Inappropriate [R; Naruto/Sasuke]
Title: Inappropriate
Author: worblehat
Genre: Naruto
Paring: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: R
Notes: Written for prompt_a_day: Sometimes you have to grope. Unbeta'd.
Word Count: 2,073
Sasuke blinked blearily at Naruto. "What did you just say?"
"I said you'd probably look hot as a girl," Naruto repeated, placing his now-empty beer bottle on the table and reaching for another, popping the top off after a few unsuccessful attempts. He pointed it at Sasuke, sloshing some of the liquid onto Sasuke's pants.
Frowning slightly and wiping at the small dots of wet on him, Sasuke then devoted his efforts to glaring. "It wasn't that I didn't hear you," he clarified, his voice approaching an angry, unamused growl.
"Then why'd you ask me to repeat?" asked Naruto, tilting his head back and chugging down the top of his beer.
"I didn't," Sasuke seethed. Dealing with Orochimaru was almost preferable to listening to Naruto's stupid questions, much less his strange new takes on Sasuke's gender. He forced himself to keep calm, ignoring the alcohol's warmth coursing through his veins, urging him to hit Naruto as hard as possible - not through the stomach, since that would likely unleash a reaction right into Sasuke's lap, and he'd had enough spills there for the night.
"I'm male for a reason, Naruto," he continued, his voice calmer.
Naruto waved this away, as if it were of no importance. Before Sasuke could think to retort, the blond was already speaking: "S'not that you don't make a good guy," he explained. "More like..." He frowned, looking over to consider Sasuke thoroughly. Shrugging, he laughed nervously. "You'd look good either way."
He'd planned to ignore this comment completely, until he heard Naruto mutter, "...Be nice to see you as a girl, though. Just once."
It must be the alcohol, though Sasuke, as he concentrated. He had to poke Naruto several times before the other turned to look at him, mouth dropping at the perfect henge jutsu. The usual Sasuke sat glaring back at him, but with longer hair and curves...
Curves, though Naruto, his mind going blank. It took him several long moments to adjust to the vision, not entirely believing that Sasuke had just transformed for him. When he finally realised that it was Sasuke, crossing his legs slowly - was Sasuke actually being playful? - he frowned. "Nevermind," he said abruptly, going back to his beer.
Anger began to well up within Sasuke once more. It wasn't enough that Naruto had thought about him as a girl; or even that he himself had turned into one, out of a mild curiosity for Naruto's reaction: but now he was being completely dismissed. He didn't stop to wonder if this is how girls had felt when he'd stared at them blankly in Konoha, wondering why they were bothering talking to him when he was just going to forget them five minutes after they left.
He felt...insulted. Resuming his natural state, Sasuke reached down, concentrating chakra into his hand before punching down hard on Naruto's left knee.
"SONOFABITCH!" yelled Naruto, his words slurring.
Huffing, Sasuke turned away, reaching delicately for his own beer and polishing it off, immediately regretting his hasty action as he felt the alcohol rising even faster into his cheeks.
"What was that for?" grumbled the blond.
"For being an idiot," Sasuke grumbled back.
Naruto frowned. "How was I an idiot? I said I liked you better as a boy!"
"After all that talk about wondering how I'd look as a girl..." Sasuke knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't stop feeling as if he'd just been slighted somehow. It had been an awkward night to begin with, getting drunk with Sakura and Naruto by chance; but things kept getting increasingly odd and he didn't like it.
"You make a really pretty girl, Sasuke," said Naruto earnestly, his knee bumping gently against Sasuke's.
"Shut up."
"Honest!" The blue eyes were fixed on Sasuke, a warm hand shaking the knee so close to his own. "I just wanted to see because..."
Though he strained to hear, Sasuke couldn't make out the rest of Naruto's sentence. "Stop muttering," he commanded, taking note of the hand on his knee, taking no action to move it.
"...'S not important," Naruto said hurriedly.
Waiting patiently, neither spoke - Sasuke allowing Naruto to drain his bottle some more before pulling it away and grabbing Naruto's wrist instead, gripping it tightly. "What were you going to say?" he asked emphatically.
"Nothing! Let me go."
"Naruto."
A softer growl came from Naruto's lips before he pouted, pulling back from Sasuke. "Fine, bastard. You want to know what I said?" He sat up a little, though he refused to meet dark eyes completely. Casting a wary eye towards Sakura's passed out form on the table, he sighed, hoping she wasn't secretly listening. "You're...pretty, Sasuke," he said, a blush that had nothing to do with alcohol spreading across his cheeks. "I thought if I saw you as a girl, I'd see why I started having those thoughts about y-"
"What thoughts?" interrupted Sasuke. Realisation slid up his spine into his thoughts; chased by reality, that screamed against such a thing even being possible...
"...Uh," said Naruto, suddenly looking extremely uncomfortable. He gestured vaguely. "You know. 'Thoughts.'" Laughing nervously, he brought up one hand to scratch awkwardly at his neck. "Even you have to think about sex at least once in a while..."
"..."
"...Right?" Naruto prompted, looking at him, his blue eyes blazing, looking more intense with the effect of the alcohol.
Sasuke snorted. "Not of you as a girl." Shit, he thought to himself. He'd meant to say no. He hoped like hell that Naruto wouldn't catch the minor slip-up.
Misfortune was strong that day as Naruto blinked, leaning closer. "But you do think about...that?"
"I have to go."
He was prepared when the blond attempted to knock him off his feet as he stood, blocking the leg beneath. Naruto, however, seemed prepared for this and in a maneuver Sasuke couldn't quite see in time - for which he blamed the alcohol later - Naruto ended up in his lap, hands firm on his shoulders.
"Do you ever think about me?"
Sasuke bristled. There was absolutely no way in hell he was going to answer that question, especially not to Naruto directly. He'd admitted it once to Juugo, which Suigetsu had somehow overheard and spent every night teasing Sasuke about, especially when Karin was within earshot.
"No," he lied. "Never."
Naruto's nose crinkled in thought. One of his hands rose to Sasuke's neck, touching the pulse point for a few seconds before his lips got closer, breath exhaling warmly against Sasuke's. "I think you're lying," he whispered, smiling.
"I don't care," Sasuke lied again, willing Naruto move, not wanting to give into the familiar heat spreading from the center of his stomach outward, blood rushing down to...
"Get off me," he demanded, feeling panic begin to grip him; but Naruto's hands were faster, holding him down, hips rising then sliding tight on top of his.
"Sasuke." He couldn't ever remember Naruto hearing him say his name like that - so raw and low and guttural; Sasuke stilled immediately. "How many times have you thought of me like that?"
Sasuke closed his eyes. Naruto's lips were just above his cheek, his breathing shallow. "I lost count," he answered quietly.
The smirk above was almost tangible, and as much as he wanted to pull away, Sasuke couldn't. "Pervert," muttered Naruto happily before pressing his lips forward, against Sasuke's, kissing him sweetly and happily and messily - until Sasuke kissed back, tongue slipping calmly inside Naruto's mouth before the friction at his groin as they began to rock against each other turned his kisses hungrier, tongue searching ruthlessly for response.
Sasuke's head felt fuzzy as Naruto's fingers clawed at the purple rope around his waist, sliding down faster than he'd expected to wrap around his length. His hips pushed up into the touch, his usual reserved nature washed away easily with the way Naruto was biting into his lower lip and the alcohol still purring its way down his spine, making him feel agreeable to almost anything.
- until someone snored and he stopped immediately, looking over Naruto's shoulder at Sakura's sleeping, slumped-over form.
"I'm not sure she's actually asl-"
"Sasuke," Naruto said again, in that voice Sasuke was now completely certain he'd never heard before. An insistent, tan hand shot out to meet Sasuke's, pulling his palm along the orange material just covering Naruto's own erection. "We aren't stopping," he stated, daring Sasuke to disagree.
Instead, Sasuke pulled them to the floor. Naruto's clothes were easier to pull off than his own, though perhaps that was because his hands shook slightly, still disbelieving in some part of his brain that the dream he'd had a few times since leaving Konoha was actually taking place: Naruto above him, cock sliding easily against his own as he grinded downward. Everything seemed to speed as soon as their bodies connected; and while Sasuke could remember it all more vividly than he would recount later, he couldn't stop the shock of Naruto's body pushing down as he entered the blond, biting down on his lip as he gripped Naruto's hips as best he could and pushed up.
Nothing he could remember had felt as good as those first few thrusts. The tight, hot feeling around him as Naruto's body adjusted quickly was something he couldn't get enough of, driving himself deeper - always seeking to push in further, to bury himself far inside before letting go completely. Naruto's hands on his chest as he steadied himself were warm and bruised as Sasuke angled differently, enjoying the wet slide of their bodies, his own slamming hard, harder inside - before coming with a long, low groan, opening his eyes when Naruto demanded it to see him stroking quick and fast before shots of white sprayed against his stomach. The little bit of resistance he'd held onto crumbled, and his groans turned into hissed utterances of Naruto's name; his cock filling Naruto in thick, hot bursts, the feeling of release sweeter than anything Sasuke had ever managed on his own.
Neither moved, both boys gasping slightly, Naruto falling forward, resting partly on top of Sasuke's chest, kissing it clumsily. "I don't think any of my wet dreams will be able to compare with that," he chuckled, the sound reverberating low in Sasuke's consciousness; he hid a smile as he turned his head, pressing a soft kiss atop the soft, bright head.
Naruto raised himself on his arms, looking down at Sasuke; their bodies still connected, Sasuke not wanting to pull out. The blue eyes were serious, and vulnerable as he prepared to speak. "Sasuke, I -"
"Oh god," moaned an annoyed voice from the table. "You're not going to have sex again, are you?" Sakura shifted, trying to keep her eyes closed: it hurt less that way. "There's only so long I can pretend to be asleep, you know."
"Uh..." Naruto laughed nervously. "Sorry about that, Saku-" He stopped when his eyes met Sasuke's death glare. "I...think I'll just get my clothes then..."
Sasuke's hand shot out, restraining Naruto. "I didn't realise voyeurism agreed so well with you, Sakura," he said out loud, directing his comment to the pink head at the table.
Sakura huffed, then stood, swooning slightly. "I'm going to go find Sai before I throw up."
"Sakura."
She stopped, her hand automatically reaching for the small, plastic square thrown her way; face flushing dark as the words "ribbed for her pleasure" registered in her brain. She tucked it away and turned, flipping the bird at Sasuke over her shoulder and slamming the door behind her.
"I don't think she likes you as much anymore," said Naruto cautiously.
Sasuke shrugged. He reached for Naruto, kissing him softly on the mouth, embarrassed at the gesture as soon as he'd made it; it wasn't like him to be anything remotely resembling tender, but right now...
"...Maybe it's for the best," Naruto continued, as if there hadn't been a break in conversation.
"Probably," agreed Sasuke, pulling Naruto closer, willing the warmth and closeness to sink into his bones - enough to carry over when he left the next morning, stepping back into his past: his world cold, set and distant.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Naruto
Paring: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: R
Notes: Written for prompt_a_day: Sometimes you have to grope. Unbeta'd.
Word Count: 2,073
Sasuke blinked blearily at Naruto. "What did you just say?"
"I said you'd probably look hot as a girl," Naruto repeated, placing his now-empty beer bottle on the table and reaching for another, popping the top off after a few unsuccessful attempts. He pointed it at Sasuke, sloshing some of the liquid onto Sasuke's pants.
Frowning slightly and wiping at the small dots of wet on him, Sasuke then devoted his efforts to glaring. "It wasn't that I didn't hear you," he clarified, his voice approaching an angry, unamused growl.
"Then why'd you ask me to repeat?" asked Naruto, tilting his head back and chugging down the top of his beer.
"I didn't," Sasuke seethed. Dealing with Orochimaru was almost preferable to listening to Naruto's stupid questions, much less his strange new takes on Sasuke's gender. He forced himself to keep calm, ignoring the alcohol's warmth coursing through his veins, urging him to hit Naruto as hard as possible - not through the stomach, since that would likely unleash a reaction right into Sasuke's lap, and he'd had enough spills there for the night.
"I'm male for a reason, Naruto," he continued, his voice calmer.
Naruto waved this away, as if it were of no importance. Before Sasuke could think to retort, the blond was already speaking: "S'not that you don't make a good guy," he explained. "More like..." He frowned, looking over to consider Sasuke thoroughly. Shrugging, he laughed nervously. "You'd look good either way."
He'd planned to ignore this comment completely, until he heard Naruto mutter, "...Be nice to see you as a girl, though. Just once."
It must be the alcohol, though Sasuke, as he concentrated. He had to poke Naruto several times before the other turned to look at him, mouth dropping at the perfect henge jutsu. The usual Sasuke sat glaring back at him, but with longer hair and curves...
Curves, though Naruto, his mind going blank. It took him several long moments to adjust to the vision, not entirely believing that Sasuke had just transformed for him. When he finally realised that it was Sasuke, crossing his legs slowly - was Sasuke actually being playful? - he frowned. "Nevermind," he said abruptly, going back to his beer.
Anger began to well up within Sasuke once more. It wasn't enough that Naruto had thought about him as a girl; or even that he himself had turned into one, out of a mild curiosity for Naruto's reaction: but now he was being completely dismissed. He didn't stop to wonder if this is how girls had felt when he'd stared at them blankly in Konoha, wondering why they were bothering talking to him when he was just going to forget them five minutes after they left.
He felt...insulted. Resuming his natural state, Sasuke reached down, concentrating chakra into his hand before punching down hard on Naruto's left knee.
"SONOFABITCH!" yelled Naruto, his words slurring.
Huffing, Sasuke turned away, reaching delicately for his own beer and polishing it off, immediately regretting his hasty action as he felt the alcohol rising even faster into his cheeks.
"What was that for?" grumbled the blond.
"For being an idiot," Sasuke grumbled back.
Naruto frowned. "How was I an idiot? I said I liked you better as a boy!"
"After all that talk about wondering how I'd look as a girl..." Sasuke knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't stop feeling as if he'd just been slighted somehow. It had been an awkward night to begin with, getting drunk with Sakura and Naruto by chance; but things kept getting increasingly odd and he didn't like it.
"You make a really pretty girl, Sasuke," said Naruto earnestly, his knee bumping gently against Sasuke's.
"Shut up."
"Honest!" The blue eyes were fixed on Sasuke, a warm hand shaking the knee so close to his own. "I just wanted to see because..."
Though he strained to hear, Sasuke couldn't make out the rest of Naruto's sentence. "Stop muttering," he commanded, taking note of the hand on his knee, taking no action to move it.
"...'S not important," Naruto said hurriedly.
Waiting patiently, neither spoke - Sasuke allowing Naruto to drain his bottle some more before pulling it away and grabbing Naruto's wrist instead, gripping it tightly. "What were you going to say?" he asked emphatically.
"Nothing! Let me go."
"Naruto."
A softer growl came from Naruto's lips before he pouted, pulling back from Sasuke. "Fine, bastard. You want to know what I said?" He sat up a little, though he refused to meet dark eyes completely. Casting a wary eye towards Sakura's passed out form on the table, he sighed, hoping she wasn't secretly listening. "You're...pretty, Sasuke," he said, a blush that had nothing to do with alcohol spreading across his cheeks. "I thought if I saw you as a girl, I'd see why I started having those thoughts about y-"
"What thoughts?" interrupted Sasuke. Realisation slid up his spine into his thoughts; chased by reality, that screamed against such a thing even being possible...
"...Uh," said Naruto, suddenly looking extremely uncomfortable. He gestured vaguely. "You know. 'Thoughts.'" Laughing nervously, he brought up one hand to scratch awkwardly at his neck. "Even you have to think about sex at least once in a while..."
"..."
"...Right?" Naruto prompted, looking at him, his blue eyes blazing, looking more intense with the effect of the alcohol.
Sasuke snorted. "Not of you as a girl." Shit, he thought to himself. He'd meant to say no. He hoped like hell that Naruto wouldn't catch the minor slip-up.
Misfortune was strong that day as Naruto blinked, leaning closer. "But you do think about...that?"
"I have to go."
He was prepared when the blond attempted to knock him off his feet as he stood, blocking the leg beneath. Naruto, however, seemed prepared for this and in a maneuver Sasuke couldn't quite see in time - for which he blamed the alcohol later - Naruto ended up in his lap, hands firm on his shoulders.
"Do you ever think about me?"
Sasuke bristled. There was absolutely no way in hell he was going to answer that question, especially not to Naruto directly. He'd admitted it once to Juugo, which Suigetsu had somehow overheard and spent every night teasing Sasuke about, especially when Karin was within earshot.
"No," he lied. "Never."
Naruto's nose crinkled in thought. One of his hands rose to Sasuke's neck, touching the pulse point for a few seconds before his lips got closer, breath exhaling warmly against Sasuke's. "I think you're lying," he whispered, smiling.
"I don't care," Sasuke lied again, willing Naruto move, not wanting to give into the familiar heat spreading from the center of his stomach outward, blood rushing down to...
"Get off me," he demanded, feeling panic begin to grip him; but Naruto's hands were faster, holding him down, hips rising then sliding tight on top of his.
"Sasuke." He couldn't ever remember Naruto hearing him say his name like that - so raw and low and guttural; Sasuke stilled immediately. "How many times have you thought of me like that?"
Sasuke closed his eyes. Naruto's lips were just above his cheek, his breathing shallow. "I lost count," he answered quietly.
The smirk above was almost tangible, and as much as he wanted to pull away, Sasuke couldn't. "Pervert," muttered Naruto happily before pressing his lips forward, against Sasuke's, kissing him sweetly and happily and messily - until Sasuke kissed back, tongue slipping calmly inside Naruto's mouth before the friction at his groin as they began to rock against each other turned his kisses hungrier, tongue searching ruthlessly for response.
Sasuke's head felt fuzzy as Naruto's fingers clawed at the purple rope around his waist, sliding down faster than he'd expected to wrap around his length. His hips pushed up into the touch, his usual reserved nature washed away easily with the way Naruto was biting into his lower lip and the alcohol still purring its way down his spine, making him feel agreeable to almost anything.
- until someone snored and he stopped immediately, looking over Naruto's shoulder at Sakura's sleeping, slumped-over form.
"I'm not sure she's actually asl-"
"Sasuke," Naruto said again, in that voice Sasuke was now completely certain he'd never heard before. An insistent, tan hand shot out to meet Sasuke's, pulling his palm along the orange material just covering Naruto's own erection. "We aren't stopping," he stated, daring Sasuke to disagree.
Instead, Sasuke pulled them to the floor. Naruto's clothes were easier to pull off than his own, though perhaps that was because his hands shook slightly, still disbelieving in some part of his brain that the dream he'd had a few times since leaving Konoha was actually taking place: Naruto above him, cock sliding easily against his own as he grinded downward. Everything seemed to speed as soon as their bodies connected; and while Sasuke could remember it all more vividly than he would recount later, he couldn't stop the shock of Naruto's body pushing down as he entered the blond, biting down on his lip as he gripped Naruto's hips as best he could and pushed up.
Nothing he could remember had felt as good as those first few thrusts. The tight, hot feeling around him as Naruto's body adjusted quickly was something he couldn't get enough of, driving himself deeper - always seeking to push in further, to bury himself far inside before letting go completely. Naruto's hands on his chest as he steadied himself were warm and bruised as Sasuke angled differently, enjoying the wet slide of their bodies, his own slamming hard, harder inside - before coming with a long, low groan, opening his eyes when Naruto demanded it to see him stroking quick and fast before shots of white sprayed against his stomach. The little bit of resistance he'd held onto crumbled, and his groans turned into hissed utterances of Naruto's name; his cock filling Naruto in thick, hot bursts, the feeling of release sweeter than anything Sasuke had ever managed on his own.
Neither moved, both boys gasping slightly, Naruto falling forward, resting partly on top of Sasuke's chest, kissing it clumsily. "I don't think any of my wet dreams will be able to compare with that," he chuckled, the sound reverberating low in Sasuke's consciousness; he hid a smile as he turned his head, pressing a soft kiss atop the soft, bright head.
Naruto raised himself on his arms, looking down at Sasuke; their bodies still connected, Sasuke not wanting to pull out. The blue eyes were serious, and vulnerable as he prepared to speak. "Sasuke, I -"
"Oh god," moaned an annoyed voice from the table. "You're not going to have sex again, are you?" Sakura shifted, trying to keep her eyes closed: it hurt less that way. "There's only so long I can pretend to be asleep, you know."
"Uh..." Naruto laughed nervously. "Sorry about that, Saku-" He stopped when his eyes met Sasuke's death glare. "I...think I'll just get my clothes then..."
Sasuke's hand shot out, restraining Naruto. "I didn't realise voyeurism agreed so well with you, Sakura," he said out loud, directing his comment to the pink head at the table.
Sakura huffed, then stood, swooning slightly. "I'm going to go find Sai before I throw up."
"Sakura."
She stopped, her hand automatically reaching for the small, plastic square thrown her way; face flushing dark as the words "ribbed for her pleasure" registered in her brain. She tucked it away and turned, flipping the bird at Sasuke over her shoulder and slamming the door behind her.
"I don't think she likes you as much anymore," said Naruto cautiously.
Sasuke shrugged. He reached for Naruto, kissing him softly on the mouth, embarrassed at the gesture as soon as he'd made it; it wasn't like him to be anything remotely resembling tender, but right now...
"...Maybe it's for the best," Naruto continued, as if there hadn't been a break in conversation.
"Probably," agreed Sasuke, pulling Naruto closer, willing the warmth and closeness to sink into his bones - enough to carry over when he left the next morning, stepping back into his past: his world cold, set and distant.