Like Nobody (1/1)
Honestly, I don't know where I'm even going with this thing anymore, if it should go any further. *sigh* This isn’t what I wanted to write (when is it ever?), especially because of the rating and the surprise!angst, which shouldn't even be a surprise at this point, but I needed something to finish. Plus, I floated it off an older idea, so it’s all good in my cereal bowl.
Also, Sai will forever be like one of those irl trolls in my mind. Headcanon accepted.
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: R
Words: 1621
Summary: “Stop being so insecure about what a guy like that said. It’s annoying.”
The moment the lights flickered on, they didn’t even make it to the couch before Naruto’s back hit the drop cloth that did nothing to cushion him from the floor, and then Sasuke was all over him, mouth warm over his, fingers slipping beneath Naruto’s shirt, and Sasuke pressing down against him in that way he’s always so stingy about but rarely does if only because he knows how much Naruto really likes it.
Even being in such an uncomfortable position, it was enough to make him forget about the inevitable aches that would come back to bite him in the morning. Enough to have him on the verge of seeing stars. Well, it almost had Naruto on the verge of seeing stars. Right before he decided to open his mouth. Because having Sasuke grinding on top of his erection was the perfect time to bring up what Sasuke’s cousin said to him at the wedding.
Something about feelings and questioning his ability to fulfil Sasuke’s needs, being affected by that kind of perverted guy, it’s not his fault he can’t stop thinking about it.
But then Sasuke’s fingers stop short of actually touching him down there, where he actually happens to like touching Naruto a lot, and he heaves the kind of careless sigh with an almost annoyed expression that really shouldn’t turn Naruto on so much.
“What?”
“Feelings. I said we should talk about our feelings.”
With a snort, Sasuke leans down, slowly pulling down the zipper of Naruto’s pants. “Where the hell did this crap suddenly come from?” he breathes, kissing the side of Naruto’s mouth.
“N-nowhere...um,” Naruto falters, closing his eyes with a moan when Sasuke’s hand begins to dip lower, “nowhere special-does it really matter?”
“Naruto...” The tips of Sasuke’s fingers travel alongside the top of Naruto’s inner thigh, and Sasuke hums, blows a thin stream of warm air across Naruto’s earlobe. “Where’d you get it from?”
“One of your cousins.”
Face hovering over Naruto’s, narrowing his eyes, Sasuke stills. “You better not say it was Sai.”
To his credit, Naruto doesn’t say it was Sai. He just doesn’t say it wasn’t Sai, either.
Except Sasuke seems to know that it was Sai without Naruto having to say anything.
He sits back on Naruto’s legs, one hand retreating to his side and the other curling around an unopened condom he slipped out of his pocket earlier. Wet lips slightly parted, he gives Naruto one of those extremely misleading blank looks, the kind that hasn’t really changed from the ones he gave Naruto after they first met. The only difference now is Naruto knows how to pick up on the more subtle expressions on Sasuke’s face.
In this one, the unspoken accusation of idiot is a given.
Idiot and moron and loser and stupid and dumbass and so many other names Naruto’s lost count of over the years-probably even some in Korean, too-but they’re more like pet names rather than the insults they used to throw around.
At least that’s how Naruto views his own arsenal of choice words he still calls Sasuke.
“You listened to Sai even after I told you not to.”
Supported by his elbows propped on the floor, Naruto sits up. “There’s nothing wrong with talking about feelings during something like this.”
“Naruto,” Sasuke says carefully, “right now, I don’t want to hear about your feelings while I’m trying to have sex with you.”
“That means you still want to talk about them, right? I mean, not now, because we’re doing this, but we can talk about it later.”
Sasuke’s left eye begins to twitch. “You’re only saying that because Sai said something to you about it.”
“So?”
“You keep bringing up the same guy you called an asshole because he wouldn’t admit he took the piece of cake you claimed he stole from you-”
“-it was the last piece,” Naruto says, trying to defend himself, because it was the last piece of a really good cake, would have been his third slice overall not counting the one Sasuke ended up giving him.
“My cousin Sai-Sai-you keep bringing him up while I’m trying to have sex with you,” Sasuke hisses, both hands on Naruto’s shoulders pushing him back down. “You really think that makes me want to have anything to do with you anymore?”
Which is a good point, Naruto has to admit. Bringing up Sai like that definitely wasn’t the smartest move on his part, but sometimes it takes him a little while to think through these kinds of things.
“But I really want to share my feelings.”
Maybe more than a little while.
“Look, either that,” Sasuke says, punctuating with an especially harsh tug on Naruto’s pants and yanking them down to reveal black briefs covering an impressive bulge, “is going inside me right now, or you’re never getting the chance to come anywhere near me with it again.”
The proverbial record scratch goes off in Naruto’s head, and all thoughts about feelings and what Sai insinuated about his relationship with Sasuke are immediately thrown out the window.
To declare that kind of decision so suddenly, Sasuke’s being a little too hasty about something that doesn’t involve just him.
“W-w-wait a minute-let’s think about this, okay.”
“There’s nothing to think about. Either you want to do it or you don’t.”
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair and you know it. I was just trying to-” But then Sasuke starts to shift back, and it’s more important for Naruto to keep Sasuke near him than to finish that train of thought. Muscles in his stomach clenching, he sits up and reaches with hands that settle on Sasuke’s sides.
“Trying to what?” Sasuke stops moving and places the condom on the floor. He almost frowns, but it’s only one corner of his mouth that turns down a little. “If you don’t want to-”
“So what you’re really saying is, you just attacked me before I even got a chance to take my shoes off, threw me down on the floor, and now you’re going to leave me like this?” Naruto’s gaze points to his erection that doesn’t exactly look like it’s going to die down anytime soon with the way Sasuke’s already moving against him. “For the hell of it.”
“Maybe.” Leaning closer to kiss him, lips almost touching, Sasuke gives Naruto the tiniest little grin instead. “Figure it out yourself.”
And that’s really not fair, especially considering Sasuke was the one on the plane whispering things like I’m already clean, so we’re having sex when we get home, which Naruto agreed to with a not so steady okay and a slow nod that later led to Sasuke tackling him as soon as they made it to the entryway.
Not that Naruto could say he minded, since it really didn’t feel right to do that kind of thing in Yamaguchi during the wedding. Even if they were staying in a really nice Western style hotel, Sasuke had been too strung-up about seeing his family again for reasons Naruto already knew but Sasuke didn’t want to talk about, anyway.
“What do you mean figure it out by my-”
“I warned you Sai’s really good at getting under your skin. He thinks it’s fun.” Letting his arms hang at his sides, Sasuke rests his head over Naruto’s shoulder, face turned away from Naruto. “Stop being so insecure about what a guy like that said. It’s annoying.”
“You say it like it’s my fault.”
“It is.”
“Yeah, well...it’s not.” Naruto pokes Sasuke in the side. “It’s his. He started it.”
Sasuke laughs really soft and low, relaxes a little more, and then he breathes. “But I need for you not to be that way around me, Naruto,” he whispers, fingers reaching for Naruto’s arm around him. “...I don’t want you to do that, because you’re Naruto.”
“Sasuke...”
“And that’s all I’ll ever need for you to be.”
Swallowing, Naruto steadies himself beneath Sasuke’s weight lying almost completely against him. He’s not dense. No matter how many times Sasuke might like to say it, that doesn’t mean it’s true.
By his own admission, maybe he’s a little slow on the uptake, but he’s serious when he needs to be. Better yet, he knows how to read between the lines for the things Sasuke doesn’t say. He’s good at that.
Really good.
Sasuke lifts his head, pushes away with a hand on Naruto’s shoulder that still keeps them close together. “Otherwise,” he says, wearing another one of those bland expressions, then slowly, that teasing kind of stuck-up smirk he likes to throw around too much starts to come back. “I won’t be doing this with you anymore.”
It’s because he knows Sasuke’s not being serious that Naruto grins back, laughs and doesn’t let himself stop grinning even if he’s not ready to let go of Sasuke yet. He lowers his back to the floor again, pulls Sasuke down with him, and they just lie there for a few seconds.
Sasuke snorts, then finally cracks a smile, but Naruto can’t stop looking up at him with this ridiculously dopey grin he doesn’t know what else to do with.
His hand plays with the stands of hair at Naruto’s nape, and gently, Sasuke tugs. “That good enough for you?”
“...yeah,” Naruto tries to say, tries not to feel like he’s being swallowed whole by Sasuke’s mouth crushing against his. Because the kiss is rough, wholly demanding and unyielding, but it’s still reassuring in a way that’s all Sasuke, and Naruto finds himself closing his eyes, arm around Sasuke’s waist pulling Sasuke flush against him. “I can get behind that.”
Also, Sai will forever be like one of those irl trolls in my mind. Headcanon accepted.
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: R
Words: 1621
Summary: “Stop being so insecure about what a guy like that said. It’s annoying.”
The moment the lights flickered on, they didn’t even make it to the couch before Naruto’s back hit the drop cloth that did nothing to cushion him from the floor, and then Sasuke was all over him, mouth warm over his, fingers slipping beneath Naruto’s shirt, and Sasuke pressing down against him in that way he’s always so stingy about but rarely does if only because he knows how much Naruto really likes it.
Even being in such an uncomfortable position, it was enough to make him forget about the inevitable aches that would come back to bite him in the morning. Enough to have him on the verge of seeing stars. Well, it almost had Naruto on the verge of seeing stars. Right before he decided to open his mouth. Because having Sasuke grinding on top of his erection was the perfect time to bring up what Sasuke’s cousin said to him at the wedding.
Something about feelings and questioning his ability to fulfil Sasuke’s needs, being affected by that kind of perverted guy, it’s not his fault he can’t stop thinking about it.
But then Sasuke’s fingers stop short of actually touching him down there, where he actually happens to like touching Naruto a lot, and he heaves the kind of careless sigh with an almost annoyed expression that really shouldn’t turn Naruto on so much.
“What?”
“Feelings. I said we should talk about our feelings.”
With a snort, Sasuke leans down, slowly pulling down the zipper of Naruto’s pants. “Where the hell did this crap suddenly come from?” he breathes, kissing the side of Naruto’s mouth.
“N-nowhere...um,” Naruto falters, closing his eyes with a moan when Sasuke’s hand begins to dip lower, “nowhere special-does it really matter?”
“Naruto...” The tips of Sasuke’s fingers travel alongside the top of Naruto’s inner thigh, and Sasuke hums, blows a thin stream of warm air across Naruto’s earlobe. “Where’d you get it from?”
“One of your cousins.”
Face hovering over Naruto’s, narrowing his eyes, Sasuke stills. “You better not say it was Sai.”
To his credit, Naruto doesn’t say it was Sai. He just doesn’t say it wasn’t Sai, either.
Except Sasuke seems to know that it was Sai without Naruto having to say anything.
He sits back on Naruto’s legs, one hand retreating to his side and the other curling around an unopened condom he slipped out of his pocket earlier. Wet lips slightly parted, he gives Naruto one of those extremely misleading blank looks, the kind that hasn’t really changed from the ones he gave Naruto after they first met. The only difference now is Naruto knows how to pick up on the more subtle expressions on Sasuke’s face.
In this one, the unspoken accusation of idiot is a given.
Idiot and moron and loser and stupid and dumbass and so many other names Naruto’s lost count of over the years-probably even some in Korean, too-but they’re more like pet names rather than the insults they used to throw around.
At least that’s how Naruto views his own arsenal of choice words he still calls Sasuke.
“You listened to Sai even after I told you not to.”
Supported by his elbows propped on the floor, Naruto sits up. “There’s nothing wrong with talking about feelings during something like this.”
“Naruto,” Sasuke says carefully, “right now, I don’t want to hear about your feelings while I’m trying to have sex with you.”
“That means you still want to talk about them, right? I mean, not now, because we’re doing this, but we can talk about it later.”
Sasuke’s left eye begins to twitch. “You’re only saying that because Sai said something to you about it.”
“So?”
“You keep bringing up the same guy you called an asshole because he wouldn’t admit he took the piece of cake you claimed he stole from you-”
“-it was the last piece,” Naruto says, trying to defend himself, because it was the last piece of a really good cake, would have been his third slice overall not counting the one Sasuke ended up giving him.
“My cousin Sai-Sai-you keep bringing him up while I’m trying to have sex with you,” Sasuke hisses, both hands on Naruto’s shoulders pushing him back down. “You really think that makes me want to have anything to do with you anymore?”
Which is a good point, Naruto has to admit. Bringing up Sai like that definitely wasn’t the smartest move on his part, but sometimes it takes him a little while to think through these kinds of things.
“But I really want to share my feelings.”
Maybe more than a little while.
“Look, either that,” Sasuke says, punctuating with an especially harsh tug on Naruto’s pants and yanking them down to reveal black briefs covering an impressive bulge, “is going inside me right now, or you’re never getting the chance to come anywhere near me with it again.”
The proverbial record scratch goes off in Naruto’s head, and all thoughts about feelings and what Sai insinuated about his relationship with Sasuke are immediately thrown out the window.
To declare that kind of decision so suddenly, Sasuke’s being a little too hasty about something that doesn’t involve just him.
“W-w-wait a minute-let’s think about this, okay.”
“There’s nothing to think about. Either you want to do it or you don’t.”
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair and you know it. I was just trying to-” But then Sasuke starts to shift back, and it’s more important for Naruto to keep Sasuke near him than to finish that train of thought. Muscles in his stomach clenching, he sits up and reaches with hands that settle on Sasuke’s sides.
“Trying to what?” Sasuke stops moving and places the condom on the floor. He almost frowns, but it’s only one corner of his mouth that turns down a little. “If you don’t want to-”
“So what you’re really saying is, you just attacked me before I even got a chance to take my shoes off, threw me down on the floor, and now you’re going to leave me like this?” Naruto’s gaze points to his erection that doesn’t exactly look like it’s going to die down anytime soon with the way Sasuke’s already moving against him. “For the hell of it.”
“Maybe.” Leaning closer to kiss him, lips almost touching, Sasuke gives Naruto the tiniest little grin instead. “Figure it out yourself.”
And that’s really not fair, especially considering Sasuke was the one on the plane whispering things like I’m already clean, so we’re having sex when we get home, which Naruto agreed to with a not so steady okay and a slow nod that later led to Sasuke tackling him as soon as they made it to the entryway.
Not that Naruto could say he minded, since it really didn’t feel right to do that kind of thing in Yamaguchi during the wedding. Even if they were staying in a really nice Western style hotel, Sasuke had been too strung-up about seeing his family again for reasons Naruto already knew but Sasuke didn’t want to talk about, anyway.
“What do you mean figure it out by my-”
“I warned you Sai’s really good at getting under your skin. He thinks it’s fun.” Letting his arms hang at his sides, Sasuke rests his head over Naruto’s shoulder, face turned away from Naruto. “Stop being so insecure about what a guy like that said. It’s annoying.”
“You say it like it’s my fault.”
“It is.”
“Yeah, well...it’s not.” Naruto pokes Sasuke in the side. “It’s his. He started it.”
Sasuke laughs really soft and low, relaxes a little more, and then he breathes. “But I need for you not to be that way around me, Naruto,” he whispers, fingers reaching for Naruto’s arm around him. “...I don’t want you to do that, because you’re Naruto.”
“Sasuke...”
“And that’s all I’ll ever need for you to be.”
Swallowing, Naruto steadies himself beneath Sasuke’s weight lying almost completely against him. He’s not dense. No matter how many times Sasuke might like to say it, that doesn’t mean it’s true.
By his own admission, maybe he’s a little slow on the uptake, but he’s serious when he needs to be. Better yet, he knows how to read between the lines for the things Sasuke doesn’t say. He’s good at that.
Really good.
Sasuke lifts his head, pushes away with a hand on Naruto’s shoulder that still keeps them close together. “Otherwise,” he says, wearing another one of those bland expressions, then slowly, that teasing kind of stuck-up smirk he likes to throw around too much starts to come back. “I won’t be doing this with you anymore.”
It’s because he knows Sasuke’s not being serious that Naruto grins back, laughs and doesn’t let himself stop grinning even if he’s not ready to let go of Sasuke yet. He lowers his back to the floor again, pulls Sasuke down with him, and they just lie there for a few seconds.
Sasuke snorts, then finally cracks a smile, but Naruto can’t stop looking up at him with this ridiculously dopey grin he doesn’t know what else to do with.
His hand plays with the stands of hair at Naruto’s nape, and gently, Sasuke tugs. “That good enough for you?”
“...yeah,” Naruto tries to say, tries not to feel like he’s being swallowed whole by Sasuke’s mouth crushing against his. Because the kiss is rough, wholly demanding and unyielding, but it’s still reassuring in a way that’s all Sasuke, and Naruto finds himself closing his eyes, arm around Sasuke’s waist pulling Sasuke flush against him. “I can get behind that.”