Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn Festival ~ a Naruto fan-fiction ❯ Chapter 5

Autumn Festival 5
ANarutoFan-Fiction by Ookami Kasumi

Warning: Mature (NC-17) - Hard yaoi content, adult language
Note: You do not have to be familiar with the series to follow the story.

`Naruto' characters, terms, and locations property of Masashi Kishimoto.
Original characters and locations property of Ookami Kasumi.

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Aoba leaned close. “Do you know where the double water fall is?”

 

Naruto nodded. “Yeah, I know where that is.” He'd passed it more than a few times going to and from the logging site.

 

Aoba stared hard into Naruto's eyes. “Meet me there at noon. Promise!”

 

Naruto nodded again. “Okay. I'll see you there tomorrow.”

 

Aoba pressed a quick kiss to Naruto's mouth. “Got to go!” He turned and fled back down the side street, his robes flying behind him.

 

Naruto walked the rest of the way to the inn, his heart a conflicted mess. He was thrilled that he'd finally seen Aoba again, and would see him tomorrow, but his heart ached knowing that it would probably be the last time they ever saw each other.

 

Sometimes being a ninja sucked.

 

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Five

 

Naruto continued his way back to the inn in a daze, left his sandals by the door, dropped his clothes in the corner, then went to take a shower hoping to clear his mind. Ninja lived from day to day, mission to mission. The future was too uncertain to plan for anything else. There was no room in his life for handsome sons of princes who lived in countries several months foot travel away from home.

 

Unfortunately, his throbbing erection didn't give two farts for what he thought.

 

Groaning, Naruto did the only thing he could. He dribbled a little hair conditioner into his palm, then took hold of himself and indulged in heated memories of hot kisses, tender bites, invasive fingers… His slicked hand moved swiftly on his rigid flesh, but it wasn't quite enough to bring him off.

 

Growling in impatient annoyance, Naruto propped his heel on the tile wall and used just a bit of chakra energy to hold it there. He dribbled conditioner on both hands, then reached around his butt with his off hand. Carefully, he slid his slicked middle finger deep into his ass to find and press that swollen gland deep inside. He sighed in bliss. “Yes…” One hand on his cock and the other inside, he once again retreated into his imagination of moonlight and fireworks. It still wasn't quite enough, but it was better than nothing. Groaning softly from the awkward position, his body finally gave way and released under the hot water.

 

Huffing out a long breath, Naruto rinsed away the last of the evidence, and shut off the water. What a fucking pain in the ass. A small tight smile curled his lip. Literally. Ever since that night, the simple pleasure of masturbation had become amazingly awkward. Simply jacking off just wasn't doing it for him any more.

 

He stepped out, grabbed a towel, and scrubbed himself mostly dry. Dealing with his new form of…getting off, wasn't a big deal at the moment, but he dreaded the long trek back across the wilderness where showers and privacy were non-existent.

 

Heaven help him if Jiraiya caught him with his fingers up his ass.

 

Naruto slipped on the twilight blue yukata he'd taken to using as a night-robe and stepped out of the bathroom. The scent of cooking rice filled his nose.

 

Jiraiya was seated in the right hand chair by the window reading a local newspaper spread out on the narrow table. His long white hair was pulled back into a long shaggy tail that draped down the back of his gray-green t-shirt. He still wore the pine green canvas trousers he wore when working at the logging site. The matching jacket hung over the back of his chair. He looked up and smiled. “Done with the shower?”

 

Naruto turned his gaze to the left and the electric rice cooker on the sideboard, and nodded.

 

Jiraiya brows dipped a little. “So, how did training go today? Any progress?”

 

Naruto walked over to the sideboard and looked through the clear glass cover at the cooking rice. “Some.” He took in a deep breath and faced his master. “I've got a grip on making wind blades, but the rasengan still takes a third hand to make it work right, though I can make it faster than before.”

 

Jiraiya frowned. “Hmm…” He rose from the chair and scratched at the back of his neck. “Sounds like your chakra control is getting better.” He shot a narrow look at Naruto. “Despite your distraction.”

 

Naruto stiffened. “What distraction?” He'd been doing nothing but training hard, every damned day.

 

Jiraiya snorted and gave his apprentice a tight smile. “Still living in denial, eh?”

 

Naruto crossed his arms over his chest and planted his feet wide. His chin lifted. “I've denied nothing.”

 

“Oh?” Jiraiya crossed his arms and planted his heels as well. “Shall we talk about your little adventure with the son of the local prince?”

 

Naruto blinked. He knows who he is? I didn't even know who he was! He shook his head. “So we had sex, so what?”

 

Jiraiya lifted his chin. “Did you have sex with Sasuke?”

 

Naruto stumbled back in sheer shock. “What? No!”

 

“No?” Jiraiya brows rose and his hands dropped to his hips. “The little prince is your first?”

 

Naruto tilted his head to the side, not quite sure what Jiraiya was getting at. “Yeah, so?”

 

Jiraiya shook his head and chuckled. “The way you've been pining after that Uchiha brat, I was convinced he was your first.”

 

Naruto curled his lip, deliberately baring a fang. “He was my best friend. And in case you hadn't noticed, I was fifteen at the time, you pervert.”

 

Jiraiya looked away. “Being fifteen didn't stop the Uchiha brat.”

 

Naruto blinked. “What?” He waved his hands before his face. “Wait a minute, are you saying that Sasuke had a…?” Boyfriend…? Girlfriend…? “…A lover?”

 

Jiraiya's brows lifted. “You didn't know?”

 

Naruto huffed out a breath. “Of course not!” He rolled his eyes and threw his hands wide. “No one ever tells me anything!”

 

Jiraiya shrugged and turned away. “Oh well, it doesn't matter any more. It's all over now.”

 

Naruto looked the other way. He was right, it was over. Sasuke had left everything and everyone behind to pursue revenge, and now… “Doesn't matter about this one either.”

 

Jiraiya looked back over at Naruto. “Hmm?”

 

Naruto fiddle with the belt of his robe. “He's leaving to go to some university the day after tomorrow.”

 

Jiraiya winced. “Ah shit. Look, I'm sorry kid.”

 

Naruto looked back over at his master and forced a smile on his lips. “No big deal. I knew it wouldn't last. He's a prince, and I'm…” He looked away. “I'm…not.”

 

Jiraiya wiped a hand down his face. “I think I'll go take my shower now.” He strode for the bathroom.

 

Naruto looked out the window at the dying sliver of the waning moon and nodded. “You do that.” After several long blank minutes, it occurred to him that he should give Aoba a parting gift, something to remember him by. However, being damned near broke he was somewhat limited in what he could give the son of a prince.

 

He blinked. The son of a prince…! Suddenly he knew exactly what to give Aoba. He walked over to his pack and pulled out a small blank scroll, his ink block, and his smallest writing brush…

 

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Naruto stood on the jutting rock overlooking the gorge, his dark blue jacket open to the cool mountain breeze. He stared up at the double waterfall falling from the split crag high above. All around him, maple trees blazed with the red, yellow, and orange colors of sunset. The sky above was vibrant blue with only wisps of white clouds.

 

It was only minutes to noon.

 

Naruto pressed his palm to his chest. His heart thumped hard under his palm while his belly was roiled with butterflies, but strangely, his mind was clear and empty.

 

From behind him came the rhythmic thumps of cantering hooves.

 

Naruto turned to look behind him down the embankment and the up the dirt logging road.

 

A glossy coin-gold buckskin horse with four black stockings and a pitch black mane and tail cantered toward him. He carried a young man with waist-length black hair was bound back into a snug tail. He was dressed in black jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. A short black leather jacket flapped behind him over a plain white t-shirt.

 

Naruto moved to stand at the very edge of the embankment, a smile curling his lips. Aoba…

 

With a soft chirrup, Aoba urged the horse toward the embankment. His mount leapt up and landed smoothly on the grass several yards away from where Naruto stood. Aoba turned his mount toward Naruto and clapped his heels to the horse's side, urging him into a gallop. Heading straight for Naruto, he leaned over the right side, and held out his hand, grinning.

 

Naruto grinned right back, his body tensing with anticipation.

 

The horse swept by.

 

Naruto grabbed onto Aoba's forearm and leapt, throwing his leg up high to land neatly behind saddle, straddling the horse's rump. He looped an arm around Aoba's waist and shouted for sheer joy.

 

Aoba urged his horse sharply to the right and uphill, away from the gorge and the waterfalls. They galloped deep into the maple dotted wood. The ride was breathtakingly swift and wild, the horse leaping over fallen tree trunks with ease.

 

In the very center of a grove of fiery maples and aspens with sun bright golden leaves, they came to a small meadow of tall frost-yellowed grass. Aoba pulled his horse to a rearing halt.

 

Naruto slid backwards off the horse's rump, landing smoothly in a crouch.

 

Aoba brought up his knee and slid down the side of his mount. He landed smoothly, dropping his split reins to the ground. The sweating, snorting buckskin trotted a few steps away and dropped his head to graze.

 

Smiling broadly, Naruto strode through the tall grass and up the hillock toward Aoba. “Wow, you're in jeans!”

 

Aoba climbed the opposite side of the hillock and met Naruto at the top. The wind lifted his silky black tail of hair. His midnight eyes were graced with long sooty lashes and straight black brows that swept upward. His high cheekbones and straight nose were a study in sweeping angles and touched with a hint of pink. His smiling cherry petal lips were full and moist. “You don't like jeans?”

 

Naruto shook his head at the handsome young man who towered a full head over him. “I like them fine. It's just a different look for you.”

 

His smile faded. “Gods, you belong in sunlight.”

 

Naruto's smile faded too. Strangely, a line from one of Juraiya's trashy books came to mind and popped out of his mouth before he could stop it. “I'll never see another moonlit night without thinking of you.”

 

Aoba's eyes widened, then his jaw clenched. He lunged for Naruto.

 

Naruto held perfectly still, waiting.

 

Aoba flung his arms around Naruto and kissed him with bruising force, his tongue surging past Naruto's parted lips.

 

Kissing him back just as hungrily, Naruto grabbed hold of Aoba's shoulders and gently knocked Aoba's booted ankle back. With a subtle tug, and a hard lean backwards, he pulled Aoba down to sprawl on top of him into the thick grass.

 

Aoba pushed up onto his knees to yank his black jacket off and tossed it away. He leaned down to take Naruto's mouth in another harsh devouring kiss.

 

Naruto looped his arms around Aoba's neck and replied in kind, memorizing his clean fresh water taste and the way his tongue danced and stroked against him.

 

Aoba's hands dug Naruto's t-shirt from his pants and shoved it up to his neck. He broke the kiss to look down at Naruto. His palms slid across the blonde's exposed chest and belly, his eyes wide in open admiration. He licked his lips. “So muscular, so golden…”

 

Naruto bit back a hiss of shivery pleasure. Aoba's hands felt warm and smooth like satin on his skin. “I-I'm outdoors a lot.” Like, every day of my life.

 

Aoba dropped his head and bit his way down the side of Naruto's throat, leaving small red marks in his wake. Reaching Naruto's chest, he latched onto Naruto's right nipple with teeth and tongue, sucking, nipping, and licking while his left hand reached over to tug and twist at the left nipple.

 

Erotic fire blazed a fiery path straight down to Naruto's dick, making it throb. He writhed gasping and moaning, his fingers seeking and finding the tie that held back Aoba's hair. A quick twist broke the tie. Black silk spilled into Naruto's fingers, across Aoba's back and onto the grass around them. He couldn't help but lift a fistful to his nose to take in the fragrance of sandalwood soap and the unique scent that was Aoba.

 

Aoba moaned in obvious pleasure around Naruto's nipple eliciting shivers.

 

The delicious vibration on Naruto's nipple made him shiver.

 

Aoba's right caressed its way down Naruto's belly, inducing the muscles into quivering, then moved beyond to the waistband of Naruto's pants. His fingers worked open the button and zipper. His hand slid in to grasp Naruto's straining cock and pulled it free

 

Naruto sucked in a deep breath. He was already so damned hard that it wouldn't take much to make him cum.

 

Aoba lifted his head and eyed the flared purple crown. A small dribble of clear fluid bubbled from the slit at the top. He gaze lifted to Naruto's and his eyes narrowed, his lips curving into a sly smile.

 

Naruto licked his lips in anticipation. Was he going to lick him there, like before?

 

Aoba scooted downward, insinuating himself between Naruto's spread thighs, and sucked Naruto's cock into his mouth as far as it would go. Two fingers closed around snugly the base of Naruto's dick. His tongue lashed the sensitive underside.

 

The pleasure was so intense, Naruto let out a choked cry and arched back, his hips bucking upward.

 

Sucking hard, Aoba pulled up and stroked his tongue across the sensitive slit at the top, then sucked it in deep. He rose again to lick the sensitive head, then sucked him back in. He rose and fell, then again, and again.

 

Naruto shuddered hard under the carnal onslaught. “Oh shit! Oh fuck…!” His balls tightened with the urge to cum, but wasn't enough, not nearly enough. He couldn't go over the edge. He cried out in frustration and tore up fistfuls of grass.

 

Aoba pulled up until Naruto's cock slid free with a wet pop. “Something wrong?” He smiled.

 

Naruto huffed in annoyed frustration. “I can't…” His face filled with embarrassment. “I can't cum that way.” …Anymore.

 

Aoba's smile became a knowing smirk. “Good.”

 

Naruto narrowed his gaze in suspicion. “What?”

 

Kneeling up, Aoba grabbed the back of Naruto's pants and boxers and yanked them up over his ass. With a hard tug, he pulled them off his legs and tossed them aside. “I'm pleased that you respond so well to me.”

 

Naruto snorted. “That's one way of putting it.”

 

Aoba grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and yanked it over his head. Staring down at Naruto, his gaze narrowed and hot, he opened the button to his jeans and lowered the fly releasing the rigid curving shaft of his cock. He reached down to stroke himself slowly. “I'm pleased because I want you to cum when I fuck you.”

 

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