Disclaimer: Now, think logically—if I owned Naruto or his little buddies, why would I be writing fanfiction about them?
Warnings: See first chapter.
Author's Note: To my reviewers—I love you. I LOVE YOU! I couldn't believe how well this story was received. You guys are so kind. Oh, my God. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it.
A-hem. Anyway. On a more broad note, this chapter isVERY long, so I hope you guys are happy about that. Perhaps you'll reward my (presumably) good work with some more reviews…? Oh, and in this part I've installed some semblance of plot, so now I know where I'm going with this thing!
Well, sort of.
Naruto shut the door to his shabby apartment behind him with a sigh. He leaned against the door and stared up at the ceiling. God, he was tired. Who would have thought an unfulfilled desire would make you so tired?
Oh, God. He did not just think "desire." He didn't. No way. Teachers don't desire their students. Naruto knew this. He was a smart guy. Very smart, even. Of course, as a teenager, he'd been a little…wild…but that side of him had been taken care of during his intensive years at Tokyo University. He was an adult now. A bright, down-to-earth adult with a job and an apartment and an attentive, focused, obedient mind. Or rather, his mind used to be obedient. But ever since he'd met Uchiha Sasuke, his mind had acted more like an untrained Rottweiler on a badly-made leash. Naruto's sinful imagination was going to send him to hell for sure. He was condemning himself for a black-eyed senior with a golden report card and a bad attitude. The living fantasy of every girl in the universe and most of the guys. Uchiha Sasuke.
Well, this problem can be solved very easily, Naruto thought to himself, absently counting the cracks in his stained plaster ceiling. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. In other words—avoidance. Yeah, that's it. Avoidance. Just quit thinking about it, Naruto.
Naruto blinked at his thought. Oh, shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Now he was thinking about how he shouldn't be thinking about it and all of a sudden he was thinking about it! Shit!
Bad, Naruto thought, frantically trying to block half-naked images of Sasuke from entering his mind. Very bad. No. Stop. Heel.
Too late. Picture after provocative picture flickered into Naruto's head, starring none other than the black-eyed cynic himself. Naruto put up one final, valiant effort to stop the images from coming, but they broke through his mental barriers like an ocean through a twiggy dam. Sasuke shirtless and pressed against a blackboard. Sasuke sitting half-dressed and cross-legged on a desk, a pencil between his teeth. Sasuke wearing glasses. Sasuke in an apron. Sasuke brandishing a whip. Sasuke in chains. Sasuke in leather. Sasuke in handcuffs. Sasuke on a cop car. Sasuke in a cop car. Sasuke bending backwards. Sasuke reaching slowly between his legs. Sasuke with his thighs as far apart as they would go. Sasuke running his hands down his chest. Sasuke sucking on his fingers. Sasuke's famous, lush lips slightly parted, a faint blush skittering across alabaster cheekbones, powerful limbs raised conveniently out of the way, rock-hard stomach muscles taut and stretched tight, broad chest heaving and lightly slicked with sweat, sensual hips raisedanddesperately seeking anunfulfilled need, beautiful black eyes glossy and shimmering in the dark…
Naruto groaned and slid down the door, landing with a hard plop on his unforgiving wooden floor. Ouch. That was more painful than it should have been. And he felt something…unusual. He blinked in surprise and glanced down.
"Oh…Goddamn it," he muttered, glaring at the flesh between his legs. He was hard. Really hard. Again. It seemed that Sasuke was never going to leave Naruto alone, not even at home. Naruto rubbed a hand tiredly over his eyes at the thought. Goddamn it. I really shouldn't be thinking like this. But shit, this would be so much easier if the kid wasn't so goddamn sexy!
Kyuubi, Naruto's illegally owned pet fox, picked that moment to trot out of the bathroom. She gracefully took a seat a few feet from where Naruto sat sprawled against the door. Kyuubi regarded her master with her usual mix of curiosity and disdain. At first, she had been more curious than disdainful, but when she had caught the unmistakable scent of Naruto's arousal, her calculating scorn was back in full force. Naruto was acting pretty weird, in Kyuubi's opinion. There was no one around for him to mate with, so what was he gettingall excited about? This thought was added to Kyuubi's long list of reasons why humans are stupid and why foxes should be the governing species. How could such a dumb species thrive for so long, anyway? Kyuubi would never know.
"Kyuubi, I'm home," Narutoannounced unnecessarily.
Kyuubi swished her yellow tail as if to say, Well, duh. No shit, Sherlock.
"I suppose you want to know why I'm home late, huh?" Naruto asked. Kyuubi blinked at him. Naruto took that as a yes. "Well, there's this…guy…." He watched for a reaction. He didn't get one. "Yeah…He's—okay, this is going to sound really crazy—he's my student. I know, I know—I shouldn't be having feelings for my student. I know that. But…I don't know! Sasuke's different. He seems so much older than he is. Way older than me. It's like…It's like he knows something. He knows something so complicated and so unique and so special, regular people couldn't possibly begin to understand it. Do you know what I mean?" Kyuubi blinked in a way that almost looked like she was rolling her eyes. "And…there's this other thing…" Naruto couldn't keep from blushing. "He's so sexy. Like, whoa. Absolutely fucking sexy. And okay, I know this is a girly phrase, but here it is—he's drop-dead gorgeous! I can't stop thinking about him. I've been fantas—err, thinking about him for forever, and today…" Naruto lowered his voice conspiratorially. "And today he hit on me. Hard. He was…touching me, and—and stroking, and sucking on my neck, sort of…And I swear to God, I almost came in my pants. Just thank God that didn't happen. And then after he stopped touching, he…kissed me. Just once, on the mouth. And that—I can't describe it. It was so warm. I just felt like there was this incredible heat coming from him, and he pushed it into me through his lips. It was…amazing." Naruto took a deep breath, trying slow his heart beat. He was literally getting goosebumps just thinking about it.
Naruto sighed. He pulled himself to his feet, groaning as his painfully hard arousal brushed against his pants. He stumbled toward the bath room and started peeling off his clothes. "Don't come in," he advised Kyuubi wisely as he shut the door. "You won't like what you see."
Naruto hadn't been this nervous in a classroom since his college entrance exams. He was so nervous, he had even stopped sweating—now he felt kind of cold, and he prickled all over with weirdly itchy goosebumps. He couldn't concentrate on hislesson at all, and he was monotonously reading off terms-to-know for the next day's quiz. He had been blushing nonstop for the past thirty minutes, and knowing that he still had fifteen left to go wasn't making him any calmer. He'd been able to relax a little earlier in the day, but now it was fourth period—the class with him in it.
The him was sitting in the back row, as was his custom (and was looking painfully hot today in a black shirt and suggestively low-slung pants), but instead of rapidly absorbing information in hisusual focused silence, he was watching Naruto with the white-hot intensity of one thousand lasers. He had those kind of eyes, the kind you know are shimmering on your back, the kind you can sense roaming up and down your body, the kind you can feel mentally ravishing you a hundred different ways from Sunday.
Yeah. Sasuke had those eyes.
And as a result, Naruto's mind was on suspension until further notice.
The blondejumped about a foot in the air when the school's speaker box crackled to life in the upper-right corner of his classroom.
"Hey, Iruka-chan, this thing on?" came the pleasant voice of the headmaster, Hakate Kakashi. There was a fast, murmuredreply that Naruto couldn't quite make out, and then a moment of silence. "…Okay! Right! So it is on! Fine, fine. What was I doing again?" Another moment of silence. "Oh, right. Yo, Uzumaki-chan!" Naruto's head snapped up to the speaker box as his students snickered at the affectionate version of his name.
Oh no, Naruto thought, his eyes widening. He wouldn't. He couldn't!
"Uzumaki-chan," Kakashi repeated. "Quit molesting your students and get your cute little ass over to my office. I've got a craving to see your pretty face. You've got five minutes." There was a thoughtful pause. "Oh, and students! Pep rally after school, right? Rah, rah, rah!" There was a noisy surge of static and speakers crackled out.
The classroom was truly stunned into silence. Naruto turned slowly to face his students, blushing madly. He lifted a finger and let it swing it in a wide, slow arc, letting his gesture include the entire classroom. "If any of you…" he began in a low voice. "…ever mention that announcement again…I will arrange it so you will stay in high school…for the rest of your lives." He turned silently and slowly pacedto the door. He stepped into the hallway before thinking of something. He poked his head back into his room with a brilliant smile. "Oh, and there's no homework today, okay?" he said cheerfully. "Just have fun, kids. Ja ne!"
Naruto stepped into the headmaster's office cautiously. His expression visibly brightened when he spotted the brown-haired secretary efficiently typing away at the front desk.
"Iruka-sensei!" Naruto chirped, hurrying over to his one-time teacher and long-time friend. A few years ago, Naruto wouldn't have hesitated to wrap Iruka in a bone-crushing hug, but the importance of personal space was thoroughly instilledinto Naruto while he was at college. That, coupled with the fact that Iruka's boyfriend was both insanely possessive and Naruto's boss, kept the blonde teacher from engaging the other man in any prolonged physical contact.
He settled for an enthusiastic handshake.
Iruka laughed and shook his wrist slightly once he was released. "Naruto-kun. Don't you think it's about time you stopped calling me 'sensei'? I haven't been your teacher since you were nineteen."
Naruto laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Old habits die hard, I guess," he said.
"…But that was almost four years ago."
Naruto shrugged. "I'm just respectful like that, I guess," he said with a cheeky grin. Iruka sighed at the blatant sarcasm. Iruka knew Naruto much too well to believe him.
See, Iruka had not only been Naruto's college professor, but his dorm master as well. He'd been there for one of Naruto's wildest years. Iruka was there the time Naruto took his roommate's bed apart, the time he glued the pool table upside-down, the time he single-handedly started a food fight in the cafeteria, the time he drove the headmaster's car into female teacher's bathroom, the time he installed escape tunnels in the gymnasium floor, the time he made 100,000 photo copies of his roommate's ass and taped them onto every available surface, the time he jumped naked into the swimming pool during diving practice, the time he rewired the common room's T.V. to play porn 24/7, the time he threw a red towel into some random dude's whites, the time he silly-stringed the hell out of the headmaster's pet poodle, the time he stole the partially-dissected animals from the science wing and set them loose in the campus store, the time he dumped powdered Viagra (don't ask) into the lunch lady's acclaimed Tuesday Night Surprise, the time he called up a whore at eleven a.m. and gave him (yes, him) directions to Iruka's classroom, the time he ordered fifty-seven pizzas and used his roommate's credit card, the time he held that 48-hour tequila-drinking contest…
Naruto sighed at the fond memories. Good times, good times.
Iruka shook his head and barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. Jesus, Naruto had been crazy. He had certainly matured over the past three-some years. Iruka couldn't deny that he liked the change, but the old Naruto had had a brazen kind of charm…
Ah, well. Those were thoughts for another time.
"So, Naruto-kun, why did you stop by all of a sudden?"
Remembering the humiliating summons he'd received minutes before, Naruto's heart dropped. "Um…"
The door behind Iruka's desk, the entrance to the headmaster's private study, banged open and slammed against the wall. "Uzumaki-chan!" Kakashi sang out. "You made it just in time! I was just on my way out to find you, but that's no longer necessary. Come in, come in!"
Kakashi yanked Naruto into his large private study. Just as he was about to shut the door, Kakahi stuck his head back out and turned to Iruka. "Damn, Iruka. You're looking especially sexy sitting like that. Mind parting your legs just alittlemore?"
"G-Go do your work!" the flustered voice of Iruka ordered.
Kakashi chuckled and fully shut the door behind him with an audible click. He walked over to his tall wooden desk and hopped onto the edge, completely ignoring his expensive-looking swivel chair. From this angle, the sunlight shone through his odd silver dye-job, almost making him look blonde. Almost.
"So, Uzumaki-chan, I bet you're wondering why you're here," Kakashi said.
Naruto bit back a cheeky reply and simply said, "Yes."
Kakashi smiled. Well, truth be told, it was a little difficult to tell whether or not he smiled, since the black mask he insisted upon wearing effectively covered the bottom half of his face. But the black eye not hidden by his sloping bangs curved into an inverted U-shape, so Naruto assumed that Kakashi was smiling.
"Well, I'd like you to be the first to meet your new boss."
Naruto's brow furrowed. "What? New boss? Are you…leaving?"
Kakashi's eye curved upwards again. "Why, would you miss me?"
Naruto shrugged with anattempted nonchalance that he was too unsettled to pull off.
"Well, I'm truly touched, Uzumaki-chan," Kakashi said. "But never fear—you can't get rid of me that easily. When I said 'new boss,' I meant the new head of the English Department. If you recall, we've been needing one ever since that unfortunate vending machine accident last month…So! I've been lucky enough to find a wonderful replacement! Naruto, allow me to introduce the new head of the English Department." Kakashi made a sweeping welcome-gesture toward something behind Naruto. "Gaara-sensei!"
Naruto blinked. There was someone else in the room? Why hadn't he noticed?
Naruto pivoted on his heel, facing the office door. A slim young man in an ill-fitting black shirt was leaning against it. His pale arms were crossed over his chest and contrasted sharply with his dark shirt. He had long limbs, black combat boots, and a crooked red tie. His neck was long and unusually slender for a man. His facial features were sharp and carefully chiseled, giving hislooksan odd combination of harshness and elegance. His hair was short, messy, and the fieriest shade of red that Naruto had ever seen. There was a red tattoo on one side of his forehead—it was the kanji "ai," meaning "love." The man's eyes were a rare, luminous green and were heavily rimmed by, seemingly, black eyeliner. The man's gleaming stare was so intense, Naruto found himself catching his breath.
In a dangerous,fiercekind of way, this man was beautiful.
Naruto felt a surprised blush tint his cheekbones. The slight heat made Naruto come back to himself. He shook his head lightly, refocusing. A moment later, Naruto's brilliant grin flashed to life, sparkling on his face.
"Oh, um, Gaara-san…" Naruto said, rubbing the back of his neck absently. "Gee, I didn't even see you there! Where you always, erm, in here?"
Gaara's sole reaction wasthe cocking ofan eyebrow.
"Never mind!" Naruto interjected quickly, energetically waving off the question with both hands. "I must have just missed you. Sorry! Anyways, it's nice to meet you! I'm Uzumaki Naruto." He stepped closer to Gaara and extended his hand.
Gaara kept his arms folded, staring at Naruto's hand as if it was a tiny, tanned alien. Gaara's green eyes sunk into Naruto's stunning azure ones. They showed absolutely no emotion whatsoever. In all honesty, it was pretty creepy.
"Hey," Gaara murmured. His voice was low and soft, the quiet volume hiding what Naruto identified as icy ferocity. Naruto felt a silent shiver tickle his spine.
"Right,"the blondesaid awkwardly, letting his hand drop back to his side. "Hi."
Silence.
"…Well, Uzumaki-chan, do me a favor and show Gaara-sensei around today, would you?" Kakashi requested rhetorically, breaking the odd quiet.
"Oh. Um, sure," Naruto said. He wished Gaara would quit staring at him like that. It was making him awfully nervous.
Naruto opened the office door and indicated that Gaara should follow.
"Have fun!" Kakashi cheerfully shouted after them.
"So, um, this is the exit," Naruto clarified stupidly, gesturing toward the open doors in front of them unnecessarily. It was about thirty minutes prior to dismissal, and Naruto was just finishingup his "tour." Gaara had said virtually nothing along the way, opting instead to brazenly stare or subtly nod. Naruto wasn't sure what to make of the silent man. He didn't seem much like a teacher. But whatever. He was Naruto's new boss, so Naruto had to make a good impression, no matter how strangely Gaara looked at him.
"Do you start tomorrow?" Naruto asked. (He found he got more information by asking yes-or-no questions only.)
Gaara nodded.
"Well, alright, then," Naruto said, slowly heading for the exit. "I guess I'll, um, see you around, then. Um...bye, Gaara-san."
"Uzumaki."
Naruto was so startled by the actual speech that he nearly dropped his briefcase. He turned back to face Gaara curiously. "Yes?"
In a movement too quick for Naruto to see, Gaara streaked forward, and Naruto found himself looking up into a pair of luminous green eyes, his chin held strongly in cold, powerful fingers. Gaara's white face was suddenly very close, and Naruto blushed at the proximity and the intimacy of the gesture.
"G-Gaara-san?" Naruto got out, his face hot and his eyes large.
Gaara's grip tightened on Naruto's jaw, making the latter wince. The redhead ran a chilly thumb over Naruto's bottom lip. Naruto shivered from both the implied sexuality and the frostiness of Gaara's touch.
The corner of Gaara's mouth twitched. "I like you, Uzumaki," he murmured. "'See you around,' indeed."
Naruto dragged his feet through the empty parking lot, unenthusiastically facing his crummy car. He audibly sighed as he fished around in his pocket for his keys. Damn, that was weird. His creepy (albeit hot) new boss was hitting on him? Delightful. So much for having an uncomplicated, apolitical year.
A hand came down hard on Naruto's shoulder, spinning him around. He only had time to register a blur of dark clothing before he was shoved roughly against his car. He winced as his back collided with the metal.
"Oof. Jesus, what are you—"
"What was that about?"
Naruto blinked at the familiar voice. He looked up to see a quietly seething, painfully beautiful Uchiha Sasuke. All of Naruto's daydreams and the doings of yesterday came flooding back in a rush. His face went instantly hot at the memories. He glanced sideways,gluing his gazeto a random, highly battered Buick as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Well, Sensei?"
"…What was what, Sasuke-kun?" Naruto's voice came out shy and soft.
"That guy," Sasuke said. "Who was he? Do you know him? What, pray tell, did he think he was doing?"
Naruto looked up, confused. "Which guy?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed into angry black slits. "Don't play dumb. That red-haired guy. The one who was touching your face a few seconds ago. Any bells?"
Naruto blushed. "Ah, right. Err, that's Gaara-san. No, I don't know him. Well, I mean, obviously I know him, of course, but not—that is, I only—He's…um…"
"Spit it out!"
"Gaara's my new boss!" Naruto blurted.
Sasuke frowned darkly. "What?"
"Gaara-san isthe new head of the English Department," Naruto said in a rush. "I just met him today. Kakashi—Hatake-sensei—asked me to show him around the building, since he starts working tomorrow."
Sasuke let out a puff of air, trying to relax. "And?"
Naruto blinked. "And…what?"
"Tell me why he was touching you!"
"Well, I don't know! I guess he likes me!" Naruto replied, flustered and flushing. "Why do you care, anyway?"
Sasuke paused. Then he smirked. A prickle of wariness poked at Naruto's senses. Sasuke's sudden change in mood was…unsettling. Especially with that funny lookflashing so brightly inthe boy's eyes…
"Why do I care?" Sasuke repeated. "Well, that's a pretty stupid question. I care because, if he touches you, then he might think that he's allowed to do this."
Sasuke seized the front of Naruto's shirt with both hands and yanked, jerking Naruto to his chest and crushing their mouths together. An instantaneous heat gushed from Naruto's heart and flew straight to his groin. Naruto reflexively wrapped his arms around Sasuke's waist, pulling their bodies together.
Sasuke leaned into the blonde, squishing them both against the side of Naruto's car. Sasuke moved his mouth against the enthusiastically responding teacher's, skittering one pale hand up to play with the other's golden hair. At the feel of Sasuke's icy-hot touch at the base of his neck, Naruto shivered and let out a gasp. Sasuke used this to his advantage and slipped his tongue between Naruto's lips.
Naruto jumped at the new feeling, incredibly startled. He started to pull away, but Sasuke's fingers tightened in his hair, and he found he couldn't move his head. Sasuke brushed his tongue against the roof of Naruto's mouth, sending the teacher's nerves into spasms. Naruto moaned as another wash of blood flooded his genitals. Sasuke smirked at the reaction and pushed his tongue farther into Naruto's mouth, loving the taste. Naruto's own tongue had no where to go, and he shyly prodded back.
Sasuke made a low sound in the back of his throat, feeling his own arousal make itself noticed. God, Naruto was yummy. Now if only he could find a way to get his shirt off…
Sasuke's lungs began to seriously crave air. Very reluctantly, he loosened his hold and pulled his lips away. He studied the golden man beneath him. Naruto was panting heavily, his pupils dilated and his eyes unfocused. His shiny hair seemed even messier than usual, and his shirt was wrinkled and loose. Sasuke could feel the blonde's arousal against his own. Naruto's full lips were slightly parted and a delightful blush covered his cheekbones. Everything about Naruto shimmered with blatant, unfulfilled, uncontrollable lust.
Sasuke wasn't fairing too much better.
Sasuke really, really wanted to kiss Naruto again. Especially since the blonde was looking at him with those gorgeous azure eyes of his. But Sasuke knew he couldn't. Because if he did, one thing would lead to another, and circumstances being what they were, the two would probably end up doing it on the roof of Naruto's car. Which, at the moment, was an extremely appealing idea, but Sasuke had the feeling that Naruto was a virgin, and he doubted that that was the way Naruto pictured his first time.
However…
"…Sa-Sasuke."
Sasuke looked down at the panting young teacher still in his arms. Naruto had turned his face to the side, purposely avoiding Sasuke's black gaze. Sasuke was looking at him with those eyes, those beautiful, glossy eyes. Naruto couldn't think when he lookedinto those eyes.
"Sasuke-kun, what are we doing?" Naruto asked the pavement almost inaudibly. "I—I'm your teacher. I'm not supposed to…" He trailed off, not able to finish.
Sasuke quirked an eyebrow. "Want me?" he finished dubiously. Naruto nodded guiltily. "Well. That's nothing to worry about. What, you think you're taking advantage of me or something? That's pretty stupid. There's no way in hell I'd be on bottom." Naruto's head snapped up, his blush so red it looked almost painful. Sasuke smirked. "So, no, you're not taking advantage of me."
"But…what if someone…finds out?" The last part came out as a whisper.
Sasuke shrugged. "If we're careful, they won't. And if they did, frankly, I couldn't give a shit."
"And also…" Naruto's face went even redder, if that was possible. "We're both…men…"
"Indeed we are, Sensei. Brilliant deduction. Are there any other ingenious theories that you'd like to lay on the table?"
"You know what I mean…"
"Sure I do," Sasuke said easily. "Who the hell cares? You're out of the closet anyway, right? So it's not like I'm making you question your sexuality or anything. And, with all do respect, Sensei, I wouldn't give a shit if I was. You're just too sexy to pass up."
Naruto colored some more at the compliment. "You…think I'm sexy?"
"Obviously."
Naruto had never recieved such a compliment. "…Thank you."
Sasuke let out a low chuckle. "You're welcome."
"So, Sasuke-kun," Naruto looked into Sasuke's face seriously. "Is this really…okay? It's okay to…do…what we've been doing?"
"If 'okay' is all you think our private lessons have been, then I think I'm going to have to teach you some more." Sasuke has discovered that he loves teaching.
Jesus, would the blushing ever stop? Naruto was acting like a love-sick school-kid! (As an English teacher, this irony was painfullyobvious tohim.)
"Ah…that's not necessary, Sasuke-kun," Naruto said, attempting to untangle himself from Sasuke's limbs. "I think I should be getting home. I have to…erm…feed my fox."
Sasuke sighed. "Alright," he said. "I'll let you go this once, Sensei. But I expect to be fully paid for the time I wasted telling you things that you should have known." Sasuke grudgingly released his captive. His arms suddenly felt very empty.
Naruto blinked, at a momentary loss. His mind was still in a partial haze, and it was difficult to remember what he was doing before Sasuke kissed him. Erm, after school, parking lot, going home, car…
"Oh, right!" Naruto said aloud, patting himself down. "Keys!"
"Allow me," Sasuke said. He wrapped his arms around Naruto tightly. The burning heat of arousal immediately reignited in Naruto's gut. Sasuke slowly ran his hands up and down Naruto's sides. He rubbed Naruto's chest and back suggestively, trying to feel as much texture as possibly through the teacher's troublesome shirt. (Oh, how Sasuke hated shirts. Everyone should just go naked, damn it!) Sasuke lowered his hands one inch at a time until they were at Naruto's stomach. Ooh, Naruto had a nice stomach. Positively delicious. Killer abs felt very hard underneath Sasuke's probing fingers,but they weren't so hard as to be overly-muscular—they were just right. And Naruto's abs, of course, led down to that flat, provocative expanse of skin that led right down to—
"Sasuke…!"
Sasuke blinked very slowly. He came back to himself to discover three very important things: he was hard, Naruto was writhing, and Sasuke's hands had somehow gotten to the top of Naruto's pants.
Oops.
"Oh, dear," Sasuke said, smirking. "Sorry about that, Sensei. I suppose I got a little carried away. Now. Your keys, was it? Here you go." Sasuke pulled a small key chain from Naruto's right pocket. He tossed it over.
Naruto was panting and very aroused again. Sasuke smirked. He patted his teacher's cheek. "Didn't you say you had to go home, Sensei? To feed your…what was it?"
"Fox," Naruto answered dumbly.
"Ah, that's right. Your fox."
Naruto made no move to get into his car. Sasuke placed his lips next the Naruto's ear. "The keys go in the door," he whispered helpfully. Naruto shivered.
After several unsuccessful tries, Naruto managed to get into his car and turn it on. He found himself sitting in the driver's seat awkwardly. What was he supposed to do now? Say something, he supposed, but what? "Have a good night" was much too weird. A simple "goodbye" wasn't right either. And it certainly wasn't "do your homework."
Sasuke leaned into the open car window and kissed Naruto on the cheek. It wasn't gentle and sweet, like most pecks on the cheek were. Instead it was sultry—a suggestive tease. Sasuke's lips were very hot, as usual, and Naruto could almost feel his skin sizzling were it was kissed.
"See you tomorrow," Sasuke said, straightening up with histrademark smirk.
Naruto smiled suddenly, a lovely thought occurring to him, and Sasuke felt something inside of him soften at the sight. "That's right," Naruto said, his beautiful grin sparkling. "I'll see you tomorrow."
