I've completely rewritten this.
Along with changing the tense, I've added much more detail. I cringed so badly when reading the old version... *shivers*
I hope to plan out a decent plot for this this time around!
WARNINGS: YAOI, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND SWEARING.
Okay, on to rewritten chapter 1!
Naruto wasn't stupid. Not in the slightest. Perhaps 'unmotivated' was a more fitting word. His reasoning was: 'if there isn't an immediate reward, then why bother?'
School was just one of those things that didn't offer any immediate rewards, therefore Naruto was completely unmotivated, much to his teachers' dismay. He was barely passing any of his classes, and no matter how hard his teachers tried, they simply couldn't get him to work any harder.
"That's it, Naruto!" Iruka—his homeroom teacher—shouted at his lazy student. He shoved a test covered in red pen in Naruto's face, but Naruto just continued to stare at his phone, clicking away on the small keypad. Iruka was absolutely fuming by that point.
"You're lucky I don't just confiscate that!" he yelled, desperate for Naruto's attention.
Naruto looked up from his cellular device long enough to raise a blonde eyebrow, proving just how ridiculous that threat truly was.
"You're too nice for that, Iruka-sensei," Naruto said, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips. "Plus, you just love me too damn much!"
Iruka sighed and dropped the hand that held the paper to his side, silently admitting defeat. His student knew him too well, that was for sure.
"I do love you, Naruto," Iruka said, "and that's why I want you to pass. You got a forty on this last test, Naruto—a forty!"
When Naruto failed to show the appropriate response yet again, instead giggling to himself about something on his phone, Iruka sighed dejectedly, shaking his head in disappointment.
"You leave me no other choice," he said, his voice tired. "You're going to be tutored by Uchiha Sasuke everyday after school for the rest of the semester."
Naruto's phone slipped from his grasp and clanked onto the desk. It took him a moment to recover, then he turned his disbelieving gaze to Iruka and just stared, his mouth slack with shock.
"Wh...WHY THE TEME?!" he shrieked, drawing the attention of a couple of nearby students with the booming volume of his voice. Iruka's eyebrow twitched a bit, his patience for his student wearing thinner by the second though his voice remained surprisingly calm.
"Because Sasuke-kun is at the head of the class. You're at the bottom," he said, smirking slightly at the blonde's forlorn expression. Poor kid. "This is our way of evening things out."
Naruto opened his mouth to say something further—perhaps to beg for something, anything else—but Iruka stopped him, holding up his hand as a show of finality. "I don't want to hear it, Naruto. Everything's already set up," he said. "He'll be coming by your house today at 5 o'clock sharp, so you'd better be there!" Iruka lowered his hand, a triumphant smirk nearly splitting his face. Though he did hate to do this to Naruto, the kid definitely needed help.
Naruto pouted like a puppy that had been repeatedly kicked in the face with a steel-toed boot. His eyes watered and his lip quivered pathetically, but Iruka stood his ground. He must have really been fed up—or maybe he was just heartless.
"You couldn't have chosen anyone else?" Naruto whined. "Hell, I'd have even taken Lee over the bastard!" He shot a quick look across the room at Sasuke and pouted, his eyes narrowing into slits. That guy pissed him the fuck off.
"Don't use language like that," Iruka gritted. "You may be on your lunch break, but we're still in school."
Naruto just rolled his still-watery eyes, sighing dejectedly and crossing his arms over his chest. After shooting one more ineffective pleading glance towards his sensei, he picked up his phone and resumed texting whoever he was talking to before his life took a turn for the worst.
Tutoring with the Uchiha wouldn't be so bad...right?
Naruto got home at exactly 4:45. He'd dragged his feet as much as possible in hopes of accidentally coming home later than five, but he soon found the pain in his stomach to be of greater importance than dumb bastards; he really was getting terribly hungry.
The second he burst through the door—though he remembered to shut it behind him this time—he ran to the kitchen, throwing his backpack near the couch in his haste. Once there, he grabbed a cup of instant miso ramen from the cupboard and began making it, a huge smile on his face.
It wasn't long before there was a knock at his door, effectively wiping the carefree smile away. With an irritated huff he trudged to the front door of his tiny apartment, taking his sweet time to get there. He stood in front of the door for a moment, simply glaring at it as though that alone would get Sasuke to go away.
After a series of repetitive, aggravating knocks, he flung the door open, shooting his best death glare at his new 'tutor.'
There the Uchiha stood in all his self-assured glory, one fist poised in mid-knock, though he sported his best condescending smirk just for his new little student.
"Hey, Naruto," he said, a haughty air to his voice as he pushed past the blonde, walking straight into the entryway of the small, messy apartment.
"Well aren't you polite?" Naruto growled, completely unamused by Sasuke's antics. He could have at least waited to be invited in!
Completely ignoring Naruto, Sasuke kicked off his shoes at the doorway—not even bothering to set them on the rack—then made his way into the unkempt living room, scowling in disgust at the ramen-container graveyard. With an annoyed sigh, he sat on the couch, shooting a coy smirk at Naruto who only glared.
"What's wrong, Dobe?"
"You!" Naruto practically snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at the unwelcome visitor. Sasuke scoffed. Like he wanted to be stuck tutoring the blonde idiot.
"Hey, I don't like this situation anymore than you do, but neither of us have a choice," he said, shrugging dismissively. "I need hours, you need help. It could be a win-win for the both of us, you know."
Naruto just pouted, shut and locked the door—still pouting—and stomped to the kitchen to fetch his hopefully cooled-off ramen. He grabbed it, then dragged his feet back into the living room. He scowled darkly as he sat in the chair across from Sasuke, projecting as much hatred and contempt as he could at the Uchiha menace.
The two rivals locked eyes, smoldering black against piercing blue. Sasuke sat calmly, both arms spread over the slightly-torn back cushions of the sofa. Naruto, in comparison, sat hunched over, slurping his noodles with his knees tightly drawn to his chest.
"I hate you," Naruto said after a moment of intense, soul-consuming staring. He slurped another mouthful of cheap noodles, though he didn't dare drag his eyes away from Sasuke.
"I know," Sasuke said with a nonchalant, one-shouldered shrug. That same condescending smirk still tugged at the edges of his pursed lips, only adding to Naruto's extreme distaste.
Naruto pouted, noodles falling from his mouth though he didn't really care—or notice. God, he'd been completely serious about taking Lee over Sasuke! He knew hearing Lee's constant talk of 'youth' had to be better than this torture. Hell, he'd have done just about anything if it meant he never had to see the bastard's smug face again.
Somewhere during their staring contest Naruto's instant noodle cup ran dry, meaning he was forced to face the facts: he had to spend the better part of his evening with the person he despised most in the world.
Resisting the urge to groan in unbearable agony, Naruto placed his empty cup on the small table next to him, drawing his knees closer to his chest once he settled back into the chair.
"So," he said, finally breaking their angst-riddled silence, "how long are you staying for?"
Sasuke shrugged, dragging his eyes away from Naruto and looking at the clock on the wall. The blonde was relieved, though he'd never admit it. All that intense, extended eye contact had started to weird him out.
"As long as it takes for you to learn something," Sasuke said, though he soon sensed the perfect moment for a confidence-crushing joke. "Well, I take that back; I really don't want to spend the rest of my life here."
Naruto growled lowly in his throat, his eyebrow ticking almost violently.
"Watch it, Teme," he said, his voice calm—too calm. But Sasuke just smirked again, though he seemed even more amused than before.
"Well, we should probably get started," he said.
Grumbling to himself, Naruto dragged his ass from its place on the chair and grabbed his backpack near the couch. He plopped down next to Sasuke, though there was one empty cushion between them; he didn't want to catch whatever it was that made Sasuke such an arrogant prick.
"What should we start on?" he asked, his tone reminding Sasuke of a grumpy little kid.
"How about math? Something easy."
With a small scoff, Naruto unzipped his backpack and flung his math folder onto the seat next to him. No words were spoken for a full minute before he finally broke their silence, seeing as Sasuke obviously wasn't going to.
"Teach me things," he said.
Sasuke rolled his eyes; if only it were that easy.
"God, you're such a Dobe," he muttered.
"God, you're such a Dobe!" Naruto bit back, his voice a nearly hilarious imitation of Sasuke's.
"Shut up, Usuratonkachi."
Naruto's lower lip jutted and his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Sasuke smirked slightly, shaking his head, then picked up the folder that laid on the empty seat. He opened it and started flipping through Naruto's notes—or should he say, lack of notes.
"Naruto, is this seriously everything you have written down?" Sasuke dragged his eyes from the nearly empty notebook to glance at Naruto, only to find the blonde blushing and shrugging slightly. Sasuke sighed. "Why do you even bother to show up for class if you don't pay any attention?" he asked. This time, he wasn't even meaning to sound like an asshole; he was really just curious.
"I do too pay attention!" Naruto said.
Sasuke raised a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. Was he serious?
"Really?" Sasuke said, completely deadpan. "Then why are you two points away from failing?"
Naruto's pout grew infinitely deeper. "It's not my fault Kakashi-sensei hates me!"
"He's only one teacher."
"It's not my fault all my teachers hate me!"
A huge sigh forced itself past Sasuke's lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. They were getting nowhere and he doubted they'd make progress anytime soon, much to his chagrin. Why did he have to get stuck with Naruto of all people? He'd have even taken Lee, for God's sake.
"Maybe if you actually tried instead of sleeping, talking with friends, or staring off into space, you'd actually make decent grades," he gritted.
Naruto blinked a couple of times, his face growing angrier before morphing into one of pure bewilderment. He turned his gaze to the boy sitting near him, a small grin stretching across his whiskered face.
"Hey," he said, "that was kinda like a compliment!"
Sasuke just stared blankly before giving up on what that possibly meant.
"...Sometimes I seriously wonder how your brain works," he said, shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of Naruto's odd thinking patterns.
Naruto's grin grew wider, causing Sasuke to roll his eyes to the ceiling above. He decided it really was time for them to get to work, and ripped out a piece of paper from Naruto's mostly-unused binder.
"Can I have a pencil?" he asked.
Naruto nodded then shuffled through his backpack for a second before finding a led pencil with a frog-tipped eraser. He pushed his backpack onto the floor then held it out for Sasuke to take. Sasuke quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing as he took it from Naruto. He quickly wrote down a problem, then handed the paper, pencil, and binder to Naruto, sitting back and crossing his arms as the blonde blankly stared at them.
"Solve that," he said.
Naruto gulped and nodded; he'd show the Teme just how smart he was! He held the pencil right next to the problem and stared intensely, his eyebrows furrowed in deep, deep thought.
A good minute later and he was still staring at the paper.
"Uh...when did we learn this?" he finally asked.
If Sasuke were anyone else, he would have face-palmed himself until he bled.
"Are you fucking serious, Naruto?" he said, his voice nothing short of done. "Kakashi-sensei taught this to us yesterday."
"You really are dead last, aren't you?"
Naruto pouted angrily, but turned his sights back to the evil paper and its enigmatic scribbles.
"What does that symbol mean?" he asked, angling the paper slightly so Sasuke could see. He pointed at a particularly strange scribble and looked at Sasuke expectantly.
Sasuke shook his head sadly.
"It's theta," he said.
Sasuke almost groaned. Thank God for his amazing self-control.
"Maybe we should start on something else, Dobe."
"No! I wanna figure out more about this 'theta' thing!" Naruto said, staring at the paper and clutching his pencil resolutely.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, but leaned forward. He figured he may as well try to explain the problem to Naruto.
Thirty minutes later, and he was one more poorly-phrased, repetitive question away from giving up and throwing himself out Naruto's window. He couldn't even tell if he was kidding anymore.
"God, Naruto," he said. "It's really not that difficult!"
"Yes it is!" Naruto whined. "I don't remember ever seeing anything like this before in my life!"
"Well maybe if you paid attention you would remember."
Naruto pouted and dramatically smacked the binder onto the floor.
Sasuke's eyes closed and his eyebrows rose slightly as he exhaled, the urge to walk out the door multiplying by the second.
"Look, Naruto, I don't think you're...stupid, but you definitely lack motivation," Sasuke said, opening his eyes slowly.
"Why should I be motivated?" Naruto said. "There's no point to school! It's just meant to torture us so adults can go and have all the fun!"
"You do realize they have these things called jobs, right?"
"We never get a break," Naruto whimpered, his face crestfallen as the agony that is living truly dawned on him. With a long, drawn-out sigh, Sasuke rubbed at his left temple.
"What would motivate you to pay attention and do your work?"
Naruto paused to think for a moment. Ramen? He already had enough of that. Money? Nah.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
So they fell into silence for a few moments.
Sasuke wracked his brain almost painfully. What could motivate Naruto? He was just a dumb teenage boy.
Sasuke's eyes widened as an idea shot through his mind. It was kind of insane, yeah, but so was thinking Naruto could actually learn.
As his eyes clouded over just slightly, Sasuke directed a dark smirk towards his clueless blonde 'student.' Naruto blinked a couple of times, surprised by the sudden shift to...creepy. That smirk was unnerving as fuck.
"Wh-What are you looking at?"
Sasuke's smirk darkened even more; it was practically a sneer by now. The sight shot a shiver down Naruto's spine, making him visibly tremble.
"You're a teenage boy, so you think about sex a lot, right?"
This could work out well for the both of us.
Naruto immediately blushed, his cheeks flushing a deep scarlet within a matter of seconds.
"Wh-What the hell kind of question is that?!" He tried to sound menacing, but failed thanks to the slight crack in his voice.
Sasuke chuckled darkly, shifting just slightly but practically grinning as he thought of all the...possibilities.
"I've got the perfect motivation for you."
Naruto blinked dumbly as Sasuke's words sunk in.
"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?!" Naruto asked.
"It means that for every good grade you get, I'll get you off."
Sasuke didn't slip up or stutter one bit, proving how confident he was that Naruto would accept his kind offer—and Naruto just stared, dumbfounded.
"BUT I'M NOT GAY!" he practically shrieked.
The sheer volume of Naruto's voice wiped the smile off Sasuke's face and caused him to cringe, but then he rolled his eyes.
"Tch, calm down, Dobe," he sighed. "It's not like you're gonna fuck me or anything."
"B-But you, touching my dick..." Naruto's eyes widened as his cheeks darkened. "You'll probably cut it off or something!"
"Naruto, you really are an idiot."
Sasuke crept closer to Naruto who pressed himself back against the cushions, but soon found he was unable to escape. Panic set in, though confusion was slightly heavier. The Teme was hitting on him?!
Sasuke brushed some of Naruto's hair out of his face—it was softer than he'd expected—and leaned in until his breath fanned over the shell of Naruto's ear.
"I've been told I'm very good with my hands, Naruto," he breathed.
Naruto couldn't repress a small shiver at the sound of Sasuke's voice and the feeling of his hot breath puffing over his ear, but tried to will away these strange feelings. He knew his sexuality! ...Right?
"But...I'm not gay," he said weakly.
Sasuke retreated, though only a slight bit, and relaxed into the couch cushions.
"We don't have to kiss or anything like that," he said. "I just want you to bring your grades up."
Naruto shifted uncomfortably in his seat, though he felt slightly better now that Sasuke wasn't all up on him.
"What makes you think I'd agree to something like this?"
"You don't have a girlfriend—hell, none of the girls in our class even give you the time of day," Sasuke smirked. "I'd just be helping you out. I'm sure you must be getting sick of your hand."
Naruto glared, but stayed silent. He searched Sasuke's eyes for any sign of this being a cruel joke, but he couldn't see anything but, well, honesty.
Sasuke smirked. He was definitely going to agree.
"Completely. So, do we have a deal?"
Naruto bit his lip. He never expected Sasuke to make this sort of offer! It was absolutely insane.
And kind of tempting.
"...You better not tell anyone about this."
Sasuke practically grinned in triumph, but settled for a larger-than-usual smirk.
"As if I'd want to, Usuratonkachi," he said, though he tried hard to mask the excitement in his voice. "I'm basically a prostitute, selling my service for your good grades."
With a small huff, Naruto crossed his arms over his chest. "How do I know if this is even worth me missing out on sleep?" he asked.
Sasuke's smirk only grew and he leaned forward, lightly placing his hand on Naruto's thigh and slowly dragging upwards. He didn't fail to notice the way Naruto shivered under his touch, nor did he miss the darker blush quickly staining his whiskered cheeks.
"Are you doubting my skills?" he breathed.
Naruto visibly tensed, but bit his lip as he locked eyes with Sasuke.
"N-No," he said shakily.
Sasuke traced his hand up higher, chuckling darkly when Naruto's breath quickened, until he barely ghosted over the blonde's crotch. He applied light pressure, though he was more than a little surprised when Naruto didn't even try to wiggle away. In fact, he seemed to roll his hips, if only slightly.
"I'll make it worth your time, Naruto," he whispered, his voice quickly becoming heavy with lust as he pressed a little harder. Naruto nearly moaned, though it caught in his throat when he remembered who was touching him like this. He wasn't gay!
...But Sasuke was pretty enough to be a girl, right?
Maybe it wasn't that gay.
He whimpered quietly as Sasuke pawed the slight bulge that blossomed under his careful touch. Sasuke leaned forward and nibbled on Naruto's neck as he unzipped his jeans, chuckling quietly when Naruto's breath quickened, his chest rising and falling quickly. He pulled out Naruto's quickly-hardening cock, nearly shivering at the feeling of it twitching in his hand, though he tried to control himself.
"You go commando?" Sasuke asked, though it was practically a moan as his own cock throbbed for attention. Luckily, Naruto was too far gone to pick up on that.
"Y-Yeah," he panted, bringing his fist to his mouth and biting it as Sasuke stroked him expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Sasuke collected the beads of pre-cum that gathered at the tip then spread them down Naruto's rock-hard length, shivering at the lusty moan he earned for the action. He repeatedly swiped his thumb over the head, earning another lust-drenched moan that went straight to his own cock. Naruto's noises were absolutely addictive.
"Do you still doubt me?" he rasped.
"F-Fuck no," Naruto moaned, rolling his hips and practically begging for more.
Never once pausing the quickening pace of his hand over Naruto's leaking cock, Sasuke moved so he was semi-straddling the blonde, giving him better access to increase Naruto's pleasure. With his free hand he reached into Naruto's pants, fondling his balls and rolling them gently in his palm. Naruto bit his lip, staring straight into Sasuke's eyes as he rolled his hips repeatedly, practically humping Sasuke's hand and coating it with pre-cum.
"I-I'm gonna cum," he moaned breathlessly, trembling slightly from the pleasure coiling in his stomach.
With a small, lusty smirk, Sasuke leaned forward and sucked on Naruto's earlobe, drawing it into his mouth and biting lightly.
Naruto fell off the edge, arching his back and moaning loudly, his eyes squeezed tight. Sasuke never stopped stroking him, helping him ride out his orgasm and maximizing his pleasure. In an attempt to make as little of a mess as possible, Sasuke cupped his hand over the head of Naruto's cock, catching most of his cum and shivering as hot rope after hot rope hit his hand. He leaned back to watch Naruto's face as he came; he wanted to burn that blissful expression into his memory forever.
Panting heavily and eyes barely open, Naruto smiled lazily at the boy in his lap as he slowly came down. Sasuke rolled his eyes and quickly stood up, trying to get out of the living room and to the kitchen as quickly as possible to avoid Naruto seeing his boner, though the blonde was practically falling asleep.
Once Sasuke made it to the kitchen, he turned on the water, though he merely stared at his hand curiously and didn't immediately wash it. He shivered as Naruto's moans reverberated through his mind, causing his own neglected cock to twitch almost painfully. Slowly, he brought his hand to his mouth, lapping at the gooey substance and panting quietly at the taste. He wanted Naruto to cum in his mouth...
He quickly ran his hands under the stream of cool water, washing away the rest of Naruto's cum while simultaneously trying to will away his throbbing erection. After shutting off the faucet he shook his hands, looking around for a towel or something to dry them on and scowling when he couldn't find a single thing. He resigned himself to drying his wet hands on his jeans, then focused all his energy on not having the hardest boner of his young life as he sauntered back into the living room.
"So do we have a deal?" he asked, sliding onto the couch next to Naruto. Naruto nodded his head, smiling with a little shrug.
"Yeah," he said, his voice still slightly breathless. Sasuke couldn't help the devious smirk playing on his lips as he thought through how much fun tutoring Naruto was going to be now that they'd made their little 'deal.'
"Maybe if you do really well, I'll suck you off," he said, his voice still raspy due to his own unsolved problem.
Naruto bit his lip, his eyes immediately hazing over again when he thought about Sasuke's pretty lips wrapped around his cock.
Maybe tutoring with the Uchiha wouldn't be so bad after all.
Better? D: Well, I'll be rewriting other chapters and such. Thanks for reading! Reviews make me happy c: