Connection

Sometimes you need to look past what's on the outside to really see someone.

Chapter Three

Closer

The next couple dates were planned over the course of a single weekend. They would be spending two nights at the beach where they had rooms booked for them and their friends would be staying with them. Since they were the ones planning and handling everything, neither Kawaki or B complained. They were both excited about getting past two of the dates in such a short amount of time because they were both eager to get to see each other.

It was early fall so most days were comfortable, but towards the night it grew cool and sometimes got a little too cool. This weekend in particular, it was nice outside and Kawaki and B were both happy about going to the beach—even if they ended up not seeing much.

Kawaki thought it wasn't so bad being unable to see, he could rely on his other senses and that's just what he did when he met B again. It was at a shipping dock where they would be taking a boat ride for date number three.

Thinking about the weather and the wind from the boat ride, Kawaki dressed in a pair of lounge pants and a black T-shirt. He wanted to be comfortable so he dressed accordingly. His blindfold was in place and Iwabe helped him along the way. They met B and Shikadai on the dock and Kawaki smelled him—sweet and citrusy. He'd come to recognize B's scent and even the feel of his presence.

They greeted each other, smiling in spite of themselves and before long were taken onto the boat. It was rather large but they were led to some seats and sat down, for once next to each other. It was dangerous. They were close enough to feel each other's body heat—more than near enough to want to be closer.

It didn't feel bad outside at all but it wasn't long after the boat started moving, the bite of the wind became chilly. Kawaki hoped his date had enough clothes on to stay warm, but he wouldn't risk feeling him to find out.

"How've you been?" Kawaki asked to start conversation. "I love your painting. Got that masterpiece right on my living room wall."

"You're kidding! It turned out that well?" B asked in pleasant surprise. "I've been alright aside from the cold, bundling up most of the time. I'm more sensitive to it than most people. How have you been doing?"

"Did you dress warm?" Kawaki asked in concern.

B smiled at the question, pulling his shawl tighter around himself. "Yep, as snug as a bug."

"Better be." Kawaki smiled. "And I've been good, just working a lot. So I'm glad to get away for the weekend."

"Then I'm glad too. What kind of work do you do?" B asked curiously.

"I own my own construction company for residential building. I'm hands on and always on the job site so I work my ass off and I've got a lot of new jobs here lately." Kawaki told him, glad to have the business but not minding a break now and then. "How about you?"

B had mixed emotions over the information. He wasn't the type to care if a man was rich or poor, but Kawaki had to be fit in that line of work. The question was how fit? He liked his men strong, but not overly muscular. Cut up like a mother fucker was fine, but not anything like bodybuilders. There was such a thing as too much.

"Well I pretty much suck at anything that requires creativity, but I've got a skilled mouth." B smirked. "I'm a realtor. If you ever want to move into a great house, let me know."

"Yeah? That's nice, but I built my house myself and it's just what I want so I don't plan to leave it." Kawaki laughed lightly.

"Damn, I should have known." B chuckled. "That's really cool though . . . and it suits you. I'll have to see some of the things you've built some time."

Kawaki hummed in agreement. "I would give you a card, but that would be cheating."

"Ah, true. Later then, after we finish all our dates." B said hopefully. He always envied those that could make things and buildings were no easy feat.

"Yeah, you'll have to hand over yours too."

B didn't know what he could want it for now, but he would give it to him all the same. "I hung up your painting too by the way."

"Really?" Kawaki asked, raising his brows as he smiled. "I can only imagine."

"It's not bad, honestly. An abstract and multicolored swirl. I like it." B told him truthfully.

"Mm. That's exactly what I was going for." Kawaki said as he moved his arm to rest on the back of the seat.

B could feel the heat from his body and his cheeks reddened. "Well then you succeeded." He said quietly, wondering how K could make him blush so easily.

"I'm not into failing, so don't expect anything less."

A determined guy. "That's a good quality to have. I like that in a man."

"Good." Kawaki said happily. He didn't know why he enjoyed this so much. "Tell me more about you. What are some things you like?"

A question like that never came from anyone interested in more than friendship, it was admittingly a nice change for B. "Hmm . . . eating for sure." He said with a laugh. "I love trying new things, one day I'll have tasted everything. I guess you could call me a collector . . . I buy and keep little odds and ends that I think are neat. Um, I prefer to be outside unless it's cold cause fuck that. Animals are cool, but not the big ones. And . . . I don't know. I haven't thought about it in awhile. I'm not good at this, huh?"

"You think so? You seem good at it to me, but I've never talked to anyone like this. So it could be my inexperience."

That was surprising, borderline shocking. "Really? Then let's keep it going. What about you, what do you like?"

"Well, I like working and being outside, even in the winter. I'm usually hot, but I can handle the heat when I need to. I don't do much outside of work and my few bad habits, but don't worry about those."

B grinned. "You can't mention them and then pretend you didn't say anything. You might as well get it all out, we've got seventeen more dates to go. What are your bad habits?"

"Shit." Kawaki breathed with a grin. "You tell me one of yours and I might give something away."

That was fair. "Alright, you're on. Bad habits . . . oh, here's one. I leave the dishes in the sink like all the time. I'm a clean person, but dishes . . . I just can't be bothered. They sit there for days."

"Ooh, that's bad." Kawaki snickered. "What else?"

"Hey, you gotta tell me one first. Don't think I forgot already." B pointed out, amused that he would try to pull one over on him.

"Oh, that's right. Let's see . . . my favorite bad habit is smoking weed."

"Whoa." B mused, but he didn't mind. Not at all. "That's bad too."

"A good bad habit, if you ask me." Kawaki laughed. "Never tried it?"

B shook his head before realizing he couldn't see it. "Nope. I'm more of the drinking type. Ah, which is another bad habit. Wine is fine, but real liquor? I'll drink 'til I drop. You'll have to watch me, K."

"Make a lot of bad decisions before you drop?" Kawaki asked curiously. "I'm prone to getting into some fucked up situations when I'm drunk."

B giggled at that. "Do tell. But no, usually I don't cause my ass is chaperoned. Damn Shikadai keeps me on a short leash, but it has saved me a lot so I can't really complain."

"Better than Iwabe's ass who will talk me into doing some fucked up shit even if I'm being good. I can be a jerk to a lot of people and almost always get into a fight if I go to a bar. So I don't do much of that anymore."

It sounded like Kawaki was a fighter. "Wow, that's rough. What else do you got for me?"

"I like to fuck. A lot."

B bit his lip. "Mm, now that's what you call a good bad habit. Me too."

"Oh?" Kawaki smirked at the thought. They seemed to get along in every aspect. "It's not that bad, for me it's just . . . I'm picky as fuck."

That worried B, just a little. "I can relate . . . say, what is it that you look for in a guy? Well, other than looks I guess since that might be cheating." Not that he was one to talk on either of those things. "Or let me rephrase, what kind of stuff do you not like? What pisses you off?"

"I don't think it's cheating if we mention our preferences. We won't be finding out what each other looks like that way. And honestly, one of the main reasons I'm doing this challenge is because everything pisses me off when it comes to the dating life. I don't date, I fuck and go on about my business but apparently Iwabe thinks I'm shitty for that. I don't usually like talking to people like this, but for some reason it doesn't bother me with you."

B smiled. "That's good then. Though as long as you're clear from the get go that all you want is to fuck, I don't think that means you're shitty. You want what you want and you don't want what you don't want, it's as simple as that. For me it's a little different . . ." He trailed. "I'm trying to settle down into a relationship, but it never works out. The sex is good, but their personalities are shit. Apparently Shikadai thinks I'm shallow and not giving the right people a chance."

"Because you're not looking for anyone who would be considered the right people. I get that. I search for my exact tastes and have never had any complaints about what I wanted, but I don't know . . . This is fun. At least to do it once."

"Yeah." B agreed, he wasn't against that even if it was a one time thing. "I guess we're being trained, huh? To look at things other than physical appearance."

"Yes, it feels different. But I'm not bothered by it that much. Of course I want to see you, but the blindfold doesn't take away from the dates." Kawaki told him, fingers sliding back through his wind blown hair.

B shivered and unconsciously moved a little closer to Kawaki. "It was annoying at first, but I'm used to it. I'm enjoying myself."

"Me too. Your personality is cute as fuck." Kawaki said, leaning a little closer, until his nose was less than a few inches from B's neck. "And you always smell good."

B didn't dare move, almost able to feel K on him. "O-oh? Good to know."

"Mm. Even not seeing you, I can tell when you get flustered, your voice changes and you'll do that adorable stutter. I like that about you." Kawaki could only imagine the facial expressions B made, but even without them he could enjoy B's reactions to everything.

B couldn't explain why he was affected so much and his face was on fire. The compliments were one thing, but added to the gentle breath on his neck was just plain unfair. He wanted to shy away and press up against him at the same time.

But that wasn't all. "When . . . when did you learn how to read me so easily?"

"When? It all started on the first date. You're pretty easy to read."

"I am not." B huffed, puffing out his cheeks. He was mysterious damn it.

"To me you are. You don't need to pout about it. I like what I can tell about you." A lot.

B turned his head away, embarrassed he could tell. "Well . . . as long as you like it, I guess it's okay." He hoped Kawaki couldn't tell how fast his heart was beating.

"I like it. Because I know if you're flustered this easily, it wouldn't take much to turn you on."

That just did. "K . . ." B whined softly, not able to think of a time when he had felt this vulnerable.

Kawaki pulled in a breath, leaning his whole body closer. So close, but he still didn't touch him. "And you can fucking get to me without even meaning to. Shit."

Now B could practically feel Kawaki all around him, he was so warm. "W-wait . . . you're gonna, I'm gonna . . . the rules."

"What rules?"

…

It was impossible, Boruto really couldn't be blamed for his actions. He gave in and closed the distance between them, snuggling his body against K's though at least he kept his hands to himself, clutching his shawl.

"This . . . is your fault." Boruto whispered, melting against the warm and muscular body. "You make me weak."

"But I'm not even trying." K said with a soft chuckle, moving his arm around Boruto's small frame.

"Fuck you, yes you are." Boruto insisted, letting his face rest on K's chest. Being held by him was better than he had imagined.

"Swear I'm not." He said, shaking his head. "If I was, you would know."

Boruto didn't believe him, but he wasn't going to put it to the test. Not yet, anyway. "I like this . . . a lot." He confessed, wanting to touch him so badly.

"So do I." K said, moving his hand up Boruto's side, because he didn't give a damn. Fuck the rules.

Boruto wasn't complaining and if K was going to go a step further then so was he. "You're really warm." He murmured and let one hand rest on his chest, seconds away from taking hold of his shirt.

"Always." K agreed. "You're really small."

"Compared to you." Boruto smirked. "You're so big."

"You have no idea."

Boruto's breath hitched and he did fist his shirt after that response. "Fuck, why is it only date three?"

"Shit. I know. I don't know if I believe in us anymore."

"Me either . . . how are we gonna pull this off?" When all they wanted was to get off.

"Very carefully." K assumed. "I say we can do whatever we want other than actually seeing each other. And that doesn't really make a difference to me at this point."

Boruto bit his lip. Could he say the same? Sure he was fun to be with and his body was definitely his type. There wasn't a big chance of him being ugly, but . . . what if he was? What if Shikadai pulled this whole thing just to teach him a lesson? Set him up with someone who seemed like his kind of guy, but really wasn't. He could see Shikadai pulling some shit like that. Thinking about it like that . . . damn, he really was shallow wasn't he?

"No fucking either. We can touch, but nothing further than that." He added, deciding to put himself to the test.

"I'll try my best." K promised. "I've never been so long without sex, so I don't know what will happen."

He could understand that, he was going through withdrawal himself. "Tell me about it. The only thing we can do is try."

"Right. Don't test me though, I'll snap. I already know."

Hearing him say that made Boruto want to test him, but he would refrain. Probably. They stayed snuggled together for the rest of the boat ride and surprisingly Shikadai and Iwabe didn't say a word about it. Once the blindfold was taken off however, Shikadai looked smug as hell. Boruto rolled his eyes and ignored him along with his teasing. He liked K, he would admit it, but not to Shikadai. His mind was constantly thinking about K through dinner and he found himself sighing as he laid down to go to sleep. A grin split his lips and he rolled over in the sheets, kicking his feet. K really was a great guy and he made him feel so giddy.

Actually, he made Boruto feel a lot of things and he had never been this excited before. He wanted things to go well with K and when all was said and done, he wanted to be friends with him at the very least. He was still a bit wired up from being embraced so gently on the boat and just thinking about it made him sigh again. He closed his eyes and attempted to let his thoughts drift to sleep when a cool breeze traveled through his room. He peeked one eye open and realized the balcony door was ajar, left open from when Shikadai had stepped out to smoke before dinner.

He cursed under his breath, tempted to go over to his friend's room and make him close it, but he wasn't that petty. He got out of bed with a cover wrapped over his shoulders and walked to the glass door. It was then that he noticed an odd smell, one that was quickly recognized as weed. Boruto's pulse sped up. Could it be?

"K?" He called out softly, opening the door wider but didn't step out.

"Shit. Your room is right next to mine? Those bastards." K sighed.

Boruto giggled. "It seems we're not the only ones trying to win, huh?" He said as he went out and took a seat. The ground was as cold as the air and he sat cross legged in the chair, tucking the blanket around him.

K was quiet for a moment as he smoked. "They're both twisted as shit. I already won after the first date technically, but I'll make it through every one of them as long as you don't start fucking with me."

"Oh, I would never." Boruto laughed evilly.

"So believable." K mused. "Aren't you cold?"

"I've got a blanket, I'll be fine for a bit." He assured him. "What'd you have for dinner?"

"Pizza and wings." He answered. "What about you?"

It was silly that the man was in a hotel and yet he ordered pizza and wings, but Boruto thought that sounded just like him. "Lobster. Although I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have . . . I was too busy thinking."

"Were you?" K grinned and took another draw off his joint.

"Don't sound so surprised." Boruto chuckled.

"I'm not, really. I've been pretty thoughtful myself."

"No way." He teased. "What's been keeping you distracted?"

"You." K admitted. "And the fact that I really want a strawberry milkshake right now."

"Wah!" Boruto exclaimed, caught off guard by that and started laughing, covering his mouth when he snorted.

"Damn cute ass." K muttered. "I'm serious. Let's go get a milkshake."

"Wait, right now?" He asked, wondering how they would pull that off.

"Yeah. Let's sneak off and get sweet with each other."

Boruto bit his lip, anticipation running through him. "Yeah. Alright. Let's do it."

"Meet me in the hallway. Don't forget your blindfold." K said before tossing his joint and walking inside his room.

Boruto didn't waste time and went inside as well. He located his blindfold and paused when he passed the mirror, fussing with his hair a bit. He scolded himself not three seconds later, remembering that K wouldn't be able to see him. He tied the blindfold on and then felt his way to the door. After pulling it open a bit, he stuck his head out.

"K?" He whisper yelled.

His wrist was grabbed and he was pulled into the hallway, suddenly pressed against a large body. He was face to chest and all too aware of the sculpted muscle against him.

"It's me, baby."

Boruto flushed at the pet name, liking it more than he liked anything ever before. "Y-yeah." He managed to get out, doing his best not to swoon.

"Come on." K said, stepping back but taking his hand instead. "We're going to manage. I want that fucking milkshake so bad."

"We'll get it for sure." He told him, giving his hand a squeeze. It felt different, being out and about when it wasn't scheduled. He really loved it.

K led the way, keeping hold of Boruto's hand as he felt along the walls on their way, but it was near impossible to find the elevators.

"What the?" An unfamiliar voice mumbled, a passerby who wasn't sure what to make of the blindfolded pair. It was a woman who'd stopped in her tracks, too curious not to watch them. "Are you two um . . . alright?"

"I'm fine." Boruto answered before thinking about how they must look. "Oh, blindfolds. Right. Take a good look miss, this is what happens when a game of spin the bottle goes wrong. We have to make it downstairs and back."

K smirked at Boruto's made up explanation and tilted his head in the direction of the woman's voice. "Mind telling us where the elevators are?"

"S-sure." She breathed. "I can take you there."

"Thanks." K smiled and then the woman walked over, taking his free hand.

"It's not far." She said and started walking ahead. "Your friends must have got you good, huh?"

"Oh definitely, but we're not backing down from a challenge." Boruto told her.

"Never." K agreed and ignored the fact that he didn't like her holding his hand.

They turned a corner and then came to a stop and the woman pressed the button for them. "Well this is it." She pulled her hand away and just when K went to breathe a sigh of relief, she placed a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's this?" K asked, brows furrowing as he felt the paper in his hand.

"I-it's my number." She admitted quietly. "Good luck!"

The woman went on her way and soon the elevator doors clicked shut. "Well that was rude." Boruto huffed.

"What was?" K asked as he crumbled the paper and dropped it on the floor.

"That lady giving her number to you like that." He explained. "We're on a bonus date and she's giving out her number like candy. What the hell?"

K laughed and released Boruto's hand to embrace him instead. "I don't know why. My eyes are hidden, that's like most of my face."

"But you do have other assets." Boruto reminded, snuggling into his arms and letting his fingers trace a few of them.

"I do." K agreed shamelessly. "But I'm damn proud of this face."

Boruto smiled at his cockiness. "Can't wait to see it for myself."

"I don't even want to talk about it." K sighed and couldn't resist lifting one hand to Boruto's face. He palmed his cheek and ran his thumb across his jawline, to his lips that he couldn't help but feel.

He was warned not to test him, but how could he not when K acted like this? Boruto took in a shaky breath and kissed the pad of K's thumb. "Someday soon."

K growled at Boruto's teasing and backed him up against the wall roughly, both hands cradling his face, lips moving eagerly towards his but just before he could kiss him, the elevator came to a stop.

"Fuck." K hissed, chiding himself as he backed away. He really did have no control.

Boruto almost went after him, but held fast to the rail behind his back. It had only lasted a few seconds, but he was already worked up. Maybe K was right, he couldn't handle him, but he still wanted him.

"We . . . we're here." He said, panting the slightest bit.

"Come," K said, taking his hand once more and pulling him along. He moved slowly, feeling his way through because he'd be damned if anyone else was grabbing his hand. But when they finally reached the exit and were greeted by the doorman, K asked him to hail them a cab.

It wasn't long before they were seated next to each other in the cab and K asked for them to be taken to the nearest milkshake place. They arrived in just over ten minutes and got out of the cab, walking blindly up to the stand. They listened to the people around them, eventually finding the line to order.

"Fucking finally. My mouth's watering."

"They better give us the biggest cup they have." Boruto said, having fun despite the difficulty. It was like being on an adventure and his childish side couldn't be more happy.

"Does that mean you want to share with me?" K grinned.

That wasn't how he meant it, but- "Yes. Yes it does."

"Mm. I guess I can share if it's with you." He chuckled and then they were called up to the stand to order. It didn't take long for them to get their large strawberry milkshake and a straw, K finding them a seat miraculously without bumping into anyone. He made sure Boruto was seated carefully before he sat beside him. "This is a lot harder without those two bastard friends of ours."

Boruto hummed in agreement. "Hard, but worth it. It's daring, don't you think?"

"I just hope the excitement doesn't fade after the blindfolds come off." K told him, because he did fear this.

"I can't say for sure." Boruto responded honestly. "You'll still be you and I'll still be me. It might not be as thrilling, but it will be its own thing, you know? Something unique."

"It's not like I'll run away from you or anything. It's just . . . I might go back to my old ways and just want to fuck."

He reached for K's hand and threaded their fingers together. "That will be okay if you do." Boruto found himself saying. If things didn't work out with K then it meant he wasn't the one and would just move on. Boruto was used to it at this point, moving from one guy to the next. "We'll have to be friends regardless though or else."

"Damn, trying to get rid of me already? It's not my fault I'd rather fuck than date but you didn't have to shoot me down like that." K huffed and stabbed the straw in their milkshake.

"What? I didn't say we couldn't fuck." He told him. "And I'm not trying to get rid of you. I'm just saying . . . whatever you decide, it's cool with me."

"Mm. Alright." K hummed and finally had a sip of the shake, groaning at the perfection it was. "Hell yeah."

Boruto grinned widely. "Full of strawberry goodness, huh? Don't go drinking it all. I want some too."

"I'm not gonna leave you hanging, baby."

Boruto held his hand tighter, feeling as if he would turn into puddy in K's hands every time he called him that. "Hmm." He replied, trying not to give himself away by stuttering. "Gimmie."

K moved the cup closer to Boruto, raising it and positioning the straw at his lips. "Here you go."

He took the straw and sipped a few times, the cold drink tasty. "It's good!" Boruto smiled happily.

"Yes. Nothing like a strawberry milkshake." K breathed. "Tastes so good."

The way he said it made Boruto scoot over a little closer. "It does."

K moved the cup to himself, having another drink. He swallowed happily as he held the cup for Boruto. "And just thinking about you tasting like it. Fuck."

"W-what?" Boruto stammered just before the wind blew. He hadn't been thinking about the cold before, not even noticing the temperature until now. "Cold."

"Ah. The milkshake doesn't help." K realized, moving his arm around Boruto and holding him close. "I guess I didn't think this through."

Boruto snuggled against his warm body. "I still want it. The milkshake." He said. "And you're like a body heater anyway." He added with a giggle.

"Just stay close. Can't have you getting sick because of me."

"No problem there." He assured, greedy for his touch.

The two of them sat and finished the milkshake, talking about what they would be doing tomorrow. The trip back was harder than the trip there, but they were able to get back safely and without major incident. It didn't matter how late it was or who saw them. Their only focus was each other. Once they reached their rooms, K came up to Boruto's door to say goodnight.

"Sorry for dragging you out in the cold so late, but I don't regret it."

"Good." Boruto chuckled. "I don't regret it either. It was really fun."

"It was." K agreed, tugging Boruto into a hug. He leaned down so that his lips were at his ear and whispered, "goodnight." before kissing his cheek and escaping to his room.

Boruto was left standing in front of his door, his hand raising to his flushed face. His fingers touched the spot were K's lips had kissed him. It was only on the cheek and yet it made his heart flutter. When he went into his room and took off his blindfold, he slid to the floor with a small smile on his face. K was so sweet the way he worried about him made Boruto feel special. It was undeniable. He had really come across a great man, one that was living up to the boyfriend he desired. Even if an actual relationship didn't work out, even if they only just fucked . . . maybe . . . maybe it didn't matter what he looked like.

…

Kawaki couldn't deny it, he really liked B. He'd never had to spend so much time with someone and strangely enough, he wanted it. He wanted him. He was looking forward to each of their remaining dates, including the full day planned for them on their last day at the beach.

They met up at lunch, ate together and talked as much as ever, slowly learning more and more about each other. After that, Iwabe and Shikadai took them to a spa where they enjoyed hours of relaxation together. They enjoyed each other's company and never got bored or uninterested, it was all so new to Kawaki. He didn't understand it and questioned if it was just the blindfold making him like this, however he knew better than that. It was this guy.

After the spa, they returned to their hotel where they spent the late evening in the hot tub together, both of them wisely keeping a distance between themselves, even if it was difficult. There were still so many dates to be had before they could reveal their identities to each other, but neither of them could wait. They would, but they didn't want to. Not at all.

It was late that night when they were telling each other goodnight, knowing they wouldn't see each other again until their next date. Kawaki took initiative, giving B a folded piece of paper. He wished he'd thought of it sooner and technically it wasn't breaking any rules even if he truly didn't give a damn about the rules.

…

Boruto was more than surprised when K gave him a piece of paper when they parted and eagerly looked at it once he was on his bed. Inside was a phone number and he couldn't keep the grin off his face if he wanted to.

"Fucking genius." He spoke out loud and quickly located his cell phone. He saved the number under K and then let it ring, anticipating the answer.

"Hello?" His deep voice picked up after a few rings.

"You sneaky bastard." Boruto laughed. "I didn't even think about exchanging numbers."

K joined in his laughter. "It took me a while to think of it myself."

"Well it was brilliant." He complimented and laid down on his stomach, propping his head up with a pillow. "Today was great, though I damn near died in that hot tub."

"Too hot?" K asked teasingly.

Boruto shook his head. "Come on, don't pretend you weren't having just as hard of a time."

"Mm. Yeah, it was hard as fuck not to touch you knowing you were half naked and just sitting there."

Boruto groaned. "Tell me about it! I just wanted to reach over and grab your-" He cut himself off and cleared his throat. "Like you said. It was hard as fuck."

"Was it my dick you were hoping to grab?" K asked with a chuckle.

"No . . . I wanted to grab your hand . . . and if I happened to miss and grab your dick instead, well, win win."

"You should have given it a shot then." K sighed.

"I should have." He agreed and sighed as well. "So . . . what are you doing?"

"Stripping for bed. How about you?"

Boruto bit his lip. "Hmm, you sleep naked? Good to know. I'm laying down in my pjs."

"That sounds adorable as fuck." K hummed. "What kind of pjs?"

He giggled in both glee and slight embarrassment at his words. "Call me fancy, but they're hot pink . . . with black stars on them."

"Full pajamas, huh? Very cute. I can picture it."

Boruto played with the edge of the covers. "Yeah? I can picture yours too."

"Oh, I doubt that." He laughed, finally getting into bed. "And if you did, you'd be in a situation over there."

"You're not wrong . . ." Boruto trailed. "But I have felt a good majority of it so it's not that hard to imagine."

"Damn. I should be feeling you more."

He chuckled at that. "You should. I've almost got you completely mapped out."

"I'll get to work on that." K promised. "I need to get acquainted. With all of you."

"I'd like that . . . would probably cop a feel myself while you did."

"You'd be too distracted, baby."

His breath hitched, the pet name becoming a weakness he wasn't able to fight. "Because you would keep me busy?"

"Of course. You wouldn't know what to do." K told him confidently.

The promise made Boruto long for him even more. "A single wall between us, so tragic."

"Trust me, I already want to throw in the towel here. And that's never happened to me before."

He remembered him talking about that, how he hadn't liked to fail at anything. "I feel the same . . . at least I can say it'll be worth the wait."

"Oh hell yeah. Even now, I don't know what to think about not getting off for so long. Shit, this is torture." K sighed.

Boruto could understand that too, he had a pretty active sex drive of his own. "Sweet sweet torture, almost bittersweet. It's been too damn long since I had a cock."

"I want to give you mine." K muttered, totally over having to wait.

"Don't say that or else I really will get a situation over here." Boruto whined.

"I'd really like to handle that situation for you."

Now K was testing him. "Fuck, I wish you would." He breathed, refraining from squirming.

"I will. It's going to happen, just gotta be patient." K said, voice sounding even deeper.

He had to squirm then, that voice was pure sin. "It's so hard."

"How hard?"

"Really, really hard. I don't know if I can stand it, K." Boruto told him.

"God damn." K groaned and rolled over in his bed. "Alright, drop it."

He thought about it for a moment, the temptation to get it going almost impossible to resist, but he moved to lay on his back and took a few deep breaths. "Fine. But you owe me a milkshake for this."

"Alright, baby whatever you want." K smiled.

Boruto smiled as well, face heating up. "I like the sound of that."

"You should. I've never said shit like that to anyone else."

Boruto liked that too, his heart warming. "Really? You sure know how to make a guy feel special, K."

"Never heard that before." He grumbled. "Guess I'm more capable than I thought."

"Oh I think you're plenty capable."

"You sound happy. That makes me happy." K confessed softly.

He was right, K was as sweet as could be. "I'm always happy when I'm with you." Boruto whispered. "That goes for talking to you as well . . . I've never connected with someone like this before."

"Neither have I. But I think that makes it even better. We can enjoy this for the first time together." It was exciting and made K look forward to everything else that awaited them.

"Together. I wouldn't have it any other way."