Frustrations

Collaboration with Kaname84

Chapter One

The college life really wasn't for everyone—that went doubly for Kawaki. The only reason he was even attending college was because of his love of basketball and his dream to one day go pro. He'd been lucky enough to receive a scholarship and wouldn't ruin things by failing any classes. As long as Kawaki wanted to do well in something, he could. He was relatively busy between playing ball, studying and attending his classes. Even after school, Kawaki was shooting hoops with his friends, always eager to gain stamina and learn more.

Nothing much else interested him, at least until his sophomore year when he walked into his first class, English. Kawaki was just taking some basic courses, considering he wasn't majoring in anything. He was keeping things as simple as possible, because he needed to focus on basketball above anything else.

Kawaki walked into class with his earbuds in and his bag slumped over his shoulder, grey eyes quickly locking on his Professor. He cocked his pierced brow at how young he looked—seemingly even younger than Kawaki himself. He was writing his name on the board: Boruto Uzumaki. He was blonde. Petite. Adorable. Kawaki was completely taken aback. He wondered idly how long it had been since he'd laid his eyes on a guy that intrigued him so much.

There was an immediate attraction and Kawaki had to force himself not to go up for an introduction right away. Boruto turned around and their eyes met for an instant and Kawaki was floored by those endless blue depths. His heart stuttered in his chest and his grey eyes shamelessly trailed down that slim body, loving the skinny dress pants and the pale pink button down shirt he wore. Oh yeah, Kawaki could picture him sprawled out in his bed, eager to be thoroughly fu—what the hell was he thinking? This was his professor.

"Yo, Kawaki!" Iwabe called from behind him, smacking his hand on his shoulder. It at least pulled Kawaki out of the trance he was in.

"Ah, Iwabe." Kawaki held out his hand as Iwabe came around him and they bumped fists in the usual way they greeted each other. They'd been friends since junior high and had been lucky enough to both get into the same college, playing basketball on the same team.

"Back to this hell hole, sucks ass." Iwabe grumbled as the two of them made their way to the back of the class to take a couple seats.

Kawaki would have agreed, had it not been for what he'd been able to set his sights on. He wasn't even in his seat yet before his eyes were back on the Professor, watching him as he took his own seat at his desk and began straightening some things. How the hell was he going to concentrate on class when all he could think about was tapping that ass?

It wasn't long before everyone arrived and class began. Boruto's soft spoken voice was easy for Kawaki to follow and he didn't think he'd ever been so engrossed in a class before. It should have been a sin to put someone like this blonde as a professor. Kawaki wondered just how long it would take him to get him in bed. He was counting on it not taking long at all.

The rest of his classes were dull in comparison and Kawaki found his mind drifting to Boruto several times throughout the day. He'd definitely make it a point to speak one on one with him the next day. Kawaki was really looking forward to it. He still spent the day after school on the court, thankful that the first day was a piece of cake compared to what he could have to deal with in his college life.

Kawaki was the first to show up to his first class of the day, showing up so early it seemed he surprised the professor when he let himself in. Boruto was sitting at his desk, dainty hands on his briefcase as he peered over at Kawaki.

"Good morning, Boruto." Kawaki called as he walked over to the blonde, god he just wanted to ravish him right then and there.

"Mr. Uzumaki," Boruto corrected with a small smile. "Good morning."

"Do we really need to be so formal?" Kawaki huffed, halfway sitting on Boruto's desk as he gazed down at him.

The professor opened his briefcase and started pulling out files, tilting his head as he met his student's eyes. "Of course."

Those eyes threatened to be the end of Kawaki on the spot. "Not. Of course not." Kawaki countered with a smirk. "Why don't we make this relationship as informal as possible?" He suggested, stealing the files right out of Boruto's hands and setting them down. He leaned down closer, wanting to cage his prey in before making the kill.

"You're going to be a handful, aren't you?" Boruto mused and shook his head. "It's not going to happen, Kawaki. I've dealt with students like you before, you might as well give up now."

Kawaki's eyes darkened, he was always down for a challenge. "Oh I'm not one to give up, Boruto. It would be in your best interest just to give me what I want, now. Today sounds good. How about it?"

"Let me think on it and get back to you tomorrow." Boruto grinned and added, "And it's Mr. Uzumaki."

"I said today, not tomorrow… what the hell?" Kawaki scoffed and reached forward, running his finger down his professors delicate jawline. "And fine, I'll only call you by your first name in private."

Boruto pushed Kawaki's hand aside and grabbed the files he had moved. "Tomorrow. Take it or leave it and only my friends get to call me Boruto. As long as you're my student, I want to hear my last name fall from your lips. Got me?"

"Got you, I'll just call you baby instead." Kawaki smiled and crossed his arms, having no intention of moving until the other students started filing in.

"Rejected." Boruto told him and walked over to the board to write the day's lesson. "Persistence will get you nowhere."

Kawaki knew he probably still had at least five minutes before anyone else showed up, so he wasn't ready to call it quits for the day yet. Boruto was obviously trying to blow him off, but Kawaki decided to move from his perch and walk over to the blonde.

"Don't be so mean, baby. I'll treat you good." Kawaki promised, smiling almost sadistically as he fingered a strand of Boruto's hair.

Boruto kept writing, trying to hide his amusement. His student had no idea what he was getting into. "I'm sorry, were you talking to me? There's no 'baby' here."

"Oh yeah, that's you." Kawaki hummed, having leaned closer and let his fingers trail down the back of Boruto's neck. "Might as well get used to it."

"Bold." Boruto stated and turned around, hand on his hip. "But it's still not happening. We can do this dance all year, but you'll just end up disappointed. The school's big, I'm sure you can find another student to be your 'baby'."

"If I wanted a student, I wouldn't be putting a claim on you right now. But my mind is made up, and I won't end up disappointed. I'll have you on your knees before you know it."

Boruto raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Will you now? You sound so confident, but you'll learn. I'm a great teacher."

"I was thinking we could both learn a few things. You teach me in here and I'll teach you at my place." Kawaki said, unable to decide which part of Boruto he wanted to look at more. He just wanted to get him naked.

"I think not." Boruto said, not budging in the least. "Be a good boy and go take your seat."

This guy was going to be a fun challenge indeed. "I can be a good boy, but I prefer not to. I mean we do have a few minutes… we could make out."

Boruto laughed at that, Kawaki was certainly turning out to be different. "No thanks."

"Maybe tomorrow then, on our date." Kawaki said, relenting, though not without getting a good long look at those pretty lips and imagining them wrapped around his cock.

"Alright, ask me tomorrow." Boruto encouraged and brushed past him back to his desk.

"Okay, baby." Kawaki agreed and grabbed his bag from where he'd set it on the floor.

"Mr. Uzumaki." His professor said after him.

Kawaki liked the thought of Mr. Uzumaki, but liked the thought of him being his baby the most. It was going down… just a matter of time.

...

Boruto had his fair share of troublesome students, but Kawaki was one of the cockiest bastards he had ever come across. It was funny how he thought he could break Boruto, have him 'on his knees', but eventually he would figure it out. Boruto didn't give up either and there wasn't a person on this earth that could match his stubbornness.

Still, Boruto could see why Kawaki thought he could have whoever he wanted. His student definitely stood out in a crowd due to his looks and his height. He could have his pick of the litter, it wouldn't be long until some other pretty things caught his attention. Boruto figured Kawaki was just looking for a fuck and he couldn't blame him. He was like that too back in the day, but things were different now. He had grown up and matured . . . for the most part.

Things would blow over like they always did and Kawaki would move on when his sexual frustration got the better of him. Boruto was more interested in getting his troublesome student through his class. Despite a number of professors, Boruto made it a point to make an effort. He remembered all of his student's names and kept up with their college lives. He knew Kawaki was an athlete along with Iwabe, but he needed to think with his head and not his dick.

The task of teaching him wasn't that easy though and Kawaki had continued his efforts the last couple weeks. He was lasting longer than Boruto thought he would, but there had been plenty of other students that lasted longer. In the meantime Boruto would remain professional and give Shikadai a daily update. The two of them had been friends since they were young and innocent, both choosing careers in the teaching field. Shikadai even worked at the same campus and was a philosophy professor.

They often hung out around campus between classes, getting lunch and sharing stories. Shikadai got his fair share of horny students as well and it was the funniest shit to hear him rant about it. The man had a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, but sometimes he didn't have a clue how to handle the determined ones. The poor Nara was too stiff for his own good when it came to academics and it didn't translate well in one on one conversations. He would insist that their education was more important and that he wanted them to succeed in life, giving up on trying to 'woo' him. What he would get was a big fat 'senpai, you do care'.

Boruto never laughed harder in his life when he heard that particular tale, he wished he could have seen it in person. If he wasn't with Shikadai then he was with his younger sister, Himawari. She attended the college solely because Boruto was there, but thank fuck he didn't have to teach her. He loved her more than anything, but he saw enough of her both outside and inside of work. Having her as his student would just about end him. The younger Uzumaki was studying to become a veterinarian and had long since gotten her basic classes out of the way. Their paths would never cross in the classroom, but he would always help her study when she needed him to.

Now it was the third week of the first semester and Boruto was sitting in his car outside of his sister's apartment. He sent her a text to let her know he was there and then took a sip out of his travel mug, windows rolled down to enjoy the morning air. Himawari came bouncing along two minutes later and hopping in, clicking on the seatbelt.

"Must be nice to have an older brother that drives you to campus every morning." Boruto teased as he put the car in drive.

"It's alright. He's not that great to be honest." She shot back with a grin.

"Oh, is that how it is? You could always walk, you know."

Himawari giggled, seeing right through his words. "You would never. I'm too precious."

"Too full of yourself more like," Boruto chuckled, "but you're right, I would never."

They reached the college grounds under twenty minutes and Himawari kissed his cheek before she dashed out of the car, eager to mingle with her friends. Boruto waved goodbye and collected his things, briefcase in hand as he got out and locked his vehicle. Not a moment later he was pushed back against the side of his car by familiar grey eyes and black and blonde hair.

"Starting early today, aren't you?" Boruto grumbled as he barely kept hold of his mug.

Kawaki was all grins as he pressed his body against his professor, caging him in with his hands on the car on either side of Boruto's head. "Guess I got lucky, baby. Eager to secure a date for tonight with you, me and my bed."

"Oh, I'm eager alright, for some personal space." Boruto responded, not missing a beat. "Are you going to move so I can walk to class or are you just going to stand there?"

"Such an angry and adorable little thing." Kawaki sighed, leaning back reluctantly. "I'll walk you to class, baby. Need me to carry anything?"

"A bell so I can hear you coming." Boruto said and sipped out of his mug a few times. "And it's Mr. Uzumaki. Aside from the chance to pounce on me, what brought you to campus so early?"

"Nothing else. I have to make time for my baby, don't I?" Kawaki said, taking Boruto's briefcase before he could argue.

Boruto really wished he would stop calling him that, it wasn't a name he wanted to hear from a student's lips. "Don't 'baby' me, we've been through this. Daily." He reminded as they started walking. "Shouldn't you be with your friends? Or preferably one of your many admirers?"

"I'm with those fuckers every day. This is your time. And I don't care about anybody else. Just you… baby."

Boruto muttered something into his cup before drinking more of his orange juice. "Save those lines for someone weak of heart, killer. I'm immune."

"Yeah… I admit that you have a stronger will than I expected, but that only turns me on more. Which reminds me of this dream I had of you last night… shit I wish you'd stop playing with me already and just let me have you." Kawaki wouldn't let him regret it.

"If I was playing with you, you would know it." Boruto said with a smirk. "Trust me, this is nothing."

"I don't think you could fire me up anymore than you already are and if you don't stop, I might have to kidnap your ass." Kawaki said as he stared over at his blonde.

If it was this easy, Boruto feared for Kawaki if he did actually try to fire him up, but that wasn't going to happen. "Frustrated are we? That's cute."

If anybody else had said that, it would have been a blow to Kawaki's ego, but Boruto could say whatever he wanted. "I can't help it, I want you so bad." And he was going to have him… eventually.

"No, you just want to f-let out your pent up energy so bad. Like I've told you, the campus is huge. Go at it." Boruto said and sipped some more from his travel mug, taken aback by his almost slip up.

Kawaki didn't miss what his professor almost said. "Mm. I do really want to fuck you, nobody else is going to satisfy me. If they would, I wouldn't be constantly turning them down." Kawaki could indeed have anyone he wanted, but all he wanted was this cute blonde.

"So melodramatic." Boruto smiled as they entered one of the campus buildings, heading towards his classroom. "For your sake, find someone else. I know they're out there just waiting to fall all over you."

"I only want you, baby. I'm saving myself just for you." Kawaki told him, itching to get his hands on that ass.

Boruto laughed and gave Kawaki a wide grin. He was funny as hell, Boruto would admit it. "That was a nice one, never heard that before."

"Well it's the truth. My feelings are sincere and my dick is gold, just you wait."

"Such language with your professor, tsk tsk." Boruto mused as they rounded a corner, his classroom at the end of the hall. "You'll be sincere for maybe about a week and then move on to your next conquest. Let's just skip the whole 'it's not you, it's me' speech shall we?"

"Oh, that's not gonna happen. Is that what you're worried about, baby? I'm not gonna hit it and quit it. I want to fuck you for a long, long time." Kawaki assured him as they reached the classroom and walked inside.

Boruto waved his hand in dismissal. "Mhmm, that's what they all say. I'm not worried about anything because nothing is going to happen."

"Damn, baby… cut me some slack. It's been three weeks now." Kawaki groaned as he set the briefcase on Boruto's desk and set his bag on the floor before turning to look at him with hungry grey eyes.

"Three whole weeks, what ever will you do?" Boruto asked and leaned against the blackboard. "Think you'll crack next week and give up?"

Kawaki walked over to him, unwilling to hold back. He snaked his hands behind Boruto and grabbed his ass before he could do anything about it. "I don't give up."

Boruto pushed a finger into Kawaki's chest, masking his reaction aside from his rapidly beating heart. "Say what you want, but I draw the line at touching."

"Come on, baby. I just can't help myself." Kawaki breathed, pulling Boruto closer by his grip on his backside while pushing his own hips forward. He was hard as fuck for his professor and he wanted him to know it.

If Kawaki had been anyone else, Boruto would threaten to report him for this, but he didn't want to see Kawaki in trouble. His student was as bold as they came and stubborn to boot, but he wasn't a bad person or anything like that. He was just a horny guy that needed to point his dick elsewhere.

"Kawaki, get a hold of yourself." Boruto spoke sternly, narrowing his blue eyes. Never before had he been tested like this, he was a fucking hero for keeping it together.

"Can't. You're so beautiful. I want to eat you." Kawaki grumbled, even he didn't understand how Boruto could get him like this, so hot, with no effort at all. Kawaki dipped his head, moving his lips to his professor's ear. "Go out with me."

Boruto clenched his mug and did his best to remain impassive, but fucking hell was this a struggle. "The answer is no."

"You really know how to hurt a guy's heart, don't you?" Kawaki sighed, but was still smiling regardless. Being turned down only proved to keep him excited and he happily groped Boruto's rear and took the lobe of his ear between his teeth to tug slightly on it.

"Will you knock it off already?" Boruto huffed, swatting at Kawaki. "Stop coming at me like a dog in heat."

"It's funny you think I'm that tame, baby. Sorry but I'm far from that." Kawaki hummed, grinding his hips forward and letting a quiet rumble of approval sound in his throat. He really needed to fuck this guy.

This time Boruto couldn't fight back his gasp and he pushed at Kawaki's chest. "I will pour this orange juice all over you."

"Go ahead, give me a reason to strip for you."

"And have half the classroom want to attack you? Sounds like a win to me. Maybe you'll even find someone that'll take you home." Boruto sassed.

Kawaki chuckled at that, wedging his leg between Boruto's and pressing his thigh firmly against his crotch. "The only one that's got a chance is you, baby. Take me home so I can teach you everything I know."

Boruto's knees started to feel weak and he fought off the blush that wanted to appear. The troublemakers of the past never got this close, they never touched him for very long. Kawaki was just breaking all kinds of records today and Boruto was holding onto his professional side like a lifeline. Things would have gone differently if they weren't professor and student. That realization put a crack in Boruto's defenses.

"I'm serious, I'll drench you." Boruto told him evenly. "Last warning."

"Give me a kiss and I'll back off." Kawaki said, lifting his head just far back enough to move from his ear to an inch from his lips. Kawaki liked orange juice too and he would love to taste it on those lips.

Boruto paused, unfortunately considering it. "One kiss . . . and you promise to stop?"

"For today, yes, baby." Kawaki smirked triumphantly.

"Fine." Boruto said, steeling his nerve. "But . . . close your eyes."

Kawaki would accept that condition, even if he would have nearly died to see that adorable face while he kissed him for the first time. He had to think it through and do it right, but he wasn't backing off until it was over and if Boruto thought the one kiss was gonna be a quick peck, he was sadly mistaken.

Boruto watched as Kawaki closed his eyes and could feel his heart beating in his ears. He slowly leaned forwards and angled his head, placing a soft kiss on Kawaki's cheek. "There . . . now off with you."

"Mm. That was cute, but that's not gonna do it for me." Kawaki said, opening his grey eyes to peer down at his prey with a look so lustful it was pure sin.

Boruto gulped, but raised an eyebrow. "You said a kiss and I gave you one, it's not my fault you weren't specific. You promised. Down boy."

"Not yet. Let me be clear first." Kawaki said in a hopeful tone. "Okay?"

"Nope, it's already been done." Boruto quickly shot down. If he gave him an inch, he would take a mile. Shit, he would take the whole goddamn road.

"Damn." He frowned, brows knitting together in frustration, but he finally backed off. He'd been so close and the challenge was enjoyable, but when he'd thought he was finally going to have a taste and then got denied, it didn't settle well with him.

Kawaki turned away from his professor and grabbed his bag before heading to his seat, sulking and brooding at the same time. He pulled out his cellphone and earbuds, playing some music to distract himself, but it wasn't helping. He was pissed for the entire class after that. He just really needed a piece of that blonde—but Kawaki knew that a piece wouldn't be good enough. He wanted the whole of him, and he wanted it more than once.

Boruto didn't waste any time retreating into Shikadai's classroom for lunch, needing to vent to someone before he had a stroke. He waited until the last student had left his friend's classroom before he walked in and shut the door behind himself. Then he proceeded to take long strides up to Shikadai's desk, throwing his hands down on top of it with a loud smack.

"I fucked up."

Shikadai looked up from his seat and took off his glasses. "What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything! I was the picture of restraint and adultness!" Boruto shouted. "It's that guy again, Kawaki. He seriously went for it today, fucking went for it!"

"Uh huh, and how did you respond?" Shikadai asked and Boruto scowled, offended.

"What the hell, Shikadai? Aren't you going to ask what he did first? Why are you bringing it back to me?"

"Because you're the professor. Regardless of what he does, what matters is how you react." Shikadai said in his matter of fact tone.

"Show me some damn compassion, geez. This isn't a board meeting." Boruto mumbled. "Anyway, he practically pinned me against the wall all 'let me take you home' style and refused to move unless I kissed him. Oh, and did I mention it was up? Cause it was up like no tomorrow and bigger than your ego."

Shikadai pulled a face, but didn't raise to the bait. After all this time he was still more mature than Boruto. Usually. "And you told Kawaki you would have him reported? Because that would be the smart and proper thing."

"Yeah, smart . . . but see . . . well . . ."

"You fucking kissed him didn't you?"

"Don't judge me, you bastard! And it was on the cheek! Harmless!" Boruto yelled in his defense, but Shikadai just kept giving him that disappointed look. "What? What! I didn't see you reporting that girl who flashed you after class!"

Shikadai's face reddened. "That was different and you know it."

Boruto crossed his arms, more than ready to hear the bullshit that was about to come out of his friend's mouth. "Sure, of course it was. After all, she was just . . how did you put it? 'Delicate'? 'Confused'?"

"God, don't say it like that . . . it makes me sound like a pervert." Shikadai complain, face scrunching up. "She was sensitive, would cry at the drop of a hat. If I so much as hinted at rejecting her she started balling. I am not equipped to handle sobbing women. Threatening to report her was just asking for punishment."

"So instead you put up with it until she graduated like a chicken? Feel good about that, do you? Oh yeah, you really handled it skillfully there." Boruto rolled his eyes.

"Do me a favor and cut the shit, Boruto. Stop bringing up my trauma. Now what's the real reason why you won't report him?" Shikadai asked, sensing something more going on with Boruto. The blonde never had trouble turning away 'forward' students. Something was definitely up.

Boruto went silent and glared at the papers on Shikadai's desk. The Nara watched his expression closely before asking another question. "He's hot, isn't he?"

Boruto gave him a curt nod.

Shikadai sighed, knowing there was still more. "He's really hot, isn't he? And you like being around him."

Boruto nodded again, cursing his own weakness.

He had put sleeping around for a quick fuck behind him, but that didn't mean he didn't look. Boy did he look and damn, he tried his best not to. He was the one who sounded like a pervert, being attracted to someone six years younger. But Kawaki was in a league all on his own. He wasn't looking for an older guy to give him an 'experience' It was way more simple than that. Kawaki wanted to ruin Boruto, he could see it-he saw it in his eyes. If anything his intentions had been made clear today, Kawaki was looking for someone that would tremble and beg in his embrace.

Boruto hid behind his professional side for a reason. If he ever let his guard down, if he ever gave in and showed just how soft he could be, it would be the end of him. Kawaki would walk all over him. A student would have his professor wrapped around his little finger. Under no circumstances could Boruto let that happen, he had to stay strong. It was going to be the hardest semester yet for him. Kawaki was dangerous.