Fanfiction
Title: Higher Education
Author: th0rns_n_r0ses
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Warning: NC-17 for sexually explicit language and situations; male/male - SLASH. Unbetaed.
Summary: Sasuke thinks he needs to study; Naruto disagrees.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I make a profit from writing this. I just like putting Sasuke in uncomfortable situations.
Author's Note: Written for sasunaru_kink
Biochemistry was not easy under the best of circumstances. Even for an individual as intelligent as Sasuke Uchiha, the subject proved to be quite a challenge, and that was under ideal study conditions. The blond idiot whining and bouncing around their small apartment currently did not qualify as an ideal anything.
“Come on, Sasuke! I’m bored. You’ve been studying all damn week. Can’t you take a break?”
“No.”
“Let’s go to that new club,” Naruto suggested, plopping down into a backwards-facing chair across from Sasuke. He folded his arms over the top of the backrest and rested his chin on top of them. “You know, the one Shikamaru told us about, over on the east side of campus.”
“No.”
“But it’s Saturday night! And I really want to go! But going by myself isn‘t any fun.”
“So go with Kiba.”
Naruto cocked his head to one side. “Should I be concerned that my boyfriend is encouraging me to go out with another guy?”
Sasuke smirked into his notes. “Not when it’s Kiba I’m telling you to go out with.”
Naruto considered this. “Good point.” He leaned forward, carefully resting his arms against the table so as not to disturb Sasuke’s haphazardly arranged piles of texts and notebooks. “It would probably do you some good to get out for awhile,” he pointed out. “You’ve been sitting at this table so much this week, I’m surprised your ass has any feeling left in it.”
“I’m not interested, Naruto.”
A long-suffering sigh. “You know, you could at least look at me when you reject me,” Naruto complained.
Sasuke glanced up from his books long enough to briefly admire his boyfriend’s lack of a shirt, look Naruto in the eye, and repeat himself again.
“No.”
“Why not?” Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath to ease his frustration before looking back at the other man.
“Naruto. I have an end of the year exam in biochemistry next week. If I fail the exam, I lose my scholarship, meaning I can not fail it. Therefore, I need to study, and won’t be going out until after the exam is over.” His eyes searched their kitchen table, scanning the disorganized mess his study materials had become before extracting a needed worksheet from between two books.
Naruto stood up and walked around the table. Sasuke heard the refrigerator door open and shut behind him, followed by the sound of a can opening. “You know, we don’t have to go out. We could stay home, watch a movie…or something.” Sasuke jumped. The last two words had been whispered directly in his ear, followed by a quick swipe of a wet tongue. Fingers wound their way into the hair at the nape of his neck as soft lips made their way down his jaw, trailing heated kisses in a direct line to his mouth. He turned his head slightly to meet Naruto, shivering a bit when Naruto licked his bottom lip.
Scholarship, scholarship, scholarship! his mind shouted at him. Sasuke winced inwardly, remembering the look on his father’s face when he’d disowned him for having the audacity to not only be gay (which Sasuke didn‘t consider himself to be; as far as he could tell, guys other than Naruto didn‘t do a damn thing for him; he guessed the best term for it would be ‘Naruto-sexual‘), but to go public with it, even going as far as to move in with his “delinquent” boyfriend. Sasuke remembered his own determination to finish his degree without his father’s help, to prove to him that being with Naruto didn’t make him worthless, or beneath the Uchiha name. That for once in his life, he could make his own decisions and stand on his own two feet.
It was with these thoughts in mind that he pushed - albeit reluctantly - away from Naruto, controlling his breathing so as not to let on how much he wanted that blond idiot right now. “I can’t, Naruto,” he said evenly, turning back to his book so he wouldn’t have to see the disappointment flash across the other man’s face.
“Fine, I get it. You’re busy. I’ll leave you alone.” Sasuke heard Naruto’s footsteps carry him down the short hallway to their shared bedroom, and sighed in relief. Silence, blessed silence, was his.
For about five minutes.
Naruto, still shirtless, bounded back into the room, a small case in hand, and began rummaging around their kitchen cabinets. “Will it bother you if I watch a movie?” he asked. Sasuke heard the microwave start for what he knew had to be popcorn. Naruto refused to watch movies without popcorn.
“No, that’s fine.” Sasuke kept his eyes trained on the paragraph in front of him, ignoring his body’s urge to turn around and tackle Naruto to the floor.
“Great.” A pause. “Want some popcorn?”
“No, thank you.” Two minutes of near-silence was his while Naruto waited for his popcorn to be done. If Sasuke Uchiha had possessed eyes in the back of his head, he would have seen the mischievous smile on his boyfriend’s face, and he might have run screaming in the other direction. But Naruto was behind him, and Sasuke didn’t have crazy-cool eye powers that would have warned him of what was to come.
“On second thought, I don’t really want to watch a movie anymore.” He reclaimed his chair at the table, holding his bowl of beloved popcorn in one hand. “Would you mind if I stayed in here and rehearsed?” Naruto was a theater major, which was another point against him in the Uchiha clan’s mind - what a disreputable profession. Sasuke, however, thought it suited him perfectly; he didn’t know anyone more outgoing, energetic or at home on a stage than Naruto.
“If you want to stand there and talk to yourself, feel free. I won’t stop you.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you anymore than I already have.”
“Yes, Naruto, I’m sure.”
Naruto could go ahead and ramble on for hours if he wanted. Sasuke had years of practice at tuning him out; it didn’t phase him anymore.
Usually.
“So then it wouldn’t bother you if I talked about how much I wanted to get down on my knees in front of you and suck your dick?” Naruto asked casually, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth and chewing loudly.
“Excuse me?” Sasuke sputtered, eyebrows raising above dark eyes. He could feel a faint blush spread over his cheeks, and not for the first time cursed his oh-so-pale skin. Had Naruto just said what he thought he’d said?
“Or maybe I’d rather bend you over this table and fuck you senseless,” Naruto mused. “Or I could go really slow. Strip you clothes off, get behind you, and slide my dick into you an inch at a time.”
“I thought you were rehearsing,” Sasuke spat out, glaring daggers. A lesser man might have cowered, or ran for his life, but Naruto Uzamaki was made of stronger stuff, and his blue eyes sparkled with humor at his boyfriend’s irritation and embarrassment. He loved fucking with Sasuke; the guy was so uptight all the time. He needed Naruto to introduce some fun into his routine now and then, and this was definitely one of those times. Naruto was well aware of Sasuke’s situation and the necessity of his scholarship; he was part of the reason for it, after all. But he also knew that Sasuke understood this material inside and out, and was studying out of anal retentiveness rather than any true need to review. What he needed was a break, and Naruto was determined to give it to him, one way or another.
“Well, you did tell me to feel free to talk to myself. You did say it wouldn‘t bother you,” Naruto pointed out. “It won’t, will it?” He grinned at Sasuke, and Sasuke saw it for what it was: a challenge.
“Of course not,” Sasuke replied through gritted teeth. He’d be damned if he let this complete and utter moron get the better of him. He hunched over his books, willing himself to get lost in a sea of equations.
“Excellent.” Naruto plucked a single piece of popcorn out of his bowl, holding it between thumb and forefinger. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and placed the piece of popcorn on his tongue, making sure to slo-o-o-owly suck the butter off his fingers in the process. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sasuke’s gaze flicker between him and the textbooks when Sasuke thought he wasn’t looking.
“Did you know,” Naruto began, repeating his popcorn trick, “that even as beautiful as you are, you’re even more beautiful with your mouth wrapped around my cock?” Sasuke bent his head lower, scribbling notes furiously. “I mean, nothing gets me as hot as watching the head of my dick slip between those pale pink lips of yours.”
“Damn.” Sasuke frowned at his work, picked up an eraser and began erasing almost the entire page he’d been working on. He’d somehow managed to do the whole equation backwards.
“Of course, as much as I enjoy you sucking my dick, getting fucked by you is pretty amazing, too.” Sasuke erased his paper harder. “Laying there on my back, watching you climb between my legs, the feel of you pushing inside me and filling me up…” Naruto trailed off, watching the intensity with which Sasuke attacked his paper, eraser clenched between white-knuckled fingers. Naruto didn’t think there was ever a piece of paper that had been erased as forcefully as this one. “It gets me hard just thinking about it.”
“Fuck!” Sasuke slammed the eraser down, snatched the paper up and crumpled it before chucking it across the room. It wasn’t any good to him now - he’d erased a hole through it.
Naruto smirked, moving his chair around the table until he was sitting next to Sasuke. He slouched down, closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting his fingers trail up and down his stomach. He could feel Sasuke’s gaze on him, knew that Sasuke’s eyes were trained on the growing bulge in his pants. Maybe I should really give him something to look at. He moved his hand to the waistband of his jeans, flicking open the button and drawing down the zipper. In a stroke of luck, tomorrow was laundry day, and he’d run out of clean boxers the day before, so today he was going without.
He cracked one eye open - Sasuke was frozen in place, staring at the tabletop, hands clenched in fists on his thighs. He eased one hand into his pants, exposing himself to the air, grinning when he saw Sasuke’s eye twitch in his direction. He grasped the base of his erection and began to stroke himself while naming all of the places he had fucked Sasuke.
“The gym showers were fun,” he began, settling into a languid, relaxed rhythm. “So was the copy room at the campus library - I still can’t believe we didn’t get caught.” Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, studies long forgotten, and concentrated on not jumping Naruto. If he broke on this, he’d never hear the end of it.
“And the balcony at Sakura’s apartment, when we were watering her plants for her?” Naruto continued, a little breathless. “Oh, and the roof of the dining hall! I still think that cute guy from your French class was watching us.” Naruto began moving his hand faster, watching delightedly as Sasuke dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. He thought he heard a faint “must not look” being repeated over and over. Naruto stood up, moving forward to stand right next to Sasuke, and began stroking himself even faster, using one hand to brace himself against the table.
“The biochem lab. The parking lot.” Naruto swallowed, his voice a bit strained. “Center stage after my rehearsal last week. The elevator in the main office building. The bathroom at that bar. Kakashi's kitchen coun- AHH!” With a groan, Naruto pumped his hand one last time before his orgasm exploded - all over the side of Sasuke's face.
Naruto staggered, catching himself on the side of the table, taking a minute to catch his breath and get his head straight. When he finally looked back at Sasuke, he realized his boyfriend hadn't moved a inch. He couldn't tell if Sasuke was pissed or just stunned - although, Naruto had to admit, he looked fucking hot with come smeared across his cheek.
“Sasuke? You okay?”
Slowly, Sasuke opened his eyes, staring straight ahead. He very deliberately pushed himself up from the table, and Naruto gasped when he saw the wet spot that had spread across the front of Sasuke's jeans.
“If you'll excuse me,” Sasuke said grimly, “I need to go clean up.”