Frustrations

Chapter Two

There was no denying it. Kawaki was crazy about his professor. His desire for him had only heightened ever since he got a feel and taste of those lips, but he'd somehow managed to keep his promise. It wasn't easy, though Kawaki did let him go and found that he was struggling even more to get Boruto off his mind. His time was limited, in just another month basketball season would begin, but starting today, practice would be on. Everyday after school Kawaki would be with his team, practicing for the new season and when he wasn't, he'd be doing his own work outs while trying to keep up with his school work. He feared he would never get another date with Boruto once the season started.

It wouldn't change how he felt, but he knew his energy wouldn't last forever. Not when the games started. By now, Kawaki was certain Boruto would still be fighting him when that time came and he begrudgingly accepted that fact. Just thinking that he might not have as much time and energy for his baby did not settle well with him. So until then, Kawaki planned to be as affectionate and attentive as possible. He was limited, since he really only had the school morning's to work with unless Boruto broke down and agreed to another date. Kawaki had gotten lucky last time, catching Boruto out of his comfort zone like he had.

Kawaki really hoped he'd get lucky again and for now, he would do what he could. He was as eager to see Boruto as ever that Monday morning. He was running late since he'd gone by the supermarket on the way, but still early enough to have a clear fifteen minutes alone with his blonde. Not wanting to waste any time, Kawaki jogged to the building and then walked quickly to his English class, a smile already pulling at his lips before he opened the door. Just as he pushed it open, he heard a soft familiar voice call out to him from down the hall.

With a disappointed sigh, Kawaki turned to face the boy, Hōki, who he'd fucked on occasion the year before. This year, he was reserved for a blonde haired, blue eyed cutie and he didn't want to be interrupted—not during baby's time.

"Sorry, gotta see my professor about something before class." Kawaki grumbled, eager to sip away.

Hōki frowned but nodded as if he understood. "Okay… I'll find you at lunch then." He said, turning cheerful before he walked away.

Kawaki cursed under his breath as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. After he closed the door behind himself, Kawaki put on another grin for his professor, his good mood returning immediately. Though it appeared Boruto was far less enthused. He didn't so much as look Kawaki's way, but Kawaki wasn't going to let it discourage him.

"Good morning, baby." Kawaki greeted him as warmly as ever while he walked over to him.

Boruto was in the middle of scribbling something on a paper, but Kawaki got close enough to get in his way when he leaned against his desk and he set a soft blue gift bag on top of the paper. He was happy knowing some things Boruto liked now, where he could show his appreciation for him in more ways than one.

"I missed you," Kawaki went on as Boruto looked over the gift bag. He raised his hand to brush his thumb over his professors lips, shuddering at the memory of how they felt against his own. Just that easy, Kawaki was hot for him.

"Kawaki." Boruto said in warning and pulled the bag closer once Kawaki took his hand away. "Another gift? You really shouldn't have . . ." He trailed, but was extremely curious as to what was inside. "What did you buy?"

"Just a little something." Kawaki smiled, waiting for him to open it.

Boruto reached inside the bag and felt something fluffy and squeezable. He knew that feeling . . . "You didn't." He said and pulled it out to see that yes in fact Kawaki did. "A stuffed bunny. Shit, it's so freaking cute. Look at this little nose!" The blonde cooed. "And his droopy ears! Oh, but he looks like such a smart little fella. Doctor buns."

"Damn… just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter." Kawaki chuckled. "Doctor buns…" Kawaki snorted. "I love it."

Boruto blushed, remembering where he was and cleared his throat. "Thank you for the present. But don't go making this a habit. You shouldn't be buying me things."

"Fine then." Kawaki scoffed and snatched Doctor Buns right out of his professor's hands.

"No, wait!" Boruto exclaimed and was up on his feet. "Don't take him . . ."

"Oh, you want him?" Kawaki smirked. "I might give him back… on one condition."

That didn't sound good, but Boruto couldn't let Kawaki take the bunny away. "What condition?"

"Let me kiss you."

The blonde expected something like that and knew he should refuse, but what about his new little friend? They had only just met too. It was so tragic. "Okay . . . nothing more than a kiss though."

"Fine by me." Kawaki agreed happily, holding the bunny with one hand while raising the other to Boruto's hair.

He took a firm grip of it as he leaned down and kissed Boruto hard, working his lips apart with his own. His tongue soon slipped into Boruto's mouth, tasting every bit of that glorious tongue that he could so easily imagine rolling down his cock. He tasted like orange juice and surprisingly didn't fight back, so Kawaki dropped Doctor Buns on the desk in favor of bringing his other hand to cradle his cheek.

The kiss went on, growing deeper and more intense by the second. Kawaki was soon crushing Boruto against him, his kisses turning hungrier and he took a moment to nibble on that perfect bottom lip. Admittingly Boruto had been thinking about their kiss on Kawaki's couch ever since he had gotten home. It had been poking and teasing his mind, but he didn't dare allow himself to want more. However now that it was happening again, he didn't have the willpower to stop it. He really wanted more when Kawaki started paying attention to his bottom lip and didn't know where he found the strength to drop his head.

"That's . . . that's enough." He panted and scolded himself for being so weak.

"Not even close… but I'll take it easy on you, baby." Kawaki smiled and grabbed the bunny, handing it back to Boruto. "He's all yours."

Boruto held Doctor Buns to his chest and put some much needed space between him and his student, taking his seat again.

"There's more in the bag by the way." Kawaki told him, amused that he hadn't gotten past the bunny.

"More?" Kawaki seriously was spoiling him and it made the blonde feel guilty.

He should be buying things and spending time for someone he actually cared about, not some professor he was lusting over. Then again, Boruto realized that he was starting to do the same, lusting over Kawaki like he hadn't had any action since . . . since . . . damn, when was the last time he got laid? Probably with his last boyfriend which was a while ago. It made sense and solved Boruto's problem. The only reason he was falling victim to Kawaki's advances was because he was pent up himself. Shit, he was worried there for a second. Now things were back in prospective.

"Is it another stuffed animal?" He asked as he surfaced from his thoughts and reached into the blue bag. His fingers brushed against a handle and he pulled out a pink mug, 'Kawaki's Baby' printed on the front. "You . . . you are one persistant bastard."

"Just determined." Kawaki shrugged. "So when can we have our second date?"

"Never." Boruto shot down quickly. "The first one was a fluke, it won't and can't happen again. Don't you think it's about time you gave up?"

"Wow. Not gonna happen, but thanks for accepting my love so wholesomely." Kawaki rolled his eyes, surprised that Boruto's attitude actually stung him. He couldn't even say anything else, so he just grabbed his bag and silently made his way to his seat. Even though he should have spent the next five minutes with his mean baby.

Boruto put both the gifts back into the bag and placed it under his desk. He was a bit confused by the way Kawaki had been acting in the past couple of days. The painfully happy expression on his face when Boruto was at his house, the flash that swept over his grey eyes just now before he walked away . . . if he kept it up Boruto might think he was serious. That he wanted more than just a fuck, but the idea was easily dropped. Something like that was impossible and even if it was true it wouldn't matter.

Kawaki would move on in time and Boruto would focus more on his private life, specifically the romance part. He was ready for a new relationship, had been since before the semester started, he just never took the time to put himself back out there. Class soon began and Boruto handed back the pop quizzes he had graded. His lesson went smoothly and a few of his students stayed after class was over to discuss questions with him. By the time the last one had left, Shikadai came in ready to head out and get lunch.

The Nara about fell over when Boruto caught him up on the Kawaki situation, but agreed with his conclusion about being pent up. They had brought food to one of the professor's lounges on campus and were the only ones who didn't have classes scheduled at that time.

"So then what does this mean?" Shikadai asked and picked up a couple fries. "Are you going to go out or take the online route?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'll let you know." Boruto told him. "If I go out, you and Metal have to go with me."

"The last thing we need is to get the track coach drunk." Shikadai said and shook his head at the image. Metal was another professor at the college that the two of them got along well with, but he also doubled as a coach. Having him show up hungover at a practice was not a good idea.

"Oh, you're planning to get drunk?" Boruto smirked before taking a bite out of his hamburger.

Shikadai raised an eyebrow. "Anyone trying to keep up with you is going to end up drunk and Metal is competitive as hell. I can't even remember the last time I saw you drunk off your ass."

"I just have a high tolerance." Boruto shrugged, but could see the other man's point. "I'll cut back in that case. He has to come though because you suck as a wingman."

"Should I be offended?" Shikadai grinned, not bothered in the least.

"You should aim to be better." Boruto laughed as his friend rolled his eyes.

When lunch was over, the two went their separate ways to teach the rest of their classes. Boruto took his bag of gifts to his car when his was finished for the day and waited inside for his sister. Boruto had done his best to get the idea of him and Kawaki being together out of her mind, but she was too in love with it for some reason. The second she got in the car, she questioned Boruto about how the day went and spotted the bag in no time. He wasn't even out of the parking lot before she was going through the bag like she had every right.

"He has it so bad for you!" Himawari said excitedly. "And the pet name, so sweet."

"No, no and no. It's all for the sake of getting in my pants." Boruto tried to explain again. "We're not in a relationship nor will we ever be."

"I don't know . . . he doesn't seem like the rest." Himawari said and carefully put the items back in the bag.

Boruto could agree with that up to a point, but not the way she had meant it. "You've spoken with him once and it was barely enough to get to know him. Hell, I don't even know him that well."

"But you pay attention to all your students." She stressed, not liking how he spoke as if they were strangers.

"I do and I know some things about him," Boruto conceded, "but not nearly enough to be friends, let alone lovers. Kawaki doesn't know that much about me either."

"Then get to know each other!" Himawari huffed and Boruto was surprised by her behavior.

It wasn't like the smart and protective Uzumaki to be all for someone interested in Boruto. Usually she was making treats, not shoving him into another man's arms. It was odd and suspicious.

"Why do you like him so much?" He asked.

Himawari didn't respond right away and Boruto glanced at her. "You'll find out for yourself. I'm a pretty good judge of character and no offense, but you're kind of slow."

"Hey!"

"It's true." She giggled, but went back to being serious. "Call it whatever you want, women's intuition or a sixth sense . . . I just know."

Boruto didn't know what to make of that and couldn't think of a reply. He was left to ponder over what she meant after he dropped her off, heading straight home. He had made up his mind on the whole boyfriend situation by the time the weekend came despite Kawaki distracting him with a new stuffed animal everyday. His student was being ridiculous and Boruto was running out of space to put them. The cushioned stand under his windowsill was completely full now and his bed was reserved for Little Oreo and Doctor Buns.

His decision was to go out, prefering to meet in person rather than on the web. Shikadai suggested they all take one car with Metal as the driver, giving the man another reason not to get drunk. They went to one of the clamer clubs, not interested in running into kids that weren't even legal yet. It wasn't that mainstream either so the possibility of running into college kids was next to none. The trio entered the club and secured a table on the first floor. Boruto was dressed in black skinny jeans and black button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

It was fairly busy and had a lot of people on the dance floor, but Boruto wasn't thinking about dancing yet. He downed half his glass of beer that Metal brought over and leaned back, scanning the crowd.

"Let me get this straight, we're only here so Boruto can find his next victim?" Metal asked and the blonde smacked his arm.

"We're here to hang out." Boruto corrected. "And look for my future husband."

"So now you're getting married? You sure move fast." Shikadai snorted.

"Fuck off, you know what I meant." Boruto chuckled.

Metal sipped his beer and hummed. "Don't think I won't be looking for some action too."

"You both are horrible." Shikadai stated.

Boruto gave him a half smile, tilting his head. "And you're the innocent one? Please."

"I'm the smart one." Shikadai smirked before tasting his own drink.

The three professors sat around and talked for a little while until a familiar face caught Boruto's eye. He got up from the table and cut around the dance floor, tapping the man on his shoulder when he reached him.

"I thought that was you. Long time no see, Mitsuki." Boruto smiled and the white haired guy looked at him with wide hazel eyes.

"Well fuck me, Boruto?" Mitsuki was in disbelief. They were in the same year in highschool and talked, but never spent enough time around each other to be friends. It had indeed been a long time and he could see that the blonde filled out in more places than one, his gaze trailing over the shorter man. "How've you been?"

"Good, and you?"

"Not so hot." Mitsuki said and took a step closer. "I'll be better though if you let me have a dance."

Boruto was pleased, he didn't waste any time. "Sure . . . as long as you can handle me."

"Only one way to find out." Mitsuki smirked.

They went through the crowd of people and secured a space on the dance floor, starting to move to the beat. Mitsuki's hands went to Boruto's hips as his own wrapped around his shoulders. They danced together fluidly, teasingly without a care in the world. Boruto bit his lip when his partner's hands began to wander and stared at him challengingly.

"You know, I'm looking for more than a one night stand." He stated, wanting to be clear from the get go.

"Hm, what are you looking for?" Mitsuki asked curiously.

"More." Boruto answered simply. "This isn't going to end with me in your bed tonight, sorry for you."

Mitsuki laughed and tugged the blonde closer. "Long term, huh? I'm listening."

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