for: agent420
From: sometimeshatter
Title: Lush
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Naruto is a friendly guy when he’s sober. A couple of beers turn him into a flirt, and a few shots of hard liquor elevate him to the level of a frolicking creep.
Warnings: PWP, drunken shenanigans
A/N: I hope this at least resembles what you were hoping for, dear requester! Many thanks to my beta. You put up with a lot of whining… bb.
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Naruto is a friendly guy when he’s sober. A couple of beers turn him into a flirt, and a few shorts of hard liquor elevate him to the level of a frolicking creep.
His hands are everywhere tonight, Sasuke notes with an inward grimace. In Ino’s hair, on some brunette’s backside, holding Sakura’s hands as if he’s about to drop down onto one knee and propose, and tugging at the bottom lip of a girl he finds too mouthy. And every one of them eats it up, like Naruto’s some Greek god who’s honoring them with his very presence.
Sasuke scoffs at the shameful display, downing the remaining contents of his cup. “It’s too loud in here,” he mutters angrily, rubbing at an ear. Between the rowdy crowd cramped into the small apartment and the booming bass of some jackass’s stereo, the decibel level must be off the charts.
“You sure seem sour tonight,” Sakura comments, eyeing him as she distractedly chews on her thumbnail. He’d forgotten that she’d joined him after her own rendezvous with Naruto.
“Nah, no more than usual,” Naruto says, suddenly appearing behind Sakura and wrapping his arms around her loosely. She accepts his hold without protest. “Sasuke’s face always looks that way.” He sticks a hand out, somewhat wobbly, and pokes Sasuke between his eyebrows. “All wrinkly and stuff.”
“Don’t do that,” Sasuke mutters irritably, rubbing at the spot. It’s too close to an annoying habit his brother had turned on him as a child.
“No, his features usually smooth out at some point while he’s drinking. Maybe he hasn’t had enough?” Sakura muses.
“Hm, yeah, I guess you’re right. He looks kind of grumpy even for him.”
“Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.”
Ino interrupts their conversation, dragging Sakura away to drool over some newcomer to the party. Sasuke tenses up as Naruto slowly sidles up to him. He probably thinks he’s being sneaky. He seems to have a lot of delusions involving his stealth.
“I know what the real problem is, man,” Naruto whispers behind a hand, leaning in toward Sasuke. He reeks of liquor. “I get that way too when I haven’t been laid in a while. But with that pretty face of yours, I bet it’ll be no problem finding someone for you to take home tonight.”
Naruto grins like an idiot. Sasuke looks him dead in the eye for a minute before he pulls his fist back and punches him square in the upper arm. Naruto lurches back, startled, but it seems to take his hazy mind several seconds to register the pain. Then he wails like some lunatic, grabbing his arm and pinning Sasuke with the look of a kicked puppy.
Sasuke looks on with only a scowl. When he doesn’t make to apologize, Naruto’s hurt morphs into something resembling anger.
“What the fuck was that for, man? I was just trying to help out!”
“Your mind momentarily slipped into the realm of rampant stupidity I found you floundering in two years ago. You needed to be brought back to reality,” Sasuke explains flatly, rather proud of his eloquence in his state of near-drunkenness.
Naruto looks at him with an expression of badly imitated insult. He rubs his arm and mutters, almost amused, “Such a bastard.”
“Not everyone is here to find a fuck,” Sasuke retorts.
Naruto raises an eyebrow playfully. “Then why exactly are you here, Sasuke?”
“Some idiot pestered me into coming.”
“Oh, wow, tell me about it!”
“I think he just wanted me to come so that he-”
“Sasuke, if he wanted you to come, he must have been a pretty considerate guy.” Naruto waggles his eyebrows, proud of his innuendo.
Sasuke snorts. “Typical.”
“But hey, seriously,” Naruto says, approaching him more quickly this time to sling an arm around his shoulders, “if you’re not enjoying yourself, we can always leave.”
Naruto has a way of touching people that Sasuke’s never quite gotten used to. He isn’t much for physical contact, so he never initiates any of it. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and he often starts to feel flushed during it. He tells himself that Naruto’s body heat must run too high and shrugs the arm off.
Despite the nonverbal rejection, the other man smiles warmly, suddenly seeming much less drunk than he had previously. “We could get some ramen!” he suggests.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.”
“Pah! How could leaving with my bee-ef-ef for a good bowl of ramen ruin my fun?”
“Don’t say that,” Sasuke orders, scowling. “You sound like some fourteen-year-old cheerleader.”
“You think I could pull off the outfit?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, you couldn’t.”
Naruto laughs, interlocking his fingers and resting his hands on the back of his head. “Well, we could always just putz around town until we find a shop that sells the costumes. That way we could know for sure.”
Sasuke grimaces. “That doesn’t sound like a good idea. You’d look like shit and we’d end up arrested for public intoxication.”
“What? Nah. Neither of us is that drunk.”
With the way he’s feeling, Sasuke really has to wonder about that.
“So, you want to get out of here?” Naruto asks again, all smiles and warmth.
Sasuke considers, studying the other’s countenance for any evidence of disappointment. He finds none. With his continued scrutiny, however, Naruto looks to the side as if bashful. “I’d like that,” he finally replies. Despite all of Naruto’s nagging and dragging him places, he’s never warmed up to the party atmosphere.
Naruto smiles broadly. “Cool. You want to come back to my place? I bought a new game a couple of days ago that I’ve been wanting to try out. Might be fun drunk.”
“Sure,” Sasuke agrees, not particular on what they do.
Naruto turns and begins moving toward the exit, weaving his way between bodies. Sasuke attempts to keep up, but has to take time to snarl at an asshole who spills his beer on him. Just as the other man begins to look riled, Sasuke feels pressure on his hand, and before he knows it there are fingers interlocking with his own, urging him onward. The steady pressure makes him stumble a few steps sideways. Shocked at the audacity of the person, he testily yanks his limb away.
“Geez,” Naruto says. He puts his hands up in a placating manner. “You’re really moody tonight.”
Sasuke’s expression softens into something bordering on embarrassment when he realizes that it had been Naruto pulling him away. Still, he’d been too insistent. And Sasuke isn’t ready to commit himself to the ranks of the blond’s willing accessories.
“Well? Come on, then,” Naruto says, beckoning with his hand, “but don’t start any fights.”
They manage to emerge from the apartment without further issue. Cautiously, they follow the dank, ill-lit stairwell two flights down to the ground floor and come out into the night. The air is refreshing after being stuffed into such a cramped space with so many people, and Sasuke inhales deeply to calm his frazzled nerves. He has been touchy tonight.
Naruto stands next to him on the stoop for a few moments, quietly enjoying the cool breeze and wiping at his temples with his shirtsleeve. Alcohol mixed with that many bodies made for a rather warm environment.
Without thinking, Sasuke reaches over and pokes the patch of exposed skin just above Naruto’s jeans. He immediately regrets it. He really must be drunk.
For Naruto’s part, he stops wiping at his forehead and grins at Sasuke. “Trying to get my attention?” he asks teasingly.
“Not particularly,” Sasuke intones, trying to push the incident into history before its time.
“Swiping at my hips, and not trying to get noticed? That’s a little far-fetched.”
“There was a mosquito on you.”
“So you were trying to poke it to death?”
“I thought I was swiping.”
Naruto chuckles, and Sasuke sighs in relief. In this case, it means he’s going to drop the subject.
“Well, think you can walk?”
Sasuke makes a noise of consent, and they take off at a leisurely pace toward King, the street where Naruto lives. The number of obnoxious cracks he’s made about being royalty must be in the thousands by now.
Naruto breaks their companionable silence to ask the time.
“It’s one,” Sasuke answers, glancing at his watch.
“Sweet. I don’t have to be up for work until three tomorrow.”
Sasuke hm’s appropriately. Naruto manages to pay for his apartment by delivering pizzas on the weekends. Somehow, he talks up the people who order to get good tips. He also buses tables at his uncle’s diner during the week to cover his tuition. Sasuke suspects that his uncle-who isn’t actually of any blood relation, as far as Sasuke can tell-pays him far beyond what the job actually calls for; tuition is no laughing matter at their university. Were it not for his scholarships, Sasuke knows he wouldn’t be able to afford it.
Somewhere between his classes and the two jobs he works, Naruto still manages to have a flourishing social life, and Sasuke has unwittingly become an integral part of that over the past two years. They met during sophomore year when they were teamed up in their chemistry lab. Sasuke immediately hated the other man, cursing their TA’s decision to pair people up according to alphabetical order, and they’d very nearly killed one another on more than one occasion. But Naruto has a way about him, and they somehow ended up as friends before the semester was over. They still have their tiffs, but even Sasuke can’t deny the bond that has formed between them.
They reach Naruto’s apartment complex and get up the rickety metal stairs outside with minimal stumbling. It takes Naruto a few tries to finally jab his key into his lock, his tongue stuck out in concentration, and they enter quietly to avoid arousing the attention of Naruto’s sometimes touchy and vulgar neighbors.
“You want a beer?” Naruto asks, rubbing his fingers through his hair after dropping his keys into the dish by the door.
“Sure,” Sasuke says, contrary to his inner dissent. He really shouldn’t drink anymore. He seems to be functioning fine at present, but he might have to crash on Naruto’s couch with another drink or two. He toes off his shoes and moves to the couch while Naruto flips on the lights and makes his way toward the small kitchenette off of his living room. Sasuke sinks down into the couch, which makes an odd twanging sound in protest.
Naruto returns with the promised beer, handing one to Sasuke as he plops down beside him. Sasuke grimaces as the couch bucks like some angry bull from the sudden transfer of weight. He almost manages to keep himself steady, but he ends up rolling sideways into Naruto and having to push himself off of the other boy, who chuckles at the doubtlessly aggravated expression on Sasuke’s face.
Naruto twists the top off of his beer and sips at it in blessed silence for a while. Sasuke does the same, looking around the somewhat dismal apartment with the odd affection that comes along with familiarity. This place has been a reprieve from the dorms for him on many occasions.
“You said you had a new game?” Sasuke asks, turning toward the other man. He’s not terribly interested, if he’s honest with himself, but it seems too quiet.
Naruto’s looking at him in an oddly silent and thoughtful way, gnawing awkwardly at the top of his beer, but he bobs his head in affirmation.
Sasuke stares at him for a few seconds, feeling oddly fuzzy about all of the silent looking Naruto’s doing, before he prompts, “And… you wanted to play it?”
Naruto is quiet for a moment longer when, out of nowhere, he bursts out in raucous laughter. He tries to cover his mouth, but it only seems to make his outburst worse.
“What?” Sasuke demands, feeling rather offended.
Wiping at his eyes, Naruto finally begins to come down from his unexpected high. “It’s just-I just thought of something that would be really funny to say, but I don’t think you’d like it.”
“And?” Sasuke hisses, glaring.
“Calm down, man, calm down,” Naruto says, waving a hand in dismissal. “Just be happy I had it in me to hold it back.”
“Fuck this,” Sasuke says, setting his beer down on the coffee table with more force than intended. He gets up, ready to head out the door, when Naruto stupidly makes a grab for his wrist.
“Don’t go!” the idiot says, spilling his beer all over the floor as he tips sideways.
“Leggo!” Sasuke demands, even knowing it sounds somewhat pitiful as a reply. He yanks his wrist, but all it does is make Naruto drop his beer entirely as he’s dragged out across the couch.
“You’re in a real piss poor mood tonight,” Naruto says, looking ruffled but desperate. “I was going to say, There are a lot of new games I want to play with you tonight. I figured you’d punch me for it though. Okay?”
Sasuke feels his blood rushing, and he can only imagine what it’s doing to his physical appearance. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?” he demands roughly to try to abate it, shaking his arm and the tanned growth seemingly attached to it at the wrist.
Naruto sighs heavily. “Really?”
Sasuke feels dumb when all he can do is blink in response.
“C’mere,” Naruto says, eyes slipping into a kind of mellow affection as he reaches his other arm out and grabs a fistful of Sasuke’s shirt. He yanks him down, and Sasuke dumbly complies, his knees hitting the soaked carpet. Then Naruto is moving his face up to Sasuke’s, and alarms are going off in Sasuke’s head that he should get the fuck out right this instant, but then there are warm lips moving on his and all he can do is just kneel there like some idiot.
Naruto pulls away after his brief kiss, a flash of anxiety showing in his expression. Sasuke averts his eyes to the side, feeling jittery and bubbly.
Drunk. Definitely drunk.
“Sasuke?” Naruto says. “You look kind of constipated.”
Sasuke closes his eyes. This obviously isn’t what he thinks it is. Naruto doesn’t generally fling comments regarding others’ bowel movements at them while trying to pick them up.
“You’re wasted,” Sasuke says.
“So are you.”
“I am.”
“You are,” Naruto agrees, putting a hand to Sasuke’s cheek and trying to get him to make eye contact. Sasuke steadfastly refuses to look him in the eye, however, so Naruto’s solution is to nip him in the chin. “Don’t be like this,” Naruto mumbles into the bite before pulling back a few inches.
It’s too hot in the apartment, Sasuke thinks, though his knees are cold and wet now. Naruto’s going to get fed up with him in a moment and kick him out, he’s sure-it’s what Sasuke would do to somebody so mean and unresponsive, after all. But Naruto, being the kind of guy he is, just pulls Sasuke down and gives him another kiss, careful to keep the lip-to-lip contact as casual as possible while he caresses Sasuke’s cheekbones and pushes the fringe back from his face. Sasuke feels himself shudder.
Booze isn’t good for much, but Sasuke thanks the drunken euphoria he’s still experiencing for at least giving him the balls to open his mouth to suck Naruto’s bottom lip inside. He inhales deeply through his nose. He rolls Naruto’s lip around between his own and is met with heavy pants and fingers pressing into his neck to bring him down further so that Naruto’s tongue can lap out at his lips.
Sasuke wonders if Naruto’s going to regret this tomorrow; whether he’s enabling Naruto to turn him into just another drunken conquest. But even though Naruto tastes like stale beer, it’s fantastic and Sasuke can’t help wanting more. He tries to push the heavy thoughts into the back of his mind as he presses his face impossibly close to Naruto’s, letting the other’s sloppy tongue worm its way into his mouth. He applies an appropriate amount of suction before moving his own tongue against Naruto’s, reveling in the warmth and stickiness of the entire ordeal. Drunken kissing is messy, but Sasuke can’t seem to disdain the saliva trailing over the lower half of his face like he might if he were sober.
When Sasuke can no longer seem to find the breath he needs with his face smashed so hard into Naruto’s, he pulls back reluctantly. The break might give Naruto-or himself-time to reconsider. He pulls in a shaky breath, eyes closed, and wipes his mouth on his shirtsleeve. His lips tingle pleasantly, already swollen from kissing. One of Naruto’s hands is still on the back of his neck, rubbing small circles in the fine hairs there.
Sasuke finally allows himself to open his eyes. Naruto’s adjusted himself on the couch, stretching out on his back. He looks up at Sasuke with half-lidded eyes.
“Wanna fuck,” he says, mumbling.
“You want a fuck?” Sasuke asks.
“No,” Naruto says, “I wanna fuck you.”
“You’re straight,” Sasuke replies automatically, trying to stay composed. Naruto’s words are affecting him in ways he has little control over, however.
Naruto scowls. “I thought you knew me better than that.”
Sasuke hashad his doubts. Jokes. Sideways glances. Nothing overt.
Naruto sits up, turning towards Sasuke. He has the height advantage now, Sasuke notes, and the new position affords Sasuke a view of the rather evident bulge in Naruto’s jeans. He forces his eyes away-not that he’s in any different a situation by this point-and back to Naruto’s face. The blond grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him in for another kiss.
“I’ve been jacking off to the thought of you for months,” Naruto says when he pulls away, hands still gripping the fabric of Sasuke’s tee. Sasuke’s mouth is still poised for kissing when the other lets it slip, and he feels like a fish with the way he’s left gasping for air by the statement.
When he finally manages to regain some composure, Sasuke says, “You throw yourself at every woman who comes into your path.”
“Jealous?” Naruto asks, grinning.
“No,” Sasuke replies, but he turns away from the fear that he might be pouting.
“Oh. So that didn’t work?” Naruto asks, sounding playful. He nuzzles into Sasuke’s neck and sucks at a spot near his shirt.
“I like it when your mouth is busy,” Sasuke says without thinking.
“Oh?”
Naruto sounds far too mischievous for anything good to come from it. Luckily, Sasuke doesn’t have the time to brace himself before Naruto shoves him back. He hits the corner of the coffee table with an oof and his legs bend awkwardly out of his kneeling position; tightening up would’ve only made the crash worse. From his position sprawled out on the floor, Sasuke rubs his side and glares up angrily.
Naruto looks completely dumbfounded by the way his shove didn’t quite pan out as well as he’d planned. He gives a look like, How did that happen?, but he quickly reinstates his plan and drops down to the floor as well, looming above Sasuke. To the slightly miffed and injured man, the whole movement looks clumsy and stupid. Naruto hovers like some drunken snake, poised to strike, while Sasuke fidgets uncomfortably.
“Well?” Sasuke finally prompts, his curiosity getting the best of him.
“You’re hot,” Naruto says, and he sticks his fingers up under Sasuke’s shirt.
“You’re cold as fuck,” Sasuke hisses, trying to explain away his shivering.
“No m’not,” Naruto argues, rubbing his fingertips up and down in a circular motion near Sasuke’s navel. Such an untalented touch really shouldn’t be having an effect on him.
Sasuke has to steel his nerves to get up the courage to say, “I thought you pushed me down here because I told you I liked it when your mouth is busy.”
Naruto smirks. “Yep.” With that, he pushes Sasuke’s shirt up further, ducks down, and fits his mouth to Sasuke’s belly button. He treats the indentation like the last drop of water on earth might emerge from within if he worships it enough with his lips and tongue while his hands blindly find Sasuke’s nipples and skirt around them. Sasuke digs his heels into the carpet, feeling Naruto’s earlier spilt beer seep into his socks. Another article of clothing ruined.
“Don’t do that,” Sasuke says shakily, forcing the hands that have begun to tweak his nipples away from his chest.
A mumbled, “Kay,” comes from Naruto, and his hands quickly busy themselves at Sasuke’s belt.
Sasuke is literally trembling as Naruto begins to pull down his pants and boxers, mouth kissing away at the trail of dark hair leading below. His mind can barely process these events as real.
“Fuck,” he breathes, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down as he feels his erection emerge from his clothing. A head of familiar blond hair blocks his view. Lips feather at the base of his cock, and then Naruto looks up at him, grinning. Sasuke doesn’t know whether to smirk back or to punch him in the head for stopping.
“You need to relax,” Naruto says, pressing a kiss to Sasuke’s hip.
He lets his head fall back against the carpet. He might as well enjoy things, assuming Naruto has any idea what he’s doing.
Callused hands busy themselves rubbing languorous circles around the inside of Sasuke’s thighs. Naruto continues to tease by kissing a semicircle around Sasuke’s too needy cock, prompting him to roll his hips in hurry. The other responds by planting a brief kiss to the head and then moving down to mouth at his balls. Sasuke really wants to punch him in the head now. He lets a heavy breath out in an effort to relax his muscles instead, trying to ignore his pulsating need. He never knew that Naruto would have a gentle side or a penchant for foreplay, and though frustrating at the moment, the news isn’t entirely unwelcome.
Naruto stops his mouth’s movements for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. And then he dips down lower and presses his tongue hard against the ring of muscle below, and Sasuke seizes up entirely.
He manages to stop his verbal response of, What the fuck are you doing? when the tongue continues to poke and prod. It’s weird-definitely weird, and Sasuke’s never been the hugest fan-but the fact that it’s Naruto down there is enough to make him almost come. The warm muscle laps at him, dipping in and pulling out. Sasuke bites his lip to hold in the noise he’d otherwise make when a finger pushes its way inside a few centimeters, wiggling around in an amateurish manner.
He can’t, however, hold back the sounds that come when Naruto finally moves his mouth to where it should be, breath hot on Sasuke’s groin. While one hand is occupied with his ass, the other surrounds the base of his cock, and a hot, wet cavern covers his head, tongue pressing down against the slit where beads of pre-come have been gathering. Sasuke stuffs the knuckles of one hand into his mouth while his body writhes around on its own accord, his legs circling Naruto’s outstretched body.
“Shit,” Sasuke manages to grunt out, enjoying every somewhat sloppy but entirely enthused movement on Naruto’s part. Naruto hums against him, pleased, and Sasuke rocks his hips up against his own will, the vibrations tipping him ever closer to his release.
Threading a hand through Naruto’s hair, Sasuke gives a good yank and a commanding, “Stop.”
Confused and flushed, Naruto pulls away and looks Sasuke in the eye, uncertainty clear in his expression. His finger is still buried inside of Sasuke, which is hard to ignore as he props himself up. Though bleary-eyed, embarrassed, and tempted by every bone in his body to pull Naruto’s head back down into his lap, Sasuke makes a valiant attempt to compose himself. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and it’s only made worse by the unintentionally teasing exhalations of his best friend.
His best friend who just enthusiastically sucked him. Who is drunk, stupid, and irritating at best.
“You’re not going to regret this?” he asks somewhat reluctantly. He can barely stand the weakness the question belies.
Naruto gives him a look, eyes flaring to life. “I’m not the one hesitating,” he says, and he licks his lips as though preparing for a speech. He seems to think better of it, ending seriously with, “But I’ll stop if you think things are just going to go back to the way they were in the morning.” Then he wiggles his finger for emphasis, and Sasuke just about loses it as it finally hits that spot. His head rolls back and he closes his eyes.
“Fuck me, then,” he says.
Naruto withdraws the finger, things too dry for its exit to feel pleasurable, and moves up Sasuke’s body to get a good look at his face.
“Despite all of your smartass comments, you know I don’t fuck people and then just walk away.”
Sasuke opens his eyes to let Naruto know that he’s serious. “I know.”
Naruto smiles. “Good, then,” he says, and plants a soft kiss on the side of Sasuke’s mouth as if he hasn’t worked him up to his breaking point.
Fingertips graze at Sasuke’s entrance, but he reaches down and grabs them before Naruto can do anything. “You need lube, idiot,” he orders, moving a knee up to nudge and grind at the man’s groin for emphasis. Naruto’s eyes roll back, too long ignored, and he groans out a noise of assent. It feels good to drive someone crazy with such a small stimulus, Sasuke thinks. Especially since he’s been the one on the vulnerable end all night.
With the willpower of a eunuch and the energy of a twelve-year-old, Naruto springs up from the floor and, with an excited glance toward Sasuke, disappears into his bedroom. Sasuke, still sprawled out in a rather compromising position with an erection screaming to be touched, struggles into an upright position. He kicks his pants off the rest of the way and toes his soiled socks from his feet. He considers following Naruto into the bedroom-his ass is going to end up with a rug burn if they do it here-but the man returns before he even manages to get to his feet.
Something’s different about him though.
“You’ve already put a condom on,” Sasuke observes dryly, staring at Naruto’s bobbing erection where it sticks out from the open flap of his jeans. The first time he gets to see it, and it’s covered in a rubber. It’s something so characteristic of Naruto’s usual haste that it makes Sasuke feel almost sober.
“Uh, yeah,” he says, fidgeting with the bottle of lube in his hands. “I mean, we’re set, right?”
Too hot and bothered to really complain, Sasuke gives a nod in the affirmative. The brightening he observes in response puts him in awe, not for the first time, of Naruto’s disarming and completely inexplicable charm. A smile shouldn’t make Sasuke’s heart beat faster.
Naruto drops down to his knees next to Sasuke and leans in for a kiss. A sloppy, sloppy kiss that Sasuke hopes will get better on its own when there’s less alcohol involved. Otherwise, he has a lot of work ahead of him. He blindly reaches for the lube in Naruto’s hands, extracting and swiftly uncapping it.
“You gonna do that?” Naruto asks, pulling away from Sasuke’s mouth long enough to look down with evident interest.
“Since you don’t seem to be in a hurry,” Sasuke replies sarcastically, eyeing Naruto’s dick. Pouring the substance into his hand, he looks back up with a smirk, and is met with a grin.
“I’ll show you a hurry,” Naruto says, pouncing on him.
“I think you’d better not,” Sasuke huffs out, trying to keep the palm with a puddle of lube in it upright to save the carpet from yet another spill tonight. The bottle slips from his hand, however, and he thinks that the likelihood of Naruto getting any portion of his security deposit back when he moves out has dropped rather dramatically in just one night.
“It’s not like I’m going to have to break any barriers,” Naruto says as he pins Sasuke flat on his back, seeming to want to wrestle. Their cocks rub briefly, and though the contact is much needed, it’s not nearly enough stimulus to satisfy.
“It’s been a while for me, idiot,” Sasuke admits.
“Oh.”
“Get off. I want to get this over with.”
“Don’t make it sound like too much of a chore,” Naruto says distastefully as he picks himself up. Sasuke takes a moment to aim his foot straight at Naruto’s chest, pushing him into a sitting position, back to the couch.
“Ouch,” Naruto huffs, rubbing at the spot where he’s been virtually kicked as Sasuke rights himself and crawls forward, straddling the other’s legs.
“Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t be a bastard!”
Sasuke leans forward and nips Naruto’s lip. “You should know by now what you’re getting into.”
Naruto mellows out, eyelids falling to half-mast. “I do,” he says, wrapping his hands around Sasuke’s hips and pulling him closer. Sasuke lets himself be kissed as he busies his own hand at his backside, rubbing inward slowly. He grunts into Naruto’s mouth as he works his fingers inside of himself. It really has been too long.
“Hurry up,” Naruto whines shortly, wiggling his butt. “I’m really fucking hard and my ass is getting wet.”
“That sounds really messed up,” Sasuke mutters. If he hadn’t already been well aware of the beer spill earlier in the night, he’d really have to wonder. He removes his fingers from himself and shifts his hips so that he’s aligned with Naruto, who bucks up.
“Don’t,” Sasuke orders, glaring.
“Then slide on down,” Naruto offers, obviously on-edge.
Sasuke does just that, relishing in the feel of Naruto’s cock moving against him. Naruto manages to remain relatively still, trembling from the effort of restraining himself, though his head falls back against the couch cushion and he lets out a sound vaguely reminiscent of a moan.
For his own part, Sasuke braces his hands on Naruto’s shoulders and focuses on controlling his breathing and adjusting to the girth of another man inside of him for a few moments. He’s too far along to put much effort into assuring his own comfort, however; he’ll probably regret how quickly he begins to move in the morning, but for now it’s just a painful and raging need for more friction and contact. Naruto certainly helps his cause, thrusting up desperately and digging his blunt fingernails into Sasuke’s hips.
“You’re fucking tight,” Naruto pants. Sasuke’s response is some kind extended guttural noise that he’d probably be embarrassed about if he weren’t so out of his mind on lust and need and alcohol.
Sasuke rolls his hips down, a spot of white almost covering his field of vision as his prostate is hit. He’s so close that he can barely stand it. He resists the urge to reach down and tug at his cock, afraid that Naruto might be too far behind after all of the extra stimulus he’s been denied, and digs his fingers into t-shirt and collarbone instead.
Another hit on his prostate-another hit-and he’s open-mouthed and shut-eyed and coming with his fingers clenching tight into Naruto’s skin. A strangled cry from Naruto signals to Sasuke’s buzzing mind that he’s either come as well or been horribly mangled from Sasuke’s too-tight hold. When he finally comes down, muscles relaxing, he can feel the tell-tale softening of Naruto’s cock inside of him. He lets his head drop forward, forehead coming to rest on Naruto’s shoulder, and allows his hands to slide down. Sasuke cracks his eyes open comfortably, reveling in the post-coital drowsiness and the soft sounds of two panting bodies.
Naruto’s hands cup his ass, give a quick squeeze, and move up to rub at his back.
“That was fantastic,” he says, head back on the couch seat.
Yes, Sasuke thinks. In keeping with his usual behavior so as to avoid any awkwardness, he says, “You didn’t do enough of the work.”
Naruto laughs good-naturedly. “I’ll make up for it next time.”
After a few quiet moments, Sasuke lifts his head, gaining the other’s attention.
“If you don’t remember this tomorrow, I’m going to cut off your dick.”
“If you don’t remember this tomorrow, I’m going to tie you up, bend you over the coffee table, and tease you until your voice is hoarse from begging me to fuck you.”
Sasuke considers.
“Fair enough.”
Title: Lush
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Naruto is a friendly guy when he’s sober. A couple of beers turn him into a flirt, and a few shots of hard liquor elevate him to the level of a frolicking creep.
Warnings: PWP, drunken shenanigans
A/N: I hope this at least resembles what you were hoping for, dear requester! Many thanks to my beta. You put up with a lot of whining… bb.
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Naruto is a friendly guy when he’s sober. A couple of beers turn him into a flirt, and a few shorts of hard liquor elevate him to the level of a frolicking creep.
His hands are everywhere tonight, Sasuke notes with an inward grimace. In Ino’s hair, on some brunette’s backside, holding Sakura’s hands as if he’s about to drop down onto one knee and propose, and tugging at the bottom lip of a girl he finds too mouthy. And every one of them eats it up, like Naruto’s some Greek god who’s honoring them with his very presence.
Sasuke scoffs at the shameful display, downing the remaining contents of his cup. “It’s too loud in here,” he mutters angrily, rubbing at an ear. Between the rowdy crowd cramped into the small apartment and the booming bass of some jackass’s stereo, the decibel level must be off the charts.
“You sure seem sour tonight,” Sakura comments, eyeing him as she distractedly chews on her thumbnail. He’d forgotten that she’d joined him after her own rendezvous with Naruto.
“Nah, no more than usual,” Naruto says, suddenly appearing behind Sakura and wrapping his arms around her loosely. She accepts his hold without protest. “Sasuke’s face always looks that way.” He sticks a hand out, somewhat wobbly, and pokes Sasuke between his eyebrows. “All wrinkly and stuff.”
“Don’t do that,” Sasuke mutters irritably, rubbing at the spot. It’s too close to an annoying habit his brother had turned on him as a child.
“No, his features usually smooth out at some point while he’s drinking. Maybe he hasn’t had enough?” Sakura muses.
“Hm, yeah, I guess you’re right. He looks kind of grumpy even for him.”
“Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.”
Ino interrupts their conversation, dragging Sakura away to drool over some newcomer to the party. Sasuke tenses up as Naruto slowly sidles up to him. He probably thinks he’s being sneaky. He seems to have a lot of delusions involving his stealth.
“I know what the real problem is, man,” Naruto whispers behind a hand, leaning in toward Sasuke. He reeks of liquor. “I get that way too when I haven’t been laid in a while. But with that pretty face of yours, I bet it’ll be no problem finding someone for you to take home tonight.”
Naruto grins like an idiot. Sasuke looks him dead in the eye for a minute before he pulls his fist back and punches him square in the upper arm. Naruto lurches back, startled, but it seems to take his hazy mind several seconds to register the pain. Then he wails like some lunatic, grabbing his arm and pinning Sasuke with the look of a kicked puppy.
Sasuke looks on with only a scowl. When he doesn’t make to apologize, Naruto’s hurt morphs into something resembling anger.
“What the fuck was that for, man? I was just trying to help out!”
“Your mind momentarily slipped into the realm of rampant stupidity I found you floundering in two years ago. You needed to be brought back to reality,” Sasuke explains flatly, rather proud of his eloquence in his state of near-drunkenness.
Naruto looks at him with an expression of badly imitated insult. He rubs his arm and mutters, almost amused, “Such a bastard.”
“Not everyone is here to find a fuck,” Sasuke retorts.
Naruto raises an eyebrow playfully. “Then why exactly are you here, Sasuke?”
“Some idiot pestered me into coming.”
“Oh, wow, tell me about it!”
“I think he just wanted me to come so that he-”
“Sasuke, if he wanted you to come, he must have been a pretty considerate guy.” Naruto waggles his eyebrows, proud of his innuendo.
Sasuke snorts. “Typical.”
“But hey, seriously,” Naruto says, approaching him more quickly this time to sling an arm around his shoulders, “if you’re not enjoying yourself, we can always leave.”
Naruto has a way of touching people that Sasuke’s never quite gotten used to. He isn’t much for physical contact, so he never initiates any of it. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and he often starts to feel flushed during it. He tells himself that Naruto’s body heat must run too high and shrugs the arm off.
Despite the nonverbal rejection, the other man smiles warmly, suddenly seeming much less drunk than he had previously. “We could get some ramen!” he suggests.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.”
“Pah! How could leaving with my bee-ef-ef for a good bowl of ramen ruin my fun?”
“Don’t say that,” Sasuke orders, scowling. “You sound like some fourteen-year-old cheerleader.”
“You think I could pull off the outfit?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, you couldn’t.”
Naruto laughs, interlocking his fingers and resting his hands on the back of his head. “Well, we could always just putz around town until we find a shop that sells the costumes. That way we could know for sure.”
Sasuke grimaces. “That doesn’t sound like a good idea. You’d look like shit and we’d end up arrested for public intoxication.”
“What? Nah. Neither of us is that drunk.”
With the way he’s feeling, Sasuke really has to wonder about that.
“So, you want to get out of here?” Naruto asks again, all smiles and warmth.
Sasuke considers, studying the other’s countenance for any evidence of disappointment. He finds none. With his continued scrutiny, however, Naruto looks to the side as if bashful. “I’d like that,” he finally replies. Despite all of Naruto’s nagging and dragging him places, he’s never warmed up to the party atmosphere.
Naruto smiles broadly. “Cool. You want to come back to my place? I bought a new game a couple of days ago that I’ve been wanting to try out. Might be fun drunk.”
“Sure,” Sasuke agrees, not particular on what they do.
Naruto turns and begins moving toward the exit, weaving his way between bodies. Sasuke attempts to keep up, but has to take time to snarl at an asshole who spills his beer on him. Just as the other man begins to look riled, Sasuke feels pressure on his hand, and before he knows it there are fingers interlocking with his own, urging him onward. The steady pressure makes him stumble a few steps sideways. Shocked at the audacity of the person, he testily yanks his limb away.
“Geez,” Naruto says. He puts his hands up in a placating manner. “You’re really moody tonight.”
Sasuke’s expression softens into something bordering on embarrassment when he realizes that it had been Naruto pulling him away. Still, he’d been too insistent. And Sasuke isn’t ready to commit himself to the ranks of the blond’s willing accessories.
“Well? Come on, then,” Naruto says, beckoning with his hand, “but don’t start any fights.”
They manage to emerge from the apartment without further issue. Cautiously, they follow the dank, ill-lit stairwell two flights down to the ground floor and come out into the night. The air is refreshing after being stuffed into such a cramped space with so many people, and Sasuke inhales deeply to calm his frazzled nerves. He has been touchy tonight.
Naruto stands next to him on the stoop for a few moments, quietly enjoying the cool breeze and wiping at his temples with his shirtsleeve. Alcohol mixed with that many bodies made for a rather warm environment.
Without thinking, Sasuke reaches over and pokes the patch of exposed skin just above Naruto’s jeans. He immediately regrets it. He really must be drunk.
For Naruto’s part, he stops wiping at his forehead and grins at Sasuke. “Trying to get my attention?” he asks teasingly.
“Not particularly,” Sasuke intones, trying to push the incident into history before its time.
“Swiping at my hips, and not trying to get noticed? That’s a little far-fetched.”
“There was a mosquito on you.”
“So you were trying to poke it to death?”
“I thought I was swiping.”
Naruto chuckles, and Sasuke sighs in relief. In this case, it means he’s going to drop the subject.
“Well, think you can walk?”
Sasuke makes a noise of consent, and they take off at a leisurely pace toward King, the street where Naruto lives. The number of obnoxious cracks he’s made about being royalty must be in the thousands by now.
Naruto breaks their companionable silence to ask the time.
“It’s one,” Sasuke answers, glancing at his watch.
“Sweet. I don’t have to be up for work until three tomorrow.”
Sasuke hm’s appropriately. Naruto manages to pay for his apartment by delivering pizzas on the weekends. Somehow, he talks up the people who order to get good tips. He also buses tables at his uncle’s diner during the week to cover his tuition. Sasuke suspects that his uncle-who isn’t actually of any blood relation, as far as Sasuke can tell-pays him far beyond what the job actually calls for; tuition is no laughing matter at their university. Were it not for his scholarships, Sasuke knows he wouldn’t be able to afford it.
Somewhere between his classes and the two jobs he works, Naruto still manages to have a flourishing social life, and Sasuke has unwittingly become an integral part of that over the past two years. They met during sophomore year when they were teamed up in their chemistry lab. Sasuke immediately hated the other man, cursing their TA’s decision to pair people up according to alphabetical order, and they’d very nearly killed one another on more than one occasion. But Naruto has a way about him, and they somehow ended up as friends before the semester was over. They still have their tiffs, but even Sasuke can’t deny the bond that has formed between them.
They reach Naruto’s apartment complex and get up the rickety metal stairs outside with minimal stumbling. It takes Naruto a few tries to finally jab his key into his lock, his tongue stuck out in concentration, and they enter quietly to avoid arousing the attention of Naruto’s sometimes touchy and vulgar neighbors.
“You want a beer?” Naruto asks, rubbing his fingers through his hair after dropping his keys into the dish by the door.
“Sure,” Sasuke says, contrary to his inner dissent. He really shouldn’t drink anymore. He seems to be functioning fine at present, but he might have to crash on Naruto’s couch with another drink or two. He toes off his shoes and moves to the couch while Naruto flips on the lights and makes his way toward the small kitchenette off of his living room. Sasuke sinks down into the couch, which makes an odd twanging sound in protest.
Naruto returns with the promised beer, handing one to Sasuke as he plops down beside him. Sasuke grimaces as the couch bucks like some angry bull from the sudden transfer of weight. He almost manages to keep himself steady, but he ends up rolling sideways into Naruto and having to push himself off of the other boy, who chuckles at the doubtlessly aggravated expression on Sasuke’s face.
Naruto twists the top off of his beer and sips at it in blessed silence for a while. Sasuke does the same, looking around the somewhat dismal apartment with the odd affection that comes along with familiarity. This place has been a reprieve from the dorms for him on many occasions.
“You said you had a new game?” Sasuke asks, turning toward the other man. He’s not terribly interested, if he’s honest with himself, but it seems too quiet.
Naruto’s looking at him in an oddly silent and thoughtful way, gnawing awkwardly at the top of his beer, but he bobs his head in affirmation.
Sasuke stares at him for a few seconds, feeling oddly fuzzy about all of the silent looking Naruto’s doing, before he prompts, “And… you wanted to play it?”
Naruto is quiet for a moment longer when, out of nowhere, he bursts out in raucous laughter. He tries to cover his mouth, but it only seems to make his outburst worse.
“What?” Sasuke demands, feeling rather offended.
Wiping at his eyes, Naruto finally begins to come down from his unexpected high. “It’s just-I just thought of something that would be really funny to say, but I don’t think you’d like it.”
“And?” Sasuke hisses, glaring.
“Calm down, man, calm down,” Naruto says, waving a hand in dismissal. “Just be happy I had it in me to hold it back.”
“Fuck this,” Sasuke says, setting his beer down on the coffee table with more force than intended. He gets up, ready to head out the door, when Naruto stupidly makes a grab for his wrist.
“Don’t go!” the idiot says, spilling his beer all over the floor as he tips sideways.
“Leggo!” Sasuke demands, even knowing it sounds somewhat pitiful as a reply. He yanks his wrist, but all it does is make Naruto drop his beer entirely as he’s dragged out across the couch.
“You’re in a real piss poor mood tonight,” Naruto says, looking ruffled but desperate. “I was going to say, There are a lot of new games I want to play with you tonight. I figured you’d punch me for it though. Okay?”
Sasuke feels his blood rushing, and he can only imagine what it’s doing to his physical appearance. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?” he demands roughly to try to abate it, shaking his arm and the tanned growth seemingly attached to it at the wrist.
Naruto sighs heavily. “Really?”
Sasuke feels dumb when all he can do is blink in response.
“C’mere,” Naruto says, eyes slipping into a kind of mellow affection as he reaches his other arm out and grabs a fistful of Sasuke’s shirt. He yanks him down, and Sasuke dumbly complies, his knees hitting the soaked carpet. Then Naruto is moving his face up to Sasuke’s, and alarms are going off in Sasuke’s head that he should get the fuck out right this instant, but then there are warm lips moving on his and all he can do is just kneel there like some idiot.
Naruto pulls away after his brief kiss, a flash of anxiety showing in his expression. Sasuke averts his eyes to the side, feeling jittery and bubbly.
Drunk. Definitely drunk.
“Sasuke?” Naruto says. “You look kind of constipated.”
Sasuke closes his eyes. This obviously isn’t what he thinks it is. Naruto doesn’t generally fling comments regarding others’ bowel movements at them while trying to pick them up.
“You’re wasted,” Sasuke says.
“So are you.”
“I am.”
“You are,” Naruto agrees, putting a hand to Sasuke’s cheek and trying to get him to make eye contact. Sasuke steadfastly refuses to look him in the eye, however, so Naruto’s solution is to nip him in the chin. “Don’t be like this,” Naruto mumbles into the bite before pulling back a few inches.
It’s too hot in the apartment, Sasuke thinks, though his knees are cold and wet now. Naruto’s going to get fed up with him in a moment and kick him out, he’s sure-it’s what Sasuke would do to somebody so mean and unresponsive, after all. But Naruto, being the kind of guy he is, just pulls Sasuke down and gives him another kiss, careful to keep the lip-to-lip contact as casual as possible while he caresses Sasuke’s cheekbones and pushes the fringe back from his face. Sasuke feels himself shudder.
Booze isn’t good for much, but Sasuke thanks the drunken euphoria he’s still experiencing for at least giving him the balls to open his mouth to suck Naruto’s bottom lip inside. He inhales deeply through his nose. He rolls Naruto’s lip around between his own and is met with heavy pants and fingers pressing into his neck to bring him down further so that Naruto’s tongue can lap out at his lips.
Sasuke wonders if Naruto’s going to regret this tomorrow; whether he’s enabling Naruto to turn him into just another drunken conquest. But even though Naruto tastes like stale beer, it’s fantastic and Sasuke can’t help wanting more. He tries to push the heavy thoughts into the back of his mind as he presses his face impossibly close to Naruto’s, letting the other’s sloppy tongue worm its way into his mouth. He applies an appropriate amount of suction before moving his own tongue against Naruto’s, reveling in the warmth and stickiness of the entire ordeal. Drunken kissing is messy, but Sasuke can’t seem to disdain the saliva trailing over the lower half of his face like he might if he were sober.
When Sasuke can no longer seem to find the breath he needs with his face smashed so hard into Naruto’s, he pulls back reluctantly. The break might give Naruto-or himself-time to reconsider. He pulls in a shaky breath, eyes closed, and wipes his mouth on his shirtsleeve. His lips tingle pleasantly, already swollen from kissing. One of Naruto’s hands is still on the back of his neck, rubbing small circles in the fine hairs there.
Sasuke finally allows himself to open his eyes. Naruto’s adjusted himself on the couch, stretching out on his back. He looks up at Sasuke with half-lidded eyes.
“Wanna fuck,” he says, mumbling.
“You want a fuck?” Sasuke asks.
“No,” Naruto says, “I wanna fuck you.”
“You’re straight,” Sasuke replies automatically, trying to stay composed. Naruto’s words are affecting him in ways he has little control over, however.
Naruto scowls. “I thought you knew me better than that.”
Sasuke hashad his doubts. Jokes. Sideways glances. Nothing overt.
Naruto sits up, turning towards Sasuke. He has the height advantage now, Sasuke notes, and the new position affords Sasuke a view of the rather evident bulge in Naruto’s jeans. He forces his eyes away-not that he’s in any different a situation by this point-and back to Naruto’s face. The blond grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him in for another kiss.
“I’ve been jacking off to the thought of you for months,” Naruto says when he pulls away, hands still gripping the fabric of Sasuke’s tee. Sasuke’s mouth is still poised for kissing when the other lets it slip, and he feels like a fish with the way he’s left gasping for air by the statement.
When he finally manages to regain some composure, Sasuke says, “You throw yourself at every woman who comes into your path.”
“Jealous?” Naruto asks, grinning.
“No,” Sasuke replies, but he turns away from the fear that he might be pouting.
“Oh. So that didn’t work?” Naruto asks, sounding playful. He nuzzles into Sasuke’s neck and sucks at a spot near his shirt.
“I like it when your mouth is busy,” Sasuke says without thinking.
“Oh?”
Naruto sounds far too mischievous for anything good to come from it. Luckily, Sasuke doesn’t have the time to brace himself before Naruto shoves him back. He hits the corner of the coffee table with an oof and his legs bend awkwardly out of his kneeling position; tightening up would’ve only made the crash worse. From his position sprawled out on the floor, Sasuke rubs his side and glares up angrily.
Naruto looks completely dumbfounded by the way his shove didn’t quite pan out as well as he’d planned. He gives a look like, How did that happen?, but he quickly reinstates his plan and drops down to the floor as well, looming above Sasuke. To the slightly miffed and injured man, the whole movement looks clumsy and stupid. Naruto hovers like some drunken snake, poised to strike, while Sasuke fidgets uncomfortably.
“Well?” Sasuke finally prompts, his curiosity getting the best of him.
“You’re hot,” Naruto says, and he sticks his fingers up under Sasuke’s shirt.
“You’re cold as fuck,” Sasuke hisses, trying to explain away his shivering.
“No m’not,” Naruto argues, rubbing his fingertips up and down in a circular motion near Sasuke’s navel. Such an untalented touch really shouldn’t be having an effect on him.
Sasuke has to steel his nerves to get up the courage to say, “I thought you pushed me down here because I told you I liked it when your mouth is busy.”
Naruto smirks. “Yep.” With that, he pushes Sasuke’s shirt up further, ducks down, and fits his mouth to Sasuke’s belly button. He treats the indentation like the last drop of water on earth might emerge from within if he worships it enough with his lips and tongue while his hands blindly find Sasuke’s nipples and skirt around them. Sasuke digs his heels into the carpet, feeling Naruto’s earlier spilt beer seep into his socks. Another article of clothing ruined.
“Don’t do that,” Sasuke says shakily, forcing the hands that have begun to tweak his nipples away from his chest.
A mumbled, “Kay,” comes from Naruto, and his hands quickly busy themselves at Sasuke’s belt.
Sasuke is literally trembling as Naruto begins to pull down his pants and boxers, mouth kissing away at the trail of dark hair leading below. His mind can barely process these events as real.
“Fuck,” he breathes, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down as he feels his erection emerge from his clothing. A head of familiar blond hair blocks his view. Lips feather at the base of his cock, and then Naruto looks up at him, grinning. Sasuke doesn’t know whether to smirk back or to punch him in the head for stopping.
“You need to relax,” Naruto says, pressing a kiss to Sasuke’s hip.
He lets his head fall back against the carpet. He might as well enjoy things, assuming Naruto has any idea what he’s doing.
Callused hands busy themselves rubbing languorous circles around the inside of Sasuke’s thighs. Naruto continues to tease by kissing a semicircle around Sasuke’s too needy cock, prompting him to roll his hips in hurry. The other responds by planting a brief kiss to the head and then moving down to mouth at his balls. Sasuke really wants to punch him in the head now. He lets a heavy breath out in an effort to relax his muscles instead, trying to ignore his pulsating need. He never knew that Naruto would have a gentle side or a penchant for foreplay, and though frustrating at the moment, the news isn’t entirely unwelcome.
Naruto stops his mouth’s movements for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. And then he dips down lower and presses his tongue hard against the ring of muscle below, and Sasuke seizes up entirely.
He manages to stop his verbal response of, What the fuck are you doing? when the tongue continues to poke and prod. It’s weird-definitely weird, and Sasuke’s never been the hugest fan-but the fact that it’s Naruto down there is enough to make him almost come. The warm muscle laps at him, dipping in and pulling out. Sasuke bites his lip to hold in the noise he’d otherwise make when a finger pushes its way inside a few centimeters, wiggling around in an amateurish manner.
He can’t, however, hold back the sounds that come when Naruto finally moves his mouth to where it should be, breath hot on Sasuke’s groin. While one hand is occupied with his ass, the other surrounds the base of his cock, and a hot, wet cavern covers his head, tongue pressing down against the slit where beads of pre-come have been gathering. Sasuke stuffs the knuckles of one hand into his mouth while his body writhes around on its own accord, his legs circling Naruto’s outstretched body.
“Shit,” Sasuke manages to grunt out, enjoying every somewhat sloppy but entirely enthused movement on Naruto’s part. Naruto hums against him, pleased, and Sasuke rocks his hips up against his own will, the vibrations tipping him ever closer to his release.
Threading a hand through Naruto’s hair, Sasuke gives a good yank and a commanding, “Stop.”
Confused and flushed, Naruto pulls away and looks Sasuke in the eye, uncertainty clear in his expression. His finger is still buried inside of Sasuke, which is hard to ignore as he props himself up. Though bleary-eyed, embarrassed, and tempted by every bone in his body to pull Naruto’s head back down into his lap, Sasuke makes a valiant attempt to compose himself. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and it’s only made worse by the unintentionally teasing exhalations of his best friend.
His best friend who just enthusiastically sucked him. Who is drunk, stupid, and irritating at best.
“You’re not going to regret this?” he asks somewhat reluctantly. He can barely stand the weakness the question belies.
Naruto gives him a look, eyes flaring to life. “I’m not the one hesitating,” he says, and he licks his lips as though preparing for a speech. He seems to think better of it, ending seriously with, “But I’ll stop if you think things are just going to go back to the way they were in the morning.” Then he wiggles his finger for emphasis, and Sasuke just about loses it as it finally hits that spot. His head rolls back and he closes his eyes.
“Fuck me, then,” he says.
Naruto withdraws the finger, things too dry for its exit to feel pleasurable, and moves up Sasuke’s body to get a good look at his face.
“Despite all of your smartass comments, you know I don’t fuck people and then just walk away.”
Sasuke opens his eyes to let Naruto know that he’s serious. “I know.”
Naruto smiles. “Good, then,” he says, and plants a soft kiss on the side of Sasuke’s mouth as if he hasn’t worked him up to his breaking point.
Fingertips graze at Sasuke’s entrance, but he reaches down and grabs them before Naruto can do anything. “You need lube, idiot,” he orders, moving a knee up to nudge and grind at the man’s groin for emphasis. Naruto’s eyes roll back, too long ignored, and he groans out a noise of assent. It feels good to drive someone crazy with such a small stimulus, Sasuke thinks. Especially since he’s been the one on the vulnerable end all night.
With the willpower of a eunuch and the energy of a twelve-year-old, Naruto springs up from the floor and, with an excited glance toward Sasuke, disappears into his bedroom. Sasuke, still sprawled out in a rather compromising position with an erection screaming to be touched, struggles into an upright position. He kicks his pants off the rest of the way and toes his soiled socks from his feet. He considers following Naruto into the bedroom-his ass is going to end up with a rug burn if they do it here-but the man returns before he even manages to get to his feet.
Something’s different about him though.
“You’ve already put a condom on,” Sasuke observes dryly, staring at Naruto’s bobbing erection where it sticks out from the open flap of his jeans. The first time he gets to see it, and it’s covered in a rubber. It’s something so characteristic of Naruto’s usual haste that it makes Sasuke feel almost sober.
“Uh, yeah,” he says, fidgeting with the bottle of lube in his hands. “I mean, we’re set, right?”
Too hot and bothered to really complain, Sasuke gives a nod in the affirmative. The brightening he observes in response puts him in awe, not for the first time, of Naruto’s disarming and completely inexplicable charm. A smile shouldn’t make Sasuke’s heart beat faster.
Naruto drops down to his knees next to Sasuke and leans in for a kiss. A sloppy, sloppy kiss that Sasuke hopes will get better on its own when there’s less alcohol involved. Otherwise, he has a lot of work ahead of him. He blindly reaches for the lube in Naruto’s hands, extracting and swiftly uncapping it.
“You gonna do that?” Naruto asks, pulling away from Sasuke’s mouth long enough to look down with evident interest.
“Since you don’t seem to be in a hurry,” Sasuke replies sarcastically, eyeing Naruto’s dick. Pouring the substance into his hand, he looks back up with a smirk, and is met with a grin.
“I’ll show you a hurry,” Naruto says, pouncing on him.
“I think you’d better not,” Sasuke huffs out, trying to keep the palm with a puddle of lube in it upright to save the carpet from yet another spill tonight. The bottle slips from his hand, however, and he thinks that the likelihood of Naruto getting any portion of his security deposit back when he moves out has dropped rather dramatically in just one night.
“It’s not like I’m going to have to break any barriers,” Naruto says as he pins Sasuke flat on his back, seeming to want to wrestle. Their cocks rub briefly, and though the contact is much needed, it’s not nearly enough stimulus to satisfy.
“It’s been a while for me, idiot,” Sasuke admits.
“Oh.”
“Get off. I want to get this over with.”
“Don’t make it sound like too much of a chore,” Naruto says distastefully as he picks himself up. Sasuke takes a moment to aim his foot straight at Naruto’s chest, pushing him into a sitting position, back to the couch.
“Ouch,” Naruto huffs, rubbing at the spot where he’s been virtually kicked as Sasuke rights himself and crawls forward, straddling the other’s legs.
“Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t be a bastard!”
Sasuke leans forward and nips Naruto’s lip. “You should know by now what you’re getting into.”
Naruto mellows out, eyelids falling to half-mast. “I do,” he says, wrapping his hands around Sasuke’s hips and pulling him closer. Sasuke lets himself be kissed as he busies his own hand at his backside, rubbing inward slowly. He grunts into Naruto’s mouth as he works his fingers inside of himself. It really has been too long.
“Hurry up,” Naruto whines shortly, wiggling his butt. “I’m really fucking hard and my ass is getting wet.”
“That sounds really messed up,” Sasuke mutters. If he hadn’t already been well aware of the beer spill earlier in the night, he’d really have to wonder. He removes his fingers from himself and shifts his hips so that he’s aligned with Naruto, who bucks up.
“Don’t,” Sasuke orders, glaring.
“Then slide on down,” Naruto offers, obviously on-edge.
Sasuke does just that, relishing in the feel of Naruto’s cock moving against him. Naruto manages to remain relatively still, trembling from the effort of restraining himself, though his head falls back against the couch cushion and he lets out a sound vaguely reminiscent of a moan.
For his own part, Sasuke braces his hands on Naruto’s shoulders and focuses on controlling his breathing and adjusting to the girth of another man inside of him for a few moments. He’s too far along to put much effort into assuring his own comfort, however; he’ll probably regret how quickly he begins to move in the morning, but for now it’s just a painful and raging need for more friction and contact. Naruto certainly helps his cause, thrusting up desperately and digging his blunt fingernails into Sasuke’s hips.
“You’re fucking tight,” Naruto pants. Sasuke’s response is some kind extended guttural noise that he’d probably be embarrassed about if he weren’t so out of his mind on lust and need and alcohol.
Sasuke rolls his hips down, a spot of white almost covering his field of vision as his prostate is hit. He’s so close that he can barely stand it. He resists the urge to reach down and tug at his cock, afraid that Naruto might be too far behind after all of the extra stimulus he’s been denied, and digs his fingers into t-shirt and collarbone instead.
Another hit on his prostate-another hit-and he’s open-mouthed and shut-eyed and coming with his fingers clenching tight into Naruto’s skin. A strangled cry from Naruto signals to Sasuke’s buzzing mind that he’s either come as well or been horribly mangled from Sasuke’s too-tight hold. When he finally comes down, muscles relaxing, he can feel the tell-tale softening of Naruto’s cock inside of him. He lets his head drop forward, forehead coming to rest on Naruto’s shoulder, and allows his hands to slide down. Sasuke cracks his eyes open comfortably, reveling in the post-coital drowsiness and the soft sounds of two panting bodies.
Naruto’s hands cup his ass, give a quick squeeze, and move up to rub at his back.
“That was fantastic,” he says, head back on the couch seat.
Yes, Sasuke thinks. In keeping with his usual behavior so as to avoid any awkwardness, he says, “You didn’t do enough of the work.”
Naruto laughs good-naturedly. “I’ll make up for it next time.”
After a few quiet moments, Sasuke lifts his head, gaining the other’s attention.
“If you don’t remember this tomorrow, I’m going to cut off your dick.”
“If you don’t remember this tomorrow, I’m going to tie you up, bend you over the coffee table, and tease you until your voice is hoarse from begging me to fuck you.”
Sasuke considers.
“Fair enough.”