A Tale of Two Geniuses
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The Aftermath of a Dream
The Aftermath of a Dream (Naruto, Neji/Shika , #6)
Title: The Aftermath of a Dream
Author/Artist:
Pairing: Neji/Shika
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 6 - The Closet
Disclaimer: 'snot mine.
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Hyuuga Neji woke with a start, heart pounding. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, running a hand through his hair, some of which clung damply to his face. It had been a particularly vivid dream. Not a nightmare - oh, no, not at all unpleasant, but disturbing nonetheless.
He thought back over what he could remember of it.
Hands, lightly calloused and warm, slide under his top. Fingers splay across his chest, leaving ten trails of tingling warmth as they caress his torso. Lips hovering so close to his that he can feel warm breath mingling with his. He can't see the other person, perhaps his eyes are closed? He remembers a trembling, tight feeling in his chest as he leaned forward and pressed his slightly parted lips against the other's...
Neji groaned softly, unable to ignore the throbbing hardness beneath his sleep shorts any longer. With the flick of a finger, he undid the button fly on his shorts and slipped his hand into the opening. He bit his lip as his slim fingers wrapped around his cock, and his mind continued to replay his dream.
The kiss deepened, tongues meeting, teeth nipping lips, short, breathy gasps taken before eagerly going back for more. Neji wrapped his arms around his lover. His hands drifted to the other's hips and he pulled their hips against his.
Neji slowed the strokes of his hand. During the dream, it hadn't felt wrong that the chest pressed to his was flat and hard. It hadn't felt wrong to have the bulge of a sizeable erection pressing against his own. Was it wrong to be turned on after having an erotic dream involving another man? Was it wrong to even have such a dream?
The hot breath of his lover moved to his ear. A soft, masculine voice murmured "Neji..." and the desire in the word made him shiver. His lover opened the front of his top and kissed a burning path from his earlobe to the base of his throat, then down his chest. The man's hands dropped to Neji's lower back as he knelt in front of the Hyuuga, lips and teeth teasing gently at first one nipple, then the other. Neji's head fell back and he stared sightlessly at the ceiling while his lover opened the fastening on his pants and pulled his cock free of his silk boxers.
All at once, he was engulfed in velvety-smooth wet heat, all the way down to the base of his cock. He gritted his teeth against the cry that tried to escape his throat. Mangled and muted, the sound escaped anyway. He could feel his lover's mouth tighten around him as the other man smirked.
Neji gripped his lover's head as he bobbed back and forth along his cock, tongue pressing against the underside, then swirling around the head, then tracing lines back down the length of it. Neji knew it wasn't going to take much more to finish him off. True enough, the moment he felt the other man's hand cup around his balls, he felt them tense. He looked down, wanting to look his lover in the eyes at the moment of his climax. Dark brown eyes looked back up at him, heavy with desire. Neji's fingers dug into the pulled-back hair of the slightly younger man. "Ah! Shika-!" he cried, emptying himself into his waiting mouth...
That's when Neji had woken up, and to be honest, he was surprised he hadn't come in his sleep. He'd certainly remedied that, he thought wryly, reaching for a handkerchief. So, it was Shikamaru he'd dreamed of. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that. He'd never really thought of Shikamaru as anything more than a colleague or a peer, but if he thought about it, there WERE things that Neji found attractive about him. The curve of his perfectly-shaped eyebrows, the earrings that gave him a slightly exotic look, his dark eyes, his nimble hands, even his laid-back attitude was sometimes appealing. And he imagined Shikamaru's skin would be warm to touch, even through his fishnet shirt.
Neji's penis was helpfully erect again. With a sigh, he attended to it once more, and this time he tried consciously thinking of Shikamaru. It didn't feel wrong at all.
*** End ***
Title: The Aftermath of a Dream
Author/Artist:
Pairing: Neji/Shika
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 6 - The Closet
Disclaimer: 'snot mine.
***
Hyuuga Neji woke with a start, heart pounding. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, running a hand through his hair, some of which clung damply to his face. It had been a particularly vivid dream. Not a nightmare - oh, no, not at all unpleasant, but disturbing nonetheless.
He thought back over what he could remember of it.
Hands, lightly calloused and warm, slide under his top. Fingers splay across his chest, leaving ten trails of tingling warmth as they caress his torso. Lips hovering so close to his that he can feel warm breath mingling with his. He can't see the other person, perhaps his eyes are closed? He remembers a trembling, tight feeling in his chest as he leaned forward and pressed his slightly parted lips against the other's...
Neji groaned softly, unable to ignore the throbbing hardness beneath his sleep shorts any longer. With the flick of a finger, he undid the button fly on his shorts and slipped his hand into the opening. He bit his lip as his slim fingers wrapped around his cock, and his mind continued to replay his dream.
The kiss deepened, tongues meeting, teeth nipping lips, short, breathy gasps taken before eagerly going back for more. Neji wrapped his arms around his lover. His hands drifted to the other's hips and he pulled their hips against his.
Neji slowed the strokes of his hand. During the dream, it hadn't felt wrong that the chest pressed to his was flat and hard. It hadn't felt wrong to have the bulge of a sizeable erection pressing against his own. Was it wrong to be turned on after having an erotic dream involving another man? Was it wrong to even have such a dream?
The hot breath of his lover moved to his ear. A soft, masculine voice murmured "Neji..." and the desire in the word made him shiver. His lover opened the front of his top and kissed a burning path from his earlobe to the base of his throat, then down his chest. The man's hands dropped to Neji's lower back as he knelt in front of the Hyuuga, lips and teeth teasing gently at first one nipple, then the other. Neji's head fell back and he stared sightlessly at the ceiling while his lover opened the fastening on his pants and pulled his cock free of his silk boxers.
All at once, he was engulfed in velvety-smooth wet heat, all the way down to the base of his cock. He gritted his teeth against the cry that tried to escape his throat. Mangled and muted, the sound escaped anyway. He could feel his lover's mouth tighten around him as the other man smirked.
Neji gripped his lover's head as he bobbed back and forth along his cock, tongue pressing against the underside, then swirling around the head, then tracing lines back down the length of it. Neji knew it wasn't going to take much more to finish him off. True enough, the moment he felt the other man's hand cup around his balls, he felt them tense. He looked down, wanting to look his lover in the eyes at the moment of his climax. Dark brown eyes looked back up at him, heavy with desire. Neji's fingers dug into the pulled-back hair of the slightly younger man. "Ah! Shika-!" he cried, emptying himself into his waiting mouth...
That's when Neji had woken up, and to be honest, he was surprised he hadn't come in his sleep. He'd certainly remedied that, he thought wryly, reaching for a handkerchief. So, it was Shikamaru he'd dreamed of. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that. He'd never really thought of Shikamaru as anything more than a colleague or a peer, but if he thought about it, there WERE things that Neji found attractive about him. The curve of his perfectly-shaped eyebrows, the earrings that gave him a slightly exotic look, his dark eyes, his nimble hands, even his laid-back attitude was sometimes appealing. And he imagined Shikamaru's skin would be warm to touch, even through his fishnet shirt.
Neji's penis was helpfully erect again. With a sigh, he attended to it once more, and this time he tried consciously thinking of Shikamaru. It didn't feel wrong at all.
*** End ***