Naruto left his last class, Calculus BC, in a hurry. He was very nervous about going to the home of his new friend Kiba—who he had recently found out was rich. At least, he tried to play off the nerves like that, but somewhere he felt something other than that… a fluttering in his bowels that he couldn't explain when he thought of the new friend. He rushed out to his car and once he had buckled and started the ignition he was quickly on his way to his room, the one place he knew he could think straight.
He parked in his reserved space outside the complex and made his way up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door and walked inside, placing his book bag down next to the door and removing his shoes. Making his way back to his bedroom, he began to think of his new classmates. They seemed like people he could easily get along with. Kiba especially. He seemed the kind of person that could make him laugh and enjoy himself. Something he didn't get to experience too often. He made his way to his room and began to remove his clothing, preparing for a needed shower. Naruto thought about a lot of things in the bathroom, like most people. The shower was warm and made him feel comfortable, comfortable enough to talk to his mind for a while. He left his boxers on as he entered the bathroom through the sliding door in his room and grabbed a towel, hanging it over the top of the shower's curtain rod. He started the water and, as if it were some kind of ritual, automatically removed his boxers and took a thoughtful pee, purposefully leaving it un-flushed until he had finished his shower.
He stepped into the warm water and turned the hot up a notch: he was going to need it. The first thing that popped into his head was his plans for today. Kiba had invited him over later. He wondered what they would be doing; if Kiba would be smoking his sexy cigarettes again. Surely not in his parents home. Wasn't that against the normal rules? He shook the thought. He redirected his thoughts to Kiba once more… He was very attractive. He smelled nice, too. Naruto had caught a whiff of him while he had walked past him after class was over. It was a sweet, smoky musk. Very masculine… and definitely something Naruto could get used to smelling all the time. The memory made him smell it, a lingering afterthought of scent.
After his shower, Naruto felt very much less nervous, though he knew the nerves would return. He flushed his toilet and returned to the bedroom, deciding what to wear.
'He is rich… but he doesn't dress it. So nothing too fancy I guess.' Naruto finally came to the conclusion he needed to spend some of his earnings on clothes. His one pair of tattered jeans was not going to suffice if he wanted to impress this Kiba. Impress? The thought had never crossed his mind before… He was trying to impress him. 'Damn it… Please don't be a crush.' But he knew it was too late. He had hit the point of no return, and Naruto was an avid crusher. He remembered in elementary school, when he had a crush on Sakura. Miss Popular. He thought about how he didn't like her anymore, and how maybe that would happen with Kiba… but he knew it wouldn't. Naruto had just stopped liking girls… Yes, he had realized it before. He was not interested in females or their genitalia. Too… sloppy. He had tried that already… once in ninth grade with a girl he will never remember. She moved away anyways.
Naruto finally settled his mind on his jeans and a fitting black shirt. Nice, but not out of the ordinary. This was his favorite shirt. He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his keys on his way out, feeling his stomach flutter again when he thought again of where he was headed.
Kiba's house was not hard to find. It was on the main road, and it had a long driveway, so Naruto just drove up and parked. No one seemed to be home. He rang the doorbell. No answer. Was he at the right house? A noise caught his attention. Above him, in the center of the molding above the door was a small security camera, a small speaker below it.
"I forgot to tell you," the speaker said in a gruffly, slurred speech. There was laughter in the background. Naruto wondered what was going on. "I live downstairs… you have to come in through the back. My parents kicked me out… to here."
Naruto nodded slowly and turned right, then left, then back to the right in an awkward movement where he didn't know what to do. Laughter erupted from the speaker and then it was silent with a click. They must have thought the movement funny. He walked the long distance to the side of the house and made his way down the slightly slanted back yard of his new friend. It was a manicured lawn… complete with a Koi pond and topiaries. He reached the back and was greeted with a strange new smell. The door opened and Kiba was seen, in a haze of smoke, exiting to greet Naruto. He turned to greet the blonde, and Naruto looked at the strange happiness in his face. Almost painted on. Kiba waved and made his way over, and Naruto notices a wobble in his walk. He smelled his normal smoky sweet, but very much stronger this time as he closed in on him. Naruto noticed his eyes looked heavy, bloodshot. He thought he knew what they had been up to.
Kiba grabbed Naruto's hand and started walking him back to the door. "We were waiting for you to show up. I thought you wouldn't come." He turned to look at him, a sadder look on his face. "I was really looking forward to you being here today." And he gave a little smile.
Naruto could tell he was sincere, but a little off. Maybe it was the drugs that had caused him to say such things. But, Naruto thought, it was nice to think someone wanted him there. "Me too." It was all he could say as they reached the now closed door to what separated him from Kiba's room. Kiba turned to Naruto and took his other hand in his.
"Do you want me to stop?" His face was hard, serious. Naruto was a bit shocked at the sudden change in attitude. "Tell me to stop and I will." Naruto stopped breathing for a moment. Why was Kiba leaving this up to him? He let out his breath. "Do you want me to stop? Or would you rather join our boring existence?" Now he had soft, almost glazed appearance.
Naruto stood in a trance for a while, trying to comprehend what was happening here. "Stop." He said finally.
Kiba smiled and closed his eyes. "That's what I wanted to hear." He pulled Naruto to a chair around an outdoor dining set. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, having let go of Naruto's hands and placed them behind his head. "Sorry for you showing up with me like that." He looked sad now. "I had thought you weren't coming…"
Naruto looked at him. Where was all this coming from? "It's alright… I don't mind, really."
Now it was Kiba's turn to look. He looked at Naruto and realized what he had been doing. He put his head in his hands and sighed. "I'm sorry. I probably freaked you out… I'm a little… whatever you want to call it—loving I guess—when I'm like that. That stuff'll do it to ya. It's not too bad for you though… and it makes you feel good." He added, trying to find redeeming value in the drug. He stopped and looked up. "Want to hang out with… just me?" He stood as he spoke and held his hand out to Naruto.
Naruto blushed, trying to hide it, but doing so miserably and looking like an eight year old girl with a crush. Half of which was true. "Yeah… that'd be nice." He took the offered hand.
Kiba gave a big, gorgeous smile, and Naruto noticed he seemed to be back to normal once more. "They'll be in there a while… No tellin' what they'll get into." He sighed and gave a shrug. "Sometimes I feel like that's all they ever want to do anymore. But it's all right. They're my best friends." He looked at the ground. "Anything you want to do?" He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one, removing it with his middle and index finger and blowing a puff of smoke Naruto couldn't help but watch. "You like?" Kiba said with a flirty smirk. "Watch this."
He took another puff of the cigarette, holding the smoke in for a bit while doing something in his mouth. He opened his mouth to release three consecutive rings of smoke. He looked and Naruto and gave a crooked smile. Naruto smiled back, wishing he could think of something, anything to say. His silence felt awkward, and all he could do was look at their still attached hands and slowly twine his thin fingers between Kiba's strong, masculine ones, holding his breath as he did.