Naruto: Tension (NaruSasu)
His back ached, where the edge of the counter cut into the space right above his hips, and he was trying to scramble forward to ease that except Naruto was in the way, pushing his knees against his thighs and biting at the soft skin below his ear.
Sasuke shifted and his elbow dug into a sweaty chest.
Naruto growled and shoved their hips together.
“You’re so bony,” he complained.
Sasuke glared back and dug a hand into the back pocket of the other boy’s pants, dragging him closer. The friction against his groin made his eyes flutter shut for a second, and he ground his hips experimentally.
“Just shut up,” he said, through clenched teeth, trying to move faster, but finding it too awkward in that position. Like hell if he was going to suggest that they move to a bed like some goddamn girl, though. Here was fine. Here was great and if he could just get some pressure right there-
“Fuck, fuck…” Naruto’s lips were moving against Sasuke’s neck and his grip on Sasuke’s hips tightened. He could feel the other boy’s erection against his thigh, not quite where he wanted it to be rubbing against, hot and dampening the fabric between them and he pushed his flushed cheek against Sasuke’s shoulder.
“Sasuke,” he whined. “Sasuke, c’mon. Let me take your pants off.”
“No,” Sasuke snapped, eyebrows drawing together. Getting naked was too much like fucking. And they weren’t fucking. This was just to relieve some tension, the same tension that he would have been able to get rid of if he’d punched Naruto instead, except that Naruto was an idiot and he screwed their fight up by kissing him-sloppily, Sasuke wanted to add-and so this would have to do.
And they weren’t fucking. And why was he still talking?
“Sasuke, this isn’t working-”
“Shut up.” He grabbed the hard lump between Naruto’s legs and gave it a firm squeeze, cheeks flushing a bit when the blond arched into his hand and cried out. “The hell it’s not.”
“Yeah,” Naruto said. “Yeah, okay but I could make it feel better if you’d just let me-”
“Are you complaining?” Sasuke hissed. “Because I can leave right now.”
That was a lie. There was heat pooling in his groin, and sweat-damp cloth roughening the slide against his cock, and a heaviness in his head, making him dizzy and Sasuke wasn’t going anywhere.
Neither was Naruto.
“Fine,” the blond said, teeth bared as he took his hands from where they were groping up Sasuke’s shirt and placed them underneath Sasuke’s ass, lifting them into alignment so that he couldn’t do anything but wrap his legs around Naruto’s hips and ride.
“You. Are. So. Damn. Bitchy,” Naruto said, a hard thrust punctuating each word and the seam of his pants was catching on the head of his cock now and it hurt but he wasn’t stopping he was- “Fuck, Sasuke you’d better be coming too.”
“Idiot,” Sasuke breathed, not willing to mention that he had come the second his feet had left the floor. Instead he let his legs dangle as Naruto shook through his climax, pointed chin resting uncomfortably on the blonde’s head. He balanced his hands awkwardly on Naruto’s shoulders, not knowing quite where to put them.
When it was over there was a sticky mess of soiled clothing between them, and Naruto lowered Sasuke to the floor looking rather sheepish and uncertain. Sasuke refused to meet his eyes.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he muttered, stomping off towards the bathroom, leaving Naruto alone in the kitchen holding his sticky pants away from his skin.
The blond stared after him, a frown on his face. His hands smelled like Sasuke. He rubbed them on his shirt and wiped the cooling sweat from his forehead.
“Yeah,” he said to nobody. “Okay.”
Except it wasn’t.
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fin.
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Sasuke shifted and his elbow dug into a sweaty chest.
Naruto growled and shoved their hips together.
“You’re so bony,” he complained.
Sasuke glared back and dug a hand into the back pocket of the other boy’s pants, dragging him closer. The friction against his groin made his eyes flutter shut for a second, and he ground his hips experimentally.
“Just shut up,” he said, through clenched teeth, trying to move faster, but finding it too awkward in that position. Like hell if he was going to suggest that they move to a bed like some goddamn girl, though. Here was fine. Here was great and if he could just get some pressure right there-
“Fuck, fuck…” Naruto’s lips were moving against Sasuke’s neck and his grip on Sasuke’s hips tightened. He could feel the other boy’s erection against his thigh, not quite where he wanted it to be rubbing against, hot and dampening the fabric between them and he pushed his flushed cheek against Sasuke’s shoulder.
“Sasuke,” he whined. “Sasuke, c’mon. Let me take your pants off.”
“No,” Sasuke snapped, eyebrows drawing together. Getting naked was too much like fucking. And they weren’t fucking. This was just to relieve some tension, the same tension that he would have been able to get rid of if he’d punched Naruto instead, except that Naruto was an idiot and he screwed their fight up by kissing him-sloppily, Sasuke wanted to add-and so this would have to do.
And they weren’t fucking. And why was he still talking?
“Sasuke, this isn’t working-”
“Shut up.” He grabbed the hard lump between Naruto’s legs and gave it a firm squeeze, cheeks flushing a bit when the blond arched into his hand and cried out. “The hell it’s not.”
“Yeah,” Naruto said. “Yeah, okay but I could make it feel better if you’d just let me-”
“Are you complaining?” Sasuke hissed. “Because I can leave right now.”
That was a lie. There was heat pooling in his groin, and sweat-damp cloth roughening the slide against his cock, and a heaviness in his head, making him dizzy and Sasuke wasn’t going anywhere.
Neither was Naruto.
“Fine,” the blond said, teeth bared as he took his hands from where they were groping up Sasuke’s shirt and placed them underneath Sasuke’s ass, lifting them into alignment so that he couldn’t do anything but wrap his legs around Naruto’s hips and ride.
“You. Are. So. Damn. Bitchy,” Naruto said, a hard thrust punctuating each word and the seam of his pants was catching on the head of his cock now and it hurt but he wasn’t stopping he was- “Fuck, Sasuke you’d better be coming too.”
“Idiot,” Sasuke breathed, not willing to mention that he had come the second his feet had left the floor. Instead he let his legs dangle as Naruto shook through his climax, pointed chin resting uncomfortably on the blonde’s head. He balanced his hands awkwardly on Naruto’s shoulders, not knowing quite where to put them.
When it was over there was a sticky mess of soiled clothing between them, and Naruto lowered Sasuke to the floor looking rather sheepish and uncertain. Sasuke refused to meet his eyes.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he muttered, stomping off towards the bathroom, leaving Naruto alone in the kitchen holding his sticky pants away from his skin.
The blond stared after him, a frown on his face. His hands smelled like Sasuke. He rubbed them on his shirt and wiped the cooling sweat from his forehead.
“Yeah,” he said to nobody. “Okay.”
Except it wasn’t.
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fin.
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