For: Community
Author: _emewd_
For: Community
Title: Rebel
Rating: R
Summary: Smoking and having angry sex is so much better than going to math class.
Warnings: PWP, teenagers smoking, skipping school and having sex. Rope bondage. Humiliation.
A/N: N/A
Mod note: Reminder for the author/artist of this submission, please do not reply to comments signed in, if you want to reply anon commenting is enabled.
Rebel
The bell rings. The fourteen-year-old drags his feet and whines loudly, not wanting to go to class. He fusses with his uniform, popping the starched white collar of his dress shirt. A seventeen-year-old slams into him, headed to his own math class. “Damn it, Naruto,” he roars. “Hey, watch it!” Naruto shouts. Both students glare at each other. Before a punch can be thrown, a teacher rushes by and snaps at them to go to class. They sneer at her back, unmoving. “Fuck you, Sasuke,” Naruto growls, pawing through his black backpack for the ever-present, always-illicit pack of cigarettes. Sasuke smirks. “I could report you for those, you know. Then you’d get kicked off the soccer team and suspended. You’d lose your chance at the soccer scholarship.”
Naruto narrows his eyes and fishes a lighter from his backpack. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass freshman who are better at soccer than you? I’m goalie, anyway, and get more credit for it. Go hang out with the other juniors, the other overachievers, the law-abiding class valedictiorians who are so deep in the closet-” Sasuke lunges forward and lifts Naruto up slightly by the cloth of his shirt, his shoulders, and slams him into the lockers. “Shut up,” he hisses, face inches away from Naruto’s. Naruto shoves him. They both fall to the floor. “And there can only be one valedictorian per class.”
“Tell me when I should start caring.”
Another bell rings, indicating class has started. The halls are empty and so quiet. No one would see them if they started a fight. They’d be heard, though. Naruto retrieves his cigarettes and the lighter. “Why are you still here?”
“Why are you still here?” Silence weighs down on the two. Sasuke’s gaze travels over Naruto’s body. “You like what you see, Sasuke?” Naruto grins impishly and runs a finger under his collar. “Wipe that smirk off your face or I’ll punch it off for you,” Sasuke clenches his fists, blushing. “I didn’t know you liked it rough,” Naruto remarks nonchalantly. Pretending to be tired of the situation already, Naruto walks down the hall and out the school’s main doors. It was always the same between them. Closeted soccer player, admired junior, advanced student, harassing the openly gay one, the freshman not caring about his classes, not even wanting to get into college. Why did Sasuke waste his time on Naruto? And why did Naruto let him? He shakes his head and hurries his pace. Sasuke hurries to follow, close behind him, determined not to let such an idiot have the last word.
“You couldn’t handle half of what I’d give you,” he snarls. Oh, shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. Why did he keep wasting his time on Naruto? And why was Naruto letting him? Naruto exhales cigarette smoke in Sasuke’s face and takes another drag on the cigarette. Sasuke coughs, irritated by the smoke, Naruto’s attitude…hell, everything about the situation was grating his nerves. Fuck. “It’s pointless for you to do that anyway.” Nice, Sasuke. “I know the risks of smoking.” He does pay attention to the warnings on the cigarette boxes. He does it to distract store clerks so he could simply act curious about cigarettes. Somehow, they are always stupid enough to fall for it, barely glancing at the fake ID and more at the cash in his hand. Naruto knows that if he doesn’t stop smoking by next year, he won’t be able to play soccer anymore thanks to failing lungs. He’ll stop smoking….eventually.
“Really. Wouldn’t think a guy like you would pay attention in health class.” Ah, but who said anything about health class? Naruto rarely paid attention. He knows smoking risks to fool store clerks. Sasuke won’t care if Naruto tells him that. Why hasn’t he grabbed the pack from Naruto’s hand and called the cops already or something? It’s illegal for a teenager to smoke, after all. Naruto finishes the cigarette and flicks the remains onto the asphalt with the rest of the ash. He grinds the stub further into the asphalt with his soft-soled tennis shoes. Stupid dress code. It’s pointless. Naruto hates wearing the school’s uniform. “You gonna report me for littering, too?” he challenges. Sasuke won’t.
Sasuke’s laughter is sudden, sarcastic. More like a dog barking than a human laughing. How disturbing. The most popular guy in school has a creepy laugh. Too bad he doesn’t have creepy looks to go with that laugh. No, he just has to be good-looking. Good-looking enough to appeal to everyone, enough so that some students are questioning their sexuality. “You’re wasting my time. Cut this shit out. We’ll have sex with each other, then never even think about each other again. Happy, Naruto? I admitted it. That’s the closest I’ll ever get to coming out of the closet.”
“Sure thing, princess. Your place or mine?” So that’s why Sasuke has been wasting his time on Naruto. And why Naruto is letting him do it. Hidden under the anger and the rivalry, the envy and the scorn, is attraction no matter how hard they both fight it. This is just to resolve the sexual tension, with a gender-oriented insult to accompany it. Naruto can deal with this whole thing easily. Sasuke’s eye twitches at the insult, and he barely resists the urge to pummel Naruto into the ground. “Mine, and you will be put into your place for saying that.” Naruto laughs. That’s his most serious threat? Wow. Naruto expected the threat of a beating or something. Then again, they are planning sex. Sasuke will probably just talk a little bit dirty to Naruto. It’s not like a guy like Sasuke could successfully humiliate someone, especially during sex. Wow.
Sasuke’s bedroom, like the rest of his house, is big, cold and empty. He moves quickly, quietly. They have agreed on a scene, negotiated and chosen a safeword. Sasuke took a condom and some heating lubricant from his brother Itachi’s room. Narutor tries not to think about that. He tries to think instead about how a lot of guys have to essentially be threatened into safe sex (at least the guys Naruto has been with), and to Sasuke, it’s just an automatic thing. He tries not to think about the feeling in his stomach, how he’s nervous. Not uncomfortable. Both of them have completely consented to what’s going on and have emphatically agreed that it’s completely a one-time thing. Naruto is still nervous. It’s not every day he’s tied up, much less by Sasuke Uchiha. He breathes deeply.
They undress in silence. Naruto rushes haphazardly out of his clothes. Sasuke folds his neatly and piles the garments on top of one another. The two students look at each others’ bodies. Toned from playing so much soccer, all that running and the mandatory workouts. Sasuke’s chest is broader than Naruto’s. Naruto has more muscle. He doesn’t have any typical signs of puberty except for the hair. No crackly, squeaky voice. No acne, no blemishes. Nothing. Sasuke isn’t vain. He just doesn’t like having so many blemishes on his back and face. It’s not vanity. Really. His voice has already deepened completely. He likes to think he’s finished puberty, but he’s not stupid. Ugh. He feels like an hephebephile for some reason. Then again, he’s about to fuck a fourteen-year-old. Then again, they’re both going through puberty. He needs to stop thinking about this and just have sex.
A hank of rope, regular, nondescript white rope, is coiled carefully and hidden away in one of the lower drawers in Sasuke’s desk. So he’s a bondage freak too. Who’d have thought. Then again, with how uptight he is…Naruto breathes deeply again as Sasuke straightens up and closes the drawer. “Come here. Closer. You idiot, we’re about to get a lot more intimate. Come here. Good. Was that so difficult?” The house is completely empty. Intimate. Did he have to use a word like that? Damn. No one will hear them. Naruto suspects no one is even wondering where they are, that they’ve simply been marked as ‘absent’ in their classes and that the classes have continued on as normal. He’s skipped school to do this. Why does that feel so weird? Maybe because of who it’s with. Naruto glares at Sasuke. “Ready?” Naruto nods. Sasuke undoes the tie that holds the rope together carefully and uncoils some of it. He ties knots around Naruto as he unravels the rope.
His hands move deftly, quickly, softly over Naruto, guiding the rope carefully, confidently. He ties good, strong square knots. Lark knots would send the wrong message and surgeons’ knots would be a waste of time. Knots first around the knees, then on the back of the upper thights. The knots aren’t necessarily big bulky ones, but they’re noticeable. They’re there. The rope slips slightly as Sasuke loops some around Naruto’s waist. Sasuke pulls it taut, earning a hiss from Naruto. The rope is chafing his skin. Good. “Hold still.” Naruto’s squirming is making this take longer. He presses a length of rope flat against Naruto’s chest, from his navel to the center of his chest. Or he tries to. The rope slips again. Damn it. Naruto catches it and holds it to his chest, helping Sasuke. They both pretend they just want this over with. Sasuke wraps some rope around Naruto’s biceps. He can’t help but notice how well-developed they are. No wonder he can punch Sasuke so hard. Sasuke finishes by tying a knot in the rope along Naruto’s back, close to Naruto’s left shoulder.
This should be simple. Honestly, how long can the sex take? A few minutes at most. More time will have been spent tying Naruto up than actually fucking him. Hopefully Sasuke will untie Naruto as carefully as he tied him. Naruto doesn’t want any chafe marks from this. Chafe marks. Is there another word for it? Why is he thinking about that? Sasuke cares about that kind of thing, what word to use. He’s probably the type to just do some dirty talk. A guy like him can’t humiliate anyone. But damn, he sure knows how to tie knots…he’s good at rope bondage. Naruto will admit that without even being prodded. And then Sasuke is behind him, pressed against him, breathing hotly on Naruto’s neck. He kisses Naruto’s neck and whispers low in his ear. Naruto shivers. He is so turned on already. How is this even possible? The rope rubs against him. Sasuke is so warm. His hands were so cold. But his chest, the rest of his body is so warm. The parts Naruto can feel, anyway. Maybe it’s just Naruto who is warm, and he’s transferring the warmth-aagh. Do that again. Can he bring himself to say that out loud?
“Tell me how this feels, Naruto. Tell me in detail.” Sasuke’s fingers move underneath the rope at Naruto’s waist. Cold fingers. Cold hands. But his body is so warm. Naruto flinches at the touch of Sasuke’s cold hands trailing lower, then pulling at the rope in different places. Avoiding the knots carefully. “Your hands are cold…the rope chafes…I’m so turned on.” It’s almost like a confession. Emotionally. “Emotionally.” Emotionally, how does he feel? Oh shit. Can Sasuke read his mind? No, that’s crazy. Naruto’s not thinking straight, not thinking with his mind. Definitely not thinking with his mind. Sasuke knows that. Sasuke tugs at one of the knots. Naruto cries out as the rope presses closer to his body. He’ll get blisters. Blisters! That’s the word. Oh, blisters. Oh, man. He won’t be able to run without grimacing in pain for at least a week, or sit down comfortably, for that matter. But it feels so good now. “I know…you’re really closeted. This means something different for me than it does for you.” Sasuke drags his fingernails down Naruto’s back, all the way to the small of his back. They’re not long fingernails. They’re jagged, though. Who knew Sasuke was a nail-biter? Oh, it feels so-
“Do your friends know you do this? Do they know you’re enjoying this? Being tied up, especially by another boy, especially by me? They know you’re gay. But do they know this-” Sasuke blows gently on the scratches. His breath is cold now. Naruto bites his lip, but a muffled groan escapes anyway. “About you?” Wow. Slowly but surely, Sasuke is building up to doing something resembling humiliation. He’s not talking dirty to Naruto. This is his attempt at humiliation. Very good for a guy who doesn’t have a lot of experience, if any, with sexual humiliation. Naruto squirms. “No,” he moans, eyes closed.
Sasuke puts on the condom and puts lubricant on his fingers. Naruto makes a noise of-surprise? Excitement? Sasuke can’t tell. Is he always this weird when someone sticks their fingers in his ass? Is this a common thing among openly gay guys? If so, Sasuke sure as hell doesn’t want to come out of the closet. To anyone. Ever. At all. “Take a deep breath and grit your teeth.” A warning like that comes in useful, Sasuke has learned. Guys tend to appreciate it. “Sasuke, you’re such an arrogant bastard. I’m not a virgin, I-OW.” He expects nothing less than a reaction like that from Naruto. The sex is going to hurt, and not in a good way, for both of them if Naruto doesn’t relax. Even though Sasuke’s going in slowly, Naruto’s not-it’s not working. “Relax. Try to relax. Relax…” Sasuke’s not very good at being encouraging. He’s frustrated. Naruto is trying, though.
Sasuke reaches around and begins to masturbate Naruto in an attempt to help him relax. He knows his hands are cold. He’s put so much lube in. His hands are still slick. Almost there. Naruto’s body is still tense, and he’s breathing so shallow. Nervous. “Breathe, you idiot. I don’t want to give you CPR.” Naruto inhales deeply. “Why, did you forget how to perform it? Or would you just wind up making out with me while I was unconscious? Does that turn you on? Would you bring me back? How long would you wait, Sasuke? How much brain damage would you want to give me before bringing me back?”
“Shut up. You already have brain damage.” But he’s glad Naruto is breathing and insulting him. Naruto is focused on that, and he has relaxed enough. Sasuke matches the speed of his hand with the speed of his hips. Gentle and slow. That’s all either of them can handle. Slow increase of pressure and speed. Naruto breathes heavily, leaning slightly into Sasuke. Sasuke slows his hand’s pace and increases that of his hips. Moments later, he removes his hand from Naruto’s penis and places it on Naruto’s hip. Both hands are holding Naruto’s hips now.
“You like how this feels?” Is that even working? Naruto might be lying. Or something. Why is Sasuke so worried about what an idiot like Naruto is thinking? Probably because he never actually expected to have sex with him. Not that Sasuke will admit to ever actually having fantasized about the loud, immature blond. It’s weird that they even know each other, or talk to one another. The classes aren’t that segregated. It’s just weird that a junior would be around a freshman. Naruto’s right. And somehow, they’re on the same soccer team. Naruto’s an excellent goalie, Sasuke will give him that. That’s why he’s moved up so many levels. That’s why he has such a chance at a soccer scholarship that he’ll never even use. Sasuke is an average soccer player, but a very dedicated student. He has sure chances at even more scholarships, other scholarships. Thinking about this rivalry during sex is stupid. Thinking about sports during it is fairly typical, for Sasuke anyway. Half the guys-no, more like three quarters of the guys-Sasuke gets with just want to have sex with him for bragging rights. Naruto doesn’t seem like that type.
“Yes,” Naruto pants, sweat pouring down his back. It is soaking the ropes slowly, but surely. Sasuke will have to wash it for longer than usual after this. Not only to eliminate evidence that they were together, but because Naruto is really sweating a lot and Sasuke prefers his rope to be dry and clean. It was expensive and tough to get. He prides himself on taking very good care of it. Sasuke goes into Naruto harder. His attention is wavering. Not that the sex is boring. It feels good. Just that Sasuke is thinking too much. It makes the sex go on longer, and Sasuke wants to finish. He has other things he needs to do. Well, he won’t have this opportunity again. And it’s fun to insult Naruto. He did promise he’d put the loudmouth in his place for that insult. Princess. Sasuke is no princess. He didn’t think any of Naruto’s insults could get to him. But that one did. Probably because Sasuke does look feminine. Envy flickers up again. No one could mistake Naruto for a girl. He’s too tall. Too loud. His voice is changing. He talks too much, swears too much and overcompensates in everything.
Sasuke doesn’t. He’s not much of a talker. People do realize he’s a guy when he does say something, though. But his face is heart-shaped. His skin is too smooth. He’s tall, but moves too gracefully. Gracefully! He’s not a dancer. But that’s how he moves. At least he runs like a guy. And he can fight. He fights with Naruto all the time. It’s getting boring and predictable. Too many black eyes. Bloody lips. It’s getting old. Insults, though, are still worth something. Physical injuries can heal, but insults do tend to be memorable if they’re done the right way. Naruto won’t stop moving. Will the knots come undone? Damn it. No, they’re fine. Still. Insults are still worth something…might as well shake Naruto up a little, make him unsure of himself.
“I knew it. You’re a masochist, a bondage freak. You hate it when I hit you, because it hurts, but you like it emotionally because it means I am paying attention to you. It means I am affected by you. I am. But everyone knows you’re a masochist, even a bondage freak. They know from the way you talk, the way you walk and act. You can’t ever hide it. Your desires and how you try to fulfill them indiscriminately, waiting for someone to give you what you need. You’re a slut. People know that. They know all about you. Everyone will always know the truth. Say it, Naruto. Tell the truth. You’re nothing but a masochist slut. And I’m giving you what you’ve needed for so long. Tell me.” Sasuke places his hands on Naruto’s shoulders, doubting that even worked. He fucks him harder, harder…Naruto cries out over and over again in pleasure. And then he does say it. “I’m nothing but a masochist slut,” he finally manages. Sweat pours down both of them. Sasuke bites Naruto’s shoulder to muffle his groan of pleasure as he comes moments later. Naruto’s body tenses completely as Sasuke rides out his orgasm. He comes not long after.
Sasuke pulls away from him, out of him. He removes the condom and, walking on shaky legs, disposes of it in the bathroom wastebasket. He walks back into his room, reaching for his clothes. The two boys dress in silence, putting their school uniforms back on. The black dress pants covering even their ankles, the white shirts with the stiff white collars. Naruto pops his collar often, just to bend the rules. The nondescript soft-soled tennis shoes and the sweatshirts with the school’s name plastered on the front. The white shirts stick to their sweaty backs. The sweatshirts make them too hot. Students again. They have no choice. Naruto picks up his backpack. His hair is messy, his face shining with sweat. He wipes his face with a hand, then wipes his hand on the sweatshirt. His face is flushed. Sasuke’s long hair sticks in tendrils to the back of his neck. Some falls over his shoulder, trailing down his chest. Wet. Hot. Sweaty. Uncomfortable. Breathing heavily. Light-headed. Dizzy, almost. The sex was good for both of them. That is unspoken.
Their eyes meet briefly. Suddenly, that’s it. They can’t look at each other. Dark eyes with a blank, uncaring gaze, like he does this every day. Blue eyes trying not to show regret or guilt that may later blossom. Sasuke knows he’s going to get top drop soon. He wants Naruto out of his room, out of his house, off his property when it happens. They won’t be able to talk through it. Sasuke knows Naruto will get Monday-morning bottom drop. There will be anger, resentment, maybe even sadness, even though Naruto does this kind of thing all the time. It’s different with different people. They affect each other. Things have changed between them, though. Neither will ever admit that.
“This will never happen again.”
“I know.”
For: Community
Title: Rebel
Rating: R
Summary: Smoking and having angry sex is so much better than going to math class.
Warnings: PWP, teenagers smoking, skipping school and having sex. Rope bondage. Humiliation.
A/N: N/A
Mod note: Reminder for the author/artist of this submission, please do not reply to comments signed in, if you want to reply anon commenting is enabled.
Rebel
The bell rings. The fourteen-year-old drags his feet and whines loudly, not wanting to go to class. He fusses with his uniform, popping the starched white collar of his dress shirt. A seventeen-year-old slams into him, headed to his own math class. “Damn it, Naruto,” he roars. “Hey, watch it!” Naruto shouts. Both students glare at each other. Before a punch can be thrown, a teacher rushes by and snaps at them to go to class. They sneer at her back, unmoving. “Fuck you, Sasuke,” Naruto growls, pawing through his black backpack for the ever-present, always-illicit pack of cigarettes. Sasuke smirks. “I could report you for those, you know. Then you’d get kicked off the soccer team and suspended. You’d lose your chance at the soccer scholarship.”
Naruto narrows his eyes and fishes a lighter from his backpack. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass freshman who are better at soccer than you? I’m goalie, anyway, and get more credit for it. Go hang out with the other juniors, the other overachievers, the law-abiding class valedictiorians who are so deep in the closet-” Sasuke lunges forward and lifts Naruto up slightly by the cloth of his shirt, his shoulders, and slams him into the lockers. “Shut up,” he hisses, face inches away from Naruto’s. Naruto shoves him. They both fall to the floor. “And there can only be one valedictorian per class.”
“Tell me when I should start caring.”
Another bell rings, indicating class has started. The halls are empty and so quiet. No one would see them if they started a fight. They’d be heard, though. Naruto retrieves his cigarettes and the lighter. “Why are you still here?”
“Why are you still here?” Silence weighs down on the two. Sasuke’s gaze travels over Naruto’s body. “You like what you see, Sasuke?” Naruto grins impishly and runs a finger under his collar. “Wipe that smirk off your face or I’ll punch it off for you,” Sasuke clenches his fists, blushing. “I didn’t know you liked it rough,” Naruto remarks nonchalantly. Pretending to be tired of the situation already, Naruto walks down the hall and out the school’s main doors. It was always the same between them. Closeted soccer player, admired junior, advanced student, harassing the openly gay one, the freshman not caring about his classes, not even wanting to get into college. Why did Sasuke waste his time on Naruto? And why did Naruto let him? He shakes his head and hurries his pace. Sasuke hurries to follow, close behind him, determined not to let such an idiot have the last word.
“You couldn’t handle half of what I’d give you,” he snarls. Oh, shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. Why did he keep wasting his time on Naruto? And why was Naruto letting him? Naruto exhales cigarette smoke in Sasuke’s face and takes another drag on the cigarette. Sasuke coughs, irritated by the smoke, Naruto’s attitude…hell, everything about the situation was grating his nerves. Fuck. “It’s pointless for you to do that anyway.” Nice, Sasuke. “I know the risks of smoking.” He does pay attention to the warnings on the cigarette boxes. He does it to distract store clerks so he could simply act curious about cigarettes. Somehow, they are always stupid enough to fall for it, barely glancing at the fake ID and more at the cash in his hand. Naruto knows that if he doesn’t stop smoking by next year, he won’t be able to play soccer anymore thanks to failing lungs. He’ll stop smoking….eventually.
“Really. Wouldn’t think a guy like you would pay attention in health class.” Ah, but who said anything about health class? Naruto rarely paid attention. He knows smoking risks to fool store clerks. Sasuke won’t care if Naruto tells him that. Why hasn’t he grabbed the pack from Naruto’s hand and called the cops already or something? It’s illegal for a teenager to smoke, after all. Naruto finishes the cigarette and flicks the remains onto the asphalt with the rest of the ash. He grinds the stub further into the asphalt with his soft-soled tennis shoes. Stupid dress code. It’s pointless. Naruto hates wearing the school’s uniform. “You gonna report me for littering, too?” he challenges. Sasuke won’t.
Sasuke’s laughter is sudden, sarcastic. More like a dog barking than a human laughing. How disturbing. The most popular guy in school has a creepy laugh. Too bad he doesn’t have creepy looks to go with that laugh. No, he just has to be good-looking. Good-looking enough to appeal to everyone, enough so that some students are questioning their sexuality. “You’re wasting my time. Cut this shit out. We’ll have sex with each other, then never even think about each other again. Happy, Naruto? I admitted it. That’s the closest I’ll ever get to coming out of the closet.”
“Sure thing, princess. Your place or mine?” So that’s why Sasuke has been wasting his time on Naruto. And why Naruto is letting him do it. Hidden under the anger and the rivalry, the envy and the scorn, is attraction no matter how hard they both fight it. This is just to resolve the sexual tension, with a gender-oriented insult to accompany it. Naruto can deal with this whole thing easily. Sasuke’s eye twitches at the insult, and he barely resists the urge to pummel Naruto into the ground. “Mine, and you will be put into your place for saying that.” Naruto laughs. That’s his most serious threat? Wow. Naruto expected the threat of a beating or something. Then again, they are planning sex. Sasuke will probably just talk a little bit dirty to Naruto. It’s not like a guy like Sasuke could successfully humiliate someone, especially during sex. Wow.
Sasuke’s bedroom, like the rest of his house, is big, cold and empty. He moves quickly, quietly. They have agreed on a scene, negotiated and chosen a safeword. Sasuke took a condom and some heating lubricant from his brother Itachi’s room. Narutor tries not to think about that. He tries to think instead about how a lot of guys have to essentially be threatened into safe sex (at least the guys Naruto has been with), and to Sasuke, it’s just an automatic thing. He tries not to think about the feeling in his stomach, how he’s nervous. Not uncomfortable. Both of them have completely consented to what’s going on and have emphatically agreed that it’s completely a one-time thing. Naruto is still nervous. It’s not every day he’s tied up, much less by Sasuke Uchiha. He breathes deeply.
They undress in silence. Naruto rushes haphazardly out of his clothes. Sasuke folds his neatly and piles the garments on top of one another. The two students look at each others’ bodies. Toned from playing so much soccer, all that running and the mandatory workouts. Sasuke’s chest is broader than Naruto’s. Naruto has more muscle. He doesn’t have any typical signs of puberty except for the hair. No crackly, squeaky voice. No acne, no blemishes. Nothing. Sasuke isn’t vain. He just doesn’t like having so many blemishes on his back and face. It’s not vanity. Really. His voice has already deepened completely. He likes to think he’s finished puberty, but he’s not stupid. Ugh. He feels like an hephebephile for some reason. Then again, he’s about to fuck a fourteen-year-old. Then again, they’re both going through puberty. He needs to stop thinking about this and just have sex.
A hank of rope, regular, nondescript white rope, is coiled carefully and hidden away in one of the lower drawers in Sasuke’s desk. So he’s a bondage freak too. Who’d have thought. Then again, with how uptight he is…Naruto breathes deeply again as Sasuke straightens up and closes the drawer. “Come here. Closer. You idiot, we’re about to get a lot more intimate. Come here. Good. Was that so difficult?” The house is completely empty. Intimate. Did he have to use a word like that? Damn. No one will hear them. Naruto suspects no one is even wondering where they are, that they’ve simply been marked as ‘absent’ in their classes and that the classes have continued on as normal. He’s skipped school to do this. Why does that feel so weird? Maybe because of who it’s with. Naruto glares at Sasuke. “Ready?” Naruto nods. Sasuke undoes the tie that holds the rope together carefully and uncoils some of it. He ties knots around Naruto as he unravels the rope.
His hands move deftly, quickly, softly over Naruto, guiding the rope carefully, confidently. He ties good, strong square knots. Lark knots would send the wrong message and surgeons’ knots would be a waste of time. Knots first around the knees, then on the back of the upper thights. The knots aren’t necessarily big bulky ones, but they’re noticeable. They’re there. The rope slips slightly as Sasuke loops some around Naruto’s waist. Sasuke pulls it taut, earning a hiss from Naruto. The rope is chafing his skin. Good. “Hold still.” Naruto’s squirming is making this take longer. He presses a length of rope flat against Naruto’s chest, from his navel to the center of his chest. Or he tries to. The rope slips again. Damn it. Naruto catches it and holds it to his chest, helping Sasuke. They both pretend they just want this over with. Sasuke wraps some rope around Naruto’s biceps. He can’t help but notice how well-developed they are. No wonder he can punch Sasuke so hard. Sasuke finishes by tying a knot in the rope along Naruto’s back, close to Naruto’s left shoulder.
This should be simple. Honestly, how long can the sex take? A few minutes at most. More time will have been spent tying Naruto up than actually fucking him. Hopefully Sasuke will untie Naruto as carefully as he tied him. Naruto doesn’t want any chafe marks from this. Chafe marks. Is there another word for it? Why is he thinking about that? Sasuke cares about that kind of thing, what word to use. He’s probably the type to just do some dirty talk. A guy like him can’t humiliate anyone. But damn, he sure knows how to tie knots…he’s good at rope bondage. Naruto will admit that without even being prodded. And then Sasuke is behind him, pressed against him, breathing hotly on Naruto’s neck. He kisses Naruto’s neck and whispers low in his ear. Naruto shivers. He is so turned on already. How is this even possible? The rope rubs against him. Sasuke is so warm. His hands were so cold. But his chest, the rest of his body is so warm. The parts Naruto can feel, anyway. Maybe it’s just Naruto who is warm, and he’s transferring the warmth-aagh. Do that again. Can he bring himself to say that out loud?
“Tell me how this feels, Naruto. Tell me in detail.” Sasuke’s fingers move underneath the rope at Naruto’s waist. Cold fingers. Cold hands. But his body is so warm. Naruto flinches at the touch of Sasuke’s cold hands trailing lower, then pulling at the rope in different places. Avoiding the knots carefully. “Your hands are cold…the rope chafes…I’m so turned on.” It’s almost like a confession. Emotionally. “Emotionally.” Emotionally, how does he feel? Oh shit. Can Sasuke read his mind? No, that’s crazy. Naruto’s not thinking straight, not thinking with his mind. Definitely not thinking with his mind. Sasuke knows that. Sasuke tugs at one of the knots. Naruto cries out as the rope presses closer to his body. He’ll get blisters. Blisters! That’s the word. Oh, blisters. Oh, man. He won’t be able to run without grimacing in pain for at least a week, or sit down comfortably, for that matter. But it feels so good now. “I know…you’re really closeted. This means something different for me than it does for you.” Sasuke drags his fingernails down Naruto’s back, all the way to the small of his back. They’re not long fingernails. They’re jagged, though. Who knew Sasuke was a nail-biter? Oh, it feels so-
“Do your friends know you do this? Do they know you’re enjoying this? Being tied up, especially by another boy, especially by me? They know you’re gay. But do they know this-” Sasuke blows gently on the scratches. His breath is cold now. Naruto bites his lip, but a muffled groan escapes anyway. “About you?” Wow. Slowly but surely, Sasuke is building up to doing something resembling humiliation. He’s not talking dirty to Naruto. This is his attempt at humiliation. Very good for a guy who doesn’t have a lot of experience, if any, with sexual humiliation. Naruto squirms. “No,” he moans, eyes closed.
Sasuke puts on the condom and puts lubricant on his fingers. Naruto makes a noise of-surprise? Excitement? Sasuke can’t tell. Is he always this weird when someone sticks their fingers in his ass? Is this a common thing among openly gay guys? If so, Sasuke sure as hell doesn’t want to come out of the closet. To anyone. Ever. At all. “Take a deep breath and grit your teeth.” A warning like that comes in useful, Sasuke has learned. Guys tend to appreciate it. “Sasuke, you’re such an arrogant bastard. I’m not a virgin, I-OW.” He expects nothing less than a reaction like that from Naruto. The sex is going to hurt, and not in a good way, for both of them if Naruto doesn’t relax. Even though Sasuke’s going in slowly, Naruto’s not-it’s not working. “Relax. Try to relax. Relax…” Sasuke’s not very good at being encouraging. He’s frustrated. Naruto is trying, though.
Sasuke reaches around and begins to masturbate Naruto in an attempt to help him relax. He knows his hands are cold. He’s put so much lube in. His hands are still slick. Almost there. Naruto’s body is still tense, and he’s breathing so shallow. Nervous. “Breathe, you idiot. I don’t want to give you CPR.” Naruto inhales deeply. “Why, did you forget how to perform it? Or would you just wind up making out with me while I was unconscious? Does that turn you on? Would you bring me back? How long would you wait, Sasuke? How much brain damage would you want to give me before bringing me back?”
“Shut up. You already have brain damage.” But he’s glad Naruto is breathing and insulting him. Naruto is focused on that, and he has relaxed enough. Sasuke matches the speed of his hand with the speed of his hips. Gentle and slow. That’s all either of them can handle. Slow increase of pressure and speed. Naruto breathes heavily, leaning slightly into Sasuke. Sasuke slows his hand’s pace and increases that of his hips. Moments later, he removes his hand from Naruto’s penis and places it on Naruto’s hip. Both hands are holding Naruto’s hips now.
“You like how this feels?” Is that even working? Naruto might be lying. Or something. Why is Sasuke so worried about what an idiot like Naruto is thinking? Probably because he never actually expected to have sex with him. Not that Sasuke will admit to ever actually having fantasized about the loud, immature blond. It’s weird that they even know each other, or talk to one another. The classes aren’t that segregated. It’s just weird that a junior would be around a freshman. Naruto’s right. And somehow, they’re on the same soccer team. Naruto’s an excellent goalie, Sasuke will give him that. That’s why he’s moved up so many levels. That’s why he has such a chance at a soccer scholarship that he’ll never even use. Sasuke is an average soccer player, but a very dedicated student. He has sure chances at even more scholarships, other scholarships. Thinking about this rivalry during sex is stupid. Thinking about sports during it is fairly typical, for Sasuke anyway. Half the guys-no, more like three quarters of the guys-Sasuke gets with just want to have sex with him for bragging rights. Naruto doesn’t seem like that type.
“Yes,” Naruto pants, sweat pouring down his back. It is soaking the ropes slowly, but surely. Sasuke will have to wash it for longer than usual after this. Not only to eliminate evidence that they were together, but because Naruto is really sweating a lot and Sasuke prefers his rope to be dry and clean. It was expensive and tough to get. He prides himself on taking very good care of it. Sasuke goes into Naruto harder. His attention is wavering. Not that the sex is boring. It feels good. Just that Sasuke is thinking too much. It makes the sex go on longer, and Sasuke wants to finish. He has other things he needs to do. Well, he won’t have this opportunity again. And it’s fun to insult Naruto. He did promise he’d put the loudmouth in his place for that insult. Princess. Sasuke is no princess. He didn’t think any of Naruto’s insults could get to him. But that one did. Probably because Sasuke does look feminine. Envy flickers up again. No one could mistake Naruto for a girl. He’s too tall. Too loud. His voice is changing. He talks too much, swears too much and overcompensates in everything.
Sasuke doesn’t. He’s not much of a talker. People do realize he’s a guy when he does say something, though. But his face is heart-shaped. His skin is too smooth. He’s tall, but moves too gracefully. Gracefully! He’s not a dancer. But that’s how he moves. At least he runs like a guy. And he can fight. He fights with Naruto all the time. It’s getting boring and predictable. Too many black eyes. Bloody lips. It’s getting old. Insults, though, are still worth something. Physical injuries can heal, but insults do tend to be memorable if they’re done the right way. Naruto won’t stop moving. Will the knots come undone? Damn it. No, they’re fine. Still. Insults are still worth something…might as well shake Naruto up a little, make him unsure of himself.
“I knew it. You’re a masochist, a bondage freak. You hate it when I hit you, because it hurts, but you like it emotionally because it means I am paying attention to you. It means I am affected by you. I am. But everyone knows you’re a masochist, even a bondage freak. They know from the way you talk, the way you walk and act. You can’t ever hide it. Your desires and how you try to fulfill them indiscriminately, waiting for someone to give you what you need. You’re a slut. People know that. They know all about you. Everyone will always know the truth. Say it, Naruto. Tell the truth. You’re nothing but a masochist slut. And I’m giving you what you’ve needed for so long. Tell me.” Sasuke places his hands on Naruto’s shoulders, doubting that even worked. He fucks him harder, harder…Naruto cries out over and over again in pleasure. And then he does say it. “I’m nothing but a masochist slut,” he finally manages. Sweat pours down both of them. Sasuke bites Naruto’s shoulder to muffle his groan of pleasure as he comes moments later. Naruto’s body tenses completely as Sasuke rides out his orgasm. He comes not long after.
Sasuke pulls away from him, out of him. He removes the condom and, walking on shaky legs, disposes of it in the bathroom wastebasket. He walks back into his room, reaching for his clothes. The two boys dress in silence, putting their school uniforms back on. The black dress pants covering even their ankles, the white shirts with the stiff white collars. Naruto pops his collar often, just to bend the rules. The nondescript soft-soled tennis shoes and the sweatshirts with the school’s name plastered on the front. The white shirts stick to their sweaty backs. The sweatshirts make them too hot. Students again. They have no choice. Naruto picks up his backpack. His hair is messy, his face shining with sweat. He wipes his face with a hand, then wipes his hand on the sweatshirt. His face is flushed. Sasuke’s long hair sticks in tendrils to the back of his neck. Some falls over his shoulder, trailing down his chest. Wet. Hot. Sweaty. Uncomfortable. Breathing heavily. Light-headed. Dizzy, almost. The sex was good for both of them. That is unspoken.
Their eyes meet briefly. Suddenly, that’s it. They can’t look at each other. Dark eyes with a blank, uncaring gaze, like he does this every day. Blue eyes trying not to show regret or guilt that may later blossom. Sasuke knows he’s going to get top drop soon. He wants Naruto out of his room, out of his house, off his property when it happens. They won’t be able to talk through it. Sasuke knows Naruto will get Monday-morning bottom drop. There will be anger, resentment, maybe even sadness, even though Naruto does this kind of thing all the time. It’s different with different people. They affect each other. Things have changed between them, though. Neither will ever admit that.
“This will never happen again.”
“I know.”