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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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6
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45
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Third Giggle
A/N: okay, this isn't the giggle i had planned to write, but it's what came out. i hope you all get a kick out of it.
and, yes, the title of this collection did come from the song from "Singing in the Rain." ^^ it just seemed so appropriate.
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Third Giggle: Health Class
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Sasuke really hated health class. It was so embarrassing! Last week they’d learned how to put on condoms, on bananas of all things! Sasuke was sure it was just because their teacher was a pervert.
He trudged into the classroom and took his usual seat in the back. It was the best seat for observing the entire class and their reactions to their pervert teacher. Sasuke got a kick out of it, when he wasn’t sputtering in embarrassment himself. On the inside. Because Uchiha didn’t allow things to embarrass them.
But it was also the best seat to watch the class clown, Naruto. Sasuke missed out on a lot of lessons watching the blonde student. His tanned skin was unmarred, save for the six whisker-like marks along his cheeks, and his eyes were so, so blue. The raven had gotten over any hang-ups he might have had with the way he liked to look at and fantasize about the loudmouth, yet he would never tell anyone that he was absolutely smitten with the dobe.
The door to the classroom flew open, and in stepped their teacher, Kakashi-sensei.
The man was weird in so many ways, Sasuke had found. First off, his hair was silver, a color you could only get at a professional hair salon, which screamed a lot about the man in Sasuke’s opinion.
Second, he wore a mask for some strange reason, and obsessively made sure no one ever saw his face. Though Sasuke felt more obliged to believe the man just loved playing with people’s minds.
And third, he had them call him ‘Kakashi-sensei’ like he was their friend or something.
“Good morning, class! Today we’ll learn how to check for a broken spine if someone falls from a serious drop!”
Not to mention that he was completely, fucking random.
Sasuke turned away from the glittering eye of his teacher to focus his attention on Naruto, only to find that the tanned boy was looking at him! But when Naruto realized Sasuke had caught him, the blonde glared, stuck out his tongue, and turned petulantly to the front.
“Alright, I want to make this lesson as quick and painless as possible. It is important to know how to check for spinal injuries when someone has fallen from a serious height or has hit something with serious impact.” Kakashi turned to the chalkboard and began to write the different signs of a spinal injury. When he’d done so, the silver-haired man underlined one of the words that Sasuke knew sounded familiar, but couldn’t place what it was.
“This one,” Kakashi pointed at the underlined word, “is one of the only ways to tell if someone has suffered a spinal injury when the person is unconscious. Spasticity refers to increased reflexes and stiffness of the limbs. I want you to partner up and we’ll go over how to look for this.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, suddenly remembering what his brother had taught him long ago about the word he knew had sounded familiar. It was official; Kakashi-sensei was a pervert.
“Sasuke-kun,” someone nearly screeched in his ear. “Would you like to be my partner?”
Sasuke stared at Sakura, trying not to wince at the brightness of her pink hair, then looked past her at the board again. Knowing both what that word meant and that their teacher was a pervert bent on embarrassing the hell out of his students, Sasuke didn’t want the girl anywhere near him.
“Uzumaki is my partner.”
The class got kind of quiet at that, aside from Naruto’s exclaimed “Eh!?” But Sasuke merely shrugged it off and joined Naruto at the front of the classroom. The rest of the class paired up, and they all turned to Kakashi for further instruction.
“Okay, push the desks out of the way, and then one of each pair lay down on your back.” They all did as told and, again, waited for instruction. Sasuke was the one who had ended up on his back, Naruto being the stubborn ass that he was.
Kakashi began his instruction, guiding the kneeling parts of the pairs in how to feel for any kind of stiffness in the limbs. Sasuke tuned it all out as he lay there, just feeling Naruto’s surprisingly soft and warm hands gliding back and forth over his skin. The passage of those hands soon brought to the Uchiha’s mind all the fantasies he’d ever had concerning the blonde, and he found himself trying not to blush.
As Kakashi continued his lecture and Naruto’s hands continued to move over his body, Sasuke felt that familiar heat pool in his groin. He tried to will it away, tried to find something to distract his mind from those wandering hands when Naruto’s voice pulled him back to the present.
“Kakashi-sensei, why is this important? Wouldn’t the person be dead after a spinal injury?”
Naruto’s fingers passed over the sensitive flesh of Sasuke’s inner elbow, causing the raven to shiver in barely-suppressed pleasure.
“Not necessarily, Naruto-kun. That would be the result of a broken neck.”
His firm palms passed over the insides of his thighs, making the Uchiha tense from the strain of trying not to move.
“But the neck is part of the spine! So if it’s broken, then that means it’s a spinal injury, and the person would be dead!”
Kakashi didn’t answer Naruto, just gave him a flat look, and Sasuke tried to get his breathing under control. This lesson needed to be over now!
“With men, class, spasticity can usually mean the stiffening of the penis, as well,” Kakashi continued as though Naruto had never spoken.
The class burst out in concealed laughter and offended squawks, Naruto’s being the loudest, and the blonde’s hands slipped on Sasuke’s legs, brushing against Sasuke’s little ‘problem.’
There was silence between the two for a moment; Sasuke had his eyes welded shut and Naruto was not moving his hands from the intimate area. And then…
“Sasuke’s dead!”
No, Uchiha didn’t suffer embarrassment, but they did allow themselves to feel mortification.
~owari~
and, yes, the title of this collection did come from the song from "Singing in the Rain." ^^ it just seemed so appropriate.
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Third Giggle: Health Class
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Sasuke really hated health class. It was so embarrassing! Last week they’d learned how to put on condoms, on bananas of all things! Sasuke was sure it was just because their teacher was a pervert.
He trudged into the classroom and took his usual seat in the back. It was the best seat for observing the entire class and their reactions to their pervert teacher. Sasuke got a kick out of it, when he wasn’t sputtering in embarrassment himself. On the inside. Because Uchiha didn’t allow things to embarrass them.
But it was also the best seat to watch the class clown, Naruto. Sasuke missed out on a lot of lessons watching the blonde student. His tanned skin was unmarred, save for the six whisker-like marks along his cheeks, and his eyes were so, so blue. The raven had gotten over any hang-ups he might have had with the way he liked to look at and fantasize about the loudmouth, yet he would never tell anyone that he was absolutely smitten with the dobe.
The door to the classroom flew open, and in stepped their teacher, Kakashi-sensei.
The man was weird in so many ways, Sasuke had found. First off, his hair was silver, a color you could only get at a professional hair salon, which screamed a lot about the man in Sasuke’s opinion.
Second, he wore a mask for some strange reason, and obsessively made sure no one ever saw his face. Though Sasuke felt more obliged to believe the man just loved playing with people’s minds.
And third, he had them call him ‘Kakashi-sensei’ like he was their friend or something.
“Good morning, class! Today we’ll learn how to check for a broken spine if someone falls from a serious drop!”
Not to mention that he was completely, fucking random.
Sasuke turned away from the glittering eye of his teacher to focus his attention on Naruto, only to find that the tanned boy was looking at him! But when Naruto realized Sasuke had caught him, the blonde glared, stuck out his tongue, and turned petulantly to the front.
“Alright, I want to make this lesson as quick and painless as possible. It is important to know how to check for spinal injuries when someone has fallen from a serious height or has hit something with serious impact.” Kakashi turned to the chalkboard and began to write the different signs of a spinal injury. When he’d done so, the silver-haired man underlined one of the words that Sasuke knew sounded familiar, but couldn’t place what it was.
“This one,” Kakashi pointed at the underlined word, “is one of the only ways to tell if someone has suffered a spinal injury when the person is unconscious. Spasticity refers to increased reflexes and stiffness of the limbs. I want you to partner up and we’ll go over how to look for this.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, suddenly remembering what his brother had taught him long ago about the word he knew had sounded familiar. It was official; Kakashi-sensei was a pervert.
“Sasuke-kun,” someone nearly screeched in his ear. “Would you like to be my partner?”
Sasuke stared at Sakura, trying not to wince at the brightness of her pink hair, then looked past her at the board again. Knowing both what that word meant and that their teacher was a pervert bent on embarrassing the hell out of his students, Sasuke didn’t want the girl anywhere near him.
“Uzumaki is my partner.”
The class got kind of quiet at that, aside from Naruto’s exclaimed “Eh!?” But Sasuke merely shrugged it off and joined Naruto at the front of the classroom. The rest of the class paired up, and they all turned to Kakashi for further instruction.
“Okay, push the desks out of the way, and then one of each pair lay down on your back.” They all did as told and, again, waited for instruction. Sasuke was the one who had ended up on his back, Naruto being the stubborn ass that he was.
Kakashi began his instruction, guiding the kneeling parts of the pairs in how to feel for any kind of stiffness in the limbs. Sasuke tuned it all out as he lay there, just feeling Naruto’s surprisingly soft and warm hands gliding back and forth over his skin. The passage of those hands soon brought to the Uchiha’s mind all the fantasies he’d ever had concerning the blonde, and he found himself trying not to blush.
As Kakashi continued his lecture and Naruto’s hands continued to move over his body, Sasuke felt that familiar heat pool in his groin. He tried to will it away, tried to find something to distract his mind from those wandering hands when Naruto’s voice pulled him back to the present.
“Kakashi-sensei, why is this important? Wouldn’t the person be dead after a spinal injury?”
Naruto’s fingers passed over the sensitive flesh of Sasuke’s inner elbow, causing the raven to shiver in barely-suppressed pleasure.
“Not necessarily, Naruto-kun. That would be the result of a broken neck.”
His firm palms passed over the insides of his thighs, making the Uchiha tense from the strain of trying not to move.
“But the neck is part of the spine! So if it’s broken, then that means it’s a spinal injury, and the person would be dead!”
Kakashi didn’t answer Naruto, just gave him a flat look, and Sasuke tried to get his breathing under control. This lesson needed to be over now!
“With men, class, spasticity can usually mean the stiffening of the penis, as well,” Kakashi continued as though Naruto had never spoken.
The class burst out in concealed laughter and offended squawks, Naruto’s being the loudest, and the blonde’s hands slipped on Sasuke’s legs, brushing against Sasuke’s little ‘problem.’
There was silence between the two for a moment; Sasuke had his eyes welded shut and Naruto was not moving his hands from the intimate area. And then…
“Sasuke’s dead!”
No, Uchiha didn’t suffer embarrassment, but they did allow themselves to feel mortification.
~owari~