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Exhibit N
By : AvenaSativa
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke
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Exhibit N
Chapter 2
It was the second week since Sasuke had witnessed the incident, as he had come to call it. The second week since his plans for enjoying the final week of his summer break had taken a radically unexpected turn. He had returned to school this week for his final year as a high school student. That put him in the same class as Naruto, though he attended a small private independent school whereas Naruto attended the large public school.
His first week of classes had gone as well as he had expected. He had taken an extra class nearly every semester of his first three years with the intent of having a relatively easy final year, and now his efforts were paying off. He had only four of the serious academic classes required to graduate, which left him with the two electives he opted to take for personal enjoyment, his lunch period, and a study hall that allowed him to have even less homework than he already would.
The week had taken his mind off of the incident, but now it was Saturday and he simply couldn't keep the images from replaying over and over in his head. It was like having a song stuck in his head, except this time was the first time it had happened with a visual source rather than an audio source. And there wasn't anything particularly good or bad about it. Like the songs, some could be fun while others could be annoying. Having one stuck was inherently neutral, and that was how he felt about the mental video reel that kept rewinding and repeating on his imaginary projector screen. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but it was there and it couldn't be ignored.
At the sound of the bus approaching, he cleared his mind and returned to reality. He had gone further into the main city for a dinner at his favorite restaurant and a walk around town to browse some of the confectionary stores that he didn't have near the suburban outskirts of the city where he lived. He would take this trip every few weeks, not just for the food and the sweets that he knew he shouldn't have so many of, but also to be around the larger and more active social scene of the big city. Granted, his introverted nature meant he didn't care to participate in it very often, but he wasn't a recluse either, and he appreciated being around a small amount of people as long he didn't need to focus on anything and they were minding their own business. Crowds were annoying, for sure… but this late at night, with only a handful of people per block? It was just right for a casual and relaxing walk.
Since Sasuke's car was unreliable to the point that it was almost an emergency resort for even moderate lengths of travel, he usually walked or jogged everywhere. But that was a luxury of living in a smaller community, and when traveling into the main city, he had to rely on public transportation. The ten-o'clock bus pulling up to the stop now was his last ticket home without having to pay for a taxi, and as it came to a stop, he stepped on and gave an absent-minded nod to the driver. The buses weren't particularly crowded at this time of night - another reason he preferred coming out later in the evening - and with the lack of traffic congestion, the ride was typically quite smooth.
Much like the theater, Sasuke preferred to take the back seats in the bus. He casually walked down the aisle toward the rear of the bus, noting the bits of dirt and scattered food wrappers on the floor in front of him. It was only when he nearly reached the back that he looked up and jolted to a stop.
'Oh, hell no!'
To his left, two seats ahead of him, was the blond giant that had been the subject of his stray thoughts for nearly two weeks. His broad, round shoulders rested well above the backrest of the seat, and though the seats were meant to fit two, Sasuke noticed that, like in the theater, only the skinniest person would find enough space to sit next to the blond - and that was if he scrunched up against the window. But since he was only leaning away from aisle a bit, he had the entire seat to himself.
He was also wearing another basketball jersey, this time a white one with orange highlights. It wasn't the Konoha Leaves' official school uniform, so Sasuke figured it must have been one of Naruto's personal outfits. He wouldn't be surprised if Naruto designed his entire wardrobe to be as revealing as possible while still passing as legitimate public apparel. His basketball outfits certainly fit the bill.
Sasuke blinked and broke his sudden stare. The guy was gazing out the window, once again seemingly unaware of Sasuke's presence. Sasuke quickly took the next seat to his right, across from the blond and one row in front of him. Without a second spared, he also turned to stare out his own window, hoping the blond hadn't noticed him and would continue to remain ignorant of his presence.
As the bus closed its door and began to move, Sasuke scowled at his reflection in the glass. How had he been so distracted that he hadn't noticed the guy until he was nearly in front of him?! How do you miss a guy so monumental that even his brother, with all his visual impairments, could spot him through a crowd a block away? Well, actually, it was the guy's fault in the first place, but Naruto wasn't the kind of person you walked up to and smacked - unless you wanted your arm ripped off. Then again, he didn't seem like a mean guy with a jock complex, but Sasuke wasn't in a rush to find out first-hand.
After his brief moment of self-berating, Sasuke thought back a minute to the sight that surprised him so much. Previously, he had only seen Naruto in the dim lighting of the theater, but now that he saw him in proper lighting, the strapping blond athlete looked even that much more impressive. He had a golden tan that looked so much like his natural skin color rather than the result of too much time frying in the sun or lying on a tanning bed, and his face was… well, handsome. Possibly gorgeous. And the loose v-cut neck with its thin straps and low armholes of his jersey revealed inches of the top and side of his pecs. They sat like two thick blocks on his chest, puffed up like a billboard saying, "just try me." Sasuke often rolled his eyes at those manbooby-looking pecs that some other guys had - those ones with a huge protrusion of muscle at the bottom that diminished upward to absolutely nothing by the point they reached the collarbone - but Naruto's had a perfectly consistent thickness from bottom to top. Everything Sasuke thought could go wrong or look ugly with intensely muscular builds, Naruto was quickly doing away with. He never really paid attention to other guys' builds, but one of Naruto's immense size was simply impossible to ignore. He wanted to take another look, but didn't want to risk eye contact, or any other form of acknowledgement.
But then, what was he so scared of? The most the guy would do was come over and try to talk. After all, this wasn't the back row of a dark and near-empty theater. This was a small closed-in public transit unit, lit almost as bright as day, with windows open to anybody passing by. There were two rows of seats behind Naruto, and three other passengers back there, as well as another ten in the rows up front. A talk would be awkward, especially if it recalled the events of the previous night, but nowhere near as awkward as having a repeat of the event.
Sasuke closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, then focused on pretending that the passing cars and buildings were of great interest to him. It would only be about twenty to thirty minutes before he reached his destination. Hopefully less. Maybe the big blond would get off before he did.
Still, why was he even here? In all the years Sasuke had been making these trips, never once had Naruto made an appearance. Then suddenly, not even two weeks after the theater incident, he's sitting on the same bus, in the same area that Sasuke usually used? Well, Naruto was there first, so obviously he wasn't being followed. But it was too coincidental to ignore, even if the blond was apparently paying no heed to his presence.
The bus traveled for a few more minutes before he heard the sound of one of the passengers in the back jolt up from his seat.
"Dude, what the hell?!" he heard the guy say, the surprise evident in his tone. He could hear him quickly tapping the shoulder of the guy next to him. "Look at this crap!"
Then he heard the sound of the other guy stand up, along with the sound of his magazine landing on the seat a second later. "What in the…"
Finally, the sound of jewelry jingling and a soft gasp signified the girl in the back row had gotten up to observe whatever had grabbed the attention of the two men.
'No way…' Sasuke thought as the only possibility for the source of their shock and surprise came to mind. 'He wouldn't…' Sasuke tried to convince himself for all of three seconds before he turned his head backward to look, then immediately snapped it forward. 'He would!'
The blond had the front of his white basketball shorts pulled down onto his thighs, and both his hands were sliding up and down his full-blown erection. After overcoming his own shock, Sasuke took another glance back at the other passengers. He could look for a moment - they certainly weren't paying attention to him.
The first guy looked to be late twenties; slim build, shaggy brown hair, casual dress of dark t-shirt and shorts - probably coming back from a night on the town. The second guy was a bit heavier with a professional look; short black hair trimmed to acceptable businessman standards, tan dress shirt, briefcase resting on his seat - probably returning after a late night at the office. The girl was closer to Sasuke's age; multi-colored hair, big jingly earrings, necklace and bracelets on both wrists; loose-fitting high-neck tank top with incredibly short jean shorts - probably a college student doing who-knows-what.
His eyes were again drawn to the large blond athlete. He seemed to have foregone the foreplay of the theater and jumped right into outright masturbating. The guy's brazenness was nearly as immense as his build. He paid no need to the small crowd staring at him, his eyes constantly closing as he took in deep breaths and occasionally leaned his head back.
"Is that thing even for real?" The first guy asked to nobody in particular. The second guy shrugged, inattentive to the fact that nobody was looking at him.
Apparently the first guy's curiosity finally got the better of him, because a few minutes later, he slowly and cautiously took a seat next to the blond, who quickly gave him a brief glance out the corner of his eye before continuing on with his activity.
The guy stared for a few moments, before reaching across his chest with his left hand. He paused to observe the blond one last time, before slightly turning to his right and cautiously reaching out for Naruto's erection.
Just as his hand was about to touch, Naruto's left hand suddenly grasped his, and he flashed the startled guy a look of pure warning. The glare was so intense, even Sasuke felt like melting into the ground, despite it not even being directed at him. Naruto kept the guy in suspense as he began to mutter stammering apologies once his voice had returned. After the guy had run out of words, Naruto set the offending hand back down in the offender's lap, then released his gaze and returning to masturbating. The guy slowly stood up and returned to his seat, still watching the blond from behind, and now rubbing his aching wrist from where the blond's massive hand had consumed his.
Apparently the interaction had drawn the attention of at least one other passenger ahead of them, because now an older woman stood up and moved toward the back of the bus. Late fifties at least, quite portly, short brown hair in a perm that looked like a small afro; full-length clearance-rack dress with red, blue, white and green flower print on it; small leather purse around her right shoulder - probably a conservative and overprotective nanny who wrote letters of complaint to television and radio stations regarding non-family-friendly content.
Once she saw what had grabbed the other people's attention, she let out a shriek of horror. "Driver!" she yelled at the man in the front. "Driver! Come back here now!"
"Be there in a minute," the he replied in a bored voice.
"Driver, come back immediately! There's an indecent display going on!"
"Just wait a second. I'm about to pull into the next stop."
"Hurry! Hurry!" she screamed in a shrill pitch as she took small speedy steps toward the front, hands on her cheeks and mouth wide open.
Sasuke glanced back again to see that the people had only given her a brief look before moving their eyes back to the masturbating blond, who had continued with no regard to the shrieking woman at all. A few other people were looking back, but nobody was curious enough to get up and see for themselves.
As the bus pulled to a stop and the door opened, the driver, a short and slender old man with thinning gray hair and dark wrinkled skin, got up and strolled past the frantically pointing woman to see what had her so riled up. He took one brief bewildered look at the colossal young passenger sliding his hands up and down his enormous erection before sighing and turning around to take his seat again.
The woman looked in shock at him as he passed by. "Well, aren't you going to do something??" she screamed in his ear.
"What do you mean, do something?!" He gave the woman an irritated glance. "Look at the guy! Even if you riled up all fifteen of the passengers, you probably wouldn't even be able to get him out of his seat! How do you expect me to get him off the bus??" Seeing that he stumped the woman, he returned to his driver's seat while the flustered woman stormed after him and promptly stepped out the door. Three other passengers follower her, all taking final glances back, but missing the sight.
With no new passengers boarding the bus, the driver shut the door and continued the drive to the next stop - the one where Sasuke would be departing. If the drive went as usual, it would be just less than ten minutes until he could leave.
He counted down the time while trying and failing to not stare at the blond as he continued his self-service. He seemed to have stepped up the intensity sometime during the woman's tirade, and now there was precum pouring from the tip of his erection and pooling in another puddle on the floor. He had pulled the legs of his shorts up, and now they were wrapped around his upper thighs like a large headband.
Sasuke's attention was drawn out the window next to the blond. The bus was passing the grocery store on the corner of the intersection leading toward his stop. It would be about three minutes until he'd be stepping off.
It was almost as if Naruto had sensed this, because his masturbating had picked up to a furious pace. His eyes were almost entirely closed and his head was rolling farther and farther back. Sasuke once again broke his stare and looked forward, but it was only after another minute that he heard the blond's voice hitch in his throat, once, then twice, and he figured he knew what that meant.
Sure enough, a sound like fabric being torn erupted from the blond's seat. Sasuke glanced back at him to see his hands to the side and a thick stream of semen spraying against the back of the leather seat. The sheer pressure of the ejaculation caused it to spread in all directions, some of it splashing across the sides of the seat, some of it pouring directly on the ground, and more of it shooting in globs and rivulets above the top of the seat, fanning out from the center to the sides as it launched upward and fell back down to the ground.
Sasuke took a quick glance at the people in the back with their mouths hanging open as the flow of semen continued to issue forth. He couldn't help grin as they looked back and forth at each other once it came to a stop. He knew what was still coming, but they had no clue.
Sure enough, the second but somewhat shorter stream began spraying onto the back of the seat, though this time it gradually aimed higher and higher as Naruto grabbed the base of his erection and began to bend it upward, eventually causing the stream to spray above the back of the seat and onto the seats a few rows ahead.
The sound of his initial ejaculation had grabbed the attention of some of the passengers up front, and now everybody knew what was happening in the back. The whole bus, except the driver, watched as his second shot died down and his series of shorter ejaculations began. Granted, "shorter" in Naruto terminology was still at least a few feet long, and Sasuke gave an amused glance around the bus, watching people's eyes open wider and wider as more and more streams of semen launched from the blond and sprayed all over his area of the bus.
With a large seat directly in front of him, he didn't exactly have the full shooting range that the theater had provided, but he still managed to hit a number of targets - mostly the seats directly in front of him, but he also spattered a window a few rows ahead, along with hitting the ceiling twice. Sasuke only counted eleven shots in this series as opposed to the thirteen at the theater, though it wasn't as if anybody would ever say Naruto had under-performed. Besides, he still had his grand finale shot.
And sure enough, after a brief pause, one last stream of semen began spraying in an arc over the back of the seat. It covered some of the seat two rows ahead before suddenly surging and spraying a length of the ceiling then quickly dropping off.
As Naruto regained his breath, he let the erection diminish a slight bit before wiping the tip with his finger and wiping that on the rear of the seat in front of him. When he began to pull his shorts back up, Sasuke realized he was still staring and quickly snapped his head forward. What could he do now? Even if he could have feigned ignorance of the stares from the three people in the back, the ruckus the woman had caused would have made it obvious to Naruto that he had at least watched a portion of his show. Now he was the only passenger in the entire bus who wasn't staring at the blond, and that would easily - and correctly - be understood as him simply pretending to be ignorant of the show, which was as good as admitting he had watched the entire thing.
As the driver pulled up to Sasuke's stop, he decided he'd immediately get up and get out before anything could happen between him and the blond. But as he turned to get up, he noticed Naruto was already getting up and stepping out from his seat. He quickly turned back and glared at the back of his seat as the blond walked by. Of course, the guy just had to exit at the stop he normally exited at. And just like at the theater, he didn't want to follow the blond out and chance an uncomfortable or embarrassing encounter. The shortness of the stop wouldn't guarantee anywhere near enough time to establish an adequate distance between the two. What to do, what to do…
He looked down at the aisle to see a huge shiny shoe print where Naruto had just passed by. He squinted at it quizzically. Then he saw the large puddle of semen that had accumulated at the foot of the blond's seat. 'His shoes were in that the whole time,' he realized. 'The soles must have gotten completely soaked.' He'd only crossed paths with the blond twice, and each time he saw things his wildest imagination would never conceive of. Now here he sat looking at another - a shoeprint made from leftover ejaculate. In a rare public display of shameless curiosity, Sasuke poked his head out from behind the seat and stared at the retreating blond as he left a trail of semen prints down the aisle.
Nobody said anything as he passed by. They simply stared at him. Only the driver, who had missed the entire ejaculation, muttered as he passed by, "hope you enjoyed yourself." The blond gave him a brief nod and walked out the door.
By this point, Sasuke decided he wouldn't be ending his ride here. He'd take the bus to the next stop and figure his way home from there. He had no idea where "there" was, as he'd never ridden the bus past his regular stop. But it would certainly be less hassle than being caught in another unprecedented and abnormal situation with the blond.
And so he sat back as the bus closed its door and continued on its way. If anybody else had meant to depart at that stop, then they were obviously having the same thoughts he was. Or maybe they just weren't thinking at all. They all looked like they'd been hit with stun guns. Then again, the lingering mess had to be unlike anything they'd ever seen. Dribbles of white fluid were still falling from the ceiling, and the back of the seat in front of Naruto's spot was still draining into the puddle on the floor. Well, Sasuke was right about one thing. The blond certainly had gotten off before he did - just not in the way he had originally anticipated.
Still… twice in two weeks. It was too much of a coincidence. Unless Naruto had suddenly decided this was the semester he'd spend his days masturbating in every public venue he could possibly hit, there had to be more to his appearances than just random chance. The fact that he had been in the bus before Sasuke just didn't seem convincing. If the theater appearance were intentional, it could easily be attributed to being followed. But if this appearance were intentional, it could only be attributed to anticipation. In which case, Sasuke had a feeling he'd be seeing Naruto again.

It was only later that night when the driver pulled the empty bus into the company lot and gave it his final inspection that he discovered the sticky white mess in the rear. He stared at the spatters and splotches on the ceiling and seats and the puddles on the floor for nearly a minute before sighing and returning to the front to pick up a damage report form. He browsed the yellow sheet once, then more thoroughly a second time, and sighed again. They didn't even begin to have an option for a thing like this. And had that guy tracked footprints of the stuff all the way down the aisle? He shook his head, grabbed a large black marker, and wrote three words across the entire form before taking it to the supervisor's office and dropping it through the slot in her door.
The next morning found the supervisor staring at the form in confusion. She shrugged, then took it down the hall and passed it to the cleaning crew. They also stared at it in confusion, then grabbed all their highest-grade material and set to work. If the guy said "DECONTAMINATE ENTIRE BUS," then a decontaminated bus is what he'd get.
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Exhibit N	By : AvenaSativa Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 2912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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