Alternative Education

Part Two

 

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As mornings-after go, this one was surprisingly not too awkward - mostly because Naruto kept his mouth shut. He had jolted awake when Sasuke's cell phone alarm went off, blinked at the surroundings and the sheet that was half-way down on the floor a couple of times before the recognition settled in. Then he gave Sasuke a grin in response to a glare he received as 'good morning' and used the bathroom.

That was, mercifully, all.

God only knew what had possessed him –both of them - the pervious night. Sasuke had thought he would be asked a million questions and that he would have to deal with a million demands, but it seemed like Naruto was happy enough to let it slide. It seemed that he was also smarter in the morning than at night.

Then they were back on the bus, heading for yet another forsaken destination. The ride was long and it would have been problematic as well, if Sasuke had had to share his seat with someone. As it was, with his jacket in his lap, he was watching the lampposts and treetops that were passing by in blessed silence.

No matter how hard he was trying to keep it out, the events of last night were replaying repeatedly in his mind. Naruto's slight awkwardness was supposed to be a turn off - God, his existence was supposed to be a turn off. Only it wasn't, not at all. And if Sasuke was going to be completely honest about it, that hadn't been true for some time already. He had noticed when, after the winter holidays last year, Naruto had come back to school taller and broader.

…Okay, so there was something wrong with that particular train of thought, but Sasuke was not about to go back and analyze it. That it flew through his head once was bad enough.

The sounds Naruto had been making the previous night were echoing in his head. The constant rocking of the bus was not helpful at all and the pleasant but disturbing condition of an unyielding erection lasted all the way until they arrived at their destination. The famous monastery, built no one knows how to stand at the top of a peculiar rock, was quite impressive. Naruto's back, a couple of steps in front of Sasuke in the line of their classmates was, unfortunately, much more interesting.

"What did he do?"

Sasuke shifted his gaze with some effort to where, next to him, Sakura was smiling brightly. "What?"

"Naruto," she said. Sasuke's heart did not just miss a beat. "What did he do? You've been glaring at him all morning."

"Nothing," he answered. 'Because he had a wet dream' did not sound passable to tell her, even in Sasuke's head.

"I bet he did. I bet he did something disgusting."

By God, she was annoying. What did Naruto see in her?

It took quite a while to slip away from Sakura. Sasuke was getting sick of this trip after less then a full day because he constantly had to avoid several people. It was starting to feel like an athletic category and he was pretty sure that there was no gold waiting for the winner. Why did people think that just because they were outside of the school building, forced to spend more time together, that they could ignore everything he had ever said to keep them at bay?

Evading Sakura worked this time because there was an alcove in the rock with a carved bench, placed there for monarchs to rest on their way up to the priory. Sasuke slowed down a bit and stepped from the staircase to what seemed like just a crack in an enormous rock from a wrong angle.

The bench was not comfortable, but everyone else had left, so the area was blissfully empty and the view was pleasant. Sasuke decided he would stay there until the rest of the visit ended. He had no doubt the monastery would be nice to see, but it was not worth the constant nagging and invasion of his personal space.

It hadn't been too long before he heard steps going down the stairs. The person almost passed the alcove, but it seemed like they glanced his way at the last second, because the footsteps stopped.

"Hey, asshole!" Naruto called. "What are you doing there?"

As it was quite obvious he was doing nothing more exciting than sitting on a bench, Sasuke felt no need to answer. Not that Naruto cared. "Iruka was counting us at the entrance, and you were missing."

"And he sent you to fetch me."

Naruto grinned and rolled his eyes.

"I was the only one who didn't jump at the chance." It was more likely Mr. Umino adored Naruto despite all the disrespect he got in turn, as Naruto wasn't really careful about what he would say to anyone. Though there was something charming in his enthusiastic behavior and openness, if you thought of it that way. "But I learned my lesson. From now on, I'll jump three feet in the air every time I hear your name. Come on, let's go."

Sasuke didn't want to go. He wanted to stay there and pretend he wasn't watching the slight slope of Naruto's hip against the brightness of the sun and grayness of the rocks across his shelter.

When he didn't answer or move, Naruto stepped closer. In the small space, it took only that much for him to be right in front of – above – Sasuke. The fresh, clean air suddenly became stifling and dry. Sasuke glanced up to give Naruto a wordy glare – the one that said he should back off, now.

Naruto seemed too fascinated with Sasuke's ordinary, black shoe to see it.

"Sasuke . . . ," Naruto spoke again. Though he could just as well have said, 'brace yourself', for everything that could have been read out of his voice. "About last night…"

"Shut up."

It had been too much to hope that Naruto would just pretend nothing had happened, apparently.

Naruto stepped closer still, fully immune to the glare and brushed his knee on Sasuke's thigh. A jolt, very similar and yet much less painful then an electric one would be, raced up Sasuke's leg to his crotch and higher yet, up his spine and into his brain.

"Do you think we could do that again sometime?"

Now? "No."

The brush of Naruto's knee was longer, more intentional this time. Not really thinking it through, Sasuke let his eyes fall down to where Naruto's leg was joined with his through his thin summer pants. Then it was gone and if he were alone, Sasuke would have cursed aloud.

"Pity," Naruto said, with an odd half-smile. What, no nagging? No pleading? That fucking idiot. "Come on. Or Iruka will just send someone else, if he doesn't come himself."

That was a valid point. Just because he had issues with Naruto, he didn't have to make Mr. Umino upset. Sasuke got up on his feet and followed Naruto up the stairs.

Sasuke was glad he was not a girl, because every female was requested to wear a skirt for the duration of the visit. They had a huge pile of long skirts available in all colors and they made every girl put one on over her clothes before entering. They looked anything but clean and God only knew who had worn them before.

The monastery was beautiful. It was built on a rock over two thousand feet high, so the view from the small shady courtyard was stunning. They were first led though the katholikon – the major temple - where behind the altar was a wall of frescoes - religious icons - then though the part with wood-carved crosses, and important religious manuscripts and in the end though the sacristy, where skulls and bones of previous residents were neatly stacked on shelves. It was somewhat creepy, especially the last part.

Naruto followed him around, always finding the fence that looked the oldest and most fragile to lean heavily on and look at something. Sasuke half wished he would fall off. That would stop him from wondering when he would snap completely, pull Naruto close with his own two hands and maybe slam him against a wall.

The visit was short, because they had a long trip to the city waiting for them. On their way back to the bus, Naruto lingered behind. Sasuke was relieved, not insulted. He sat in his seat – the first one on the right, with only the coffee counter in front of him. Sasuke barely managed to talk Mr. Umino into allowing him to sit alone, and the only place available was this far to the front, because just to Sasuke's left were the teachers' seats. No one wanted to be that close to the teachers ten hours a day on the field trip.

Naruto walked onto the bus behind Mr. Umino, head down. They both stopped next to Sasuke.

"Sasuke, Naruto is feeling sick. He'll be sitting here so I can keep an eye on him." It was a simple order, so there was nothing Sasuke could say. He clenched his jaw and looked away, through the window. He'd had enough problems on their way here. Naruto, of all people, sitting inches away, would be anything but helpful.

Naruto flopped into the seat, letting his huge orange backpack lie in his lap, swollen from God only knew what kind of junk that was stuffed inside.

"Naruto!" Sakura's voice came over their heads, just in time to remind Sasuke that it could be worse; he could have been forced into sitting with her. "How come you're sitting here?"

There was no curiosity in her voice, just anger. Sasuke watched, a bit fascinated, as Naruto turned to find both teachers counting the students at the back and in the middle of the bus before answering with a wink. "I told you not to worry; I said I'd find a way to sit closer to you."

Sasuke, as insulted as Sakura was indignant, turned to Naruto, who was too busy trying to break his spine in order to show the full extent of his blinding grin to Sakura.

"But- but I asked… Mr. Umino was very firm about that seat," she said. Naruto was still smiling stupidly in her face and Sasuke had had quite enough of the conversation.

"Sakura, stop hovering over my head. It's annoying," he snapped.

He wasn't looking at her, but he felt her shadow moving away after a moment of hesitation. Sasuke half-expected Naruto to scold him, like he had on several occasions before when he'd heard him talking to Sakura that way. Naruto, however, just sighed and murmured, "So pretty."

She maybe wasn't ugly, but she was clingy and aggravating. And obviously after someone else, so why was Naruto so stubborn about her? After several minutes of not being able to comprehend that idiocy, Sasuke decided to give up on trying. Naruto was napping already, with his head at a weird angle that looked like it would be painful later. A bit more relaxed, but with his light summer jacket folded neatly in his lap and his back straight , Sasuke finally got comfortable and drifted to sleep some time later, still very aware of how every jolt of the bus brought Naruto's shoulder against his.

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XIXIXIXIX

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When he woke up, it was getting dark outside, but the road was still following the line of the coast, which meant they were not near the city yet. From behind, voices were evenly humming, as if trying to hypnotize him back to sleep. Eyes heavy, Sasuke turned to the left.

Naruto was not asleep any longer either. He was leaning on his hand that was tucked between his cheek and the probably dirty cloth of the backseat, watching as Sasuke struggled out of a daze.

"Christ," Naruto whispered, very softly. "I may have to get you drunk or something."

Not fully functional yet, Sasuke only managed to come up with, "Huh?" in his attempt to ask what the moron was babbling about.

Naruto smiled that same cocky, self-aware grin from last night. Damn, not good. "Oh, you know. Because I don't really know how to take no for an answer and all."

The hot storm that suddenly arose in his bloodstream helped with the drowsiness, even if it made Sasuke tighten his grip on the jacket still in his lap. He straightened a bit in the seat, narrowing his eyes at Naruto, who simply continued to smile.

The anger came out clear in his voice when he hissed, "You'd better learn."

Naruto half-turned around to glance at the seats across the aisle, where both teachers were snoring off-sync. His face and shoulders facing toward Sasuke again, he then crept closer, until he was sitting on the crack between the seats. Sasuke refused to move back – or he would have refused if he had the space for a retreat - or to raise his voice, because that would be a sign of weakness. So, he glared to compensate for the lack of physical reaction.

They were much closer than was appropriate already; Naruto was practically leaning on his shoulder. "I'm not a very good learner. You know that."

But you did just fine last night – wasn't something Sasuke would say aloud, even though it passed though his head. "Back off," was a far more appropriate answer.

Naruto's grin tightened, but only a little. "Or you're gonna do what? Scream 'rape', like a helpless girl?"

"I was thinking something more like breaking your nose." Sasuke's icy words had no effect on Naruto at all, who rolled his eyes, clearly showing that this was all a game of some sort to him. The hem of Sasuke's jacket shifted and as he looked down, startled at what Naruto thought he was doing with his hand, and a cloud of warm words brushed his temple.

"Just shut up. It's boring."

He reacted then, but it was too late; Naruto had already found the zipper of his jeans and was trying to find the right angle to open it. Hot fingers and solid pressure were easy to feel even through thick fabric; they were setting off flashbacks and tiny shivers that Sasuke hoped Naruto would miss in the bumping of the bus.

Tempted but afraid to let something like this happen so close to other people, Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hand, squeezing his fingers hard enough to hurt. "Stop that."

Regardless of that order, of the rasp that couldn't be denied in his voice, Sasuke couldn't bring himself to quite push Naruto's hand all the way. And they were both aware of that.

Naruto leaned closer still, so the whisper went right into his ear, making him shiver. "Nah. You're hard."

To emphasize his point, Naruto brought their joined hands back down and pressed heavily, which was kind of painful and more than a million miles away from enough. Sasuke jerked their hands back up, not exactly in a position to deny the statement.

"It's none of your business," he seethed.

Naruto obviously didn't care about Sasuke protesting or about the fact that they were in a bus full of people. And when he wiggled his fingers out of Sasuke's grip just to find his zipper again and open it, Sasuke thought for a blind moment excitement that maybe he had a point. He was not about to give in so easily, though. But before he could stop the hand that was impatiently struggling with his underwear, Naruto leaned in to whisper in his ear again.

"Sasuke," he half-growled. The 's' in Sasuke's name came out impossibly throaty, almost wet. And that was the precise moment Sasuke knew Naruto was about to get what he wanted – whatever that was. "I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Fine, Naruto would get what he was asking for, just not before Sasuke could test the waters. "Sakura is sitting behind us. All she'd need to do is lean a bit forward."

The hand in his lap stilled. Experiment done; the moron was about to die, maybe due to the prolonged exposure to small, but painful, electroshocks or some other torture. With as much force as he could gather in such limited space, Sasuke used his elbow to hit Naruto in the shoulder. He wanted to do it again, because the groan of pain Naruto let out was not nearly as hearty as he wished it was, but Naruto recovered quickly and pushed him swiftly into the window.

"If you don't stop that," Naruto started. He scraped the line of Sasuke's jaw lightly with his teeth, which was painful even as it sent a hot jolt of pure bliss through his cock that Naruto somehow managed not to let go of. "She really is going to lean over and see."

Regardless, Sasuke's anger was very real. "So back off."

Naruto squeezed tightly, so tightly it really hurt. "Why? I don't care. I don't have an influential and uptight family to disappoint."

Sasuke froze. Naruto was right, if he struggled too much someone would notice. His parents would – and Itachi was – well, fuck.

He turned a bit to face Naruto, who was watching him, serious and without a hint of intention to back off or change his mind. Naruto could tell people about what happened last night, if he wanted. Maybe some idiots like Sakura wouldn't believe him, but there were more than enough of those who would. Naruto was not a liar, everyone knew that. And then his life would be over, completely ruined, because his parents had barely survived Itachi coming out.

And Sasuke was the one who personally handed that power over to him. He could feel the lump in his throat growing, fear and insecurity drying off his mouth. Naruto frowned, turned around to glance at the people sitting nearby, and then leaned in to whisper again.

"Relax, they're all asleep."

It would be funny, if it wasn't dreadful. Naruto said that as if he wasn't aware… Well, he might not have been aware of the power he had in his hands – quite literally. He wasn't the type to spread rumors, was he? It was safe…

…So when Naruto leaned even closer, and placed a small, almost chaste kiss, high on his jaw, Sasuke let him. Meeting no resistance, Naruto nibbled on the sensitive skin and murmured something low enough to get lost in the sounds of the bus engine. His grip, that was anxiously tight until that moment, softened a bit, so Sasuke rearranged his jacket over his lap and Naruto's hand and relaxed some more.

It was dark outside already and Naruto's skin was oddly matte, even though his right cheek was illuminated by the emergency lights. Resisting the urge to turn completely and kiss Naruto, Sasuke tilted his head slightly to the side. Naruto understood, or he just had good instincts, so he slid his lips down Sasuke's jaw line to his neck, licking a bit on his way. His hand finally moved in the right way, stroking the length of Sasuke's cock carefully a couple of times, then rubbed and scraped a little with his thumb on the leaking head. Sasuke had to jerk, the pressure was too much this early, but Naruto returned to stroking right away, murmuring shushing sounds.

His hand was not very steady, probably because he was right-handed and yet using his left. The uneven jerking movements that maybe were annoying once he'd stop for moment to reinforce his grip became all the more thrilling when he'd come back to it, enthusiastic and tight around his cock.

It didn't take long, again. The moving of the bus, the danger of being caught, and also the fact that the lights outside were brighter meaning they were entering the city, were all very stimulating, almost as much as Naruto's hot palm and his teeth on Sasuke's neck. He was not biting to bruise, just scraping lightly on the skin there. Sasuke was already very close, his fingers tightening around the hem of his jacket. And when Naruto found his earlobe with his teeth and bit into it harshly, to compensate for the self control he had to show while working on his neck, Sasuke came without a thought, without even a warning.

Fighting not to gasp, not to make any noise, Sasuke's mind was hazy under the shockwaves of the orgasm. But he still felt a simple, dry kiss Naruto left on his cheek before he backed off. Naruto's hand followed soon. And while Sasuke was unable to do anything but sit and breathe, he dug out some wet tissues and wiped his hand, leaving one out over Sasuke's jacket.

"Seems we're close," Naruto said with a small grin, watching the bus cross a complicated highway junction through the window. It was funny. If he was alone, Sasuke might have laughed.

Instead, he put the tissue to good use. The noise from behind was growing louder and soon, first buildings, and then a variety of factories, came to sight. Traffic in the city was heavy but it didn't take too long until the bus parked at what seemed to be an empty construction site rather than a parking lot. The teachers were up and giving instructions they had gotten from the guide who was sitting on the extra chair next to the driver.

The hotel was a couple of corners away. They were to pick up their bags and follow closely, because the location was tricky to reach and they needed to memorize it, because they were staying at that hotel for several days. Sasuke easily recognized the square not far down the street from where they had parked from his last visit to the country.

Naruto hopped out as soon as the door opened. Sasuke waited until everyone else cleared out, ignoring people passing by his seat, even those who leaned in to ask him why he wasn't moving.

He got off the bus just in time to hear Kakashi, the other teacher, telling a group of gathered students that all those who were over eighteen could, if they wanted, go out that night. The only thing the teachers were asking of them was to inform them about it before they left.

Over the sea of student's heads, Sasuke caught Naruto excitedly talking to an equally excited Kiba. Well, it seemed that the two of them would be going out. Sasuke planned to stay in his room, take a long shower and make a detail plan to avoid Naruto by any means necessary.