A little winter weather...
Title: Every Morning
Recipient: andreanna
Rating: R/NC - 17? Mature.
Pairing(s): NaruNejiNaru
Genre: Slice of life, porn.
Warning(s): Sex. Swearing. Gay. Banality and bad senses of humor.
Author’s Note: I hope this turned out okay. I had an idea for it that I liked, and got sort of stuck because, by some terrible, cruel fate, I wasn’t really in the mood for porn when I wrote it. But I stuck to the plan, and hopefully the end product is as good as it seemed in my head originally.
The sky spat dark rain and heavy, wet snowflakes in a constant, dull spatter. Wind groaned under the eaves and drove the rain against the windows, where it clicked and hissed, and slowly froze in an icy crust. Just watching it was chilly.
The air in Neji’s apartment wasn’t warm. Fire Country was not named for nothing, and the winter rarely dropped below freezing for longer than a week or two. Homes were built to stay cool in the stifling, airless summers, and dry during the long, muddy trudge through the rainy season. The heater didn’t stand a chance against this kind of weather. The draft sighed into the bedroom, dropping the temperature until it was difficult to wake up, and more difficult to leave the warm safety of the blankets.
Naruto, snoring softly, was far more effective at keeping the cold at bay. Neji watched the rain while the sky lightened from black to a watery, leaden grey. Bare branches swayed and scratched the glass. It was getting late in the morning, despite the darkness, and Neji considered getting up. He’d been considering it for the better part of an hour, but somehow, he couldn’t quite bring himself to shrug the warm arm off his shoulder and stand up.
After a time, Naruto’s snore sputtered to a stop, and his nose pressed against Neji’s shoulder. “Morning,” he said, either a question or a greeting. It was hard to be sure.
“Morning,” Neji affirmed.
“Getting’ up?” The arm over Neji’s shoulder slid down, snaking around his waist.
“In a moment.”
Neji could almost hear the other man’s eyes creak open. “Stay,” he said, arm tightening, hand flattening against Neji’s chest. “Nothin’ to get up for.”
“Training?” Neji suggested, smiling slightly, indulgently.
Naruto made an unflattering noise as he nuzzled his way up to Neji’s ear. His body seemed to grow warmer. “Gonna go out and dodge the rain? Stay in bed.”
“You could do paperwork.”
Another grunt, and Naruto buried his teeth in the lobe of Neji’s ear, digging blunt fingernails into his chest. “Leave the jokes to me. And I don’t keep you around to babysit-you’re supposed to lay there and look pretty.”
“Is that an order?” Neji asked. He levered himself onto his back, looking up at Naruto instead of out at the continuing rain. “Lay here and look pretty? I see why they made you Hokage.”
Naruto smiled a sleepy, lopsided grin. “We all have our strengths. I just happen to know yours.”
“You could go do paperwork, and I could lay here and look pretty,” Neji suggested indifferently, eyes unwavering. Age agreed with Naruto. Years had worn away his babyfat and revealed an unexpected amount of definition. He wasn’t delicate, not pointed, but there was an undeniable angular quality to him now that pulled his tilted eyes and wide mouth together in a way that wasn’t so entirely goofy. When he was serious, he could even be commanding. Angry, the effect could be almost feral. Faking hurt, he looked more like he had when he was young.
Then his eyes twinkled wickedly. “You could come to the office with me and hide under the desk while I do the work.”
“I thought I was supposed to lay here and look pretty,” Neji told him, voice bland.
Naruto scoffed. “What’s the point of being pretty when there’s no anyone around to see? That’s not really pretty, is it?”
“Philosophy? Since when are you philosophical?”
“Whatever gets me laid,” Naruto said, grinning again. His smile was the brightest thing in the room by far.
“Your logic falls apart-you’re not getting laid,” Neji challenged.
He saw the move coming, but didn’t try to stop Naruto as he rolled on top of him, bracing his hands on either side of Neji’s head. “No? Looks like you let your guard down.”
Rolling his eyes, Neji reached up, burying his hand in Naruto’s hair, dragging him down for a kiss before he could be subjected to more of this. Naruto obliged by giving up on whatever he might have added to his argument, lips melting slowly over Neji’s, his weight settled more heavily across Neji’s body. Then Naruto’s lips parted, and his teeth slid into the kiss. Neji melted, his toes curling under the warm blanket. Naruto knew how to kiss him-he’d learned through fumbling and trying and trying, and more earnest trying. He was an old hand at it now.
Naruto took Neji’s free hand, pushing it down on the bed, and holding it there firmly a moment, then loosened his grip and dragged his fingers down the inside of his forearm so lightly Neji could barely be sure he felt it. Neji’s mind went white. All the blood in his body warmed and thinned, rushing to his groin.
Neji hissed. Naruto bit his lip, hard enough to draw his attention. His eyes were laughing.
“Another distraction?” Neji asked as Naruto drew back. He didn’t go far enough that Neji didn’t feel his breath fanning against his cheek.
A grin split his face. “Is it working?” Rough fingers traced down the veins in Neji’s arm, a little more firmly, but still teasing. His thumb stroked Neji’s wrist. The hairs on the back of Neji’s arm stood on end perceivably.
Shifting, Neji slid down his pillow, arched his neck, lifted his knees.
Naruto’s smile turned mischievous and satisfied; the fox who just found the door to the chicken coop left open. He took both of Neji’s wrists and squeezed them, pressed them into the mattress even with his shoulders, just a bit, just enough to make a point. “Nah,” he said, “not like that.”
Neji blinked. “How?”
A kiss dropped on Neji’s chin, then his jaw. “Just stay right there. Just. Like. That.” He punctuated his words with kisses, nibbles, a swipe of his tongue across the skin just behind the corner of Neji’s jaw. The sensation of Naruto’s breath passing over the damp skin sent a hot shiver through the Hyuuga’s chest.
Above him, Naruto lifted his body, sitting on Neji’s thighs. Their blankets tumbled down, revealing skin to the cool bedroom air. The dim seemed to drape itself over the planes and dimples, the edges and puckered lines of scars and muscles. Neji inhaled sharply. “Naruto?”
“Shhh,” he hushed, and gave both arms a slow, deliberate downward caress. From his arms, they went to Neji’s hips, tracing light patterns across his sides and his lower belly, teasing the shadow of hair above his hardening cock.
Neji watched as Naruto leaned to the side, frowning briefly, sighing as he saw him take the bottle from its hiding spot beside their bed. The sound of the cap popping was loud in the morning stillness, followed by a viscous sound as Naruto wet his hands with the contents. He rubbed his hands together, a warm light creeping into his blue eyes.
Neji expected Naruto’s hands on his ass after that, spreading him, stretching, and his breath came in warm puffs as he raised his hips in anticipation. In his mind’s eye, he saw blunt, masculine fingers probing him, gripping him, digging into his skin and leaving greasy bruises on his hips. He saw the ceiling, watery grey light spilling across it. He saw Naruto’s hair, brighter than the window. But instead of the scenario he expected, he found Naruto’s hands on his erection. They stroked over him, grip firm, deliberate, and Neji dug his own fingers into the sheets.
Either Naruto was slicking him, or he was torturing him, applying more lube, searching out every vein and ridge and fold of skin, but without pattern, without rhythm. Naruto smirked at Neji’s gasps. Every muffled groan that made it past Neji’s teeth and tense, twitching jaw seemed to pull Naruto’s smug grin a little wider, until he was showing more teeth than he had any right to, and Neji’s erection was dusky and throbbing with need.
Only then did Naruto climb over him.
Neji choked, forgetting for a moment how to breathe as Naruto positioned himself over him, and sunk down on his cock. Tight body gripping, sliding, while Neji stared. He disappeared into Naruto a millimeter at a time. He felt each one, sending molten signals up his nerves, until he’d taken all he could.
Then Naruto rode him. He rolled his hips; bodies moved against one another slowly, skin sliding against oily skin; grin fading as he changed his angle, changed his speed; Neji’s eyelids drooped as he moved under his partner, rocking with him.
It wasn’t what Naruto did best. Neji’s eyes never rolled back in his head, his chest didn’t tighten as the pressure built and squirmed at the base of his spine and in his balls. The world didn’t melt away into a haze of pleasure, soft colored, with Naruto at the center until his climax hit him like a sucker punch. The room remained what it was: dim, but for the soft glow of Naruto’s hair, and Naruto’s eyes, and Naruto’s flickering smile; quiet but for their breathing sounds; cool outside of the warm they made between them in Neji’s bed.
Neji came in a wave that lifted his hips and took his voice for a long moment. Naruto followed a moment later, jerking himself off while Neji still lay basking in the aftermath. Panting, their eyes met. Naruto’s crinkled at the corners in a goofy post-coital grin that was nearly a match for the wide, self-satisfied smiles of the past. Neji smiled back slightly, indulgent.
“You look so hot like that,” Naruto said. Neji pretended it sounded less silly than it did.
“Mmh,” Neji noised in agreement. “And you were quick enough, you could still go in to work without being late.”
Naruto fell back to the mattress with an undignified squawk. “Nuh uh-I’m sick today.” A heavy arm fell across Neji’s chest after pulling the blankets back up.
“You seem healthy enough to me.”
Naruto gave him a squeeze, nuzzling his shoulder. “Shut the hell up and go back to sleep. We’re both sick today.”