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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They've found shelter for the night, or rather Mako has. He always does. It's his responsibility after all, one he's taken on for himself. His younger brother is still young, still naive and innocent. Bolin lives in the moment so Mako has to be the one to think about tomorrow, about the scraps of food they'll sit down to eat and where they'll rest their heads for the night. Mako managed to scrape together enough yuans to get them both a bed and hot meal tonight. A cutpurse among other things, the 13 year old does what he has to make sure they have the means to survive.
The room is small and cramped, with creaking floorboards and thin, peeling walls. The bed is narrow and hard, the sheets wrinkled and at a glance not particularly clean. Mako knows not to complain. Better than sleeping out on the street where he always has to keep one eye open. His vigilance has saved ther lives on more than one occasion. In exchange, Mako sacrifices a good night's rest, something he makes sure Bolin always gets. He'll have his share of much needed sleep tonight though, and perhaps something more. Despite the hot broth and bread in his stomach, frustration itches beneath Mako's skin.
"Hey, Bo'," he calls to his brother, "come here."
The boy complies, stuffing a stiff bread crust into his mouth. "What?" he says, voice muffled.
Two years Bolin's elder, Mako looks up at him from his perch at the foot of the bed. "Take your pants off."
Bolin starts to frown. "Are...are we doing that again?"
"Yeah," Mako replies, reaching forward for his brother's waistband. "It's been a while since last time."
"Only a few days," the boy says as his tatty brown belt drops to the floor.
"Well I need it," Mako says plainly.
"Do we have to? It feels weird."
"Really, Bo'?" his brother fumes. "I do everything for you. I get you food, clothes and every other little thing you ask for."
The boy looks down at his feet. "I know," he mumbles.
"Then why are you always whining about this?"
"Okay, okay! I won't anymore."
Mako grunts; he knows Bolin will, next time.
"You can keep your shirt on," he tells his brother once his briefs drop down to his ankles, "it's not very warm in here."
"Thanks."
Mako unbuckles his own belt and pushes everything down to his knees, taking himself in hand. "Make it hard with your mouth."
The lines etched deep into the teen's young face soften as Bolin crouches between his legs. He sucks awkwardly on his brother's floppy length at first, lips pursed tight around the flaccid tube of flesh, but Mako soon grows erect. He closes his eyes and threads fingers through Bolin's mop of messy hair, following the motions of his bobbing head.
Mako was very much confused at first where the urge to stick his thing into warm, wet holes was coming from. Shady Shin told him it meant he was becoming a man. None of the women he knows want to practice with him, though. They all say he's cute, but too young. Mako learns to stop asking when a backhanded slap almost knocks teeth out of his mouth. His brother, however, never says no, even though he'll moan about it first.
"Okay, that's enough," Mako says, pulling Bolin's head away. "Get up on the bed."
The mattress complains beneath the younger boy as he crawls up onto it. "Do you have any of that jelly stuff this time?"
"Yeah. And it's called 'lube'."
Mako shoves a hand into his pockets after tugging off his pants, retrieving a small sachet gifted to him by Shin. It'll make jerking off feel better, the man told him once, showing tobacco stained teeth. Mako doesn't tell him what he really plans to use it for. Boys are supposed to play with girls, not other boys. He doesn't like his brother that way though; he's just doing what he has to to make himself feel good. Bolin likes him better when he's in a good mood anyhow.
"It's cold," the boy whines after Mako rips open the silver packet and lets the contents drip between his cheeks.
"Do you want me to just spit on it instead?"
Bolin quickly shakes his head.
"Well then," Mako says, coating himself with a sheen of lube after smearing some around his brother's puckered hole. "Alright, Bo', I'm ready now."
"Okay," the boy meekly replies.
On his hands and knees, Bolin cranes his head to look around his shoulder as Mako shuffles in close behind him and takes hold of his hips. His stiff, shiny length twitches as he lines himself up, Mako breathing a little faster in anticipation. Bolin's mouth feels good, but his other hole feels even better, especially with lots of lube. Shin is always telling him that a good woman is nice and tight and wet. Well, Bolin doesn't get wet back here - which they both learned very quickly, but he sure is tight. Mako likes the feeling.
His favourite part is when he pushes into his brother. It takes some effort and Mako feels like he's really a man after he shoves himself all the way inside. He grips onto Bolin harder as their body clap together, his face somehow relaxing but tightening in concentration at the same time. The boy makes odd noises as he moves in and out, like a cross between a whine and a moan, but Mako stays mostly silent. He starts to push harder as his eyes move over his brother's back, throwing his hips forward. He likes the sound they make when Bolin's cheeks cushion the blow. The only problem is it makes the boy whine louder.
"Keep it down," Mako whispers harshly, digging his nails into the boy's skin.
"You're going too fast," Bolin complains. "It hurts."
Mako's fervent pumping begins to lose steam. "Fine," he says, pulling out and just about hiding his scowl. "Come and use your mouth again."
Bolin turns around to face him. "But you just put it in my -"
"Do you want me to shove it back in there then?" Mako snaps, frustrated.
His brother shrinks back slightly, eyes bright with innocence. Mako sighs heavily.
"Bo', please. It won't take long."
The boy hesitates for a moment, uncertainty in his face. "Alright," he finally replies.
Mako sits with his back to the cold wall and his legs spread, sliding his fingers back into his brother's hair as he crawls forward. Bolin is tentative about taking him into his mouth, but does so anyway, seeming to be encouraged by the little groan Mako forgets to keep locked in his throat. His spine curves when the high washes over him, and he feels himself trickle into Bolin's mouth. The younger boy spits it out onto the bed and wipes the back of his hand across his lips.
"Now what?"
Mako's head leans against the wall, his eyes already closed. "Sleep."
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