Connection

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

Chapter Six

A Challenge

Things weren't getting any easier to deal with, actually it was just the opposite. Just when they thought it couldn't get any harder, it did. The dates were coming more often but not often enough. Two each weekend was better than one every week and certainly better than one every two weeks. They did more arts and crafts on date eleven, this time with clay where they moulded different things for each other. Kawaki made Boruto a vase that had surprisingly turned out perfectly and Boruto created a small pot that was perfect for a plant—and the first thing Kawaki did was plant something in it.

They next day they had a date at Boruto's flat where they played a game of chocolate roulette that was more bad than good—but oh so amusing. And then a game of touch. They were told to focus on each other's features for once, to try and familiarize themselves with each other on a more personal level. Kawaki had no problem with that and would touch Boruto's face whenever he liked anyway, but he'd never really focused on it. Boruto though, had never really felt Kawaki's face like that and he was nervous.

Kawaki wanted to memorize every curve on that face and he was more than happy to go first. The best part, he could touch his face without the blindfold getting in the way of his hands. The catch, Shikadai was keeping a distant eye on them. Not that Kawaki gave a fuck, he would do whatever he pleased no matter who was watching.

Boruto bit his lip as Kawaki pulled the blindfold up from his eyes and over his head. He kept his eyes closed softly as both of Kawaki's hands cradled his face. His skin was so soft against the roughness of his hands. Kawaki focused on his eyebrows and temples before ghosting his fingertips over his closed eyes. He had long eyelashes and high cheekbones, a smooth nose and perfect, soft lips. Kawaki wanted to kiss him more than ever in that moment, but this was supposed to be a timed exhibition and before he was ready, it was Boruto's turn.

...

After getting his blindfold back in position, Boruto hesitantly reached out to remove Kawaki's blindfold. He was trying not to be nervous and instead focused on the excitement that was mixed in. This was something that he had wanted to do, brush his fingers along the lines of Kawaki's face. He was ready to know him on a deeper level and this time when he reached towards his face again, he didn't hesitate. He started with his strong jawline and his thumbs lingered on his cheeks.

Then they moved inwards to his lips and Boruto couldn't help smiling, teasing him just a little and wanting to capture them with his own. Next the tips of his fingers glided over his eyes and to his brow, gasping when he felt piercings on the right side, two hoops. It seemed Kawaki really was the bad boy type with piercings all over, first his ears and now his eyebrow. Boruto couldn't explain why, but it made him feel giddy. He ended up taking longer than Kawaki had and even went over his face twice.

It wasn't because he was intent on painting an image of the man. It was just something that Boruto found he really liked doing. He giggled when Kawaki's nose twitched since his light touch probably tickled, but he stopped before he made him sneeze. Once Kawaki's blindfold was back in place and Shikadai had made his exit, Boruto raised his hands again to cup Kawaki's jaw.

"I still have no idea what you look like." He confessed. "But I really like doing this."

"Me too." Kawaki smiled. "But I have a good idea about you."

"Oh yeah?" Boruto grinned, feeling Kawaki's smile as he held his face. "What's your verdict?"

"You're cute as fuck." He answered simply.

Boruto chuckled, knowing he should have seen that coming. "I'm sensing a theme here."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Sure you don't." He mused knowingly. His hands fell to his lap but soon reached for one of Kawaki's, playing with his fingers. "I can't wait for these blindfolds to come off. Not just because I want to see you, but because I want to see everything. Your house, your work and your favorite places to stop by . . . and I want to show you things too."

Kawaki nodded. "I want the same. I'm looking forward to all of that."

"There's something in particular I really want to show you." Boruto admitted.

"Really? Can you tell me about it?" Kawaki asked in wonder.

"It's something I've never shown anyone else." Boruto told him. "I don't want to ruin the surprise, but . . . it's special to me."

"Wow. I can't wait." Kawaki said, holding tighter to Boruto's hand. "That's really something, I feel special myself."

Remembering the date at Kawaki's house, Boruto brought his hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. "That's because you are."

"Stop it." Kawaki huffed, pouting, but he didn't dare pull his hand away.

"No." Boruto said cheekily before repositioning himself. "Hold me."

"Okay." He wrapped his free arm around Boruto and forced him to rest against him. "I can do this."

Boruto hummed. "Better."

"Hey, don't complain." Kawaki chuckled. "I hold you all the time."

"I'm saying it's better," He giggled, "now that I'm being held."

"Ah. Makes sense." Kawaki breathed. "You're all good now, huh?"

"Yep!"

That was more than Boruto could ever want. He didn't know it was something he loved so much, he hadn't ever asked any of his exes to do it. But when Kawaki held him he was surrounded by nothing but him, pressed against his solid chest and supported by his capable arms. Any man would be happy with that. The next date was laid back and easy going, but like it usually did with that pair things got interesting. They were sitting next to each other on Kawaki's patio, a bonfire keeping them warm.

They were just talking and telling stories, casually sipping on some beer. Boruto was a little worried about getting drunk again, but Kawaki assured him that he could handle it. Probably. Things took a turn though when he suggested they play truth or drink, dares out of the question considering their blindfolded state.

"Hmm, alright. Who should go first?" Boruto asked, moving the blanket further up his lap.

"You. Truth or drink?" Kawaki began, smiling to himself.

"Truth of course." Boruto grinned.

"Have you ever been in a serious relationship before?"

That was a tricky one. "Technically yes, but never longer than a few weeks. I would say the relationships were supposed to be serious, but they never were."

"I see." Kawaki hummed thoughtfully.

"Truth or drink?" Boruto asked.

"Truth."

He tilted his head back as he thought of a question. "Have you ever had a threesome and if so, did you like it?"

"A few. And yeah, it was alright." Kawaki answered honestly.

That sounded really hot, though it wasn't really Boruto's thing. "Ohh, interesting."

"Not really." Kawaki laughed. "Truth or drink?"

"Drink. I have another question." Boruto chuckled. He took a swig of his beer and then asked, "Truth or drink."

"Go ahead with your question, baby."

As always, the pet name threw him off balance and it wasn't just the beer making his face warm. "Okay. Do you only fuck men or are you interested in women too?"

"Well, men only. But I have fucked a few girls before. When I was young."

"Ohh. So you prefer men then? You wouldn't do a girl now?" He asked curiously. He was an open book and only did it with men, but he had no idea about Kawaki. It was fun learning new things about him.

"Yes I prefer men and no, I wouldn't. And you owe me for asking questions out of turn so you have to drink two."

Boruto sighed, but didn't argue. It was only fair. "Alright, I'm drinking. You're turn." He said and brought his beer back to his lips to drink.

"Truth or drink?"

He finished gulping down the two swigs before he answered. "Truth. Definitely truth."

Kawaki laughed and tilted his head towards the side as he thought of another question. "What's your favorite position to be fucked in?"

Boruto grew hotter than before, not expecting this turn of questioning but should have seen it coming. "U-um . . . well . . . on my side." He said. "But on my back is a close second . . ."

"Do you like it slow and easy?"

"Yeah . . . I do." He liked it hard and rough too, but he always came the hardest when it was dragged out.

"I assumed, since those positions are soft as fuck." Kawaki mumbled, wishing he could picture Boruto in those positions.

"Hey!" Boruto smiled, lighting hitting his arm. "You can go to town in those positions too. Don't get me wrong, I like it hot and steamy as much as the next guy, but I prefer to break it down . . .and break my partner." However, he loved to be taken apart as well.

"Mm. I can only imagine." Kawaki chuckled. "Truth or drink?"

"I'm pretty sure it's my turn." Boruto pointed out. "I want you to tell me. How do you prefer to do it?"

"I get a little rough and doggy is my favorite position."

Boruto smirked at that. "I can get behind that easy . . . and you can get behind me anytime."

"Well shit." Kawaki laughed. "Don't tempt me."

That was right, they had an agreement. "We have to be good." Boruto remembered. "Okay, your turn. Go ahead and ask because if I get going on this beer then I won't want to be good anymore."

"How good are you at giving head?"

Too bad that wasn't an invitation. "Never had any complaints before. My only real skill is my ability to use my mouth."

"Yeah?" Kawaki really wanted to find that out for himself. "What turns you on more than anything?"

Boruto bit his lip, really liking where this was going. "Some of it has changed since I met you . . . but usually . . . being pushed up against a wall."

"Really?" Kawaki cocked a brow, knowing he had done that before. "So you do like it rough."

Boruto remembered the very same incident. If it had lasted longer than it did, he knew his knees would have gone weak. "You didn't believe me before?" He laughed.

"I have doubts." Kawaki admitted.

"That makes sense. To be honest I haven't allowed myself to be so damn soft around anyone else." It was something a good number of his exes complained about. "And you? What turns you on more than anything else?"

"You." Kawaki teased before taking a sip of his beer.

Boruto grinned, hitting his arm again. "Come on, you can't say that. You'll end up putting ideas into my head."

"What ideas?" He asked curiously.

"That I could do whatever I want to your body and you would love it."

"Ah. Well that's true." Kawaki shrugged.

That was something he sure as hell was keeping on his mind. "Good to know . . . but I still want an answer."

"Answer to what?"

"Your dodging just makes me think it's something I can really take advantage of." Boruto mused. "Don't be coy, I wanna know."

"I'll drink." Kawaki said, raising his beer to chug on it.

"Kawaki!" Boruto whined.

"I already told you anyway. I was being honest."

Boruto wasn't sure he believed that, but it was sweet so he let it slide. Besides, it wasn't as if he wouldn't find out in time. "Alright . . . I forgot whose turn it is."

"Mine. Have you played with yourself since we met?"

Whoa. "I'll . . . I'll drink on that one." Boruto said and got right to it, taking a sip.

"Damn. How many times?" Kawaki asked in an amused tone, but he shook his head.

"Nuh uh, it's not your turn. Have you masturbated while thinking about me?"

"No. Because I haven't touched myself." It was a miracle.

"Fuck." Boruto cursed. How had he managed that? And would he survive when they finally did it?

"It hasn't been easy, but I'm going to make it. This is a record for me."

Boruto took his hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Then I'll wait with you. From tonight onward I won't do anything so you won't have to do it alone."

"You don't need to do that. It's probably best for you to keep yourself up to date." Kawaki laughed. "But I still want to know how often you're doing it."

"I'm going to do it because I want to." Boruto said, but then added, "Although . . . I might have to stretch myself the night before or else I'll suffocate your dick."

"Shit. Let's change the subject. The game is over."

Boruto giggled and rested his head on his upper arm, counting it was a win. The rest of the night was tame and they settled back into the easy and relaxed atmosphere as before. Boruto almost fell asleep and Kawaki would have let him if it wasn't so cold out. He ushered him inside and let him curl up against his side on the couch. The fourteenth date was decided to be held at a coffee shop and the two of them were shown to a private booth. Kawaki went with a mocha frappe for his sweet tooth and Boruto almost got a hot chocolate, but he stuck with his favorite black coffee.

Like all the ones previous, it went well and they had a good time. However the number was always there on their minds. The final date was getting closer and closer and Boruto couldn't wait for the big reveal.

…

There were only six more dates before the blindfolds would be a thing of the past and it had become apparent to Kawaki that Boruto was more important to him than he ever thought anyone could be. He realized it easily whenever he was in town alone one day and some guy started making eyes at him. He was put off, a lot, something that never happened to him because Kawaki was used to attention. From both females and males, and on many occurrences.

The worst part was the guy fit exactly what Kawaki looked for in a guy, from his body type to his clean cut look and his youthful appearance. But it turned Kawaki off, it annoyed him and without meaning to, he'd said some pretty snide things to prevent the guy from coming at him anymore.

If it wasn't Boruto, Kawaki didn't want them.

He was frustrated about it and had called Boruto as soon as he got the chance, needing his help to cool off. Boruto was in the middle of driving home from showing a house, but he gladly chatted with Kawaki and managed to calm him down easily. By the time the call ended, Kawaki was feeling good as new.

To repay Boruto for his kindness, Kawaki wanted to get him a gift. He didn't know what to get him, but when he passed by a jewelry store in the mall, he wandered in. As soon as he walked by the watches, he stopped in his tracks and knew it was a good choice. Perfect. Very stylish, surely Boruto was a stylish guy . . . he had to be because that was what Kawaki liked and he really liked Boruto. He didn't wear a watch, at least not around Kawaki, but Kawaki was sure a nice watch would be fitting for him.

He made a choice without thinking about the price, choosing a white gold Rolex with a black face. If he was going to buy Boruto something, he wasn't going to buy him some useless, cheap shit. Besides, money wasn't anything to Kawaki, he had more than he could ever spend.

Kawaki had the watch gift wrapped in silver paper and had a pink bow tied around it, knowing Boruto was fond of the color. He'd written on the tag and left the mall, feeling much lighter than he had all day. Though he was excited, he would wait until after their next date to give Boruto the gift.

Unfortunately for the both of them, it would be too long before that next date arrived.

It was the next morning when Kawaki had a client call from the beach, wanting to meet with him about building a house right on the beach. It would be a big money build and Kawaki had no choice but to pack some clothes and leave out right away. He wasn't looking forward to it, knowing it would take him a while to discuss everything with the client and he had his architect tag along in hopes of speeding up the process.

The client wasn't awful, but they were very particular and in a hurry, so while Kawaki figured out dates and prices, the architect was hard at work. He had to spend three different days making plans only for the client to hate it—even though he'd made it everything they asked for.

It took another three days to come up with the plan the client couldn't turn down and then they tried to negotiate pricing. Kawaki wouldn't bend, because he knew how to factor in all the necessities and eventually the client agreed. There was still a lot of work to do and on top of having to keep in touch with his crews that were working on other houses, Kawaki barely had time to speak to Boruto. It was at night just before he went to sleep that he called him for a few minutes. Neither of them were happy about this. That was the first weekend they hadn't got to be with each other in weeks.

Another two weeks passed with Kawaki being at the beach, waiting on permits and getting everything together to get the build started. It was impossible for him to focus completely when he missed Boruto, but fuck, he missed him so much. What was worse, it had been so long since he'd had a piece of ass that he was beyond frustrated and becoming difficult to work with. His employees didn't know how to approach him and it was for the best if they didn't at all.

It was on a Thursday night when he finally made it home and Iwabe met him there. Kawaki didn't want to see him, he just wanted to be alone because he was pissed at nothing—at everything for no reason.

"Kawaki, welcome back." He greeted him, coming to help with his luggage.

"Whatever." Kawaki grumbled, carrying two of his three bags to his front door and setting them down to unlock it.

"Well, what's got you so mad?" Iwabe huffed, walking in behind Kawaki once the door was opened.

Ignoring the question, Kawaki dropped his bags in the living room and went in search of his weed. He'd left it in its designated box which he grabbed before walking out onto the back patio. Iwabe tagged along, silent until Kawaki had rolled and lit his joint.

"It's been a while, I wanted to come check in on you . . . See if you were up to a date this weekend. I already made sure Boruto was free."

"Yes." Kawaki quipped, knowing he needed to be around Boruto sooner rather than later.

"Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow after lunch." Iwabe smiled. "Are you so mad because you haven't been able to spend any time with him?"

Kawaki smoked on his joint for a few minutes before bothering to respond. "No."

"Holy shit . . . wait a damn minute." Iwabe gasped. "Kawaki, when's the last time you had sex?"

The question made him flinch, he didn't even want to think about it.

"Have you seriously been abstaining since you started dating Boruto? Fucking hell!" Iwabe laughed in elation, palming his face in his amazement. "No fucking way."

If you were going to do something, might as well do it right. "That's right." Kawaki told him, quickly returning to smoking. The weed was helping him relax, but his stomach was still uneasy. He needed to fuck, quickly.

"And you haven't tried to fuck Boruto?" Iwabe snickered. "Still gotta see his face first huh?"

It wasn't that. Not even close. "The challenge . . ."

Iwabe nodded in his happy amusement. "Nobody said you couldn't fuck each other. This is about it being more than that, because bonding is important but the sex is too. It's also about not judging a book by its cover. You two are always touching each other so it's not like you don't have any ideas, but at least you can't go by the face."

"Mm." Kawaki looked out across his yard and sighed. "I do want to see him . . . but I don't care what he looks like."

"This is some touching shit right now." Iwabe said, grinning broadly. "I'm so happy you won this bet, even if it's not over yet. You're not going to lose."

"Never." Kawaki smiled softly, knowing that he had won a lot more than he ever thought just by accepting this challenge.

A/N:

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