[Fic] Just a Phase 2/?
Title: Just a Phase 2/?
Author: Chibi
Summary: He stands out like a typo in Corporate God’s perfect plan, still in college and still undecided about his future, and his deviation from Corporate God makes him irresistible to the man who stands right behind him.
Pairing (for this chapter): SasuNaru, SasuSaku
Warnings (for this chapter): AU, Yaoi, lemon, het, mentions of masturbation, overactive imaginations, magazines and tabloids ^^
Author's Notes: So what started as a PWP is now a PWP with a shitty plot, hahanaha! Anyhow, this chapter has both het and yaoi sex. I’ve never written SasuSaku before so that was a bit interesting, but the muses told me to so I did ^^;;; The fic is still SasuNaru overall, I promise.
Previous chapters:
Teaser chapter: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/377184/
Chapter one: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/383097/
If y! gallery doesn’t work for you, go here:
Teaser chapter: http://brichibi.livejournal.com/147478.html
Chapter one: http://brichibi.livejournal.com/148197.html#cutid1
Uchiha Sasuke is a head pusher.
It’s surprising because Uchiha Sasuke is perfection. His shirts are always wrinkle free to match his never crocked tie. His pants have a steamed crease that is in a sharp, straight line that could cause a paper cut if you touched them. His shoes are always polished and look better than they ever did when they were purchased at the store. And even though his hair is messy, its perfectly messy, styled purposely in a way that makes it a spiky, organized mass of recklessness.
But still in yet, Uchiha Sasuke is a head pusher.
He sits back in his chair and pushes the boy’s head in between his legs, impatient and demanding as he grabs onto a good chunk of blond hair and moves into his mouth. His pants are rumpled around his ankles and his neatly pressed shirt is all he’s wearing with the tie hanging limply across his shoulder. There’s a pile of work papers on the floor spilling out of his suitcase, evidence of what he’s supposed to be doing tonight. It’s shameful, how fast Sasuke let that suitcase fall from his hand when the college boy pulled him forward by his tie and kissed him. It’s shameful, how quickly Sasuke melted, how he practically forced the boy’s hand in-between his legs, forced him to start rubbing it against his pants as they kissed like horny teenagers whose parents were away for the weekend. Their lips were smashed together, tongues thrusting against each other and bruising their lips, and at some point the boy removed Sasuke’s pants and whispered sit down, and I’ll show you something amazing.
And it is amazing. Sasuke feels a little pathetic for thinking that something like a blow job is amazing, but it is, in a way, because it makes Sasuke ignore the corporate world and his father’s programming. This boy, this stranger who rides the train with him has found a flaw in perfection and Sasuke can picture his father scolding him, giving him a stern lecture because he let this boy, this college boy, find a flaw in one of the almighty Uchiha men. Praise them. Amen.
And the young man does praise him, worships him with his lips and tongue and it makes the almighty throw his head back and scream, ordering him to go faster faster! Sasuke’s fingers are tight around his hair, pulling it, desperate and begging, shit he’s begging! For what? More of his mouth, more of his lips? More of everything, everything! Sasuke pulls him up and says takes off your clothes and watches him strip for him, the college boy shaking as Sasuke violates his body with his eyes. The baggy pants and hoodie are gone, leaving him naked except for a pair of white socks that he’s wearing. For some reason it turns Sasuke on more, seeing those socks on his feet, and he tells him keep those on.
And now, this is it. The moment that Sasuke has been waiting for, has been thinking about like some kind of sick pervert who lives in his mother’s basement and types the word “hentai” into his web browser, going from site to site and getting off on forty-two second videos of big breasted girls whose breasts always stick out of their bras. Sasuke can feel his heart jumping around in his chest, watching in a fascinated sort of slow motion as he slides into his lap, his back to him as he teasingly rubs his ass against him. God. Sasuke’s hands are shaking, locking in around the boy’s waist. God, oh god, fuck me the boy whispers, and his voice is soft and molests Sasuke’s body. God, oh god oh god oh god-
Ring.
Sasuke’s eyes snap open and he sits up, frantically looking around the room. Where…? Then he realizes that he’s sitting at his computer desk at home, his forehead creased with different letters from his keyboard. Was that all really…
Ring. Ring ring.
Sasuke looks over and watches his cell phone ring, looks to see his father calling and he remembers that he was supposed to be e-mailing him some finished documents. Sasuke sighs and lays his head back down. Damnit, goddamnit! The phone keeps ringing and he finally answers, “I’m sending them right now,” he says.
“They were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
I am aware of that. “I know. There were a few mistakes that needed to be fixed.”
“Oh?” His father sounds pleased, “That’s my boy, constantly re-checking things until they’re perfect.”
It‘s kind of scary how well he knows his father, how he knows exactly what to say to please him when he‘s done something wrong. He sometimes wonders if its part of his Uchiha programming… or the fact that children automatically know how to charm their parents. “Of course, father,” Sasuke quickly skims over the documents, makes sure that there’s correct punctuation and spelling, “It’s on the way now.”
“Good job,” the Uchiha Father says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As soon as they hang up Sasuke’s head hits the keyboard again and he sighs. It’s goddamn unbearable in-between his legs and he tries to think about the college boy, tries to imagine him moving in his lap like a scantly clad stripper but nothing comes to mind. Every time he tries the image disappears, as if mocking him, and when he touches himself the only thing he feels is I’m so pathetic, like he’s standing at the back of the gymnasium at the school dance and watching all the cool kids out on the dance floor. He gets up and tries to go to sleep, tosses off his clothing and buries himself underneath the covers of his bed. He tries to ignore the feeling in-between his legs that has, at this point, started to make his legs feel like week old spaghetti. His hand gravitates to the area and he tries to touch himself again but it makes him feel even more pathetic, frustrated, and he angrily tosses off the covers and contemplates taking the longest shower in history.
But he knows that won’t help as his mind grants him an image of a very naked and wet subway riding college boy, then another image of said college boy fully clothed underneath the spray of water. Damnit… damnit! He knows the only satisfying solution would be to quote, unquote, get laid, and before he realizes what he’s doing he grabs his phone.
**
They say that there’s a certain time of night when a phone call from a man means that he’s only seeking one thing. They also say that when an Uchiha calls, you come running no matter what time it is. Haruno Sakura knows this, and when she gets Sasuke’s call she sighs and says, “I’ll be right over.”
Uchiha Sasuke has always been that boy that every girl wanted, ever since they were in the recess days she and other girls would fight over who got to sit on the teeter-totter with Sasuke, beating the crap out of each other until there was one girl left standing. The fighting just got worse as they got older; shoving girls out of their chairs, throwing cafeteria meatloaf, whatever it took to get closer to Sasuke. She isn’t quite sure when she finally started to get to know Sasuke, but at some point he stopped being so god-like and started to be a normal boy who had the same problems they all did… except a thousand times worse. Sure, Sakura wanted her parents to be happy with her, but she was fortunate to have parents who weren’t at the top of the world so when she brought home good grades they were proud. Sasuke’s father always wanted him to get above a good grade, always wanted him to overly succeed and be better than everyone around him. It was frustrating, and at some point Sakura stopped being an obsessed fangirl and started to be a friend.
Or… at least someone that Sasuke could call when he was frustrated with the world.
The first time he had called her past reasonable hours of the night she didn’t really know what to say. She came over and saw him slaving over some research paper or thesis that was certainly grade-A work but its still not good enough he had said, frustrated and banging on his computer desk with his fists. She had tried to give him some words of encouragement, tried to boost his ego but that had only made him more frustrated, beyond tired with being praised by his peers and teachers. If you ask her how it happened she wouldn’t be able to tell you, but somehow they ended up in bed together. Nothing about it had been romantic, nothing like what the girls would gush about or what the love songs would dictate. It had been a complete mess, Sakura left in her bra because Sasuke couldn’t get it unhooked, Sasuke fully clothed with his pants unbuttoned and pushed down enough for him to be able to enter her. There was nothing sweet about their first time, no tender words and kisses, and she knew that he was only doing it to let out his frustrations. But that was the thing about Sakura, she would rather have the truth than to live on some lie, have him speak words of love when he didn’t really mean it. Oddly, it had impressed him, seeing that she wasn’t the same girl from back in the day when she pulled a girl’s hair and called her a pig and screamed how dare you sit next to my Sasuke!
It was an attractive feature, and it prompted him to call her a second time.
The second time had all of their clothes off, the both of them naked and Sakura a little bit insecure, almost wanting to put her bra back on but Sasuke had already started to sexually harass her breasts with his hands and tongue. It made the area in-between her legs tingle, and unlike the first time--where the only thing that made noises was the creaking dormitory bed--she was moaning and she had to close her eyes or else her cheeks would get even redder from the image of Sasuke nipping and licking at her nipples.
She didn’t even think he knew what foreplay was, considering their first time.
But this time was different, this time had Sasuke’s fingers moving inside of her, teasing her in places that made her legs shake. At some pointed she started to call out his name, her voice making his fingers move faster inside of her, purposely making her louder and making the poor boy who stayed in the room next to his pound on the wall, screaming about Calculus homework.
The third time they learned how to turn on the stereo.
Tonight, when Sakura gets to Sasuke’s place he has her pinned against the door and is kissing her before she can even get her shoes off. She’s surprised by the level of intensity, his lips not giving her a chance to breathe, and when he pulls away he’s already pulling off her clothes.
“What did your father do now?” She asks, lifting her arms so Sasuke can get her shirt off.
“It’s not him,” he says, “It’s not him at all.”
“Oh?” Then she remembers, “Oh right, Itachi’s on the cover of that magazine aga-a-ah--” he’s squeezing her breasts through her bra, the black lace rubbing against her skin as he kisses at her neck.
“Not him either,” he mumbles against her neck, biting at a spot that makes her whimper. He decides to attack the spot with his tongue, licking at it before he nips it again.
“T-then… then what is it?”
He reaches under her skirt and pulls off her panties, letting them slide to her feet and she kicks them across the room. “There’s…” he tries to find the words for it, “there’s… this guy…”
Sakura blinks, then blinks again, “A… guy?”
“Yeah… this guy I see on the train all the time…”
Sakura stands there, topless except for a skirt, her hands on the buckle of Sasuke’s pants, unmoving, “You… like someone?” The concept is foreign to her. She doesn’t remember a time where Uchiha Sasuke ever used the word like except to maybe describe a food… maybe.
“I… it’s not like, I don’t even know the guy.”
“You…” she blinks again, “You’re attracted to this guy?”
Sasuke nods.
And that concept is even stranger, though she’d like to think that Sasuke is a little bit attracted to her, hence the sex. He does seem to be fascinated with her breasts when she wears certain pieces of underwear, and he also seems to enjoy doing things with his tongue “down there” because it makes her squirm and it causes his bed to become rather disorganized. But he’s never had sex with her because she looked good in a certain outfit, or because he was just thinking about her; its always been because of the great, irritating Uchiha Father and brother.
It’s surprising for him to be sexually frustrated over another human being and she isn’t quite sure how she feels about it.
“So… this isn’t about your father or your brother?”
Sasuke nods again.
“So… you’re imagining him right now?”
“Well… no, I can’t really do that, he doesn’t have breasts.”
That makes her smile a little.
“Are you… mad?”
She tries to look for the emotion ANGER but she’s not feeling it. It’s a little strange, but, “No… not really,” because its not like they’re dating or anything like that. When she thinks about it she feels that he probably does care about her, at least enough to not intentionally hurt her, but for some reason the thought of being angry like some jealous girlfriend because he’s attracted to--and possibly likes--someone else seems a bit ridiculous when they’re not really together.
“Really?”
But she could say it, couldn’t she? She could say that she is mad and that he should be with her. She could demand that he sleep with her because he wants to, not because he’s had a bad day at work, and that they be together. But for some reason that sounds incredibly cheesy, like some tearful heroine in a romance movie, and she knows that their relationship doesn’t work like that.
But what is their relationship, exactly?
He calls her. She comes over. They have sex. But Sasuke has never even been this close to a person, and something about that makes her smile a little more. She’s the one he calls, without hesitation, when he needs to have some sort of human contact and she’s fairly certain that Uchiha Sasuke could stand in the middle of the street and ask for someone to come upstairs and he’d have a crowd full of people ready to take their clothes off. She likes to think that there’s something in her that makes her the only person he calls, and that makes her a little happy inside.
She tries to find a good way to explain it but when she tries it all sounds too complicated, so she says, “Yes. Really,” and she kisses him. “So… this guy must be pretty hot if you’re this frustrated about it.” She smirks a bit and brushes her fingers in-between Sasuke’s legs. It’s amazing--she wishes she could think of another way to say it--but it’s amazing to see Uchiha Sasuke turned-on by something. She undoes the belt to his pants and slips her hand inside, touching him, but then he pins her back against the door and shakes his head.
“D-don’t…” he’s already panting and she wonders how long he’s been thinking about this boy. He’s already pushing her skirt up so that it bunches around her hips and in seconds he’s lifting her up and moving inside of her, her legs tight around his waist as her back slides up and down against the door--cold and smooth against her skin. It’s been quite a while since they’ve had sex like this; rushed and a little sloppy, Sasuke desperate to let go as he grabs onto her hips and moves faster. His pants are around his ankles, his shirt and tie making his skin warm as he kisses at her lips. Her shoes are still on, her heels scraping against the back of his shirt and it seems to turn him on even more because his movements are a bit harder, deeper, and she‘s gone from moaning to full-blown screaming that echoes off the walls.
The second time they do it she at least gets her shoes off, leaving it at the door with his pants. They make it to the bedroom, almost, they make it down the hallway and he has her against the wall by a framed picture of some sort of scattered colors that look like paint splatters. The picture almost falls when her back hits the wall, it tilts to the side and Sasuke makes a comment about fixing it later. She loses her skirt and is now completely naked and she manages to get his shirt unbuttoned, the tie hanging around his neck. Time number three has them in the bedroom and they actually make it into the bed, both exhausted when its over, panting and a little sweaty but too tired to really care.
“Wow,” she manages to say, and it sounds corny but she’s only speaking the truth. Part of her wants to see this boy who Sasuke is attracted to and thank him for making him so sexually frustrated.
“So,” Sasuke says after a moment, “You’re not surprised that I’m attracted to a guy?”
Sakura looks a bit surprised at the question and she laughs a bit, “No,” she says, “You’re not the type to stress about sexual preference, you’re too busy stressing about work.”
He frowns, “It’s much easier to stress about work. This guy… I feel so stupid when it comes to him. I don’t even know his name.”
“You could just ask him.”
“… what?”
“You could have a conversation with him and ask him his name.”
It sounds so simple, but then he does remember that they spoke for a brief period of time when he held the door open for him. Or rather, the boy spoke, and he stared at him like a pathetic little kid who couldn’t pronounce his words correctly. But Sakura has a good idea now, doesn’t she? When he sees the boy again he could mention the fact that he held the door open for him, he could say remember the other day? or something like that, couldn’t he? He has a starting point now, doesn’t he?
It’s ridiculous, how he feels like he’s accomplished a great, lifetime goal from something so simple. Sakura just shakes her head, “Sometimes, you think about things way too much.”
**
Uchiha Sasuke has a plan.
He sits on the train the next morning, determined and waiting for the boy to step onto the train. He’s constantly looking around, watch the people and waiting to see any sign of bright orange and blond hair through the suits and cups of expensive coffee.
The train stops and the crowd shifts. For a moment the train is empty, but only for a moment, because soon more people are stepping onto the train with their briefcases and talking on their cell phones about afternoon meetings and appointments.
And there he is, the last one on the train, headphones on his ears that are loud enough to hear from where he’s sitting. Sasuke watches him, and he feels like a loser because his heart is beating like he’s going on trial for a crime that he’s surely guilty of. He takes a deep breath and stands up, his seat immediately claimed by a man speaking on his phone about closing the deal, now, right now! and Sasuke pushes his way through the people to try and get to the college boy who stands towards the back of the train.
Almost. He’s almost there. He pushes past someone else who swears at him careful, you stepped on my foot! and Sasuke looks back to apologize but then he stops, his eyes widening when he sees the man reading a magazine.
No.
Gods no.
But yes, it’s true. Right there in bold print.
Younger Uchiha seen with a woman late at night.
TBC
Author: Chibi
Summary: He stands out like a typo in Corporate God’s perfect plan, still in college and still undecided about his future, and his deviation from Corporate God makes him irresistible to the man who stands right behind him.
Pairing (for this chapter): SasuNaru, SasuSaku
Warnings (for this chapter): AU, Yaoi, lemon, het, mentions of masturbation, overactive imaginations, magazines and tabloids ^^
Author's Notes: So what started as a PWP is now a PWP with a shitty plot, hahanaha! Anyhow, this chapter has both het and yaoi sex. I’ve never written SasuSaku before so that was a bit interesting, but the muses told me to so I did ^^;;; The fic is still SasuNaru overall, I promise.
Previous chapters:
Teaser chapter: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/377184/
Chapter one: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/383097/
If y! gallery doesn’t work for you, go here:
Teaser chapter: http://brichibi.livejournal.com/147478.html
Chapter one: http://brichibi.livejournal.com/148197.html#cutid1
Uchiha Sasuke is a head pusher.
It’s surprising because Uchiha Sasuke is perfection. His shirts are always wrinkle free to match his never crocked tie. His pants have a steamed crease that is in a sharp, straight line that could cause a paper cut if you touched them. His shoes are always polished and look better than they ever did when they were purchased at the store. And even though his hair is messy, its perfectly messy, styled purposely in a way that makes it a spiky, organized mass of recklessness.
But still in yet, Uchiha Sasuke is a head pusher.
He sits back in his chair and pushes the boy’s head in between his legs, impatient and demanding as he grabs onto a good chunk of blond hair and moves into his mouth. His pants are rumpled around his ankles and his neatly pressed shirt is all he’s wearing with the tie hanging limply across his shoulder. There’s a pile of work papers on the floor spilling out of his suitcase, evidence of what he’s supposed to be doing tonight. It’s shameful, how fast Sasuke let that suitcase fall from his hand when the college boy pulled him forward by his tie and kissed him. It’s shameful, how quickly Sasuke melted, how he practically forced the boy’s hand in-between his legs, forced him to start rubbing it against his pants as they kissed like horny teenagers whose parents were away for the weekend. Their lips were smashed together, tongues thrusting against each other and bruising their lips, and at some point the boy removed Sasuke’s pants and whispered sit down, and I’ll show you something amazing.
And it is amazing. Sasuke feels a little pathetic for thinking that something like a blow job is amazing, but it is, in a way, because it makes Sasuke ignore the corporate world and his father’s programming. This boy, this stranger who rides the train with him has found a flaw in perfection and Sasuke can picture his father scolding him, giving him a stern lecture because he let this boy, this college boy, find a flaw in one of the almighty Uchiha men. Praise them. Amen.
And the young man does praise him, worships him with his lips and tongue and it makes the almighty throw his head back and scream, ordering him to go faster faster! Sasuke’s fingers are tight around his hair, pulling it, desperate and begging, shit he’s begging! For what? More of his mouth, more of his lips? More of everything, everything! Sasuke pulls him up and says takes off your clothes and watches him strip for him, the college boy shaking as Sasuke violates his body with his eyes. The baggy pants and hoodie are gone, leaving him naked except for a pair of white socks that he’s wearing. For some reason it turns Sasuke on more, seeing those socks on his feet, and he tells him keep those on.
And now, this is it. The moment that Sasuke has been waiting for, has been thinking about like some kind of sick pervert who lives in his mother’s basement and types the word “hentai” into his web browser, going from site to site and getting off on forty-two second videos of big breasted girls whose breasts always stick out of their bras. Sasuke can feel his heart jumping around in his chest, watching in a fascinated sort of slow motion as he slides into his lap, his back to him as he teasingly rubs his ass against him. God. Sasuke’s hands are shaking, locking in around the boy’s waist. God, oh god, fuck me the boy whispers, and his voice is soft and molests Sasuke’s body. God, oh god oh god oh god-
Ring.
Sasuke’s eyes snap open and he sits up, frantically looking around the room. Where…? Then he realizes that he’s sitting at his computer desk at home, his forehead creased with different letters from his keyboard. Was that all really…
Ring. Ring ring.
Sasuke looks over and watches his cell phone ring, looks to see his father calling and he remembers that he was supposed to be e-mailing him some finished documents. Sasuke sighs and lays his head back down. Damnit, goddamnit! The phone keeps ringing and he finally answers, “I’m sending them right now,” he says.
“They were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
I am aware of that. “I know. There were a few mistakes that needed to be fixed.”
“Oh?” His father sounds pleased, “That’s my boy, constantly re-checking things until they’re perfect.”
It‘s kind of scary how well he knows his father, how he knows exactly what to say to please him when he‘s done something wrong. He sometimes wonders if its part of his Uchiha programming… or the fact that children automatically know how to charm their parents. “Of course, father,” Sasuke quickly skims over the documents, makes sure that there’s correct punctuation and spelling, “It’s on the way now.”
“Good job,” the Uchiha Father says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As soon as they hang up Sasuke’s head hits the keyboard again and he sighs. It’s goddamn unbearable in-between his legs and he tries to think about the college boy, tries to imagine him moving in his lap like a scantly clad stripper but nothing comes to mind. Every time he tries the image disappears, as if mocking him, and when he touches himself the only thing he feels is I’m so pathetic, like he’s standing at the back of the gymnasium at the school dance and watching all the cool kids out on the dance floor. He gets up and tries to go to sleep, tosses off his clothing and buries himself underneath the covers of his bed. He tries to ignore the feeling in-between his legs that has, at this point, started to make his legs feel like week old spaghetti. His hand gravitates to the area and he tries to touch himself again but it makes him feel even more pathetic, frustrated, and he angrily tosses off the covers and contemplates taking the longest shower in history.
But he knows that won’t help as his mind grants him an image of a very naked and wet subway riding college boy, then another image of said college boy fully clothed underneath the spray of water. Damnit… damnit! He knows the only satisfying solution would be to quote, unquote, get laid, and before he realizes what he’s doing he grabs his phone.
**
They say that there’s a certain time of night when a phone call from a man means that he’s only seeking one thing. They also say that when an Uchiha calls, you come running no matter what time it is. Haruno Sakura knows this, and when she gets Sasuke’s call she sighs and says, “I’ll be right over.”
Uchiha Sasuke has always been that boy that every girl wanted, ever since they were in the recess days she and other girls would fight over who got to sit on the teeter-totter with Sasuke, beating the crap out of each other until there was one girl left standing. The fighting just got worse as they got older; shoving girls out of their chairs, throwing cafeteria meatloaf, whatever it took to get closer to Sasuke. She isn’t quite sure when she finally started to get to know Sasuke, but at some point he stopped being so god-like and started to be a normal boy who had the same problems they all did… except a thousand times worse. Sure, Sakura wanted her parents to be happy with her, but she was fortunate to have parents who weren’t at the top of the world so when she brought home good grades they were proud. Sasuke’s father always wanted him to get above a good grade, always wanted him to overly succeed and be better than everyone around him. It was frustrating, and at some point Sakura stopped being an obsessed fangirl and started to be a friend.
Or… at least someone that Sasuke could call when he was frustrated with the world.
The first time he had called her past reasonable hours of the night she didn’t really know what to say. She came over and saw him slaving over some research paper or thesis that was certainly grade-A work but its still not good enough he had said, frustrated and banging on his computer desk with his fists. She had tried to give him some words of encouragement, tried to boost his ego but that had only made him more frustrated, beyond tired with being praised by his peers and teachers. If you ask her how it happened she wouldn’t be able to tell you, but somehow they ended up in bed together. Nothing about it had been romantic, nothing like what the girls would gush about or what the love songs would dictate. It had been a complete mess, Sakura left in her bra because Sasuke couldn’t get it unhooked, Sasuke fully clothed with his pants unbuttoned and pushed down enough for him to be able to enter her. There was nothing sweet about their first time, no tender words and kisses, and she knew that he was only doing it to let out his frustrations. But that was the thing about Sakura, she would rather have the truth than to live on some lie, have him speak words of love when he didn’t really mean it. Oddly, it had impressed him, seeing that she wasn’t the same girl from back in the day when she pulled a girl’s hair and called her a pig and screamed how dare you sit next to my Sasuke!
It was an attractive feature, and it prompted him to call her a second time.
The second time had all of their clothes off, the both of them naked and Sakura a little bit insecure, almost wanting to put her bra back on but Sasuke had already started to sexually harass her breasts with his hands and tongue. It made the area in-between her legs tingle, and unlike the first time--where the only thing that made noises was the creaking dormitory bed--she was moaning and she had to close her eyes or else her cheeks would get even redder from the image of Sasuke nipping and licking at her nipples.
She didn’t even think he knew what foreplay was, considering their first time.
But this time was different, this time had Sasuke’s fingers moving inside of her, teasing her in places that made her legs shake. At some pointed she started to call out his name, her voice making his fingers move faster inside of her, purposely making her louder and making the poor boy who stayed in the room next to his pound on the wall, screaming about Calculus homework.
The third time they learned how to turn on the stereo.
Tonight, when Sakura gets to Sasuke’s place he has her pinned against the door and is kissing her before she can even get her shoes off. She’s surprised by the level of intensity, his lips not giving her a chance to breathe, and when he pulls away he’s already pulling off her clothes.
“What did your father do now?” She asks, lifting her arms so Sasuke can get her shirt off.
“It’s not him,” he says, “It’s not him at all.”
“Oh?” Then she remembers, “Oh right, Itachi’s on the cover of that magazine aga-a-ah--” he’s squeezing her breasts through her bra, the black lace rubbing against her skin as he kisses at her neck.
“Not him either,” he mumbles against her neck, biting at a spot that makes her whimper. He decides to attack the spot with his tongue, licking at it before he nips it again.
“T-then… then what is it?”
He reaches under her skirt and pulls off her panties, letting them slide to her feet and she kicks them across the room. “There’s…” he tries to find the words for it, “there’s… this guy…”
Sakura blinks, then blinks again, “A… guy?”
“Yeah… this guy I see on the train all the time…”
Sakura stands there, topless except for a skirt, her hands on the buckle of Sasuke’s pants, unmoving, “You… like someone?” The concept is foreign to her. She doesn’t remember a time where Uchiha Sasuke ever used the word like except to maybe describe a food… maybe.
“I… it’s not like, I don’t even know the guy.”
“You…” she blinks again, “You’re attracted to this guy?”
Sasuke nods.
And that concept is even stranger, though she’d like to think that Sasuke is a little bit attracted to her, hence the sex. He does seem to be fascinated with her breasts when she wears certain pieces of underwear, and he also seems to enjoy doing things with his tongue “down there” because it makes her squirm and it causes his bed to become rather disorganized. But he’s never had sex with her because she looked good in a certain outfit, or because he was just thinking about her; its always been because of the great, irritating Uchiha Father and brother.
It’s surprising for him to be sexually frustrated over another human being and she isn’t quite sure how she feels about it.
“So… this isn’t about your father or your brother?”
Sasuke nods again.
“So… you’re imagining him right now?”
“Well… no, I can’t really do that, he doesn’t have breasts.”
That makes her smile a little.
“Are you… mad?”
She tries to look for the emotion ANGER but she’s not feeling it. It’s a little strange, but, “No… not really,” because its not like they’re dating or anything like that. When she thinks about it she feels that he probably does care about her, at least enough to not intentionally hurt her, but for some reason the thought of being angry like some jealous girlfriend because he’s attracted to--and possibly likes--someone else seems a bit ridiculous when they’re not really together.
“Really?”
But she could say it, couldn’t she? She could say that she is mad and that he should be with her. She could demand that he sleep with her because he wants to, not because he’s had a bad day at work, and that they be together. But for some reason that sounds incredibly cheesy, like some tearful heroine in a romance movie, and she knows that their relationship doesn’t work like that.
But what is their relationship, exactly?
He calls her. She comes over. They have sex. But Sasuke has never even been this close to a person, and something about that makes her smile a little more. She’s the one he calls, without hesitation, when he needs to have some sort of human contact and she’s fairly certain that Uchiha Sasuke could stand in the middle of the street and ask for someone to come upstairs and he’d have a crowd full of people ready to take their clothes off. She likes to think that there’s something in her that makes her the only person he calls, and that makes her a little happy inside.
She tries to find a good way to explain it but when she tries it all sounds too complicated, so she says, “Yes. Really,” and she kisses him. “So… this guy must be pretty hot if you’re this frustrated about it.” She smirks a bit and brushes her fingers in-between Sasuke’s legs. It’s amazing--she wishes she could think of another way to say it--but it’s amazing to see Uchiha Sasuke turned-on by something. She undoes the belt to his pants and slips her hand inside, touching him, but then he pins her back against the door and shakes his head.
“D-don’t…” he’s already panting and she wonders how long he’s been thinking about this boy. He’s already pushing her skirt up so that it bunches around her hips and in seconds he’s lifting her up and moving inside of her, her legs tight around his waist as her back slides up and down against the door--cold and smooth against her skin. It’s been quite a while since they’ve had sex like this; rushed and a little sloppy, Sasuke desperate to let go as he grabs onto her hips and moves faster. His pants are around his ankles, his shirt and tie making his skin warm as he kisses at her lips. Her shoes are still on, her heels scraping against the back of his shirt and it seems to turn him on even more because his movements are a bit harder, deeper, and she‘s gone from moaning to full-blown screaming that echoes off the walls.
The second time they do it she at least gets her shoes off, leaving it at the door with his pants. They make it to the bedroom, almost, they make it down the hallway and he has her against the wall by a framed picture of some sort of scattered colors that look like paint splatters. The picture almost falls when her back hits the wall, it tilts to the side and Sasuke makes a comment about fixing it later. She loses her skirt and is now completely naked and she manages to get his shirt unbuttoned, the tie hanging around his neck. Time number three has them in the bedroom and they actually make it into the bed, both exhausted when its over, panting and a little sweaty but too tired to really care.
“Wow,” she manages to say, and it sounds corny but she’s only speaking the truth. Part of her wants to see this boy who Sasuke is attracted to and thank him for making him so sexually frustrated.
“So,” Sasuke says after a moment, “You’re not surprised that I’m attracted to a guy?”
Sakura looks a bit surprised at the question and she laughs a bit, “No,” she says, “You’re not the type to stress about sexual preference, you’re too busy stressing about work.”
He frowns, “It’s much easier to stress about work. This guy… I feel so stupid when it comes to him. I don’t even know his name.”
“You could just ask him.”
“… what?”
“You could have a conversation with him and ask him his name.”
It sounds so simple, but then he does remember that they spoke for a brief period of time when he held the door open for him. Or rather, the boy spoke, and he stared at him like a pathetic little kid who couldn’t pronounce his words correctly. But Sakura has a good idea now, doesn’t she? When he sees the boy again he could mention the fact that he held the door open for him, he could say remember the other day? or something like that, couldn’t he? He has a starting point now, doesn’t he?
It’s ridiculous, how he feels like he’s accomplished a great, lifetime goal from something so simple. Sakura just shakes her head, “Sometimes, you think about things way too much.”
**
Uchiha Sasuke has a plan.
He sits on the train the next morning, determined and waiting for the boy to step onto the train. He’s constantly looking around, watch the people and waiting to see any sign of bright orange and blond hair through the suits and cups of expensive coffee.
The train stops and the crowd shifts. For a moment the train is empty, but only for a moment, because soon more people are stepping onto the train with their briefcases and talking on their cell phones about afternoon meetings and appointments.
And there he is, the last one on the train, headphones on his ears that are loud enough to hear from where he’s sitting. Sasuke watches him, and he feels like a loser because his heart is beating like he’s going on trial for a crime that he’s surely guilty of. He takes a deep breath and stands up, his seat immediately claimed by a man speaking on his phone about closing the deal, now, right now! and Sasuke pushes his way through the people to try and get to the college boy who stands towards the back of the train.
Almost. He’s almost there. He pushes past someone else who swears at him careful, you stepped on my foot! and Sasuke looks back to apologize but then he stops, his eyes widening when he sees the man reading a magazine.
No.
Gods no.
But yes, it’s true. Right there in bold print.
Younger Uchiha seen with a woman late at night.
TBC