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).
Back to your seat, wanker, I growl. He smirks and climbs over me to the back of the cabin. I should not think about what happened; I totally should not. Flying makes my head giddy and all the thoughts disappear. Everything is now - the way I need it to be. This is the reason why we take a longer trip and come back when the sun has already gone down. Sasuke is sleepy and I end up carrying him to the bed. I tuck him down and go get my emergency cigarettes.
I quit a long ago, but I kept a package if there ever was a need. I think there cannot be a need greater than this. I pad to the balcony and inhale the smoke deep. It fills my lungs with nastiness I almost have forgotten. I cough a couple of times but I still smoke the rest of the cancer stick. Night is cold, but it does not bother that much. All I can think is that if this gets out I am in deep shit. Why the hell do I always have to stick my dick into everything?
Yet, I cannot help but wonder whether he had done it before; he was too good for casually trying it for the first time. I already yawn, but it still lingers in my mind…why would he blow an old man - I would not. Fuck, he is fifteen! I go back to bed and Sasuke mumbles that I smell of cigarettes. Fuck you, you arsewipe, sleep, I order and try to do the same.
The next week goes by like nothing had ever happened - full of work, sweaty and dirty, because the planes need to be practically polished. It seems that those big corporate owners will come and take a look. On Friday night we are totally tired and like goo. Every year it is the same thing. I totally want a beer after this, but by the look on Sasuke's face he is not keen on the idea of me running off to a bar.
Well, I guess I can drink that can in our apartment too. I am so generous that I even offer one to the kid - it cannot kill him. Sasuke looks the can suspiciously even though I promise it is not poisoned. He takes a sip and boy, the look on his face when he swallows the bitter stout. I laugh my arse off while he looks displeased. I end up drinking a lot of beer and telling stories to Sasuke who listens to every mouthful of memories I spit at him.
This is the first time I go through events of my life, put them in order and say out loud. Feels great, almost purifying. It helps that Sasuke does not complain, but wants to hear more and I also ask him to tell something about himself. It seems he has an older brother and a very strict father. He does not go into detail, but I can guess what type of a person his father is and suddenly Sasuke's stuck-upness does not seem that odd.
I would not say I got totally trashed, but at least a little smashed, since it was kind of hard to get into the bedroom. You are not that bad, kid, I say to him and ruffle Sasuke's hair. Suddenly he pushes me on the bed and says that good, he wants me too. Say what, I stutter slightly. He shushes at me and climbs on top of me. Go to sleep, I snort, but his sneaky hands have already invaded my pants.
My breath leaves me and blends in with the aftertaste of the beer. This is not happening…not again. Sasuke plays with my manhood, fondles it and jacks me off with steady movements. My arms feel as if they are separated from my body; like I sit on the bed end looking everything outside myself. His fingers feel totally amazing, skilful and sinful. I am a real fucker for not doing anything and I am sure that I could try more, but I do not. Slowly he takes off his own shirt and not so long after we are in our birth suits, naked and bare in so many ways.
My vision blurs from time to time, but I can still catch him sucking his own fingers and coating them with saliva. I keep wondering what the hell is he going to do and who would…he rams those fingers into his own arse. I get up into a half-sitting position and I am mesmerized. He actually fucks himself in the arse. I have never seen anyone do that - not even in porn movies, okay maybe girls, but never guys.
He seemingly enjoys it and me watching him only makes him more aroused. Sasuke moans and groans loudly and it takes an immediate effect on my lower half. He looks so fucking slutty…Sasuke removes his fingers looking very lustful and his member keeps twitching because of the anal stimulation. He moves himself above my crotch and is about to settle down. Hey, this is enough…this is…not...appropriate…, I try to mumble but it is cut through by warmth.
Sasuke sits down on my length before I can do anything and now the tightness of a possibly virgin arse squeezes me enormously. He looks like he is in pain, but still he moves. Slowly up and down, riding me and pushing his hips. It is a totally different feeling…it is very hard to grasp it. He grunts and makes all sorts of noises, which is kind of erotic although it should not be. Not from a mouth of a child. I do not know what demon took over me but I end up bucking my hips; meeting his trusts with my own.
It is totally wrong but I want it so bad I do not give a fuck anymore. He initiated it so he should pay the consequences. I dig my nails into his thighs and I push and pull him hard. The noises he makes grow louder and I equally fuck him harder. Something screams in the back of my head, but I am too eager, too deaf to listen to it. Blood runs down there; it even whizzes in my ears. I desperately cling to this moment and in the end I am the one who does not understand the consequences.
My sweat covers Sasuke body as I pound him mercilessly. One, two…and I practically explode inside him. It is rash, suffocating, but liberating. Everything which was bottled up inside me breaks free and I can only hear him whine although not too audibly. Fuck, I groan as I empty myself in bursts into him. Sasuke looks tired and worn, but he does not complain. Instead he raises his body so that we are not connected anymore.
His hole leaks white substance down his thighs and on to the sheets. Sasuke runs his fingers through his hair and I do not even know whether he came or not. My eyelids feel heavy and although I try to fight it, I begin to fall asleep. Before I pass out I am sure I see a little smile on his lips. In the morning I wake up feeling sticky and sore. Suddenly the realization hits me; oh fucking fuck.
