For: gothiclolly
Author: ]amused4ever
For: gothiclolly
Title: A Sweet Disposition
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sasuke didn’t order any pizza, but looks like Naruto has other ideas anyway…
Warnings: college!AU, cursing, boy-on-boy smut (bj, rimming, anal)
A/N: WHAT A MONSTER. Hope you enjoy this, because it definitely sucked out my soul! D: Uh, anyway, this is my first actual full-on smut!fic, so please excuse me if I disappoint. Your prompt really wanted to become some multi-chapter epic romance thing, thus the porn actually has backstory and some plot! Try to bear with it, I guess? :D?
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A Sweet Disposition
The absolute last thing Uchiha Sasuke needed at this moment was for Uzumaki Naruto to be standing at his front door, stupid grin in place and ‘PIZZA EXPRESS’ cap slapped on backwards. Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain slapped the pavement right outside Sasuke’s porch overhang. While he had Itachi’s voice sternly lecturing about dignity and ambition at him from the other end of the telephone line, a persistent beeping from the kitchen reminding him of the burning lasagna in the oven, and Naruto letting in gust after gust of wind and wet through the front door, Sasuke found it hard to focus. Which is why he didn’t say anything, just stood and let his black-framed glasses slip lopsidedly down his nose.
“Hi!” Naruto shouted happily against the storm, eyes squinting as rain hit him sideways on the face. “Gotcha large cheese-pineapple pizza, order of cheese bread, extra garlic sauce, and a one-liter Coke. Total’s twenty-three fifty-two!”
Sasuke stared. Naruto winced as a particularly large raindrop drove home into his eye, his happy-go-lucky grin slipping just slightly so.
Sasuke pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose.
“…Itachi,” Sasuke cut his brother off, “I have to go.” He hung up on Itachi with a sharp click, hearing Itachi’s low and dangerous “Sasuke-!“ right before the cell phone flipped shut. Sasuke’s eye twitched, knowing he’d hear more and worse later from his older brother. He glared at the blond-haired, blue-eyed loudmouth that terrorized his stats course, the other biology department tutors, and occasionally Sasuke’s pants, wondering what the hell the idiot wanted now.
Because he sure as fuck wasn’t getting it.
The two watched one another for a minute, Naruto with that ‘I-know-you’re-pissed-asfuck-but-I’ll-pretend-otherwise’ look on his face. As soon as the blonde opened his mouth to attempt further confrontation, Sasuke said flatly, “I didn’t order any pizza,” and promptly shut the door in Naruto’s face.
There was about a split second of silence before Sasuke heard an angry, “HEY!” through the door. Sasuke ignored it and went back to the living room couch, gathering up his studying materials and getting back to work. He had one more biology chapter to glance over before going to bed. Half-way into the second page was when a clap of thunder shook the house and lightning flashed through the curtains. There was loud swearing from outside the front door. A beat later and the doorbell rang. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again and-
“ALRIGHT!” Sasuke shouted at the ceiling, shooting up from the couch and darting over to the door. Naruto was mid-ring when Sasuke yanked open the door, snarl immanent. Before he could get out a single word, though, Naruto smiled brightly at him and put a loosely-sneakered foot on the door so it wouldn’t get slammed shut again.
“Hey-your address ordered a large cheese-pineapple pizza, side of breadsticks, extra garlic sauce, and a one-liter Coke, so your address should pay for it…and you’re my last stop. And it’s pouring out. So…I’ll split it with you if you want, I’m starving!”
Sasuke, again, stared at the blond as if he’d grown another head.
Naruto decided that passed as an invitation to come on in. Later Sasuke would swear he had no memory of Naruto actually getting past him, that Naruto must’ve slithered in like a fucking ninja or something-because one minute he was outside, the next the floor was all slippery and he was investigating the plastic fern by the stairs behind a slack-jawed Sasuke holding his soaked jacket.
“Nice pad you got here,” Naruto said as he glanced around the foyer and into the living room, Sasuke still in too much shock at the nerve of the moron to kick him out. “Can’t believe I’ve never been over here before. Kinda reminds me of this friend’s place, but his roommate? Really creepy, with all these bugs and all.” It wasn’t until the nuisance had slipped out of his shoes, making himself at home on the couch and putting the pizza box all over Sasuke’s statistics report, that Sasuke finally shut the door and stomp over.
“What are you doing?” Sasuke seethed, leaning over the couch back and snatching the report away from grease and ruin. Naruto pulled the breadsticks out of the thermos next, as well as a bunch of half-crumpled napkins, seemingly undeterred and unaffected by Sasuke’s obvious fury.
“Getting ready to eat some pizza!” He popped open the pizza box and sniffed hungrily at the steam rising off the pizza. As he grabbed a piece and dropped it on a waiting napkin, he nodded towards the kitchen. “And, you might wanna get out whatever you had cooking, because I can totally smell it burning. Heh. Good thing I brought pizza…”
Sasuke didn’t hear the entirety of that last comment, as he was already too busy trying to remove the now-browned-and-corners-blackened lasagna from the still-beeping oven. He heard Naruto chuckle from the couch as he hissed loudly at the back of his hand being burnt. “Bastard,” Sasuke growled, turning the sink on and holding his hand under cold water while he killed the inedible lasagna on the counter with a formidable death-glare. Speaking of killing…
Naruto waltzed in the kitchen, and started opening cupboards. “Hey, got any cups?”
Calmly counting to ten in his head, Sasuke turned off the sink, walked over to one of the far cupboards by the fridge, and secured an orange plastic cup. He turned around stiffly to face Naruto, who was looking through the cereal cupboard.
“OW!” Naruto screeched as the cup hit the back of his head dead-on, catapulting off and clattering to the ground. “What the fuck, bastard?!”
“No, that’s my line, moron,” Sasuke ground out, black eyes furious. “You ruined my dinner. Get your shit together and leave.”
Naruto picked up the cup, and proceeded to whine.
“Aw, come on-you’d kick me out? It’s pouring outside, and there’s pizza to make up for your dinner!” As if to accentuate his point, more thunder clapped overhead and the power tripped out before coming back on with a flash of lightning, rain loudly buffeting the kitchen window. “See?! I’ll leave as soon as the storm lets up; the dorms aren’t too far from here, promise!”
Pursing his lips, Sasuke considered. He felt an artery burst when he inclined his head barely enough to be called a nod, glasses flashing-but Naruto got the idea.
“YES!” he exclaimed before darting out of the room, cup in hand.
When Sasuke made it to the living room Naruto was already settled on the couch with cup half-full of Coke and teeth biting into pizza, the television on some late-night talk show. After breathing in and out once, Sasuke went over to sit beside Naruto-as in, more-than-an-arm’s-length-away-so-I-won’t-throttle-you beside. He set his plate and napkin on the coffee table, wrinkling his nose at the pizza before sliding a piece onto his plate. He then set about picking off and piling up all the pineapple onto one side of the plate.
Naruto laughed raucously at something the talk-show host said, causing Sasuke’s gaze to settle on him for a moment. His white ankle socks were soaked through-and-through, like most of his uniform polo shirt and the back of his cargo shorts. Blonde hair was plastered to the back of his neck and the frame of his face, while the hair where the hat had been was dry and sticking up ridiculously in every which direction. Cerulean eyes watched the television screen humorously and there was a glob of tomato sauce on his upper lip that he didn’t notice as he chewed. His tan arms and legs were slicked with moisture, and his skin caught the light in quick glimmer whenever he moved. Sasuke felt something funny twirl in his lower gut.
He mentally slapped himself. He couldn’t go there tonight.
Lurching up from the couch, Sasuke disappeared to fetch a towel from the linen closet and made it back without Naruto noticing he’d gone. The dobe was busy laughing again. Rolling his eyes, Sasuke dropped the towel on Naruto’s head on his way to sit down.
“Huh?” Naruto’s voice was muffled from under the towel. He pulled it off. “Oh hey, thanks!”
Sasuke glared moodily. “I can put your clothes in the dryer, too, if you want.”
“Ah,” Naruto laughed nervously; Sasuke’s dagger-eyes were finally registering with him, apparently. He wiped himself off, and then covered the two faintly damp spots on the couch with the towel before sitting down again. He didn’t lean back. “No, that’s okay. I’ll, uh, just air-dry.”
Sasuke nodded, and almost got around to eating his pizza. But apparently once his concentration had been broken from the television, Naruto had decided it was better spent on Sasuke.
“So, how’re classes going?” Naruto asked, gesturing towards the statistics report Sasuke had earlier banished to safety on the couch arm farthest away from Naruto. “You got it tough this semester, don’t you? No one would willingly take a course with Orochimaru.” Naruto snorted at his own joke.
Sasuke scowled. Being premed, Sasuke had to take two other different types of sciences this year on top of all his biology courses-more than half taught by the infamously creepy biology professor Orochimaru. The man knew his subject matter, that Sasuke could appreciate; but he also took a strange pleasure in gassing fruit flies, dissecting kittens, and bashing fish skulls-a pleasure that the whole campus had decided was beyond fucked up. And then there was Hatake, the physics professor who was at least twenty minutes late to his own lectures and always an hour late to lab. He had a tendency to read what Sasuke could swear were x-rated porno books whenever given the chance, too. And then there was the chemistry professor, Anko-she loved scaring the shit out of her classes with surprise explosions and fires in the lecture hall and the lab. Sometimes Sasuke wondered if he shouldn’t have attended Itatchi’s alma mater after all. The workload alone for a premed, biology major was difficult, and dealing with crazed professors didn’t make it any easier.
“You should be happy all you have to do is put on recitals and suffer through stats class,” Sasuke grumbled, earning a grin from Naruto.
“All I have to do? Excuse you,” Naruto baited playfully. Sasuke fought a smile. Naruto noticed, chortled and took a sip of his drink. “Speaking of stats: you finish that report yet?”
Statistics was the one course Naruto and Sasuke had together, during which Naruto sat next to Sasuke and whispered confused questions or insults focusing on the professor’s bald spot in Sasuke’s ear for every lecture he made. Which was about one out of three until four or five classes before an exam-then somehow the blonde’s attendance rate magically spiked to one hundred percent, as well as his requests for Sasuke’s notes.
“…Yes,” Sasuke said warily. “No, you can’t look at it.”
Naruto laughed, and his face brightened further. “Nah, don’t worry-even I have standards.”
Sasuke watched Naruto eat pizza for a minute, finally relaxing into the couch with a smirk. After Naruto put the orange cup on the coffee table, Sasuke leaned forward and snatched up the cup, taking a swig-and then promptly swallowing the bitter beer that was actually inside the cup. Not Coke.
Shutting his eyes, Sasuke pinched the bridge of his eyes with his free hand. “Dobe. There’s no one-liter Coke, is there?”
Naruto focused on the disgruntled look on Sasuke’s face and the fact that he was holding his orange cup. He snickered. “Oh, yeah.” He rustled down by his feet for a second, and then set a six-pack on the coffee table next to the pizza box. “Want one?”
Sasuke was suddenly standing, glowering down at Naruto. “What the hell is this? How can you drive home if you’re drunk? Asshole!”
Naruto opened his mouth angrily to retort, but was cut off when a particularly loud clap of thunder and bright flash of lightning caused both boys to jump. Rain obnoxiously slapped the windows.
“Relax,” Naruto bit out, finally regaining his composure. “It’s only a six-pack, and I’ll be here for a while. If you’re really worried about me driving drunk-” Naruto picked up a bottle by its neck and waved it at Sasuke. “-then help me out!”
Pondering whether he should break the bottle on Naruto’s head instead of opening it, Sasuke reluctantly took the beer.
Five minutes later, they were playing a drinking game: chug one beer for every “singles chatline” ad shown during commercial breaks. Two and a half beers later, Naruto wandered back from going to the bathroom with the half-handle of high-quality whiskey Sasuke’d stolen from Itachi last week, and then they were taking shots.
“Oh shit!” Naruto shouted at the third ad in a single commercial break, leaping up from the couch and pointing enthusiastically at the television screen. He downed his shot in no time, lips and cheeks starting to flush. Smirking, Sasuke swirled his shot a few times before following suit. His own vision was getting a little blurry, and he could feel how warm his face was getting, but Naruto would never out-drink Sasuke. Never.
Unfortunately, this ultimatum made Sasuke’s mind begin to wander where he forbid it during sobriety.
Naruto’s shirt hiked up as he sat back down, exposing a strip of tanned, goosebumped skin. Sasuke’s eyes settled on it almost automatically, following the curve of Naruto’s hip to the orange elastic of his boxers peeking out from under his cargo shorts. It took a couple seconds for Sasuke to realize where he was staring; once he did, he scowled silently and shoved his glasses up his nose in quiet frustration.
Since meeting him, Sasuke had fucked Naruto two times.
The first had been three months ago, approximately fifteen minutes after meeting him at a house party Sakura and her housemates had decided to throw. Sakura had gone to high school with Naruto, and had been hallmates with Sasuke last year. The party had been a kick-off for the semester and a celebration of Naruto’s transfer to the music department. Sasuke still didn’t remember that night clearly, and thought that had very much to do with Sakura’s friend TenTen actually giving him a lot more to drink than she’d said. What he did remember, though, was enough to make Sasuke visibly blush if he thought too long or too hard about it.
The second had been two and a half weeks ago, at Naruto’s birthday party-again at Sakura’s place. Of that night, Sasuke couldn’t recall much more than swirling colors and lots of loud laughter-with the exception of how giddy he’d felt when he and Naruto had locked themselves in the guest bedroom suite. Naruto had been blazed as fuck, and Sasuke wasted to the point of puking almost non-stop once he orgasmed. The next morning, Naruto was already gone before Sasuke’d woken up, fuzzy-tongued and head pounding. He’d stuck around only long enough to get a glass of water and realize he was alone in the already cleaned and aired-out room.
No questions were ever asked, so Sasuke didn’t ask any questions either. But he’d noticed Naruto steadily inching into his life: waving at him whenever they saw each other on campus, finding him in and out of class, pointlessly interrupting his tutoring hours, grabbing coffee with him when he couldn’t come up with an excuse not to-they bickered good-naturedly, and Sasuke didn’t particularly mind spending time with Naruto, as annoying as the other could be at times.
But, they never spoke of those two nights. And now, Sasuke couldn’t stop looking at Naruto whenever they were together.
Fuck him!
Sasuke crossed his arms, trying to ignore Naruto’s stupid orange boxers. If he kept this up, no telling Naruto would catch on. And Sasuke definitely did not want that. Definitely.
…So he should really stop looking. Right now.
“Enjoying the view?” Naruto’s ass wriggled ridiculously against the couch cushions. Scowl deepening in an effort to cancel out the butterflies in his stomach, Sasuke snapped his eyes up to meet Naruto’s tipsy grin. Apparently the universe did not care what Sasuke wanted.
Choosing to ignore Naruto’s bait, Sasuke rose and fixed Naruto in a calculating stare over the tops of his glasses. Naruto’s grin faltered. Sasuke smirked inside, and left behind a confused Naruto as he disappeared down a darkened hallway.
“Uh…” Naruto’s hesitant and concerned voice echoed through the house. “That-was a joke, you know, like…” A nervous laugh. “Sorry if I hurt your feelings?”
Sasuke snorted as he emerged from the hallway back into the living room. Naruto had turned around and was leaning all over the back of the couch, earnestly baffled and anxious. “Here,” Sasuke said, throwing some old black sweatpants and a white t-shirt at the blonde’s face. “Take off your clothes and put those on. I’ll throw yours in the dryer.”
Naruto grabbed the clothes off him, pouting. “What’s with you and throwing things at me tonight?” He investigated the new clothes for a second, then looked up and frowned. “I said I’d air-dry, you know. It’s okay…”
Sasuke put his hands on his hips and gave an ‘I’d-roll-my-eyes-at-your-stupidity-but-it’s-not-worth-the-effort’ look to Naruto. “You’re practically shivering. I’m not playing nursemaid for you tonight, so go on and change already.”
Behind Naruto’s worsening pout was a rush of relief Sasuke could see in Naruto’s relaxing muscles and face. With a shrug, Naruto stood. “Okay, okay, MOM.” He lifted the bottom of his shirt to take it off, and Sasuke’s heart rate doubled. He swallowed drily and drummed his fingers against his ribs, trying not to watch the way Naruto’s defined shoulder blades pinched together as he raised his arms or how the dimple in the dip beneath Naruto’s lower back winked when he rolled his shoulders back again, tossing aside his polo shirt. Sasuke couldn’t pull his eyes away from Naruto’s body-in fact, he was concentrating so hard on it that when Naruto dropped his drawers, cargo shorts and orange boxers and all, Sasuke squawked rather loudly in not entirely unpleasant surprise and then balked at Naruto’s bare ass.
“I knew it! You were enjoying the view!” Naruto suddenly crowed happily, sticking his tongue out over his shoulder and slapping his own ass-cheeks.
Sasuke felt his brain explode as his face turned what was probably a very red shade of red. “I-I-” He really wished Naruto would take his damned hands off his firm, rounded ass where he could still see red finger-marks fading-
“You okay?” Naruto teased, turning. Sasuke caught a glimpse of blonde curls, and then he was turning around with a hand over his eyes.
“WOULD YOU PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON, MORON?”
Sasuke’s chest heaved with something between arousal and anger, and he pointedly ignored his hardening crotch.
“Tou-chy,” Naruto sing-songed, though Sasuke heard some rustling. He stayed turned around for a careful minute, and then an extra thirty seconds, and maybe another minute wouldn’t be so bad-
He jumped stiffly when he felt a soft breath on the back of his neck, and whipped around to be face-to-face with a grinning, shirtless Naruto. Sasuke began to take a step backwards, but halted when Naruto’s hand came up, reaching towards his cheek, fingers shying over the flushed skin, and…
Naruto straightened Sasuke’s crooked glasses, raising an eyebrow smugly when he dropped his hand-casually avoiding any contact at all with Sasuke.
“Dobe,” Sasuke hissed, realizing he’d been played.
“Who’s a dobe?” Naruto growled, eyes gleefully challenging.
So Sasuke regained his composure, gazed coolly over his glasses at Naruto, and walked away-grabbing Naruto’s crotch firmly, fingers grazing up, in the process. Sasuke felt the shudder that rippled through Naruto’s body as Sasuke’s hand trailed over his stomach, hip, and ass. Sasuke also felt Naruto’s stare hungrily following him as he made his way in front of the couch to gather the discarded clothes. When he saw the obnoxiously orange boxers still inside the cargo shorts, his eyes narrowed. “You went commando in my sweatpants?! You-”
But Sasuke cut off, startled, as Naruto tackled him from behind, flipping him onto the couch. Naruto leaned down over Sasuke, smiling devilishly and touching his nose to Sasuke’s. “I said,” he breathed, “who’s a dobe?”
Mouths clashed, Naruto’s tongue leaping full-heartedly down Sasuke’s throat as he licked the corner of Naruto’s mouth, tasting tomato sauce. Naruto chuckled huskily as he swept his tongue across Sasuke’s briefly before nipping Sasuke’s bottom lip. Sasuke shivered at the sound, hands exploring Naruto’s shoulders and feathering over ribs. Bringing his knee up to rub gently at Sasuke’s inner thighs, Naruto let his free hand travel up beneath Sasuke’s shirt, ghosting over Sasuke’s stomach and chest, gently tickling. An embarrassing sort of whine escaped Sasuke’s lips, and Naruto paused before smiling against Sasuke’s mouth and deepening the kiss again. Then a thumb rubbed Sasuke’s nipple, and he arched up a little against Naruto’s warm body. Naruto bore back down on him, pushing him into the couch. Shuddering at the heat from Naruto’s body that seemed to seep into his groin, Sasuke moved under Naruto so he could rub his leg slowly against the tent in Naruto’s pants. One of Naruto’s shoulder muscles spasmed, and he rubbed back-aligning his erection with Sasuke’s in the process. Naruto moved from Sasuke’s mouth to the side of his jaw, sucking and licking at the tender skin there. Sasuke gasped, and arched into Naruto again, their erections clashing in friction and hot-pleasure. Somehow Sasuke’s shirt was suddenly pushed up and bare chests rubbed against each other as legs were entangled. Sasuke moaned quietly when the heat of Naruto’s body suddenly disappeared, and then he realized Naruto was trying to slip his pajama pants down. Naruto’s eyes were hazy and his breath came in little pants.
Smirking, Sasuke reached up and swiftly pulled Naruto’s sweatpants down below his ass. “Wha-?” Naruto crooned breathlessly as Sasuke sat him up. Sasuke’s cool fingers around his cock shut him up very quickly, though.
Sasuke ran a finger up Naruto’s shaft before sliding it gently yet firmly against Naruto’s slit, playing with the leaked precum. Eyes widening, Naruto groaned and panted harder, gripping Sasuke’s hand in his own. “Sasuke-” he began, but Sasuke repeated the previous action and smiled when Naruto reacted intensely again.
“Dobe,” Sasuke murmured before taking Naruto’s length into his mouth. Naruto gasped desperately and squirmed against the couch. Sasuke swirled his tongue underneath Naruto’s cock and tickled the slit again, sucking and licking. He could feel his cock throb in his pants at Naruto’s dusted-pink cheeks and quick breaths. It took him completely by surprise when Naruto decided to retaliate against his ministration, thrusting further into Sasuke’s mouth with a rough abandon. Nearly choking, Sasuke deep-throated Naruto as best as he could, his fingers rubbing the base of Naruto’s dick and the coarse blonde curls that surrounded it.
“B-bastard-Sasuke!” Naruto cried as he came in Sasuke’s mouth, surprising both of them.
Without complaint, but with a definite stiffness that hadn’t been there before, Sasuke swallowed most of Naruto’s cum and released his cock from his lips with a wet-sounding smack. He glanced up at a climax-exhausted Naruto, gasping and blearily-blinking on the couch. Leaning back against the coffee table, Sasuke grabbed a beer behind him and gulped the rest of it down, trying to cancel out the salty-bitter taste of the cum and trying not to blush at the fact that he had just sucked Uzumaki Naruto off.
As if on cue, Naruto slurred good-naturedly, “You’re good.”
Sasuke didn’t say anything, staring into the bottle of beer. Little bubbles trailed to the top, sizzling quietly. The soft patter of rain sounded against the windows for a breeze, then faded out again.
“Hey,” Naruto called just as softly. “Come here.” He nudged Sasuke’s thigh with a toe, and when he got no response the toes trailed up to poke Sasuke’s still-obvious erection. “Come on-“
Sasuke looked at him sharply, interrupting. “You-” He cleared his throat. “You…should go now. The rain’s let up.”
Naruto watched Sasuke take another sip of beer, expression transforming from satisfied arousal to outraged disbelief. “Uh…” A tiny, almost delirious-sounding laugh. “What?”
Frowning, Sasuke stood. “You should get going.” He placed the beer on the table, and started to walk away.
He didn’t get very far.
“Oh no you-” Sasuke was jerked backwards by the wrist and pulled roughly onto the couch, Naruto suddenly straddling him not even a second later. “-don’t!”
“What the hell?” Sasuke spat, attempting to push Naruto off him. It didn’t work.
“I should be asking you that,” Naruto said lowly into Sasuke’s face. He slowly dragged his hand up Sasuke’s waist and chest, until he had his hands around Sasuke’s neck-not cupping Sasuke’s face, not tightening around his throat, but just there and holding on. “You just sucked me off and you’re walking away? I didn’t think we played that way.”
Naruto’s voice was nearly a growl and dangerous, bordering both anger and incredulity. Sasuke bristled-why the fuck was the moron upset with him? He was the one who’d been putting up with annoying, half-assed attitudes all semester!
“Play? And since when has there been a ‘we’?!” Sasuke snapped.
Naruto sat back, astonishment written all over his face. “What the fuck does that mean? We’ve fucked twice already, and see each other almost daily! In my book, that’s some kind of ‘we’-worthy!”
Sasuke glared coldly at Naruto. “I guess our books read differently, then.”
Blinking owlishly, Naruto got this kind of awed look on his face. “Why’re you-what-“ Another awful-sounding laugh. “Fine, maybe there is no ‘we’, then,” Naruto whispered, leaning back in to brush noses with Sasuke. His cerulean eyes searched Sasuke’s cold back ones, questioning and determined to get an answer. “But I know you do want…” A kiss, Naruto grabbing his balls-oh GOD-he flicked his tongue inside of Sasuke’s ear and whispered, “this. You can’t deny that.”
Sasuke breathed heavily into Naruto’s shoulder, hot-faced but still angry. Angry. He shoved Naruto off him, hard enough to topple him over onto the floor. Naruto’s back hit the coffee table with a harsh-sounding thwack. “’This’?! What the fuck is ‘this’? We meet, we fuck, you leave, and then you pester me until I fucking snap, and then we do it again!”
“Whoa, what?” Naruto leapt up from the ground, as angry as Sasuke now. “You came after me within fifteen minutes of meeting for the first time, remember?!”
Sasuke snorted. “From what I remember, it was pretty mutual. As I’m sure it would’ve been had it been some other guy you spilt your drink all over!”
Dead silence.
“You…fucking bastard! What the fuck do you know?!”
Sasuke almost felt sorry. Naruto looked hurt.
But he wasn’t the only one hurting here.
“Exactly,” Sasuke ground out. “Neither of us know what this is we’re doing! And that’s the way I don’t play.”
Naruto took a slow step forward, face turning stony. “Bastard. I knew what I was doing. Exactly,” he leaned towards Sasuke, putting an arm on either side of dark, mussed hair, “what I was doing. You’re the only confused one, babe.“
He went to kiss Sasuke, who pummeled him firmly in the jaw.
“OW-shit-“
Naruto fell over the corner of the coffee table, clutching his jaw.
“Dumb fuck! Do you think I’m some bitch you can sweet-talk?!” Sasuke spat vehemently.
He attempted to breeze past Naruto but instead joined him on the floor when the blonde snatched his ankle, toppling him over. They scuffled for a beat, each trying to push off the other to get up. Kicking back, Sasuke aimed for Naruto’s face and thus immediate escape-Naruto caught on, though, and blocked the kick with his arm before securing a hold on Sasuke’s other leg. He clawed his way up a struggling Sasuke, wincing when a fist caught him in the ribs. With a snarl, Naruto backhanded Sasuke in retaliation, and managed to pin both of Sasuke’s arms to the ground. He moved to quickly sit on Sasuke’s middle-but not before Sasuke kneed him in the stomach. Naruto gasped, curling in on himself, and Sasuke scrambled to his elbows right as Naruto collapsed on top of him.
“Jesus Christ,” Naruto panted, pushing Sasuke into the carpet. “What Sakura said about you was a severe understatement. Difficult, my ass…”
Angrily, Sasuke’s eyes widened-but apparently, Naruto had caught his breath enough. He re-pinned Sasuke’s arms and tried kissing him again, tongue darting in and back out when Sasuke bit at it. A feral noise bubbled up Naruto’s throat and he bit Sasuke’s bottom lip, hard. Giving a surprised grunt, Sasuke flinched when Naruto licked and sucked at the blood welling from the broken skin. He could feel his pants tightening again, though, and felt like shrieking traitor! at his hardening cock. Then Naruto murmured something against his bruising, red-swollen lips, and Sasuke froze.
“You’re beautiful,” Naruto repeated, this time against his ear. Holding his breath for whatever reason, Sasuke watched as Naruto raised his head, blue eyes filled with some longing, searching emotion. Touching a gentle finger to a black eyebrow, Naruto traced down to Sasuke’s temple and then across the sharp line of his jaw-ending at the lips, more fingers softly caressing there. “You don’t even know. You’re distant, make yourself untouchable; but you are so beautiful, and I can’t just leave you alone. That’s why I was afraid, still-now I’m here, because I’m not anymore and I want this, I want you-”
A deep rumble-crack and the power hummed off, lightning suddenly the only light flashing through the darkened house. Naruto stopped talking and Sasuke stared at his shadowed face. What Sasuke saw in the next lightning flash made him hesitantly and barely kiss the fingers on his mouth. Expression softening, Naruto leaned down, and brushed their lips. Sasuke nodded, and kissed Naruto.
That was all Naruto needed.
Hands were suddenly roaming all over Sasuke, brushing back his bangs and coarse-coal hair, rubbing frantic patterns into his back and shoulders, running over his chest and flicking his nipples. This time, Sasuke surrendered to the pleasant abuse, but not before implementing his own-he grabbed fistfuls of Naruto’s blonde hair, moving against his body and tonguing his way down Naruto’s throat. The response he got was whole-hearted and just as intense, with an added ass-squeeze. Sasuke sighed into Naruto’s mouth. Naruto’s airy laugh rumbled along with overhead thunder, and he transferred his attention from Sasuke’s mouth to his neck, and then his shoulder. Sasuke squirmed languidly under Naruto, trying not to harrumph-the idiot was probably leaving marks-and moved one of his hands down to Naruto’s pants to find an already re-hardened crotch.
Naruto hummed throatily at Sasuke’s touch, but rolled onto his side before Sasuke could do anything further. “Wait,” Naruto breathed. Removed from Naruto’s touch, Sasuke realized how aroused he was: tingling, hot body, throbbing erection, trembling breaths, flushed-pink cheeks and half-lidded eyes-he had the works. And as Naruto’s hands found the elastic band of Sasuke’s pajama bottoms, a million more sensations ran through him.
“What’re,“ Sasuke choked out as Naruto pulled down the pajama pants swiftly, “you…doing?!”
Sasuke’s underwear slid off next, and his dick was suddenly bare and very hard. Wet tongue followed by blown air sent violent shivers up Sasuke’s spine. Naruto peered up from licking Sasuke’s cock, smiling coyly. “Hang on, babe,” he whispered, running a finger up the shaft while he rummaged for something on the floor with his other hand.
Breathing heavily, Sasuke was about to demand he hurry the fuck up with whatever he was doing when the blonde’s face lit up-apparently he’d found what he was looking for. There was a snap and a squelch, and then Sasuke’s legs were level with Naruto’s arms and his back was against Naruto’s stomach. “M-moron,” Sasuke stuttered, “what the-ngh!” Lubed fingers began massaging his balls and running up his cock, then, and Sasuke forgot about asking questions.
Naruto wasn’t done licking, though. Sasuke’s eyes widened almost comically as he felt Naruto’s tongue dancing around his entrance. He swirled his tongue on the outside, sucking gently with his teeth-Sasuke wriggled, looking up through his spread legs at Naruto’s head of blonde hair. “DOBE! What’re-nnn, no-stop, ngh, ah, ah, AH!”
Sasuke’s fingers grabbed at carpet as Naruto’s tongue pushed in and swirled on the inside, slow then fast, thrusting then nipping. Toes twitching, Sasuke rammed a heel into Naruto’s head by accident, but he didn’t pay it any mind. “Mmmf, ah, oh…” Sasuke groaned, rocking his ass-and a lubed finger was there to fill it, pressing in uncomfortably but not unpleasantly. It wasn’t until Naruto began scissoring with a second finger that Sasuke finally registered what Naruto was preparing him to do, and began to panic.
“No,” Naruto said, feeling Sasuke tense up. “Relax. I want to make you feel amazing.”
Sasuke didn’t get much of a chance to argue, as Naruto’s third finger entered and he managed to scrape the magic spot. Letting out an impressive moan, Sasuke shuddered and threw his head back. Naruto grinned, and brushed the same spot again. Sasuke bucked against his fingers, giving a pleasure-ridden grunt.
“Oh, fuck, Sasuke,” he heard Naruto say as he rode the other’s fingers, panting. Not enough. He slid back, slipping Naruto’s fingers out of him, then sitting up and diving at the sweatpants Naruto wore. Fortunately, they were on the same page-Naruto covered his dick with lube as soon as Sasuke freed it from the pants, and next they were on the floor, Naruto pushing into Sasuke.
Neither of them lasted very long. Naruto managed to drive home with every thrust, sending Sasuke into an intensifying white-spotted bliss while rocking his hips. He wrapped a hand back around Sasuke’s stiff cock, as well, pumping hectically in time. Sasuke grasped at Naruto’s shoulders with white knuckles, Naruto holding onto Sasuke’s hip with a fierce grip.
“Ah-oh, GOD, Sasuke, I’m gonna-”
Sasuke beat him to it, crying out, “Nnnngh, N-Naruto!” before seeing stars and spilling all over their stomachs and Naruto’s hand. He felt Naruto finish seconds later, tensing overhead before collapsing on top of him. Naruto tried to kiss him, but Sasuke pushed a palm at his mouth, mumbling to brush his teeth first. They lay still, panting and sweaty and hot but relaxed beyond reason.
“…Why did you leave?”
Sasuke breaks the easy silence, voice exhausted but words important. Very important.
Naruto shifts, sleepily burying his face further into Sasuke’s hair. “What?”
“At that party, your birthday-both times, you left before I could. And then pretended nothing had happened. Why?”
Raising his head, Naruto breathed on Sasuke’s cheek. “I could ask you the very same. So there’s your answer, right?”
Afraid. Both had been afraid-not sure of what they were doing, of what they were getting into. Sasuke was somebody everyone admired but most never touched. Naruto was regarded a loose cannon, unpredictable and explosive. Neither knew what to expect, just that the other drove them crazy in all respective manners; but something between them clicked, too. Some primal strength and passion each noticed in the other amongst their weaknesses. Something drew them together.
“…Tch.” Sasuke rolled Naruto off him, but didn’t move away. “Why can’t you be direct about things, dobe?”
Naruto chuckled, barely awake. “We’re on your living room floor naked, and you’re asking me to ‘be direct about things’?”
Sasuke couldn’t help but snicker. He’d have to ask Naruto later whether he always went on pizza runs with lube in his pocket. He closed his eyes, and listened to Naruto’s slowing, evening breaths behind him. It was soothing, hearing someone beside him. He wondered briefly where his glasses were but didn’t pursue the thought, eyes already slipping shut.
The storm raged on outside, though not quite as violent before. Sasuke fell asleep with Naruto’s warmth at his back, an arm thrown around his waist, and feeling as if his life was going to be very different from then on.
A good kind of different.
For: gothiclolly
Title: A Sweet Disposition
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sasuke didn’t order any pizza, but looks like Naruto has other ideas anyway…
Warnings: college!AU, cursing, boy-on-boy smut (bj, rimming, anal)
A/N: WHAT A MONSTER. Hope you enjoy this, because it definitely sucked out my soul! D: Uh, anyway, this is my first actual full-on smut!fic, so please excuse me if I disappoint. Your prompt really wanted to become some multi-chapter epic romance thing, thus the porn actually has backstory and some plot! Try to bear with it, I guess? :D?
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A Sweet Disposition
The absolute last thing Uchiha Sasuke needed at this moment was for Uzumaki Naruto to be standing at his front door, stupid grin in place and ‘PIZZA EXPRESS’ cap slapped on backwards. Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain slapped the pavement right outside Sasuke’s porch overhang. While he had Itachi’s voice sternly lecturing about dignity and ambition at him from the other end of the telephone line, a persistent beeping from the kitchen reminding him of the burning lasagna in the oven, and Naruto letting in gust after gust of wind and wet through the front door, Sasuke found it hard to focus. Which is why he didn’t say anything, just stood and let his black-framed glasses slip lopsidedly down his nose.
“Hi!” Naruto shouted happily against the storm, eyes squinting as rain hit him sideways on the face. “Gotcha large cheese-pineapple pizza, order of cheese bread, extra garlic sauce, and a one-liter Coke. Total’s twenty-three fifty-two!”
Sasuke stared. Naruto winced as a particularly large raindrop drove home into his eye, his happy-go-lucky grin slipping just slightly so.
Sasuke pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose.
“…Itachi,” Sasuke cut his brother off, “I have to go.” He hung up on Itachi with a sharp click, hearing Itachi’s low and dangerous “Sasuke-!“ right before the cell phone flipped shut. Sasuke’s eye twitched, knowing he’d hear more and worse later from his older brother. He glared at the blond-haired, blue-eyed loudmouth that terrorized his stats course, the other biology department tutors, and occasionally Sasuke’s pants, wondering what the hell the idiot wanted now.
Because he sure as fuck wasn’t getting it.
The two watched one another for a minute, Naruto with that ‘I-know-you’re-pissed-asfuck-but-I’ll-pretend-otherwise’ look on his face. As soon as the blonde opened his mouth to attempt further confrontation, Sasuke said flatly, “I didn’t order any pizza,” and promptly shut the door in Naruto’s face.
There was about a split second of silence before Sasuke heard an angry, “HEY!” through the door. Sasuke ignored it and went back to the living room couch, gathering up his studying materials and getting back to work. He had one more biology chapter to glance over before going to bed. Half-way into the second page was when a clap of thunder shook the house and lightning flashed through the curtains. There was loud swearing from outside the front door. A beat later and the doorbell rang. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again and-
“ALRIGHT!” Sasuke shouted at the ceiling, shooting up from the couch and darting over to the door. Naruto was mid-ring when Sasuke yanked open the door, snarl immanent. Before he could get out a single word, though, Naruto smiled brightly at him and put a loosely-sneakered foot on the door so it wouldn’t get slammed shut again.
“Hey-your address ordered a large cheese-pineapple pizza, side of breadsticks, extra garlic sauce, and a one-liter Coke, so your address should pay for it…and you’re my last stop. And it’s pouring out. So…I’ll split it with you if you want, I’m starving!”
Sasuke, again, stared at the blond as if he’d grown another head.
Naruto decided that passed as an invitation to come on in. Later Sasuke would swear he had no memory of Naruto actually getting past him, that Naruto must’ve slithered in like a fucking ninja or something-because one minute he was outside, the next the floor was all slippery and he was investigating the plastic fern by the stairs behind a slack-jawed Sasuke holding his soaked jacket.
“Nice pad you got here,” Naruto said as he glanced around the foyer and into the living room, Sasuke still in too much shock at the nerve of the moron to kick him out. “Can’t believe I’ve never been over here before. Kinda reminds me of this friend’s place, but his roommate? Really creepy, with all these bugs and all.” It wasn’t until the nuisance had slipped out of his shoes, making himself at home on the couch and putting the pizza box all over Sasuke’s statistics report, that Sasuke finally shut the door and stomp over.
“What are you doing?” Sasuke seethed, leaning over the couch back and snatching the report away from grease and ruin. Naruto pulled the breadsticks out of the thermos next, as well as a bunch of half-crumpled napkins, seemingly undeterred and unaffected by Sasuke’s obvious fury.
“Getting ready to eat some pizza!” He popped open the pizza box and sniffed hungrily at the steam rising off the pizza. As he grabbed a piece and dropped it on a waiting napkin, he nodded towards the kitchen. “And, you might wanna get out whatever you had cooking, because I can totally smell it burning. Heh. Good thing I brought pizza…”
Sasuke didn’t hear the entirety of that last comment, as he was already too busy trying to remove the now-browned-and-corners-blackened lasagna from the still-beeping oven. He heard Naruto chuckle from the couch as he hissed loudly at the back of his hand being burnt. “Bastard,” Sasuke growled, turning the sink on and holding his hand under cold water while he killed the inedible lasagna on the counter with a formidable death-glare. Speaking of killing…
Naruto waltzed in the kitchen, and started opening cupboards. “Hey, got any cups?”
Calmly counting to ten in his head, Sasuke turned off the sink, walked over to one of the far cupboards by the fridge, and secured an orange plastic cup. He turned around stiffly to face Naruto, who was looking through the cereal cupboard.
“OW!” Naruto screeched as the cup hit the back of his head dead-on, catapulting off and clattering to the ground. “What the fuck, bastard?!”
“No, that’s my line, moron,” Sasuke ground out, black eyes furious. “You ruined my dinner. Get your shit together and leave.”
Naruto picked up the cup, and proceeded to whine.
“Aw, come on-you’d kick me out? It’s pouring outside, and there’s pizza to make up for your dinner!” As if to accentuate his point, more thunder clapped overhead and the power tripped out before coming back on with a flash of lightning, rain loudly buffeting the kitchen window. “See?! I’ll leave as soon as the storm lets up; the dorms aren’t too far from here, promise!”
Pursing his lips, Sasuke considered. He felt an artery burst when he inclined his head barely enough to be called a nod, glasses flashing-but Naruto got the idea.
“YES!” he exclaimed before darting out of the room, cup in hand.
When Sasuke made it to the living room Naruto was already settled on the couch with cup half-full of Coke and teeth biting into pizza, the television on some late-night talk show. After breathing in and out once, Sasuke went over to sit beside Naruto-as in, more-than-an-arm’s-length-away-so-I-won’t-throttle-you beside. He set his plate and napkin on the coffee table, wrinkling his nose at the pizza before sliding a piece onto his plate. He then set about picking off and piling up all the pineapple onto one side of the plate.
Naruto laughed raucously at something the talk-show host said, causing Sasuke’s gaze to settle on him for a moment. His white ankle socks were soaked through-and-through, like most of his uniform polo shirt and the back of his cargo shorts. Blonde hair was plastered to the back of his neck and the frame of his face, while the hair where the hat had been was dry and sticking up ridiculously in every which direction. Cerulean eyes watched the television screen humorously and there was a glob of tomato sauce on his upper lip that he didn’t notice as he chewed. His tan arms and legs were slicked with moisture, and his skin caught the light in quick glimmer whenever he moved. Sasuke felt something funny twirl in his lower gut.
He mentally slapped himself. He couldn’t go there tonight.
Lurching up from the couch, Sasuke disappeared to fetch a towel from the linen closet and made it back without Naruto noticing he’d gone. The dobe was busy laughing again. Rolling his eyes, Sasuke dropped the towel on Naruto’s head on his way to sit down.
“Huh?” Naruto’s voice was muffled from under the towel. He pulled it off. “Oh hey, thanks!”
Sasuke glared moodily. “I can put your clothes in the dryer, too, if you want.”
“Ah,” Naruto laughed nervously; Sasuke’s dagger-eyes were finally registering with him, apparently. He wiped himself off, and then covered the two faintly damp spots on the couch with the towel before sitting down again. He didn’t lean back. “No, that’s okay. I’ll, uh, just air-dry.”
Sasuke nodded, and almost got around to eating his pizza. But apparently once his concentration had been broken from the television, Naruto had decided it was better spent on Sasuke.
“So, how’re classes going?” Naruto asked, gesturing towards the statistics report Sasuke had earlier banished to safety on the couch arm farthest away from Naruto. “You got it tough this semester, don’t you? No one would willingly take a course with Orochimaru.” Naruto snorted at his own joke.
Sasuke scowled. Being premed, Sasuke had to take two other different types of sciences this year on top of all his biology courses-more than half taught by the infamously creepy biology professor Orochimaru. The man knew his subject matter, that Sasuke could appreciate; but he also took a strange pleasure in gassing fruit flies, dissecting kittens, and bashing fish skulls-a pleasure that the whole campus had decided was beyond fucked up. And then there was Hatake, the physics professor who was at least twenty minutes late to his own lectures and always an hour late to lab. He had a tendency to read what Sasuke could swear were x-rated porno books whenever given the chance, too. And then there was the chemistry professor, Anko-she loved scaring the shit out of her classes with surprise explosions and fires in the lecture hall and the lab. Sometimes Sasuke wondered if he shouldn’t have attended Itatchi’s alma mater after all. The workload alone for a premed, biology major was difficult, and dealing with crazed professors didn’t make it any easier.
“You should be happy all you have to do is put on recitals and suffer through stats class,” Sasuke grumbled, earning a grin from Naruto.
“All I have to do? Excuse you,” Naruto baited playfully. Sasuke fought a smile. Naruto noticed, chortled and took a sip of his drink. “Speaking of stats: you finish that report yet?”
Statistics was the one course Naruto and Sasuke had together, during which Naruto sat next to Sasuke and whispered confused questions or insults focusing on the professor’s bald spot in Sasuke’s ear for every lecture he made. Which was about one out of three until four or five classes before an exam-then somehow the blonde’s attendance rate magically spiked to one hundred percent, as well as his requests for Sasuke’s notes.
“…Yes,” Sasuke said warily. “No, you can’t look at it.”
Naruto laughed, and his face brightened further. “Nah, don’t worry-even I have standards.”
Sasuke watched Naruto eat pizza for a minute, finally relaxing into the couch with a smirk. After Naruto put the orange cup on the coffee table, Sasuke leaned forward and snatched up the cup, taking a swig-and then promptly swallowing the bitter beer that was actually inside the cup. Not Coke.
Shutting his eyes, Sasuke pinched the bridge of his eyes with his free hand. “Dobe. There’s no one-liter Coke, is there?”
Naruto focused on the disgruntled look on Sasuke’s face and the fact that he was holding his orange cup. He snickered. “Oh, yeah.” He rustled down by his feet for a second, and then set a six-pack on the coffee table next to the pizza box. “Want one?”
Sasuke was suddenly standing, glowering down at Naruto. “What the hell is this? How can you drive home if you’re drunk? Asshole!”
Naruto opened his mouth angrily to retort, but was cut off when a particularly loud clap of thunder and bright flash of lightning caused both boys to jump. Rain obnoxiously slapped the windows.
“Relax,” Naruto bit out, finally regaining his composure. “It’s only a six-pack, and I’ll be here for a while. If you’re really worried about me driving drunk-” Naruto picked up a bottle by its neck and waved it at Sasuke. “-then help me out!”
Pondering whether he should break the bottle on Naruto’s head instead of opening it, Sasuke reluctantly took the beer.
Five minutes later, they were playing a drinking game: chug one beer for every “singles chatline” ad shown during commercial breaks. Two and a half beers later, Naruto wandered back from going to the bathroom with the half-handle of high-quality whiskey Sasuke’d stolen from Itachi last week, and then they were taking shots.
“Oh shit!” Naruto shouted at the third ad in a single commercial break, leaping up from the couch and pointing enthusiastically at the television screen. He downed his shot in no time, lips and cheeks starting to flush. Smirking, Sasuke swirled his shot a few times before following suit. His own vision was getting a little blurry, and he could feel how warm his face was getting, but Naruto would never out-drink Sasuke. Never.
Unfortunately, this ultimatum made Sasuke’s mind begin to wander where he forbid it during sobriety.
Naruto’s shirt hiked up as he sat back down, exposing a strip of tanned, goosebumped skin. Sasuke’s eyes settled on it almost automatically, following the curve of Naruto’s hip to the orange elastic of his boxers peeking out from under his cargo shorts. It took a couple seconds for Sasuke to realize where he was staring; once he did, he scowled silently and shoved his glasses up his nose in quiet frustration.
Since meeting him, Sasuke had fucked Naruto two times.
The first had been three months ago, approximately fifteen minutes after meeting him at a house party Sakura and her housemates had decided to throw. Sakura had gone to high school with Naruto, and had been hallmates with Sasuke last year. The party had been a kick-off for the semester and a celebration of Naruto’s transfer to the music department. Sasuke still didn’t remember that night clearly, and thought that had very much to do with Sakura’s friend TenTen actually giving him a lot more to drink than she’d said. What he did remember, though, was enough to make Sasuke visibly blush if he thought too long or too hard about it.
The second had been two and a half weeks ago, at Naruto’s birthday party-again at Sakura’s place. Of that night, Sasuke couldn’t recall much more than swirling colors and lots of loud laughter-with the exception of how giddy he’d felt when he and Naruto had locked themselves in the guest bedroom suite. Naruto had been blazed as fuck, and Sasuke wasted to the point of puking almost non-stop once he orgasmed. The next morning, Naruto was already gone before Sasuke’d woken up, fuzzy-tongued and head pounding. He’d stuck around only long enough to get a glass of water and realize he was alone in the already cleaned and aired-out room.
No questions were ever asked, so Sasuke didn’t ask any questions either. But he’d noticed Naruto steadily inching into his life: waving at him whenever they saw each other on campus, finding him in and out of class, pointlessly interrupting his tutoring hours, grabbing coffee with him when he couldn’t come up with an excuse not to-they bickered good-naturedly, and Sasuke didn’t particularly mind spending time with Naruto, as annoying as the other could be at times.
But, they never spoke of those two nights. And now, Sasuke couldn’t stop looking at Naruto whenever they were together.
Fuck him!
Sasuke crossed his arms, trying to ignore Naruto’s stupid orange boxers. If he kept this up, no telling Naruto would catch on. And Sasuke definitely did not want that. Definitely.
…So he should really stop looking. Right now.
“Enjoying the view?” Naruto’s ass wriggled ridiculously against the couch cushions. Scowl deepening in an effort to cancel out the butterflies in his stomach, Sasuke snapped his eyes up to meet Naruto’s tipsy grin. Apparently the universe did not care what Sasuke wanted.
Choosing to ignore Naruto’s bait, Sasuke rose and fixed Naruto in a calculating stare over the tops of his glasses. Naruto’s grin faltered. Sasuke smirked inside, and left behind a confused Naruto as he disappeared down a darkened hallway.
“Uh…” Naruto’s hesitant and concerned voice echoed through the house. “That-was a joke, you know, like…” A nervous laugh. “Sorry if I hurt your feelings?”
Sasuke snorted as he emerged from the hallway back into the living room. Naruto had turned around and was leaning all over the back of the couch, earnestly baffled and anxious. “Here,” Sasuke said, throwing some old black sweatpants and a white t-shirt at the blonde’s face. “Take off your clothes and put those on. I’ll throw yours in the dryer.”
Naruto grabbed the clothes off him, pouting. “What’s with you and throwing things at me tonight?” He investigated the new clothes for a second, then looked up and frowned. “I said I’d air-dry, you know. It’s okay…”
Sasuke put his hands on his hips and gave an ‘I’d-roll-my-eyes-at-your-stupidity-but-it’s-not-worth-the-effort’ look to Naruto. “You’re practically shivering. I’m not playing nursemaid for you tonight, so go on and change already.”
Behind Naruto’s worsening pout was a rush of relief Sasuke could see in Naruto’s relaxing muscles and face. With a shrug, Naruto stood. “Okay, okay, MOM.” He lifted the bottom of his shirt to take it off, and Sasuke’s heart rate doubled. He swallowed drily and drummed his fingers against his ribs, trying not to watch the way Naruto’s defined shoulder blades pinched together as he raised his arms or how the dimple in the dip beneath Naruto’s lower back winked when he rolled his shoulders back again, tossing aside his polo shirt. Sasuke couldn’t pull his eyes away from Naruto’s body-in fact, he was concentrating so hard on it that when Naruto dropped his drawers, cargo shorts and orange boxers and all, Sasuke squawked rather loudly in not entirely unpleasant surprise and then balked at Naruto’s bare ass.
“I knew it! You were enjoying the view!” Naruto suddenly crowed happily, sticking his tongue out over his shoulder and slapping his own ass-cheeks.
Sasuke felt his brain explode as his face turned what was probably a very red shade of red. “I-I-” He really wished Naruto would take his damned hands off his firm, rounded ass where he could still see red finger-marks fading-
“You okay?” Naruto teased, turning. Sasuke caught a glimpse of blonde curls, and then he was turning around with a hand over his eyes.
“WOULD YOU PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON, MORON?”
Sasuke’s chest heaved with something between arousal and anger, and he pointedly ignored his hardening crotch.
“Tou-chy,” Naruto sing-songed, though Sasuke heard some rustling. He stayed turned around for a careful minute, and then an extra thirty seconds, and maybe another minute wouldn’t be so bad-
He jumped stiffly when he felt a soft breath on the back of his neck, and whipped around to be face-to-face with a grinning, shirtless Naruto. Sasuke began to take a step backwards, but halted when Naruto’s hand came up, reaching towards his cheek, fingers shying over the flushed skin, and…
Naruto straightened Sasuke’s crooked glasses, raising an eyebrow smugly when he dropped his hand-casually avoiding any contact at all with Sasuke.
“Dobe,” Sasuke hissed, realizing he’d been played.
“Who’s a dobe?” Naruto growled, eyes gleefully challenging.
So Sasuke regained his composure, gazed coolly over his glasses at Naruto, and walked away-grabbing Naruto’s crotch firmly, fingers grazing up, in the process. Sasuke felt the shudder that rippled through Naruto’s body as Sasuke’s hand trailed over his stomach, hip, and ass. Sasuke also felt Naruto’s stare hungrily following him as he made his way in front of the couch to gather the discarded clothes. When he saw the obnoxiously orange boxers still inside the cargo shorts, his eyes narrowed. “You went commando in my sweatpants?! You-”
But Sasuke cut off, startled, as Naruto tackled him from behind, flipping him onto the couch. Naruto leaned down over Sasuke, smiling devilishly and touching his nose to Sasuke’s. “I said,” he breathed, “who’s a dobe?”
Mouths clashed, Naruto’s tongue leaping full-heartedly down Sasuke’s throat as he licked the corner of Naruto’s mouth, tasting tomato sauce. Naruto chuckled huskily as he swept his tongue across Sasuke’s briefly before nipping Sasuke’s bottom lip. Sasuke shivered at the sound, hands exploring Naruto’s shoulders and feathering over ribs. Bringing his knee up to rub gently at Sasuke’s inner thighs, Naruto let his free hand travel up beneath Sasuke’s shirt, ghosting over Sasuke’s stomach and chest, gently tickling. An embarrassing sort of whine escaped Sasuke’s lips, and Naruto paused before smiling against Sasuke’s mouth and deepening the kiss again. Then a thumb rubbed Sasuke’s nipple, and he arched up a little against Naruto’s warm body. Naruto bore back down on him, pushing him into the couch. Shuddering at the heat from Naruto’s body that seemed to seep into his groin, Sasuke moved under Naruto so he could rub his leg slowly against the tent in Naruto’s pants. One of Naruto’s shoulder muscles spasmed, and he rubbed back-aligning his erection with Sasuke’s in the process. Naruto moved from Sasuke’s mouth to the side of his jaw, sucking and licking at the tender skin there. Sasuke gasped, and arched into Naruto again, their erections clashing in friction and hot-pleasure. Somehow Sasuke’s shirt was suddenly pushed up and bare chests rubbed against each other as legs were entangled. Sasuke moaned quietly when the heat of Naruto’s body suddenly disappeared, and then he realized Naruto was trying to slip his pajama pants down. Naruto’s eyes were hazy and his breath came in little pants.
Smirking, Sasuke reached up and swiftly pulled Naruto’s sweatpants down below his ass. “Wha-?” Naruto crooned breathlessly as Sasuke sat him up. Sasuke’s cool fingers around his cock shut him up very quickly, though.
Sasuke ran a finger up Naruto’s shaft before sliding it gently yet firmly against Naruto’s slit, playing with the leaked precum. Eyes widening, Naruto groaned and panted harder, gripping Sasuke’s hand in his own. “Sasuke-” he began, but Sasuke repeated the previous action and smiled when Naruto reacted intensely again.
“Dobe,” Sasuke murmured before taking Naruto’s length into his mouth. Naruto gasped desperately and squirmed against the couch. Sasuke swirled his tongue underneath Naruto’s cock and tickled the slit again, sucking and licking. He could feel his cock throb in his pants at Naruto’s dusted-pink cheeks and quick breaths. It took him completely by surprise when Naruto decided to retaliate against his ministration, thrusting further into Sasuke’s mouth with a rough abandon. Nearly choking, Sasuke deep-throated Naruto as best as he could, his fingers rubbing the base of Naruto’s dick and the coarse blonde curls that surrounded it.
“B-bastard-Sasuke!” Naruto cried as he came in Sasuke’s mouth, surprising both of them.
Without complaint, but with a definite stiffness that hadn’t been there before, Sasuke swallowed most of Naruto’s cum and released his cock from his lips with a wet-sounding smack. He glanced up at a climax-exhausted Naruto, gasping and blearily-blinking on the couch. Leaning back against the coffee table, Sasuke grabbed a beer behind him and gulped the rest of it down, trying to cancel out the salty-bitter taste of the cum and trying not to blush at the fact that he had just sucked Uzumaki Naruto off.
As if on cue, Naruto slurred good-naturedly, “You’re good.”
Sasuke didn’t say anything, staring into the bottle of beer. Little bubbles trailed to the top, sizzling quietly. The soft patter of rain sounded against the windows for a breeze, then faded out again.
“Hey,” Naruto called just as softly. “Come here.” He nudged Sasuke’s thigh with a toe, and when he got no response the toes trailed up to poke Sasuke’s still-obvious erection. “Come on-“
Sasuke looked at him sharply, interrupting. “You-” He cleared his throat. “You…should go now. The rain’s let up.”
Naruto watched Sasuke take another sip of beer, expression transforming from satisfied arousal to outraged disbelief. “Uh…” A tiny, almost delirious-sounding laugh. “What?”
Frowning, Sasuke stood. “You should get going.” He placed the beer on the table, and started to walk away.
He didn’t get very far.
“Oh no you-” Sasuke was jerked backwards by the wrist and pulled roughly onto the couch, Naruto suddenly straddling him not even a second later. “-don’t!”
“What the hell?” Sasuke spat, attempting to push Naruto off him. It didn’t work.
“I should be asking you that,” Naruto said lowly into Sasuke’s face. He slowly dragged his hand up Sasuke’s waist and chest, until he had his hands around Sasuke’s neck-not cupping Sasuke’s face, not tightening around his throat, but just there and holding on. “You just sucked me off and you’re walking away? I didn’t think we played that way.”
Naruto’s voice was nearly a growl and dangerous, bordering both anger and incredulity. Sasuke bristled-why the fuck was the moron upset with him? He was the one who’d been putting up with annoying, half-assed attitudes all semester!
“Play? And since when has there been a ‘we’?!” Sasuke snapped.
Naruto sat back, astonishment written all over his face. “What the fuck does that mean? We’ve fucked twice already, and see each other almost daily! In my book, that’s some kind of ‘we’-worthy!”
Sasuke glared coldly at Naruto. “I guess our books read differently, then.”
Blinking owlishly, Naruto got this kind of awed look on his face. “Why’re you-what-“ Another awful-sounding laugh. “Fine, maybe there is no ‘we’, then,” Naruto whispered, leaning back in to brush noses with Sasuke. His cerulean eyes searched Sasuke’s cold back ones, questioning and determined to get an answer. “But I know you do want…” A kiss, Naruto grabbing his balls-oh GOD-he flicked his tongue inside of Sasuke’s ear and whispered, “this. You can’t deny that.”
Sasuke breathed heavily into Naruto’s shoulder, hot-faced but still angry. Angry. He shoved Naruto off him, hard enough to topple him over onto the floor. Naruto’s back hit the coffee table with a harsh-sounding thwack. “’This’?! What the fuck is ‘this’? We meet, we fuck, you leave, and then you pester me until I fucking snap, and then we do it again!”
“Whoa, what?” Naruto leapt up from the ground, as angry as Sasuke now. “You came after me within fifteen minutes of meeting for the first time, remember?!”
Sasuke snorted. “From what I remember, it was pretty mutual. As I’m sure it would’ve been had it been some other guy you spilt your drink all over!”
Dead silence.
“You…fucking bastard! What the fuck do you know?!”
Sasuke almost felt sorry. Naruto looked hurt.
But he wasn’t the only one hurting here.
“Exactly,” Sasuke ground out. “Neither of us know what this is we’re doing! And that’s the way I don’t play.”
Naruto took a slow step forward, face turning stony. “Bastard. I knew what I was doing. Exactly,” he leaned towards Sasuke, putting an arm on either side of dark, mussed hair, “what I was doing. You’re the only confused one, babe.“
He went to kiss Sasuke, who pummeled him firmly in the jaw.
“OW-shit-“
Naruto fell over the corner of the coffee table, clutching his jaw.
“Dumb fuck! Do you think I’m some bitch you can sweet-talk?!” Sasuke spat vehemently.
He attempted to breeze past Naruto but instead joined him on the floor when the blonde snatched his ankle, toppling him over. They scuffled for a beat, each trying to push off the other to get up. Kicking back, Sasuke aimed for Naruto’s face and thus immediate escape-Naruto caught on, though, and blocked the kick with his arm before securing a hold on Sasuke’s other leg. He clawed his way up a struggling Sasuke, wincing when a fist caught him in the ribs. With a snarl, Naruto backhanded Sasuke in retaliation, and managed to pin both of Sasuke’s arms to the ground. He moved to quickly sit on Sasuke’s middle-but not before Sasuke kneed him in the stomach. Naruto gasped, curling in on himself, and Sasuke scrambled to his elbows right as Naruto collapsed on top of him.
“Jesus Christ,” Naruto panted, pushing Sasuke into the carpet. “What Sakura said about you was a severe understatement. Difficult, my ass…”
Angrily, Sasuke’s eyes widened-but apparently, Naruto had caught his breath enough. He re-pinned Sasuke’s arms and tried kissing him again, tongue darting in and back out when Sasuke bit at it. A feral noise bubbled up Naruto’s throat and he bit Sasuke’s bottom lip, hard. Giving a surprised grunt, Sasuke flinched when Naruto licked and sucked at the blood welling from the broken skin. He could feel his pants tightening again, though, and felt like shrieking traitor! at his hardening cock. Then Naruto murmured something against his bruising, red-swollen lips, and Sasuke froze.
“You’re beautiful,” Naruto repeated, this time against his ear. Holding his breath for whatever reason, Sasuke watched as Naruto raised his head, blue eyes filled with some longing, searching emotion. Touching a gentle finger to a black eyebrow, Naruto traced down to Sasuke’s temple and then across the sharp line of his jaw-ending at the lips, more fingers softly caressing there. “You don’t even know. You’re distant, make yourself untouchable; but you are so beautiful, and I can’t just leave you alone. That’s why I was afraid, still-now I’m here, because I’m not anymore and I want this, I want you-”
A deep rumble-crack and the power hummed off, lightning suddenly the only light flashing through the darkened house. Naruto stopped talking and Sasuke stared at his shadowed face. What Sasuke saw in the next lightning flash made him hesitantly and barely kiss the fingers on his mouth. Expression softening, Naruto leaned down, and brushed their lips. Sasuke nodded, and kissed Naruto.
That was all Naruto needed.
Hands were suddenly roaming all over Sasuke, brushing back his bangs and coarse-coal hair, rubbing frantic patterns into his back and shoulders, running over his chest and flicking his nipples. This time, Sasuke surrendered to the pleasant abuse, but not before implementing his own-he grabbed fistfuls of Naruto’s blonde hair, moving against his body and tonguing his way down Naruto’s throat. The response he got was whole-hearted and just as intense, with an added ass-squeeze. Sasuke sighed into Naruto’s mouth. Naruto’s airy laugh rumbled along with overhead thunder, and he transferred his attention from Sasuke’s mouth to his neck, and then his shoulder. Sasuke squirmed languidly under Naruto, trying not to harrumph-the idiot was probably leaving marks-and moved one of his hands down to Naruto’s pants to find an already re-hardened crotch.
Naruto hummed throatily at Sasuke’s touch, but rolled onto his side before Sasuke could do anything further. “Wait,” Naruto breathed. Removed from Naruto’s touch, Sasuke realized how aroused he was: tingling, hot body, throbbing erection, trembling breaths, flushed-pink cheeks and half-lidded eyes-he had the works. And as Naruto’s hands found the elastic band of Sasuke’s pajama bottoms, a million more sensations ran through him.
“What’re,“ Sasuke choked out as Naruto pulled down the pajama pants swiftly, “you…doing?!”
Sasuke’s underwear slid off next, and his dick was suddenly bare and very hard. Wet tongue followed by blown air sent violent shivers up Sasuke’s spine. Naruto peered up from licking Sasuke’s cock, smiling coyly. “Hang on, babe,” he whispered, running a finger up the shaft while he rummaged for something on the floor with his other hand.
Breathing heavily, Sasuke was about to demand he hurry the fuck up with whatever he was doing when the blonde’s face lit up-apparently he’d found what he was looking for. There was a snap and a squelch, and then Sasuke’s legs were level with Naruto’s arms and his back was against Naruto’s stomach. “M-moron,” Sasuke stuttered, “what the-ngh!” Lubed fingers began massaging his balls and running up his cock, then, and Sasuke forgot about asking questions.
Naruto wasn’t done licking, though. Sasuke’s eyes widened almost comically as he felt Naruto’s tongue dancing around his entrance. He swirled his tongue on the outside, sucking gently with his teeth-Sasuke wriggled, looking up through his spread legs at Naruto’s head of blonde hair. “DOBE! What’re-nnn, no-stop, ngh, ah, ah, AH!”
Sasuke’s fingers grabbed at carpet as Naruto’s tongue pushed in and swirled on the inside, slow then fast, thrusting then nipping. Toes twitching, Sasuke rammed a heel into Naruto’s head by accident, but he didn’t pay it any mind. “Mmmf, ah, oh…” Sasuke groaned, rocking his ass-and a lubed finger was there to fill it, pressing in uncomfortably but not unpleasantly. It wasn’t until Naruto began scissoring with a second finger that Sasuke finally registered what Naruto was preparing him to do, and began to panic.
“No,” Naruto said, feeling Sasuke tense up. “Relax. I want to make you feel amazing.”
Sasuke didn’t get much of a chance to argue, as Naruto’s third finger entered and he managed to scrape the magic spot. Letting out an impressive moan, Sasuke shuddered and threw his head back. Naruto grinned, and brushed the same spot again. Sasuke bucked against his fingers, giving a pleasure-ridden grunt.
“Oh, fuck, Sasuke,” he heard Naruto say as he rode the other’s fingers, panting. Not enough. He slid back, slipping Naruto’s fingers out of him, then sitting up and diving at the sweatpants Naruto wore. Fortunately, they were on the same page-Naruto covered his dick with lube as soon as Sasuke freed it from the pants, and next they were on the floor, Naruto pushing into Sasuke.
Neither of them lasted very long. Naruto managed to drive home with every thrust, sending Sasuke into an intensifying white-spotted bliss while rocking his hips. He wrapped a hand back around Sasuke’s stiff cock, as well, pumping hectically in time. Sasuke grasped at Naruto’s shoulders with white knuckles, Naruto holding onto Sasuke’s hip with a fierce grip.
“Ah-oh, GOD, Sasuke, I’m gonna-”
Sasuke beat him to it, crying out, “Nnnngh, N-Naruto!” before seeing stars and spilling all over their stomachs and Naruto’s hand. He felt Naruto finish seconds later, tensing overhead before collapsing on top of him. Naruto tried to kiss him, but Sasuke pushed a palm at his mouth, mumbling to brush his teeth first. They lay still, panting and sweaty and hot but relaxed beyond reason.
“…Why did you leave?”
Sasuke breaks the easy silence, voice exhausted but words important. Very important.
Naruto shifts, sleepily burying his face further into Sasuke’s hair. “What?”
“At that party, your birthday-both times, you left before I could. And then pretended nothing had happened. Why?”
Raising his head, Naruto breathed on Sasuke’s cheek. “I could ask you the very same. So there’s your answer, right?”
Afraid. Both had been afraid-not sure of what they were doing, of what they were getting into. Sasuke was somebody everyone admired but most never touched. Naruto was regarded a loose cannon, unpredictable and explosive. Neither knew what to expect, just that the other drove them crazy in all respective manners; but something between them clicked, too. Some primal strength and passion each noticed in the other amongst their weaknesses. Something drew them together.
“…Tch.” Sasuke rolled Naruto off him, but didn’t move away. “Why can’t you be direct about things, dobe?”
Naruto chuckled, barely awake. “We’re on your living room floor naked, and you’re asking me to ‘be direct about things’?”
Sasuke couldn’t help but snicker. He’d have to ask Naruto later whether he always went on pizza runs with lube in his pocket. He closed his eyes, and listened to Naruto’s slowing, evening breaths behind him. It was soothing, hearing someone beside him. He wondered briefly where his glasses were but didn’t pursue the thought, eyes already slipping shut.
The storm raged on outside, though not quite as violent before. Sasuke fell asleep with Naruto’s warmth at his back, an arm thrown around his waist, and feeling as if his life was going to be very different from then on.
A good kind of different.