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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Sasuke/Uzumaki_Naruto
  Character:
      Uchiha_Sasuke, Uzumaki_Naruto, Hyuuga_Neji, Uchiha_Itachi, Gaara_(Naruto)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Public_Sex, Public_Hand_Jobs,
      Barebacking, Underage_Drinking, POV_First_Person, Sasuke_is_a_slut
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      Published: 2011-05-13 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 17827
****** I've Got More ******
by Violetwylde
Summary
     Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat. No, it's more than that.
     I can be more to him and means more to me. But how to prove it to
     him?
Notes
     This fic was inspired by the song "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can
     Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! At the Disco. Not
     really the entire song but a single verse. It was a nice challenge
     for me and I am pleased with the outcome, I hope you will be too!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Exchanging Body Heat *****
Have you ever seen two 17 year old guys fucking in the passenger seat of a mid
sized sedan? Yeah, neither have I. That's why I'm glad my parents didn't buy me
some piece of shit, second hand Merc or, God forbid, a Mustang.  No, last year
they handed me the keys to a midnight blue MKC. Aside from being great for
hauling groceries around town (an errand I'm loathe to admit my mother sends on
regularly), my SUV fantastic for fucking blonds. And tonight, as I gaze around
the softly lighted interior there is nary a grocery bag in sight; there is,
however, a blond propped up on his knees, face buried in the upholstery. 
He is still breathing hard, his hands clenched around his ass cheeks. I'm still
rolling my hips at a lethargic pace, squeezing out any and every last drop of
sensation. I can feel myself softening even as I continue to thrust and I know
I ought to pull out and remove the condom before I slide right out of it.
Begrudgingly I leave his tight heat. I deftly remove the latex wrap and lean
over the blond, he crumbles like a house of cards onto the floor—or, more
accurately, the fold down seats. I find the button on the door's armrest and
roll the window down just enough to fling out the prophylactic. As I do I
secretly wish that some bored housewife finds it on her morning power walk and
turns her nose up in disgust—then she starts to fantasize about who could be so
desperate as to fuck in a playground parking lot. I don't think 'two horny
teenage boys' will enter her list of scenarios but the thought amuses me.
When I roll the window back up and lean back I realize my evening companion has
shifted. He is now lying on his back, looking up, and has a very nice view of
my dick. I don't mind that he's been staring, I'm not ashamed. He can stare all
he wants. He should worship it. That dick was just pounding the shit out of
him, making him curse like a fucking sailor. I sit back, resting my ass on his
stomach and smile—you can stare, sweetie.  You earned it with the way you
screamed me name. God that sound had been glorious—beautiful, melodious,
symphonic. If I went completely deaf to all other sounds for the rest of my
life, I think I wouldn't mind; so long as I was guaranteed I could hear him
moan and pant and scream whenever I damn well pleased.
I shift my position slightly and my knee lands in cold puddle next to his hip.
I grimace and he looks amused but he has the decency not to laugh. It takes the
frown away and I smirk. Nobody else could possibly make me smile the way he
does.
His name is Naruto Uzumaki and he's been the object of my desire for years. He
doesn't know that though—despite the fact that we just rutted like wild animals
in the back of my car. He probably just thinks I have turned my fleeting
affections to him like so many boys before him. And I can't blame him for that.
 There have been other torrid affairs—hushed sex in the basement and sloppy
blow jobs in public bathrooms.  I've bent many a boy over whatever piece of
furniture was readily available.
Nonetheless, this is different. This night took much more courage and planning
and worrying than any other time. Despite how cheap it seems—in the parking lot
next to a jungle gym—tonight was special. I don't know why, but... Naruto is
special.
He's smiling up at me. "I can cross that off my list now. Fucked by Sasuke
Uchiha," he says and makes a sign with his finger. "Check."
I smile back down at him and he chuckles. God, how I love the sounds that pass
through Naruto's lips.  Not just the moaning and panting, but the laughter and
softly spoken words. His voice is smooth and low—if mine were silk, his would
be velvet. His laugh warms my core; not in a sexual way, oddly enough
considering everything that has just transpired.
I start to sort through our clothes and chuck his at his still grinning face.
Once dressed we exit the vehicle through the back and walk around to the front.
He winces a little as he slides into the passenger seat and I smirk to myself.
I drive him back to school, where his car is still parked behind the gym. We
don't say much during the trip; he says he likes a song on the radio and I
agree. We enter the parking lot and I stop next to his Corolla. He gets out and
I follow. I move around the front of my MKC and lean back against the fender as
he unlocks his door and opens it. He throws one last look over his shoulder and
I smile.
"So what's your number?" I say as I fish my phone out from my pocket.
"Why?" He almost snorts his question.
I look up, a little confused. "...So I can call you?"
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah," he says, "Why  would I want you to call me?" I gawk
at him and he continues, "Fucking you is off my list now. Done. The list
doesn't begin and end with Sasuke Uchiha."
I'm speechless. I'm never in short supply of sassy retorts, but my vocal cords
are apparently paralyzed. I don't think I am even breathing. Naruto smiles,
lopsided and a little patronizing, and turns to get in his car. He says
something as he's shutting the door—some sort of goodbye—but I don't hear it.
It's like I am shell shocked, there is just a buzzing and the sound of my pulse
in my ears.
I continue to stand there, dumbfounded as he pulls away. I finally shake myself
out of my catatonic state and move back to the driver side door. I catch my
reflection in the window and I am surprised at how wounded I look. I suppose it
makes sense, I've never been shot down before—of course I've never asked for a
guy's phone number before either. Perhaps that's part of the reason for the
shock; it was my first time putting myself out there, actually opening myself
up for more. Damn, that was harsh.
===============================================================================
Something tickles at my brain during my entire drive home. I can't place it,
but there is something amiss. Nobody is awake, or at least around, when I
arrive at my house. I'm thankful for that, as I've got enough questions in my
head without wasting my time answering theirs.
I've made it into the shower, rinsing off the sweet remnants of sex, when I
realize what it is that didn't seem quite right about that parking lot
exchange—the second one, not the first... there had been nothing off about the
first. I know the boys at school with a reputation—I'm one of them. Naruto
doesn't have a reputation. I've never heard anybody—male or female—speak about
him in an intimate manner. I've never noticed him holding hands or otherwise
flirting with anybody. But at the same time, that was no virgin in the back of
my SUV. Is he so far on the down low that he's off even my radar?
My interest is piqued. So... what? Does he think he is the twink to end all
twinks? Like his asshole is so damn sweet that eating it would turn me into a
diabetic?
…Well he would be correct. Note to self: get blood sugar checked. I ate a lot
of sweet ass tonight.
But he is wrong if he thinks he can do better than me. I don't care who else is
on his little list, nobody could treat him the way I could. The way I can. Not
only can I fuck him into oblivion, but I can care for him the way he deserves.
At least I think I can. I've never wanted to... love... anybody before, but I
think I might be able to love him.
Of course there is no way for him to know any of this. After all, I do have my
reputation—and it isn't for being tender and loving.
So he thought he was getting an empty, albeit earth shattering fuck tonight?
Well he was sorely (ha) mistaken. He could have just accepted my invitation to
turn this into something more, but no—he had to be difficult.
That's fine. If he wants to play hard to get, I can play too.
===============================================================================
The first time I see him after our little escapade we're in the hall. It is
crowded with students traveling in and out of classrooms, up the stairs, out
the doors—but all I see is him. His eyes wander over my body and he grins; just
as he closes in on me he flashes a smile and winks. I maintain a cool,
indifferent exterior but inside my blood is starting to boil. It's a mixture of
lust and loathing and I clench my jaw once he is behind me. I won't confront
him now, I'll wait until the time is right.
I feel Neji's presence flank me before I hear him, "Hey, Sasuke."
"Hn."
"How did it go last night?" He asks with an obvious smirk in his tone.
Neji Hyuga is my friend. I do not qualify that title with "close" or "best"
because that would imply I have other friends. He is the only person in this
whole damn school I can tolerate enough to engage in a friendship.
He is a lot like me; stoic, proud and arrogant. I know those kind of sound like
bad traits, but trust me when I say they are becoming on us. Our stoicism
drapes us in mystery—people find it intriguing and are naturally drawn to the
unknown. Pride is really just another word for confidence, which is always an
attractive feature. Arrogance, well... we are kind of dicks—but that doesn't
seem to inhibit us in any way from getting what we want, so we continue to be
dickish.
"Well?" Neji presses further when I don't answer right away.
I sniff. "A little unexpected."
Neji knew about my plan—how I would approach Naruto after last night's
basketball game. I don't normally attend such events, but I knew he would be
there to support his friend Kiba. However, Neji doesn't know about my deeper
motives—my feelings. At least, I haven't told him outright—but he is a very
intuitive guy, I wouldn't be surprised if he noticed this was something
different.  Something special.
"So you fucked him, but..." he peers over at me as we walk. It takes him a few
seconds, then he sees it in my eyes—disappointment. He purses his lips.  "He
turned you down."
It wasn't a question so I don't bother answering it. If he'd been wrong I would
have corrected him. Instead I shrug and turn down the next hall. I have this
strange feeling in my chest, something very unfamiliar. It's the sting of
failure.
"Not for long," I flick my gaze back to him, my eyes are dark and determined.
He smiles back.
===============================================================================
During the time I spent planning out my approach to Naruto, I learned a thing
or two about his habits. I know his class schedule and how quickly he leaves
after the final bell rings. I know where he goes during lunch, and that is, I
have surmised, the best time to confront him.
He will finish his lunch with about 10 minutes to spare and leave the table
before his friends. He will take a long walk around the school grounds,
meandering toward his next class. I don't know why he does this, it looks like
some sort of zen routine—his eyes are distant and he walks as if out of memory,
he isn't focused on his path. The expression he wears is placid and if he were
anybody else I might think he was getting blazed in the bathroom between the
cafeteria and the sidewalk. He is beautiful, peaceful. I almost feel bad for
interrupting it.
I'm leaning against the brick wall of the main building when he rounds the
corner. As I expected, he doesn't see me so I call out to him, "Uzumaki."
A light flickers on in his azure eyes and he turns to face me. That flickering
turns to a full blaze and he smiles, it's all straight, white teeth and self-
satisfaction. The teasing expression translates into his tone, "Hey Uchiha. You
still looking for another round?"
I kick myself off the wall and move forward with my shoulders squared and my
hands in my pockets. I'm posturing like a goddamn animal protecting it's
territory, only in this case the territory is my pride. I circle him and his
gaze follows me with increasing anxiety. I am radiating confidence, I want to
intimidate him—just a little. I don't want him to know how much he has gotten
under my skin... or how much more under my skin I want him.
I stop and we are practically nose to nose. He swallows and I smirk. He is
frozen in place, like I have him cornered, even though I don't. He could move
if he wanted to; he could back up or push past me, but he doesn't move an inch.
"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy
you'll ever meet." I smile wickedly.  "Sweetie you had me."
There is a moment when the air around us becomes electric. His tongue darts out
to moisten his lips and for a second I contemplate taking them. I lean in,
captivated. Then I remember why I'm here and I stop just shy of contact. We are
so close I swear our atoms are swapping electrons, but I pull back.
I brush my shoulder against his as I walk past him. I can feel his gaze on me
as I round the corner and I smile inwardly.
***** Wit *****
Chapter Summary
     If there's a difference between smart and smart-ass, I haven't found
     it.
So detention was not my goal, but I'm not complaining. It's the closest to one-
on-one time I've gotten with Naruto since our little "conversation" during
lunch earlier this week.
He, however, is complaining, "My shift starts in 15 minutes. Please, Mr. Umino.
I didn't even do anything."
"This," our biology teacher says as he holds up a sheet of paper, "was
offensive and disruptive. You two are going to graduate in a few months and
these kinds of immature stunts won't be tolerated in college."
I roll my eyes. He really is blowing this way out of proportion. I get the
detention, but I don't think my future is on the line. So I had a little fun
with his pop quiz? My grades can take the hit and the laugh I got out of Naruto
was well worth it.
I must be smirking—funny I can't even tell when I am doing it anymore—because
he slams the quiz down on my desk, "Do you think this is funny?"
I look down at the sheet and back up to his face. "Kinda."
He huffs and walks away, leaving the quiz on my desk. I pick it up and admire
my handiwork.
1. What is asexual reproduction? A depraved activity involving lotion, tissues
and shame
2. Redness, warmth and swelling are all signs of what process? A typical Friday
night
3. What are the 3 phases of photosynthesis? Excitement, climax, release
4. Provide an example of a symbiotic relationship: A thick shaft and tight ass
5. What is the largest organ in the human body? My hard dick
The quiz was intended to pad our grades, because—truthfully—Iruka Umino is a
kind teacher. But I knew he was going to have us pass our papers forward for
quick grading and I couldn't resist. That frustrating blond was sitting in
front of me, seemingly unaffected by my presence. I had to get his attention.
"Please, Mr. Umino..." Naruto implores once more, trying to get a reprieve.
"No," he responds coolly as he wipes down the whiteboard. He turns and with a
contemptuous grin asks, "I don't suppose you have a job to get to, Mr. Uchiha?"
I smile. "Oh, I had a few jobs I was going to get, and a few I was going to
give... but I can reschedule."
He sneers, "Keep it up Sasuke and I will have you after school every day."
I tweak my eyebrows, and lean forward in my seat. I prop my elbow on the desk
and rest my chin in my palm. "Is that a promise?"
Oh, that has him bristling. My smug expression is only amplified when the
school secretary opens the door and informs Umino that his presence is
requested in the office. His mouth is gaping for a moment before he growls and
heads toward the door.
"Nobody leaves until I get back!"
He slams the door and I chuckle as I recline in my seat. I have almost
forgotten Naruto is there until he speaks, "Do you think this is going to
impress me?" He's turned to face me in his desk.
Isn't it? I arch an eyebrow in response.
"This whole slutty persona," he says, then pauses to run his eyes down my torso
and back up in appraisal.  "It's kind of pathetic."
My eyebrow crashes and my eyes narrow slightly. Nobody calls me pathetic. I
don't care how good a fuck they are.
"So was it out of pity that you had me fuck your brains out the other night?" I
sneer. He doesn't respond, just looks away. I should stop but my pride won't
let me, "Because that was clearly not your first time."
He doesn't look back and I huff. This is counterproductive. I wait a moment to
allow the tension to ebb before I speak again.
"I'm sorry," I say in earnest, then add, "about getting you in trouble."
He visibly stiffens with the apology and slowly, disbelievingly, turns to me.
I'm sure he has never once heard me apologize, it isn't something I'm very
practiced in. But I was sincere and I know it showed in my tone. He gives a
small smile and my whole world seems to brighten. A tiny grin tugs at the
corner of my mouth.
"It's okay," he shrugs, "I work for my dad. What is he going to do? Fire me?"
he laughs and I almost have to squint. it's so brilliant. "I just hopes he
still lets me go out on Saturday. Ino's having a party and it's supposed to be
pretty epic."
I take note of this little piece of information but don't make my interest
known. "So what do you do for your dad?" I ask instead.
Of course, I already know that Naruto helps out at his dad's restaurant—but
having that kind of knowledge might appear suspicious, so I play dumb.
Nevertheless, his eyes are dubious as he answers, "My dad owns a restaurant
downtown. I wait and bus and cook... whatever he needs me to do."
I can't blame him for doubting my sudden interest, but I am relieved he's so
amiable. Of course, I suppose once you have had somebody inside of you it is a
little difficult to be aloof. I'm trying to think of something to say when the
door opens and Iruka re-enters. He looks irritated, perhaps even more so than
when he left.
"Something has come up," he says, eyes shifting to out into the hall, "you boys
are excused."
Naruto jumps out of his seat and grabs up his jacket and backpack. He offers
many thanks to our teacher and practically flies out of the room. I hurry to
gather my belongings but the exit is blocked by my English teacher. I try to
push past him but he won't budge.
"What!" I snap as I see Naruto escape down the hall and round the corner. I
huff and step back, defeated.
The man smiles and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me shiver. If Mr.
Hatake weren't my teacher... no, even then. Well, if he were a few years
younger... nope, I still would. If he weren't so obviously a top... yeah, I can
go along with that argument. If it weren't for the fact that I would have to
bottom, I could definitely see myself fucking him. Neither the fact that he is
my teacher nor that he probably has a decade on me are turn offs. But I haven't
ever bottomed and I just don't see it happening.
He finally steps aside and I dash out of the room without a backward glance. By
the time I get to the parking lot Naruto is gone. I curse loudly and grab my
keys from my pocket.
===============================================================================
"Don't do it," Neji says, monotonous and bored.
I'm pacing in my room and he is watching me from my bed. I called him over to
bring balance to my suddenly manic state. I need him to be calm enough for the
both of us, and he's doing a damn good job.
I'm just... frazzled? I can't name this emotion, I have never experienced it
before. I'm on edge, I feel like my thoughts are turbulent and untamed, and I
don't trust them. I'm worried I could do anything at any moment. I want to go
to Naruto's dad's restaurant; I want to see him again. But to what end? I have
no idea what I would say and my presence would probably just come off as
desperate.
But I am desperate.
"Fuck!" I growl and fall face first into the mattress.
There is a moment of silence; the room is blessedly still. Then I feel the bed
shift and a weight settle on top of me. I can feel Neji's hands on my
shoulders, kneading the muscles through my shirt. Slowly I let myself relax and
groan as he works a knot. Neji has always been good with his hands; he knows
the human body in a way that is both sensual and terrifying. He knows how to
bring intense pleasure and unrivaled pain. I've had the fortune of experiencing
both... but that's another story.
His hands move down my shoulder blades, his thumbs rub circles along my spine.
Lower and lower until they are at the hem of my shirt. The strong hands dip
under the fabric and begin to move back up; they are so warm against my skin
and I groan again when he finds another tight spot. I would have let him
continue but as he leans into his ministrations, shifting to get a better
position, I can feel another hardness pressing against me.
I turn my head to the side and deadpan, "You really think that's appropriate?"
I can't see him, but I know he is leering as he grinds down into me with his
hands and his hips. "You like it."
I send an elbow to his neck as I roll over. He shouts as he is displaced and
lands next to me on the mattress. I look over at him with a cold glare and he's
still smirking. I can see his chest is starting to tremble and soon a laugh is
erupting from deep inside him. I kick him off the bed when the sound shifts
from chuckle to cackle.
"You are turning in to such a little bitch," he shouts from the floor, still
grinning.
"Fuck you Neji!" I grit out.
He stands up and straightens himself out, "I know!" his light eyes are gleaming
mischievously, "I can invite Hinata over and you two can braid each other's
hair and talk about boys and synchronize your periods!"
I stand up to level my glare at Neji's smug face, "shut the fuck up, Hyuga."
His smile falters and there is a flash of concern in his quicksilver eyes. He
crosses his arms and sighs. Neji's expression is strange—at least on him—it
says 'what am I going to do with you?'.
But when he opens his mouth that's not what comes out, "Snap the fuck out of it
Uchiha." I furrow my brow and he continues, "You can like the guy. That's fine.
Hell, you can love him, but get your shit together. It's embarrassing watching
you pine. We—" he gestures between us, "don't pine."
I open my mouth to retort but I can't think of anything good to say. I have
been pining, haven't I? I've been obsessing and wringing my hands and pondering
all kinds of 'what ifs'. Neji's right, I do need to get my shit together,
because this is rather unbecoming. I don't do insecure and awkward, I do
confident and suave.
As I let his words sink in I am suddenly taken aback. Did he say 'love'? I
don't know why, but for some reason I feel like he is giving me permission to
feel such a thing. Like I need him to validate my emotions. But, strangely, I
feel better knowing that he approves.
===============================================================================
I've had a few days to regain my composure and I am channeling my Uchiha-ness
to its full power by the time the weekend rolls around. I enter Ino's house
with a confidence that is only bolstered by the hushed whispers I hear
scattered through the living room. It isn't like everybody stops what they are
doing to stare at me, but my presence is noticed and that pleases me. I offer a
nod to those that make eye contact as I walk to the kitchen to greet the
hostess.
I'm not such a dick that I don't know proper etiquette; I thank Ino for hosting
the party, compliment her top and place my hand on her waist as I reach behind
her for a bottle of vodka. I know that she knows I'm gay, but that doesn't mean
she can't appreciate a little physical contact—she blushes slightly and I
simper. I pour a couple shots worth of liquor into a plastic cup and fill the
remainder with Sprite; it's a simple drink but it's efficient. I offer Ino one
last smile and leave the kitchen.
I do my own version of mingling—that is, I lean against the wall and offer nods
and smirks. A few people approach me and I respond with slightly annoyed,
monosyllabic grunts until they get the hint and move on. I wander from one room
to the next and repeat this process. I have yet to catch a glimpse of Naruto
and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe his father did ground him.
Walking down the hall I hear a familiar voice and peer around the corner.
"Watch out," Naruto says.
He is holding onto the shoulders of an auburn-haired man that I don't recognize
immediately. The guy is swaying even as Naruto steadies him. Naruto releases
his grip and moves against the wall to scoot past the man. But he suddenly
shoots out an arm and blocks Naruto's path.
The man looks at Naruto with cloudy eyes, "I've seen you 'round with my
cousin."
That's where I recognize him from. Fuu is Ino's cousin, a few years older than
us—he was a senior when we were freshman. I can't help but wonder what it is
that has brought him here tonight; probably looking for some high school
tang—pathetic.
"Yeah," he confirms, "you're that queer boy she hangs out with."
"Excuse me?" Naruto bristles.
I consider interrupting but I know Naruto is a big boy. I don't need to
emasculate him in this moment by swooping in to rescue him; he isn't a damsel
in distress and I am certainly no knight in shining armor.
"I don't get it," Fuu looks away for a moment, his body swaying slightly.
"Ino's pussy isn't good enough for you?"
I don't have a very good angle, but I'm pretty sure Naruto is glaring, "Fuck
off, Fuu."
Naruto shoves the man back and I expect him to stumble and fall with the way
he'd been wobbling earlier; instead he launches forward.
"You are a pretty little faggot," he says as he slams Naruto into the wall.
"Maybe you could show me what's so appealing."
I can't hold back anymore. I saunter around the corner and sidle up to Fuu. He
turns to look at me but doesn't release his grip on Naruto.
I lift my chin at him and growl, "Hey stud."
"I got this," Naruto protests between clenched teeth.
I flick my gaze to him and remark, "Clearly."
Naruto's wrists are pinned to the wall above his head, held tightly in place by
Fuu's strong hands. I turn my attention back to Fuu and lean in to him.
"If you really want to fuck a guy..." I say, low and mock-inviting, "I can do
things to your body that you didn't even know were possible."
That does it. Fuu releases Naruto in favor of taking a swing at me. I dodge the
punch easily and throw an elbow into his face, feeling a satisfying crunch. He
clenches his nose and falls to his knees. Blood is dripping from his hands and
I lean down with a fierce smile.
"Tsk," I sneer, "you wouldn't be able to handle me."
I knock my knee into his shoulder as I walk away and he tips over onto the
floor. I have to fight to not look back as I round the corner and return to the
party. Is Naruto looking? Is he happy? Is he pissed?
I realize I probably don't have time to find out; unless I want an all out
brawl in Ino's living room, it would be best to leave now. Finding the hostess
on the couch, I offer her my hand and pull her up to me.
I lean in and speak just loud enough to be heard above the stereo, "I fear I
may have worn out my welcome."
Ino pulls her head back and blinks. "Never!"
"Tell that to your cousin," I say and tilt my head in the direction of the
hallway. "He's bleeding in the back room."
She only looks a little surprised, Fuu must make a habit out of getting drunk
and starting shit. Ino huffs and rolls her eyes. I thank her again and head out
the door.
I'm almost to my car when I hear somebody quickly approaching. I turn, ready
for an altercation, and am immediately relieved to see Naruto jogging up to me.
I cross my arms and settle my weight on one hip. He stops in front of me and
rakes his hand through messy blond spikes.
"Sasuke..." he says, then looks away and I can see he is conflicted.  "Thanks,"
he murmurs.
He returns his eyes to mine and they're turbulent. He is grateful but resents
it all the same. I don't know if it's the fact that somebody intervened or if
it's because that somebody was me—but I can tell he isn't happy about it.
"I can't resist fucking with a homophobe," I reply with a shrug.
Naruto cracks a smile. "Yeah?"
"What?" I uncross my arms and loop my thumbs in my belt loops. "You thought it
was because of you?" I scoff, "Please."
My gaze flits to him and the corners of my mouth twitch into a teasing smile.
He shifts his weight and clears his throat. I wait for him to say whatever it
is he's thinking.
"So... you're leaving?" he finally asks.
I shrug and answer casually, "Well, I don't want to ruin the party by beating
the shit out of Ino's cousin." My smile grows just the smallest bit and I nod
to him as I add, "You should probably head out too."
His lips curve into a grin. "Is that an invitation?"
I arch an eyebrow at that and smirk. "Just some friendly advice," I say.
I walk to the driver's side of my car and turn back to Naruto as I open the
door.  I offer him one last smile. "Later."
***** Kiss *****
So the party didn't go exactly as I had planned, but I think I still managed to
make an impression. Seduction is overrated anyway. The question now – what is
the next move?
I am pondering this very thing in the library when I hear a crash down a nearby
aisle. I lean to my left and grin deviously at the blond on his knees, several
books scattered around him. Thank you Jesus, Allah, Satan – whoever is
responsible for this. I decide I need to visit the history section; who gives a
fuck if I am in English right now?
I saunter down the aisle and stop in front of the cursing blond. He has his
pile of books in his arms and starts to lift himself off the floor, then stops;
there is about six inches between his face and my crotch. He looks up with
bright blue eyes and I stare down with an arched eyebrow. I smirk and he
glares.
He gets to his feet and whispers harshly, "You lookin' for something?"
My eyes narrow slightly at his tone, it is a little too aggressive for my
tastes. I take a step forward and he tries to back up but is stopped by the
bookshelf.
"Yeah," I whisper back as I lean in to him.
There is a fierce competition between our gazes. His rich cobalt eyes are
defiant as they stare into mine. I am looking at him with much softer eyes,
because I have nothing to prove – unlike him. He thinks he is taking a stand,
but really he is just demonstrating how much he is in denial. So when I stare
at him, there is nothing but confidence. I am confident he wants me and that I
will have him.
As I start to close the gap between us I see his resolve wavering. Want is
starting to surface, displacing resistance. I grip the bookshelf on either side
of his head and he holds his books tightly to his chest. He is breathing
through his nose, no doubt concerned about the implications of parted lips.
"Uzumaki," I whisper and my breath washes over him. His nostrils flare,
inhaling my scent. I lean in a few millimeters more and bite my lip. His eyes
flit down and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. I fucking have him. I
release my bottom lip and moan against his mouth, "Na...ru...to."
Jesus, I almost cum it sounded so hot. My lips just barely brush against his –
not really a kiss, but a result of our proximity. I take a breath and prepare
to descend on his delicious mouth.
"Uchiha," a cool voice calls out from the front of the aisle.
I simper and pull back, Naruto's eyes flutter open. Raising my voice from its
previous husky whisper I respond, "Hatake."
I pull a book off the shelf behind the blond and I let my gaze linger on his
flushed face for a moment before I turn back to my English teacher. I take my
time walking back to him and just as I am about to pass he throws an arm out to
block my exit.
He eyes the book in my hand. "Medieval England?"
I look down at the book and up to him, I blink.  "Canterbury Tales," I reply
with a smug smile.
He purses his lips and nods. I'm allowed passage and return to my seat. I open
the book and flip through the pages with little concern as to their contents.
After a few seconds I see Naruto exit the aisle. He sends a nervous gaze my way
and I smile – not smirk – back.
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I have a free period 5th hour. This time is usually spent in the library doing
homework or dicking around on the internet, but it's drizzling this Thursday
afternoon and that means one thing – PE is going to be in the gym. So instead
of peace in a quiet room I opt for squeaking sneakers on a waxed floor.
It's a strange double standard that allows me to spend my free hour in the
bleachers, watching the boys' PE class. I would never be able to sit here and
watch the girls' class – not that I would ever want to – and no doubt the
faculty is aware of my... orientation. Nonetheless, I am allowed to sit in the
top corner and pretend to read while I watch the boys below me play basketball.
What ever happened to some good ol' fashioned shirts vs. skins? The blue vs.
red jerseys are considerably less attractive, but I suppose beggars can't be
choosers. Naruto is in a blue jersey, the flimsy material is dull and muted
compared to his eyes.
What I wouldn't give to be on his defense – I would block and check him every
chance I got until I fouled out. Then I would cat call from the bench. Yeah,
there is a reason why I am not in PE.
"You're leering Uchiha," a voice snaps me out of my reverie.
I shoot a glare to my right and see a familiar brunet sitting next to me. When
the fuck did Shikamaru sit down?
I roll my eyes, "What are you doing up here Nara?"
He turns and displays his forearm wrapped in a fluorescent green cast. I grunt
and nod before returning my attention to the gym floor. I don't mind Shikamaru,
that is to say – he is tolerable. He's usually quiet and when he does speak it
tends to be intelligent. I think the only reason we aren't actually friends is
that neither of us cares enough to bother.
"Right arm, huh?" I chuckle to myself, "Sucks to be you."
I can sense a smile in his tone when he replies, "Lucky for me I'm
ambidextrous."
I turn to him and he tweaks his brow, a small grin on his face. I huff a laugh
and turn back to the game. I have no idea who is winning but Naruto is
glistening with sweat – so I'm going to say that I am winning.
"What gauge are you at?" I ask without looking over.
He doesn't answer right away and I am about to roll my eyes and turn to him
when he responds, "Six, just went up last week."
"Hn."
He continues, "I didn't know you knew about piercings."
I smirk. "Ears aren't the only thing that can be pierced, Nara."
For a moment he's at a loss for words. My face is unmarred by metal of any kind
– which can only mean...
"You ever hear of a dydoe?" I ask and turn to him, "It's when you have short
barbells along–" I am making some very crude hand gestures when he cuts me off.
"Yeah. I know Uchiha," his eyes are wide, I think this is to keep them open –
for fear of letting them close and imaging exactly what it is that I am talking
about.
No. I do not have my dick pierced, but that will be a fun little rumor floating
around for a while. I am chuckling when my gaze returns to the gym floor. The
commotion has died down, it must be close to the end of the period. I snap my
book closed and slip it into my bag, next to me Shikamaru stretches.
We make our way down the bleachers, he turns towards the lockers and I enter
the foyer. I make my way to the door and peer outside. What had started out as
a light sprinkle is now a full deluge. I move away from the door and slip off
my backpack; I rummage through it until I find my umbrella and smile. I would
have made an excellent boy scout, except for during camping trips... I'm pretty
sure there is no badge for what I would have done with a bunch of boys in the
woods.
A few minutes pass and students begin to filter out of the gym. Most of the
guys pull their jackets over their heads and run like hell to the main
building, a few have hats or hoods. Luckily for me, Naruto has nothing but a T-
shirt; a white T-shirt to boot. I almost abandon my original plan in favor of a
watching a soaked blond during our shared 6th period.
No, I'll be good... ish.
He approaches the door with a grumble and I watch him as he chews his bottom
lip. Finally he sighs and turns to me with a pitiful expression. He doesn't
want to ask for my help, but he is out of any other option, save for stripping
naked and running to the building. It would keep his clothes dry... maybe I
should offer that as a suggestion.
"I don't suppose you would let me use your umbrella," he says coolly, already
expecting to be rejected.
"Why would I want to do that?" I retort.
"It would be the gentlemanly thing to do," he replies with a small smile.
I lean toward him. "Too bad I'm not a gentleman," I say and arch an eyebrow.
 "But if I recall correctly... you don't seem to mind my lacking chivalry."
His eyes narrow slightly and he turns to face the window again, "You don't need
it anyway. An arrogant bastard like you, your giant head can keep you dry."
I snort at that and lean into the door until the latch gives. A cool breeze
immediately surrounds us, bringing with it the fresh scent of rain. I smile to
him and nod my head outside. Stepping outside, I hold the door ajar while I
open my umbrella. He hesitates, staring at me while I stand under my dark
shield. With a resenting sigh he steps out and joins me under the umbrella.
As we walk back to the main building I can't help but wonder why he is being so
damn resistant. I've never done him any sort of injustice, it seems he has
passed a blind judgment on me and that is very hard for me to accept. I spare a
glance over to him and he appears to be holding back – his lips are pursed into
a thin line and his eyes are hard as he stares ahead.
I can't take it anymore. I stop in the middle of the sidewalk.  "What?"
He looks over to me with a bit of confusion tinting his wide azure eyes.
 "Huh?"
"You..." I say and sigh in frustration.  "What do you want?"
He furrows his brow. "What do I want?"
"Jesus, yes," I growl.  "What the hell do you want from me?"
"Sasuke..." he appears even more perplexed, "I don't want anything from you."
I sigh and drop my gaze. I'm so fucked.
"What..." Naruto starts and I look back up. He shifts his gaze away and then
back.  "What do you want from me?"
There aren't enough words. No, I take that back, the words I need do not yet
exist. I would have to create an entirely new language in order to answer that
question. Fuck words. I drop the umbrella and cup his cheeks in my hands. The
rain is pounding down on us, deafening me to all other sounds save the pulse I
can hear in my ears. I rub my thumbs against his tan cheeks and stare into his
gorgeous, wide eyes. They are swirling with something – excitement, anger,
arousal, fear... I have no idea, but I am about to find out.
I crash my lips against his and wait for his response. It isn't long before I
feel his hands brush against my shoulder and nestle into my hair, gripping the
spikes. He clenches his fists for a moment, tugging hard, and then releases. I
tilt my head a little more and he moves in opposition, deepening the angle of
our kiss. My tongue finds the seam of his lips and I roll it against the sweet
flesh. He makes a pained moan and opens his mouth slightly, I push forward and
my tongue traces the edge of his teeth before he pulls away.
"This is wrong," he whispers, turning his face away.
I smile against his wet cheek.  "Yeah it is."
He pushes me back and I stumble into a puddle. He looks like he is trying to
bristle, but he can't – he soaked to the bone and appears more like an angry,
wet cat.
"You want to know what I want?" He asks suddenly, his voice ringing sharply
through the downpour. I don't respond and he continues, "I want you to go back
in time and not fuck my best friend."
Kiba? I never fucked Kiba.
"I want to not feel guilty for wanting you," his shoulders sag with that
statement, weighed down with remorse and soggy fabric.
"Naruto..." I begin, but he cuts me off.
"Save it," he spits.  "Why don't you just go back to 'hit it and quit it' and
leave me the hell alone."
He turns his back on me and brings his hands up to fist his drenched hair.
There is a moment where neither of us move and I am about to take a step
forward when he storms off toward the main building. I just stand there and
watch him go, my head is spinning. I have no fucking clue what just happened. I
decide biology will go on without me and head for the parking lot.
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I'm soaking wet, cold and angry when I arrive home, but that is not enough.
Some malevolent deity out there has decided that I also need to be given the
third degree by my mother. The space between the door and the stairs is less a
hallway and more an interrogation room.
Why am I home early? Why am I wet? Did I lay a towel down on the seat when I
got in the car? Why am I being so defensive? Does she need to call my father?
Do I think that tone is appropriate?
Finally I am allowed through and slog my way to my bedroom. I pull out my phone
and make a quick text before I strip and leave my clothes in a wet pile on the
bathroom floor. I turn the shower to 'searing' and step in, quickly becoming
enveloped in steam. The hot water helps to relax my muscles and takes the chill
out of my bones. After nearly twenty minutes I am starting to feel human again,
I turn off the water and wrap up in a thick towel.
I exit the bathroom, followed by a plume of steam, and take pause when I see
Neji laying on my bed. His eyes are closed but I know he isn't asleep. I wonder
how long he has been here, I texted him just before I got in the shower, so it
can't be more than 10 minutes – and that is assuming he got the message during
class and ditched directly afterward.
"Hey," I say quietly as I move to my dresser.
I'm pulling out a drawer and rummaging through my skivvies when he replies, "So
I am sitting quietly in trig – you remember... school – minding my own
business. When I get a text message that says, and I quote, 'Mother fuck. The
hell did I do? Help!'." Neji pauses and I turn my back to him as I tug a pair
of boxers on under the towel I have around my waist. I turn back around and he
seems disappointed, I just roll my eyes. He lays back, staring at the ceiling
as he continues, "So I can only assume that either you have killed somebody and
need help disposing of the body... or you are throwing some melodramatic fit
about your blond flirt." He props himself up on his elbows, "You better not
tell me I brought my shovel for nothing."
I sigh and slip off my towel before turning back to my drawer and pulling out a
pair of pajama bottoms. I'm tugging up the dark cotton pants when I respond,
"thanks for coming over. No need for the shovel... sorry."
"So what is this all about?" Neji asks as he moves to sit up.
"Right," I say as I pull a dark gray shirt over my torso.  "So we were walking
to 6th period and got in a fight... I guess. I kissed him, and he kissed me
back. Then he pushed me away and said it was 'wrong'. He told me to go back to
my 'hit it and quit it' mentality and leave him alone."
"Sound advice." Neji smirks.
I narrow my eyes at him and continue, "He said he can't be with me because he
feels guilty. He said I fucked his best friend."
Neji furrows his brow. "When did you fuck Kiba?"
My shoulders sag and I look up despondently. "I didn't."
"Well," Neji says slowly, then purses his lips in consideration, "who could it
be? You haven't laid that many guys that you can't keep them all straight," he
chuckles, "so to speak."
I start to pace the room in front of my bed. "I don't know. Mostly guys from
school. Nobody that has ever associated with Naruto."
"That you know of," Neji interjects.
I roll my eyes and nod. "Wait," I say and stop my frantic pacing.  "Wait. There
was a party. Ah, fuck," I clench my eyes shut as I try to remember the details.
 "It was the end of the summer, just before school started." I open my eyes and
groan, "Fuck, I don't even remember whose house it was."
"Nice," Neji says and smiles one of his smug, patronizing smiles, "you are such
a fucking whore."
I growl and he has the decency to stop smiling. Who was it? Whose house was it?
Goddamn. Son of a bitch. Shit. And for good measure... fuck.
"Do you remember anything about the guy?" Neji asks, "Maybe I've seen him
around."
"I know he doesn't go to school with us. I'm not even sure he was still in high
school." I close my eyes and try to revisit that night, "He was the dark and
brooding type. I saw him in the living room..."
I am starting to remember. He was sitting in the corner, a drink in his hand
and a scowl on his face. He looked sort of sociopathic and I was immediately
intrigued. I sat in a chair next to him and we shared a few words before his
attention was drawn elsewhere.
"He was a redhead. I think he had a tattoo on his forehead, but his hair was
too shaggy – I couldn't see what it was," I say as I open my eyes and look to
Neji. He shrugs and I close my eyes again in attempt to gain more information.
The next time I saw the redhead was in a back room, a study or something. I
walked into the room and started to speak when I realized he was on the phone
so I closed my mouth and took a step back. But something in his eyes made me
linger and after a few minutes he was off the phone and looking at me. I closed
the distance between us and continued to stare at him.
"He has green eyes. Really light green, and he was wearing some fierce
eyeliner." I turn to Neji who only scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Once more I close my eyes. We were standing in the study, not speaking – just
staring. He broke first and walked past me; I remember thinking that was it and
he was going to leave. I turned around when I heard to the door close and the
lock click. By the time my eyes were on him again, he was already pulling his
shirt up and over his head. I quickly followed suit and it was probably less
than a minute before we were both naked and in each other's arms.
I bite my lip as I recall the event. It was somewhat brutal. He knew exactly
what he wanted and it didn't include much preparation.  They guy was a
demanding bottom, but I am nothing if not a accommodating top.
I took him on the chaise lounge, he was on his side with one leg slung over my
shoulder. He growled and commanded that I pull his hair and I obliged him
willingly. It was fucking hot.
I can now distinctly remember pounding him; how this memory could have faded is
beyond me. The redhead had been quite a workout; my abs hurt the next morning.
I remember how I hunched over, hands resting on either side of his torso while
my hips pistoned. And as I came I remember screaming...
"Gaara!" My eyes snap open.  "His name was Gaara."
"Excellent. Mystery solved. Can I go home now?" Neji grumbles from my bed.
I glare at him and continue, "That doesn't explain why Naruto is so pissed off.
Gaara was very... satisfied."
He rolls his eyes, then purses his lips as he thinks.  "You think he was a
virgin?"
"No," I pause, then shake my head, "No. Definitely not."
Sure Gaara was tight, but he wasn't that tight... and he knew what he was
doing. It has to be something else.
I think back once more. I didn't linger once we were done. I pulled out, turned
away and yanked off my condom. I got up, slipped into my boxers and tossed the
wrap in the trash on top of some mail. Nice, right? Somebody was going to have
some explaining to do the next day. I got dressed rather quickly – not
frantically, but with purpose. I was pulling my shirt over my head when Gaara
started to speak.
"I cut him off before he could say anything," I say to Neji, running a hand
through my still damp hair.  "I told him we had a good time and he was a good
fuck, but not to pretend it was anything more than that."
Neji flops back on the mattress, "Such a romantic, Sasuke."
When I turned around to face Gaara again, there was something in his eyes.
Maybe hurt, probably disappointment. But he didn't say anything, he just stood
up and cinched his belt. Finished redressing, he nodded, said goodbye and left.
I am such a prick. I realize as I stand in front of Neji, eyes drilling a hole
into the wall above my bed. Not just because of what happened with Gaara, but
because of what happened with every guy I've met since I refused to accept my
feelings for Naruto. I have made my dick available to just about every hot
piece of ass that has come my way, but I have reserved my heart for him. Who
knows, I could have had something with Gaara – he seemed like a cool guy. He
certainly didn't deserve to be treated like that; like a two cent whore.
"No wonder Naruto is pissed," I say, sitting heavily on my bed.
My challenge is two-fold. First I have to figure out what I am going to say to
Naruto to rectify this, then I will have to find a way to actually talk to him.
 Something tells me he isn't going to be easy to convince. I think this is
beyond even my skills; I need a master of manipulation. I need Itachi.
***** Touch *****
I'm rapping my fingers against my cup in frustration. Not only is Itachi a
bastard, but he's also perpetually late. I think he does it simply because he
can. He knows I will wait and so he takes his sweet time. There is no doubt in
my mind that he wouldn't be as gracious if I were to show up 15 minutes past
our arranged meeting time and he was forced to wait. So I show up on time and
sit.
Finally he arrives, walking into the cafe with the nonchalance of a man in no
hurry. He saunters up to the counter and gives his ridiculous order – he makes
it exceedingly difficult on purpose. Tall half-skinny, half-soy split quad shot
latte with extra foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon. God help the barista in
training.
He brings his drink to my table and sits down without even a greeting. He
stares at me, slowly sipping at the foam in his cup. I stare back, taking in
his features. I haven't seen Itachi in a few months, not since he came home for
winter break – even though he lives in the same city he makes sure to avoid his
family as much as possible. I notice he is letting his hair grow out, it is
tied back in a loose ponytail that his hanging over one shoulder. Only an
Uchiha could make that style look that good.
Irritated by our lack of progress I finally break the silence, "Did you have a
hard time finding the place?"
He snorts and looks away, taking a more substantial sip of his coffee. When his
eyes return to me they are somewhat warmer.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, little brother?" His voice is just as silky as
ever. It's the voice of a man who either doesn't know or doesn't care how his
presence affects those around him.
To say Itachi is intimidating would be a horrific understatement, but he isn't
overtly so. You never get the impression that he is trying to harass or bully,
nevertheless he does so expertly. He has an acute sense of human behavior and
uses his perception to manipulate the weak willed. He can read a situation with
precision and navigates every scenario without fail.
He will know how to handle Naruto.
"I need your skills," I answer over the rim of my cup.
He arches a dark eyebrow, "And which skill might that be?"
I am not immune to his surreptitious ways, but I am considerably more
accustomed to them than most. I won't let him unnerve me; I won't give him the
satisfaction.
"There's this boy..."
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As far as I am concerned, this plan is a masterpiece. Try as I might, I am
unable to find a single fault. Itachi never fails to impress.
I'm on the train. Public transportation is not something I am too familiar with
so I made sure to acquaint myself with the areas around the entrance and exit,
the turnstiles and the specific train for the route I am taking. It isn't as
bad as I would have thought, much cleaner than I had led myself to believe - it
hardly smells of urine at all.
Every aspect of this scheme has a point and a purpose; nothing has been left to
chance. There is a parade downtown this afternoon and as a result the train is
packed. The festivities have also caused numerous detours and congestion in the
streets, it would be foolish to attempt to drive downtown. This has ensured
that Naruto will be taking the 1:25 pm train in order to make sure he gets to
work on time. There will be four stops and about 15 minutes from when he boards
to when he gets off. I plan on taking full advantage of those 15 minutes.
Two days ago I met a gruff fellow on this very train. He appeared stable enough
and after a brief conversation I discovered the man, who called himself Bekko,
was an unemployed, ex-marine with PTSD. I stress, he was stable enough. Today,
when I boarded the train, I found Bekko sitting next to the door and handed him
a crisp hundred dollar bill.
As the train approaches Naruto's stop I unfold a newspaper and bury my nose in
the Arts section. A few people get off but considerably more people get on.
Bekko has taken his spot next to the door and as he locates his target he
begins to move. He succeeds in herding the blond into a corner and he continues
to stand guard, keeping all others at bay while I make way to him. I tap the
man on the shoulder and he nods as he retreats to his original seat.
There are a few people around us but they are all too engrossed in newspapers
or phones to pay any attention. Naruto has one hand gripping a handle bar, the
other is shoved in his pocket. I move forward and bring one hand up to grip the
rail just behind him.
I place my other hand on his hip as I lean forward. "Naruto," I whisper, my
breath washing over the nape of his neck. His shoulders tense and I lean into
him further, "I know you don't want to talk to me. That's fine, you don't have
to say anything if you don't want to."
I noticed when he sharply inhaled and wait until he releases the breath in a
huff before I continue, "I know why you are mad at me. I understand. But,
Naruto... there is a reason." I sigh and nuzzle lightly into his blond locks,
"You have no idea how you affect me. Even now. Your warmth, your scent... Can
you feel it?"
With a slight thrust of my hips and press myself against him. My hard length
barely rubbing against his backside. I know he notices because he looks away
and I can feel the increased heat radiating from him. I wait a moment and just
when I think he won't respond he closes his eyes and presses back against me.
Just a little. Just enough.
"Oh fuck, Naruto," there is a slight tremor in my voice that I don't even try
to hide, "I shouldn't have treated Gaara the way I did. I could say that about
a few other guys too. I'm not going to lie to you. I can't. I could blame it on
poor impulse control, but that would be a cop out."
He has opened his eyes but is not trying to look at me. Instead he stares
ahead, eyes focused on the graffiti on the wall. When I planned this little
speech I made a promise to myself – unadulterated honesty. I'm am going to bare
myself to Naruto; I'm not going to hold back. That isn't to say this is going
to be a warm and fuzzy declaration of love. But I am not going to play myself
out to be a victim, that would be disgraceful. I have made my bed – several
times over – and I am going to lay in it. I just hope that by the end of the
day he will join me.
"The truth is," I pause and lean in closer, lips brushing the shell of Naruto's
ear, "I like to fuck. It feels good and I am good at it. So when a willing
partner with a sweet ass presents himself, I take him."
He has stiffened even more, his jaw is clenched. But he isn't fighting me, his
back is still pressed into my chest and he hasn't said a single word to counter
me. I slip my hand under his white T-shirt, my fingers tracing lightly against
his taut stomach.
The intercom announces the next stop.
"But Naruto," I sigh, "I never intended to make them feel cheap... I guess I
didn't give them any other choice with the way I acted. I just couldn't connect
with those guys. I wouldn't let myself."
My hand begins to travel up, softly brushing along the hills and valleys of his
abs and ribs. I stretch out my thumb and rub it against his nipple. His
breathing has become more rushed, but otherwise he remains unreadable.
"You see Naruto, it wouldn't have been fair to them. I am not the type to lead
a guy on and I had absolutely no intention of dating any of them. I didn't want
to date Gaara." I bring my hand up further and circle my index finger around
his nipple, relishing it the way it has hardened under my touch, "Do you know
why?" I pinch the pebbled flesh and a tiny squeak emanates from Naruto's
throat, "I have only ever wanted you."
My hand slides down his torso and he shudders. I slip it under the waistband of
his pants and boxers, and press it firmly against his pelvis nestling my
fingers into the course hair. He isn't fully hard yet, but his cock is slowly
climbing.
"I had never felt this way before," I push myself further into his backside, "I
didn't know what to do. I wanted more from you. More than one night. More than
a good fuck," I smile against his neck, "but God it was a good fuck."
I take a breath and speak with quiet confidence, "Naruto I want you. I want to
be with you."
His dick is moving up in slow and steady pulses. I reach out with my fingers
and brush against the hard length. My fingertips take a leisurely stroll down
the shaft; feeling the contours, following the veins.
The intercom crackles, announcing the next stop and the woman who was reading a
magazine in the seat behind me gets up. She bumps into me as she moves and my
hand constricts around Naruto's cock. He gasps – it is the most sound he has
made since I approached him. The woman hesitates for a moment, then continues
on. My heart is thumping in my chest, threatening to explode through my rib
cage. I am so fucking turned on.
I begin to stroke him, flexing my wrist as best I can within the confines of
his pants. It isn't ideal, but I don't give a shit. I can't stop myself. If it
wouldn't draw too much attention I would rip down his pants and plunder his
sweet asshole until the train reached the end of the line.
"Naruto," I whisper, my teeth nibbling the cartilage of his ear, "I want you to
be mine. I want to be yours. I don't want another empty fuck."
I roll my hips with that last word. Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck. Dear
Jesus, I want to fuck. But I want more than that.
"I want to lay beside you and soak in your warmth. I want to make you laugh...
and moan," I release a sort of pained sigh, "I want to hear you say my name
with passion and possessiveness."
My awkward strokes have brought him to full mast and I continue to pump. He
shifts his weight, trying to give me more space or a better angle. He rolls his
hips and rubs his ass against my hard on. I curse into his neck and my tongue
slips out to taste the salty flesh behind his ear. Somewhere nearby somebody
coughs and I am reminded of the proximity of the people around us. At anytime
somebody could look up or look over and see what we are doing.
I feel a surge of adrenaline, my skin is tingling. I rock my hips lightly,
continuously. My hand tightens around his swollen head and I give it a few
quick strokes before I feel the vibration of a moan in Naruto's chest. From my
vantage point behind him I am unable to make out his full expression, but I can
see that his eyes are closed and his lip is held tightly between his teeth. He
tweaks his eyebrows as I twist my tight fist around his weeping tip. I can feel
my own cock aching and I try to get the most out of my subtle thrusts. I don't
know where this is going to go but I don't want it to end.
Third stop. One more and Naruto will get off. His breaths are coming much
shorter now, his stifled moans becoming more persistent.
"What do you want Naruto?" I half groan into his ear.
"Nghh."
"Do you want to cum?" I drawl as I firmly stroke him.
He shakes his head 'no' and then his eyelids flutter. "Y-yes..."
I smirk and whisper, my voice low and dark, "So do I."
I risk losing my balance by letting go of the railing. I take my now free hand
and grip Naruto's hip firmly, allowing me to grind against him with more power.
As I press myself into his ass I tighten my fist around his cock and pump
faster.
There is a man sitting right next to us, I can hear his newspaper rustling
periodically. If he were to look up he would be face to groin with us. I lick
my lips and release a shuddered breath. I am dry humping Naruto on a packed
train on a Saturday afternoon.
I've never been much for dry humping – it always seemed a bit... immature I
suppose, especially after I lost my virginity. I didn't get the point of it. I
get it now. This is what you do when you need release. Not when you are bored
and just want to get off. No, this is desperate act second only to
masturbation.
The urgency and neediness of the activity is amplified by the presence of
strangers all around us. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Completion is the only
option at this point. But my shallow thrusts are frustratingly inefficient.
"Naruto," I breathe shakily, "say my name when you cum."
His mouth goes slack and a small grunt of confirmation passes his lips. The
aching in my cock has spread out and I can feel it in my chest, constricting my
breathing. My racing pulse is causing me to shake and I brace myself against
Naruto as I rock against him. I shift from long strokes to quick and tight
pumps at the tip, giving an extra squeeze on the upstroke as my fingers slide
over the crest. His free hand moves to my arm, holding on but not inhibiting my
movements. I can feel his chest heaving in jerky breaths and then his fingers
dig into the flesh of my forearm.
"Sas...nngghhh...fuck, Sasu..." he twists his head as softly cries out, failing
again and again to say my name.
I grab him and pull him tighter to me, craning my neck to capture his lips. I
groan into his mouth as I find that sweet release. My tongue clashes with his.
The odd angle makes the embrace difficult to control and the slick muscles
occasionally slide out, running along skin.
Naruto begins to turn and in a moment of quick thinking I shove my soiled hand
into his back pocket, simultaneously wiping off his hot cum while I grab the
firm muscle. He wraps his arms around me, fisting my shirt and pulling me
closer. I can feel my boxers sticking to me and I pray that the pressure of our
embrace doesn't cause the mess in my pants to leak to the front. I may have
just humped a boy on a subway train, but I still have my Uchiha pride.
The intercom once again blares the approaching stop and Naruto pulls away from
the kiss. I slide my hand out of his back pocket as the train slows. He doesn't
speak any words, he just stares in a hazy afterglow. His eyes are a bright
azure, speckled with darker hues that make the orbs seem so much deeper.
The train stops completely and Naruto begins to move, I follow him to the door.
He turns to me and smiles, "My shift ends at nine. Be a gentleman and pick me
up."
He steps off the train and I smirk as I call out to him, "Who said I was a
gentleman?"
Naruto flips me off just as the doors slide closed and I arch an eyebrow in
response. I can't hear him, but it looks like he is laughing as the train pulls
away.
I'm going to have to buy Itachi a fruit basket.
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"Hey baby, need a ride?" I call out the passenger window as I pull up to the
curb.
Naruto rolls his eyes and kicks himself off the wall he was leaning against,
"You know, even trying to be chivalrous you still sound like a creep."
He slides into the seat and relaxes into the leather. Must have been a busy
day. I pull into traffic and begin to drive, exactly where I have no idea. You
would think that having seven hours to plan I would have been able to come up
with something – dinner, a movie, a pleasant evening stroll. But you would be
wrong. I know, I'm disappointed too.
I get on the freeway and follow a familiar path – the one back home. Maybe we
can think of something to do together... or maybe we can just do each other.
Either way it beats driving around aimlessly. He doesn't question my motives as
I exit the freeway and begin the journey into suburbia. The deeper we go, the
larger the houses and more expansive the lots. Soon we arrive at a dead end of
sorts – the road continues on after a wrought iron gate. I pull up to the
entrance and wait, slowly the gate begins to part. I continue on for several
hundred feet before the driveway begins to curve into a U shape. Once in front
of the house I park and turn off the ignition.
Naruto's eyes are wide as he stares at the three story monstrosity that is
Uchiha manor. I don't much care for the opulence of it; I don't like how my
parents flaunt our money. That is why I drive a Cadillac and not a Porsche. I
am not against using the money, but I don't see the point in shoving it in
people's faces. It is the same reason I don't go to private school – I refused.
I didn't want to surround myself with a bunch of pampered twats. I don't want
to be defined by my money – by my Uchiha bastardism sure, but not my money.
We get out of the vehicle and I walk around to the side of the house, entering
through the kitchen rather than the front door. I try not to make it too
obvious that I am attempting to sneak upstairs, I don't want to give Naruto the
impression that I am embarrassed of him. It is quite the opposite – I am
horrified by my family.
We manage to make it to my room without incident. I casually lock the door
behind me and follow Naruto further into the room. He takes in the décor and
nods as if in approval – the room is simple, bland compared to rest of the
house. The furniture is sleek, dark walnut and the walls are all a tint of warm
gray except for the one. My bed is centered on a deep, bleeding crimson wall.
The black duvet appears simple enough – until you feel the supple silk and
Egyptian cotton blend. He turns to me with expectant eyes.
I shove my hands in my pocket, "So..."
He must find my awkwardness appealing because he smiles, "So you got me alone
in your room..."
His gaze flits over to my bed and I must admit the same thought had crossed my
mind – many times. And as much as I would love to pound a Naruto shaped dent
into my mattress, I resist. I don't know why I am resisting exactly. By all
outward appearances, this is exactly what I have been striving towards. Isn't
this my ultimate goal? To bed the blond again?
I approach him slowly, taking my time to assess my thoughts. My body is quite
clearly telling me what it wants – to be buried inside him and only stop
thrusting once the fiery ache in my muscles becomes unbearable. But my mind is
sending another message – it still wants to take him to bed, but not for sex.
Something is telling me to hold him close; smell his hair, kiss his forehead
and lay with him. Dear God in heaven, I think I want to cuddle him.
There are qualities that every Uchiha is born with: a sense of self-
entitlement, the ability to arch a single eyebrow dangerously high, the
patented Uchiha glare and of course an icy black heart. However, we are not
born with a penchant for intimacy. The very idea is foreign to me. I have
received hugs before, mostly from strangers that didn't know any better – they
quickly learned the error of their ways. But if I think back on it, I cannot
find a time where I willingly engaged in an embrace that was not immediately
followed by genital contact. Hell, the last time I hugged my mother was
probably two years ago – when she handed me the keys to my car.
So the fact that I am considering taking Naruto into my arms and not pinning
him to my bed is... unsettling. By the time I arrive by Naruto's side I have
made up my mind. I curl my fingers under the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it
up. I exercise my grace as I peel away the fabric and toss it to the floor.
Naruto's eyes widen a fraction, I can clearly see his pupils dilating –
engorging in his eyes as I am sure another organ is in his pants. His tongue
slips out to wet his lips and I can't help but smirk. This is just a taste of
what I have in store. I am going to wreck him. Beautifully.
I reach out for him, dip my hands under his white t-shirt and begin a brief
exploration of his body. My palms press against his sides; up, down and around
to his back. I drag my fingers up his spine, then under his shoulder blades and
back down his gently tapering torso. When I reach his hips I pull my hands back
and grab hold of his shirt. He raises his arms as I pull the article up,
revealing the bronze skin I was just touching. I toss the shirt away just as I
did with my own and return my hands to him. This time I walk my fingers up his
lightly defined abs. When I reach his chest I flatten my palms and tweak his
nipples between my extended fingers. I don't linger as long as I would like,
instead I bring my hands up. My fingers thread through his hair and I hold onto
his head, keeping his eyes fixed on mine.
I close the small space between our bodies and tilt my head as I descend on his
parted lips. The tips of our tongues touch delicately, even before our lips
have locked. He flicks his tongue playfully and I reciprocate, swirling mine
around his. Our lips have sealed and our tongues continue to dance and play
within the moist cavern.
I don't know when I closed my eyes, I am feeling more than seeing anything that
his happening right now. It is as if this is the culmination of everything that
has happened since that night in my car. And it isn't even sex. This is deeper.
His hands come up to grab onto my shoulders and I move mine to his waist,
pulling him tighter against me. Slowly the kiss is taking on a life of its own;
I don't know if I can control it any longer. Our tongues are engaged in a
sloppy battle to see whose mouth they can map out more of; I have a feeling it
is going to be a draw. I strengthen my grip around him and grind him against me
– it wasn't my intention, but dammit these things happen. He moans into my
mouth and digs blunt fingernails into my shoulders. If this keeps up we aren't
going to last very long. I pull back and put a few inches between us. He takes
this as an invitation to work at my pants and I have force myself to slap his
hand away. He looks up, azure eyes confused and a little irritated.
With one hand I cup his cheek, with the other I card my fingers through his
hair. I sigh as I speak, "I'm not going to fuck you tonight."
He cocks his head slightly. "Then what are we doing here?"
I smile before wrapping my arms around him. I nuzzle into his soft golden hair
as I hug him close, "I want to lay with you... sleep with you." I pull back and
peer into his eyes, "I just want to be close to you."
His eyes are searching mine, clearly unsure. He thinks he must not have heard
me right, that I didn't mean what I said. His search turns up nothing but
sincerity and something else that he won't be able to define. I am not even
entirely sure what it is – infatuation? Adoration? Love? Whatever it is, I feel
with everything I have and I know it is in my eyes right now.
I look down between us, there is an outline straining both our pants and I
purse my lips. I would love to lay naked with him, but I am not sure I trust
myself... I don't know if I trust him either.
I grab the button to his fly and give him a stern look, "No sex," I say with
conviction, "not tonight."
I don't know if I am commanding him or myself, it's probably meant for both of
us. I tug at his jeans and the button slips out of its hole. I pull down his
zipper and slip my hands under his boxers to push the fabric down. The
remaining clothes fall away, pooling at Naruto's feet. I can feel myself
salivating as I eye his hard cock, I don't realize I am staring until his arms
obscure my view. He is working my fly and I hiss as he reveals my own straining
hard on.
Naruto steps out of his clothes and sits on my bed as he pulls off his socks.
That is it. After all this time, Naruto is naked on my bed. Fuck, I want to
jump him. No, no dammit. I slip out of my socks and join him on the mattress.
It is so hard – restraining myself. Some unidentifiable part of me insists I
will enjoy this 'cuddling' thing, but parts that I am much more familiar with
are screaming to just end this suffering and fuck the hell out of him. But I
will not succumb, I will hold him in my arms and keep my dick out of his ass.
He lays back on the bed and I begin to move over him. I never said I wouldn't
touch him... and I didn't say what I would or would not touch him with. So as I
move I drag my lips and tongue across his skin. I do us both a favor and stay
away from his cock, but not by much. My tongue glides along his inner thigh and
deviates just before it reaches his taint. There is a vaguely familiar flavor
that mingles with the saltiness of the skin. It's Naruto's flavor – his own
special composition of pheromones and sweat that nobody could ever duplicate.
I nip at his jutting hip bone and ghost my lips over his stomach. His nipples
receive quite a bit of punishment. First the left, then the right – I flick my
tongue against the dusty pink nubs until they harden, then I roll them between
my teeth. He bucks under me, arching his back. I hear a muffled moan that
causes me to smirk against his skin.
I lap at the abused flesh and move on. My hot breath caresses his neck as I
make my way to his ear. Goosebumps erupt down the tan column and there is
another mewl. My tongue runs along the shell and I pant. I don't know what to
say, so I whisper his name and he whimpers in response.
God, I love the way he responds to me – my touches, my words... my presence. At
first it seems sort of sadistic that I am made happy when he is made needy. But
when I think about it more, I realize that it is actually me that is so damn
needy. I need to hear him pant, I need to make him squirm... I need him to need
me. Pretty fucking cheesy.
As I linger so close to him I begin to think that maybe that strange part of my
mind might be right; this is oddly satisfying. It is intimate – still highly
sexually charged but not weighed down with the anticipation of intercourse.
Slowly I nestled my body into his; I slip one leg between his thighs, and rest
my torso half on him and half on the bed. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle
into him. I can smell him – his scent is heavy from a day of working but it is
not overpowering. He doesn't move much at first, he just stays in the position
I have maneuvered him into. After a few minutes he begins to shift.
We are spooning. I am horrified when I come to this realization – partly
because I never imagined myself being somebody's 'big spoon', but also because
I am now painfully aware of the proximity of his ass and my dick. My hard on is
buried between his cheeks and it takes every ounce of will power I have not to
roll my hips. I tighten my grip around his side and he brings his arm up to
rest on top of mine. Our fingers are interlaced as our hands press into his
chest.
Once I overcome my initial shock in realizing our position I find that I am
smiling. I can feel his warmth against my chest and it pleases me to know that
he is pressing against me as hard as I am pressing into him. He is enjoying
this as much as I am. I cannot stop myself from kissing along his neck and
nuzzling deeper into his hair.
This is nice...
Dammit.
***** Fuck *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the extreme delay in posting this final chapter. I offer
     delicious gay sex as an apology...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ahhh... fuck. That has to be the best night's sleep I've ever had. I wake up to
find I am on my back, Naruto is snuggled into my side, his arm wrapped around
my waist and head resting on my chest. I look over to my clock, 6:38 a.m.
Normally I am adverse to being awake so early on a Sunday, but I can think of
better things to do than sleep.
My hand takes a leisurely stroll down his side. Once my fingers reach his hip
they take a detour to his ass, slipping between his cheeks to stroke. I don't
advance any further, I simply lay there, petting his crack. It isn't long until
he nuzzles into me, groaning something indiscernible into my chest.
Before he is completely conscious he begins to grind against my thigh and I
can't help but smile at this. He murmurs something that sounds suspiciously
like my name and slowly azure eyes crack open. I smile down at him as he looks
up to me. My fingers never stop their stroking and he arches his back to bury
them further between his cheeks. A sinful and sexy grin creeps onto his lips
and he begins to rock his hips with more force. His hot, hard cock rubs against
my leg while my fingers slip deeper down his crack and brush teasingly against
his hole. He releases a sound that I can only describe as a purr and cranes his
neck as he runs his tongue against my skin.
When our eyes meet again there is an exchange of lust and need but I play coy.
"Good morning."
He smirks back and softly says, "Not yet, but it's about to be."
I arch an eyebrow as he lifts himself up and moves to straddle me. He settles
down on my thighs and leans forward, resting his weight on his hands. Our cocks
are lightly pressed together as he sits there, but that doesn't last long. He
begins to roll his hips and grind his hard length against mine. My hands wander
up his thighs and I grip his hips as I begin to rock up against him. It is a
delicious prelude for things to come.
I bite my lip as I thrust up and he lets loose a groan as he presses down. His
eyes travel to the sight of this glorious friction and he licks his lips. I
peer down to see the precum that has smeared between our swollen heads and I
instantly know what he is thinking. He pulls himself away and scoots down,
dragging his hands down my sides as he goes.
There is a hedonistic quality to his lapping as he runs his tongue up and down
my shaft. He takes one of my balls in his mouth and sucks it gently, moaning
all the while. I can't even watch as he slides his tongue back up and flicks it
against the slit, wriggles it just inside the tip. I have to grip the sheets
and arch my back to hold back from thrusting into his mouth – that would be
just plain rude. So I stifle a moan and dig my fingers into his scalp,
massaging roughly as his head bobs. I fist the blond locks and tug until he
groans. The vibration travels down my shaft and plants itself deep inside my
loins, adding to the pressure that is slowly building. I can feel myself
salivating, a sign I have come to recognize as a precursor to orgasm.
"Na..." I moan as I pull at his head and he swirls his tongue in response,
"stop... Naru..."
He releases my cock just in time, I am teetering painfully on the edge of
climax. I flail my hand in the direction of the nightstand and grunt something
that he interprets to be a request. Naruto fishes through the drawer where I
keep a stash of lube and condoms. He comes back with only the bottle of lube.
I am starting to regain my higher functions when I see him apply a thin layer
of liquid to his fingers. He returns to his position on top of my thighs and
reaches behind himself. I can't see what he is doing, but I know. He has his
bottom lip tucked firmly between his teeth and eyes closed as he prepares
himself. There is a steady rhythm rocking the mattress as he bucks back onto
his fingers. I look around the bed and realize there is no little square
package anywhere to be found.
"Where's the condom?" I ask as I pat around the blankets.
Naruto shakes his head and groans, "'S'okay."
He removes his fingers and wipes the remaining slickness off on my aching cock.
I have to say... I am a little flabbergasted. This is beyond intimate... this
is serious. There is something about that tiny latex barrier that keeps me
safe. Not just from disease, but from emotions. Going without a condom implies
trust... commitment. I have never fathomed such a thing. Naruto lifts himself
up on his knees and moves to hover just above my cock. Only a few inches of
thickly charged air separate us.
"I've never gone bareback before," I say with a slight tremor in my voice.
He smiles down at me. "Neither have I."
My apprehension dissipates some with that knowledge. Perhaps this means the
same thing to him as it does to me. This act is defining our relationship –
demonstrating a deeper devotion.
I bring my hands to his hips and guide him down. His mouth gapes soundlessly as
he slides onto my cock. The feeling is familiar and yet wildly different from
any other time. He is just as tight as I remember but there seems to be more
friction. I can feel every tiny bump and divot as he envelopes me.
"Oh... holy Jesus," I moan as Naruto finishes his descent.
It is so hot and wet. I have seriously been missing out. He must be thinking
the same thing, he looks a little shocked as he begins to roll his hips. I can
feel the head rubbing along the walls, the crest catching along the nooks and
crannies. This is a completely new sensation – and it is amplified when Naruto
begins to slide up and down. His hands are splayed out on my chest as he uses
his knees to push himself up; it is with my firm grip that he is brought
forcefully back down. His brow knots and a restrained cry escapes his throat.
"Naruto," my voice is low, almost a growl as I push him down on my cock, "you
don't have to..." I can't control the wanton sound that slips out, "fuck...
nobody can hear us. You don't have to be quiet."
He nods and picks up the pace. We work together; pushing and pulling, in and
out, repeatedly impaling him on my hard shaft. No matter how hard I thrust up,
I just can't get the power I want. His sac is slapping down on my pelvis and
still it is not enough.
I grab his hips and still his movements. Wrapping one arm around him, I shift
and very nearly throw him back onto the bed. He wraps his legs around my waist
and I grab his hips, hoisting them up off the mattress. I ram into him, burying
my cock into the tight heat. Now that he is firmly in my grip and I can truly
start to fuck him.
And do I ever. I pound into him and he releases cry after wanton cry, moan
after pleasureful moan. Curses begin to fly as he begs for more.
"Sa...suke," he pants out between my hard thrusts, "ahhh... f-fuck...fuck me
Sasuke."
And here I thought I was... Well there will be no mistaking it now. I push him
away as my hips retreat from the tight heat. Just the tip remains, held
precariously by the ring of muscle, until I slam our bodies back together.
"Ahhh..." I moan and repeat the action, "how's that? That hard enough for you?"
I keep slamming into him and he nods vehemently and whimpers, "Yes."
"What?" I accentuate my question with an exceptionally hard thrust.
"Yes!" He repeats and I pull him hard onto my cock, "yes...yes!"
Agreeable little twink, I smirk as he screams. He begins to flail, hands
slapping the mattress and fisting the blanket. He grabs onto my arms and, after
a hard thrust that I'm pretty sure hit his prostate, he drags his nails down,
carving pink trails into my skin. I continue to reign an assault on his
prostate and his back arches as he begins to beat on me. Open-handed slaps turn
into close-fisted hits and I barely dodge a punch that was sent blindly near my
head.
Violent little twink, I have to let go of his hips to grab his arms. I lower
our bodies as I pin his wrists to the mattress. He bucks and writhes under me
as I continue to thrust. Each of my movements is met with a forceful response.
The inertia of our efforts pushes our bodies closer to the edge of the mattress
and I let go of his wrists to gain traction. By this time his head is hanging
off the edge and he is screaming out into the empty room.
I take one hand and cup the back of his head, holding it up. His eyes meet mine
and for a moment I can see pure contentment before the cobalt orbs are clouded
with ecstasy and close. Once again he begins to scream and curse with reckless
abandon. He tosses his head back and forth as he cries out, when he finally
settles I trace my thumb across his lips. Eagerly, he pulls the digit into his
mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. Another forceful thrust causes him to
release my thumb in favor of moaning. He digs his fingers into my back and I
gnaw on his neck and shoulder – this only encourages him further.
I pull my face back as he bucks violently underneath me. My eyes are fixed on
his mouth as desperate curses fly out of him. I watch as his tongue and lips
move to form my name and I find I can no longer stay away from that sinful
mouth. My lips collide with his and I consume his cries of pleasure while
releasing my own. Tongues and teeth clash in the sloppy exchange – the fervent
rocking of my hips makes a steady kiss impossible to maintain. I pull back to
release a moan that has been building deep in my chest.
My muscles are on fire but I refuse to slow down. A drop of sweat falls from my
brow and lands on Naruto's neck; I lean down and lap it up. The taste of his
skin is exponentially stronger than it was last night. It is laced with the
various flavors of sex – lust and passion and desire. I run my tongue along the
skin again, reveling in the complex combination of need and satisfaction that
is seeping from his pores.
The room is filled with the sound of Naruto's wanton moans and my own primal
grunts and growls. I am giving everything I have and is is taking it like a
champ. He seems insatiable. He bucks up against me, meeting my thrusts with as
much power as his position will allow him. His breathing has changed, it is
more irregular; shallow pants and punctuated cries. If I didn't know better I
would think he was hyperventilating... luckily I know better. He is about to
cum.
I let go of his head and it falls back, he doesn't even try to lift it as he
wails. I take my hand and bring it between our bodies. His cock is so hard and
hot; it's wet with sweat and precum. I grab it firmly and begin to stroke. I
swear to God he howls. It is not a sound I have ever heard before; it
exemplifies the euphoric agony that is an orgasm.
There is no controlling the snap of the coil, the fall over the edge. When he
screams my name and clenches tight around me, I am lost to my release. I don't
think I have ever cum so hard. And I don't stop thrusting; I keep pushing, just
as hard as ever. My muscles are shaking and I can't breathe through the shudder
that takes over my body.
I finally collapse, trembling on top of him. My hips are somehow still rolling
– apparently they haven't gotten the message yet. When I finally still I can
feel the tingle that has taken hold all over my body, radiating out from where
I am buried inside Naruto. Even my fingers and toes are throbbing with the pin
prick sensation.
Once again coherent, I prop myself up on my elbows; I catch the glow of my
alarm clock from my periphery. 7:32 am. Good God, we have been fucking for
almost an hour. It somehow seems like so much longer and yet, at the same time,
a blink of the eye.
I move us both back, so that Naruto's head is no longer dangling off the edge
of the mattress. My soft dick slides unceremoniously from Naruto's ass,
followed shortly after by a trickle of cum. Awesome. The family dry cleaner is
going to love that. It doesn't matter, nothing else matters. Not the stains on
my $900 duvet, not the dirty looks I am going to receive from my parents, not
the teasing from Neji for what I am about to do.
I reach out and brush back the blond hair that has plastered to Naruto's face.
His cheeks are flushed and sweat is beading along his hairline. Azure eyes are
still hazy – distant and intensely satisfied. I experience a brief internal
debate – do I say it? What harm could it do? Is this how I really feel or is
this just the afterglow? Fuck it.
"I love you Naruto," I whisper and immediately curse myself. I could have said
it with a little more force, a little more confidence. That felt more like an
apology than a declaration.
His eyes focus and move to meet mine. My heart is thudding in my chest, the
beat is so loud I am sure he can hear it. When he doesn't respond I scream
internally. My face has not changed expression; it does not reveal the
torrential cursing that is flowing through my mind.
"Sasuke..." he reaches up and strokes my cheek. There is a hint of laughter in
his voice as he asks, "Do you even know what love is?"
I have to fight back my glare. Sure, I may appear to be cold bastard but I
still feel things. I sit back and Naruto continues to stare up at me from his
recumbent position. I run my hand through my sweat dampened hair as I consider
my response.
"It's true I have never been in love before," I look down into his soft azure
eyes, "and I have never felt this way before either. I guess that isn't a very
strong argument... but I don't know how else to describe it."
Naruto props himself up, not too much as the white pools on his stomach haven't
dried. He cocks his head and tweaks his brow, "How do you feel?"
I huff and mutter, "Fuck..." I am not the kind to discuss my feelings. I may be
gay but I'm not a fucking girl, "I don't know. I just... you..." I growl in
frustration and look away. I decide to abandon my filter – whatever I say has
got to be better than stammering like an idiot, "I like being around you. You
make me smile. I think I am happier when I am with you."
I look down to find Naruto smiling, "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"
But now that the filter is gone I can't seem to stop, "You scared me when I
first met you."
Cobalt eyes blinked in confusion, "What?"
"Well," I purse my lips in consideration, "not scared really. I was threatened
by you. You weren't affected by me like most people. I had to work a little
harder to get your attention." I smile down at him, "It was like a challenge at
first... but then I started to feel something. Affection I guess..." I roll my
eyes at the memory, "and that scared me."
"Why?" Naruto's quizzical gaze was soft.
"Because I didn't know how you felt about me. Most guys are practically bending
over as I approach," I say with a smirk but he looks rather unimpressed, so I
continue, "but I couldn't read you. I didn't know how I would handle
rejection."
"Clearly you do not handle it well," he smiled. "You turn into a stalker and a
train pervert."
"Yeah well," I lean back down, my finger tracing lines across his stomach –
trailing through the puddles of cum, "Uchiha's always get what they want in the
end."
He turns to me with a raised eyebrow, "So you think you'got' me?"
I bring my finger to my mouth and suck off the liquid coating the tip. I can
feel his body shudder as my eyes pierce his. A smirk pulls at the corner of my
mouth, "Yeah... I got you."
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We spend the rest of the day secluded in my room; talking mostly and fooling
around some. I make a few covert trips down to the kitchen for food and drinks
and by some divine grace I avoid my parents. The afternoon is shifting into
evening and Naruto declares it's time I take him home - before his dad files a
missing person report. I begrudgingly oblige, though would rather chain him to
the foot of my bed - however, it is my understanding that that is generally
frowned upon in our society.
It's a fairly long drive to the other side of town where Naruto lives. Not to
imply he comes from the other side of the tracks or anything so cliche - the
city is simply vast and sprawling. About halfway through our 45 minute drive he
shifts in his seat and moves his hand from the center console to my thigh, I
move my hand from the gear shift to grasp his and I maintain a firm grip until
we exit the freeway and I have to down shift.
He guides me through the suburban maze and I pull up to the curb in front of a
two story house complete with white picket fence. He turns in his seat to face
me directly and I do the same. The air is thick with unsaid words.
"I had a good time last night... and this morning," he finally says with a
small smile.
A grin pulls at the corner of my lips, "Me too."
He turns and grabs the door handle, then pauses. He turns back with slightly
more serious eyes, "Did you really mean what you said?"
"What?" I tilt my head slightly, "That I love you?"
Naruto's gaze flits away briefly, "And that you want to be with me."
I take his hand and bring his fingertips to my lips, kissing them one at a
time, "Naruto, I have never wanted to be with anybody else... not like how I
want to be with you."
He pulls his hand from my grip and slips it behind my head, tugging me forward
as he moves in. There is a gentle quality to this kiss, his soft lips melt into
mine - assisted by the heat of our tongues. The embrace is deep and slow, not
just an exploration of mouths but of souls. I think he is trying to gauge my
sincerity - as if there were a saliva test for such a thing. When he finally
pulls back I find his eyes are dark and shimmering.
"Satisfied?" I ask with a teasing tone.
He offers a half grin, "Very."
"Good," I say and then smirk, "I plan on keeping it that way."
Chapter End Notes
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End Notes
     I'm giving this a bit of an update since I posted it on FFN. There
     have always been parts to this story that didn't feel quite right, so
     I am tearing some things down, patching things up and giving the
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