Broken Limits: Dream Boats

Music: House Plants by Kodak to Graph

{a/n}: I think I might take up writing again. It seemed to ease my mind, and I love you guys! The THREE YEAR long hiatus over. I just graduated highschool, so I may have the free time. Onto the story! -Broken Limits-

-Kankuro POV-

I find Kiba in our bed, body pillow in the middle and all. Sound asleep. I think. I traverse across the creaky wood and slide my big body into bed, slowly relaxing from the tensions. The thoughts are still racing through my head. What the hell happened? I don't know. I doubt he even thought about it. Why is this so weird for me? I lay my cheek on my pillow, looking at the back of his head in the dim light of the street way. Fuck this. This isn't fair. Why am I so different all the time? Why can't I like girls? I mean… maybe I never tried. So maybe.

Maybe is not the word you want to think before bed.

Tossed and turned, knots of sheets. My mind keeps racing around itself like the sand in a dust storm. His body -only inches from mine- is like a smoldering furnace even through the pillow. I look at his forest of hair again, looking at his slight breathing and peace. I need that. As soon as I begin drifting, slipping, dipping in the puddle of dreams, I sense Kiba spin his body so his eyes are lined up with mine.

"Aye Kankuro. You still up?" Kiba whispered while turning his face towards me.

"Umm I guess I am now…" I whispered back with a sigh, reluctant to really even talk about it.

"You ever have a girlfriend?" He said looking across the room now. I was taken aback. What?

"I… no? What makes you ask?"

"Things must be different in the Sand Nation then. I'm just a tad stressed. I feel like I always gotta be going after someone… and you know what? I don't want to. My mom wants me to go to prom, go on dates, get flowers for someone, hell, she wants grandchildren. Like yesterday. But you know what? There's only one person I can even remotely think about right now and I don't even know them that well. I won't ever get someone, man. It just won't work." He cringed his face, half asleep and almost to the point of sleep deprivation. I don't really understand his logic here. Then again his logic is a little lacking sometimes. The amount of rescue missions kind of proved that.

I smile and glance back at him, "It'll be ok man. You'll find the perfect girl… or dude. I don't know what ya like-"

"I like girls." He says immediately.

"I don't care. You'll be fine. I'm sure you'll make your mom proud and you'll be happy. I mean I can't see you not being happy. Now go to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." I said in a final whisper. Kiba's a wreck. So am I. But I'm a tad bit better at hiding things from people.

"Night man… Thanks Kankuro…" He whispered and fell asleep at fucking 2:18a.m.

I sigh and stare at the ceiling. Light streaks from the window pour in from the street lamp. Peace.

-Kiba POV-

As birds chirp through the window's hot air, I sweat myself awake. I blink my eyes at the morning light and look who's next to me. Kankuro's dried war paint is leafing off his face, getting all over the bed. The covers are completely off his side, with his muscles budding like a flower at Ino's shop. His tight boxer briefs aren't leaving much to imagination, and I may have taken a few peeks. Maybe a little longer than a peek. Traveling up his body, from his waistband, to his abs, to his pecks, to his face; it looks so peaceful I don't even want to get up. But it isn't right. I tell myself that one last time and look at the clock on the wall, 9:43am. I sigh, get up and greet the chilled floor with my overheated feet, combining them as I make my way to the bathroom. Off come the boxers and into the lukewarm water.

I don't remember all that much from last night. I remember wrestling with Kankuro, and wrestling with myself. Not much else. I don't wanna think about it. I turn on the music and start listening to some rap, slinging verses through the shower curtain. I rub my hands over my body in the shower, secretly wishing they were someone else's. I try not to think of whoes hands they belong to, but the thoughts take over anyways. And it felt good. Really good. I just let the thoughts happen. My own hands drift up and down my toned body, grazing against something that may or may not be stiffer than a board. I bite my lip in anticipation, as all of my senses are overloaded by these thoughts and pleasure. Gentle yet firm strokes of what should be someone else's hands make me moan softly as the water pours above my head. I let the euphoric moments take over me, and all the thoughts of a certain someone running through my head quickly lead to a sticky mess. I look down in dismay of what I've done, and feel half-guilty, terrified, embarrassed, confused, and half-calm, unremorseful, and at ease. I thought to myself 'I have no control over my thoughts. But, I do have control over my actions.' Nobody has to know but me.

I clean up the mess and hop on out, feeling refreshed and finally able to anything today. I walk back into my room with my boxer briefs all wet and a towel on my shoulder. I look at Kankuro one last time to make sure he wasn't awake – and to cop a peek, maybe. His paint smeared on his face, looking like blush, and his sweating body is rather tempting right now. His hair all messy, curling at the ends. I remind myself of what I am doing and start getting redressed for the day.

Pull the dirty boxers off, standing alongside my dresser, choosing the best outfit for the 90 degree day. I open the drawer, shuffling through.

"Aye Mutt." He looks up from the bed, awake. He gives me a wink. For the love of-

"God damnit, Kankuro keep your pervy eyes off me." I said in a half sarcastic/angry way. I look back at him, he finally sitting up showing me his broad and muscular shoulders.

"You just can't seem to keep your clothes on in front of me," He says laughing as he stretches his tight body toward the ceiling, looking at my hair. I quickly slip on my boxer briefs and try to hide any sort of boner I might be forming.

"Pervert." All I manage to retaliate with. I need to step my comeback game up.

"Ha-ha whatever." He grabbed his junk and started walking across the room. He leaned on the doorframe, twisting his head around back towards me. His ass is so fucking perfect. "I'm gonna take a shower. Just try not to be naked when I get back." He flicks a smile at me one last time and strides off into the hallway.

This is gonna be a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Fuck. I look down towards the floor.

Literally…

{a/n}: Them damn teens. Getting all dirty and such. Now hang onto your seats as I'll be back soon. Review and Fave while I'm gone. I'll be back to you soon! Hiddnleaf – out!