the talk. Or Katara, come to think of it, because she’s got this horrible thing for bad boys that make Sokka’s hair stand on end and he doesn’t want the kid’s feelings to get hurt.
It’s not a bad almost first day of university.