Chapter Twelve- Kawaki
Even though I was prepared for long voyages, I never expected our first one under the new contract to be so long. There was no chance to work myself up. Where I usually was only at sea for a few days at the most, I'd currently been on the water for an entire month… and we'd just completed our delivery. Which meant we were only halfway finished. The trip home would be long and draining. But I looked forward to it.
It was nice having dad with me at least. I preferred talking to him over anyone else but up until now there hadn't been much time for talking. There was a lot of work to do and I did a little bit of everything since dad wanted me to master everything as quickly as possible. I was all over the ship and I worked my ass off until I passed out from exhaustion. The labor was more intense than many of the new guys expected. It was like a full-blown workout everyday.
Dad didn't do any heavy lifting anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't, just that he didn't have to and he got a kick out of seeing me work up a sweat. I wanted to make him proud of me, so I always worked hard. Sunburnt and muscles aching after a long day of moving cargo, I was glad to have a hot meal and more than ready to pass out right after, but instead for the first time, I had a drink with dad.
It was unexpected because he wasn't a drinker but he was the one who suggested it, wanting to celebrate after successfully delivering our first shipment in the contract. Even though it really was lonesome being without Boruto, time wasn't moving too slowly. Whenever I wasn't working or sleeping, I was drawing for him or writing about my experience each day. How I felt and what was on my mind, so I could give it all to him as soon as I made it home.
There were no storms until we were a week from home and it was hell. I loved every second of it, but keeping the other hands calm during it and maintaining the ship was quite the task. Still it was motivating and as soon as the sky cleared and things calmed down, I sketched what I'd seen. The workers struggling to hold onto things while the ship rocked in the huge waves. The rain. The lightning. The beauty of a storm at night.
Boruto was going to love it.
I was glad that he wasn't as afraid of storms as he'd used to be, but he still didn't take well to them. He respected my love of them and talked about them excitedly with me, but there were countless nights that a storm went on and he snuck into my bed, waking me up. I never minded and I actually preferred sleeping with him. He was always warm and comforting… I never knew that I'd be capable of becoming a cuddler, but he seemed to think I was.
Sometimes I wondered if he was thinking about me as much as I was him, but I knew it was a foolish thought. He cared about me as much as I cared about him, so there was no doubt I was on his mind often. Even if he was back at school now. Even if he did have his other friends. Nobody was going to be able to make him forget about me, not even for a day. I hoped he wasn't sad though and he wasn't missing me too much. I was so excited to see him, already able to picture the big grin on his face. Just thinking about it made me smile.
Because they were on my mind, I drew Boruto and Himawari too. I got caught one night when I was almost finished with one particular cheeky drawing of Boruto by one of the newer recruits. I knew he was older than me, but he looked young-all doe eyed and baby-faced. I looked from my drawing to him when he came to stand beside me, apparently curious as to what I was drawing since his eyes were on the sketch.
"Is that…" He began, cutting himself short and I watched as his lips mulled together and his cheeks darkened.
"What?" I frowned, wondering what he could be making such a look for.
Takima was his name but we'd never talked much so I knew nothing about him. I didn't understand him or why he looked around in thought for so long before finally glancing back at me.
"It's nothing." He whispered, fidgeting with his fingers. "You're really good at drawing, huh?"
I shrugged and started putting the finishing touches on the sketch, touching up the scar on Boruto's face. "I enjoy it." I admitted quietly as I ran my fingertips over the page. I wished he was here. I wanted to talk to him. I missed him.
There was a whole week left at least before I'd be home. I feared going through withdrawls.
"I'm not really good at anything." Takima sighed. "I'm not sure if I'm cut out for the sea life either… I miss home. Do you ever feel lonely being gone like this?"
This was the first time I'd ever been out to sea for such an extended period but I nodded once. "Yeah. I miss being home. But I love being on the sea too."
"Well maybe we can be friends… so we won't be so lonely when we're away like this." He suggested, sounding innocent and appearing so as well with the way he smiled at me. So I didn't understand why the suggestion gnawed at me.
"I'm sure we'll get along." I said after a while and then added, "As long as you do your job."
After that I worried about the guy annoying me, but he never did. He was quiet most of the time and never got in my personal space. He seemed to be around me more than before but it was always work-related. He seemed eager to learn and I didn't mind helping him because there was a time when I needed help. Sometimes I still did.
It was nice having someone around my age on the ship even if we didn't really have anything in common. It was when we had only one week left that I found out there was one thing we did have in common. He called me to the stern of the ship late one night when everyone else was sleeping, and he should have been too.
He had a joint and I was stunned, knowing I should have immediately knocked it out of his hand and tossed it into the ocean. Knowing I should have reprimanded him because he could lose his job for having it… but it had been nearly two months since I'd smoked anything and I gave into the temptation far too easily.
Getting high with him gave us something more to talk about and I started feeling a little more comfortable with him. I thought it wasn't so bad, making a new friend. I still worked hard and so did he, even if he hung around me more often than he had been. But then Dad unexpectedly pulled me away from him one day with a look of concern.
"What's the matter?" I asked fearfully, studying his face as he met my eyes with a look of seriousness.
"You've been spending a lot of time with Takima lately…" He said, blue eyes looking past me obviously to the guy he mentioned.
I breathed a sigh of relief, having thought something terrible had happened. "You scared the shit out of me, dad. And I wouldn't call it 'spending time' but he doesn't seem too bad. Why? Is there something I should know?"
He frowned and looked into my eyes thoughtfully. "Well…" He sighed and looked away, seeming torn before he said, "I don't know… there was just something about the way he looks at you. But if you don't think anything of it then I suppose I'm just being paranoid."
I wanted to question him, because I didn't understand what he meant and I didn't like how concerned he looked, but he walked away before I could ask him anything about it. I tried paying closer attention to Takima after that but I never noticed anything suspicious. He always seemed happy, that was the main thing. He smiled a lot but that was about it. Still, after dad said that I couldn't help but try and keep my distance from the guy.
Only a few days later we arrived home. My heart sped up just at seeing the lighthouse in the distance and I was a little giddy at being the one sounding the horn. I couldn't wait to see everyone-Boruto especially and it was early evening on a Friday so I was sure he was already home from school. I wanted more than anything to run out and greet him as soon as possible, but dad needed my help so Boruto, mom and Himawari were all on the docks waiting by the time we were both finished with everything.
My eyes sought Boruto out as soon as I made it out onto the deck, way ahead of dad because I just couldn't wait. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him bouncing on the dock and waving enthusiastically. Fuck, he was adorable. I forgot everything else and starting walking towards the exit, but then Takima stepped in front of me.
"Don't forget your things, Kawaki." He said, handing me my backpack and my duffel bag.
"Oh, thanks." I mumbled even though I wasn't worried about my bags at the moment. I took them from him and quickly left the ship, all eyes on Boruto.
"See you soon, Kawaki." Takima said and I spared him a brief glance, nodding in agreement just before I was tackled by Himawari and then squeezed by both mom and Boruto at once.
As soon as the girls got distracted with dad, I started leading Boruto to the house. It was risky. But I needed him. Alone. Two months had been hell without him and I wouldn't be satisfied until I tasted him. Until I felt those lips on mine. My room was the furthest so that's where I took him. As soon as we were inside I closed the door and forced him against it, dropping my bags to take hold of his face and without so much as a word being spoken between us, I dipped down and kissed him needily.
His hands went to my arms, holding onto me as I pressed my body against his, pinning him to the wall. I swallowed every sound he made and kissed him until he melted between me and the door, leaving me no choice but to wrap my arms around him to keep him on his feet. His head lolled back as I pulled my lips away to move them to his ear instead.
"Fuck, I missed you." I told him, voice breathless and velvety and I carried him back over to my bed and pushed him down, going right along with him.
Boruto tugged at my shirt as I teased his neck with my lips and tongue and I leaned up for him to pull it off, which he managed quickly. While his hands roamed over my shoulders and arms I kissed his lips once more, eagerly slipping my tongue into his mouth and finding his piercing. His hips rolled and he moaned as I swirled my tongue around the metal ball, and I grinded down on him purposely.
He was already hard but so was I. When it had happened, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I needed him and I was going to go crazy if I didn't have him. Today. This was it. I wanted to claim all of him. But I wasn't sure how to go about it. Or even if he was willing.
The thought was quickly dissolved from my mind when a knock sounded on my door. It was too heavy to be Himawari and mom and dad had no reason to come for us, they were always good about giving us privacy so I broke the kiss and looked back at the door curiously.
Boruto was panting, trembling and too dazed to face anyone at the moment so I covered him up and shook off my arousal. I had already softened for the most part since hearing the knock thankfully. I got up, frowning as I went and opened the door. My frown deepened when I found Takima standing there.
"I'm sorry… Mr. Uzumaki told me I could come up."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I glared at him, pissed that it was him who'd interrupted my time with Boruto.
He looked down as if embarrassed. "I just got service when we got on land and my dad called me and told me he needed some help with some heavy lifting. He's offering five hundred dollars for a few hours work. I thought you would be interested but I don't have your number yet."
Yet? "Needs help when?"
"Now." He chuckled. "I know it's short notice. You don't have to of course, I just wanted to offer since I know you're trying to save up."
He was right. I was dying to have some time with Boruto but could I really pass up making five hundred dollars in just a few hours? I was nearly convinced I should accept when I caught Takima's eyes trailing down my exposed torso.
What the hell?
"Sure I'll go. As long as I can bring an extra pair of hands." I told him and he frowned.
"Extra pair of hands?" He didn't sound pleased by the idea and I closed my eyes as I pulled in a breath.
This was what dad was concerned about. This guy was gay and he obviously had a thing for me. Boruto would flip his shit. There was a high probability that he already was.
"Those damn eyes are roaming a hell of a lot for you to want to be my friend." I said, glaring down at him and he blanched.
"W-What? I-" He began but got distracted when I moved my hand to my chest and ran it down my abs.
"See all this is already spoken for. So if you're hoping for anything you're wasting your goddamn time."
He shook his head and raised his hands defensively. "N-no!" He stammered. "It's not like that. Really!"
"Oh?" Lying ass bitch. "Alright then, give me a minute and I'll come. As long as my boyfriend wants to join me."
His face fell but he nodded slowly and took a step away from the door as I closed it. I palmed my face and cursed, wondering what the hell this guy was thinking. There was no way I would go alone but I would like to make the money. I could always have Boruto later.
I turned around to find him sitting up in bed, not looking happy. Sighing, I walked over and sat next to him. How did I get myself in these situations? Now Boruto was upset. It wasn't intentional but I still felt guilty for him feeling any type of way.
"Hey," I said, reaching over to stroke his face with the back of my fingers. "Want to go make some money?" I asked, leaving it up to him. He'd heard everything so the decision was his.
Boruto's face started to relax and he sighed. "Well . . . I'd honestly rather be kissing you senseless. And you probably already know I don't like whoever that guy was, but . . ." He trailed and grabbed my free hand to hold. "I'll go help you. I'm proud of you, you know?"
"Proud of me?" I asked, confused. "What for?"
"You handled that guy." He explained with a smile. "I . . . really liked that. I'm proud."
I laughed at that and got up to get myself a shirt. "Of course I did. It's really not a big deal." I told him as I shrugged on a T-shirt.
"It means a lot to me." He insisted, blue eyes raking over me. "You got so tan . . ."
I nodded, unable to keep from smiling at him. It made me so happy to be with him. "Yeah… there was an ass of sun from being out there for so long."
"You look good." He complimented as he got up off the bed, adding in a much quieter tone, "So tempting."
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. "You really think so?"
"Yeah." He said and hugged me. "I missed you."
"I missed you more." I told him and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. "I'll show you how much when we make it back home."
He giggled and flushed a bit. "Kawaki." He chided fondly, but he wasn't complaining. "We should hurry then."
"You're right." I laughed and led him out of my room by his hand. I tried not to roll my eyes when I found Takima in the hallway outside of my room, waiting. "We're ready." I told him, unable to help how cold my tone was.
"Okay. It's a couple blocks from here." He said and followed as I led the way downstairs, keeping a firm hold on Boruto's hand. Once we started walking down the street he walked beside Boruto and looked to him with a smile. "Hey, I'm Takima. I work with your dad… and Kawaki."
Boruto looked at him curiously. "That right? They must be working you hard." He said, playing nice. "I'm Boruto."
"It's definitely hard." He laughed. "Kawaki has taught me a lot though."
"He's a good teacher." Boruto said and tossed me a smug look.
I couldn't believe he was acting like this. I also couldn't help but smirk because of it. "Stop fucking with me." I said, elbowing him in the arm.
"I'm not doing anything." Boruto insisted, trying to pretend he wasn't being cheeky.
"If you say so." I chuckled.
"How long have you guys been together?" Takima asked.
"Forever." I answered, smiling at Boruto. "Five years now, right?"
Boruto beamed at me, squeezing my hand. "Yeah and you haven't changed at all aside from your height."
"And you're just as cute as ever." I teased, pinching his cheek.
Boruto swatted my hand away, laughing. "Stop that."
"Wow. I'm feeling a little embarrassed. So much PDA." Takima said, red cheeks seeming to darken by the second. "It's really cute."
"We get carried away." Boruto admitted, but I knew he liked it.
We arrived at the warehouse shortly and found that Takima's dad had just bought the place out. It used to be a furniture store and everything inside of it was being donated to goodwill and they needed help moving everything into the trucks. It wouldn't be a hard job, but there was a lot of furniture to move. Still I was surprised he was willing to pay so much.
He was more than happy that I'd brought Boruto along, since he needed as many hands as he could get and we all got to work quickly. It made it all the better that Boruto was going to make just as much money as me. He seemed happy about it. We worked together, moving couches and chairs and tables. All kinds of shit. Boruto slowed down after the first couple hours, not being used to working with such heavy stuff but I was quick to pick up the slack.
"You okay?" I asked at noticing he was drenched in sweat. The warehouse was hot as hell too, which didn't help his case any.
He nodded, wiping his brow before putting his hands on his hips. "I'll be alright."
Even though he said he was fine, I couldn't help but be worried about him. I didn't want him over doing it. "Why don't you rest a minute?" I suggested.
He glanced around at the furniture we still had to move. "A short one . . . if you're sure."
"I'm sure. They have water outside." I told him before getting back to work. It would take another few hours to get everything moved at least but we were getting stuff done.
I helped one of the other guys carry out a couch and then Boruto came over, handing me a bottle of water. "Thank you." I told him as I opened the bottle, drinking several swallows before closing it again. It was too cold for as hot as I was.
"You're welcome." He said, taking a few sips from his own. "We're not finished yet, but we're getting there."
"Yeah. You sit down. I'll get back to it." I said and handed him my bottle.
"Okay." He agreed, grateful for the break. "I'll be good in about five minutes."
"Rest until you're good. I'm serious." I told him and went back inside to move some more things. Boruto wasn't the only one needing a break. A few other guys, including Takima were sitting around to take a break.
There wasn't much help at the time so I worked on moving smaller things that I could handle on my own. Chests and tables. As long as I could get a good hold on it, I could move it. Boruto came back to help before any of the other guys and I quickly realized I didn't really like him doing this kind of work. It didn't fit him at all. Not because he couldn't do it, but because he was way too cute for it. His face was so red and he was still so sweaty. I just wanted to hug him.
Another few hours and we loaded the last of the furniture and Takima came over, handing us our money. "I didn't know we were going to have to kill ourselves like this." He huffed but smiled at us. "Sorry about that."
"It's alright, it wasn't that bad." Boruto said before drinking the rest of his water.
"My dad said if he ever needs extra help he'd like to get you guys. So he paid you a little extra."
I wondered how much a little extra was but didn't bother counting the money. "Well we have to get going." I said and offered Boruto my hand. "Boruto,"
He took my hand, ready to go as well. "Bye." He told Takima.
"It was nice meeting you, Boruto. See you guys later."
I pulled Boruto along, eager to get home. As soon as we were across the street I looked down at him. He looked a mess. So unlike him. I didn't like it at all.
"We're not helping him anymore." I told him matter of factly.
Boruto smiled. "What, you didn't like it?"
"It wasn't bad. But I don't want you doing that shit. And I'm not doing it without you." I admitted.
"Oh." He said happily. "That's fine with me."
"You worked your ass off." I sighed. "You must be tired now. Especially after having school today. How is school, by the way?"
He hummed and stood a little closer. "Different without you there, but I manage. I'm a little tired." He confessed. "Though I'm still up for . . . other things."
"Oh, are you?" I chuckled. "Other things may happen if you still feel that way when we make it home and get cleaned up."
Boruto looked thoughtful for a moment before the look turned cheeky. "We could get clean together and save time . . . and water."
"Smug bastard." I grinned. "Sounds like a plan to me."
"Hell yeah it does." He said excitedly. "Your room or mine?"
It didn't really matter as long as we were together, so I shrugged. "Whichever you prefer."
"I guess since it's where we started today, let's go to yours." He decided.
"Alright." I agreed.
Boruto talked to me about things at school and his friends on the walk home and I listened intently, wondering if any of those bitches were bothering him. He never mentioned them though and I didn't want to just ask so I kept my curiosities to myself.
We took our time on the walk home and when he got there, mom came at us with a displeased and rather angry look on her face. I hid behind Boruto, not wanting my ass kicked as soon as I got home.
"Boruto… do something before she snaps." I whispered.
Boruto's mind raced for a moment before he gasped. "Dad knew we left! He told that Takima guy to go right into our house and ask us to help him and his dad move some things. We got paid and worked hard. Dad knew everything."
"Yeah. He knew the whole time." I agreed quickly.
"He did?" She asked, crossing her arms. "I see. Your dinner is in the fridge. Naruto!" She called and headed through the house to find him.
"You wanna eat before we go upstairs?" I asked.
"Yes. Let's not come back down unless we have to." Boruto said.
"Smart." I laughed and pulled him into the kitchen.
We heated up our plates and sat at the table to eat. I was telling Boruto about the drawings I did when I heard Himawari running through the house, knowing she was coming for us. I didn't expect her to come into the kitchen with tears streaming down her face. Her little face was drawn up as she cried.
"Hima, what happened?" I asked, sliding my chair back and holding my arms open for her.
"Y-you left me." She whined as she came over slowly and I picked her up and set her in my lap.
"Oh no, we just had to go get some work done." I told her, frowning at Boruto. He needed to help me.
"But you just got home!" She cried, wiping her face.
Boruto stepped in. "I know sis, it sucks. But we wanted to get it done right away so we would have more time to spend with you. Isn't it better we got it out of the way rather than having to leave and do it tomorrow?"
"Y-Yeah." She sniffled. "Because tomorrow we're going on the beach. All day!"
I laughed at that and ruffled her hair. "That will be fun. I think it's time we taught you how to surf."
"Really?!" She beamed at me and I nodded.
"There are only a few rules to life on the beach." I told her. "What is rule number one Boruto?"
"Uh, listen to Kawaki." He said with a slightly confused look.
"Okay, well rule number two: No talking to strangers." I said and glared at him. "Ever."
"Oh, I know!" Himawari exclaimed. "I don't like strangers. They're scary."
"Good girl. You didn't get that from Boruto, that's for sure."
Boruto rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile. "Yeah, yeah. What's rule number three?"
"Shouldn't you know?" I asked, cocking a brow at him.
He thought for a moment. "Don't tell strangers your name and age?"
"Well yeah, but since we're not talking to strangers we don't have to worry about that. Rule number three: no wandering off on your own. Ever."
"Never ever!" Himawari agreed and I sighed.
"Looks like some people haven't been following rule number one."
Boruto huffed and went back to his food, pouting. "I did too." He muttered under his breath.
"But we'll have a good day on the beach. Maybe mom will pack us a nice lunch. You think?" I asked Himawari and she nodded, kissing my cheek before hopping down.
"I'll make sure she does!" She giggled and ran out of the kitchen.
I smiled as I returned to eating, taking a few bites before looking at Boruto. "You're in big trouble, mister."
"I'm not sure if I should ask why or what you're planning to do."
"You need to be setting a good example. Unless you want our little Hima bringing home a strange boy at thirteen."
He blushed and hit my arm. "Hey! I don't regret the way we met and I never will."
"So does that mean you'd be okay with Hima meeting someone the same way?"
"No . . . you and I were just different." He insisted.
"You were doing shit you had no business doing." I muttered. Even though I was glad things had happened the way they had, it was wrong. Boruto could have easily gotten himself into trouble and had quite a few times. I wasn't always around to save his ass and now he had a scar on his face to prove it.
He sighed, looking at me seriously. "Himawari won't be the same . . . and I've learned from my mistakes." He said, thinking the same thing I was as his fingers touched his scar.
I frowned and reached over, moving his hand aside to replace it with my own. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault." He reminded and put his hand over mine. "I have no one to blame but myself."
"Don't say that." I scoffed. "If I had been home it would have never happened. That's a fact. And that means it's my fault."
"That's not fair, don't do what ifs. No matter what you say, I'll never blame you." He stated firmly.
It didn't matter what he thought. I would always feel responsible. "You're my little trouble maker. Aren't you?" I smiled softly as I stroked his cheek with my thumb. The scar didn't make him any less adorable.
"Yeah." He smiled back. "I don't know how you deal with me."
I laughed. "Shit, me either."
He laughed as well and gave me a fond look. "You're a handful yourself, Kawaki."
"Get the hell outta here." I huffed. "I'm a goddamn angel."
"My tatted angel." He giggled. "Too good looking for your own good."
I leaned over close to him, grinning. "Did you just call me yours?"
"I did." He said proudly, cheeks reddening a bit.
"So cute." I hummed and kissed his cheek quickly before getting up, not wanting anymore food. "You should stop it."
He shook his head, taking one last bite before he got up as well. "You prefer it that way though."
"Shit. Who told you?" I feigned surprise as I set my plate in the sink.
"A tatted angel." He said and picked up his plate, scrapping the few bits of food in the trash and then placing it in the sink along with mine.
"Bitch. Giving me away like that." I rolled my eyes playfully and then wrapped my arms around him. "I was trying to keep it a secret."
"I would tell you one of my secrets to make you feel better, but you already know them all." He said and pulled me closer.
"You sure about that?" I asked, raising a brow. "There has to be something I don't know."
Boruto hummed, trying to think of something. "I might have one thing." He finally said.
"Then you better fucking tell me."
"I got lonely at night without you here." He confessed. "I couldn't help thinking of you and . . . other things."
"Oh?" I peered down at him, my curiosity piquing. "Hurry up and get to the secret part."
He gave me an excited and nervous look before he stepped away, slowly backing out of the kitchen. "I . . . used my fingers . . . and got used to the feel of something inside."
What the fuck?
I stared at him, stunned into silence. I couldn't believe he was capable of saying something like that, much less doing it. I stood there as he headed upstairs, leaving me alone to take in this information. What a fucking secret. It had nearly killed me. I couldn't even function properly. What the hell had he been thinking while I was gone? How many times had he done that?
It took me a while to collect myself and make my way upstairs to my room. Boruto was already in the shower and I wasted no time in stripping my clothes off and joining him. He was already in the process of washing his body and I followed suit, feeling a bit anxious with the new information in my head. Just picturing him doing such a thing was getting a rise out of me. Literally.
"Will you wash my back?" Boruto suddenly asked me, glancing over his shoulder.
I nodded, unable to find any words. I used my own washcloth to wash his back, trying not to look at anything that I couldn't handle looking at at the moment. I was still a bit shocked and struggling to keep it together. Though I didn't rush the task, I finished washing his back quickly enough and returned to washing myself.
"Want me to wash yours?" He asked innocently.
"Sure." I quipped and turned my back to him.
His hand massaged my shoulder and neck while the other washed my back with his washcloth. It felt good and he was doing the task properly, but his other hand wandered and went to massage my side and then my lower back. When he was done let both hands rest on my hips, squeezing slightly.
"Do you want me to wash anything else?"
My eyes widened and I couldn't believe that my ears started burning. What the hell had gotten into him? "Stop it." I grumbled, turning my face away from him shyly.
"Stop what?" He asked, not dropping the act.
"Teasing me." I growled, not sure if I didn't like it… or if I just liked it too much.
He chuckled softly before letting go. "Sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Whatever." I huffed, not liking the feeling taking over me. I wasn't a shy or easily embarrassed person, so I didn't particularly like either of those feelings.
Earlier, I had every intention to fuck around in the shower a bit but now, I couldn't get out quick enough. Boruto finished and left the shower before me and when I was alone I leaned back against the tiled wall, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Why was I so flustered? It was damn ridiculous.
When I got out of the shower, I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist and then brushed my teeth. I didn't know what the fuck was about to happen but I knew I needed to get myself together or else nothing would be happening. After I finished in the bathroom I walked into my room and noticed Boruto was under the covers in the bed already.
I walked to my dresser and opened the top drawer to grab a pair of boxers and then dropped my towel to step into them before going to get in the bed myself. Boruto was looking at me in anticipation, waiting for me to join him. I lifted the cover and laid down beside him, trying to keep calm. He wiggled closer to me and reached out to touch my piercings before tracing my jaw line.
Two months I had waited for this time with him and earlier today I was just fine but now… I was so unsettled. My heart was pounding and I couldn't keep it together. Why? I looked at him as if he could give me the answer but I only became more flustered at seeing the look in his blue eyes. So raw and needy. Why? Fucking why?
"Kawaki." He said quietly as his hand moved down to trace my tattoos next. "D-do you . . . do you wanna do it?"
Fuck. Did I? "I…" I began and swallowed hard. "I don't know." I didn't know anything anymore.
"Then did you want to get some sleep?" He asked and changed the teasing touches to comforting rubs. "I don't mind if you do . . . but I still want to kiss."
There was no way I was going to sleep after all the waiting I'd done. I wanted him. I just had to get it together. I rolled onto my side to face him, inching my face towards his. "I'm not going to sleep." I told him firmly, resolving myself. "So, you really want to try?"
"If you do." He said honestly. "I think I'm ready."
"You thought about it a lot, huh?" I asked, smiling as I leaned up, resting my weight on my elbow and looking down at him.
He nodded, skin flushing. "I'm a bit . . . perverted."
I couldn't believe those words could ever sound adorable, but coming from him they did. "Really? Damn…" I grinned and leaned down to rest my forehead against his. "You might kill me before the nights over."
"I'm not trying to, you know." He pointed out. "I just . . . want you."
I wanted the same so I sighed before kissing him softly. His arms wound around my neck, lips meeting mine with an urgency that I struggled to match. But it wasn't long with having him clinging to me so, and kissing me with such desperation that all I could think about was giving both of us exactly what we wanted—so I quickly stripped out of my underwear.
Moving on top of him, I deepened the kiss and groaned when his hands moved to my hair and tugged none too gently. He knew it got to me and did it just because of that. He was already naked, already hard. He had no insecurities and I wanted him enough to forget about all of mine.
Taking things slow wasn't easy, but I knew I had to for the both of us. Months—no, years of tension had led us to this moment and finally, there was no holding back. Neither of us knew how this would go, but everything felt so natural. As much as I wanted to rush, I wanted to savor every second. Boruto was being patient as well, but I knew it was mainly because he'd melted beneath me. Even the sounds he made were soft and sensual in between the slow, deep kiss we shared.
I only pulled away when my hips grinded down against him and my erection rubbed against his, a shaky breath sucking into my lungs. He was beautiful, more so in that moment than he ever had been. His half lidded eyes gazed into mine, looking softer than ever before. They spoke volumes to me, I could tell how much he loved me, the sincerity in his eyes encasing my heart. I could see how much he wanted this, how good he was feeling. I couldn't believe we had waited so long for this.
But that made it all the more intense.
My staring had him biting his lip and I continued to stare, eyes now locked on his mouth, watching as his teeth pulled back over that perfect bottom lip. Then he pulled me back down for a kiss and rocked his hips up against me. We were both so hard and I wasn't sure how I was going to get through this.
I focused on kissing him and fingering his hair while his hand moved away from me to search the sheets for something. He pushed a small bottle against my neck, it feeling cold against my hot skin and made me shudder. I leaned up, hating to break away from those lips. It was a bottle of lube he was giving me and I took it, sitting back on my legs and trailing my hand down his chest and stomach then over his right thigh, spreading his legs further.
Really looking at how hard he was for me turned me on even more. I didn't think it was possible but my cock was now pulsating with need. Unable to wait around any longer, I opened the lube and squirted some on my fingers. I used my middle finger to circle his entrance and rub over it. After a few seconds, I carefully pushed my finger inside of him and my breath hitched at how tight he felt—and so warm.
His breathing picked up and he moaned, writhing as I moved my finger in and out slowly. Eventually I added more lube and another finger, which only made him louder for me. I wanted to kiss him again, but couldn't because I wanted to listen to him even more. When I removed my fingers it was only to lather my cock in lube and reposition myself. Hooking my arm behind his leg and rubbing the head of my dick against his entrance, I had to hold my breath to keep quiet.
Boruto didn't bother, he was too lost in arousal, whimpering in heavy desire. I leaned over him, holding his leg back and putting my weight on my left arm. Each time I slid my cock over his rim, I pushed into him just prodding, taunting him until he was panting and thrusting his hips up in desperation.
If I hadn't been completely sure, I would have asked again if he was truly ready. But I knew he was. The initial push had my voice finally slipping out and Boruto clung to me, gasping. He was so tight, even after I stretched him, I knew it had to hurt. I knew he would adjust and he urged me to continue by pulling me closer to him. Steadily, I gave him more. Just a little, centimeter by centimeter, pulling back every few before entering him a little more. When I was finally halfway in, I moved my hand from my cock to rest that arm by his head.
"Are you alright?" I asked breathlessly, not sure if I was or not. His tight heat was smothering my cock. It felt so good I couldn't comprehend it.
Boruto nodded, as breathless as I was, he pulled me in for another kiss and I groaned into his mouth, snapping my hips forward without thinking. In an instant, the rest of my length was buried inside of him and he was shaking, head falling back and to the side as he cried out.
"Fuck. I'm sorry." I breathed, raising my hand to comb his bangs back off his forehead.
His cheeks were flushed and he looked back to me, blue eyes full of longing. "S-so deep . . . you feel so good." He was enjoying it, even if it was a lot—and I knew it was.
Forcing myself to give him a moment to adjust, I kept myself sheathed inside of his, circling my hips just slightly. My lips moved to his neck, licking and sucking on his skin. Eventually I was able to start moving, amazed that at hadn't come yet. Nothing compared to this. Nobody could make me feel like this. Only Boruto.
I wouldn't last long and I knew it, but as blind as I was by the pleasure I felt, the need to make Boruto feel just as good had me leaning back to wrap my hand around his cock. He breathed heavier, moaning louder as my hips and hand worked simultaneously until I stroked him faster and moved slower. My cock throbbed achingly within him, I couldn't stop it.
"Fuck. I'm coming." I told him with a low moan, stroking him faster still.
The declaration helped set him off. Boruto bit down hard on his lip to stifle his moans, but they were still loud. He came right along with me, his come shooting out of him and coating his stomach as I filled him with my own. I was mesmerized by his face, features twisted in bliss. He was spent, immobile aside from the way his body trembled. He stared up at me through tired, loving eyes and I dipped down to kiss him again. The affection I felt for him was overwhelming, even stronger thanks to the intimate moment we shared.
"I love you, Boruto." I whispered, lips stop brushing against his and he mumbled it back sleepily.
"Love you . . . love you."
I almost wanted to tease him when I realized he was going to pass out on me, but I decided not to. I just gave him another soft kiss that he didn't meet, already drifting. I waited until I had completely softened before I pulled out, loving the sight of my come leaking out of him. It was definitely me that was the pervert.
Feeling tired as well, I forced myself up and into the bathroom, cleaning myself before doing the same to Boruto and then getting back in bed next to him. While I covered us up, he did roll over towards me, snuggling close to my body. I wrapped my arm around him and closed my eyes, knowing sleep would find me soon. As I slowly drifted, he was the only thing on my mind. I held him tighter, knowing I'd never even think about letting him go.