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@kawaboruweek Day 6: Roomates - Training - University

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KawaBoru Week: Day Two

Prompts: First Kiss

Rating: M

Work count: 5,600

First Base

They met through a mutual friend, Inojin, who had brought the two together since he felt certain Kawaki and Boruto would hit it off. They did, the two became fast friends and began hanging out on a regular basis. It wasn’t unusual for the pair to wind up on the phone, talking about nothing for who knows how long, or for them to go out together, not even thinking most of the time about inviting their other friends. They became friends at sixteen, and over the years that friendship had formed a strong bond between them—and also a mutual attraction that scared both of them greatly.

Kawaki was seventeen the first time he really looked at Boruto and thought, oh. He was cute and thoughtful, a bit of a brat too, but an adorable one. He was strong willed and determined whenever he set his mind to something. He was a good friend, always there to lend an ear, always there to make him smile even if it was the last thing he wanted to do at the time.

A year later was when the truth fell upon him with crushing force. Kawaki definitely had a crush on Boruto… but he’s never had a crush on anyone! And Boruto was like his best friend. He couldn’t exactly just change their whole relationship and ruin things for his own selfish desires. After all, he really just wanted to keep Boruto in his life. They were nineteen now and closer than ever, sometimes even staying the night with each other. It was awkward for Kawaki, but he always loved every second of it.

Boruto was always happiest when he was with Kawaki and stuck with him as if they were glued to the hip. He had always admired how his friend never cared what others thought, how he went for the things he wanted in life and wasn’t afraid to try. He pushed Boruto to take chances when he was afraid to and believe in himself when others didn’t. The blond knew he would never find another friend, never share such a connection and bond with someone. That made it even harder to come to terms with his feelings.

He noticed the boy that grew into a young man, the body and spirit that matured at a faster rate than he did. Boruto was drawn in and before he knew it he was caught. He wanted more than what they had despite being well aware that what they had was great. Their friendship was one of the most important things in the world to him, but the slight color in his cheeks and almost inaudible trimer in his voice could give him away. His feelings kept growing without a place to go because how could he confess? What would happen to them afterwards?

It wasn’t ever just Boruto or just Kawaki, now it was Boruto and Kawaki because they were two peas in a pod. He couldn’t lose his other half. They were together more than they were apart and there was a comfortability between them that couldn’t be shaken no matter how strongly they secretly pined for each other. A relationship between the two seemed impossible. It was too risky and neither of them were willing to lose the other over their uncontrollable feelings.

Kawaki kept silent about his affections, never speaking to anyone about his true feelings for his best friend. It wasn’t easy holding it all in, but he managed for the sake of both of them. He’d been lucky that Boruto hadn’t taken an interest in anyone, because Kawaki truthfully had no idea how he would react to that.

Today was Saturday and every Saturday Kawaki and Boruto always went to their local baseball field late in the afternoon to play together. Sometimes their other friends would join, but most of the time it ended up being just the two of them. Like today. Nobody else was at the field when they arrived and Kawaki carried his ball bag as they made their way onto the field. He dropped the bag and knelt down to unzip it.

“You want to bat first?” Kawaki asked as he pulled the bat out.

Boruto set his bag down as well with a wide grin. “Oh no, I’m pitching first and striking your ass out.”

“I’m your dreams.” Kawaki scoffed, standing up with his bat in hand. “We can throw a bit to warm up first if you want.”

The blond went into his bag to grab his glove, shrugging. “Sure. Just don’t get psyched out.” He teased.

“Worry about yourself.” Kawaki rolled his eyes and left his bat next to his bag to get his glove and a ball instead.

Boruto laughed as he jogged onto the field, leaving some space between them. “I’m feeling good today, in top form.” He said and waited for the other man.

Kawaki got his glove on his left hand as he positioned himself across from Boruto. “You always say that shit.”

“That’s right, so prepare yourself. I bring it every time.” Boruto told him and slipped on his glove, hitting it with his fist a few times to show he was ready.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Kawaki rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face as he prepared to throw the ball. “Here goes, make sure to protect yourself.”

“I got this!” Boruto had long been used to his heavy and hard throws.

Kawaki shook his head at Boruto’s enthusiasm that didn’t often wane. When he threw the ball for the first time, he didn’t use too much strength. He would work his way up to it. The blond could tell he was holding back when he caught it, but didn’t comment on the fact. It was a warm up after all. Boruto threw the ball back with an easy swing as well to start things off with.

When he caught the ball, Kawaki threw it right back without wasting a second, using a little more force this time. Boruto caught it with ease and Kawaki backed up a few feet so his next throw would have to be farther. The blond adjusted his stance and had to back up a step because of the height difference as he caught it. Keeping up the momentum, Boruto tossed the ball a second later and added more force to increase its speed.

It was aimed perfectly and Kawaki grinned after he caught it. “Nice!”

“I learned from the best!” Boruto smiled, his heart fluttering at the praise. He just couldn’t help it when Kawaki looked at him like that.

“Damn right you did.” Kawaki laughed and threw the ball again, a little faster just because. “I’m ready to bat.”

Boruto caught it, thinking of the old days when Kawaki first taught him to play. He had struggled so much then and had come so far since. “Alright, let’s do this.” Now he could really give his friend a run for his money.

The blond went over to stand on the mound as the dark haired man exchanged his glove for his bat. Once he had it, Kawaki went to his post and stretched his arms, shaking them out before holding his bat at the ready. He bent his knees, taking the perfect stance and then turned his head to look at Boruto and wait. Boruto was distracted by the way his arms flexed just like he was at the beginning of every game. He caught himself though and hoped his friend didn’t notice. Winding his arm up, he bounced on his feet a few times before turning to his side.

Boruto stared Kawaki down and spun the ball in his hand as he calmed his mind. Then he lifted his leg for leverage and threw a heated curve ball to kick the game off with. Kawaki was admittingly impressed by the speed and precision of the pitch. Hitting the ball so that it wouldn’t go far and Boruto would be able to get it without too much trouble, Kawaki laughed.

“You keep getting better.” He called as Boruto jogged a few feet to the side to catch it. They never worried about running bases when it was just the two of them, they were just having fun and spending time together. They both liked doing that a lot. “Don’t take it easy on me now.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” Boruto smiled as he got back on the mound. “You ready for me?” It was time to take things up a notch.

“Been ready.” Kawaki smirked, eyes locked on the ball in Boruto’s hands.

The blond chuckled and got back into his stance, preparing to throw a fastball. He took a little longer than he needed to to make Kawaki wait for it and then let the ball fly. The ball flew so quickly, everything happened in an instant, but Kawaki made contact by only bunting the ball so that Boruto could get to it easily.

“Damn, Boruto. You keep surprising me.”

He caught the ball after a few steps and was only a little disappointed that his friend hit it as if it was child’s play. “I can say the same Mr. Pro baseball player. You’re really not holding back today.” The taller man had practically swatted that fast ball to the side.

“Yeah, well… you’ve gotten a lot better. So, I have to take things seriously.” Kawaki mused, getting back into position for another go. “You don’t hold back either.”

“Of course not, I’m trying to take your ass down.” Boruto grinned and started winding up again.

For the next few hours, the two played their hearts out—laughing and teasing and enjoying the sport and each other’s company. It wasn’t late, but the pair had worked up a hunger and when Boruto suggested they go for food, Kawaki agreed. They went for burgers at Boruto’s favorite place and then went their separate ways after.

It was the following day that Kawaki secured tickets to go see a game played by their favorite team—only one of the things they had in common. It was a last minute purchase only thanks to another friend going to though a breakup and no longer needing the tickets. The place was sold out and once Kawaki got his hands on the pair of tickets, he was itching to tell Boruto.

He wouldn’t though. He would wait and make it a surprise.

The day of the game was the following weekend. Kawaki and Boruto had seen each other many times since then, but somehow Kawaki had been able to keep the surprise a secret. He didn’t call Boruto about it until the morning of. It was early for him, but he woke up in a great mood and called the blond right after his shower—he hadn’t even gotten dressed yet.

“Hey, Kawaki.” Boruto yawned, sounding half asleep.

“Get dressed.” Kawaki said with a smirk.

“We going somewhere?” The blond asked curiously as he sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair. “How much time do I have before you get here?”

“Half an hour. I just got out of the shower, so, soon as I get dressed, I’m heading over.”

Boruto mentally thanked him for the image, having been blessed by the sight a few times over the years. “Hmm, okay. What should I wear?” They could be going to a wide range of places judging from past experiences.

“Something casual and comfortable. I’ll be in jeans and my favorite jersey. You could wear one of yours, or a T-shirt.” Kawaki said as he padded over to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer, grabbing a black pair of briefs.

“Casual and comfy, got it.” He stretched before plopping back down on his bed. “How long are you gonna keep me out this time?” He asked fondly, a part of him wishing their almost dates were real dates. Kawaki was the perfect doting boyfriend.

“All day. Hurry up, no taking all day in the shower. You better be ready when I get there. I want to have breakfast first.”

The order made Boruto smile and he vaguely wondered just how many meals the pair have had together. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

“Better be. See you in twenty.” Kawaki said before ending the call and stepping into his briefs. It wouldn’t take him long to get there and he couldn’t wait to surprise his crush.

The blond half rolled his eyes, noting the time was suddenly decreased by ten minutes. He rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Kawaki never played around, so he knew he needed to hurry.

Kawaki arrived before the twenty minutes were up, getting out of his car and jogging up to Boruto’s apartment. He turned the doorknob when he reached it and scowled at finding it unlocked. He’d chided Boruto too many times about not being more safe when he was alone.

Storming through the apartment, Kawaki muttered one curse after the next on his way to the blond’s bedroom and slammed the door open, making him scream and chunk the shirt in his hand across the room. He was in only a pair of briefs. And they were pink. Kawaki’s grey eyes zeroed in on the pale pink fabric covering his crotch and cocked a brow. He knew well that his friend’s favorite color was pink, but he still wanted to tease him.

“Pink?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as his eyes gleamed mischievously.

Oh, Boruto was the cutest thing he ever saw, hands covering his crotch as best as he could, smooth tanned skin on full display, along with his toned, lean muscle. Kawaki would never get tired of seeing that body. He truly wasn’t rewarded with it enough.

“Fuck you, pink is the best color there is!” Boruto squeaked furiously with heated cheeks, removing one of his hands from his groin to throw a pillow at Kawaki.

Kawaki chuckled as he caught the pillow and then tossed it on the bed. “Fuck me, you say?” He asked tauntingly, sometimes liking to see how far he could go with a little teasing. He was crazy about Boruto after all. “Damn, that’s pretty forward of you.”

“You know what I meant!” Boruto huffed, retrieving his shirt and avoiding the other man’s gaze. It was too early for him to be thinking about fucking and Kawaki in the same sentence. “Besides, you couldn’t resist all this anyway.” He said, or so he wished.

“So cocky. I love it.” Kawaki snickered. “And who knows, maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Boruto stated smugly as he slid his shirt on. The quicker his choice of underwear was out of sight the better and the shirt was just low enough to accomplish that.

Kawaki couldn’t stand how adorable he was. “Whatever. Why the hell wasn't your door locked?”

“Because the only person who doesn’t knock first is you.” Boruto said pointedly with his hands on his hips. Not a moment later he realized how that sounded, blushing hard as he tried to backpedal. “I mean . . . knock like everyone else, bastard. Show some manners.”

Kawaki blinked at him impassively. “If the door had been locked, I would’ve knocked. But it wasn’t. I could have been a burglar or worse… a rapist.”

Boruto had heard this speech many times and he knew his friend was right, but some days he honestly couldn’t be bothered and the building was secure enough. “I have safety measures.” He reminded as he went to grab some jeans. “If any intruder tries anything, they’ll get one hell of a concussion from my bat.”

“If you had a chance to get to it. I caught you completely off guard. Just imagine the shit I could’ve done to you.”

His words had the opposite effect on Boruto than their intended purpose. Kawaki doing whatever naughty things he wanted to him? It was one of the blond’s wet dreams. “Uh huh.”

“Boruto.” Kawaki growled. “Don’t take this lightly. You need to be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down oh protector.” Boruto said, finding a pair of jeans that complemented his shirt. “Careful is my middle name.”

“What a crock of shit.” Kawaki scoffed and crossed his arms, watching the blond’s every move. “I may just have to scare you one day and show you what could happen.”

Boruto looked over his shoulder to glare at him. “That’s not funny and you wouldn’t be able to hide your identity anyway. I would recognize that body anywhere.”

Kawaki’s pierced brow arched and he stared at Boruto in surprise and curiosity. “Yeah right. There are loads of guys with my body type.”

“Name one.”

“Shit, I didn’t say someone I knew!” Kawaki dropped his hands to his sides and glared at him. “There are a lot though and you know it. Besides, you don’t know my body.”

Boruto shook his head and stepped into his pants. “Please. After all the time we spend together, if I didn’t recognize you then I would be the dumbest human being on the planet.” He would recognise the way he smelled, the way his hands felt on his skin . . . there were hundreds of factors and small details that would give Kawaki away. Things that only Boruto noticed about him. “I know you better than anyone else.”

“Maybe that’s true. My face is one thing, but my body is completely different. If I had a mask on and came at you fully clothed, you wouldn’t know.” It would be impossible. He could think, but he couldn’t be certain.

“You can doubt all you want, but it's the truth.” Boruto declared as he buttoned and zipped his jeans. “And if, as in the biggest if in history, you did manage to fool me you would feel like shit for scaring me.”

Kawaki hummed. “I would hate it, but if it scared some sense into you, I would suffer through it. Better you scared and hating me than hurt.”

“Do you always have to put me before yourself?” Boruto asked, but he knew the answer.

“You’re a cinnamon roll, so I kind of have to.” Kawaki smiled at him and then walked towards the door. “You’re too slow, I’m leaving your ass.”

“I would’ve been ready faster if you had let me change in peace.” The blond pouted and quickly searched for his socks and shoes. “Just give me a sec, Kawaki.”

“Relax, Boruto. I wouldn’t really leave you. I have a surprise for you, so I can’t just go alone.”

The pout dropped the second he heard the word surprise. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

“A surprise.” Kawaki answered coolly, knowing that was going to drive Boruto mad.

Smartass. “Obviously, but what is it? Tell me, tell me.” Boruto grinned excidely as he finished getting ready.

“Not a chance. No matter how cute you are.” Kawaki smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Boruto would never get used to being called cute and wished more than ever it was platonic. “Come ooooon, you know you want to.”

“Of course I do. But I won’t.” He mused as he stepped out of the bedroom, walking away. “I’ll be by the door. Hurry your ass up.”

“I’m ready!” Boruto protested and grabbed his ball cap before following the taller man out. “What’s the big deal? It's still a surprise if you tell me now. Please please please please please pleeeease.” He whined, not at all above the act when it concerned his crush.

Kawaki opened the door and walked out, waiting for Boruto to join him before he locked the door, having swiped the blond’s keys on his way out. “You’re cute when you beg, but I’m still not giving in.”

“At least give me a hint.” He tried to bargain, heart fluttering at being called cute again.

“Alright, you ready?” When Boruto nodded excitedly, Kawaki leaned down to whisper at his ear, “you’re going to love it.”

Boruto clicked his tongue and tried not to be too obvious at how much he liked the action. “That’s not a hint.”

Kawaki straightened himself, grabbed Boruto by his wrist and started tugging him along. “Totally is.”

“Totally is not. I love doing anything with you so it hardly narrows it down.” Boruto told him.

“If you know you’ll love it, why do you need to know now? Let me surprise you… but it’s cool for you to be excited.” They made it to the car and got in, Kawaki wasting no time in getting it started. “But I will tell you, we’re going for breakfast.”

He already said that before and Boruto knew there was more to it than that, but he relented since his friend did have a point. He would enjoy it no matter what. “I want bacon.”

“And pancakes?” Kawaki smiled. “I want orange juice and toast.”

Boruto wrinkled his nose, his own smile still shining through. “You and that nasty toast.” He put butter on anything else, why not toast where it belonged?

“Fuck off, toast is good and filling.” He argued. “Maybe you should try it.”

“I’ll pass.”

Breakfast went smoothly and uneventfully for the most part, the two of them just exchanging small talk while they ate. Kawaki made sure to have his fill of toast which Boruto frowned upon. Boruto was still curious of where else his friend was taking him, but Kawaki wasn’t going to give in and tell him. The reveal only came when they turned off the interstate and the stadium that was home to their home professional team came into view.

“You didn’t!” Boruto exclaimed the second he realized what was going on, a huge smile on his face.

“I did.” Kawaki grinned, loving how excited he got right away. “Surprise.”

Boruto didn’t care if the taller man was driving, he leaned over and tightly hugged him away. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

It wasn’t rare that Boruto’s excitement would lead to him embracing Kawaki, but it wasn’t often either and it was difficult not to like it more than he should have. “You’re welcome… it’s not that big of a deal.”

The blond leaned back and scoffed. “It’s a mega deal and you know it. Seriously, how did you get your hands on some tickets? They were sold out!”

“Maybe I got a little lucky.” Kawaki mused. “It’s our first time here and I didn’t think we’d make it, but we did.”

“Because of you.” Boruto stated happily, practically bouncing in his seat. Things like this were part of the reason he fell for his best friend. Big or small, Kawaki would always do things that made him happy, things that seemed impossible. He only wished he could show his thanks properly without hiding his feelings.

Kawaki hummed, hating the feeling of his ears heating up. “Well I’ve always wanted to bring you.” The admission came out softly as Kawaki searched for a spot to park in.

Boruto didn’t know the gravity of that confession nor did Kawaki know how much the blond wanted to come here with him. The pair got out of the car once they were parked and made their way inside to find their seats. Kawaki wasn’t walking fast enough for the shorter man, so he took hold of his arm and started dragging him through the parking lot.

“Damn, Boruto. What’s your rush?” Kawaki laughed as he let his best friend lead him along. Their tickets were checked and they were given directions to their seat before Boruto was dragging him off again. “Yo, calm down,” he continued to laugh. “Let’s at least grab a drink before we go to our seats.”

“Sorry.” Boruto grinned and slowed his roll. “Yeah, let’s get drinks first.”

“Yeah.” Kawaki nodded, smiling happily as he pulled his arm free from his friend to wrap it around his shoulder instead. They walked with Kawaki basically cradling Boruto to his chest and it had the boy’s face in a constant state of heat and flushed color. “You want soda?” He asked once they were finally at the refreshment stand.

“Water.” Boruto decided, though he usually would have gone with soda. He knew he would work up a sweat cheering his ass off today so water would be better. “Got to stay hydrated.”

“Good choice.” It was unexpected for him to pass up his soda, but Kawaki was glad he did. He bought a water and a gatorade for himself and then they left in search of their seats.

The place was crowded, but it only took a few minutes for them to find their place and get settled in. Boruto kept shifting in his seat, unable to keep still and Kawaki couldn’t help but be amused at how adorable he was when he was so happy.

As the game began, the pair became immediately pulled in, cheering for their team and discussing different outcomes they expected each play. They weren’t always right, but it was fun messing around and even though it was hot and humid, they were both having a blast. They’d always been passionate about baseball and had been to many games—but they all paled in comparison to this professional game. These players were amazing, even watching them on TV felt dull compared to the real event.

Their team was leading every inning and both Boruto and Kawaki were hyped up, exchanging grins and laughs and jumping up every time the ball went flying. It was a lot of fun, the best not date they’d ever had, but neither of them could have been prepared for the surprise that awaited them this game.

Kawaki hadn’t been paying much attention to the screen when the breaks were happening. The current break had barely begun and he had picked up his drink for a swallow when he heard Boruto cooing next to him. This brought about curiosity that led to Kawaki glancing at him, seeing his bright blue eyes locked on one of the large projection screens. Kawaki followed his gaze, seeing it was in the middle of a ‘kiss cam’ that kept alternating through different couples.

Boruto was really enjoying it, obviously such a romantic, but Kawaki wasn’t really interested. He just started drinking his gatorade again when he and Boruto suddenly appeared on the screen. This had him nearly inhaling his drink and coughing violently as he lowered it to his cup holder, unable to believe this was happening.

Meanwhile the blond’s jaw dropped and his face turned beet red. His heart took off along with his ability to speak and he chanced a glance at Kawaki. They didn’t have to kiss, of course not . . . it was just that cute little camera thing that baseball games had . . . but Boruto wanted to. This was the perfect excuse, the perfect chance to kiss his first love. He couldn’t let it pass him by and he had to act quickly before the cam moved on.

Boruto turned towards him and cupped either side of his jaw with both hands before pulling Kawaki into a kiss. There was no time for Kawaki to react anymore than meeting that kiss so willingly. He’d been craving this for too long now and he wasn’t willing to let the opportunity pass him by. There was no further hesitation from either of them—no holding back. Kawaki felt himself slipping, heart skipping a beat and mind reeling as his lips molded so perfectly against Boruto’s.

Not in a millions years did Boruto expected the other man to kiss back so passionately and regardless of the reason, he wanted more of it. For once in his life he wanted to express just how much he cared for Kawaki and soak up the sweet bliss of kissing the man of his dreams. Everyone else in the kiss cam had exchanged only chaste little pecks, but not them. In mere seconds, Kawaki had a firm grip on his blond locks, tipping his head back and working his lips apart with his own.

Boruto gladly parted them and was the first to slip his tongue into the mix, greedily tasting Kawaki’s mouth. A soft moan hummed in his throat and he wrapped his arms around Kawaki’s neck. Boruto was on cloud nine, on top of the world and pushing as much unspoken love into the kiss as he could manage.

Kawaki couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t give a damn. This was a dream come true for him and once they parted, it would be back to reality. He wasn’t ready to accept that. There was always a little ember of hope inside of him and that had sparked into a roaring flame at the fact that Boruto had initiated this kiss and he was as into it as Kawaki was.

Maybe… maybe he felt the same way.

The screaming crowd around them fell on deaf ears as the two were completely lost in each other, a deep groan of satisfaction forming in Kawaki’s throat. Their heated breaths mingled as their tongues circled and danced with one another. After each little lick, their lips met in warm and perfect caresses. Time was long lost to them, as was the game and the thousands of people around them. Nothing else existed besides them and this kiss.

Boruto was also getting that glimmer of hope that his feelings weren’t unrequited, but the main thing on his mind at the moment was kissing Kawaki senseless. He didn’t want it to end and couldn’t care less if he was human and needed air. Air could go fuck itself, he had a thirst to quench. This was the best moment of his life and he would live it to the fullest. The blond took it a step further to have even more of Kawaki, awkwardly maneuvering himself until he was seated in the other man’s lap.

Then he got on his knees so he could be the one to tilt Kawaki’s head back, deepening the kiss with renewed vigor and glee. This was absolutely unbelievable, Kawaki was so high off this kiss he didn’t know how to handle himself. Boruto was taking so much initiative, clambering on top of him like that. There was no mistaking it.

He wanted him too.

His arms wound around Boruto’s slim waist, holding him tight as he caught the blond’s lower lip between his teeth at feeling a dangerously familiar pull in his groin. He never wanted it to end, but if it didn’t, he was going to be in trouble. Boruto gasped into his mouth at the action and his heart burst with joy as his stomach flooded with arousal. If he wasn’t so happy he would cry, Kawaki did feel the same way. There was no faking it with his actions and Boruto wanted to question him endlessly, but his mouth was busy.

He answered Kawaki’s teasing nip with a tingling scratch down his scalp. There was no chance in hell he wasn’t getting a home run tonight.

It was so good, but also too much. For them to be in public, going at each other like a couple of starving beasts just wasn’t going to do. Kawaki brought his hands back to grip onto his hips, pushing him down and forcing his lips away. It was awful having to put an end to it, but it was for their own well being.

“Holy hell.” Kawaki panted, staring around his best friend who looked as dazed as he felt.

“Hmm . . . fuck you for not kissing me sooner.” Boruto said with a shit eating grin, not really minding that he had been the one to make the first move.

Kawaki scoffed, feeling heat running all the way down his neck. “Don’t you try to pin this on me, you little shit.”

“I can and I will.” Boruto said before touching their noses together. “But maybe I should have kissed you sooner.”

“Well, after this game, I’ll kiss you fucking crazy.” Kawaki promised, nudging Boruto’s nose with his own. “But if you want to stay and watch this game, you better get in your own seat.”

Boruto laughed and moved back over, but held onto his best friend's hand. “To be honest I can’t bring myself to care about the game right now . . . because I’ve already won.”

“You’re right. Fuck this game.” Kawaki got up on his feet and snatched Boruto up along with him, pulling him behind him with hurried steps. “I’m gonna kiss you senseless.”

Boruto licked his lips in anticipation, knowing they would talk and confess properly later, but excited to make out more before then. “Give me your best shot.”

A/N:

Tyy: Friends to lovers? Yes, please! I’m so soft for this trope and ahhh, kawaboru is too cute for me. Having them struggle with mutual pining is really difficult for me, but it’s certainly worth it. The kiss cam was too good to pass up. I loved every second of writing this!

Kana: The whole time I was like ‘just kiss already!’ and when they finally did, they didn’t want to stop. It was fun giving them a baseball theme and I loved how soft they were for each other despite trying to hide their feelings. Writing this was a blast and any future kiss cam will probably end the same way for them, hahaha.

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Hello everyone! ♡

We are pleased to announce the first ever kawaboru week.

KawaBoru Week 2020 is a week long event dedicated to celebrating the bond/relationship between Kawaki and Boruto Uzumaki!

The dates for this event are set for the first week of April: April 1st - 7th.

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@kawaboruweek Day 7: FREE TIME, ya know!

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@kawaboruweek Day 3: Youth - Future - Time

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Kawaki affected by stress!?!

@kawaboruweek Day 5: Tension - Disagreements - Making Up

Kawaki sucks at stressing? Oh man, he’s still busy playing with Boruto before training. What should he do? Getting exercise, eating healthfully and getting plenty of sleep is important to reduce stress.

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@kawaboruweek Day 2: First Kiss - Karma - Bonds

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Drinking from Home

@kawaboruweek Day 4: Rainy Day - Bath - Drinks

Ugh, Kawaki gets stuck at home, you know! Wait a sec! He’s gonna look at something. *walking to a dining table* He finds a new drink. It’s a lemon juice, you know! “Here is lemon juice from Boruto, it contains Vitamin C, ya know!”, says Boruto. *Kawaki drinking* “Wh-wha-what the-... Ooooohhh... freaking fresh!” *sigh* No matter what he drinks, he’ll think that juice tastes fresh.

Boruto says, what the heck?!

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KawaBoru week 2020: Day 7 | Free day

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KawaBoru Week: Day Six

Prompt: Training

Rating: K

Word count: 620

Training—

Fanart by @ posoposocha-han on Twitter!

“This the best you can do?”

Boruto grunted, wanting to snap back a retort, but was far too busy struggling to support his and Kawaki’s weight.

Training with Kawaki never failed to get under Boruto’s skin. Of course, he admired the taller boy for his strength and because he was just so cool.

Currently, Boruto was holding himself in a push up position, arms wobbling, sweat dripping down his forehead and cheek, pooling at his chin before falling to the ground below him. Kawaki was so heavy and it didn’t matter if he was lowering himself or pushing back up, it was hard.

What made it all the more annoying was that Kawaki was just sitting there on his back, snacking on chocolate without a care in the world. It was infuriating, but it only made Boruto want to try harder and harder.

The blond only got so far before collapsing on the ground, the impact causing dust to fly up from the dirt all around him. Kawaki had saved himself, hopping to his feet and away from all the stirred up sand, protecting his chocolate bar. He took another small bite and chewed as he stared down at Boruto impassively.

“You only managed five,” He commented after he swallowed and Boruto felt his brows twitching. “Well, it was more than I was expecting.”

“I’d like to see you do better!” Boruto finally jerked his head up from the ground to shout back at Kawaki, gritting his teeth and glaring daggers at the other boy.

Kawaki blinked after him once, unaffected by his attitude. “I don’t have a problem showing you…” he said and Boruto opened his mouth to start yelling again but then Kawaki added, “after I finish my chocolate.”

Boruto clamped his mouth shut and got to his feet, dusting off his clothes before crossing his arms and waiting. He watched Kawaki eat his precious chocolate—taking his time because, of course, he was in no rush. Boruto was so annoyed he couldn’t stand still and he just wanted to prove to Kawaki how difficult it was.

“Are you done yet?” Boruto scoffed when Kawaki finished the last of the chocolate bar, but he still took his time, licking the tip of his index finger and then his thumb.

“Why are you so antsy? Chill.”

“Chill?” Boruto whispered, shocked that Kawaki dared to say such a thing to him. “Chill?!”

“Yeah. Chill.” Kawaki sighed and got down on the ground, situating himself in the push up position. “Well, come on. Don’t rush me only to keep me waiting.”

Grumbling his annoyance under his breath, Boruto walked over and plopped himself down on Kawaki’s back. He was purposely rough in his movements, but his jaw tended as Kawaki didn’t so much as budge under the added weight.

As if to rub salt into the wound, Kawaki slowly began to do his work out, never once faltering. His arms weren’t trembling as Boruto’s had, he wasn’t gasping for breath, he wasn’t even sweating. He managed the first five push ups with ease, and then another five.

Then another.

Boruto was stuck between pouting and scowling at the back of Kawaki’s head. “Don’t think you’re special just because… because… you’re a beast.”

Kawaki paused, looking back over his shoulder before turning his head back straight and resuming his workout. “Never said I was.”

Being angry and bitter was just so easy, but Boruto was also impressed with Kawaki’s strength and his stupid cool attitude. He was happy and proud just as much as he was irked over it all. Even if he sulked, he would be anticipating much more training with Kawaki.

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KawaBoru week day 2

Prompt: First Kiss 😚

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What a Bad Joke!

@kawaboruweek Day 1: Pranks - Accident - Glue

Sorry for breaking it to you, but Boruto plays with Kawaki to steal Shikadai’s real picture and give a secret picture to one of victims (Iwabe’s hair). However, Shikadai gets peed off at this over their joke! Oh, shoot!

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KawaBoru Week: Day Seven

Prompt: Free Day

Rating: M

Word count: 2,800

Mine

I wasn’t a jealous person. Possessive, yes. Easily pissed off, hell yeah. Jealous? No. It was a stupid emotion that I didn’t have time for and I was always confident enough to know that if I was with somebody, they didn’t want anyone else. That especially went for Boruto.

He was crazy about me. Nobody could get him off like me. I didn’t know why, but the guy loved me and some fucking how, he made me soft. Only him. A lot of shit annoyed me, but I always knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He wanted me too much, nobody else would ever measure up to what I could give him, he wasn’t about to be flirting with anybody else and nobody else would dare try to flirt with him because they already knew. Everybody knew. His cinnamon roll ass was mine.

It had been a year since he had been mine and I’d be damned if anybody even thought about trying to change that. I wasn’t jealous. No, just possessive as fuck. What was mine, was just that. Mine. Nobody had ever tried to take that from me, nobody but myself. I never felt threatened, most of the time amused if somebody made a pass at Boruto, because I knew he couldn’t stand it. At least until today.

I’d cut my last class, smoking the entire time with Iwabe in his truck. We were laughing our asses off over nothing, having a good time by ourselves as we waited for Boruto to finish his class so I could ride home with him. It was a rainy day, so we’d came to school in his car instead of walking. It was a normal day, a good day. Miraculously Boruto and I hadn’t had a single argument about anything and I was looking forward to getting home with him, but my good mood descentigrated from the instant I saw some guy pull up and park beside his car.

It was suspicious as fuck because he got out of his car and walked around Boruto’s for a moment until he leaned against the drivers side as if he belonged there. I hit the joint between my fingers as I watched him, wondering who the fuck he thought he was.

“Oh shit,” Iwabe snorted as he watched along with me. “I really feel like I need to drive you home right now.”

“Move this fucking truck and I’ll kill you.” I promised, not sparing him a glance.

“If you get your ass locked up, I’m not bailing you out.” He huffed and I rolled my eyes as I hit the joint again before passing it to him, leaning forward a bit when the guy turned his head towards the school.

My eyes followed, finding Boruto walking his way over there with a confused look on his face. My leg started bouncing as I waited to see what was going to transpire between them and I took the joint back from Iwabe when Boruto stopped a few feet away from the guy.

“Hey! I wasn’t passing it.” Iwabe complained.

“Shut the hell up, I’m trying to see!” I growled, eyes narrowing on this stranger who was now taking a step away from the car, towards Boruto.

The guy was the first to speak and Boruto looked like he didn’t know what to say, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from the bastard—whoever he was. I could tell Boruto was uncomfortable and I didn’t like it. I hit the joint several more times when he took another step closer. He was too fucking close.

“Damn it, Kawaki, chill. You’re working yourself up for nothing.” Iwabe groaned and I had half a mind to knock him the hell out, but I was too focused on watching the interaction a few parking spots away to do anything.

Boruto finally said something back and he didn’t look happy, his face showing a mixture of annoyance and unease. He even looked somewhat depressed. Who the hell was this guy and what the fuck was he doing with my cinnamon roll?

It looked like Boruto was telling him off, his temper finally flaring. This relaxed me and I sighed in relief as he stormed by the guy, but then suddenly, the bastard grabbed Boruto by the shoulders, spun him around and pinned him down against his car. I was out of the truck before Iwabe could do anything, ignoring his cursing as I moved around the truck and headed over.

Nobody was going to be touching him, much less slinging him around like that, unless it was me. I hadn’t been so livid in a long, long time. The smug look on the son of a bitch’s face only made it worse. Before I could make it over there, Boruto kneed the guy in the groin, knocking him back off of him right at the same time Iwabe caught up to me, hooking his arms around me.

“You might as well let me the fuck go.” I spat, his hold on me slowing me down but not stopping me.

Boruto noticed me approaching, his eyes widening before he hissed something at the guy.

“Boruto, shit, help me.” Iwabe huffed, struggling to hold me back.

“Me?” He questioned, voice higher pitched than normal. “Damn it. Ki, um, well . . . you see . . . let’s not get drastic.”

“Too fucking late.” I growled, shoving Iwabe off of me as I stared at the bastard. He wasn’t moving, because he obviously didn’t know the world of hurt he was about to experience.

“Wait!” Boruto pleaded and blocked my path.

I stopped in my tracks, nostrils flaring as I looked down at him. “Don’t tell me to fucking wait, asshole. I’m about to fuck this guy up.” Said guy was just watching silently, completely oblivious.

“Right. And he deserves it, but this isn’t a good place to be opening cans of whip ass.” He told me and then added, “Though I wouldn’t object to a good right hook.”

“Outta my way,” I scoffed, moving him aside and walking closer to the guy. I snatched him closer to me by the scruff of his shirt and scowled down at him. “Who the fuck are you anyway?”

Finally the man snapped out of his bystander gaze, narrowing his eyes as he looked up at me. “I’m Boruto’s boyfriend, who the fuck are you?” He asked, yanking his shirt out of my grasp.

“Ex boyfriend you fucking bastard!” Boruto quickly corrected.

I had to just stand where I was, totally taken aback. Boyfriend? “The fuck?”

The guy looked smug for a second before he turned his attention back to Boruto. “Anyway, back to what I was saying. I want you to come back to me.”

“Dude, I just told you no!” Boruto growled. “I can’t believe you came all the way out here for this. Are you seriously coming at me with this shit? We’re over. We’ve been over and that’s how it’s gonna stay. End of story.”

“You’re goddamn right it is.” I snapped. “He’s mine you piece of shit, so leave now before I really do kill your ass.”

Boruto smiled at that, but hid it almost instantly. “He’s not messing around. Just go. We’re done here.”

“Oh, I get it.” The man chuckled. “You think you’re too good for me now? Selling yourself out to this giant. Well it’s not over until I say it's over.” He looked at me. “Go ahead with your death threats, I’ll be glad to give Boruto a warm bed to come home to while you’re in jail. Bitch.”

“Oh hell . . . you’re an idiot.” Boruto breathed in shock. “Iwabe . . . we should leave.”

“I’m with you, dude. Come with me.”

I paid no attention to Iwabe pulling Boruto away, too busy staring down the dead meat in front of me. I was going to let him go, mainly because Boruto wanted me to, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I wasn’t going to kick his ass now. He was one brave soul, that much I would give him, because he wasn’t running from me. It was honestly amusing, enough that I laughed darkly.

“You must be on some good shit if you think for even a second that you could have him. You think jail scares me, that I think you have a chance with him even then? You’re a goddamn fool. You can have me arrested, like the pussy you are, it won’t matter. I’ll get out and Boruto will be waiting on me. You ain’t shit, one hit and you’ll be down for the fucking count, like the zero you are.”

The guy pulled his shoulders back, trying to look bigger than he really was. “I’m no pushover. You think I’m scared just because you’re bigger than me? Ha. Just fucking try it.”

How Boruto could have ever had anything to do with a bastard like him was beyond me, but I wasn’t about to listen to another word out of his big fucking mouth. It had been over a year since I’d sent anyone to the hospital and I did rather enjoy living my peaceful life with my cinnamon roll, but nobody was going to touch him, or try to have his ass because he was mine. Only mine.

I was surprised yet again when the little prick swung at me, but it was a sad attempt and my reflexes were quick. I grabbed his wrist and snatched him down, kneed him right in the stomach and knocked the breath out of him. He fell onto his hands and knees, wheezing and I grabbed him by his hair, throwing him back onto his back.

“Well, well. You look even more like a pussy now. I believe the only bitch here is you. Bitch.” I smirked down at him, the amused anger inside of me unlike anything I’d felt before. It was usually one or the other, so the mixture was strange.

I knelt down beside him, slapping him so hard his face swole instantly.

“Definitely a bitch.” I grinned at the blood seeping from his mouth and nose. “You gonna do something or just lay there and bleed?”

“Fuck . . you . . .”

“Fuck like me and you’ll be second best.” I told him before grabbing him by his throat and pulling him back to his feet. I settled him on his feet, releasing him to pat his face roughly. “You good man? You alright? I’ll give you a chance to breathe.”

He wobbled a bit, but breathed a sigh of relief at thinking it was over. I just waited for him to steady himself and then I punched him right across his jaw, knocking him back down and unconscious.

“Well shit.” I rolled my eyes and spit on his face before turning on my heel to look for Boruto. Oh I have a few bones to pick with his cinnamon roll ass.

He was with Iwabe in his truck and I walked over slowly before opening the passenger door.

“So . . . that happened. Feel better?” He asked, slightly wincing at his own words.

“Get the fuck out.”

Boruto removed himself from the truck and tossed Iwabe a look before he took out his keys, heading to his car. I followed him, keeping quiet as I got in the car and waited for him to get behind the wheel. Knowing it was in our best interest to keep our mouths shut until we made it home, that’s what we did. I brooded silently all the way and as soon as we walked inside, I went for my box.

“I don’t think so.” I muttered when Boruto went to walk out of the living room. “Park that ass right here.” I told him, pointing to the couch next to me.

He hesitated for a moment, but wisely came over and sat down. “Alright, let me have it.” He sighed and turned his body towards me, crossing his legs underneath him.

Not having time to roll anything, I packed a bowl in record time and hit it as if my life depended on it, savoring the way the smoke filled my lungs. I exhaled slowly and stared at my bowl before grumbling, “What the fuck? What the fuck, asshole?!”

Boruto yelped, not expecting me to raise my voice so soon. “Hey, it’s not like I invited him or anything. I never wanted to see that bastard again.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are seeing his ass to begin with?” I snapped.

“Well it was before I met you!” He huffed and crossed his arms. “We dated in high school. I thought he was cool, but as more time passed, I realized how much of a jerk he was. I’m surprised he wanted to get back together after I dumped his ass and his oh so important image went to shit.”

“You’re really pissing me off. Shit.” I hit my bowl again, hoping it would help.

Boruto stared at the bowl, continuing to pout. “Didn’t you let out all your anger on him? What are you mad at me for?” He asked and then mumbled quietly, “You even grabbed his throat.”

“I can’t fucking stand you right now. Mention him one more fucking time, I dare you.” I said, so mad I couldn’t even pack my bowl fast enough. “You’re over here having boyfriends and shit and then worry about me grabbing his throat.”

“Cause you’re only supposed to do that to me!” He exclaimed with a blush.

Damn idiot. “Yeah, well you’re not supposed to be having boyfriends either so shit, guess we're even.”

Boruto shook his head, but let it go. “Fine. I guess so.”

“Were there others? Or was he the only one?” I asked even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

He bit his lip and shifted his gaze as far from me as possible.

“Excuse me, I asked you a fucking question.” I hissed, hand itching to grab his ass, but I wouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve it.

“You’ll get even more worked up if I answer.” He said and then winced.

“That many?” I was astounded. I was wounded. I was fucking mortified. I couldn’t even finish packing the bowl. I had to set it down, feeling faint.

Boruto tried to smooth it over, knowing he couldn’t take it back. “It wasn’t that many . . . just . . . maybe . . . alright, there were four others.” He admitted and got to his feet. “But like I said, it was before I met you! It’s in the past and . . . uh, good talk. I’ll get dinner going.”

“That many.” I repeated, laying my hand over my chest as I feared a heart attack coming. “Shit.” I had to lay down and breathe or else I was going to die.

“Oh my god, you make it sound like I slept with the whole football team or something.” He grumbled and was quick to make his exit towards the kitchen.

That didn’t settle well with me. The whole football team? Oh hell no. I forced myself up, storming after him. I caught him before he got far, pinning him against the wall with a tight hold on his throat. “You’re mine.”

He stood still, swallowing hard. “Yeah . . . I am.”

“It pisses me off so bad, just thinking about you being with anyone else. I should have fucking killed him.”

“This is a first . . . seeing you like this.” He said, hand coming up to grab my wrist. “I have to say, seeing you jealous for a change . . . I like it.” He smiled cheekily.

“I’m not fucking jealous, asshole. I’m livid. Nobody else can have you or should have. There should be no before you met me. What the fuck is that?”

Boruto kept smiling, seeming to be enjoying himself. “Yes, go on.”

“I should kick your ass, right here and now.” I growled and held his throat tighter.

His fingers twitched around my wrist, his pulse picking up. “You didn’t do it when I first moved in, so I doubt you’ll do it now.”

If only I wasn’t so damn crazy about his cinnamon roll ass. “I hate you.”

“I love you too.”

I rolled my eyes, forcing my hand away from him before I got any more heated. “Cook your stupid food and hurry up so I can make you forget about this before shit.”

Boruto’s eyes lit up. “I mean . . . I could always cook after.”

“No. You won’t be getting out of bed. Promise.” I muttered, walking back into the living room to finally smoke for real.

I sat down and started rolling a joint, still pissed about the whole situation, but I knew the best way to take my frustrations out would be in bed, with my infuriating cinnamon roll. This shit wouldn’t be happening again, I would make sure of it.

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KawaBoru Week: Day Four

Prompts: Bath | Drinks

Rating: M (contains explicit sexual content)

Work count: 4,700

Honeymoon- Pain and Gain one shot

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KawaBoru Week: Day Four

Prompts: Bath | Drinks

Rating: M (contains explicit sexual content)

Work count: 4,700

Honeymoon- Pain and Gain one shot

Everything had been so perfect. The wedding, the reception and most importantly the man of Boruto's dreams. He couldn’t stop admiring the ring on his finger and was so overjoyed to finally be married to Kawaki. They had been through so much to get to this point, overcome many struggles and heartbreaks. Now his boyfriend, no, his husband was his in every possible way. The blond had been unreasonably nervous the night before the wedding and wasn’t able to get any sleep. His stomach was in knots and he was so excited that he feared he would throw up.

Seeing Kawaki at the altar, however, calmed him down and allowed him to breathe. He was grinning at Boruto with so much warmth and affection in his eyes. The blond could easily tell that he was silently saying ‘I love you’. They didn’t leave each other’s side for the rest of the day, ditching the reception before it got too late in the afternoon. Kawaki had plans for their honeymoon and insisted on keeping it a secret from his lover.  

Boruto was surprised at the long drive to their destination and only managed to stay awake for a third of it, catching up on some much needed sleep. He felt really bad about it when the car came to a stop and Kawaki was nudging him awake.

“Oh shit.” He cursed, blue eyes widening. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on you, I’m such an asshole.” He groaned as he rubbed his face.

Kawaki just chuckled and reached over to give his ear a playful tug. “That’s okay. It’s a good thing you slept, because you won’t be sleeping any more tonight.”

Boruto blushed furiously, both because of his words and what they reminded him of. Kawaki wasn’t the only one keeping secrets to make their honeymoon extra special. They got out of the car and the blond started taking in his surroundings, lips parted as he stared at the cabin cozily tucked in between the trees.

“We’re in the mountains?” He smiled back widely at the taller man.

“We are.” Kawaki hummed, taking his hand to give it a light squeeze. “I chose this place in particular not only because it’s private but also because I believe you’re really going to love the landscape.”

He knew him so well, Boruto was already itching to explore, but he wanted to see the cabin most of all. “Come on, let’s go see!” He said excitedly while pulling his hand to tug his lover along.

Kawaki breathed out a laugh, but started pulling Boruto around the cabin to the backyard instead. “I want you to see this first, just in case we don’t make it back outside.”

“Planning to get right down to business?” Boruto laughed as well and wiggled his brows.

“Well, I’m going to take my time with you, but once we get started, there’s no going back.” He smirked, pulling Boruto over to stand in front of him while hugging him from behind. “Look, the cherry blossoms are blooming.”

The shorter man gasped as his gaze raised to the beautiful pink buds stretching their pedals. Branches were littered with them, one by one blossoming right before his eyes. His hands came to rest over Kawaki’s as he quietly watched the display and wondered how on Earth the raven had timed it just right. It was almost as if he knew, but surely that wasn’t possible. Either way it was breathtaking and the couple stood there for a few minutes until a gentle breeze scattered some of the pedals.

“You’ve outdone yourself.” Boruto said and turned his head to kiss Kawaki’s cheek. “I’m already swooning and it’s barely been twenty minutes.”

“Well I’d be disappointed if I didn’t blow your mind today. At least once.” He smiled and gave Boruto a peck on his nose in return. “Come on inside now, you can check out the living area while I do some things… you might not see it again until we leave.”

Maybe this was going to be more intense than Boruto had first thought. “Damn. Husband Ki isn’t messing around.” He giggled, glancing down at their wedding bands and grinning giddily to himself.

“Husband Ki, huh? Sounds kinda sexy.” Kawaki laughed, taking him towards the rear entrance of the cabin by his hand.

“Oh yeah, you better believe it.” Boruto told him before his attention was on what appeared to be the kitchen. “Barstools? Fancy.”

Kawaki snorted, releasing his hand as he began walking towards the hallway. “You think the barstools are fancy? You’re way too easy.”

Feeling light and amused, Kawaki left Boruto to look around while he went through the cabin, heading up the stairs to the second floor to check out the spread there. The cabin was specifically for honeymoons and he was pleased to find that everything he’d requested was there for him. It didn’t take him long to get everything set up and every minute passed by so quickly because he was just so happy, so at ease.

Marrying Boruto was the best thing he’d ever done and he’d honestly never been happier in his life. Not too long ago, Kawaki would have never believed that he would settle down with anyone. He definitely never thought he would get married. Never thought he’d have something as romantic as a honeymoon—and especially be excited about it.

But here he was, eager to please his husband’s cinnamon roll ass.

Once he had everything in order, Kawaki jogged down the stairs, spotting Boruto standing in the cozy-looking living room, admiring even the smallest details with a soft smile on his face. He was too cute for his own good, but before Kawaki could get distracted, he walked outside to the car to get their bags and then carried them back inside.

“Do you need a snack?” He asked as he locked the front door, turning around to face the blond once he finished. It had been a few hours since they ate. “Actually, you definitely need a snack. What do you want?”

Boruto’s face lit up and he trapped Kawaki in a hug. He was being so sweet and now he was going to cook for him, something he hadn’t done in awhile. “Please, wine and dine me, Romeo.”

“Oh, I’m gonna do more than that, I promise.” He smiled yet again, dropping the bags where he stood so he could embrace Boruto in return. His arms wound around his waist and he lifted him from the floor as he hugged him, carrying him towards the kitchen. “Something quick though, because you have way too many clothes on.”

Boruto bit his lip, turned on by how easily he supported his weight and anticipating his reaction once he got some layers off the blond. “I’m impressed you still have your shirt on, Mr. Flaunter. You better eat too because I’m going to drain every bit of your stamina.”

“I will. But don’t go pretending you can outlast me. I’m the one that’s gonna keep waking you up every time you pass out on me.”

He was certainly cocky about it, but Boruto couldn’t say he was wrong or that he didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m going to die a happily married man.”

Placing a chaste kiss to his temple, Kawaki let Boruto down to his feet in the kitchen and released him. “Not for a long, long time.”

“Hmm, you’re right.” The blond hummed happily. “I’d never leave you alone.”

Kawaki prepared something quick and filling for the two of them and they ate at the bar together, exchanging heated glances that promised a night full of fun. As soon as they’d finished eating, Kawaki was eager to get busy it seemed, but he still made Boruto wait downstairs while he carried their bags up and finished getting ready. Then he called for him to come and join him. The blond once again had no idea what he had prepared and his heart was starting to pound as he went up the stairs. The sight that greeting him in the bedroom really did blow his mind, Kawaki was way more of a romantic than he let on.

Boruto admired the candles lit up around the room, taking a moment to pick up one of the pink pedals that laid on the freshly made bed. A trail of them broke off to the bathroom and he figured that was where his lover was waiting for him. Butterflies kicked up in his stomach as he walked over towards the door, opening it slowly in hopes it would prevent his heart from stopping. He should have known better, nothing could save him from a heart attack when Kawaki was involved, especially when the man himself was the cause of it.

The floor and edges of the tub were covered in pedals as well and the bathtub itself was filled with bubbles. Two glasses sat on a tray in front of a wine bottle, one of Boruto’s favorites that was more on the sweeter side. There was a large window right behind the bath that captured the sun as it was going down. All of this filled him with glee and fondness for his husband who had done it all for his sake, but even still his favorite part was Kawaki, standing there as confident as ever in his birthday suit.

“Ki.” He swallowed, already feeling way too hot in his clothes. “This is . . . you . . . I love you so much.”

“I know,” Kawaki mused, smirk ever present as he closed the distance between them and raised his hands to cup Boruto’s creeks. He bent down until their noses were brushing softly and added, “I love you too.”

“I’m married to you.” Boruto went on, trying not to get too emotional and teary eyed. “You’re mine forever.” He said and laid his hands over his lover’s. “And I’m yours. I’ve never been happier and I don’t think I ever will. Not even if we win the Super Bowl this year.”

Kawaki scoffed. “As if the stupid Super Bowl could compete with me.”

Boruto chuckled and stole a soft kiss from his lips. “Of course it can’t.”

There was a smug grin on Kawaki’s face as his hands trailed down Boruto’s back slowly. His button down shirt was as smooth as silk, a pale pink that complimented his skin tone wonderfully. When his hands reached the small of his back, Kawaki gripped onto the shirt and pulled it free from his pants where it had still been tucked into place. He was too eager to get him naked.

“I have a little something for you too.” Boruto said, cheeks heating up as his skin tingled.

“Oh?” Kawaki raised his brows at that, his large, calloused hands now rubbing up and down Boruto’s skin beneath his shirt. “You should know that all I want is your cinnamon roll ass.”

“Don’t worry, I finally got that through my thick head.” He smiled, although he would never stop buying his lover gifts whenever he felt like it. “I guess you could say I wrapped it up for you.” He said and trailed his fingers over his husband’s abs.

Kawaki kissed him then, just a short but meaningful suckle to his lower lip before he pulled back and brought his hands back around to begin slowly unbuttoning Boruto’s shirt. “Just so I can unwrap it?” He asked, voice dropping to a deeper, huskier tone than had the blond’s stomach coiling.

“Y-yeah.” Boruto answered, surprised by his own stuttering. No matter how long they had been together, Kawaki was still able to make his knees weak and turn his brain into mush with such ease. He told himself to be patient and let his lover find the surprise on his own. “Unwrap me.”

The blond’s lips were stolen in another kiss, this one harder and hungrier as Kawaki slowly finished unbuttoning his shirt and then pushed it open and over his shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor and Kawaki’s right arm went around Boruto, pulling him flush against his body as the kiss progressed. His left hand was cradling his face, the two of them getting lost in the sweet, intoxicating scent of each other.

Boruto explored his lover’s broad and expansive back, tracing every dip and curve as his other hand went down to squeeze his firm ass. Kawaki would notice any second now and the blond would feel himself blush from the tips of his ears down to his neck. He had never done something like this before or even considered it, but this was a once in a lifetime experience. He was going to make the most of it.

While his tongue slipped its way into Boruto’s mouth, Kawaki forced his hands to act, moving them to the smaller man’s belt to work it apart. It wasn’t long before he was pushing his pants down and his hands were coming into contact with thin, black lace. A deep growl rumbled in his throat while his hands greedily gripped Boruto’s backside, kneading it and forcing him closer just so he could press his erection against him.

Then, all the heat suddenly vanished. The kiss, the tongue, the hands, the body. It was all gone and Boruto was left breathless and staring up at his husband in a daze.

“Look at you… trying to rush me.”

Once his mind caught up with Kawaki word’s, Boruto laughed and shrugged his pants all the way down, stepping out of them. “I don’t have to try, you do it all on your own.” He said and came closer, wanting that warmth to come back and daring Kawaki to step away again. Fighting off the embarrassment that was attempting to creep up on him, Boruto started doing some teasing of his own. “What do you think? I know it would have made more sense to go with white, but . . . well, after all the sex we have I’m nowhere near pure.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Kawaki snorted out a chuckle. “You’re naughty as hell, but I love that.”

Kawaki’s sultry voice was a striking contrast to his warm smile, both having quite the effect on Boruto as he began kissing and nipping his way down his body, hands dragging gently down his sides until they reached the black lace. As sexy as it was—and so surprisingly fitting for Boruto—Kawaki didn’t hesitate to pull them down and have the blond naked. When he stood back to full height, Kawaki took his hand and led him over to the tub. He stepped in first and waited for Boruto to join him. Then they both sat down in the hot water, the bubbles surrounding them. The bath smelled light and sweet, almost like cotton candy. It was surprisingly a relaxing scent.

“Can’t go skipping our bath and our wine.” Kawaki mused as he listed the bottle from the bucket it was currently chilling in, pouring them both a glass. Once he returned the bottle to the bucked, he picked up one of the wine glasses and brought it over to offer it with a smile. “Here you go, it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you.” Boruto smiled back shyly, unable to help feeling extremely spoiled today. He took a few sips and hummed happily at the taste. “Now this is fancy.”

“Closer to fancy than the bar stools.” Kawaki agreed, picking up his own glass and having a sip before. “The view’s not too bad either.” He added musingly, turning more to the side so he could gaze out of the large window.

Boruto leaned on the edge of the circular tub and watched the stars twinkle. “Not at all. You did a really good job, Ki. I love it.” He praised, taking another sip from his glass.

“Shit, I’m just happy I was able to keep you here and all to myself for a whole two weeks. I honestly don’t know how you’ll survive it.”

“I’ll manage.” Boruto giggled, thinking, probably. “Just you and me for fourteen days straight, it doesn't get better than that. You’re gonna enjoy every second of it, trust me.” The blond was ready to spoil Kawaki in turn and give him everything he desired.

“I know I will. Thoroughly.” Kawaki couldn’t have agreed more. A smirk tugged at his lips behind his glass as he stared at his newly acquired husband. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it too.”

The blue eyed man caught the expression as he looked up, a wave of arousal running down his body. “I’m not completely against that.”

“Oh I know. Of course you’re not.” He moved closer, leaning in to ghost his lips along the shell of Boruto’s ear. “You can’t wait for me to fuck you… can you?”

That damn bedroom voice. “And here I was trying to behave.” He replied, a lot quieter than he meant to. “But if you must know . . . yes. I really, really want to hop on your lap right now.”

Kawaki grinned at his ear, giving the lobe a little nibble before he murmured, “If you do that, I promise you we will be consummating this marriage in this tub instead of the bed.”

That sounded way sexier than Boruto was willing to admit. “Your point?” He asked breathlessly, bringing his free hand out of the water to slowly drag down his lover’s large muscular chest. “There’s going to be round two, isn’t there? And round three and round four . . . I can pretty much take your dick anywhere. We can consummate all over this cabin.”

“Well… you’re not wrong.” He hummed, trailing his tongue down Boruto’s neck until he settled over a tender place and gave it a slow, purposeful suck.

Boruto set his glass down lest he drop it and threaded his fingers in Kawaki’s hair. “Careful.” He moaned softly and gave the black strands a tug, his other hand making its way to his husband’s cock. “Or I’ll consider that permission.”

Permission that for once in his life he was waiting on, wanting to behave. He wanted to be good for Kawaki . . . at least for the first week before he showed his lover how naughty he really could be. However that counted on the blond making it long, he would have to give it his all to succeed.

“You want it here, climb on then.” Kawaki said, setting his glass on the tray and bringing his hand back, wagging a tube in front of Boruto’s face. “I knew this would happen.”

Boruto chuckled and let go of his hair to wrap his arm around his neck instead as he got in his lap. “I knew I put a ring on that finger for a reason.” He said as his fingers under water reached their goal. Gripping around the base of Kawakis member, he pumped the tall man with lazy strokes. “And because of this, of course. Can’t forget about your biggest asset.”

Kawaki half rolled his eyes and shook his head at him. “You only love me for my dick.”

“And you only love me for my ass.” He shot back, grinning cheekily before mouthing at the silver eyed man’s jaw.

“It is one of my favorite things, but not the only thing I love about you.” Kawaki’s hands went back around him with the lube. “Actually, I’m pretty taken with everything about you if I’m being honest.”

If he was taking the serious route then Boruto supposed he could at least meet him halfway. “I was head over heels for you before I ever saw your dick, so don’t worry. I’m not completely shallow.” He said and stroked him a little faster. “Even though you were a bastard, it was the way you treated me rather than your looks that really got me. The tough guy that cared so much and yet wouldn’t admit it.”

“Yeah right, I know damn well you saw my dick before you were head over heels.” He gave the blond a playful nip on his shoulder and patted his bottom.

“Not the naked version!” Boruto laughed, following his silent request and raising to his knees so his ass was out of the water. “Come Ki, you know I love all of you too.” He said and touched their foreheads together.

“I know.” Kawaki smiled wide, kissing his cheek as he got the lube open so he could lather his fingers in it. In just a few seconds, he was working two inside of him. “You know how I feel too. You got me to marry your cinnamon roll ass.”

The blond arched his back, taking Kawaki’s fingers in deeper. His head fell to his lover’s shoulder as he slowly rocked his hips back into that skillful touch. “I-I love it . . . when you call me that.” Boruto confessed, only doing so because it was a special occasion.

“Good.” Kawaki breathed at his ear. “It’s a habit I just can’t break.”

“I hope you never do.” Boruto smiled and then gasped when those knowing fingers brushed against his good spot. It was enough to pause his own ministrations on the raven’s cock, but he was quick to tighten his grip and stroke him more seriously, curling his wrist at the tip.

Soon, Kawaki was adding more lube and then a third finger, focusing more on stretching him while only teasing that bundle of nerves inside of him every so often. “You ready? I’m not gonna touch you this time, Boruto. You’re gonna come just from my dick. Nothing else.”

“Fuck.” Boruto moaned, the words making his member twitch. “I’m ready, I’m so ready.”

Knowing he really was, Kawaki removed his fingers and Boruto didn’t waste a single second in lining his cock up at his entrance and lowering himself down on it. It was hotter inside of him than it was in the tub and there was nothing like his tightness surrounding Kawaki. His large hands gripped at Boruto’s hips, pushing him down even further until he was completely sheathed within him.

The blond buried his face in his lover’s neck as he adjusted and gently bit him to muffle his voice. Kawaki grinded his hips upwards while holding Boruto down on him, doing nothing more than letting out a quiet grunt when the blond bit him harder. It wasn’t because it hurt, oh no, it was the exact opposite. The blue eyed man was trying to prevent himself from going too close to the edge too soon. He knew he was easy, but this was a little ridiculous even for him. He couldn’t come yet.

This position was really putting him at a disadvantage, but he wasn’t complaining. “So . . . so deep.” He whined after removing his teeth from Kawaki’s neck.

When he got like this, it never failed to drive Kawaki mad. His hips started gyrating at a slow, sensual rhythm while he kissed and sucked on Boruto’s throat. He didn’t bother responding, but he wasn’t going to stop. At least for round one, he wouldn’t make his cinnamon roll suffer. Boruto started moving his own hips once he didn’t feel as if he would combust at any second. He placed both of his hands on his husband’s shoulders for balance and then raised up until just the tip of Kawaki’s cock was inside of him. Not a moment later he slammed himself back down, moaning loudly before he was repeating the action.

“Fuck, Boruto,” Kawaki groaned, raising his hips up in time to meet Boruto’s and intensify each motion.

It had the blond screaming, digging his nails into his lover’s skin and helplessly tossing his head back. “Ah! Ah! Ki!”

Letting one arm wrap around his waist, Kawaki raised the other up, his hand gently cradling the blond’s throat. “Feel good? I haven’t even touched you and yet you’re barely hanging in here… aren’t you?”

Boruto knew what was coming, hell, he was coming, but he was trying his best to hold back. “Y-yes!” He got out, having to admit it. It wasn’t as if he could hide it anyway.

Kawaki thrusted up into him hard, giving his throat a tight squeeze at the same time. His own length was pulsing wildly, eager to release as well. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that Boruto was his now, officially, legally, forever. But he just couldn’t wait to fall apart with him.

“Go ahead. Let go, Boruto.”

The blond’s hips came down a couple more times before his voice broke and he came with a silent shout. He was shaking as he emptied himself into the water, walls spasming around Kawaki’s cock as his orgasm overtook him. Blue eyes met silver as he wanted him to see the effect he had, as he wanted him to come as well. It felt like his orgasm would never end. Their lips connected in a sloppy kiss while Kawaki held him in place, thrusting up into him with abandon until he too found his release inside of him. They were both breathless and hot by the time they were both calming down and with a soft chuckle, Kawaki pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Round one, check.”

Boruto’s head fell to rest against Kawaki’s chest and his arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Double . . . check.” He panted with a nuzzle. “Broke a sweat with that one . . . pass me my wine?”

Laughing, Kawaki grabbed the wineglass and handed it to him, rubbing his back. “I can’t wait for round two… and three, and four. I’m excited for everything, Boruto. I love you. Thank you for marrying me.”

Boruto smiled sweetly at him before placing another kiss on his lips. “Thank you for asking me to. I love you, Ki. So, so much and I’m never going to stop telling you.” He promised and took a few sips from his glass. “You’ll be hearing it again in about ten minutes.”

“I know,” Kawaki laughed, already ready to get the blond in their plush honeymoon bed. “We’ll start round two as soon as we get out of here… but you’ll have to get wrapped back up for me. Just for a little while.”

His husband was more than willing to put the black lace on again. “Whatever you want.” He hummed happily. “As long as you let me suck you off first.”

“Ooh, damn.” Eyes narrowing as he regarded Boruto smugly, Kawaki grinned. “Well, I’m not gonna complain. But that also means I get to have my way with you.”

“Don’t you always?” Boruto chuckled before taking his time to kiss the claw marks he had made on his lover’s skin. “It’s a deal . . . and I’ll be so good for you. You won’t even recognize me after tonight.”

“Well, I can’t wait.” He hummed in response, nuzzling his cheek against Boruto’s head. “I’m just glad I have you forever now, so we have a lot of time to fuck.”

Boruto laughed and trapped him in a tight hug. “That’s my man, always ready to go at it. Just for that, I think I’ll keep you. Weed and all.”

“It’s kinda too late to decide otherwise.” Kawaki told him, smile small but so genuine it made the other man’s heart ache. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank goodness for that.” Boruto grinned brightly and captured his lips once more. “I wouldn’t know what I’d do without my Ki.”

“I love you,” Kawaki whispered against his lips, kissing him again and again.

Boruto wanted to say it back, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop the onslaught of kisses and gladly surrendered to them. Besides, he would have plenty of chances to say it later and in the future. They had already been together for what felt like ages and would continue to be with each other for years to come. Through all the trails they had faced and had yet to face, through all the pain love as great as theirs could inflict, they had gained a bond that would never be broken.

[kawa-boru]

Thanks to @posoposocha-han on Twitter for collaborating with us and making this wonderful art~ ♥️

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KawaBoru Week: Day Two

Prompts: First Kiss

Rating: M

Work count: 5,600

First Base

They met through a mutual friend, Inojin, who had brought the two together since he felt certain Kawaki and Boruto would hit it off. They did, the two became fast friends and began hanging out on a regular basis. It wasn’t unusual for the pair to wind up on the phone, talking about nothing for who knows how long, or for them to go out together, not even thinking most of the time about inviting their other friends. They became friends at sixteen, and over the years that friendship had formed a strong bond between them—and also a mutual attraction that scared both of them greatly.

Kawaki was seventeen the first time he really looked at Boruto and thought, oh. He was cute and thoughtful, a bit of a brat too, but an adorable one. He was strong willed and determined whenever he set his mind to something. He was a good friend, always there to lend an ear, always there to make him smile even if it was the last thing he wanted to do at the time.

A year later was when the truth fell upon him with crushing force. Kawaki definitely had a crush on Boruto… but he’s never had a crush on anyone! And Boruto was like his best friend. He couldn’t exactly just change their whole relationship and ruin things for his own selfish desires. After all, he really just wanted to keep Boruto in his life. They were nineteen now and closer than ever, sometimes even staying the night with each other. It was awkward for Kawaki, but he always loved every second of it.

Boruto was always happiest when he was with Kawaki and stuck with him as if they were glued to the hip. He had always admired how his friend never cared what others thought, how he went for the things he wanted in life and wasn’t afraid to try. He pushed Boruto to take chances when he was afraid to and believe in himself when others didn’t. The blond knew he would never find another friend, never share such a connection and bond with someone. That made it even harder to come to terms with his feelings.

He noticed the boy that grew into a young man, the body and spirit that matured at a faster rate than he did. Boruto was drawn in and before he knew it he was caught. He wanted more than what they had despite being well aware that what they had was great. Their friendship was one of the most important things in the world to him, but the slight color in his cheeks and almost inaudible trimer in his voice could give him away. His feelings kept growing without a place to go because how could he confess? What would happen to them afterwards?

It wasn’t ever just Boruto or just Kawaki, now it was Boruto and Kawaki because they were two peas in a pod. He couldn’t lose his other half. They were together more than they were apart and there was a comfortability between them that couldn’t be shaken no matter how strongly they secretly pined for each other. A relationship between the two seemed impossible. It was too risky and neither of them were willing to lose the other over their uncontrollable feelings.

Kawaki kept silent about his affections, never speaking to anyone about his true feelings for his best friend. It wasn’t easy holding it all in, but he managed for the sake of both of them. He’d been lucky that Boruto hadn’t taken an interest in anyone, because Kawaki truthfully had no idea how he would react to that.

Today was Saturday and every Saturday Kawaki and Boruto always went to their local baseball field late in the afternoon to play together. Sometimes their other friends would join, but most of the time it ended up being just the two of them. Like today. Nobody else was at the field when they arrived and Kawaki carried his ball bag as they made their way onto the field. He dropped the bag and knelt down to unzip it.

“You want to bat first?” Kawaki asked as he pulled the bat out.

Boruto set his bag down as well with a wide grin. “Oh no, I’m pitching first and striking your ass out.”

“I’m your dreams.” Kawaki scoffed, standing up with his bat in hand. “We can throw a bit to warm up first if you want.”

The blond went into his bag to grab his glove, shrugging. “Sure. Just don’t get psyched out.” He teased.

“Worry about yourself.” Kawaki rolled his eyes and left his bat next to his bag to get his glove and a ball instead.

Boruto laughed as he jogged onto the field, leaving some space between them. “I’m feeling good today, in top form.” He said and waited for the other man.

Kawaki got his glove on his left hand as he positioned himself across from Boruto. “You always say that shit.”

“That’s right, so prepare yourself. I bring it every time.” Boruto told him and slipped on his glove, hitting it with his fist a few times to show he was ready.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Kawaki rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face as he prepared to throw the ball. “Here goes, make sure to protect yourself.”

“I got this!” Boruto had long been used to his heavy and hard throws.

Kawaki shook his head at Boruto’s enthusiasm that didn’t often wane. When he threw the ball for the first time, he didn’t use too much strength. He would work his way up to it. The blond could tell he was holding back when he caught it, but didn’t comment on the fact. It was a warm up after all. Boruto threw the ball back with an easy swing as well to start things off with.

When he caught the ball, Kawaki threw it right back without wasting a second, using a little more force this time. Boruto caught it with ease and Kawaki backed up a few feet so his next throw would have to be farther. The blond adjusted his stance and had to back up a step because of the height difference as he caught it. Keeping up the momentum, Boruto tossed the ball a second later and added more force to increase its speed.

It was aimed perfectly and Kawaki grinned after he caught it. “Nice!”

“I learned from the best!” Boruto smiled, his heart fluttering at the praise. He just couldn’t help it when Kawaki looked at him like that.

“Damn right you did.” Kawaki laughed and threw the ball again, a little faster just because. “I’m ready to bat.”

Boruto caught it, thinking of the old days when Kawaki first taught him to play. He had struggled so much then and had come so far since. “Alright, let’s do this.” Now he could really give his friend a run for his money.

The blond went over to stand on the mound as the dark haired man exchanged his glove for his bat. Once he had it, Kawaki went to his post and stretched his arms, shaking them out before holding his bat at the ready. He bent his knees, taking the perfect stance and then turned his head to look at Boruto and wait. Boruto was distracted by the way his arms flexed just like he was at the beginning of every game. He caught himself though and hoped his friend didn’t notice. Winding his arm up, he bounced on his feet a few times before turning to his side.

Boruto stared Kawaki down and spun the ball in his hand as he calmed his mind. Then he lifted his leg for leverage and threw a heated curve ball to kick the game off with. Kawaki was admittingly impressed by the speed and precision of the pitch. Hitting the ball so that it wouldn’t go far and Boruto would be able to get it without too much trouble, Kawaki laughed.

“You keep getting better.” He called as Boruto jogged a few feet to the side to catch it. They never worried about running bases when it was just the two of them, they were just having fun and spending time together. They both liked doing that a lot. “Don’t take it easy on me now.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” Boruto smiled as he got back on the mound. “You ready for me?” It was time to take things up a notch.

“Been ready.” Kawaki smirked, eyes locked on the ball in Boruto’s hands.

The blond chuckled and got back into his stance, preparing to throw a fastball. He took a little longer than he needed to to make Kawaki wait for it and then let the ball fly. The ball flew so quickly, everything happened in an instant, but Kawaki made contact by only bunting the ball so that Boruto could get to it easily.

“Damn, Boruto. You keep surprising me.”

He caught the ball after a few steps and was only a little disappointed that his friend hit it as if it was child’s play. “I can say the same Mr. Pro baseball player. You’re really not holding back today.” The taller man had practically swatted that fast ball to the side.

“Yeah, well… you’ve gotten a lot better. So, I have to take things seriously.” Kawaki mused, getting back into position for another go. “You don’t hold back either.”

“Of course not, I’m trying to take your ass down.” Boruto grinned and started winding up again.

For the next few hours, the two played their hearts out—laughing and teasing and enjoying the sport and each other’s company. It wasn’t late, but the pair had worked up a hunger and when Boruto suggested they go for food, Kawaki agreed. They went for burgers at Boruto’s favorite place and then went their separate ways after.

It was the following day that Kawaki secured tickets to go see a game played by their favorite team—only one of the things they had in common. It was a last minute purchase only thanks to another friend going to though a breakup and no longer needing the tickets. The place was sold out and once Kawaki got his hands on the pair of tickets, he was itching to tell Boruto.

He wouldn’t though. He would wait and make it a surprise.

The day of the game was the following weekend. Kawaki and Boruto had seen each other many times since then, but somehow Kawaki had been able to keep the surprise a secret. He didn’t call Boruto about it until the morning of. It was early for him, but he woke up in a great mood and called the blond right after his shower—he hadn’t even gotten dressed yet.

“Hey, Kawaki.” Boruto yawned, sounding half asleep.

“Get dressed.” Kawaki said with a smirk.

“We going somewhere?” The blond asked curiously as he sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair. “How much time do I have before you get here?”

“Half an hour. I just got out of the shower, so, soon as I get dressed, I’m heading over.”

Boruto mentally thanked him for the image, having been blessed by the sight a few times over the years. “Hmm, okay. What should I wear?” They could be going to a wide range of places judging from past experiences.

“Something casual and comfortable. I’ll be in jeans and my favorite jersey. You could wear one of yours, or a T-shirt.” Kawaki said as he padded over to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer, grabbing a black pair of briefs.

“Casual and comfy, got it.” He stretched before plopping back down on his bed. “How long are you gonna keep me out this time?” He asked fondly, a part of him wishing their almost dates were real dates. Kawaki was the perfect doting boyfriend.

“All day. Hurry up, no taking all day in the shower. You better be ready when I get there. I want to have breakfast first.”

The order made Boruto smile and he vaguely wondered just how many meals the pair have had together. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

“Better be. See you in twenty.” Kawaki said before ending the call and stepping into his briefs. It wouldn’t take him long to get there and he couldn’t wait to surprise his crush.

The blond half rolled his eyes, noting the time was suddenly decreased by ten minutes. He rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Kawaki never played around, so he knew he needed to hurry.

Kawaki arrived before the twenty minutes were up, getting out of his car and jogging up to Boruto’s apartment. He turned the doorknob when he reached it and scowled at finding it unlocked. He’d chided Boruto too many times about not being more safe when he was alone.

Storming through the apartment, Kawaki muttered one curse after the next on his way to the blond’s bedroom and slammed the door open, making him scream and chunk the shirt in his hand across the room. He was in only a pair of briefs. And they were pink. Kawaki’s grey eyes zeroed in on the pale pink fabric covering his crotch and cocked a brow. He knew well that his friend’s favorite color was pink, but he still wanted to tease him.

“Pink?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as his eyes gleamed mischievously.

Oh, Boruto was the cutest thing he ever saw, hands covering his crotch as best as he could, smooth tanned skin on full display, along with his toned, lean muscle. Kawaki would never get tired of seeing that body. He truly wasn’t rewarded with it enough.

“Fuck you, pink is the best color there is!” Boruto squeaked furiously with heated cheeks, removing one of his hands from his groin to throw a pillow at Kawaki.

Kawaki chuckled as he caught the pillow and then tossed it on the bed. “Fuck me, you say?” He asked tauntingly, sometimes liking to see how far he could go with a little teasing. He was crazy about Boruto after all. “Damn, that’s pretty forward of you.”

“You know what I meant!” Boruto huffed, retrieving his shirt and avoiding the other man’s gaze. It was too early for him to be thinking about fucking and Kawaki in the same sentence. “Besides, you couldn’t resist all this anyway.” He said, or so he wished.

“So cocky. I love it.” Kawaki snickered. “And who knows, maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Boruto stated smugly as he slid his shirt on. The quicker his choice of underwear was out of sight the better and the shirt was just low enough to accomplish that.

Kawaki couldn’t stand how adorable he was. “Whatever. Why the hell wasn’t your door locked?”

“Because the only person who doesn’t knock first is you.” Boruto said pointedly with his hands on his hips. Not a moment later he realized how that sounded, blushing hard as he tried to backpedal. “I mean … knock like everyone else, bastard. Show some manners.”

Kawaki blinked at him impassively. “If the door had been locked, I would’ve knocked. But it wasn’t. I could have been a burglar or worse… a rapist.”

Boruto had heard this speech many times and he knew his friend was right, but some days he honestly couldn’t be bothered and the building was secure enough. “I have safety measures.” He reminded as he went to grab some jeans. “If any intruder tries anything, they’ll get one hell of a concussion from my bat.”

“If you had a chance to get to it. I caught you completely off guard. Just imagine the shit I could’ve done to you.”

His words had the opposite effect on Boruto than their intended purpose. Kawaki doing whatever naughty things he wanted to him? It was one of the blond’s wet dreams. “Uh huh.”

“Boruto.” Kawaki growled. “Don’t take this lightly. You need to be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down oh protector.” Boruto said, finding a pair of jeans that complemented his shirt. “Careful is my middle name.”

“What a crock of shit.” Kawaki scoffed and crossed his arms, watching the blond’s every move. “I may just have to scare you one day and show you what could happen.”

Boruto looked over his shoulder to glare at him. “That’s not funny and you wouldn’t be able to hide your identity anyway. I would recognize that body anywhere.”

Kawaki’s pierced brow arched and he stared at Boruto in surprise and curiosity. “Yeah right. There are loads of guys with my body type.”

“Name one.”

“Shit, I didn’t say someone I knew!” Kawaki dropped his hands to his sides and glared at him. “There are a lot though and you know it. Besides, you don’t know my body.”

Boruto shook his head and stepped into his pants. “Please. After all the time we spend together, if I didn’t recognize you then I would be the dumbest human being on the planet.” He would recognise the way he smelled, the way his hands felt on his skin … there were hundreds of factors and small details that would give Kawaki away. Things that only Boruto noticed about him. “I know you better than anyone else.”

“Maybe that’s true. My face is one thing, but my body is completely different. If I had a mask on and came at you fully clothed, you wouldn’t know.” It would be impossible. He could think, but he couldn’t be certain.

“You can doubt all you want, but it’s the truth.” Boruto declared as he buttoned and zipped his jeans. “And if, as in the biggest if in history, you did manage to fool me you would feel like shit for scaring me.”

Kawaki hummed. “I would hate it, but if it scared some sense into you, I would suffer through it. Better you scared and hating me than hurt.”

“Do you always have to put me before yourself?” Boruto asked, but he knew the answer.

“You’re a cinnamon roll, so I kind of have to.” Kawaki smiled at him and then walked towards the door. “You’re too slow, I’m leaving your ass.”

“I would’ve been ready faster if you had let me change in peace.” The blond pouted and quickly searched for his socks and shoes. “Just give me a sec, Kawaki.”

“Relax, Boruto. I wouldn’t really leave you. I have a surprise for you, so I can’t just go alone.”

The pout dropped the second he heard the word surprise. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

“A surprise.” Kawaki answered coolly, knowing that was going to drive Boruto mad.

Smartass. “Obviously, but what is it? Tell me, tell me.” Boruto grinned excidely as he finished getting ready.

“Not a chance. No matter how cute you are.” Kawaki smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Boruto would never get used to being called cute and wished more than ever it was platonic. “Come ooooon, you know you want to.”

“Of course I do. But I won’t.” He mused as he stepped out of the bedroom, walking away. “I’ll be by the door. Hurry your ass up.”

“I’m ready!” Boruto protested and grabbed his ball cap before following the taller man out. “What’s the big deal? It’s still a surprise if you tell me now. Please please please please please pleeeease.” He whined, not at all above the act when it concerned his crush.

Kawaki opened the door and walked out, waiting for Boruto to join him before he locked the door, having swiped the blond’s keys on his way out. “You’re cute when you beg, but I’m still not giving in.”

“At least give me a hint.” He tried to bargain, heart fluttering at being called cute again.

“Alright, you ready?” When Boruto nodded excitedly, Kawaki leaned down to whisper at his ear, “you’re going to love it.”

Boruto clicked his tongue and tried not to be too obvious at how much he liked the action. “That’s not a hint.”

Kawaki straightened himself, grabbed Boruto by his wrist and started tugging him along. “Totally is.”

“Totally is not. I love doing anything with you so it hardly narrows it down.” Boruto told him.

“If you know you’ll love it, why do you need to know now? Let me surprise you… but it’s cool for you to be excited.” They made it to the car and got in, Kawaki wasting no time in getting it started. “But I will tell you, we’re going for breakfast.”

He already said that before and Boruto knew there was more to it than that, but he relented since his friend did have a point. He would enjoy it no matter what. “I want bacon.”

“And pancakes?” Kawaki smiled. “I want orange juice and toast.”

Boruto wrinkled his nose, his own smile still shining through. “You and that nasty toast.” He put butter on anything else, why not toast where it belonged?

“Fuck off, toast is good and filling.” He argued. “Maybe you should try it.”

“I’ll pass.”

Breakfast went smoothly and uneventfully for the most part, the two of them just exchanging small talk while they ate. Kawaki made sure to have his fill of toast which Boruto frowned upon. Boruto was still curious of where else his friend was taking him, but Kawaki wasn’t going to give in and tell him. The reveal only came when they turned off the interstate and the stadium that was home to their home professional team came into view.

“You didn’t!” Boruto exclaimed the second he realized what was going on, a huge smile on his face.

“I did.” Kawaki grinned, loving how excited he got right away. “Surprise.”

Boruto didn’t care if the taller man was driving, he leaned over and tightly hugged him away. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

It wasn’t rare that Boruto’s excitement would lead to him embracing Kawaki, but it wasn’t often either and it was difficult not to like it more than he should have. “You’re welcome… it’s not that big of a deal.”

The blond leaned back and scoffed. “It’s a mega deal and you know it. Seriously, how did you get your hands on some tickets? They were sold out!”

“Maybe I got a little lucky.” Kawaki mused. “It’s our first time here and I didn’t think we’d make it, but we did.”

“Because of you.” Boruto stated happily, practically bouncing in his seat. Things like this were part of the reason he fell for his best friend. Big or small, Kawaki would always do things that made him happy, things that seemed impossible. He only wished he could show his thanks properly without hiding his feelings.

Kawaki hummed, hating the feeling of his ears heating up. “Well I’ve always wanted to bring you.” The admission came out softly as Kawaki searched for a spot to park in.

Boruto didn’t know the gravity of that confession nor did Kawaki know how much the blond wanted to come here with him. The pair got out of the car once they were parked and made their way inside to find their seats. Kawaki wasn’t walking fast enough for the shorter man, so he took hold of his arm and started dragging him through the parking lot.

“Damn, Boruto. What’s your rush?” Kawaki laughed as he let his best friend lead him along. Their tickets were checked and they were given directions to their seat before Boruto was dragging him off again. “Yo, calm down,” he continued to laugh. “Let’s at least grab a drink before we go to our seats.”

“Sorry.” Boruto grinned and slowed his roll. “Yeah, let’s get drinks first.”

“Yeah.” Kawaki nodded, smiling happily as he pulled his arm free from his friend to wrap it around his shoulder instead. They walked with Kawaki basically cradling Boruto to his chest and it had the boy’s face in a constant state of heat and flushed color. “You want soda?” He asked once they were finally at the refreshment stand.

“Water.” Boruto decided, though he usually would have gone with soda. He knew he would work up a sweat cheering his ass off today so water would be better. “Got to stay hydrated.”

“Good choice.” It was unexpected for him to pass up his soda, but Kawaki was glad he did. He bought a water and a gatorade for himself and then they left in search of their seats.

The place was crowded, but it only took a few minutes for them to find their place and get settled in. Boruto kept shifting in his seat, unable to keep still and Kawaki couldn’t help but be amused at how adorable he was when he was so happy.

As the game began, the pair became immediately pulled in, cheering for their team and discussing different outcomes they expected each play. They weren’t always right, but it was fun messing around and even though it was hot and humid, they were both having a blast. They’d always been passionate about baseball and had been to many games—but they all paled in comparison to this professional game. These players were amazing, even watching them on TV felt dull compared to the real event.

Their team was leading every inning and both Boruto and Kawaki were hyped up, exchanging grins and laughs and jumping up every time the ball went flying. It was a lot of fun, the best not date they’d ever had, but neither of them could have been prepared for the surprise that awaited them this game.

Kawaki hadn’t been paying much attention to the screen when the breaks were happening. The current break had barely begun and he had picked up his drink for a swallow when he heard Boruto cooing next to him. This brought about curiosity that led to Kawaki glancing at him, seeing his bright blue eyes locked on one of the large projection screens. Kawaki followed his gaze, seeing it was in the middle of a ‘kiss cam’ that kept alternating through different couples.

Boruto was really enjoying it, obviously such a romantic, but Kawaki wasn’t really interested. He just started drinking his gatorade again when he and Boruto suddenly appeared on the screen. This had him nearly inhaling his drink and coughing violently as he lowered it to his cup holder, unable to believe this was happening.

Meanwhile the blond’s jaw dropped and his face turned beet red. His heart took off along with his ability to speak and he chanced a glance at Kawaki. They didn’t have to kiss, of course not … it was just that cute little camera thing that baseball games had … but Boruto wanted to. This was the perfect excuse, the perfect chance to kiss his first love. He couldn’t let it pass him by and he had to act quickly before the cam moved on.

Boruto turned towards him and cupped either side of his jaw with both hands before pulling Kawaki into a kiss. There was no time for Kawaki to react anymore than meeting that kiss so willingly. He’d been craving this for too long now and he wasn’t willing to let the opportunity pass him by. There was no further hesitation from either of them—no holding back. Kawaki felt himself slipping, heart skipping a beat and mind reeling as his lips molded so perfectly against Boruto’s.

Not in a millions years did Boruto expected the other man to kiss back so passionately and regardless of the reason, he wanted more of it. For once in his life he wanted to express just how much he cared for Kawaki and soak up the sweet bliss of kissing the man of his dreams. Everyone else in the kiss cam had exchanged only chaste little pecks, but not them. In mere seconds, Kawaki had a firm grip on his blond locks, tipping his head back and working his lips apart with his own.

Boruto gladly parted them and was the first to slip his tongue into the mix, greedily tasting Kawaki’s mouth. A soft moan hummed in his throat and he wrapped his arms around Kawaki’s neck. Boruto was on cloud nine, on top of the world and pushing as much unspoken love into the kiss as he could manage.

Kawaki couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t give a damn. This was a dream come true for him and once they parted, it would be back to reality. He wasn’t ready to accept that. There was always a little ember of hope inside of him and that had sparked into a roaring flame at the fact that Boruto had initiated this kiss and he was as into it as Kawaki was.

Maybe… maybe he felt the same way.

The screaming crowd around them fell on deaf ears as the two were completely lost in each other, a deep groan of satisfaction forming in Kawaki’s throat. Their heated breaths mingled as their tongues circled and danced with one another. After each little lick, their lips met in warm and perfect caresses. Time was long lost to them, as was the game and the thousands of people around them. Nothing else existed besides them and this kiss.

Boruto was also getting that glimmer of hope that his feelings weren’t unrequited, but the main thing on his mind at the moment was kissing Kawaki senseless. He didn’t want it to end and couldn’t care less if he was human and needed air. Air could go fuck itself, he had a thirst to quench. This was the best moment of his life and he would live it to the fullest. The blond took it a step further to have even more of Kawaki, awkwardly maneuvering himself until he was seated in the other man’s lap.

Then he got on his knees so he could be the one to tilt Kawaki’s head back, deepening the kiss with renewed vigor and glee. This was absolutely unbelievable, Kawaki was so high off this kiss he didn’t know how to handle himself. Boruto was taking so much initiative, clambering on top of him like that. There was no mistaking it.

He wanted him too.

His arms wound around Boruto’s slim waist, holding him tight as he caught the blond’s lower lip between his teeth at feeling a dangerously familiar pull in his groin. He never wanted it to end, but if it didn’t, he was going to be in trouble. Boruto gasped into his mouth at the action and his heart burst with joy as his stomach flooded with arousal. If he wasn’t so happy he would cry, Kawaki did feel the same way. There was no faking it with his actions and Boruto wanted to question him endlessly, but his mouth was busy.

He answered Kawaki’s teasing nip with a tingling scratch down his scalp. There was no chance in hell he wasn’t getting a home run tonight.

It was so good, but also too much. For them to be in public, going at each other like a couple of starving beasts just wasn’t going to do. Kawaki brought his hands back to grip onto his hips, pushing him down and forcing his lips away. It was awful having to put an end to it, but it was for their own well being.

“Holy hell.” Kawaki panted, staring around his best friend who looked as dazed as he felt.

“Hmm … fuck you for not kissing me sooner.” Boruto said with a shit eating grin, not really minding that he had been the one to make the first move.

Kawaki scoffed, feeling heat running all the way down his neck. “Don’t you try to pin this on me, you little shit.”

“I can and I will.” Boruto said before touching their noses together. “But maybe I should have kissed you sooner.”

“Well, after this game, I’ll kiss you fucking crazy.” Kawaki promised, nudging Boruto’s nose with his own. “But if you want to stay and watch this game, you better get in your own seat.”

Boruto laughed and moved back over, but held onto his best friend’s hand. “To be honest I can’t bring myself to care about the game right now … because I’ve already won.”

“You’re right. Fuck this game.” Kawaki got up on his feet and snatched Boruto up along with him, pulling him behind him with hurried steps. “I’m gonna kiss you senseless.”

Boruto licked his lips in anticipation, knowing they would talk and confess properly later, but excited to make out more before then. “Give me your best shot.”

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