Naruto Fic- Gaara x Shikamaru - Not Today
This was requested by ednama. Because she believes in pushing me outside my comfort zone and thank goodness for that. :)
Title: Not Today
Fandom: Naruto AU
Pairing: GaaraShika
Rating: R
Warnings: pwp
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and nor do I profit from writing this fic. It's all in good fun.
Summary: Shikamaru tells himself that this isn't an affair.
Not Today
The problem with being a genius was knowing how many ways this could backfire. Some days Shikamaru imagines getting caught; he imagines a a wrong word, or loose end in his cover story when he tells her where he was or with whom. He imagines Temari walking in on them, to be literally caught with his pants down and her baby brother’s mouth around his cock. Sometimes he imagines Naruto finally getting a clue.
The problem is, Temari is smart and eventually she will figure it out. Her unwillingness to believe certain things about her brother will only carry them so far. And though Shikamaru is confident he is smart enough to outmaneuver her, he isn’t sure his conscience wants to.
It is exactly this guilt, and the fear of being caught, that is driving him back to the Kazekage’s office now. It’s this thrill that has him growing hard before the door is even locked behind him. And when he sinks into that chair, the Kazekage’s sharp green eyes riveted by the tent growing in his slacks, it’s this shared guilt and need that prompts him to slouch into the chair and finger the clasp of his belt.
The problem is, he has come to like this; and judging by the way the Kazekage flies to this side of the desk, he’s not alone.
It’s always like this- no words and just a signal of hands and the frenzied gestures they make in the rush to remove the barriers between them; in the way Gaara’s mouth licks the corner of his mouth before descending upon Shikamaru greedily. Shikamaru responds with eyes rolling to the back of his head, reveling in the way Gaara’s fingers explore him forcefully; confident in a way that only another man can be and rough in a way a woman wouldn’t consider. And it’s this small difference that he blames for enjoying it so much, for rationalizing this as a simple relief of mutual sexual frustration.
He uses it to tell himself this isn’t an affair.
And when Gaara shoves a finger in his mouth, Shikamaru interprets this as the part where he raises his hips. Their hands tangle and crawl over one another, clawing at his pants until one limb hangs bare. Gaara’s hand is there, rough and insistent as he presses against the back of Shikamaru’s thigh. Shikamaru cracks his eyes open just long enough to see red hair descending before he feels Gaara’s tongue, rough against a spot that nearly makes him cry out. The hand is there just in time to prevent the sound from escaping. Shikamaru bites down on one knuckle while the other hand wanders over to the back of Gaara’s head. A slick digit presses against him, forcing its way inside him.
One of these days he’ll grunt or moan out his pleasure. One of these days one of them will slip and somehow alert the guards. One day there might be a knock at the door or an urgent mission report while Gaara’s cock is balls deep inside him. One day, Shikamaru warns himself, but hopefully not today.
Title: Not Today
Fandom: Naruto AU
Pairing: GaaraShika
Rating: R
Warnings: pwp
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and nor do I profit from writing this fic. It's all in good fun.
Summary: Shikamaru tells himself that this isn't an affair.
Not Today
The problem with being a genius was knowing how many ways this could backfire. Some days Shikamaru imagines getting caught; he imagines a a wrong word, or loose end in his cover story when he tells her where he was or with whom. He imagines Temari walking in on them, to be literally caught with his pants down and her baby brother’s mouth around his cock. Sometimes he imagines Naruto finally getting a clue.
The problem is, Temari is smart and eventually she will figure it out. Her unwillingness to believe certain things about her brother will only carry them so far. And though Shikamaru is confident he is smart enough to outmaneuver her, he isn’t sure his conscience wants to.
It is exactly this guilt, and the fear of being caught, that is driving him back to the Kazekage’s office now. It’s this thrill that has him growing hard before the door is even locked behind him. And when he sinks into that chair, the Kazekage’s sharp green eyes riveted by the tent growing in his slacks, it’s this shared guilt and need that prompts him to slouch into the chair and finger the clasp of his belt.
The problem is, he has come to like this; and judging by the way the Kazekage flies to this side of the desk, he’s not alone.
It’s always like this- no words and just a signal of hands and the frenzied gestures they make in the rush to remove the barriers between them; in the way Gaara’s mouth licks the corner of his mouth before descending upon Shikamaru greedily. Shikamaru responds with eyes rolling to the back of his head, reveling in the way Gaara’s fingers explore him forcefully; confident in a way that only another man can be and rough in a way a woman wouldn’t consider. And it’s this small difference that he blames for enjoying it so much, for rationalizing this as a simple relief of mutual sexual frustration.
He uses it to tell himself this isn’t an affair.
And when Gaara shoves a finger in his mouth, Shikamaru interprets this as the part where he raises his hips. Their hands tangle and crawl over one another, clawing at his pants until one limb hangs bare. Gaara’s hand is there, rough and insistent as he presses against the back of Shikamaru’s thigh. Shikamaru cracks his eyes open just long enough to see red hair descending before he feels Gaara’s tongue, rough against a spot that nearly makes him cry out. The hand is there just in time to prevent the sound from escaping. Shikamaru bites down on one knuckle while the other hand wanders over to the back of Gaara’s head. A slick digit presses against him, forcing its way inside him.
One of these days he’ll grunt or moan out his pleasure. One of these days one of them will slip and somehow alert the guards. One day there might be a knock at the door or an urgent mission report while Gaara’s cock is balls deep inside him. One day, Shikamaru warns himself, but hopefully not today.