Drabbel Days

Kiba frowned as he watched his friend leave the library with a stuck up asshole following him. And he was stuck stalking bookshelves because of the temp job he took, he had to reorganize the entire library. . .



Which sucked he would rather go pick up Naruto and go do something fun to get his friends mind off the fact that one of the schools biggest assholes had it out for him. And one of the said assholes friends, also being an asshole was staring at him. Why were all the hot guys’ asses? He wanted to know that. Because Kankuro was hot, tall, well-built, brown hair. He was hot. . . However, much like Naruto’s new stalker, Kankuro was a complete dick. He guessed that’s how it normally went though, right? The hot ones were jerks and yet everyone still wanted them. Life was a fucked up thing.



Kiba shot a glare towards the male as he started putting books back up. Hot or not-- Kiba having a crush on him didn’t matter. He wasn’t stupid enough to fall for the jock type. He knew better so he would just ignore him. At least that was the plan.



Kiba turned sharply finding a stack of books on the ground. He looked up at the smirking male then back at the books. He was going to make Kiba pick them up. Wasn’t he?



Kiba sighed as he moved towards the table. He should have figured something like this would happen, why else would Kankuro be in a library but to fuck with people. He frowned facing away from the male picking up the books. . .



Kiba nearly dropped the books as he quickly stood turning to face Kankuro with wide eyes. "You just groped me!"



"Great guess captain obvious."



Kiba gaped for a few moments before he turned quickly walking back to the shelf, biting his tongue to keep from responding. Because he didn‘t trust his mouth. . .



Kiba angrily shoved books in their places, trying his hardest to ignore the eyes still on him. It bothered him greatly that Kankuro was here messing him. Though, what bothered him more was the fact that he sort of got excited when he was groped by the male. He wanted to ignore that little fact and hope the guy went away. Because he was fairly sure he couldn’t say no to any of his games. . .



Kiba repeated the words ‘don’t turn around’ in his head repeatedly as he focused on the books.



Tensing as his train of thought was derailed a hand covering his own on the bookshelf and one wrapping around his waist. 'Shit.'



"Were the only ones here now." Crap, were they really alone?



"Let’s have some fun." Why was he nodding his head? This could only end badly he was sure of that much. . .