Fic: Graduation (Kakashi/Sasuke) Part 2/2
Title: Graduation Part 2/2
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Way too long (11,203)
Summary(ish?): n empty classroom, his last day in high school...what could possibly go wrong?
Because every writer eventually has the urge to go all...high school AU. This was mine. Don't judge.
Tension hovered in the classroom like fog, tag-teaming with the silence to produce a rather uncomfortable atmosphere. The frequent ticks from the large clock overhead seemed to amplify, along with the shuffling of paper and occasional scratch of writing.
For Sasuke it was getting increasingly hard to stay focused. More than once he’d made a mistake in calculating scores, having to cross out his own marks along with the test-taker’s. The ink from this pen was slightly darker and more susceptible to smearing, but picking up the original, which remained idle at his side, never crossed his mind.
“I’m going to head out to the soda machine, you want anything?” Although Kakashi’s voice was low, any noise amongst the lack of sound was enough to make Sasuke flinch.
For the first time in several minutes, he allowed a glance at that side of the room. Kakashi was back to appearing lazy. His mouth opened wide around a yawn, body reclining as long arms stretched high above his head. Simultaneously, the thin cotton of the man’s white dress shirt pulled taut over a broad chest, the article clinging to muscle in all the right places.
All the wrong places, more like.
Tearing his eyes away, Sasuke muttered a quick “no” and pretended to be engrossed in analyzing a math equation. Though he was staring right at the paper, all of his attention concentrated on the man heading for the door. His ears tracked the weighted footsteps across the room, hearing them halt only long enough to step into the hallway.
When the latch finally clicked shut, Sasuke waited for several seconds before letting out a strained exhale. He dropped the pen, uncaring as it clattered to the floor, and ran his free hand roughly through his hair, stopping to rest his forehead in his palm. The harsh beating in his chest refused to let up even after the man had left.
Sasuke was startled by this sudden attraction-yes…he wasn’t that dense-to his former teacher. He had been alone with this man too many times to count, yet never before had his thoughts strayed to the places they were now. And boy were they in some places. As entertaining as the thoughts may have seemed at first, they carried with them an underlying layer of guilt and just…wrongness.
Right now, just being in the same room was enough to make his stomach twist. He feared it might be permanent, too.
Back and forth his tongue dashed from one end of his mouth to the other. Smooth swipes were made along the sides of the object clutched between his teeth. The more he thought the harder he bit down, until finally-
Snap.
Fucking plastic!
Eyes widened as the broken cap snagged his tongue with revenge, pinching rather painfully. Not a second later, the thing was flung from his mouth. Sasuke’s lips thinned as he watched it bounce lightly along the floor. It was hardly noticeable, but the slightly metallic taste was enough to send him over the edge.
He couldn’t even remember putting the damned thing in his mouth.
That was it. He’d had it. Hopping from the windowsill, stack of papers in hand, he stomped over to Kakashi’s desk. There was just too much on his mind to focus, now. It wasn’t fair for him to have this self-discovery and be forced to remain in the man’s presence at the same time.
Really, the best thing for him right now was to go home. Go home…stare at the ceiling…and wonder why college suddenly seemed to come too soon.
Mentally shaking his head, he set the papers down. Get out now, think later. With no other possessions to grab, he made for the door. Deep breaths were drawn through his nose in attempt to calm himself. He knew he’d be fine if he could just get away from this building.
Call it a coincidence, bad luck, divine intervention, whatever, but he’d no sooner reached the handle when Kakashi’s tall figure appeared through the thin window of glass, effectively collapsing all plans of escape.
Great.
“I forgot the soda machines don’t work until two-thirty, so I’ve still got a half hour of dehydration…heading out?”
Having backed up a couple of steps to let the man through, Sasuke stood rigid. Kakashi was looking dead at him. And, any time before this it wouldn’t have mattered, but right now…
He swallowed uneasily, making the motion as subtly as possible. Meanwhile, his adrenaline kicked into its primitive fight or flight mode. Definitely flight-although a hurried sprint would do just as well-in this case.
“Yeah…I’m not feeling so well.”
Really it wasn’t a lie. He didn’t feel well at all. Fighting to breathe in a relaxed manner made his lungs about ready to give out. The organ in his chest was beating so forcefully and, like a bomb, he wondered when it would detonate. It was overwhelming, and the harder he fought it back the more potent it seemed to become.
“Oh…really? That’s too bad, I was kind of hoping you’d stay.”
It wasn’t the honesty-Kakashi was almost always honest with him, albeit maybe not this blunt-it was the pronounced disappointment in his tone that caught his attention. The eye contact he’d so carefully avoided had now wormed its way into existence. Kakashi really wanted him to stay.
Fuck.
The unintentional guilt trip caused his stomach to throb. Partly, well, mostly because he wanted to stay too. But he also knew this feeling of having his insides put in a blender wouldn’t go away if he did.
Leaving his controls on autopilot, he retreated to engage in a mental tirade.
Kakashi had just messed everything up. The white-haired wrench thrown into his plan. Everything had been set into place. He wasn’t attached. He didn’t care. He was ready to move on with his life. How could he have possibly known one small deviation to his day would cause his structure to disintegrate?
He hated Kakashi for that, hated him.
The multitude of emotions must have bled into his face. Not much else could have provoked Kakashi into saying what he said next.
“If this has anything to do with your brother, it’s time for you to let it go.”
…What? For a brief unsettling moment, Sasuke went numb.
“You didn’t hesitate on your own accord, Sasuke. You lost your composure when you saw he wasn’t here. You let him get inside your head, and you need to find a way to prevent that if you ever want to actually move on with your life.”
…And then it quickly snowballed into a complete mess. The numbness subsided only to do a complete 180 in the opposite direction. Feeling…he didn’t know what he was feeling, just that it was too much at once and he didn’t know how to respond to it other than by standing there frozen.
But then…he laughed. It just sort of welled up in his stomach until it was pushing its way through his throat in harsh bitter chuckles that sounded more like pained wheezing than anything else. Sasuke wasn’t sure how he could sound so condescending while at the same time fighting off the tremors that shook his foundation, yet somehow he managed.
You see, in a twisted way, it was disturbingly funny. Kakashi had already taken an axe to him, and now he wasn’t going to stop swinging until Sasuke fell to pieces at his feet.
And the irony was, this wasn’t even about Itachi! It hadn’t been since the moment he set foot in this classroom.
But no, saying things like that were off limits. Right now the laughter was subsiding, and with the drunken-yet empty-buzz it left in his system, he was quickly looking for something to replace it with. Anger seemed to fit the bill.
“You…” A shaking finger poked the man square in the chest, and it pressed. “You always think you know everything. Because you’re older, and suddenly that means you know what’s going on in my head. And because you’re the teacher you think it’s your job to pry and fucking pry until you do know everything!”
Kakashi’s expression remained unchanged throughout. Even with that finger downright digging into his sternum, and the obvious profanity, he didn’t budge.
Somehow that just fueled Sasuke’s fire even more, so he didn’t let up on the pressure. Anger wasn’t a good emotion to concentrate under, he later realized. It has this ability to make words fall out of your mouth without recognition…that is until your ears pick them up and send them to your brain, after which there’s a sensation of did I just say that?
Too bad his time machine was in the shop, he might have been able to save himself.
“So what if I was looking for him? Why should it even matter if I was disappointed about it, and it caused me to lose my composure? It’s his fault that I can’t let go! He jerks me around, making all of these promises, and then lets me down only to do it all over again because he knows how to…”
At this point, Sasuke also learned that when anger dissipated, it took his thought processes along for the ride. The words slipped through his fingers like sand, and he scrambled to save a few-he really did-but was ultimately unsuccessful. Fuck. He’d blabbered himself into a deathtrap again. Just like the day where he stayed after school, when the words poured out of him like a flood…when Kakashi just sat there giving him that look.
The one he was giving now.
The one that said this entire conversation was committed to memory.
The one that drained all tension from Sasuke’s hand, causing it to slump against Kakashi’s chest. Yeah…he hated that look.
The overwhelming urge to escape was back, yet all he could manage to do was stare at the white dress shirt beneath his fingertips, enthralled at the way heat conducted so easily through it. Usually it wouldn’t have a chokehold on his attention, but right now it seemed anything involving this man-let alone his body-did the trick.
Naturally the guilt caught up with him, it always did. He blamed it on the fabric. White was hypnotizing.
If he left right now, he’d never forgive himself. The last thing he wanted to do was part on bad terms, especially given how important Kakashi was to him…as much as he loathed to admit it. Heaven-forbid he have feelings! It shouldn’t feel like a crime to want their last memory to be a good one, and not the awkward mess it was slowly morphing into now.
No, if he left right now there would be so much to miss out on. He wouldn’t have had the chance to spread his fingers out against the material, or the opportunity to flatten his palm and feel the firmness of the skin beneath.
He wouldn’t have known the dizzying thrill of trepidation racing up his spine as Kakashi continued to remain still, even as his hand began to move.
The texture of cotton caressing his palm only seemed to heighten his senses, fingers trailing behind in their downward trek. Every stitch, every button, every teasingly-discreet rise of muscle provided an exhilarating accomplishment to traverse. With each second his heart thumped harder, because he knew Kakashi wouldn’t pretend to be blissfully unaware for much longer.
And he didn’t. Ignorance wasn’t his style.
Not a second later Sasuke found his wrist encased in blazing heat. Kakashi’s palm was warm. Hot, even. But not even the pleasurable sensation of such contact could stop his world from crashing down.
Alas his brain had rode the short bus today, but it had caught up nonetheless. And it brought gifts, including the knowledge that he’d just overstepped a very bold boundary. One he most certainly should not have crossed with a man, let alone a teacher. All because he had to act on impulse.
It was embarrassing. Not so much because he did it, but because he had been rejected in the process. No, he hadn’t expected Kakashi to condone his actions, but on that same note he hadn’t expected the said actions to occur either. So, at this point he wasn’t sure what to think.
His heart wasn’t racing anymore, in fact it seemed like it had instead opted for a free fall into the pit of his stomach. How nice of it, his intestines must be lonely. Despite all of this, somehow his sanity managed to claw its way overtop the unbearable dread he was feeling.
The least he could do was be coherent during the other’s lecture. And he knew one was coming. Kakashi always had something to say.
Only it never came.
No disappointed tone. No muttering about protocol or morals. No reprimanding remarks about personal space and crossing the line. Hell, he wasn’t even getting the “I think you should leave”.
But then maybe there were just too many things to say and Kakashi was looking for a way to sum them all up. Yes, that seemed plausible. Shooting a glance at his stone-faced math teacher, however, told him otherwise. The vacancy of his expression was familiar, but the motionlessness of it was not.
And it suddenly occurred to Sasuke that for once Kakashi didn’t know what to say.
Now, maybe it was because he was naturally impatient. Or maybe it was because he was suddenly viciously curious. Either way, this hole he’d dug himself into wasn’t getting any smaller, and what he said next gave it no chance of shrinking.
“If you know everything about me…why didn’t you know about this, Kakashi?”
The usage of his name-something Sasuke had never done before-seemed to provoke some sort of reaction, because Kakashi blinked, and then bowed his head to stare at the pale hand trapped in his own. He chuckled slightly, as if trying to lighten the mood and take away some of the awkwardness. “…I did.”
So Kakashi knew…somehow that information didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it would. However, the fact that Kakashi knew about his feelings before he did sent his blood rushing. Sasuke could feel his pulse throbbing forcefully under the man’s thumb, which twitched against his skin. But still, he frowned. “Why didn’t you say anything about it?”
Kakashi seemed to ponder this for a moment, before looking back up and offering a small smile. “Because then I’d have to spend my planning period alone.”
Somehow that both was and wasn’t the answer Sasuke was looking for. And it frustrated him. This was as far as he was willing to go with this conversation if all Kakashi wanted to do was turn it into a joke. So, with irritated resignation, he pulled his wrist back and prepared to leave.
But he was stopped yet again when he realized the grip hadn’t released him. Kakashi wasn’t smiling anymore.
“You can sit here and laugh about it all day, just let me go.” He tugged again, but that only resulted in the man pulling him closer.
“I never said anything to you because I knew it would end with you walking out the door and never coming back, exactly what you’re trying to do now. I enjoy being around you, Sasuke. I wouldn’t have asked you here today if I didn’t.”
Kakashi’s words weren’t helping, but maybe that was because he’d stopped listening. Nothing he said right now would pull this weight off his chest, nor would it remove this impending sense of regret. This is what he got for opening his mouth.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. This entire day was a disaster, and I just want it to end.”
As soon as Kakashi’s fingers lessened their grip, he used the moment to tear himself away. He was done bullshitting. Now, he really was going to leave. And no amount of Kakashi’s blunt honesty or guilt tripping was going to stop him.
But those strong hands grabbing him from behind-those might.
He had just reached the door handle when he was violently wrenched away. The sheer force behind it had him raggedly inhaling for the barest of seconds before being flung bodily into the wall.
The impact of it against his back was more jarring than painful, but the subsequent powerful grip against his shoulders was enough to make him wince in discomfort. And then Kakashi leaned in close, until his narrowed eyes were the only thing in view. Sasuke pushed himself further back in response.
Kakashi looked livid. No smile, no smirk. The aloof and relaxed trigonometry teacher was gone, replaced instead by this space-invading, heavily-breathing man pinning his body to the bulletin board.
This was raw Kakashi.
Movement of any type wasn’t an option, this time the man wasn’t letting up, which meant Sasuke wasn’t going anywhere until Kakashi said what he needed to say. It was truly terrifying, but some inexplicable part of him felt…electrified.
“You always run from your problems, Sasuke,” Kakashi’s gruff voice didn’t disappoint. It rumbled out in a manner that held Sasuke motionless, the tone carrying promises of further force should he be interrupted. “What will you do when they catch up with you?”
Sasuke found himself too dumbstruck to come up with a response. One large hand slithered down his right shoulder, tracing his limp arm in a fiery path of heat until it leapt down his side to settle on his hip. When Kakashi squeezed there, his stomach clenched.
Kakashi hummed out one of his casual hmms, only it wasn’t casual at all. It was a dark and breathy drawl that Sasuke’s ears picked up like radar. In the ensuing seconds, Sasuke watched as a playful smirk tugged at the corner of Kakashi’s mouth.
“I…” Fuck he forgot the question. “I don’t know.”
The lack of a sufficient answer didn’t seem to deter Kakashi a bit. Instead he just clicked his tongue against his teeth in a playful reprimand. “That’s alright, Sasuke. After all, I’ve always been there to teach you what you don’t know.”
Sasuke flinched against the grope of a second hand settling against the other side of his waist; he’d been too busy taking in the man’s words to notice the movement.
At this point he felt slightly light-headed, his brain unable to rationalize a logical explanation of what was happening. The thought was abandoned shortly after in favor of observing the way white wisps of hair hung messily against the man’s forehead. Only when he could see each individual strand did Sasuke realize how close they were.
Kakashi’s breath-which had been held for several seconds-fanned out against his cheek, encouraging Sasuke to release his own. But the ticklish feeling of the man’s nose nudging the strands of hair at his neck had him heaving in another deep one. At this point Kakashi let out another hmm, the vibrations pouring through his ear like a forbidden orchestra of lust.
“You face them.” A heated whisper.
And Sasuke’s eyes clenched shut as Kakashi’s body molded against him. His rushed breath intake complemented by the man’s heady exhale. This. The sensation of being smothered. The feeling of those hands bringing his hips forward. The liquid heat pouring from his erection as it pushed against another rigid hardness. It was everything he could ask for, and more.
Sasuke’s jaw lost all purpose, leaving his mouth wide and panting, because fuck Kakashi knew what he was doing. Lips found the sensitive skin beneath his ear, followed soon after by teeth. The flat tips of incisors pressing against his neck ignited a blazing heat down his body, followed quickly by a cooled chill.
The sensation sent him lurching forward, bucking their bodies together in a lewd maneuver that started out pure, but quickly turned corrupt. His heart had returned to his chest and was currently engaged in a boxing match with Kakashi’s, both ready to tear past all layers of flesh and cloth. To throb against each other with no barriers in between.
And they weren’t the only organs throbbing.
The closer those lips traveled to his mouth the harder the man’s hips seemed to press. Kakashi’s erection was intensely obvious through the thin material of his dress pants, and each time it dragged across Sasuke’s own, a ragged breath was plundered from his lungs. The friction of his denim jeans only amplified the feeling, liquid from his twitching dick revealing his lust in a sizeable wet patch.
His first noticeable moan came when Kakashi’s hand gripped him roughly, thin lips sealing overtop and stealing the sound from his mouth. Soft cotton balled up in his hands as he clutched the man’s shirt.
It was dizzying. Like he was falling and flying at the same time.
His mind swam with sexual intoxication, with the overwhelming thought that this was really happening. And that Kakashi’s hand was really rubbing and stroking him through his pants. Kakashi’s tongue was really flicking against his teeth and lips like some sort of serpent.
It was just…surreal.
-Only it wasn’t. Everything was right here in front of him. Kakashi was here. He was against him. And he wanted him. The logic and reasoning could wait.
Sasuke’s hands didn’t hesitate this time when they mapped out the clothed terrain of Kakashi’s torso. There was no hand there to stop him when fingertips nudged a belt buckle, untucking the shirt from it, and using the loosened material to run his hands underneath and along pale skin.
His mouth finally opened against the poking and prodding and his tongue rushed forth, thoroughly catching the man off guard. It slid past Kakashi’s slick muscle and delved beyond the man’s lips, rubbing lightly against the roof of his mouth. Much better than a stupid pen cap.
But then Kakashi pulled back, reddened lips parted, and breathing a lot rougher than he was earlier. The hand on him also retreated back to his waist as they locked eyes. If Kakashi was choosing now to give his lecture…he just might lose his mind.
It took a few seconds of staring, but slowly the lazy smile came back and helped assuage Sasuke’s doubts. “So, Sasuke, are you ready to face me?”
This, Sasuke assumed, was a heavily-coded inquiry for ‘Do you want to do this?’ He appreciated the sentiment, really, but found it wholly unnecessary. He didn’t just waltz into these situations without knowing where they led. That was all Naruto right there.
Five fingers swept delicately up the man’s side, traveling past his ribcage and settling in the middle of his chest. Sasuke lightly tapped the shallow dip between hard muscle, a much more subdued repeat of his performance earlier. Then his eyes flickered up, settling on the gray irises he’d gazed into almost every day for two years. And he smirked.
“You’re supposed to know everything, remember?”
Just minutes later found Kakashi comfortably seated in his chair and Sasuke awkwardly sprawled out across his desk.
“You know you could’ve given me a bit more room. There’s so much junk up here, and I have no idea what’s digging into my back right now, just that I’ll probably need a tetanus shot later.”
Kakashi’s expression showed just how much he cared. He didn’t even look up or pause until after he’d gotten Sasuke’s pants undone. He blinked once, twice, and then, “Just push it on the floor, it’s not like it matters.”
Well yes, actually, it did matter because he didn’t want to be picking up a bunch of broken shit later. Not to mention the volume alone of a thousand or so objects hitting the floor would alert the attention of the entire town. And that wasn’t an exaggeration.
That left Sasuke to huff disapprovingly, sitting up in a slouch and doing his best to clear off the small area of desk behind him. Erasers, stray papers, and note cards were left undisturbed in favor of removing the pointier and more damaging objects…like the stapler and scotch tape dispensers.
It was a good thing he’d gotten the majority of it out of the way because two seconds later he was thrown off balance and immediately fell backward. He was wrong, erasers did hurt.
Through it all, he still found the time to glare at the man overhead, even though it went ignored. Kakashi was much more engrossed with the task of pulling his pants down and off, along with his shoes, socks, and boxers, though not necessarily in that order.
Arching his back and twisting his hand underneath his spine, he strained to find the eraser that felt positively wedged into his vertebrae. He’d just brushed his finger against the rubber when an alarming combination of heat and wetness sent him slumping bonelessly back against the desk. Both the eraser and the lower half of his forearm were left buried beneath the weight of his body, forgotten.
His freehand clenched around what sounded like a paper and his entire body filled with tension. Straining his neck to look up, he both saw and felt the mop of white hair nudging against his lower stomach, causing it to twitch. He watched as it slowly moved up, just enough to let him see the bridge of a nose and spread lips around his…Fuck!
His head fell hard back against the desk, eyes rolling up as Kakashi sucked on the way back down. Against the arms of the chair, where his feet were propped, his toes dug into the worn leather.
Then he felt Kakashi’s tongue. It was rough and slick and amazing as it made slithery trails over every area imaginable. It followed Kakashi’s mouth with every backwards pull, zigzagging, tracing the rim, and sliding up and over the head. Sasuke felt it circle and then swoop down on the tip, licking away the fluid practically oozing from it.
And then it dug in for more, and more, and more until Sasuke broke out in goosebumps and cried out with a desperate moan of jumbled octaves.
He bit the inside of his cheek, craning his neck up again and biting back curses against the site of his fidgeting body. Kakashi was moving faster now, so it was getting harder not to become catatonic. His feet had now leapt from the chair and were hugging the sides of Kakashi’s body like a lifeline.
Freedom had finally found its way to his trapped hand, and it wasted no time in setting up camp in Kakashi’s hair. The strands twined around his fingers easily, and Sasuke used the leverage to brush it back from the man’s face. He almost wished he didn’t do that.
Through lowered eyelids, Kakashi’s eyes were set on him. From around the tip of his cock, the corners of the man’s mouth widened into a very, very inappropriate smile. Sasuke watched with slack lips as a tongue emerged, darting from one side to another.
He felt his throat tighten when a pale eyebrow was raised.
A hand, one Sasuke hadn’t even noticed resting against his thigh, moved over to grip the base of his cock, tilting it upward as the mouth moved down, down, down.
And he flinched because the feeling of a tongue lapping at his balls was borderline ticklish. But then the strokes became bolder, the swipes became more frequent, until finally Kakashi’s mouth enveloped them both.
Sasuke stopped to realize the sudden feeling of blood rushing, muscles tightening, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. But all it took was one gentle moment of suction from Kakashi’s mouth to have him bolt upwards, one hand pushing the man’s face back while the other formed a tight ring at the base of his erection.
Sasuke wasn’t a believer, but Jesus.
“Guess that’s not your thing, hm?” Apparently Kakashi misread his knit eyebrows and labored breathing and completely overlooked the fact that he almost blew a load into the ceiling.
“More like too much of my thing,” he mumbled breathlessly, slumping back against the desk and feeling the mounting pleasure slowly die down.
“I’ll give you a break for a minute, then.”
Sasuke’s eyes drifted shut as he grunted a noise of affirmation. The feeling of hands suddenly spreading him wide, however, had them snapping back open in an instant. He might not have an entirely accurate internal clock, but he knew there was no way in hell sixty seconds were up already.
An exhale of warm breath was his only warning before he felt the wet flick of a tongue against a part of him he least expected Kakashi to lick.
He reacted with a full-body spasm, twitching violently beneath the arm conveniently holding his hips down.
“What are you doing?!” he hissed, jumping as Kakashi’s tongue tapped against him a second time.
“Just relax, you’re too uptight. If you focus less on what I’m doing to you and more on how it feels, it’ll get a lot better.”
Even in Kakashi-logic, that sounded flawed.
The arm draped across his hips showed no signs of letting him budge, nonverbally confirming this was going to happen whether he liked it or not. Breathing a noise of apprehension, he shut his eyes against the bright ceiling lights and focused on hiding the tension in his muscles.
Let it be known that was extremely difficult to do when a strong hand insisted on spreading his ass open further.
Lips compressed against the feeling of Kakashi’s nose accidentally knocking into his skin as the man shifted closer. Another exhaled breath flowed across the exposed area, causing the tight ring of muscle to flutter. As Sasuke anticipated another subtle tap, he was completely thrown when Kakashi’s tongue returned in a tantalizing stab.
Even with his mouth clamped shut, there was no mistaking the awkward noise permeating from his throat. Rather than pulling away, the wet muscle maintained contact, licking swift stripes in a broad circle, slowly narrowing further and further until-
“Ah, fuck!”
Sasuke wasn’t sure how to describe the sensation of that, only that it caused his fingers to knot together and his cock made a hearty leap against his stomach. And it wasn’t stopping.
Up, down, left, right, criss, cross, even with closed eyelids Sasuke followed the patterns, aware of the way each change in direction kicked his temperature up ten degrees.
And then it pushed so steadily that Sasuke could feel his body parting and then surrounding it. He was ashamed to admit he might need a respirator at this point. The way it kicked and jerked inside him was sending his breathing rate off the charts.
His lungs weren’t the only body parts suffering, either.
Above his head, his fingers had tied themselves together so forcefully they were numb with the lack of blood. His toes weren’t much better off. And he didn’t even have to open his eyes to identify the river of fluid decorating his stomach.
Unable to sit still anymore, Sasuke rose to secure himself with his elbows, feeling the weight of Kakashi’s arm release him as the hand left to conquer bigger and better things. Through newly blurred eyesight, he watched as it disappeared, knowing exactly where its destination was when the man’s slippery muscle finally retracted from his ravished body.
He tipped his head back against the much sturdier intrusion, feeling Kakashi slide it halfway in without much leeway. The man had since returned to his earlier height, hair disheveled, and lips glistening in such a manner that Sasuke was forced to slip his eyes shut yet again.
The fingers were grueling. If he had to identify a downside to sex, that would be his choice. Still, hearing Kakashi’s deep, uneven breaths, and the firm yet relaxing grip against his thigh made it tolerable for the most part.
It didn’t take long. Kakashi was rather quick in his methods and Sasuke forced his body to acclimated faster because he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last otherwise.
And finally, finally legs were swept over shoulders and bodies were pressed together. Through their unbuttoned shirts, their hearts were abuzz with adrenaline, their skin damp from the sweat of anticipation. They stared hard at each other, the echo of the clock overhead proving the slow in time.
Kakashi grasped Sasuke’s hand, pulling it flush against his body and edging it down past his hips to touch hard flesh.
“You do it,” he urged.
Sasuke swallowed past the lump in his throat, and then nodded dazedly. Gripping the man’s cock in his hand, he felt Kakashi’s head drop against his shoulder as he edged his body closer.
Heat flared as skin nudged skin, growing nearly unbearable as together they pushed. The friction was maddening, and Sasuke held his breath against the painful tingling of a forced stretch. He welcomed the following blinding-hot numbness almost as much as the need-laced moan hovering next to his ear.
His grip was released, and Kakashi followed his lead to push the rest of the way in. Kakashi rushed into him like a drill, leaving Sasuke a shuddering mess beneath at the unexpected roughness.
Bodies pressed tightly together, Sasuke moaned at the next few shallow thrusts. He could feel the man’s cock edging further and further into his body, dragging against his inner walls and reducing his mind to oh fuck yes.
And then Kakashi leaned up, spreading his hands across the desk, skidding papers and the like back and out of the way. Something shattered against the floor, the sound falling on deaf ears as their movements grew more intense.
Sasuke couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight of Kakashi moving above him. From his dilated eyes, to his gently parted lips, it was all entirely mesmerizing, and Sasuke was suddenly struck again with amazement that this was really happening.
But oh fuck yes it was, as sure as that hand on his cock.
The muscles in his abdomen grew taut and his eyes began to droop. The pleasure was picking up like a breeze and the tornado was steadily approaching. Both hands flew down to grab Kakashi’s cotton-clad shoulders, digging into the skin underneath as his body fought to buck back against the one eagerly slamming into his.
Wood creaked overhead under the force of Kakashi’s palm, which Sasuke assumed was gripping the desk for leverage. Something had to be adding the extra ferocity to his thrusts. They were now coming too fast for Sasuke to keep up with, feeling the driving force of in come before he could register the pulling of out.
Constant noise corrupted his vocal cords, and Kakashi’s unrestrained groans from above were taken to a whole different level. His spine was buzzing with the rate it was being rocked against the desk, but the feeling was completely extinguished by the devastating spiral of ecstasy that coiled tighter. And tighter.
“Ka-!” His lungs closed off as he was pulled under. The water surrounded him and he was drowning. Drowning in this hurricane of lust and euphoria that he didn’t want to survive. It was crashing over him, wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure that left him convulsing and pouring everything he was all over Kakashi’s fingers.
And he kept shaking and shuddering, choking out rough groans, even as the thrusts became irregular, even as Kakashi released a haggard moan and flooded his insides with a fever he’d never recover from.
Even when it ended and they lay there as one exhausted trembling mess.
Sasuke waited with bated breath and widened eyes for his brain to catch up. For the inevitable did I just do that recollection, and subsequent what was I thinking reaction.
Imagine his surprise when it never came. Not even when they clumsily pulled apart and hopped off the desk to fix their clothes.
Afterward, there was no life-altering conversation, and still no serious lecture. Really there was little talk at all unless you counted Kakashi’s mourning of a certain broken Chihuahua mug and Sasuke’s sarcastic reply about how “they weren’t supposed to matter”.
Admittedly, nostalgia found its way into the room, leaving Sasuke to remark about it vaguely and Kakashi to confirm he was still welcome to come back whenever he liked.
“I wasn’t even talking about that.” He lied.
Kakashi smiled. “I know, I was just making sure you knew.”
Saying goodbye wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be either. Kakashi remained behind to finally clean his desk, leaving Sasuke to walk home with a clear head. Clearer than it had been all day, at least.
He was halfway across the parking lot when he felt it. A muffled vibrating against his right leg. Reaching into his pocket, he extracted the tiny cell phone. The screen lit up to highlight a number both familiar and foreign to his eyes.
As it continued to buzz animatedly in his palm, Sasuke reflected back to what Kakashi had said to him. He wondered if he really was ready to move on now.
The phone was re-pocketed without a second glance.
Yeah, he was.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Way too long (11,203)
Summary(ish?): n empty classroom, his last day in high school...what could possibly go wrong?
Because every writer eventually has the urge to go all...high school AU. This was mine. Don't judge.
Tension hovered in the classroom like fog, tag-teaming with the silence to produce a rather uncomfortable atmosphere. The frequent ticks from the large clock overhead seemed to amplify, along with the shuffling of paper and occasional scratch of writing.
For Sasuke it was getting increasingly hard to stay focused. More than once he’d made a mistake in calculating scores, having to cross out his own marks along with the test-taker’s. The ink from this pen was slightly darker and more susceptible to smearing, but picking up the original, which remained idle at his side, never crossed his mind.
“I’m going to head out to the soda machine, you want anything?” Although Kakashi’s voice was low, any noise amongst the lack of sound was enough to make Sasuke flinch.
For the first time in several minutes, he allowed a glance at that side of the room. Kakashi was back to appearing lazy. His mouth opened wide around a yawn, body reclining as long arms stretched high above his head. Simultaneously, the thin cotton of the man’s white dress shirt pulled taut over a broad chest, the article clinging to muscle in all the right places.
All the wrong places, more like.
Tearing his eyes away, Sasuke muttered a quick “no” and pretended to be engrossed in analyzing a math equation. Though he was staring right at the paper, all of his attention concentrated on the man heading for the door. His ears tracked the weighted footsteps across the room, hearing them halt only long enough to step into the hallway.
When the latch finally clicked shut, Sasuke waited for several seconds before letting out a strained exhale. He dropped the pen, uncaring as it clattered to the floor, and ran his free hand roughly through his hair, stopping to rest his forehead in his palm. The harsh beating in his chest refused to let up even after the man had left.
Sasuke was startled by this sudden attraction-yes…he wasn’t that dense-to his former teacher. He had been alone with this man too many times to count, yet never before had his thoughts strayed to the places they were now. And boy were they in some places. As entertaining as the thoughts may have seemed at first, they carried with them an underlying layer of guilt and just…wrongness.
Right now, just being in the same room was enough to make his stomach twist. He feared it might be permanent, too.
Back and forth his tongue dashed from one end of his mouth to the other. Smooth swipes were made along the sides of the object clutched between his teeth. The more he thought the harder he bit down, until finally-
Snap.
Fucking plastic!
Eyes widened as the broken cap snagged his tongue with revenge, pinching rather painfully. Not a second later, the thing was flung from his mouth. Sasuke’s lips thinned as he watched it bounce lightly along the floor. It was hardly noticeable, but the slightly metallic taste was enough to send him over the edge.
He couldn’t even remember putting the damned thing in his mouth.
That was it. He’d had it. Hopping from the windowsill, stack of papers in hand, he stomped over to Kakashi’s desk. There was just too much on his mind to focus, now. It wasn’t fair for him to have this self-discovery and be forced to remain in the man’s presence at the same time.
Really, the best thing for him right now was to go home. Go home…stare at the ceiling…and wonder why college suddenly seemed to come too soon.
Mentally shaking his head, he set the papers down. Get out now, think later. With no other possessions to grab, he made for the door. Deep breaths were drawn through his nose in attempt to calm himself. He knew he’d be fine if he could just get away from this building.
Call it a coincidence, bad luck, divine intervention, whatever, but he’d no sooner reached the handle when Kakashi’s tall figure appeared through the thin window of glass, effectively collapsing all plans of escape.
Great.
“I forgot the soda machines don’t work until two-thirty, so I’ve still got a half hour of dehydration…heading out?”
Having backed up a couple of steps to let the man through, Sasuke stood rigid. Kakashi was looking dead at him. And, any time before this it wouldn’t have mattered, but right now…
He swallowed uneasily, making the motion as subtly as possible. Meanwhile, his adrenaline kicked into its primitive fight or flight mode. Definitely flight-although a hurried sprint would do just as well-in this case.
“Yeah…I’m not feeling so well.”
Really it wasn’t a lie. He didn’t feel well at all. Fighting to breathe in a relaxed manner made his lungs about ready to give out. The organ in his chest was beating so forcefully and, like a bomb, he wondered when it would detonate. It was overwhelming, and the harder he fought it back the more potent it seemed to become.
“Oh…really? That’s too bad, I was kind of hoping you’d stay.”
It wasn’t the honesty-Kakashi was almost always honest with him, albeit maybe not this blunt-it was the pronounced disappointment in his tone that caught his attention. The eye contact he’d so carefully avoided had now wormed its way into existence. Kakashi really wanted him to stay.
Fuck.
The unintentional guilt trip caused his stomach to throb. Partly, well, mostly because he wanted to stay too. But he also knew this feeling of having his insides put in a blender wouldn’t go away if he did.
Leaving his controls on autopilot, he retreated to engage in a mental tirade.
Kakashi had just messed everything up. The white-haired wrench thrown into his plan. Everything had been set into place. He wasn’t attached. He didn’t care. He was ready to move on with his life. How could he have possibly known one small deviation to his day would cause his structure to disintegrate?
He hated Kakashi for that, hated him.
The multitude of emotions must have bled into his face. Not much else could have provoked Kakashi into saying what he said next.
“If this has anything to do with your brother, it’s time for you to let it go.”
…What? For a brief unsettling moment, Sasuke went numb.
“You didn’t hesitate on your own accord, Sasuke. You lost your composure when you saw he wasn’t here. You let him get inside your head, and you need to find a way to prevent that if you ever want to actually move on with your life.”
…And then it quickly snowballed into a complete mess. The numbness subsided only to do a complete 180 in the opposite direction. Feeling…he didn’t know what he was feeling, just that it was too much at once and he didn’t know how to respond to it other than by standing there frozen.
But then…he laughed. It just sort of welled up in his stomach until it was pushing its way through his throat in harsh bitter chuckles that sounded more like pained wheezing than anything else. Sasuke wasn’t sure how he could sound so condescending while at the same time fighting off the tremors that shook his foundation, yet somehow he managed.
You see, in a twisted way, it was disturbingly funny. Kakashi had already taken an axe to him, and now he wasn’t going to stop swinging until Sasuke fell to pieces at his feet.
And the irony was, this wasn’t even about Itachi! It hadn’t been since the moment he set foot in this classroom.
But no, saying things like that were off limits. Right now the laughter was subsiding, and with the drunken-yet empty-buzz it left in his system, he was quickly looking for something to replace it with. Anger seemed to fit the bill.
“You…” A shaking finger poked the man square in the chest, and it pressed. “You always think you know everything. Because you’re older, and suddenly that means you know what’s going on in my head. And because you’re the teacher you think it’s your job to pry and fucking pry until you do know everything!”
Kakashi’s expression remained unchanged throughout. Even with that finger downright digging into his sternum, and the obvious profanity, he didn’t budge.
Somehow that just fueled Sasuke’s fire even more, so he didn’t let up on the pressure. Anger wasn’t a good emotion to concentrate under, he later realized. It has this ability to make words fall out of your mouth without recognition…that is until your ears pick them up and send them to your brain, after which there’s a sensation of did I just say that?
Too bad his time machine was in the shop, he might have been able to save himself.
“So what if I was looking for him? Why should it even matter if I was disappointed about it, and it caused me to lose my composure? It’s his fault that I can’t let go! He jerks me around, making all of these promises, and then lets me down only to do it all over again because he knows how to…”
At this point, Sasuke also learned that when anger dissipated, it took his thought processes along for the ride. The words slipped through his fingers like sand, and he scrambled to save a few-he really did-but was ultimately unsuccessful. Fuck. He’d blabbered himself into a deathtrap again. Just like the day where he stayed after school, when the words poured out of him like a flood…when Kakashi just sat there giving him that look.
The one he was giving now.
The one that said this entire conversation was committed to memory.
The one that drained all tension from Sasuke’s hand, causing it to slump against Kakashi’s chest. Yeah…he hated that look.
The overwhelming urge to escape was back, yet all he could manage to do was stare at the white dress shirt beneath his fingertips, enthralled at the way heat conducted so easily through it. Usually it wouldn’t have a chokehold on his attention, but right now it seemed anything involving this man-let alone his body-did the trick.
Naturally the guilt caught up with him, it always did. He blamed it on the fabric. White was hypnotizing.
If he left right now, he’d never forgive himself. The last thing he wanted to do was part on bad terms, especially given how important Kakashi was to him…as much as he loathed to admit it. Heaven-forbid he have feelings! It shouldn’t feel like a crime to want their last memory to be a good one, and not the awkward mess it was slowly morphing into now.
No, if he left right now there would be so much to miss out on. He wouldn’t have had the chance to spread his fingers out against the material, or the opportunity to flatten his palm and feel the firmness of the skin beneath.
He wouldn’t have known the dizzying thrill of trepidation racing up his spine as Kakashi continued to remain still, even as his hand began to move.
The texture of cotton caressing his palm only seemed to heighten his senses, fingers trailing behind in their downward trek. Every stitch, every button, every teasingly-discreet rise of muscle provided an exhilarating accomplishment to traverse. With each second his heart thumped harder, because he knew Kakashi wouldn’t pretend to be blissfully unaware for much longer.
And he didn’t. Ignorance wasn’t his style.
Not a second later Sasuke found his wrist encased in blazing heat. Kakashi’s palm was warm. Hot, even. But not even the pleasurable sensation of such contact could stop his world from crashing down.
Alas his brain had rode the short bus today, but it had caught up nonetheless. And it brought gifts, including the knowledge that he’d just overstepped a very bold boundary. One he most certainly should not have crossed with a man, let alone a teacher. All because he had to act on impulse.
It was embarrassing. Not so much because he did it, but because he had been rejected in the process. No, he hadn’t expected Kakashi to condone his actions, but on that same note he hadn’t expected the said actions to occur either. So, at this point he wasn’t sure what to think.
His heart wasn’t racing anymore, in fact it seemed like it had instead opted for a free fall into the pit of his stomach. How nice of it, his intestines must be lonely. Despite all of this, somehow his sanity managed to claw its way overtop the unbearable dread he was feeling.
The least he could do was be coherent during the other’s lecture. And he knew one was coming. Kakashi always had something to say.
Only it never came.
No disappointed tone. No muttering about protocol or morals. No reprimanding remarks about personal space and crossing the line. Hell, he wasn’t even getting the “I think you should leave”.
But then maybe there were just too many things to say and Kakashi was looking for a way to sum them all up. Yes, that seemed plausible. Shooting a glance at his stone-faced math teacher, however, told him otherwise. The vacancy of his expression was familiar, but the motionlessness of it was not.
And it suddenly occurred to Sasuke that for once Kakashi didn’t know what to say.
Now, maybe it was because he was naturally impatient. Or maybe it was because he was suddenly viciously curious. Either way, this hole he’d dug himself into wasn’t getting any smaller, and what he said next gave it no chance of shrinking.
“If you know everything about me…why didn’t you know about this, Kakashi?”
The usage of his name-something Sasuke had never done before-seemed to provoke some sort of reaction, because Kakashi blinked, and then bowed his head to stare at the pale hand trapped in his own. He chuckled slightly, as if trying to lighten the mood and take away some of the awkwardness. “…I did.”
So Kakashi knew…somehow that information didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it would. However, the fact that Kakashi knew about his feelings before he did sent his blood rushing. Sasuke could feel his pulse throbbing forcefully under the man’s thumb, which twitched against his skin. But still, he frowned. “Why didn’t you say anything about it?”
Kakashi seemed to ponder this for a moment, before looking back up and offering a small smile. “Because then I’d have to spend my planning period alone.”
Somehow that both was and wasn’t the answer Sasuke was looking for. And it frustrated him. This was as far as he was willing to go with this conversation if all Kakashi wanted to do was turn it into a joke. So, with irritated resignation, he pulled his wrist back and prepared to leave.
But he was stopped yet again when he realized the grip hadn’t released him. Kakashi wasn’t smiling anymore.
“You can sit here and laugh about it all day, just let me go.” He tugged again, but that only resulted in the man pulling him closer.
“I never said anything to you because I knew it would end with you walking out the door and never coming back, exactly what you’re trying to do now. I enjoy being around you, Sasuke. I wouldn’t have asked you here today if I didn’t.”
Kakashi’s words weren’t helping, but maybe that was because he’d stopped listening. Nothing he said right now would pull this weight off his chest, nor would it remove this impending sense of regret. This is what he got for opening his mouth.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. This entire day was a disaster, and I just want it to end.”
As soon as Kakashi’s fingers lessened their grip, he used the moment to tear himself away. He was done bullshitting. Now, he really was going to leave. And no amount of Kakashi’s blunt honesty or guilt tripping was going to stop him.
But those strong hands grabbing him from behind-those might.
He had just reached the door handle when he was violently wrenched away. The sheer force behind it had him raggedly inhaling for the barest of seconds before being flung bodily into the wall.
The impact of it against his back was more jarring than painful, but the subsequent powerful grip against his shoulders was enough to make him wince in discomfort. And then Kakashi leaned in close, until his narrowed eyes were the only thing in view. Sasuke pushed himself further back in response.
Kakashi looked livid. No smile, no smirk. The aloof and relaxed trigonometry teacher was gone, replaced instead by this space-invading, heavily-breathing man pinning his body to the bulletin board.
This was raw Kakashi.
Movement of any type wasn’t an option, this time the man wasn’t letting up, which meant Sasuke wasn’t going anywhere until Kakashi said what he needed to say. It was truly terrifying, but some inexplicable part of him felt…electrified.
“You always run from your problems, Sasuke,” Kakashi’s gruff voice didn’t disappoint. It rumbled out in a manner that held Sasuke motionless, the tone carrying promises of further force should he be interrupted. “What will you do when they catch up with you?”
Sasuke found himself too dumbstruck to come up with a response. One large hand slithered down his right shoulder, tracing his limp arm in a fiery path of heat until it leapt down his side to settle on his hip. When Kakashi squeezed there, his stomach clenched.
Kakashi hummed out one of his casual hmms, only it wasn’t casual at all. It was a dark and breathy drawl that Sasuke’s ears picked up like radar. In the ensuing seconds, Sasuke watched as a playful smirk tugged at the corner of Kakashi’s mouth.
“I…” Fuck he forgot the question. “I don’t know.”
The lack of a sufficient answer didn’t seem to deter Kakashi a bit. Instead he just clicked his tongue against his teeth in a playful reprimand. “That’s alright, Sasuke. After all, I’ve always been there to teach you what you don’t know.”
Sasuke flinched against the grope of a second hand settling against the other side of his waist; he’d been too busy taking in the man’s words to notice the movement.
At this point he felt slightly light-headed, his brain unable to rationalize a logical explanation of what was happening. The thought was abandoned shortly after in favor of observing the way white wisps of hair hung messily against the man’s forehead. Only when he could see each individual strand did Sasuke realize how close they were.
Kakashi’s breath-which had been held for several seconds-fanned out against his cheek, encouraging Sasuke to release his own. But the ticklish feeling of the man’s nose nudging the strands of hair at his neck had him heaving in another deep one. At this point Kakashi let out another hmm, the vibrations pouring through his ear like a forbidden orchestra of lust.
“You face them.” A heated whisper.
And Sasuke’s eyes clenched shut as Kakashi’s body molded against him. His rushed breath intake complemented by the man’s heady exhale. This. The sensation of being smothered. The feeling of those hands bringing his hips forward. The liquid heat pouring from his erection as it pushed against another rigid hardness. It was everything he could ask for, and more.
Sasuke’s jaw lost all purpose, leaving his mouth wide and panting, because fuck Kakashi knew what he was doing. Lips found the sensitive skin beneath his ear, followed soon after by teeth. The flat tips of incisors pressing against his neck ignited a blazing heat down his body, followed quickly by a cooled chill.
The sensation sent him lurching forward, bucking their bodies together in a lewd maneuver that started out pure, but quickly turned corrupt. His heart had returned to his chest and was currently engaged in a boxing match with Kakashi’s, both ready to tear past all layers of flesh and cloth. To throb against each other with no barriers in between.
And they weren’t the only organs throbbing.
The closer those lips traveled to his mouth the harder the man’s hips seemed to press. Kakashi’s erection was intensely obvious through the thin material of his dress pants, and each time it dragged across Sasuke’s own, a ragged breath was plundered from his lungs. The friction of his denim jeans only amplified the feeling, liquid from his twitching dick revealing his lust in a sizeable wet patch.
His first noticeable moan came when Kakashi’s hand gripped him roughly, thin lips sealing overtop and stealing the sound from his mouth. Soft cotton balled up in his hands as he clutched the man’s shirt.
It was dizzying. Like he was falling and flying at the same time.
His mind swam with sexual intoxication, with the overwhelming thought that this was really happening. And that Kakashi’s hand was really rubbing and stroking him through his pants. Kakashi’s tongue was really flicking against his teeth and lips like some sort of serpent.
It was just…surreal.
-Only it wasn’t. Everything was right here in front of him. Kakashi was here. He was against him. And he wanted him. The logic and reasoning could wait.
Sasuke’s hands didn’t hesitate this time when they mapped out the clothed terrain of Kakashi’s torso. There was no hand there to stop him when fingertips nudged a belt buckle, untucking the shirt from it, and using the loosened material to run his hands underneath and along pale skin.
His mouth finally opened against the poking and prodding and his tongue rushed forth, thoroughly catching the man off guard. It slid past Kakashi’s slick muscle and delved beyond the man’s lips, rubbing lightly against the roof of his mouth. Much better than a stupid pen cap.
But then Kakashi pulled back, reddened lips parted, and breathing a lot rougher than he was earlier. The hand on him also retreated back to his waist as they locked eyes. If Kakashi was choosing now to give his lecture…he just might lose his mind.
It took a few seconds of staring, but slowly the lazy smile came back and helped assuage Sasuke’s doubts. “So, Sasuke, are you ready to face me?”
This, Sasuke assumed, was a heavily-coded inquiry for ‘Do you want to do this?’ He appreciated the sentiment, really, but found it wholly unnecessary. He didn’t just waltz into these situations without knowing where they led. That was all Naruto right there.
Five fingers swept delicately up the man’s side, traveling past his ribcage and settling in the middle of his chest. Sasuke lightly tapped the shallow dip between hard muscle, a much more subdued repeat of his performance earlier. Then his eyes flickered up, settling on the gray irises he’d gazed into almost every day for two years. And he smirked.
“You’re supposed to know everything, remember?”
Just minutes later found Kakashi comfortably seated in his chair and Sasuke awkwardly sprawled out across his desk.
“You know you could’ve given me a bit more room. There’s so much junk up here, and I have no idea what’s digging into my back right now, just that I’ll probably need a tetanus shot later.”
Kakashi’s expression showed just how much he cared. He didn’t even look up or pause until after he’d gotten Sasuke’s pants undone. He blinked once, twice, and then, “Just push it on the floor, it’s not like it matters.”
Well yes, actually, it did matter because he didn’t want to be picking up a bunch of broken shit later. Not to mention the volume alone of a thousand or so objects hitting the floor would alert the attention of the entire town. And that wasn’t an exaggeration.
That left Sasuke to huff disapprovingly, sitting up in a slouch and doing his best to clear off the small area of desk behind him. Erasers, stray papers, and note cards were left undisturbed in favor of removing the pointier and more damaging objects…like the stapler and scotch tape dispensers.
It was a good thing he’d gotten the majority of it out of the way because two seconds later he was thrown off balance and immediately fell backward. He was wrong, erasers did hurt.
Through it all, he still found the time to glare at the man overhead, even though it went ignored. Kakashi was much more engrossed with the task of pulling his pants down and off, along with his shoes, socks, and boxers, though not necessarily in that order.
Arching his back and twisting his hand underneath his spine, he strained to find the eraser that felt positively wedged into his vertebrae. He’d just brushed his finger against the rubber when an alarming combination of heat and wetness sent him slumping bonelessly back against the desk. Both the eraser and the lower half of his forearm were left buried beneath the weight of his body, forgotten.
His freehand clenched around what sounded like a paper and his entire body filled with tension. Straining his neck to look up, he both saw and felt the mop of white hair nudging against his lower stomach, causing it to twitch. He watched as it slowly moved up, just enough to let him see the bridge of a nose and spread lips around his…Fuck!
His head fell hard back against the desk, eyes rolling up as Kakashi sucked on the way back down. Against the arms of the chair, where his feet were propped, his toes dug into the worn leather.
Then he felt Kakashi’s tongue. It was rough and slick and amazing as it made slithery trails over every area imaginable. It followed Kakashi’s mouth with every backwards pull, zigzagging, tracing the rim, and sliding up and over the head. Sasuke felt it circle and then swoop down on the tip, licking away the fluid practically oozing from it.
And then it dug in for more, and more, and more until Sasuke broke out in goosebumps and cried out with a desperate moan of jumbled octaves.
He bit the inside of his cheek, craning his neck up again and biting back curses against the site of his fidgeting body. Kakashi was moving faster now, so it was getting harder not to become catatonic. His feet had now leapt from the chair and were hugging the sides of Kakashi’s body like a lifeline.
Freedom had finally found its way to his trapped hand, and it wasted no time in setting up camp in Kakashi’s hair. The strands twined around his fingers easily, and Sasuke used the leverage to brush it back from the man’s face. He almost wished he didn’t do that.
Through lowered eyelids, Kakashi’s eyes were set on him. From around the tip of his cock, the corners of the man’s mouth widened into a very, very inappropriate smile. Sasuke watched with slack lips as a tongue emerged, darting from one side to another.
He felt his throat tighten when a pale eyebrow was raised.
A hand, one Sasuke hadn’t even noticed resting against his thigh, moved over to grip the base of his cock, tilting it upward as the mouth moved down, down, down.
And he flinched because the feeling of a tongue lapping at his balls was borderline ticklish. But then the strokes became bolder, the swipes became more frequent, until finally Kakashi’s mouth enveloped them both.
Sasuke stopped to realize the sudden feeling of blood rushing, muscles tightening, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. But all it took was one gentle moment of suction from Kakashi’s mouth to have him bolt upwards, one hand pushing the man’s face back while the other formed a tight ring at the base of his erection.
Sasuke wasn’t a believer, but Jesus.
“Guess that’s not your thing, hm?” Apparently Kakashi misread his knit eyebrows and labored breathing and completely overlooked the fact that he almost blew a load into the ceiling.
“More like too much of my thing,” he mumbled breathlessly, slumping back against the desk and feeling the mounting pleasure slowly die down.
“I’ll give you a break for a minute, then.”
Sasuke’s eyes drifted shut as he grunted a noise of affirmation. The feeling of hands suddenly spreading him wide, however, had them snapping back open in an instant. He might not have an entirely accurate internal clock, but he knew there was no way in hell sixty seconds were up already.
An exhale of warm breath was his only warning before he felt the wet flick of a tongue against a part of him he least expected Kakashi to lick.
He reacted with a full-body spasm, twitching violently beneath the arm conveniently holding his hips down.
“What are you doing?!” he hissed, jumping as Kakashi’s tongue tapped against him a second time.
“Just relax, you’re too uptight. If you focus less on what I’m doing to you and more on how it feels, it’ll get a lot better.”
Even in Kakashi-logic, that sounded flawed.
The arm draped across his hips showed no signs of letting him budge, nonverbally confirming this was going to happen whether he liked it or not. Breathing a noise of apprehension, he shut his eyes against the bright ceiling lights and focused on hiding the tension in his muscles.
Let it be known that was extremely difficult to do when a strong hand insisted on spreading his ass open further.
Lips compressed against the feeling of Kakashi’s nose accidentally knocking into his skin as the man shifted closer. Another exhaled breath flowed across the exposed area, causing the tight ring of muscle to flutter. As Sasuke anticipated another subtle tap, he was completely thrown when Kakashi’s tongue returned in a tantalizing stab.
Even with his mouth clamped shut, there was no mistaking the awkward noise permeating from his throat. Rather than pulling away, the wet muscle maintained contact, licking swift stripes in a broad circle, slowly narrowing further and further until-
“Ah, fuck!”
Sasuke wasn’t sure how to describe the sensation of that, only that it caused his fingers to knot together and his cock made a hearty leap against his stomach. And it wasn’t stopping.
Up, down, left, right, criss, cross, even with closed eyelids Sasuke followed the patterns, aware of the way each change in direction kicked his temperature up ten degrees.
And then it pushed so steadily that Sasuke could feel his body parting and then surrounding it. He was ashamed to admit he might need a respirator at this point. The way it kicked and jerked inside him was sending his breathing rate off the charts.
His lungs weren’t the only body parts suffering, either.
Above his head, his fingers had tied themselves together so forcefully they were numb with the lack of blood. His toes weren’t much better off. And he didn’t even have to open his eyes to identify the river of fluid decorating his stomach.
Unable to sit still anymore, Sasuke rose to secure himself with his elbows, feeling the weight of Kakashi’s arm release him as the hand left to conquer bigger and better things. Through newly blurred eyesight, he watched as it disappeared, knowing exactly where its destination was when the man’s slippery muscle finally retracted from his ravished body.
He tipped his head back against the much sturdier intrusion, feeling Kakashi slide it halfway in without much leeway. The man had since returned to his earlier height, hair disheveled, and lips glistening in such a manner that Sasuke was forced to slip his eyes shut yet again.
The fingers were grueling. If he had to identify a downside to sex, that would be his choice. Still, hearing Kakashi’s deep, uneven breaths, and the firm yet relaxing grip against his thigh made it tolerable for the most part.
It didn’t take long. Kakashi was rather quick in his methods and Sasuke forced his body to acclimated faster because he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last otherwise.
And finally, finally legs were swept over shoulders and bodies were pressed together. Through their unbuttoned shirts, their hearts were abuzz with adrenaline, their skin damp from the sweat of anticipation. They stared hard at each other, the echo of the clock overhead proving the slow in time.
Kakashi grasped Sasuke’s hand, pulling it flush against his body and edging it down past his hips to touch hard flesh.
“You do it,” he urged.
Sasuke swallowed past the lump in his throat, and then nodded dazedly. Gripping the man’s cock in his hand, he felt Kakashi’s head drop against his shoulder as he edged his body closer.
Heat flared as skin nudged skin, growing nearly unbearable as together they pushed. The friction was maddening, and Sasuke held his breath against the painful tingling of a forced stretch. He welcomed the following blinding-hot numbness almost as much as the need-laced moan hovering next to his ear.
His grip was released, and Kakashi followed his lead to push the rest of the way in. Kakashi rushed into him like a drill, leaving Sasuke a shuddering mess beneath at the unexpected roughness.
Bodies pressed tightly together, Sasuke moaned at the next few shallow thrusts. He could feel the man’s cock edging further and further into his body, dragging against his inner walls and reducing his mind to oh fuck yes.
And then Kakashi leaned up, spreading his hands across the desk, skidding papers and the like back and out of the way. Something shattered against the floor, the sound falling on deaf ears as their movements grew more intense.
Sasuke couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight of Kakashi moving above him. From his dilated eyes, to his gently parted lips, it was all entirely mesmerizing, and Sasuke was suddenly struck again with amazement that this was really happening.
But oh fuck yes it was, as sure as that hand on his cock.
The muscles in his abdomen grew taut and his eyes began to droop. The pleasure was picking up like a breeze and the tornado was steadily approaching. Both hands flew down to grab Kakashi’s cotton-clad shoulders, digging into the skin underneath as his body fought to buck back against the one eagerly slamming into his.
Wood creaked overhead under the force of Kakashi’s palm, which Sasuke assumed was gripping the desk for leverage. Something had to be adding the extra ferocity to his thrusts. They were now coming too fast for Sasuke to keep up with, feeling the driving force of in come before he could register the pulling of out.
Constant noise corrupted his vocal cords, and Kakashi’s unrestrained groans from above were taken to a whole different level. His spine was buzzing with the rate it was being rocked against the desk, but the feeling was completely extinguished by the devastating spiral of ecstasy that coiled tighter. And tighter.
“Ka-!” His lungs closed off as he was pulled under. The water surrounded him and he was drowning. Drowning in this hurricane of lust and euphoria that he didn’t want to survive. It was crashing over him, wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure that left him convulsing and pouring everything he was all over Kakashi’s fingers.
And he kept shaking and shuddering, choking out rough groans, even as the thrusts became irregular, even as Kakashi released a haggard moan and flooded his insides with a fever he’d never recover from.
Even when it ended and they lay there as one exhausted trembling mess.
Sasuke waited with bated breath and widened eyes for his brain to catch up. For the inevitable did I just do that recollection, and subsequent what was I thinking reaction.
Imagine his surprise when it never came. Not even when they clumsily pulled apart and hopped off the desk to fix their clothes.
Afterward, there was no life-altering conversation, and still no serious lecture. Really there was little talk at all unless you counted Kakashi’s mourning of a certain broken Chihuahua mug and Sasuke’s sarcastic reply about how “they weren’t supposed to matter”.
Admittedly, nostalgia found its way into the room, leaving Sasuke to remark about it vaguely and Kakashi to confirm he was still welcome to come back whenever he liked.
“I wasn’t even talking about that.” He lied.
Kakashi smiled. “I know, I was just making sure you knew.”
Saying goodbye wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be either. Kakashi remained behind to finally clean his desk, leaving Sasuke to walk home with a clear head. Clearer than it had been all day, at least.
He was halfway across the parking lot when he felt it. A muffled vibrating against his right leg. Reaching into his pocket, he extracted the tiny cell phone. The screen lit up to highlight a number both familiar and foreign to his eyes.
As it continued to buzz animatedly in his palm, Sasuke reflected back to what Kakashi had said to him. He wondered if he really was ready to move on now.
The phone was re-pocketed without a second glance.
Yeah, he was.