Getting Credit
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Adult
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9
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Cold Feet
Disclaimer: Consider it disclaimed.
Warnings: Yaoi, boring-ness…
A/N What’s this? Another chapter within a week? What a novelty. Anyway, I was in a better mood when I wrote this, but for consistency’s sake I’m keeping the style the same. So yes, I know it’s god-awful. That’s part of its charm. Kind of.
Getting Credit
Chapter 2 ~ Cold Feet
Class dismissed. I stand, closing up my notes. Kiba is beside me, taking my book and filing it away into his bag. He catches my eye with a grin. I smile back, but turn my head to look for the dark-eyed boy. He’s gone. I see him disappearing out the classroom door. He’d been silent the entire class. My smile fades. I think his name is Sasuke.
I jump when an arm slips around my waist. A chin settles on my shoulder. I smell Kiba’s shampoo.
“What are you looking at?” He says it soft in my ear. I shrug.
“Just wondering if it’s still raining,” I say. I don’t know why I lie.
“Hm,” he says, giving me a squeeze. “Come one, I’ll take you home.”
I nod and pull on my raincoat as we fly from the room. Outside, it’s stopped raining. The sky is a smoky grey, with angelic streaks of light piercing the clouds. The air tastes wild and new. Everything feels clean after rain.
We squelch through puddles on our way to his car. It’s an ugly, beat-up thing that fits three people and a surfboard when crammed. We slide in and he returns the car, spluttering and rattling, to life. There is a unique smell in Kiba’s car, been there since I first rode in it. Dog and sea and salt and sand.
“Kiba, your car smells like ass,” I tell him. Another lie, but only because I want to watch his face. He scowls and I steal a grin where he can’t see.
“Gee, thanks. Remind me to leave you drowning in the rain next time.” He tries to sound bitter, but I can feel his humor, the same way he feels mine.
I smirk, and decide I don’t want to get stuck babysitting tonight. I sneak an eye to Kiba. I can see the bulge of his cell in a denim pocket. I make a grab for it. He swerves, nearly throwing us off the road.
“Jesus,” I snap, “What the hell! Are you trying to kill us?”
“Says the person groping my thigh. Hello? I’m driving! If you want to feel me up, do it when we’re stationary,” he shoots back. My hand retreats, embarrassed.
“I want your cell phone,” I say it more sharp than I mean. “I’m calling my mom.”
“Fine, fine,” he grumbles, fishing in his pocket. “Just ask next time.”
I take the phone. “I’m spending the night,” I inform him. “What’s my speed dial?”
“Hold down the one,” he says.
I do. It starts to ring. “Quick,” I say, “Excuses?”
He grunts, a grin stretching across his face. “Kinky sex. Kiba’s weekly blowjob needs. Escaped tigers.”
I hold up a finger to silence him. My mom has just picked up.
“Hello?” She sounds tired, distracted. I can hear the twins howling in the background.
“Hey mom, it’s me. Can I spend the night at Kiba’s?”
“Will you do your work and get to school on time?”
“Yeah, we’re going to–” Kiba mouths ’sex therapy’ at I punch him in the arm – “study together,” I tell her.
She sighs, “Alright. Have fun. Call me tonight. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I hang up. Kiba is snickering.
“I love you, too, Naru-chan,” he teases.
“Stuff it,” I shoot him an evil glare.
He grins and slings an arm around my shoulders, and I pout, staring at my feet. My shoes are still wet.
A/N Another short chapter, sorry. And what’s this? Naruto has a mom? And siblings? What a scandal. He has a dad, too, by the way. I’m just not in the mood for dead parents. And no, Kiba and Naruto aren’t fucking, at least not right now. They’re just close friends. Anyway, happy Chinese New Year, people. Thanks for reading.
Warnings: Yaoi, boring-ness…
A/N What’s this? Another chapter within a week? What a novelty. Anyway, I was in a better mood when I wrote this, but for consistency’s sake I’m keeping the style the same. So yes, I know it’s god-awful. That’s part of its charm. Kind of.
Getting Credit
Chapter 2 ~ Cold Feet
Class dismissed. I stand, closing up my notes. Kiba is beside me, taking my book and filing it away into his bag. He catches my eye with a grin. I smile back, but turn my head to look for the dark-eyed boy. He’s gone. I see him disappearing out the classroom door. He’d been silent the entire class. My smile fades. I think his name is Sasuke.
I jump when an arm slips around my waist. A chin settles on my shoulder. I smell Kiba’s shampoo.
“What are you looking at?” He says it soft in my ear. I shrug.
“Just wondering if it’s still raining,” I say. I don’t know why I lie.
“Hm,” he says, giving me a squeeze. “Come one, I’ll take you home.”
I nod and pull on my raincoat as we fly from the room. Outside, it’s stopped raining. The sky is a smoky grey, with angelic streaks of light piercing the clouds. The air tastes wild and new. Everything feels clean after rain.
We squelch through puddles on our way to his car. It’s an ugly, beat-up thing that fits three people and a surfboard when crammed. We slide in and he returns the car, spluttering and rattling, to life. There is a unique smell in Kiba’s car, been there since I first rode in it. Dog and sea and salt and sand.
“Kiba, your car smells like ass,” I tell him. Another lie, but only because I want to watch his face. He scowls and I steal a grin where he can’t see.
“Gee, thanks. Remind me to leave you drowning in the rain next time.” He tries to sound bitter, but I can feel his humor, the same way he feels mine.
I smirk, and decide I don’t want to get stuck babysitting tonight. I sneak an eye to Kiba. I can see the bulge of his cell in a denim pocket. I make a grab for it. He swerves, nearly throwing us off the road.
“Jesus,” I snap, “What the hell! Are you trying to kill us?”
“Says the person groping my thigh. Hello? I’m driving! If you want to feel me up, do it when we’re stationary,” he shoots back. My hand retreats, embarrassed.
“I want your cell phone,” I say it more sharp than I mean. “I’m calling my mom.”
“Fine, fine,” he grumbles, fishing in his pocket. “Just ask next time.”
I take the phone. “I’m spending the night,” I inform him. “What’s my speed dial?”
“Hold down the one,” he says.
I do. It starts to ring. “Quick,” I say, “Excuses?”
He grunts, a grin stretching across his face. “Kinky sex. Kiba’s weekly blowjob needs. Escaped tigers.”
I hold up a finger to silence him. My mom has just picked up.
“Hello?” She sounds tired, distracted. I can hear the twins howling in the background.
“Hey mom, it’s me. Can I spend the night at Kiba’s?”
“Will you do your work and get to school on time?”
“Yeah, we’re going to–” Kiba mouths ’sex therapy’ at I punch him in the arm – “study together,” I tell her.
She sighs, “Alright. Have fun. Call me tonight. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I hang up. Kiba is snickering.
“I love you, too, Naru-chan,” he teases.
“Stuff it,” I shoot him an evil glare.
He grins and slings an arm around my shoulders, and I pout, staring at my feet. My shoes are still wet.
A/N Another short chapter, sorry. And what’s this? Naruto has a mom? And siblings? What a scandal. He has a dad, too, by the way. I’m just not in the mood for dead parents. And no, Kiba and Naruto aren’t fucking, at least not right now. They’re just close friends. Anyway, happy Chinese New Year, people. Thanks for reading.