Summer Fancy

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Summer Fancy


Naruto remained undecided as far as Summer was concerned.

When Summer ambled along, Iruka wanted nothing to do with him.

Unlike in Winter and Fall, Naruto’s higher body temperature only worked against him.

In Konoha, Summer’s were spent inside and naked in front of a fan. Naruto quite liked this part.

Iruka looked very pretty when he was panting and shimmering in the sunlight filtering in from the flung opened windows in only his boxers. Sometimes he’d mix up their underwear by mistake and he’d be in Naruto’s boxers.

Naruto could watch his former sensei for hours while Iruka whimpered and moaned about the heat, his chest and back shining like he’d rolled in glitter.

Naruto decided very quickly that he loved this part of Summer. This part of Summer he wished would happen everyday.

But then there was the bad part. The part of Summer where he was not-allowed-to-touch!

After a full day of watching Iruka bitch and moan and work himself up, Naruto wanted nothing more than to rush forward and slip those cute little dusky nipples into his mouth. Iruka had let him get away with it twice during the Fall.

But now, no matter how much Naruto bemoaned his heavily aroused state and tried to plead, Iruka didn’t even have the strength to blush at his words. He adamantly said ‘No’ and ‘Get the hell away from me’.

Naruto discovered that Iruka was very rude when he was hot. But at least now he was so used to being gawked at and lusted over that he didn’t try to clock Naruto.

He wouldn’t even cook his homemade ramen like he used to. All he did was walk around in Naruto’s boxers and pant like a bitch in heat.

Iruka sometimes didn’t even do Naruto the courtesy of wearing clothes at all!

Sometimes he’d walk right out of the bathroom after having taken a cold shower and strut into the kitchen to plop down in front of the refrigerator and leave the door open.

After the fifth time this happened, Naruto was positive that Iruka was just doing it to be mean.

Come on! Sitting in front of the opened fridge after a cold shower?!

Iruka’s nipples stuck out like little candied treats!

Naruto would always sit at the end of the kitchen, as close as Iruka would let him get without bitching at him, moaning constantly and voicing his desire. Often he’d get so hard from watching the chuunin give pleasant little breathy sighs of relief that he’d have to leave for his room for a few minutes.

Soon, Naruto had taken to shutting all the curtains. “Stupid perverts,” he’d mutter, glaring out at the scattered few shinobi that had no right peeking in on his Iruka.

During the very height of the heat wave, Iruka wouldn’t even bother moving. He had Summer break off from the Academy, and he only worked the weekend shift at the mission’s office.

Usually Naruto would come home to find Iruka naked and sweating, lying on his stomach over the cool wood paneled floors. He’d flop from spot to spot, soaking up as much of the chill as he could before the entire floor was the same temperature as his body.

Then he’d start groaning, arching his back a little in the hopes that a cool breeze might come by and chill the floor again.

Naruto thus blamed his following actions on his frayed nerves. The tension had built up inside him for too long and the sweltering heat was just bringing it to a boil.

On his way back from training, he snapped. Everywhere he went, day or night, he swore he could hear Iruka moaning and see him sweating and sticky.

Naruto ran like the whips of hell were licking at his heels and burst through the door. The hinges creaked indignantly and before Iruka had a chance to reprimand him, Naruto had scooped him up and over his shoulder.

“Hey!” the chuunin squawked.

Iruka struggled for a full three seconds. Then he gave up. It was too hot to fight.

“What are you doing?” Iruka groused out, his arms hanging limply as his head bounced against the taller man’s broad back.

“You’re sweaty and you smell bad,” Iruka complained. “Put me down, you’re too hot Naruto!”

“And you’re too cold, sensei!” Naruto shot back.

He hauled Iruka into the bathroom, his eyes running over the caramel covered smooth backside of his roommate.

Before Iruka could protest further, Naruto had climbed into the shower stall, still very much clothed, and turned on the water full blast.

It brought Iruka back to life with a flourish and he suddenly yelped and jolted, punching Naruto’s back while simultaneously trying to protect his naked rear from the icy cold blast. He swore he could feel his balls shrinking.

“Naruto you idiot!” Iruka hollered, squirming so fitfully that they slipped and fell.

Naruto grappled for something to keep him steady, but all his floundering grip discovered was the dolphin printed shower curtain. They went down and the plastic curtain ripped and slid next to them.

Iruka was very quiet as he lay on Naruto’s chest, the blond sprawled out beneath him with his legs hanging out of the stall.

Naruto could sense building fury and was desperately trying to think of a way to remove Iruka and run for Suna.

A hard doe brown gaze slid up to meet him, narrowed and twitching. “Naruto…”

He panicked. “It’s not my fault!” he cried out. “You keep walking around naked!”

A vein in Iruka’s left temple started to throb and Naruto saw him maneuver his toes so that he turned the handle, cutting off the water.

He swallowed thickly. A sudden flashback struck him; he had caught that stupid cat with the bow and it had beaten the life out of him.

Iruka’s thick lashes fluttered and a soft groan escaped him. Naruto wonder for a moment if he had hurt himself before he realized what he’d been doing in his dread. Iruka darted his tongue out to wet his lips as he gasped.

Naruto kept rubbing his left nipple, rolling the stiff little nub between his fingers like he’d been wanting to for ages.

“Please,” he begged. “C’mon, just…I have to…”

Naruto bit his lip, eyes glued to Iruka’s slender chest. He didn’t know what possessed him, but as Iruka wasn’t really saying no or fighting back….

He lurched forward, hands circling around Iruka’s waist and hauling him closer. His lips fastened around a pert nipple and he closed his eyes while started to lick and bite and suck.

Iruka squirmed and then moaned loudly. Naruto felt strong hands slid into his wet blond hair and pull his head closer.

Finally, finally, finally!

He didn’t waste another moment on fearing when Iruka would snap out of it and clock him a good one. Instead he focused all his attention on worrying his teeth over the nipple he was working over.

Iruka kept groaning and shifting and when Naruto thought that that nub had had enough attention, he moved to its twin.

He answered every whimper with a low grunt, moving to accommodate Iruka’s position in his lap.

The chuunin let out a cry of pleasure and Naruto popped free from where he’d been latched, watching as Iruka panted and writhed and…

Iruka was dry humping him.

Naruto groaned loudly and glanced down, watching the whisky coated thighs parted around his waist, the stiff blushing erection standing up between them.

Iruka stopped rubbing himself on Naruto and jolted as though he’d just realized what he was doing.

Before any excuses and escapes could be had, Naruto grabbed Iruka’s hips and moved them back and forth, helping the chuunin rock over him. Soon after, his mouth was again concentrated on the dusky nipples peaked and aching for his devotion.

Iruka whimpered and wriggled in Naruto’s grip.

Naruto couldn’t see his expression from where he was, but the sounds being issued sure told him he was doing a good job.

It was almost with a groan of disappointment however, that Naruto felt Iruka stiffen and shout out quite loudly before slumping against him, his breath falling heavy.

Naruto held the chuunin close, his hand slipping over Iruka’s wet sides and back, feeling every little shudder and pant.

He swallowed thickly, his trapped erection aching and twitching for attention.

Iruka slowly sat up, his face flushed and his lips full and reddened from him chewing on them.

Naruto was panting, licking his lips and keeping his gaze locked on the chuunin’s. “Heh, not mad anymore are you?” he joked.

Iruka narrowed his eyes and whapped Naruto on the top of his head, struggling from his grasp.

“Get the hell away from me!” he snapped. “You’re too hot!”

“Hey!” Naruto cried out indignantly. “You could at least return the favor!”

He gestured to his tented crotch with a pleading look.

Iruka snorted and reached across the stall, flicking the cold water on with a twist of his wrist.

“Oi!” Naruto yelled, twisting and sputtering as he tried to protect his aching groin.

Iruka laughed and bolted out of the bathroom in a hurry. Naruto heard him yelp and then a heavy thump, meaning the chuunin had just discovered why it was stupid to run inside while wet. Especially over slick floors.

Naruto laughed loudly as he turned off the shower and heard Iruka grumbling to himself.

Yep, Naruto still remained undecided as far as Summer was concerned.

But he had hope for the following seasons.