Mako never plays fair with him.
The scorching, endless heat of Republic City's summer blazes through their fully opened windows on Air Temple Island. Bolin thought being on the water might cool them off, unlike the times they lived in the cramped, stifled attic.
Nope. Not really.
He peels off his tunic, aware of the hot, drippy sweat-slickness gathering on his pits.
There's a ice chunk lodged between Mako's lips. Bolin's eyes wander over him, as his older brother mouths it and broods to himself against a wall, arms folded. Is Bolin imagining stuff or is the ice smoking?
"Got anymore?" Bolin asks, not above pleading.
He twists his hands anxiously until Mako presents out a teeny, ceramic bowl with half-melted pieces.
"You're the BESTEST big brother THEREEVERWAS—" Bolin rushes over, leaping for it and messily smushing a kiss to Mako's cheekbone, grinning and babbling cheerfully.
As soon as he pops about two or three in his mouth, exaggerating a happy moan, Mako shifts up.
Bolin has never seen his eyes so dark before.
Mako's hand slides over Bolin's nape, holding him in place as their mouths brush together, opening and Mako slips his tongue past Bolin's teeth and lips, groaning audibly, hotter than the heat.
This is… wait…
Bolin remembers teaching him to kiss, but not to be a cheating thief as Mako hovers out of his breathing space, crunching noisily on one of Bolin's ice chunks and flashing a toothy smile.
"You, you just—MAKO!" Bolin whines out, screwing up his features and walloping Mako's upper, bare arm with a gentle indignation.
But he wouldn't change them. Not a bit.
Legend of Korra isn't mine. This is definitely a sequel to "Monumental" where Bolin teaches Mako to kiss for the first time. You don't have to read it like that, but I encourage you to read it if you are curious or if you like these two! It's a low rating and thanks for checking out today's fic! Thoughts/comments appreciated!