[logthreadomg] OT3 of NOT-GAY and AWESOME [2 of 2]

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Not for the first time, Naruto found himself holding back laughter. "Sass, I promise I won't do anythin' t'you that y'don't want me to," he assured him gravely, absently moving his necklace until the stone hung down his back, where it wouldn't dig into Sasuke's flesh. "Hell, if y'want me t'walk away righ' now, all y'gotta do's ask." That was a risk, right there, a rish that Sasuke might take him up on it and then this whole thing would be...well, not wasted, but incomplete. And his accent had thickened again, to the point where it was almost indecipherable, which proved only that Naruto was well past the stage of thinking about what he was saying, or doing, and just going with the flow. Hinata was doing the same; he was very proud of her. This had to be difficult for someone as shy as she, too, but she was handling it admirably. Doing all the right things to reassure Sasuke, to keep him moving in the general direction they'd decided this little tryst would follow.

"Jus' chill, hermano. I ain't gonna hurt ya, I ain't gonna force y'into anythin'. Jus' let it be." Coaxing fingers trailed up Sasuke's sides, over chill skin, feeling ribs as they traveled over them, sliding around to traverse his pale chest. Naruto could tell that he and Hinata were winning this game, that Sasuke was slowly letting down more barriers even as he thought of them. They just had to be patient.

And Naruto's patience could be infinite when it mattered. "Jus' trust us, Sass," he whispered, white teeth sneaking out to tug teasingly on an earlobe, followed by lips and tongue to keep it warm.

When Hinata did that, Sasuke thought dizzily, he couldn't think. He couldn't reason with himself. He had only to put a few things into motion. He gathered her closer, and after a second of hesitation, he lifted her so the angles were right and she could wrap her legs around him, something like that. Their height differences weren't insurmountable, but they made standing for this kind of thing hard. And this way, she could shimmy a bit closer, indicate with finality that she did want to do this, and right now.

His blood was hammering at his ears again, he could feel her warmth. He could imagine feeling wetness. Naruto was whispering in his ear again, that sweet Southern accent. It was oddly, wrongly, impossibly, strangely arousing, he thought. Stupid Naruto. Whispering with smoky musicality in his voice, subliminated harmonics, something like that. Sasuke still had no idea what Naruto was going to do or where Naruto was going to fit into this whole.. thing.

But no one was talking anymore, including him, he just heard a lot of close, hot breathing and his own heartbeat fluttering and Hinata's against his and maybe the imagined flicker of Naruto's, through the press of the inside of his thick wrist or something, maybe he wasn't hearing separate pulses so much as a crossdraft of them. He couldn't sort out this much sensation.

"Okay.." he whispered to the closest ear- Hinata's. But he meant- of course- both of them. He figured Naruto would figure that one out. He was all out of words anyway. Naruto would have to run this show. He closed his eyes, balancing, Hinata warm and alive in his arms. "Okay." he said. "Okay."

Okay.

Oh, not just okay. Indescribably more than okay. She'd certainly gotten Sasuke's attention that time, with her little shimmy shimmy shake. Oh, that was a nice song. Cute. Catchy.

Hinata felt a little guilty about not feeling completely shocked when she felt Sasuke against her. At first she had been, of course. At first she'd been afraid, more due to inexperience than anything else, really. Been afraid it would hurt, and all those other typical fears that worked at taking away from that first time. But this was smoother, sort of, and more...

Naruto was here, and that made it seem as if this plan could not go wrong.

And, really, technically, she should be waiting for him, clearing it with him, but Sasuke was right here and she was right there and it was just another push upward and someone would need to steer him in the right direction, and she really couldn't if she wanted to stay up here, oh, jeez, this was fustrating.

She groaned loudly into Sasuke's chest. "Please!"

Things were starting to move along quite nicely now. Sasuke had cast aside apprehension and finally was just letting himself be taken along with this, swept up in it. Naruto kissed his cheek tenderly, moving back slightly so Hina could get her legs comfortable without him being in the way. But he frowned a little, because...something...

Oh! Slipping his hands out from between them, the Texan padded confidently over to the small table, littered with their used glasses and a mostly-empty bottle of whiskey and a plastic bag he just so happened to have with him. The bag was important: it had certain things that were absolutely necessary because, as good as bareback felt, Naruto was a firm believer in safe sex and he was not goinna to be responsible for Sass knockin' Hinata up.

Or something like that.

He fished out the handy-dandy bottle of lube and a condom (packaged away like some kind of kinky candy; the thought always made him grin a bit) and rejoined the clearly horny pair. The bottle was tucked absently into the waistband of his underwear before he expertly tore the condom wrapper open. Holding it up to the light so he could figure out which way the damn thing rolled before waving it in front of Sasuke's face with a sort of 'You forgot somethin'!' motion, Naruto tucked his head onto Sass' shoulder so he could see what he was doing. After all, Sass had his hands full - quite literally - and Naruto was very helpful by nature.

And it just wasn't good manners to keep a lady waiting, especially when she asked so nicely.

It was a bit tricky, putting a condom on someone that was not you, and Naruto had never actually attempted to do this before, but it helped that he was behind Sasuke and therefore doing things from much the same vantage point as he normally would for himself. Plus there was always the chance that Sasuke would turn around and bite his head off or something, but Naruto got a good look at his face and figured that Sass wasn't worried about too much of anything right now, unless that 'anything' was a lack of sex.

Heh.

It was also, he had to admit (and was not at all abashed to do so) more than a little arousing, unrolling the latex and feeling Sasuke twitch as his hand moved sloooowly down (because Naruto was not above being a cheeky little minx). That hand stayed where it was while the other went about the messy, fun business of popping open the lube and squeezing a generous amount onto Sasuke's tip (because lube made everything more fun), then smoothed what was essentially a sexy type of jelly over every square millimeter of the condom. And then again, just to double-check that he'd gotten everywhere, because it paid to be thorough, right?

God, he was kinda really horny now...

Hinata called for him- and the shivery little tremor in her voice went thorough him like a heat seeking laser. His head filled with flashy action movie fx, agent bond catching a laser beam right between the eyes, a hot sizzle. Air rushed out of him in something close to a whimper.

Though- he did not whimper. Well- maybe. When he was alone with her. Though he sort of was. Naruto was now almost sliding into that category of privacy. His girlfriend and his best friend- close friends. Yes- that was a good way to think of it. "Yes.. right away... " he gasped, trying to fit words together into feelings that mostly just wanted to do exactly what she wanted, as soon as possible and right now- and then Naruto's hands were between the two of them.

And usually this would be the moment that Sasuke would start channeling a really pissed off cat- he could recall a few choice experiences of such, mostly when his mother tried to bathe the oldest and most ornery of their family cat pack. He would explode into a furious dark hairy ball of claws and hisses and try to take Naruto's hands off at the wrist.

But he was clearly not himself, or maybe he was just less required to be a fucking asshole, to preserve some ancient ten year old ideal of being an uncaring lump of granite that was somehow better than all these other people who may have had families, but who also had feelings. Which made them weak. They said so! They were the ones who kissed up to him for it. And anyway- he lost his train of thought because Naruto was touching, rubbing.. something... no, Naruto was putting on a condom, he felt the cool smoothness of the latex, then the smoother colder half-weight of the lube and the warmth of Naruto's hands, Naruto had a firm grip and Sasuke approved of that. He leaned back into Naruto, who seemed to have a better handle on the whole balance thing as well.

Shifting Hinata's weight back and his own center of gravity... somehow he could handle this. He couldn't breathe. He could, but it was heavy. He was gasping now. He didn't want to keep Hina waiting, even when Naruto's hands were stroking him in that firm way that was actually... pretty close, supernaturally close to the way he liked it. He groaned softly, trying to get air in and out. Hinata was tightening her legs, making a million tiny encouraging movements urging him on so he couldn't wait, and the sound of her voice was still burning slowly in his ears and he pulled her down, fully. Smoothly, he remembered. Carefully! It wasn't like the first time, when he'd worried himself sick about hurting her. Now it was easier. But he still had to be gentle. He managed that. His head swam in a gauzy haze. That first stroke, that warmth... He was sort of distantly surprised that he was still on his feet at all. Somehow Naruto got his hands out of the way, they were somewhere else now. He could feel them. Wet with the lubricant.

"...bed." he gasped at Naruto over his shoulder. "...I think... now... "

It was a reversal of how things normally progressed. Usually, usually...Naruto was the who went right in, horns a-blowing and head on backwards. Now Hinata felt ashamed to realized she'd been this close to getting dangerously wrapped up in the moment. It had all felt good, right, perfect, almost. Although, in a way, she had been right in figuring that with Naruto there they were both safe. Safe as houses.

Safe as...mmm. She let her head rest on Sasuke's shoulder in a way that allowed her to look down at his hands. She heard and felt Sasuke's reactions to Naruto's playful but dutiful touches and ministrations. He liked it, and Hinata was glad that Naruto was doing it. She couldn't have done the same. This was better...

This was...what kind of word was there for what this was? Nothing that seemed to fit well, nothing that came to mind. Sexy seemed too vulgar a word, but that was what it was. It seemed to excite Sasuke, and his arousal helped push hers. But Naruto was moving slow, and that wasn't helping, the...the heartless bastard.

Then he was gone, and it was just Sasuke and herself again. (Not really, but for the moment it felt that way.) And he pushed himself into her then, the motion slightly rough, and the initial sensation uncomfortable. But she knew this road; she's walked down it before. She moaned over Sasuke's shoulder, closing her eyes, tightening her knees around Sasuke's waist. It would get better. Already her body was growing accustomed, the tingle that she'd been feeling since the beginning spreading into her belly.

He said bed, and that sounded fantastic. Amazing. She blinked at Naruto and quirked her lip into a smile. "You heard him."

How come he was the only one with his pants still on?! Stupid Sasuke and his stupid boundaries and his stupid prejudice against casual nudity. Tch. Naruto matched Hina's smile and moved away again, this time to shove the covers carelessly aside, making room for the lovers and claiming one side of the bed as his own personal...

...personal...

...personal voyeur-space? Yeah, something like that, he supposed. At any rate, he stretched out his arms, all ready to help the slightly-drunken pair maneuver onto the bed without falling or slipping or any other nasty verb along those lines. Come to papa, kids. Okay, so that was kinda wrong, but...wait, what was he even thinking about? Naruto mentally slapped himself for being distracted when there were sexytimes about that he was supposed to be overseeing/helping. Bad Naruto! Focus on the horny! Sheesh.

The lube bottle was digging into his hip; he fished it out and tossed onto the pillow or something - somewhere above his head, that was all he cared about. Better. He stretched up a bit further, helping support Hinata's weight so Sasuke could do whatever the well it was that he was going to do, fingers still slightly slippery against her flushed flesh. "Gotcha."

Sasuke hoped he wasn't hurting her. He worried about lack of fine motor control. About deadening of pain, that's why people were so at risk when they had drunken sex. They didn't stop when things got painful, they didn't feel it. He wondered if he was hurting her and she just wasn't aware of it yet. Or if- worse!- she just wasn't telling him? He could worry himself into a fit in the best of times. He concentrated on just getting them into bed, distracting himself. The good thing about condoms was that they cut the sensation a bit, kept him from blowing his top early and embarrassing himself in front of Naruto.

Naruto already had a bigger penis, Sasuke could just tell. It would be intolerable if Naruto could last longer as well. Well, Sasuke would show him! Once they got into bed. First- that. Then he would show Naruto. And make sure that he wasn't hurting Hinata. He made a neat little list of those things in his head, leaning to place Hinata down first, and then carefully move on top of her. When they were settled, he pulled her on top of him. That way she could decide what she felt comfortable with. He wouldn't have to worry then.

When everyone was settled, and covers were pulled up, and Hinata was resting on top of him, her hair falling over his arm, her soft, quick breaths close to his ear and his heart still bashing itself against his ribcage, he finally forced a deep breath in, nudging Hina upwards slightly with his hips, trying to rub against her in the right place, and glanced at Naruto. What was he going to do?

He looked back to Hinata, who was a warm shadow with long silky hair hovering over him. Lights from the street outside flashed dimly behind her, splashing over the walls. All the sex therapists on television said that you had to stimulate a woman in a way other then just this normal sex stuff. That wouldn't do anything much for most of them. He wondered drunkenly if his fingernails were short enough, he usually kept them trimmed down for piano playing, but he was drunk, the clitoris was very sensitive! He knew this because the crazy German woman had said so. He might hurt her! Maybe Naruto should provide the manual stimulation, that's what the tv sex people called it. He licked at his lips, nervously trying to assemble the sentences in his head. Trying to think of how he could raise the subject without killing both himself and Hinata with embarrassment. And why didn't Naruto have his pants off yet?

It was infinitely more comfortable now that they had reached the bed. Although some might view that risk of falling and breaking something thrilling, this was not the case for Hinata. And while she didn't know a whole lot about a male's sexual drive, she did know enough to realize that Sasuke was trying to make this feel nice for her. Assuring himself that he wasn't going to hurt her. Aiming for a good spot (although that phrase was suspect; could one aim? Hinata supposed so, although the theory at the moment was beyond her).

She should help out too. Her brain was now slightly more sluggish, though, and she reallize didn't feel inclined to do anything but move against Sasuke a little harder. But after Naruto had worked so hard, it seemed like a shame to leave him out. They really should be fair about this. So, reluctantly, she pulled herself off of Sasuke after resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and rolled over to where Naruto had plopped himself down.

"Naruto, from this point on...we are rejecting pants." She pressed a chaste kiss against his cheek, and her hands moved to push down the waistband. Bothersome. It was harder to lift over his erection than she'd figured, too. With her own underwear, it was pretty simple business. There were no roadbumps in her underwear. Men.

(Later on, she would look back on this and wonder why she wasn't scarred for life by the fact that she pulled off Naruto's underwear.)

Probably because her mind was slightly more preoccupied by the fact that her hand brushed his penis. (His penis!!)

She moved to grab the lube again, using this as an excuse to move away from him (and his penis!!). Hinata passed it to him quickly without really looking at him.

It was a bit bigger than Sasuke's....she was sort of glad that she was having sex with him instead of with Naruto now. Not that she wasn't before! Oh, dear.

Wha- Wait-- What-- Ooooh, that felt good. Naruto wasn't entirely sure that it was completely necessary for him to be naked, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain. He sighed contently, looking at the little bottle with a slightly amused-slash-puzzled look, kicking his undies over thattaway somewhere.

What did he do next? Well, okay, he knew what he wanted to do, but he was pretty sure Sass wasn't gonna be down with that. Maybe if he did some really fast talking? Hmmhmmhmm...NO, Naruto! This wasn't about getting his own rocks off, this was about Sasuke, and a little bit about Hinata, and...Christ on a cracker, there needed to be more sex happening, full stop. None of this messing around, they needed to be messing around. Hurrhurrhurr.

He winked up at the girl and lightly tugged on her wrist, urging her back over to Sasuke. A naughty, naughty little plan was starting to form in his mind, but a lot of it would depend on what Sasuke and Hinata decided to do from here. Get things moving again, that was what he had to do. Once things were nice and hot and heavy, they could move on from there.

Naruto followed Hinata back to Sass' side, getting back in on the action, fingers rediscovering the lean planes of Sasuke's chest. For now, he'd wait, and let them have control. The physical contact, this tangible affirmation...it was all he ever wanted. Needed. Craved. It was as necessary to him as air and music, it reminded where he was and who he was and why life was so important. He sighed happily, snuggling against Sasuke's side, head tucked onto his shoulder with a wide grin. Yes. Less thinking, more doing.

(Hurhur.)

Not wanting to get in Hina's way or disrupt the flow of chemisty between her and Sasuke, Naruto returned to bestowing nipping little kisses along his roommate's neck and shoulder, sucking in some places, following a harsher bite with a soothing tongue in others. The skin of his fingertips were rough against Sass' chest as they slid over it, tugging gently at a nipple that was shockingly pink against pale white flesh. "Saaaasukeeeee..."

Hinata moved away, and her hand lingered on his chest as cold air hit him where he was both wettest and most sensitive. He groaned in vague disappointment, words tended to be out of reach at these times. He'd just been working them both into that steady, easy rhythm, the one he could feel in his heartbeat and in his head, and then she moved...

...over to Naruto, in Naruto's direction, and he opened his eyes in time to see her handing the bottle of lubricant to Naruto, and there was Naruto's hand, darker in the strange streetlight dimness of the room. What was going on? He had to kickstart his higher brain functions into action again.. or something. He pulled one hand from under the covers and rubbed at his eyes. What were they doing..?

Pants, she said. No more pants. Sasuke almost made a vague noise like 'what?' or probably closer to 'huuh?' But he got his vocal chords under control again. Silently, he wanted her lean over the long sweep of Naruto's chest and stomach, her hands as white as his underwear peeking through his unbuttoned jeans. Sasuke didn't really approve of getting into bed with your pants on. But he wasn't so sure about Hinata taking Naruto's pants off either. And- it didn't matter what he thought, it was happening. Right in front of him. As she struggled to pull the underwear over the lump in Naruto's crotch, Sasuke was almost tempted to help her. He knew a bit about getting tight pants off an untimely erection. But his common sense kicked in too: no, he couldn't do that! But there was no right thing to do in this situation, and then he saw direct proof that Naruto was bigger- and un-circumcised he noted, weird, he didn't know rednecks did that. Then he wished fleetingly for another cold mouthful of whiskey, another faint tinge of dreaminess around all these thoughts, blurring them out.

He didn't know where to put his hands. What if she started to.. to touch Naruto's penis! Aaaaah! What the hell would he do then? Help her? Put his hands over hers and guide her? God, he was fucking drunk, that was ridiculous! But it was the only thing he could think to do. He wondered if she would do that. He put his hands on her shoulders, her back, rubbed the moving indentations of her shoulderblades and her spine and waited. Was she going to do it? Was he?!

The entire situation was completely out of control and the worst part was that he didn't hate it!

Hinata was turning around then. His hands followed the flow of her body and found her breasts, avoided them, found them again, avoided, decided finally that she was sleeping with him, surely he could touch her breasts. And he had to be gentle, breasts were sensitive too according to the German woman. He had to not squeeze too hard- or at all. And he was trying to concentrate, but Naruto's rough, smooth, strangely interesting hands were on him again. And the contrast between Hinata's hands and Naruto's was strangely fascinating. He didn't think too hard about anything other than calluses on Naruto's fingers, the smooth softness of Hinata's fingertips. Naruto was nipping at him again. Why didn't he hate this? He didn't hate it at all. He didn't even feel that threatened. He didn't feel like a third wheel to the traitorous infidelity of his girlfriend and his best friend... at all, actually. They actually... sort of seemed to be mostly concentrating on him.

He had no idea why. Well- Hina was self-evident. But Naruto? He exhaled in a long hard scoffing sound. Never mind. Who could understand Naruto anyway?

There was nothing more to do than for her to enjoy it. To kiss him, hold him, yes, but also enjoy this. Naruto didn't need more help from her over on his end. Hopefully. She really couldn't imagine what sort of assistance they would need.

She felt his hands on her shoulders and understood what he needed. Hinata moved toward him, and her lips found his again, this old trick as useful and entertaining as before, as always. It was urgent, though, and while for her it might be enough, there was a male to think of. Hands on his chest, (hands on her chest, off and on again, his fingers cold butterflying against her nipple, the sensation a tingle of pleasure) Hinata pushed him back down again gently. Naruto was back.

Hinata straddled him slowly, and she felt him inside her again, that same incredible motion and pulsing between her legs, him and her. She leaned her head against him, taking it in. Taking it in, haha. She chuckled against his skin, warm and slightly moist with sweat. It was a good feeling, knowing that this was all going well. He was reacting to Naruto with no surprise now, and there was no doubt in her mind that his doubts were gone (for the moment at least). He had accepted it, and this made her happy. He was letting his walls fall. Or crack, actually. They would be built right back up by tomorrow, but that crack wouldn't go away.

And then she pushed the thoughts away, pushed away tomorrow, and moved against Sasuke again, hands moving up to hold onto his shoulders.

It was...a privilege? Was that the word he was looking for here? Naruto wasn't sure, and he didn't particularly care. But there was a strange honour, a bizarre, twisted gift in their allowing him to share in this, to creep around the outside edges and see what he'd been so close to having so many times, but never quite got there. And, somehow, that thought of jilted affection and love gone begging didn't hurt right now. It was unfrozen in the middle, warming through, and not lying as ice in his bones.

Sasuke was rollin' with the flow, which was really most of the point of this whole exercise, right? Yeah. Maybe. Naruto couldn't quite bother to remember. There wasn't enough alcohol in his system but there was enough lust passion OKAY FINE lust to do the job, toying with his nerves until everything was overexposed and completely sensorial and who cared about thinking right now? Who cared about anything beyond pure physicality, beyond feeling?

Not Naruto, that was for sure. He half-rose on his side, lips moving greedily along the slightly-stubbled line of Sasuke's jaw, needing now to hit that place where everything overwhelmed him and washed him out of the trials and tribulations of life, let him float in mindless sublimity. That place where he could heal, recharge until he was whole enough again to withstand the breaking (because there would always, always be more breaking, it wasn't something you could guard against, you just had to learn how to work past it -and for Naruto, this was it) and could put that stupid, comfortable smile back on and remembered who he was. What he was. He cast a lazy glance Hinata's way, smiling at her flushed face, the way her hair rippled over her shoulders.

The way she looked down at Sasuke, in the pure, innocent warmth she had.

Perfect. They were perfect. Flawed and broken and a little bent but absolutely, irrevocably perfect.

His teeth teased lightly at Sasuke's bottom lip; he could feel the hot swell of something building up, an emotion he couldn't put a name to, another thing he didn't quite care about. "Saaaasukeeeee..."

Hinata came back. She was on top of him again, she was moving on him again, they were together again. And Naruto came with her, Naruto's hands and Naruto's lips. He felt blanketed by their warmth, their bodies and their breath. It was hard to feel bad when you were surrounded by so much life, and he felt better. It was almost as if there was nothing to worry about. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Hinata, wondering if this relationship was going to last. It seemed like it could, and that even if it didn't, he would still have this memory. Little bits of warmth. And maybe he wouldn't mess it up this time. Maybe things were different, maybe he was older and wiser and she was okay with who he was- and for more than just a reasonably deep college relationship. Maybe it would work this time. Maybe it would last.

He didn't know where to fit Naruto in, but Naruto should fit somewhere in the heat and tightness, the thrust and pressure and warmth between Hinata and himself. They'd only slept together a few times so far. They would become less awkward, he thought. They would get used to one another and get closer to that unspoken kind of warmth he really wanted. Not just the warmth of the inside of her body. He reached out blindly for Naruto's hand, groping through the covers for it. He had one hand tightly around Hinata. She wasn't going anywhere. He nudged her gently, encouraging her to lean on him, rest down against his chest. She wouldn't need both hands for balance then. He found one, took it in his. And reached out, his fingers sliding through hers, for Naruto. Naruto was close at hand, his lips were rippling over Sasuke's jaw, his hair was brushing against Sasuke's cheek. He was right there. He wasn't sure what part of Naruto they touched first. Probably chest, ribcage and taut muscle. Heat and motion.

They shouldn't just make Naruto sit there, he thought dizzily. They should do something for him too. What? He couldn't think. Naruto would have an idea. Naruto was a big perv, Sasuke was sure of it. That was bad most of the time. Now it would come in handy. He thought he would ask Naruto, pick the words out of the air, like flash paper igniting in reverse, heat and light and confused flames in his head, somehow get Naruto into the tangle of their arms, the hot connection of their bodies. And into the indeterminate territory of their hearts, too. Sasuke wanted that, he knew he wanted it with Hinata, even if he couldn't figure out where it was, where he wanted to go, how to get there... he'd spent most of his life to date refusing to have anything to do with his heart. But the image, the words, the stupid romanticism of it was appealing, now. It wasn't just a cheap Hollywood fake-fantasy, played out by vapid actors. It was real. He thought Hinata might understand, if he could find the words to even start to explain.

Words were not on hand. So touching would do.

It all got a lot simplier, all about the movements, about the sensations and the beat of blood. She closed her eyes, and she could hear the small wet noises Naruto's mouth made as he kissed Sasuke (that thought didn't phase her at all, not now, it was just something that was happening, something small and unimportant), she could hear the bed move beneath them. Sasuke took her hand, he pulled her down.

She'd been quiet for the most part before this, but keeping quiet and contained didn't seem as important anymore. It seemed like too much effort. She let out a loud groan through her teeth, feeling that pressure increase, that need pumping. She heard Naruto mutter Sasuke's name, and it sounded lovely. Beautiful. His voice was full of what she felt, and it seemed appropriate. She'd always thought that saying someone's name during sex seemed...well, redundant. But she was realizing that it wasn't about one said, but how it was said. The words weren't what were being listened to. It was that need echoing behind it.

"Sasuke...Nnnn..." Rolling her hips, pulling him in deeper, each thrust hitting closer. More.

Sass' hand was cold, Naruto thought absently, reaching up with his free hand the tangle their fingers together, tucking them against his chest. But he was getting warmer, he was opening up, he was letting them in. Letting the life in. Letting himself just...be, like a normal human and not some damaged cyborg part. It was a huge step. Naruto was incredibly proud that he'd taken it, even though he had a feeling it wouldn't much last beyond this room.

Not yet, anyway. But there was time, there was always time, there was always that chance of redemption. You just had to give yourself the chance.

Hinata was providing some very nice background music; he smirked slightly, the fingers of his right hand now skimming over Sasuke's chest and over his throat to cup his cheek, thumb stroking over a finely-defined cheekbone. "Sasuke," he agreed huskily and kissed him, properly now, soft and hot and wet and tender. God, it was wrapping him up now, tugging him along in its wake with carefree abandon, and he didn't even know what 'it' was.

(Although he had a sneaking suspicion.)

He didn't want to get in the way, he really didn't, but Naruto could be greedy and definitely possessive and right now he really wanted to possess some more of Sasuke.

He tended to be quiet. Even with his ex, who was the kind of person who reached for pleasure with both hands, who screamed and carried on lustily and enjoyed it. His throat closed tight. He couldn't get himself to open up that much. Or at least, not verbally. All that came out of him was rasped breaths and silent longings.

Naruto murmured his name and rolled the syllables full of his wide Southern accent. All those long, flat a's. Saaaaas-ke. It was almost unrecognizable. He wondered fleetingly what he looked like to Naruto, to someone like Naruto. To make Naruto... want to do this, even though Sasuke was just a fucking bastard to him. Even though Sasuke basically had to flay every person who got close with words and viciousness. He had to be sure they weren't going to turn up one day and announce that they'd killed everyone he knew.

Hinata, girls like her, soft and shy and gentle, depthlessly kind- they had a back door key to his need to build those endurance tests of nastiness. As he curled his fingers around hers and Naruto's hot skin pulsed under them, she echoed Naruto. He'd thought of this before, fantasized about it. The soft little sighs and gasps she'd make. It was almost more exciting than imagining what she'd look like, or what she'd feel like. And here it was, happening. He couldn't do anything but gasp for breath. He rubbed her back with his free hand, nestling closer to her. It was always so damn hard to say how he felt. Either it seemed lame and fake, empty words, or it just came out wrong. It never seemed right. But gestures like that came close. He wanted her close to him. Simple as that. And Naruto... well, Naruto could come close too. He could come closer.

But things were accelerating, gaining speed and terminal velocity. Sex had it's simple, direct rhythm. He had made her come before- thankfully, he worried about that endlessly. The sex advice people were always saying that girls couldn't get off from normal sex, and he worried that a girl who claimed to have no sexual experience wouldn't even want to be touched, wouldn't want him to touch her.  But it had gone all right, after the usual awkwardness. He'd used his fingers, his tongue. But he didn't have the manual dexterity at the moment, he was drunk enough to realize that he was really fucking drunk. He nudged her up, grinding against her. That would have to do. He needed his other hand to reach with her for Naruto. And he needed the other to hold her with, try to trace out suggestions of how he felt. More things she probably already understood.

He thought they should try to get Naruto off too. How? It was a formless thought, wet through with spilled whiskey and vodka, with those wine cooler things, with a generous spillover of the whole collection of bottles open and glittering in the streetlight, sitting silently across the room. They should get Naruto off. How? His hand was gently dragging Hinata's down.. further and further. He should have balked at this. He sort of did. But by damn, they needed to get Naruto off too! This was the way to do it. Gently, he rested both of their hands on the base of- yes, Naruto's irritatingly larger, thicker, bigger dick. That fucking bastard. He'd better enjoy this.

Oh. That was...

She'd touched Sasuke's penis once, and it's shape had been so unfamiliar and frightening to her that she hadn't lasted very long with it, and he had accepted this from her. (Add another tally to the reasons why she adored him.) But here she was, touching Naruto's and...and it was different. Different because Sasuke was inside her and they were...they were...they were having sex making love in love fucking having sex, together (redundant, but with Naruto there, that needed some clarification) and it was Sasuke's hands that put hers there, and it was next to hers, helping her and...

Very different. It seemed more like something they were doing together, something he was helping her with. Something on the side, something just slightly beyond what her mind could...focus on.

Sasuke was angling himself a little differently, hand on her back, and she moved with him, still groaning into his ear, eyes clenched. She let him wrap her hand around Naruto's...Naruto's penis. The thought made her bury her face into Sasuke's shoulder and tighten her grip just that little bit. It was hard. It had a pulse.

Oh. Oh.

Naruto's breath hitched and transmuted into a shameless moan, because if he didn't let the sound out it'd build and build and build until it was something that would tear him apart and potentially destroy the universe with its force when it finally ripped from him, like space lasers or destructobeams or something. Yeah something like tha-- oh, god that just felt so good - he was hotwired to every little touch - he was in too deep with everything, just the way he liked it. Heat shifting through his body too fast to be pinned down and thought about, because that killed it, that took the spontaneity and the naturalness out it, shrouded it in hesitation and held it back from expression.

Christ on a cracker, he couldn't believe Sasuke was going this far. That he meant this much to him...well. His heart had known there was a good reason behind that hermano it had so easily bestowed upon a spitting, hissing, snarling tower of rage; hell, it'd done so in the middle of one of their bitchfights, if he remembered rightly. (He probably didn't; Naruto's brain wasn't exactly in charge at the moment.) Naruto hadn't questioned it, because despite all evidence to the contrary his heart never let him down, and now his patient acceptance was being rewarded in a manner he certainly hadn't expected.

And - fuck! - he could get used to this.

"Sa-Sasuke," he stammered, eyes rolling shut, sweat sparkling at his temples, mouth seeking out Sasuke's lips with greater urgency. Damn, damn!, this wasn't what he'd had in mind--

--not really--

--okay, maybe a little, but he hadn't really been considering it seriously, and Jesus fuck he was now. Which was wrong because this was all supposed to be about Sasuke, and Hinata too, of course, but not him. It wasn't ever supposed to be about him.

Right now he wanted it to be.

Drama queen, Sasuke thought to himself with a vague half-eyeroll. He couldn't marshal too much attention to wondering why Naruto was moaning and groaning so theatrically (to Sasuke's mind anyway). Because Hinata was moaning in his ear and that was beyond exciting, excitement that had nowhere to go since he was already flushed and gasping and his heartbeat was hammering away. He had to hold on, he couldn't finish before Naruto did!

Fortunately there was a dizzying whirl of sensation all around him. Hinata's soft breasts were pressed against him, her hair was falling all over his shoulder and neck, her heat was unbearable and endless and perfect. And Naruto's penis fortunately (disturbingly?) felt enough like his own to make it easy to just stroke him. Up and down, easy. And not think too hard about exactly who's penis it was. Hinata's fingers curled under his, and together they rubbed slowly at Naruto's... well, it was best that Sasuke couldn't think too hard about it. He'd think of a way to excuse this later, this didn't have to make him gay.

Nor did Naruto's insistent mouth on his. If not for the sheer brazenness of the way Naruto kissed, he might have half-drifted into thinking it was Hinata. He couldn't keep the bodies straight, he just wanted to lie back and grind against her, move inside her and hold it together until she tensed up around him, and her head fell back, her white neck glimmered with sweat in the half-light.

So he guided her hand, and closed her fingers within his, ringing Naruto and his irritatingly big penis. Naruto and his shameless pleasure. Well, Sasuke didn't feel like talking or thinking at all. Feeling was better. Excuses later.

It was like a boatride, like letting the waves pull and push. It was the knowledge that they were close, that their skin was flush against everyone else's, their hands working together and their noises coming together. Together.

Naruto was kissing Sasuke and Hinata let her heavy-lidded eyes watch that for a moment, intrigued by the passion of it. She wondered if that's what she and Sasuke looked like. She doubted it. Naruto seemed like he would be a better kisser. (A part of her felt she was missing out on something. She wouldn't have minded kissing Naruto, nor would she have fought if he'd--no. Hinata pushed those thoughts away, as they were already too sodden in guilt, and she wasn't even thinking straight. If she had been, they wouldn't even have dared show themselves to her.)

Her legs were beginning to tire from the effort of moving her lower body with Sasuke, but she wasn't about to stop here. It was getting close, his thrusts were growing just that bit more desperate, and she was almost proud to be beginning to recognize the signs. She pulled her hand away from Naruto to grasp the bedsheet, and she closed her eyes tight again. The heat between her legs dangerously hot, boiling boiling...

"...Sasuke!"

Whining slightly in protest as somebody's hand left him, Naruto's eyes flickered open. All he could see was Sasuke's face (possibly because he was kinda making out with it?), flushed and focused beyond him, on Hinata. It was so, so nice to be inside their little bubble.

The handjob was even better.

He replaced Hinata's hand with his own, shuddering slightly in pleasure, resting his head on Sasuke's shoulder. "Nnnnn..." The air was humid now, drinking up their sweat and making each breath heavier. This triggered memories of another time, another place, another pair of bodies. Somebody else's hand around his own, stroke for stroke. But Naruto didn't allow himself to get caught up in them: in fact, he didn't even have to try. This moment was far more powerful, far more crucial, and he'd be damned if he let reminiscences of past depravities steal away from it!

His leg shifted, resting flush against Hinata's and he sighed at the touch. She was soft-skinned, muscles taut beneath that as she moved astride Sasuke. The phsyical contact drew him further in, let imagine her facet in this odd little scene. Naruto moved his hand lower, half-over Sasuke's. Don't stop...

When she did that, he couldn't think. Couldn't concentrate at all. Her voice was almost hynotic, he felt almost delerious with it. And yes, maybe a lot of that was the alcohol. But you couldn't light a fire like that without a spark. When he practiced for hours, sometimes, every word he heard after sounded more like pitches and rhythm than language or meaning. And her gasp, close by his ear, was exactly like that. Feeling rather than meaning. This was too much thinking, he decided. He ground up against her, hard and fast, she was close and he had to get her over. Even though he was drunk, she seemed so close to it, he was doing this okay! And while Naruto might still come last, Sasuke decided that was okay too. Naruto had started late. He just had to come after Hinata did. Simple. Hinata's hand was gone, braced against the bed beside him.

Naruto's was in its place, Sasuke couldn't remember which hand came from where. It was just a tangle of hot flesh and muscle straining under it. He couldn't think, so grabbing Naruto and rubbing him hard now, seriously you could say, that was second nature. He was close himself. He didn't trust anyone (usually), you could say he'd had a lot of practice with this particular motion.

He vaguely remembered his fingernails again. Trimmed? Trimmed enough? Filed? Probably. If he was hurting Naruto, Naruto would have yelped and been loud and obnoxious about it by now. The fact that Naruto was loud was one of his curses, but also a saving grace. You never had to wonder if you were hurting Naruto, did you? You just had to ask yourself if he was yelling or not.

She couldn't last very long after he started that pace. Breatheinbreatheout and then something blew apart, and it was a chemical reaction because one thing was changing into a completely different thing and there were molecules being let off, molecules of sound, was sound made up of molecules? No, those were...waves. Sound waves. Like the waves of pleasure that started in the pit of her stomach and spread until she was tingling, muscles tightening and letting go.

The sound she made might have been his name, but it could have been something else, something like i love you or i love this, maybe even we love you. It was impossible to tell.

She belatedly realized that Naruto had pressed up beside her, his skin hot and his body shifting to match Sasuke's hand...and his own. Feeling her own high slip away into deep contentment, she allowed herself sink back against Sasuke's chest, she watched the two of them work toward Naruto's release.

Her eyes jerked up to glance at Sasuke. Had he...she'd been so wrapped up in her own body that she hadn't really noticed. He was still...inside her and it was...warm....Hinata forced herself to not think about it, and let her boyfriend's heart beat against her cheek.

Was it so terribly wrong that Hinata crying out like that turned him on? Possibly. Naruto didn't really think so; a cry of passion was designed to incite passion in others. He groaned and bit Sasuke's shoulder with slightly more savagery than he had before, hard enough that there would be a welt later, but without breaking the skin. Shit, he hadn't meant to do that - didn't want to actually hurt him...

It didn't matter anyway, because he kissed it better immediately afterwards.

His hips twitched slightly in response to the coiled fire that was starting to center just under his navel, prickling the skin at the small of his back, shivering back up to his lips as they closed over Sasuke's skin again. Sass was, apparently, a natural-born wanker (hurhurhur) and Naruto totally approved of that right now. But he wanted more, more touching, more sensation. More everything. He wanted-- He wanted to do--

"Sasssuke...!"

Was that Hinata? he thought hazily? Yes, it was Hinata. And he felt her muscles fluttering around him, nothing felt as good as that. Nothing. Thoughts were becoming suddenly very unimportant. Too much thinking. He half-remembered advice to not tense up so much, he was too tense, he needed to relax so he could actually enjoy himself. Enjoy yourself for a change. Context and place was unimportant. Relax now, and he did, and the rest was fire, or out of control fireworks or accelerants, he remembered a rush of images at times like this. At that moment. It wasn't even a real moment, it was a razor's cut between moments. An exploding flashbulb in his face. Except it didn't just flash, it shot glass and light and steel in every direction. He didn't groan so much as just gasp through clenched teeth. He curled his arm around Hinata and held on to her tightly.

It stung a bit, Naruto bit at him, and licked, and his lips brushed against stinging wet skin, and it felt good, bizarrely, everything caught a tinge of fire. He pushed air out of his lungs, one hard gulp. There. Done. His eyes slid closed. His stomach muscles twitched with the last of the aftershocks, and he groaned softly. Done. Exhale. Cuddle. He nuzzled Hinata's cheek gently as he thought of that.

And he must have squeezed Naruto too hard, choking him off right at the moment he'd want that kind of sharp pressure himself, at the point of impact. It was out of sync, he was the one all wet and rapidly deflating now. Naruto was still impertinently hard. He kept his hand moving. The rest of him dissolved away. Warmth. Wetness. And Hinata's cheek resting against his chest, his hand in her hair now. Cold on the outside, he thought, in as much as he thought at all. Hot near the nape of her neck, close to her flushed skin. And that same flush over his chest now, and hers, their sweat mingling. He exhaled slowly.

He could have said something like not done yet, loser? to Naruto and been a bastard, it was so natural. But he didn't want to....

....fine. FINE. He didn't want to ruin the moment. It was perfect, somehow. Hinata lying on him, and even Naruto all happily helping him jerk Naruto off, Jesus Christ, and the sheets all rumpled and the bad faux-modern... or whatever, ugly decor of the hotel, the collection of bottles, the shifting streetlight as crazy motorists careened by far below. Almost romantic, really. He only had to move very little to smooth Hinata's hair back from her forehead and kiss her there. So he did. Cuddling, he decided sleepily, was very important. Fortunately he could do this wank stuff without exerting too much effort. Practice, he thought pensively. Lots of practice.

Naruto started making noise, you couldn't really call it 'moaning' anymore, it was gravelly and smokey, that strange base note in his voice. Sasuke cracked one eye open and pointed it Naruto's way. Was he coming yet? No, he didn't feel anything on his- CRAP, he thought. HE WAS GOING TO GET NARUTO'S- And on his FINGERS and -

But muscle control was a wonderful thing. He didn't miss a stroke. Fine, he told himself. It was just... it was... FINE, he could just wash his hands. It was okay. He breathed. Yes. It was okay. And Nauto's hand was the one in position to make... uh... body fluid contact. Right.

He was warm against her and she smiled, pleased by this outcome. Well, maybe Naruto wasn't exactly pleased...he was still lying there, grunting and thrusting against Sasuke's hand. He looked very different when he was aroused, as if there was a sharper edge to his face, and his eyes shown with a different sort of glow. He seemed more...primal, somehow. Not that he was particularly refined on a normal day, but something had definitely changed. Sasuke didn't look like that when he was.......about to...orgasm, not really. His face sort of twisted up with concentration, as if he were playing an instrument rather than...making love to her, but that was okay. She probably didn't look like a heavenly angel, herself.

But she kind of felt like one. Not an angel, exactly, but...something bigger than the moment. Content. Definitely content. Happy. This was how it felt to be complete and happy. She studied the moment, curious about its effect on her. Hinata understood that it couldn't last very long, as nothing gold can stay, but that didn't stop the little butterflies from zipping around in her stomach. She bottled this feeling for later, to put down on paper, maybe, and then left it in the back of her mind.

Her hand reached up to pet Naruto's head, wet with the sweat of his efforts, but she didn't pull her hand back. Maybe she'd grown used to petting Akamaru, because that's how she did it. She didn't know how else to touch him, really, but in this way. Softly, gently, the comforting caress that she would give to a puppy didn't seem wrong or inappropriate. To her.

And they were all together again. Except this time he was the focus, and Naruto...wasn't actually used to that. Yeah, he tended to be in the spotlight a lot. Yeah, he was a loud, obnoxious, undismissable goof. But for something like this, it had never once been about him, not for a moment. To be honest, he sort of preferred it that way. He was used to coming off second-best, in a way, even if he didn't like it. He strove to be first, but he was used to the second-place ribbon.

To have two people focused on him - especially these two people, even for just this moment...it was sort of overwhelming. Intense. Naruto swivelled his head to gently kiss Hinata's palm, tangy with sweat - his sweat, her sweat, Sasuke's sweat. All of them, contained in one delicate hand. It was amazing. The smallest things were often the most profound; Naruto had known that for a long time now. His leg entwined itself with theirs: more connection, it was like a drug now, he couldn't get enough.

He turned back to Sasuke, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, mouth warm and hungry. He couldn't kiss Hinata; that'd throw things off. Sasuke was too touchy about things like that. But Hinata understood, understood that his kissing Sasuke didn't mean he was trying to steal him from her, or that he wanted him like that at all. It was just passion, just expression of a deep and abiding affection that maybe Sasuke couldn't understand in any other way. He needed black-and-white evidence. He needed to let them love him, in their different ways.

But Sasuke was scared - Naruto could understand that. He stroked his hair gently, rough and dark under his hand, wet with sweat. "Sasuke," he purred, lips dragging over Sass' own, breath hissing in sharply as their linked hands pulled just right and tangible ecstasy rolled over him. God, he was close. So close. Just a little more, just a little more of this perfect, unbreakable moment, and he'd be falling over the edge, roaming on adreneline and sheer pleasure. God...