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KawaBoru Week: Day Three
Prompt: Rivals to Lovers "Hit or Kiss?"
Boruto woke up at the crack of dawn, sleepily dragging his feet into the kitchen. His mind was on autopilot as he started making coffee. Just the smell was enough to lift the grogginess and he yawned as he glanced around the spacious room, dirty dishes filling the sink and sitting on the counter tops. The trash can was overflowing, the lid laying next to it on the floor. It was certainly a mess, one that never would have existed at his old place. He had been transferred from one district of his job to another and took the change as a positive one since he was going to be making more money, thus his desire for a big apartment with new and shiny things inside.
The place had indeed been new and shiny, but caused a lot of trouble. Someone else had their eyes on the place and decided to make a move the very day he had. As if that wasn't bad enough, the landlord couldn't choose between the two of them. Boruto didn't know if it was her way of getting more than the asking price if they started bidding, or if she genuinely couldn't make up her mind. Either way, the bidding didn't last long and an agreement was reached. He wasn't going to lose the place because it was perfect, situated so close to his work and possessing a manageable cost for rent every month. The other person was just as stubborn though and didn't want to give up.
Now the blond was living in the apartment with a roommate, one that he was waiting to call quits and move out. Honestly he was doing his best to push the other tenant out the door, refusing to do any of the chores and leaving the place as messy as he could stand it. Although he couldn't stand it, not anymore and desperately wanted to clean. However, his roommate had also refused to do any chores either and it had turned into another battle of wills. Boruto didn't want to lose, but he didn't want to live in this mess. It had been two weeks since he moved in and tomorrow he was starting work.
Something had to be done and he really needed to finish unpacking, but everything was getting in the way. Grabbing the last two coffee mugs in the cabinet was the final push he needed even if it wouldn't be an easy task. His roommate, Kawaki, was one of the most infuriating people he had ever met. He wouldn't do anything, absolutely nothing, unless he was damn well ready to. The man couldn't be bribed, he couldn't be tricked, he couldn't be persuaded and almost every conversation turned into an argument. If Boruto wasn't so determined to have this apartment to himself he would have left by the third day. It was honestly that bad.
Still, Kawaki was a man and every man had a weakness. Granted it was really low to go as far as the blond was considering, but what other choice did he have? He wanted all this shit cleaned up and he wasn't going to lose their battle to get it done. All he would lose was a little of his dignity . . . some pride . . . maybe some self respect . . . but it was worth it to get out of this hell. It wasn't like the idea was repulsive anyway, his only problem with Kawaki was that he was a total bastard. A favor wouldn't be too bad and he might even enjoy it. Probably.
Boruto filled the two mugs with coffee and then added some sugar and creamer to his cup, stirring the contents as his roommate wandered into the kitchen. There was no time like the present.
Kawaki stepped into the kitchen, cringing instantly. The place had been so nice when he moved in, but now it was disgusting. His roommate was an absolute slob and Kawaki wasn't about to start cleaning everything himself. He hoped to be enough of a dick to run the blond off, but it hadn't worked yet. Something was off about him this morning too, Kawaki could see it written all over his face. His suspicions only grew whenever Boruto handed him a fresh cup of coffee and he glared at it. The little guy looked cute but he was obviously trying to put an end to Kawaki.
"No thanks," He said, nose scrunched up as he sat the cup aside.
"Suit yourself," Boruto grumbled and took a sip of coffee. "So . . . the dishes need to be done."
"Sure as hell do. So how about you handle it." Kawaki scoffed and went about dumping and washing the cup Boruto had given him to make a fresh and safe cup.
"Trash needs to be taken out too," The blond continued, ignoring the taller man's comment and petty action. "The floor needs to be mopped . . . the whole kitchen could do with a cleaning."
"I'm so glad you're finally going to do something around here," Kawaki muttered in response while rolling his eyes.
Boruto snorted as he leaned back against the counter. "Actually, you're going to do something around here. Clean the kitchen and I'll do you a favor." It was definitely too early for this, but he wouldn't lose his nerve. Not needing to be coy about it, he took the direct approach. "I'll blow you."
It had been the wrong time for Kawaki to be taking his first sip of coffee. He sputtered, choking on the hot liquid and spilling half of it from the movement of his coughing fit. "What… did you say?" He set the cup down hard on the counter and gaped at his roommate.
Boruto was ecstatic, he had finally broken past that attitude and iron will. At the end of the day, Kawaki was a simple man. "You heard me. Clean up in here and I'll suck your dick."
Utterly taken aback, Kawaki continued to gawk at him for a moment. When he finally recovered himself, his face settled into a glower on the cheeky blond. "What the hell makes you think I'm gay?"
"Doesn't really matter. You can close your eyes and pretend I'm some babe if you want, I don't give a shit as long as you keep up your end of the deal," Boruto told him and paused to take another sip from his mug. "So do you want a blow job or not?"
To say the offer was unexpected was the understatement of the year, but he wouldn't deny the fact that he was considering it. "What if you're no good at it?"
As if. "I'll do all the laundry if you're not satisfied," Boruto stated confidently. Of course he was good at it, Kawaki should be grateful.
"All this cleaning for one blow job?" Oh he wanted to see how it would go but it seemed like he was getting the short end of the stick. "Not so sure it's worth it."
"This is nothing, the whole apartment needs to be cleaned," Boruto reminded, but he wasn't about to beg to suck Kawaki's cock. "If you don't want it then fine. You can miss out on a mind blowing orgasm."
Well he needed to at least give it a try. It wasn't like Kawaki actually minded cleaning anyway, but this only solidified the fact that Boruto was a slob. He would rather suck Kawaki's dick than clean. Maybe he was just a dirty slut.
"Alright. I'll agree. But only if I'm satisfied."
Finally. "Right. Let me finish my coffee first." He needed to be fully caffeinated for this.
"Alright." Kawaki didn't want to think about his coffee anymore. Instead, he went back through the apartment and into his room. The damn coffee had spilled on his wrist and hand, burning him and leaving him sticky.
What a morning.
Boruto really was going to suck his dick and knowing that made it impossible for Kawaki to deny his attraction to the blond any longer. He hadn't accepted it these two weeks, instead he'd blatantly ignored it… and now...
Kawaki was maybe a little excited about it. When he finished drying his hands he went into the living room and sat on the couch, turning on the TV, though he couldn't concentrate on it. Now all he could think about was Boruto going down on him. He was beyond ready.
Meanwhile, Boruto set his empty cup on the counter with a sense of triumph. He was glad some form of bribery worked on the other man, he wouldn't have had any idea what to do if the sexual favor didn't go down well. He followed the sound of the TV to the living room and found Kawaki chilling out on the couch. Taking a moment to wonder if foreplay was included in this deal, the blond walked around and dropped to his knees.
Kawaki never thought Boruto would be this forward. Shit, he was already half hard, the anticipation killing him as he stared at the blond's youthful face, mainly his pink lips. He couldn't get started on those blue eyes. It just wasn't normal, but he was thankful this was happening. Truthfully, he needed it. He wanted it. But he'd surprisingly never been in a situation like this. And that was saying something, because Kawaki had been in all sorts of situations.
Boruto went right for it and pulled back the pajama bottoms to stick his hand in. Finding the silver eyed man apparently slept commando, he massaged the half hard member between his fingers. Judging from his overall build Boruto figured he was well endowed, but even more so than he expected as the man kept growing. This was going to be a challenge after all. He pulled the pajama bottoms down further and began licking Kawaki's sack as he worked him to a full erection.
It had been too long since Kawaki indulged in anything sexual with anyone. It had gotten to where it was annoying, people were clingy and whiny and weren't all that good at pleasing him. It was like he was always left wanting more, never truly sated, and deep down, as good as Boruto looked and as much as he was enjoying his hand and tongue, he wouldn't get his hopes up. It felt strange, knowing he was going to get his dick sucked without having to do anything—well he did have to clean if it ended well, but that was beside the point. Boruto was taking his time teasing him, getting him as hard as possible and Kawaki didn't move. He just stared at Boruto, absorbing every second.
The blond had been busy and stressed with relocating even if he had looked at it as a fresh start. There wasn't any time to focus on himself, he hadn't touched another man like this in a good while. Boruto had to admit that the smell and taste of Kawaki was making him a little crazy. He continued to lap at his balls, sometimes taking one to suck into his mouth. His hand switched to light touches along the veins on Kawaki's cock and his fingers caressed the tip to coax some pre-cum out. Whether the taller man pretended Boruto was a woman or not, he was going to be satisfied.
Kawaki assumed when Boruto said he would suck his dick, that that would be it. He would suck him off, aiming to finish the task as quickly as possible, but that wasn't the case. The minutes were ticking by and the blond had yet to actually take him into his mouth. His touch and tongue were teasing but in a way that Kawaki wished would never end. He hadn't been this hot in forever and he was only growing more excited by the minute. He wanted to savor this moment as long as he could, but he was also dying to fuck that mouth of his. His hopes were officially up. It was going to be good. Real fucking good.
Soon Boruto grew a little impatient, surprising himself with his strong desire to get a real taste. Fine. Alright. So Kawaki was sexy as hell, Boruto was well aware. But being able to touch him like this was thrilling, okay? The blond couldn't be blamed for starting to get worked up himself. His lips pressed kisses along Kawaki's dick as he made his way up. Just as his tongue swirled around the head he took a curious glance at the other man's face, not expecting to find silver eyes observing him so intensely. So his roommate was going to watch after all . . . it made his blood run hotter. Wanting to see him lose it, Boruto relaxed his throat and put his nonexistent gag reflex to use. He swallowed Kawaki whole and kept their heated gaze as his throat bulged.
Never in his life had anyone taken his entire cock. Some had tried and he'd grown used to people gagging and struggling to take him in, used to them focusing on his head and making up the rest with their hand. He didn't think it was possible, but Boruto took him in with ease, all the way, until his nose was pressed against his pubic bone. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him, it felt too good.
"Fuck."
Boruto took pride in the sound and slowly brought his head back up, only to bring it right back down. He wasn't in any hurry as he bobbed his head and enjoyed the feel of Kawaki against his tongue, so thick and long as he slid in and out between the blond's lips. He almost closed his eyes to zero in on the feeling, but he wanted to watch Kawaki fall apart.
With great restraint, Kawaki managed to keep his hips still and he hadn't even moved his hands from his sides. He wanted to though, he really wanted to fist his hands in those blond locks and thrust into Boruto's hot, wet mouth until he finally came. Not that he couldn't feel himself growing close, because he definitely could. This was far from the first time Boruto had sucked a cock and here Kawaki hadn't ever expected him to be interested in men.
He had thought his luck had finally run out, but he was wrong. So fucking wrong. He was one lucky bastard. Those blue eyes peering up at him had clouded with lust—the kind of bedroom eyes that would have him hard and wanton in an instant. Boruto's cheeks had colored and he was breathing a little heavier through his nose. Another first because Kawaki had never had anyone get so horny just from sucking his dick.
"You're really enjoying yourself, huh? Bet you're hard as fuck right now." Kawaki said, grunting when Boruto came up a bit and bit down gently on his over-sensitive cock. It really had been too long. This only made him want more though.
He wanted to strip Boruto down and have his way with him.
Kawaki was looking at Boruto as if he wanted to devour him and his words and been closer to the truth than the blond wanted to admit. But how was he supposed to react when he was having his way with a man like him? It was honestly a shame the silver eyed man was such an ass, he was totally Boruto's type. He hadn't been thinking about himself at all as the other man's essence filled his mouth and ran down his throat. The fact was he was hard as fuck at the moment and the wild look in Kawaki's eyes was really getting to him.
His roommate hadn't moved at all, letting him tease and drag things out as much as he wanted. However his expression told another story, the rise and fall of his chest gave it away. He looked like he was going to lose it. Boruto sped up and swallowed around Kawaki's cock, wanting to see how far he could push him until he came undone. Yes, Boruto was enjoying himself alright. There was no such thing as too much and he wanted more. He wanted Kawaki to come, but then it would be over and he didn't want to stop sucking him yet.
Kawaki was going crazy. Boruto was way too good at this and he was way too needy. It didn't feel like it had been long at all before his cock was throbbing and he was teetering on the edge of bliss. He was going to come and shit he was feeling good. His hands finally went against his wishes and moved to Boruto's hair, gripping the surprisingly silky blond hair tight as he groaned and forced him down, hips no longer able to keep still. He thrusted up forcefully, being rougher than necessary, but it didn't deter the blond. Instead, a long moan vibrated in his throat around Kawaki and he lost it.
Boruto hadn't expected Kawaki to get rough, but a part of him was hoping for it and when he did, the taller man wasn't the only one who fell over the edge. He didn't exactly fall either, he leaped, too eager to find his release. His big hands pulled on Boruto's hair as he held him in place, fucking his mouth through his orgasm. Boruto greedily took everything Kawaki gave him as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was so deep in his mouth, there was so much cum, Boruto loved it. The perverted and kinky side of him had died and gone to heaven. He couldn't believe it. Never would he have imagined things would turn out like this, that he would get turned on so much and come from giving a fucking blow job.
"Shit." Kawaki panted, his body going limp and grip loosening on Boruto's hair before finally falling away. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good.
Boruto's jaw ached as he slid the very addictive cock out of his mouth and wiped the spit from his chin with the back of his hand. "Told you I was good," He managed to get out, his voice not in the best of shape at the moment. That was quite the experience . . .
"Better than good." Kawaki hummed, smirk tugging at his lips as he straightened his pajama bottoms.
It had been too long since Boruto had last indulged and despite his part of the deal being complete, he was a little upset that he couldn't do it again. At least the kitchen would be cleaned now. The blond stood up and ran his thumb over his abused lips, not bothering to hide his smugness at Kawaki's compliment. Served him right for doubting.
Kawaki's eyes trailed over his roommate, even though he'd just reached one hell of a climax, he still would have liked to fuck him. It had to be a possibility… Boruto obviously wanted him or he would have never bargained cleaning with dick sucking. Who does that? It was amusing and interesting and Kawaki suddenly had the urge to stop trying to push the blond away. Then his eyes locked on the blond's crotch, finding his own pajama bottoms wet enough to give him away.
"No fucking way. Are you serious?" His eyes narrowed on the crotch he was staring at, lips parting in disbelief. Then he felt panic and looked up to Boruto's face. Sure he looked young but he couldn't be that young. "What the fuck? How old are you?"
Despite his best efforts, the blond flushed furiously and cursed himself for not walking away when he had the chance. He thought he could play it off. After all, he had worn underwear unlike a certain someone. Even still there was visible evidence and now the other man was making fun of him.
"Shut up." Boruto scowled and really wished he had a better come back than that. "Anyway, we're done here. Don't slack," He said before walking around to the back of the couch. He had never been so embarrassed.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me. I asked you a question." Kawaki got on his feet and turned to walk right behind the blond.
Boruto picked up his pace down the hall once he saw he was being followed. "And I'm not answering," He said just to piss the other man off. What did it matter anyway?
"Holy shit," Kawaki breathed, stopping in his tracks. How could something like this happen to him? He should have never fought to get this apartment. He should have never let what just happened happen. He was really going to hell. "You tricked me into this!" He yelled accusingly after his roommate. "What game are you playing?!"
Not knowing what he was going on about but figuring it was something stupid, Boruto opened the door to his room and then closed it behind him. "Jerk. Stupid bastard with his stupid dick," He grumbled under his breath as he headed to his bathroom to take a shower.
Kawaki was left to himself with wide, fearful eyes and a racing heart. No way was he rooming with a kid and letting him suck his dick. No matter how good he was at it.
…
Kawaki spent three hours working his frustrations out by cleaning. It wasn't like he could really get out of it. A deal was a deal, but a deal with a kid? This was just so wrong and yet… it hadn't felt wrong at all. Kawaki was confused, angry and mortified all at once but he channeled his raging emotions, washing the every dish they owned, scrubbing every countertop, sweeping, mopping, dusting. He took the trash out, he even showered after the entire apartment was spotless, nearly scrubbing his skin raw in the process. He felt so dirty.
Because, no matter how old Boruto was—he fucking liked what happened and he wanted more.
He was officially the worst piece of shit in history and he didn't know what to do, but after he calmed down enough to really think… Boruto couldn't be underage. He would have to be at least eighteen to sign the lease for the apartment and that finally gave him some relief. So he was young… he wasn't too young. Too young for Kawaki maybe, but not young enough to send him to the pin. So he decided not to care either way.
It was a little hard to believe Boruto was a virgin though. Not with the way he went to town on Kawaki's dick, but at the same time he had to be inexperienced for him to just come untouched. Shit. It really shouldn't have turned Kawaki on like it did… but here he was, glaring at the bulge in his pants instead of watching TV as he sat on the couch. He didn't know what Boruto was doing—hiding in his room it seemed, but it was probably for the best. Kawaki was too torn, way too horny. He didn't need to see him right now.
The truth was Boruto didn't know how to face Kawaki after he had creamed his pants like some teenager. He hadn't done that before, not ever. He had no control over his body and he couldn't have known it would react in such a way. He couldn't have known Kawaki would make him react in such a way. Demanding to know his age was salt on the wound, how fucking dare he? Boruto knew he had somewhat of a baby face but damn, did the other man think he was really a minor? It was insulting. It had seemed to worry him though and the more the blond thought about it, the more he figured he could turn this embarrassing event in his favor.
If he let the silver eyed man think he was a kid then maybe he could get him to move out. Thinking of it that way cheered him up, giving him the guts to come out from hiding and inspect the kitchen. Enough time had passed and hopefully Kawaki kept his end of the deal despite his concerns about his age. A wide smile appeared on his face when he found the kitchen to be spotless, not a dirty dish in sight. It was so much better. Upon further inspection, he found the living room to be just as clean, impeccably so. Kawaki's hair was still damp from a shower and was now sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of black joggers.
"Well will you look at this," Boruto said as he came around the couch. "I'm impressed." This was what the apartment was supposed to look like, the whole place was nearly clean now. All that was left was the laundry room.
"Does that mean you're going to cook dinner?" Kawaki asked, keeping his eyes on the wall. He was still fighting himself, but he'd really worked up a hunger after all that cleaning and he deserved a decent meal.
"And get roped into doing the dishes afterwards? I'll have to pass," Boruto denied him, still determined not to lose their unspoken battle. He did however glance down at Kawaki's fully exposed chest and felt his stomach coil. Fucking hell.
"After everything I fucking did in here? Cooking dinner is the least you could do." Kawaki scoffed and shifted in his seat, every muscle he possessed flexing with the movement.
The action didn't go unnoticed by the blond, stealing half of his attention. "Not doing it."
"I'm starving," Kawaki groaned, not understanding why his roommate was such an asshole. It only took a second for an idea to pop into his head though and he calmed down. "You cook and I'll pay you back for earlier."
Pay him back? Did he mean . . . "No." Boruto shook his head, he wasn't falling for that. He had a stronger will than Kawaki. Boruto wouldn't be defeated by his own trick, by his primal urges.
"What, was coming in your pants enough for you? You don't need a real nut?"
"You bastard!" Boruto snapped, glaring at him before remembering his plan. "It's not my fault I'm so young."
"How young?" Kawaki pressed, cocking a brow. So now he wanted to talk about it.
Well if he wanted this to work, he needed to commit. "Seventeen. But my parents helped get me this place so I'm doing just fine on my own. Learning how to be independent while I'm young and all that."
"It's bad to be seventeen and addicted to coffee and sucking dick you know." Kawaki snorted.
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want and I didn't hear you complaining when this seventeen year old's lips were around your cock," Boruto shot back. "How kinky are you, huh? Going after young boys. Tsk tsk."
"I'm sorry. Who came after who? I didn't fucking touch you. You are the one who dropped on his knees and proved just how much of a slob your ass is."
Boruto rolled his eyes. "Please, if I was a slob I wouldn't want it to be clean in the first place. I just find satisfaction in making you do it," He said and then added, "Funny how you say you didn't touch me but just offered to do so. No matter how you turn this, you're the one that's going to look guilty."
"I'm not going to look guilty for anything." Kawaki growled and got to his feet. "It's your fucking loss anyway."
"Yeah right, you couldn't give a blow job half as good as I did," Boruto pointed out smugly, he already proved that ten fold.
"I would blow your fucking mind," Kawaki said with all the confidence in the world.
Boruto wasn't buying it. "Yeah, sure you would." Not.
"All you'd have to do is cook dinner and find out. Think of it this way, if I don't, you'll be able to hold it over my head forever." But that wouldn't happen, because Kawaki would undoubtedly blow his mind.
Boruto was continuing to deny it, but he had seen a little of what Kawaki was capable of and it had made him come in his pants. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all, but it made a shiver run down his spine. "Alright, fine. I guess you can go for it and see what happens."
"Smart choice. You'll have to cook first though."
"You didn't clean first," Boruto reminded. "And I'm not cooking only to have you back out once you're fed."
Kawaki laughed at his reasoning, though he could see where his roommate was coming from. "You don't have to worry about me backing out, kid. I'm just making sure we both eat because by the time I'm finished with you, you won't be getting out of bed to do anything."
"Talking big will just make you look even more ridiculous when you can't live up to your words," Boruto shrugged, but little did he know that as the night progressed, his own confidence wavered.
The whole time he was cooking, he could feel those smoldering grey eyes on him, watching his every move and lingering over every curve of his body. All of his attention was on Boruto and that didn't change as they ate. He was obviously pissed about the blond's smack talk and was eager to teach him a lesson, but he wasn't in any hurry and continued to build up the tension between them. Boruto was left with a thin sheet of sweat on his brow and unable to help squirming in his seat. When was the last time someone had focused on him so intently? It almost made him regret riling up the raven, excited and afraid to find out what he had to offer. After he was finished eating, he had lost his nerve completely and tried to back out of the whole situation despite meaning he would have cooked for nothing.
"Let's call it a night and try to get along for once," Boruto suggested and quickly crossed the kitchen floor to the doorframe to leave. "Goodnight."
"Um, I think not," Kawaki huffed, walking ahead to follow him. "Why are you running?"
Boruto picked up his pace as he moved down the hallway to his bedroom. "I'm tired and ready to go to bed, I'm not running."
Kawaki continued to follow, though slowly. Boruto slammed the door in his face, but he only opened it back and scowled at the blond. "You're definitely running."
"I've got no reason to run," Boruto insisted and forced himself not to take a single step backwards or else it would allow the raven to walk right in. "What's the problem? I'm trying to be nice here."
"Fine." Kawaki lifted his hands and scoffed. "I was trying to do you a favor. Just forget it."
He watched the taller man turn his back and then shut his bedroom door again, letting out a breath of relief. He didn't sign up for the amount of sexual charisma Kawaki was serving and needed to rethink his plan. After taking a shower and changing into his pajamas, Boruto laid in bed trying to figure out what to do, but his roommate didn't have any other weakness to exploit. He'd just have to play it off somehow and hope for the best. The next morning Boruto got dressed for his first day at work and then went into the kitchen, noting that the dishes from last night were still in the sink. Maybe if he gave in and picked up here and there then Kawaki would too.
While they were still locked in a brutal war to see who would end up getting the apartment, Boruto wasn't prepared anymore and needed to pick and choose his battles. He rolled up his sleeves and washed the dishes, leaving them out to dry as he made coffee, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. He made his cup first with cream and sugar, but decided not to make Kawaki's after all, remembering how badly that went the other morning. Instead he just left the mug by the coffee brewer and left it up to the raven's discretion. His mind was preoccupied with starting his first day at his new job, excited to finally get started and not at all nervous given it wasn't entirely new. It was just a different setting and group of people.
Kawaki came in as he was lost in his thoughts, hair a mess, wearing nothing more than a pair of jogging pants that hung low on his hips. He looked half asleep still, eyes narrowed and brows creased in a way that clearly stated he wasn't in the best of moods. He went straight for the coffee, accepting the mug left for him as he poured a cup. No cream, no sugar. He had a sip, and then another before finally looking at Boruto.
"The hell are you going dressed like that? School?" He snorted and rolled his eyes at the thought.
The blond wore a light blue button down shirt and a pair of denim jeans, his shoes a pair of white sneakers. It didn't exactly say school to him and was probably less professional than it should have been, but he had learned that it was better to be dressed in something that he could keep up with children in. "As a matter of fact, I am. First grade to be exact."
"The fuck?" Kawaki lowered the cup from his lips, having been nearly taking his second sip. "Why can't you just be straight with me? You're such an asshole."
Boruto shrugged, not caring if the other man believed him or not. "Where do you work?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Not that it's any of your business, but Konoha Elementary. Maybe I'll see you there."
Almost choking on his coffee, Boruto was stuck between shock and anger. He couldn't tell if the raven was making fun of him given he had just made a crack about the blond looking like he was headed to school, or if he had said the first school that came to mind in hopes of catching Boruto in a lie. Either way there was no chance that bastard worked with children.
"Sure, I'll see you there," Boruto said with a shake of his head.
"Okay, sweetheart." Kawaki blew a kiss at him and then left the kitchen.
"Get over yourself!" Boruto yelled after him and refused to acknowledge the heat in his cheeks, blaming it on the shitshow that happened last night.
He finished off his coffee before heading out the door, shaking off their little scuffle and getting his head in the game, ready to make a good first impression on his new class. The drive to Konoha Elementary took no more than three minutes and he found himself smiling as he walked into the building. He had a short one-on-one with the principal to welcome him to the school before it was on to the classroom. Boruto had plenty of time to set up before the children started filing in, wide-eyed and curious for the new year and new teacher.
As the day progressed he got to know all of his new students, some as sweet as could be and another not so sweet, but they were all good kids with different levels of mischief. It was going to be a great year. Actual teaching was on the light side since it was only the first day and the main focus was letting everyone relax and bond with each other. Boruto was reluctant to let the kids go when it was time for their extra curricular class, walking them down the hallways single file to the gym. Another teacher was exiting the gym with her students just as they reached it and he waited for the other glass to finish clearing out before he took his class in.
He wasn't prepared for or expecting to see a man dressed in tight black athletic wear showing off every inch of his muscular stature, a pair of black shorts keeping him modest and kid friendly, but the gym teacher was someone who seemed determined to cause problems for the blond.
Hiding his shock as best as he could, Boruto passed the children off to Kawaki with a tight smile. "They're all yours. Have fun kiddos!"
Grey eyes locked on him, expression unreadable before Kawaki's face lit in a way Boruto didn't think possible as his attention turned to the kids. "You guys ready for some fun?"
Boruto left the gym as the children yelled their excitement and the second the door closed behind him, he was freaking out. Not only had that bastard been serious about working at the school, but he had the nerve to be dressed like that and give the children a smile, showing a side of him that Boruto didn't think existed. This was throwing him off in too many ways to count. He still hadn't fully recovered from last night and now he had to deal with the other man at work and at home. How in the hell was he going to deal with the annoyingly sexy raven everywhere? His first response was to simply avoid him at school and keep a distance at home.
When it was time for him to go pick up his class again he didn't so much as glance at the taller man. To the best of his ability he appeared unaffected, but he was shaken and his mind was reeling, it was like there was no escape from Kawaki and the universe kept pushing them together. He just couldn't catch a break. At lunch time, he sat with the other teachers and attempted to get to know them on good terms as well as keep himself out of the gossip wheel. He didn't want any drama to top things off, knowing full well that age didn't matter when it came to immaturity.
When Kawaki came in, he was carrying a sports drink and a brown paper bag. He spoke to a few teachers as he walked through the cafeteria, but made his way over to sit across from Boruto, still dressed in that ridiculously fitting ensemble. He set his drink on the table and opened his bag, pulling out a sub sandwich and taking a bite, chewing and swallowing slowly before letting his grey eyes settle on Boruto's face.
"Having a good first day?"
Ignoring the curious glances from the other teachers, the blond nodded and played nice. "From what I can tell, I got a really great group of kids this year. How did they like gym class?"
"They had a ball," Kawaki mused and had another bite before saying, "kept talking about how nice you were."
"Funnily enough they said the same thing about you, going on and on about how nice, tall and strong you were," Boruto said as he pushed his food around on his tray.
"Of course. I had to flex to inspire them to work hard, so they know where they can get one day."
Boruto couldn't tell if he was cracking a joke or not and decided to just agree for the moment. "Of course."
It was obvious that they were being fake and professional, at least to each other, but by the approving smiles and chitchatter from the other teachers, they had no idea about the storm that was brewing. Everything came to a head faster than Boruto anticipated when shit hit the fan before he stepped foot into his apartment. At the end of the school day, the raven had tracked him down and appeared at his car in the staff parking lot.
Boruto couldn't even get into his car, but he did try, fully prepared to slip in without acknowledging Kawaki. He'd barely gotten the car door cracked open before Kawaki closed it. "It's one thing to be a fucking slob, but a lying slob is going to damn far."
"I'm not a slob and I didn't fucking lie," the blond scoffed and tried to open the door only to get shut down again.
"You said you were seventeen. Do you have any idea how much I—look, that was fucked up, okay?" Kawaki scowled at him, but his brows were furrowed in a way that depicted genuine hurt.
"Well . . . okay, fine, that was a low blow to get you to leave, but it pisses me off when people treat me like a kid. I can't help that I have a baby face."
"You act like it's a bad thing," Kawaki grumbled, shaking his head. "I assumed you were young but not underage. You should be happy to have a baby face. It's cute."
Without his permission, his face burned way hotter than should have been possible. "C-cute?"
Kawaki stiffened and averted his eyes. "I meant in general!" He turned his entire head and huffed. "Shit. Forget it. Bottom line is, you're a liar."
"You don't believe me when I tell the truth either so what do you want me to do?" Boruto asked in reference to that morning, turning his attention back to the conversation instead of the maybe compliment.
"Yeah, well maybe I was trying to be an ass." Kawaki shrugged his shoulders and took a step back. "A low blow to get you to leave," he said, mirroring Boruto's reasoning.
They were both playing dirty, both literally and figuratively. Neither of them could take the high road when they were both at fault. "So . . . gym, huh? I didn't know you had a soft spot for children."
"There's a fuck ton of things you don't know about me," Kawaki pointed out, a smile touching his lips as he rounded the car. "I'll take a ride home."
Boruto would have fired up again at his words, but his expression and tone were completely different than what he was used to. He was seeing a lot of new things from Kawaki today. The ride home was quiet but not uncomfortable and they went inside of their apartment with an air that was free of irritation and frustration for the first time since they met.
Kawaki closed the door behind them and took off his shoes by the door. "Are you cooking dinner tonight?"
"Depends . . . what are things going to be like now?" the blond asked before suggesting, "should . . . should we work together and act like real roommates?" He still wanted the apartment and wasn't giving up, but he was starting to think it might be better to handle things in a more mature manner.
"Depends," Kawaki said. "You still interested in doing any… favors?"
Blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Y-you—what?"
"Don't act so surprised. Shit. I'm just saying… didn't seem like you hated it, and I've been thinking of doing you some favors too."
Was Kawaki gay after all or had Boruto managed to turn him gay? He had no idea and needed time to process everything, blinking a few times at the raven before saying, "I'll just go get dinner started."
"That's not an answer," Kawaki sighed. "Fine. I'll go take a shower."
They went their separate ways and Boruto quickly busied himself in the kitchen. Once again he was at a loss, unsure if it was smart to get into a sexual relationship with his roommate, but also a tiny bit scared about what would happen if he did. Could he take what Kawaki had to offer? What would become of him if he could? It was a dangerous position to be in and something he didn't think possible from how they had interacted with one another so far. Boruto was at fault for opening this door in the first place, he had to deal with the consequences. He decided to make white chili for dinner and had it cooking on the stove by the time Kawaki was finished with his shower.
He heard him walk in and kept stirring the chili for a few moments before glancing over at him, body freezing entirely at the sight before him. "W-why are you just in your briefs?!"
"More importantly, why are you stuttering?" Kawaki challenged, smirking as he padded over to the refrigerator and got himself a bottle of water.
How could he not when he was putting all of that on display? "Don't change the subject . . ." Boruto trailed while his eyes trailed over the firm and hard body before him.
"Greedy with those pretty blue eyes, but so quick to run away," Kawaki mused, opening his water for a sip. "Your loss, sweetheart."
Boruto was baffled by the pet name and the attitude, but he couldn't argue that what he was saying wasn't true, so he just denied it instead. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said and went back to stirring with his gaze set firmly on what he was doing rather than what he'd rather be doing.
"Talking about me doing you a favor—or trying to, and you just keep running. Scared little baby, yeah?"
"Yeah right, I'm not scared of you."
"Okay, sure. Then I'll fuck you after dinner."
Boruto flinched, almost dropping the spoon in his hand as his brain caught up with what he said. "Excuse me?"
Chuckling softly, Kawaki walked over to him, hovering just behind him while leaning down close enough to be breathing into his ear. "I said I'm fucking you after dinner, so be ready."
"R-right, that's very funny, you totally got me." Boruto forced out a chuckle and dismissed the whole thing. "Dinner will be ready soon."
"Good. The sooner we eat, the sooner I can wreck your ass."
"I think that's enough joking around." Boruto waved him off so he could concentrate.
Honestly he was hoping that his roommate was joking and was doing his best to convince himself of that, but if all else failed then he would just make a break for it. With this in mind he was able to keep his cool throughout dinner and ignored the sexy body exposed to him while they ate. He put his bowl in the sink when he was finished eating and told Kawaki it was his turn to do the dishes before he said goodnight.
"Whoa there," Kawaki called, swiftly blocking his exit. "You're not running this time." He wasn't even giving Boruto a chance to argue, snatching him by his wrist and hauling him over his left shoulder. He proceeded to leave the kitchen and walk down the hallway, carrying a flailing Boruto. "I'll take you myself, and gladly have my way with you."
"That was just you messing around! You don't really want to fuck me, right? Right?" Boruto was feeling a little hysterical and blatantly ignored the arousal starting to vibrate through him.
"On the contrary, I won't be able to stop thinking about fucking you until I do, so here's to me getting it out of my system," he said and smacked Boruto's ass just as he reached his bedroom, thinking his own most likely to be better suited than Boruto's. "Maybe."
Once again Boruto's face was lit up in a blush and his flailing increased. "You bastard, who allowed this?!"
"You started it," Kawaki muttered as he reached his bed and tossed Boruto onto it, grabbing his hips and tugging him to rest on the edge to his liking, then slipping his right hand under his shirt without hesitation. "Don't worry, promise I'll only drive you a little crazy."
The blond gulped and tried to think of a way out of this situation, but did he really want to get out of it? "What if I'm the one that drives you crazy?"
"It works both ways. You've been driving me crazy, but now it's my turn."
He hated to admit it, but in this case Boruto might have been all talk with no action to back it up. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in for it and he knew things would never be the same afterwards. It was about more than just favors now, but perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. He decided to just let loose and give in to whatever happened with the hope that it would all work out in his favor. If all else failed, he could always seduce his way into owning the apartment, right?