This is a longer story again. Well then, I totally love airplanes and I was a huge Star Wars geek, so this is some kind of tribute to it? Does anyone guess what and whose plane I am talking about in this story? You might find this first chapter boring, since it has lots of plane details in it. So if you are here only because of the smut, you have to wait or this is just not for you. Those who actually appreciate a plot, I have one! Again!

WARNING: This story can be seen as paedophilia due to the age difference.

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke

Summary: Liking them young and male was never his repertoire. But no matter how you look at it, Sasuke is a kid and has that thing between his legs. When you are forty, it might be dangerous to play with fire, captain Uzumaki.

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

So, you let him see the plane, yeah, the chief hums and I mumble something incoherent back. You should eat something, the boy looks like he is starving, he continues. I noticed too. Sasuke is skinny, pale and constantly aware of his surroundings. That is also a good thing, since it is his job…Relax, this is not war, I smile at Sasuke and order him to follow. Hell, I hope there will be no war although all the signs hang in the air, though still somewhat invisible.

Maybe Sasuke is just really sensitive…or maybe he is weird, sheesh, kids these days. Uzumaki, he is staying at your place, you know, it is sudden, but get used to it, chief shouts from the other side of the hall. What the fuck, I cannot have my own privacy anymore? I am forty and he is fifteen, hell, he could be my son. Before I get to protest too much the chief is long gone and I merely grunt.

You sleep on the sofa, I murmur at him, but he does not say anything. After the lunch we head to "our" home -mine that is- and I give him the other locker for personal keepings. The apartment is bare, but I do not mind - it is not like I hang around here. He neatly puts his clothes in the metallic ugliness and sits down.

You seem like you want something from me or do you merely have a metal pole stuck up in your arse, I snort. Why did she leave? He suddenly asks. Who, my ex-wife, you mean? I ask back. How did you even know she left and not like died or something, I continue a bit amazed. You look like a guy who gets left behind, not really attached to anything, the Uchiha kid says with a straight face. Bull's eye.

Well, anyway, it was the air force or her and I never really made the decision…I wanted my freedom and she wanted a family, a nice house etc. - it was always about my wings, I smile sadly and dump a fresh towel on his head. Get a shower first, today's privilege, I smile more sincerely. He looks at me and nods. In the meantime I make a bed for him on the sofa. He steps from the bathroom fully-clothed in his pyjamas. Should I hit him with a pillow and giggle? Jesus…

I take my turn and head for the shower. I should probably jerk off now so that the kid will not have a heart attack tomorrow morning…he is a bit stuck up, so…While my hand roughly plays with my shaft, I start to ponder whether the kid even knows what masturbation is. Hopefully I do not have to teach him about bees and flowers, since I am not a role model in that department.

The pressure kisses my lower abdomen and all thoughts flee like bats from the cave, along with Batman that is. My body feels like it is inside out and with a ragged breath I cum -or rather shoot- my load to the ceramic tile wall. Aah, shit, I murmur. I clean the place and head out of the shower. I only have a towel around me and I feel ultra fresh.

You should not jerk off in a hot shower, you may pass out, Sasuke says calmly while reading yesterday's paper. I take a beer and snort. A good thing I do not have to teach you sex education then, I laugh. Now it is his turn to snort. We should sleep, early bird catches the worm and all that shit, I smile.

In the middle of the night I wake up to him whispering that he had a nightmare and asking whether he could sleep with me. I am half asleep and I do not have the foggiest idea what I answered, but soon a warm bundle occupies the space next to me. Oi Sasuke, you little…and I doze off. In the morning I wake up to an empty room and mostly - an empty bed. I yawn lazily until the fresh scent of coffee lingers to my nostrils. Did he make coffee? A wonderful kid.

Well, that thought flies through the window when I enter the kitchen and see him. My jaw hits the floor and it takes some time to get it back and working. Why are you wearing my ex-wife's dress, I ask him stupidly. He looks at me innocently. Why are you still keeping it, he asks back. Well, you know…what the..! I do not need to reason that to you! I yell. I like it, he says and turns around as if that justifies everything. Take it off, it distracts me, I grunt.

He starts to peel it off. Not here, you dumbarse, I almost shout. Try to make up your mind, he sighs and I tell him he can wear it - whatever fucked up reason he has for it. That light blue dress with buttercups became his favourite clothing. Our days went by quite smoothly and he did not puke after flying lessons anymore. I have to say he is a good target finder, no, marvellous - he never misses anything be it in the air or on the ground. Heck, he is like a housewife and a dog in the same package.

It is already March and we were heading back to Charlotte; even Sasuke calls her by her name now, but I guess she approves. The feeling when sitting in the plane is very orgiastic and I always have to fight the hard-on - I do not want to seem like a creep…Sasuke's too young to understand. Although he probably has a father…but it is not the same if you do not have a plane yourself…hmm, my pondering is cut through thanks to the chief, who waits us in the main hangar.

Uzumaki, I have an important notice, he says. General Haruno's daughter is coming here to do a check-up, he tells us. You are absolutely not to seduce her and that is an order, he grunts. This is an important meeting and I do not want your dick to have a say in this, he almost snarls. Ooh, too late for that…but I do not tell him, since the chief is so serious about this and he would whip my arse if he knew.

When the chief has left with a content smile Sasuke looks at me passively. You have done her, that Haruno woman, right, he asks without really asking but more like making a remark. I merely laugh. Bull's eye. It is weird that we have to wait for Sakura's arrival so formally. Then I hear the familiar voice and the noise her Nazi boots make. She walks like a soldier and looks so perfect in her tight uniform.

Hard to believe she is thirty - every guy in this shithole wants to bang her lifeless and only I have the privilege. For ten years now already…It was an accident to start with; I was partying after successful flight ambush and she was lonely and drunk as a skunk. One thing led to another and we fucked the whole night. She seems so innocent, but hell is she a sadist in bed.

Personally I like strong women so her abuse only made me tick harder down there. I was tied to the bed poles while she pressed her high heels to my crotch. Maybe I am a masochist, but I never complained and she never held back. It is a good thing we do not meet that often, since she makes me sore - in so many ways.

After the formalities we decide to hit a bar. Sasuke does not look happy - poor kid, haha. Guard the house, puppy, I smile devilishly and ruffle his hair. I escort Sakura out, my hands resting on her perky buttocks. Naruto, I want you to fuck me, she murmurs while sucking my earlobe. Let us go to your place, she hums and grabs the front of my jeans. Hell yes, we stumble to my apartment, she giggles and I try to find the keyhole. Her blouse is almost off and I fondle her plush breasts and suck her neck.

We get inside and try to locate the bedroom while kissing fervently. On the left, I groan and we fall on the bed. The kissing is mushy and I try to get her stockings off. She laughs filling the air with bell-like sounds. I am about to plunge my fingers into her pussy, but we are interrupted by the sound of a knocking.

Sakura kicks me off and the door creeks a little showing this tiny figure. I had a nightmare, the voice sniffs and somehow awakens the mother instinct in her. Oh my sweetie, of course you can sleep with us, silly boy, you do not need to be afraid, she baby-talks to him. Great, there goes the sex crashing hard through the window. Sasuke tiptoes to the room and dives between us. Black hair sticks from underneath the blanket and I sigh.

Sakura smiles and goes to the light switch. In the meantime I murmur at Sasuke that he is doing this on purpose, but the boy just looks at me innocently again. Good night, she whispers and I am stuck with a hard-on. I was hoping we could continue where we left off, but soon I hear Sakura snoring. Absolutely great. Sasuke, you are too close, give me some space, I grunt, but he does not take any action whatsoever. Fuck this shit.