What Can I Do For You?

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.



Summary: Sasuke, a popular musician, is forced to attend the PBA bull riding championships. As luck would have it, he is forced to sit beside Naruto--the owner of one of the meanest bulls. Sparks fly.



A/N: Gift for Akiruchan for surviving her hell week at school. I apologize for any condensed feelings you might get through the story, it really should have been a m/c but I just didn't have the time to do that for her. I'll make it up to her later with a M/c wild west story. Until then, I hope everyone enjoys it. Betaed by: theablackthorn



Warnings: cursing, yaoi, some ooc,





Forget The Horse, Ride a Cowboy





The typical malicious glare was all Sasuke Uchiha gave his brother and manager the moment the words rodeo left his mouth. He’d agreed to performing on the final day of the PBA championship tournament--that didn’t mean he wanted to go sit in a cow shit smelling arena to watch a bunch of idiots try to stay seated on a bull jumping around because his balls were being pinched with rope. Did Itachi think he was a moron? He didn’t even perform country music.



“I’m not going to the damn rodeo. I’ll sing for these hicks but why, by all that is holy, would I want to go watch a bunch of cowboys make idiots of themselves?” Sasuke snatched two sodas from the mini-fridge in his hotel suite.



“For publicity. It makes you seem little less like the asshole you play in the tabloids. You could at least try to act like the decent person I know is in there…somewhere.” Itachi caught the soda tossed his way as Sasuke threw himself across the sofa.



“How are the ticket sales for the concert?”



“You know very well they are sold out. Stop being a dick and get some good publicity. This asshole routine of yours will only take you so far. Your fans will get tired of it and go elsewhere. Where will that put you?” Itachi shoved his fingers against Sasuke’s brow, forcing him to look at him. “A has been with no outlet for the music I know you love.”



“God, does my softer side really have to be exposed at a rodeo? Can’t we go to like, a theme park or something?” Sasuke shoved Itachi’s hand away, sending his brother a look that would have worked on anyone else. Itachi was immune. Damn it.



“You’re going to the rodeo. You are going to laugh.” Sasuke snorted. “And smile. And appear to have a good time. Even if nails are being driven through the soles of your feet. I mean it Sasuke. The PBA bull rider championships are big shit. You being there will be good publicity. If you play nice this weekend, I’ll leave you alone for a couple of weeks to do whatever it is you do between concerts. Deal?”



“Fine but don’t expect me to be cheering or anything. I’ve never watched this shit before.” Sasuke watched Itachi consider for a moment before answering.



“You don’t have to cheer, but at least smile when the announcers make a joke or when the rodeo clowns do their little skits between rounds. All I’m asking is that you not play the asshole for one night.” Itachi held out his hand. It would be the only way to make Sasuke abide by the rules. Both were men of their word and a handshake was a symbol of that.



“Deal.” Sasuke took the offered hand.



“It wouldn’t hurt for you to flirt with some girls, either.”



“Don’t push it.” he growled, pulling his hand away. This was going to be hell.



~*~



Sasuke slumped in his assigned seat. Thankfully the smell of manure wasn’t overpowering. Itachi had forced him to come early, saying it was to avoid the crowd in finding his seat. He called bullshit on that. His brother was doing it so he would have to suffer an hour longer.



“Ladies and Gentlemen, before we begin tonight’s entertainment, I’m pleased to announce that the reclusive Sasuke Uchiha is in the stands tonight. He’ll be performing at the closing concert on Saturday night. Give him a round of applause.”



Oh no! He only had a split second before every camera in the arena turned to focus on him. God damn Itachi to Hell for this. Playing along was all he could do. Lifting a hand, he nonchalantly waved to the cameras and several swooning teenagers.



“Excuse me. Coming through.” Sasuke jolted as his arena seat was pressed forward.



“Idiot! Why didn’t you come early so you wouldn’t have to kick everyone getting to your seat?” Sasuke snarled under his breath. He wouldn’t dare pick a fight after Itachi had conned him into agreeing to be nice tonight, but he wanted to.



He glared up at the tall, somewhat muscular cowboy want-to-be, complete with denim jeans, leather boots, and a Stetson. The only thing that didn’t fit in with his trademark cowboy look was the orange form fitting tee-shirt. He couldn’t help but mentally drool over the muscles he could see outlined beneath the thin material.



When blue eyes turned down to stare at him, he lost all train of thought. He wondered what those eyes looked like after a nice hard fucking. He’d never been into the Brokeback Mountain cowboy fucking, but shit if he didn’t find him developing a taste for it now.



“You wouldn’t know where seat 7-A is, would you?” He even had a bedroom voice. He just knew he was about to start drooling when the question sunk in. He was in 6-A so the man was seated next to him. It must be a blessing from God.



“There,” he said, pointing to the empty seat to his right.



“You serious? I’ve been trying to find my seat for like twenty minutes. I guess I assumed since you are a big shot musician, you had bought both seats beside you. You do put out a fuck off or I’ll kill you aura.” Lips split into a wide grin as he settled beside him. He could even brush aside the comment about his aura. The man practically oozed sex. He was certainly glad he liked men. Technically, he was bi-sexual but women put him off with their grabby hands and needy personalities. Men tended to be only marginally better. Tonight, however, he was full on gay for this man.



“I get that a lot. So…are you a fan of bull riding?” Sasuke internally winced. That was the best he could do? This Adonis was sitting beside him and that was the best he could do as far as conversation. Of course he was a fan of bull riding. Why else would he be here? Idiot.



“I own one of the bulls being ridden tonight. Kyuubi. He’s a mean bastard until you get to know him. I doubt anyone will succeed in riding him for the full eight seconds. It’s good for me though. His stud fees will sky rocket even more. By the way, I’m Naruto Uzumaki.” Another grin spread across Naruto’s features as he extended his hand for a shake.



“Sasuke Uchiha.”



“I know. I couldn’t help but watch as you were singled out. Don’t get out much?” Naruto flagged over a vender, buying a bottle of water and a bag of popcorn.



“That…thing that you saw. That was courtesy of my brother. It was a reminder of our deal.” Sasuke felt himself relaxing in the other’s company, a rare feat for him.



“Your brother’s an asshole to put you in the spotlight. You get it enough with the tabloids.” Naruto began shoving popcorn in his mouth--alternating between chewing and chugging the water.



“You have no idea. So…I’m assuming you have a ranch if you raised a bull,” he mused. It was becoming easier and easier to talk.



“Well…it’s my dad’s ranch. I’ve been working for him since I graduated from high school. I saved up all my money to buy Kyuubi as a calf. He was a bit of a runt but still cost a pretty penny. He’s like a pet to me even though he is one hell of a hard ride for those boys.” Naruto stretched out his long legs. Sasuke wasn’t sure, but the other was probably three or four inches taller than him.



“Hn.”



“There he is! Throw that guy, Kyuubi!” Naruto jumped to his feet, yelling loudly as a massive red bull ripped from the gate, bucking and lunging through the air. The poor idiot riding him didn’t stand a chance as the bull sent him to the dirt covering the arena floor. The bull--obviously not happy with his rider--turned angry eyes towards the man sprawled on the dirt before snorting with intended menace. Rodeo clowns jumped into the fray, trying unsuccessfully to draw the attention of the bull only to have its sights on the cowboy alone.



“Bad Kyuubi!” Naruto yelled, lunging over Sasuke to lean over the rails--his ass pushed directly in his face. Torture pure and simple. All it would take was a slight leaning forward and he could take a bite of the ass that was presented before him. Where had all his dark tendencies gone to, leaving him transformed into such a lecherous individual?



The bull, having heard his master’s voice over the roar of the crowd, released a bellow before trotting like a puppy towards the open gate. Naruto grinned at Sasuke before snatching his wrist. “I’m going to introduce you to my baby now that he’s had his eight seconds of fame.”



Sasuke was about to refuse when he was jerked to his feet and dragged through the arena towards the bull storing area. The scent of manure, hay, and sweat hit him full in the face. It took nearly all his willpower to keep from wrenching from Naruto’s grip. Itachi was probably laughing his ass off at his ‘foolish’ little brother being dragged off by the ‘cowboy’. He would never hear the end of it.



“Better luck next time fellas.” Naruto patted the bull rider on his shoulder as they approached Kyuubi’s holding pen. “Bad Kyuubi! Bad bull!”



The previously lifted red head dropped at the reprimand. The monster was acting like a scolded puppy. He shook his head in confusion. Was that even possible for a bloodthirsty animal to act like a household pet?



“Sasuke, come meet Kyuubi. He’s my baby when he’s not being mean and trying to eat the riders.” Naruto waved him over. Looking upward for divine guidance, Sasuke approached the pen slowly. The bull eyed him with the same wariness he was giving the creature.



“Isn’t he pretty? He’s gonna need a bath after this. They like the bulls to look dirty. Makes them look more mean or something.” Naruto rubbed the bull between his eyes, causing a deep sigh to release from the massive body. “Come on, Sasuke. Say hello. He won’t hurt you.”



“I think the rider would beg to differ.” He groaned as his hand was snatched once more and brought to coarse hair covering the animal’s forehead. He waited patiently for the animal to rear back and bite his hand off.



Naruto edged up behind him, forcing him closer to the animal. “Naruto…”



“Don’t worry Sasuke. He won’t hurt you. I think he likes you.” Of course, Sasuke thought differently as a dangerous gleam entered the bull’s eyes. “I like you too.”



What the fuck was that? Where did that come from? Sasuke opened his mouth but no sound exited. What did one say when a drop dead gorgeous male said he liked you? “Ahh…”



“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?” Well he certainly moved fast. One minute they were mere acquaintances and now he was asking him on a date. Sasuke wasn’t sure whether he should fall to his knees in thanks or ask the other what he was smoking. Then it hit him. The concert was tomorrow. Fuck.



“I can’t…the concert is tomorrow.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.



“Oh…alright.” Naruto looked a bit down. Sasuke needed to salvage this before he lost the chance. It wasn’t every day a gorgeous blue eyed blond fell into your lap.



“We’ll be done by eleven if you don’t mind a late dinner. If you like, you can come to the concert. I can arrange to get a pass for you,” Sasuke burst out.



The twinkle returned to the eyes and a grin of happiness parted the tan lips. “Sure.”



“Just go to the backstage entrance tomorrow around six. Have your ID and I’ll have a pass waiting on you.” Sasuke knew a blush was starting to stain his cheeks. What was he…twelve with his first crush?



“Mr. Uchiha? You weren’t supposed to leave your seat. We can’t protect you if you wander off.” A man in a black suit and tie approached the two, making Sasuke roll his eyes.



“Meet Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Itachi hired them to baby sit me. I’ve told you two. I do what I want, when I want. If you want to follow me around that’s your business.” Naruto began chuckle as the two released a nearly synchronized sigh.



“It’s almost finished. All that’s left is the awards ceremony. We should leave before the crowds start out. It will make protecting you easier.” Dum said, eyeing Naruto and the snorting bull.



“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Sasuke.” Naruto grinned, waving as he walked away.



“Yeah.”



“Mr. Uchiha will hear of you not remaining in your seat.” Dee grunted, urging Sasuke to walk faster.



“You two are morons.” He pushed past the two and made his way to the waiting limo, unable to stop the tingle of excitement at the thought seeing Naruto the next day.



~*~



“Sasuke would you please sit still for Ino?” Itachi growled from the sofa in the dressing room.



“Shut up.” he grumbled, forcing himself to relax while the girl layered on the thick eyeliner and stage make up. His nerves hadn’t been this shot since his first live performance. He couldn’t go on stage like this. He was fucked in the head waiting for a certain blond.



“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were nervous. You’ve done hundreds of shows so you can’t be nervous about that. I wonder if it has to do with a certain cowboy.” Itachi smirked over the edge of his magazine.



“Shut up, asshole.” Sasuke gritted his teeth at the amused chuckle.



“Then it wouldn’t have anything to do with the backstage pass you left with the stage door guard, would it?”



“Itachi if you don’t…” A knock on the door interrupted his sentence. He was on his feet in an instant, nearly ripping the door from its hinges in his desperation to open it.



“Mr. Uchiha, this man said he had business with you.”



Naruto grinned sheepishly around the large backstage worker. “Hey Sasuke. Sorry I’m late but Kyuubi was giving his handlers a bit of hassle.”



Sasuke gestured for him to enter, slamming the door behind him. “I’m just glad you made it.”



“Yes, we are both glad you made it. Now my foolish brother will sit still for Ino while she finishes his hair and make up. Itachi Uchiha.” Itachi held out his hand to the other.



“Naruto Uzumaki. Sasuke mentioned you. You don’t seem quite the asshole he made you out to be.” Naruto took the offered hand with a grin.



“Give me time,” he chuckled, leading Naruto to the chair.



“Would you like some refreshments? I’m afraid we don’t have any alcohol. Sasuke doesn’t drink and I don’t take more than wine at meals.” Itachi gestured to the variety of soda and fruit drinks set up on a table in the corner.



“I’m good.” Naruto walked to where Ino was touching up the blue highlights in Sasuke’s hair.



“Stop staring,” he grumbled.



“You look different.”



“Well I’m about to go on stage, idiot.” Sasuke winced when Ino snatched at his hair.



“Be nice to your guest Sasuke.” She set about arranging the spiky locks. “Don’t mind him. He gets like this before every performance. I think he’s trying to act the part of the bad boy rocker but he’s really a sweetheart once you get to know him.”



Itachi snorted. “Whatever you are smoking, I’d like some.”



“My brother and his wife like to joke around.” Sasuke brushed her hands away. “It’s fine. Can Naruto and I have a minute before it’s time to go on stage?”



Itachi snorted, earning a slap from his blonde wife before being dragged out of the dressing room. “Sure Sasuke.”



“How long until you go on?” Naruto scratched his cheek nervously, his Stetson having been tossed on a chair.



“About fifteen minutes. I’m glad you came.” Sasuke was sure if he wasn’t wearing the heavy foundation, he would have had glowing red cheeks.



“We’re still on for dinner?” If Sasuke wasn’t mistaken, he’d have sworn Naruto’s cheeks were beginning to flush with pink.



“Yeah…Naruto…”



“Sasuke…you need to head towards the stage area.” Itachi knocked discretely on the door.



“Damn…I gotta go. Stay with Itachi and watch the show.” Sasuke smirked a little as he strolled past his brother, took his electric guitar, and trotted out on stage. The arena released deafening screams as he plugged the cord into the amplifier--going directly into his first song.



“He really is something on stage. Voice like an angel and an attitude like Satan himself.” Itachi chuckled gesturing for Naruto sit in the chair beside him.



“You shouldn’t talk bad about your brother.” He took the chair, his eyes fixated on Sasuke as he moved along the stage. Every so often, the other would glance towards him and their eyes would meet.



“I love him. But he’s a little bastard. Maybe you can mellow him out.” Itachi accepted a bottle of water from Ino before she settled in his lap. “If you don’t mind me asking. What are your intentions towards my brother?”



“Are you asking me if I want to marry him?” Naruto paled significantly.



“Are you?”



“I’m just a small time son of a rancher who hit it big with his bull. I don’t know what you expect from me.” Naruto rubbed his cheeks nervously.



“Did you know who Sasuke was before you met him?” Itachi took the cigarette Ino handed him--lighting up before glancing at the other.



“Of course. You can’t stand in line for groceries without seeing his face,” he answered.



“So you know how he is. Ever since our parents died, he’s been pissed off at the world. I can’t tell you how nice it is to see the real Sasuke. The minute you walked in the dressing room, I could see the anger melting from him. I think you are good for him but I don’t want him walking into heartbreak. God only knows what sort of music he would pump out.” Ino rolled her eyes at the comment.



“I would never hurt him intentionally.” Naruto if nothing else was honest and Itachi--a master at reading people--could see it.



“I’ve arranged for a dinner to be waiting for you two in Sasuke’s suite. He’s not going to be in the mood to dine out. Just a word of advice, blondie. You hurt him and you deal with me. Got it?” Itachi stretched out his legs and pulled out a book.



Naruto nodded, his gaze once more locked on the stage where Sasuke’s voice purred throughout the arena. The roar of the fans lining the stage and seats throughout the area nearly muted Sasuke’s voice.



After nearly two hours of pleasing the crowd, Sasuke gave his bows and exited to the right where Naruto and Itachi were seated. “How did you like it?”



“You certainly know how to put on a show.” Naruto chuckled, wiping at the eyeliner running down Sasuke’s cheeks.



“Let me clean up a little and we can leave.” Sasuke smiled, leading Naruto back towards the dressing room. “Wait here.”



Sasuke closed the bathroom, stripping out of his sweat soaked clothes, and stepping into the shower. The adrenaline continued to rush through his system, making blood pool in his crotch. His bath was usually time spent alone to jerk off and expend that built up heat. With Naruto in the other room, it made his desire spike even higher.



He groaned, pressing his brow into the cool tiles surrounding him. If he didn’t jerk off, he would be jumpy and irritable. That wasn’t something he wanted at his dinner with Naruto. He would make it quick.



Reaching down, his calloused hand gripped his erection. Naruto had calloused hands. Thumping his head back against the tile, his mind replaced his own hand by a significantly darker tinted one.



He could almost hear the way Naruto would pant in his ear--the moans he would make as their skin glided along each other. His eyes drifted shut as he became lost in the fantasy. His hand jerked along the shaft, pausing between strokes to tease the Prince Albert piercing. He wondered what Naruto would think of the piercing. The image of a pink tongue swirling over the piercing had him shooting hard, electricity jolting through him.



“Fuck!” he hissed. Shivers rocketed up his spine as cum splattered thickly on the tiles. He bit his lip, giving a few last strokes before collapsing against the wall.



“Sasuke, are you alright?” Naruto knocked several times.



“Fine.” He pressed his cheeks against the cool tile, cursing the hoarse sounding answer. “I’ll be out in a minute.”



He finished washing the make-up and sweat from his body, stepping from the steamed stall. Fresh clothes were hanging on the wall. He ran a hand threw his hair, spiking the back before stepping from the bathroom. “Sorry I took so long. The shower felt really good.”



“It’s alright.” Naruto grinned, taking in the freshly washed man before him. “Itachi said we had a dinner waiting for us in your hotel.”



Sasuke sighed thankfully. “I hope you don’t mind.”



“Hey, I just wanted dinner. If we were in Montana, we would be having dinner at my house. I grill a mean steak. But don‘t tell Kyuubi. I think he thinks I‘m a vegetarian.” Naruto snickered.



“I don’t think he’ll care since he seems to have a taste for human meat.” Sasuke couldn’t help the joke as it slipped out.



Naruto placed a hand to his chest. “How can you say such a thing about my baby?”



“Because it’s true and you are a moron if you don’t realize it,” Sasuke snickered.



The banter continued from the arena and up to the suite. As soon as they walked in the door, they were greeted to the sight of steaming food. It couldn’t have been placed their more than two minutes before.



“Your hotel is good.” Naruto grinned, tugging Sasuke to the table.



A rare steak greeted Naruto while, Sasuke devoured braised chicken and vegetables. “You don’t like steak?”



“I do on rare occasions. I like chicken better,” he answered.



“Well if you come visit me, you are going to eat steak and it will melt in your mouth. I’m that good.” Naruto cut off a bite, presenting it to Sasuke.



“Are you saying that your steak would be better than one from a five star restaurant?” Sasuke closed his lips over the tip of the fork, savoring the flavor of seasoned meat.



“Damn straight. These city folk don’t know how to cook a good steak. The seasoning is all wrong and it’s not as tender as it could be.” Naruto grinned, taking a bite before offering another to Sasuke.



“Are you going to hand feed me too, when you cook for me?” Sasuke lapped at a drop of juice before taking the offered meat.



“Maybe.” He cut into the meat, this time offering it with his fingers. The flavorful juice ran down his thumb, caught at his wrist by Sasuke’s tongue.



“I think that piece was the best yet,” Sasuke murmured, his brow arching at the flush spreading across Naruto’s cheeks. “Are you finished?”



Naruto had obviously lost his voice as all he did was nod as Sasuke drew him to his feet. He flicked on the stereo, creating an outpouring of smooth jazz. “Do I get a dance?”



“S-Sure.” Naruto pulled Sasuke’s shorter frame against him.



Sasuke allowed the other to lead him, letting his own hands settle on the swaying hips. Their bodies brushed against each other to the rhythm of the music. Running his hands over the bony juts keeping Naruto‘s jeans on his hips, he leaned up to brush his lips along the other. “This is a nice way to end a concert.”



“How do you usually end it?” Naruto pulled Sasuke closer, burying his face in the clean scented hair.



“I usually jerk off in the shower and then go to bed after yelling at Itachi for being an asshole.” Sasuke smirked when Naruto’s body shivered as his hands drifted over his ass.



“Did you…?” Naruto croaked out.



“Mmhmm,” Sasuke purred. “I imagined you were with me.”



“God!” Naruto groaned, leaning his head to press against Sasuke’s. “Don’t say stuff like that.”



“It felt so good. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck your ass or have you fuck mine.” Sasuke rubbed his cheek against the slightly stubbly feel of Naruto’s.



Sasuke smirked, knowing Naruto’s control was thread thin. The comment about his antics in the shower after the show sent the other over the edge. He was slammed into the wall as Naruto ravaged his mouth. Their hips ground together as Sasuke’s legs rose up to wrap tightly around Naruto’s waist.



“Sasuke…” Naruto panted as he suckled the skin on Sasuke’s neck.



“Bedroom.” Sasuke’s hands dipped beneath the tight tee-shirt to stroke along the muscles beneath.



Naruto stumbled through the dark bedroom, Sasuke devouring his lips. The taut legs released their hold on him in time for him to stumble backwards to the bed.



Sasuke smirked at the lust clouded eyes. Lifting his fingers to trail over his black tee-shirt, he couldn’t stop the thrill rushing through him. It had been nearly a year since his last so called relationship. His body was practically screaming with pent up need.



Tugging the shirt over his head he straddled Naruto’s hips, grinding down as his fingers pinched on his nipples. Naruto groaned loudly at the little show, sending even more heat through Sasuke. He hadn’t been this aroused since high school.



He smirked as Naruto lifted a hand to trace the tribal tattoo swirling over his shoulder and upper arm. “Do you like that? I have something I think you’ll like even more.”



“What’s…What’s that?” Naruto gasped hoarsely as Sasuke began to rock his hips against him.



“That’s a surprise.” Sasuke pushed at Naruto’s shirt, edging it up to reveal dusky nipples. “You have a fucking sexy body.”



Leaning down, he enveloped one nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over the nub before tugging lightly with his teeth, he growled low in his throat. Naruto’s hips jerked beneath him. The man was a walking wet dream and he was all his.



Making quick work of the buckle and fastenings, he tugged the well worn denim over tan legs. His hips and legs were only the faintest shade lighter than his upper body. His thick cock bounced lightly against the tan abdomen, leaving damp trails where it touched. “Fuck, you’re tan everywhere.”



“Sasuke…don’t…” Naruto’s guttural moan echoed through the room as Sasuke cupped the hard length.



“Don’t what? Don’t stroke you?” Sasuke moved his hand up the length to swirl his thumb over the tip.



“Don’t lick you?” Naruto’s entire body gave a hard shudder as Sasuke’s tongue replaced his thumb to swirl over the tip.



“Don’t suck you?” His mouth enveloped the tip, giving one hard suck. Naruto’s body jerked off the bed, a small dribble of cum flowing over Sasuke’s tongue. “You taste fucking good.”



“Sasuke…you’re killing me.” Naruto moaned, reaching down to clasp a hand around his erection to stem off the rising orgasm.



“That’s the idea, idiot.” Sasuke suckled along the head.



“Stop…I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” Naruto arched his hips, the head of his erection sliding deeper into his mouth.



“If you insist.” Sasuke pulled back, his hands going to his, as yet, still buttoned pants.



“Let me.” Naruto pulled Sasuke so that he straddled his hips; his unbound length pressing longingly against Sasuke’s denim covered one.



Nimble fingers unsnapped the button and drew down the zipper. Sasuke arched back as fingers teased his erection through the cotton of his boxers. It was both heaven and hell. He couldn’t breathe, his erection screaming for release.



“Hurry up.” he hissed, needing Naruto to stop teasing or he was taking matters into his own hands again.



“Bastard,” Naruto muttered. “I’ll take as long as I want.”



“Hn.” Sasuke rolled his hips to let his point be known as both men moaned at the friction.



Naruto’s hand dipped into the trousers, carefully extracting the blood filled organ. “That’s interesting.” His finger ran over the silver ring inserted through the tip of Sasuke’s erection. He caught one finger on the tip, swirling the jewelry.



“Fuck!” Sasuke arched against him. “I take it you like my piercing.”



“I’ve heard it enhances pleasure. Is that true?” Naruto ran his finger over the piercing again, causing Sasuke to bite down on his shoulder as pleasure rolled through him.



“What do you think?” Sasuke shoved Naruto to the bed. “I’ve made my decision.”



“Huh?”



“I’m going shove my dick so far up your ass, you are going scream for me.” Sasuke stood and shoved his pants, shoes and socks to the floor before returning to the bed to rub his body against the tan body layed out before him.



“Promises, promises.” Naruto smirked as Sasuke growled.



Reaching into the drawer, he withdrew a bottle of lubricant he’d bought in the hotel pharmacy that morning. Pushing a leg over his shoulder, he shoved two lube coated digits inside without warning.



“Asshole!” Naruto grunted, his body clamping down on Sasuke’s fingers.



“So they say. You’re a cowboy, aren’t you? Aren’t you supposed to be hard riding?” Sasuke pressed another finger inside, spreading the substance.



“As I said...asshole. Take it easy, it‘s been a while.” Naruto rolled his hips, becoming accustomed to the feel of Sasuke.



“I’m too horny to go slow.” Sasuke withdrew his fingers, reaching for the condoms he’d bought along with the lubricant.



Naruto grabbed the condom from his hand, sliding it slowly onto Sasuke’s erection. Sasuke purred at the touch before lifting both legs to his shoulders. He loved the coarse feel of the hairs dotting Naruto’s legs. He’d never been one for those men who shaved their bodies of every trace of hair. Naruto had the perfect amount of body hair--not too much and not too little.



“Are you going to get on with it or are you going to stare at me all night?” Naruto hissed, rolling his hips to get the message across.



Sasuke snarled, shoving himself inside without much preamble. The tightness clenched around him, bringing a moan to his lips. Naruto grunted beneath him, glaring daggers at him.



“Christ, you’re tight.” Sasuke withdrew, pushing inside again with a bit more finesse.



Naruto grunted a bit at the motion. “Yeah…I told you…it’s been a while.”



“Good.” Sasuke shoved his hips against Naruto, rolling them until the other began shivering.



He couldn’t believe how tight Naruto was. The heat rolled through him as he rocked his hips into the inferno. He growled in pleasure as Naruto’s legs tightened with each thrust, pleasure ghosting over the other’s face.



He gave a particularly forceful thrust before withdrawing completely, earning an annoyed grunt from his partner. “You’re a cowboy. I want you to ride me.”



Naruto growled but did as he was asked, straddling Sasuke’s hips. His hands went behind him to guide the shaft back into his heat. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as Naruto moaned low, rolling his hips to find the perfect angle. He was so sexy with his back arched. The muscles of his abdomen pulled tight, drawing Sasuke’s hand to rub along the taut ridges.



“Move.” he grunted, needed Naruto to ride him hard and fast. “Hard.”



Naruto’s eyes gleamed as he braced one hand on the headboard of the bed. His hips began rocking hard as he plowed himself down on Sasuke, the bed slamming into the wall with a force to rock the pictures hanging on either side.



The red erection bobbed against his abdomen with each downward thrust. “Ah…Fuck! Sasuke…”



Sasuke grabbed the bobbing erection, stroking along the shaft in time with the harsh movements. His thumb began to flick across the frenulum of Naruto’s cock. It only took a few flicks of his thumb before Naruto gave a shot, shooting thick jets of cum across Sasuke’s chest.



Naruto collapsed against his chest. “You didn’t come?”



“I want you to suck me off.” Sasuke growled, pushing Naruto to his back. He straddled Naruto’s head, jerking the condom from his erection before pressing it inside the warm mouth. “Suck!”



Naruto’s mouth closed over the tip before sucking him down. Sasuke threw back his head at the tight suction pulling him deeper. He could feel the way Naruto's throat teased the metal piercing in his tip, sending his pleasure skyrocketing.“God!”



His moans only seemed to spur Naruto on, his teeth running along the underside. It was too much. Sasuke’s hands fell to the bed, his hips pressing as deep into the mouth as he could. He couldn‘t hold it any longer. He felt himself spurt deep in Naruto‘s throat, each swallow causing more to be expelled. “Fuck!”



His body continued to shiver as he rolled to the side to lie next to Naruto. “That was the best lay I’ve ever had.”



A blond brow arched. “I aim to please.”



Sasuke rolled his eyes, shoving at the tan shoulder. “Are you up for another round?”



Naruto grinned widely. “Yee haw!”



~*~



“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. We have a plane to catch heading back to New York.” Itachi poked at the sprawled body of his brother with the morning newspaper.



Sasuke grumbled, his hand reaching out to pat in search of Naruto’s warmth. “He’s not there, little brother.”



“What!” Sasuke jackknifed in bed, his sleep hazy eyes scanning the room for any trace of his blond. “What did you do with him, Itachi?”



“Why are you accusing me of doing away with him? We aren’t in the mafia, you know.” Itachi chuckled, handing his brother a cup of coffee.



“Itachi…”



“Look on your bedside table.” Itachi pointed at the hastily scrawled note on his bedside.



Sasuke,



Sorry about leaving without telling you. I tried to wake you up but you sleep like a log. I have to head out to escort Kyuubi home. He doesn’t travel well and I have to be there if he starts acting up. Here’s my address. I want to see you again.



Naruto



Sasuke scowled at the note. The idiot was gone. It was just as well. He didn’t need him. It was just a one night fling. He didn’t have time for a relationship. Sasuke ignored a familiar emptiness beginning to take hold of him again.



“Sasuke…”



Sasuke frowned, tossing the note in the trash. “He’s gone.”



Itachi arched a brow as his brother disappeared into the bathroom before glancing into the wastebasket.



~*~



Naruto was in a particularly pissed off mood. He’d just been to the grocery store only to see the familiar sight of Sasuke splashed over the covers of the tabloids lining the register. Each one featured the singer with a different companion. The only comfort was that all of them appeared to be blond.



It had been two months since his night with Sasuke. The bastard hadn’t called or written and Naruto had no way to contact him directly. He shook his head. He obviously didn’t want to see him again if he hadn’t contacted him.



“Naruto…There’s a guy at the main house for you. He looks like some city dude. He probably wants to have Kyuubi fuck his heifer.” Kiba yelled towards where Naruto was straddling a fence, watching Kyuubi prance around the enclosure.



His heart skipped a little. Could Sasuke have finally come? He was going to beat the shit out of him for putting him through this…after he fucked him senseless. Jumping off the fence, he trotted towards the main house. His heart sped up at the dark figure standing in the shade of the porch talking with his father.



Disappointment coursed through him when Itachi stepped from the shade. “Naruto…it’s good to see you.”



“Itachi…what can I do for you?” Naruto took the offered the hand.



“I was wondering if you were up for a trip to New York.” Itachi smirked.



“Why would I want to go to New York?” He knew it had to do with Sasuke but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go there only to be shot down.



“Well, let’s just say Sasuke needs punishing and I thought you would like to be the one swinging the switch.” Itachi gestured to Naruto to walk with him. “The truth is I haven’t seen him this bad since our parents died. I’m worried he’ll start doing drugs again. That’s why he doesn’t drink. He’s been in narcotics anonymous and clean for seven years. I shouldn’t be telling you this but I nearly lost him once. I don’t want to do it again.” Itachi stopped at Kyuubi’s pen to stare at the prancing bull.



“What do you think I can do? Sasuke’s a big boy.” Naruto kicked up a bit of dirt with his boot, a frown marring his features.



“Please. I don’t know who else to turn to. He won’t listen to me. He spends his days locked up in his recording studio and his nights out partying. He’s lost so much weight; I don’t know what to do.” Itachi grabbed Naruto’s arm, swinging him around to face him. “If something’s not done soon, the next time you see Sasuke will be when his death is broadcast on CNN.”



Naruto bit the inside of his jaw. Would he be able to bear it if Sasuke died when he could have done something? “I guess I’d better buy a plane ticket.”



Itachi sighed in relief. “I have your ticket here. We fly out in four hours. Just enough time for you to pack a bag.”



~*~



Sasuke’s hands scribbled the notes along the paper, cigarette hanging limply from his lips. The music flowed through his mind. Naruto flowed through his mind. Every song he wrote was for Naruto. He was in his blood. No matter how hard he ran himself, he couldn’t erase the memory of the other.



“Fuck it!” He threw the pen to the floor before stalking towards the cabinet. The bag of heroin sat before him. His fingers shook as he reached for the small bag containing syringes, a burner, and spoon.



The memories of the rush that came from shooting up flowed into him. He wanted the euphoria again. He wanted to forget the Hell he now lived in where he was haunted by a blue eyed ghost. It would make him forget him. He needed it to forget him. This was his only way to push aside the blond.



He set about quickly prepping the drug, watching it melt in the spoon. His hands shook as he tied a tourniquet on his arm. Thumping the needle, he watched as the bubbles floated to the top.



“Sasuke. Don’t.”



Sasuke dropped the needle, jerking his eyes towards the door where Itachi stood with Naruto. “Naruto…”



“Why are you messing with that shit, Sasuke?” Naruto walked towards the other, pausing only to crush the syringe beneath the heel of his work boots. “You don’t need that shit.”



“I…Naruto…” Sasuke stared at the face that had been haunting his dreams for the last two months.



“Don’t…don’t do that stuff.” Naruto dropped to the couch, pulling him in his arms.



Sasuke clutched at the warm body embracing him. He wasn’t sure how he survived so long without it. “Naruto…I’m sorry…I couldn’t…I thought…”



“Don’t talk, you bastard. I’m going to beat the shit out of you later for even thinking about using that stuff. I just want to hold you now.” Naruto buried his face in the slender neck.



Sasuke relaxed in the embrace. He heard the door close, knowing Itachi had left them alone. “Naruto…can I still come to your ranch?”



“Yeah…you look like shit. My mom will want to fatten you up,” Naruto chuckled.



Sasuke latched his lips on Naruto‘s, attempting to devour him before pulling back. “I’m messed up. This relapse…and we are about to go on tour.”



“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you. We’ll have Itachi cancel your tour for a few weeks. I don’t think he’ll have a problem with it.” Naruto grinned.



Sasuke leaned his brow against Naruto‘s. “You are under my skin.”



“I have that effect on people. Let’s go tell Itachi. He’s the one who flew to Montana to get me.” Naruto pulled Sasuke to his feet.



“Do we have to…” Sasuke grimaced at the thought of Itachi. The man would never let him live this down.



“Come on, Sasuke. The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.”



“Where did you hear that…a fortune cookie?” Sasuke smirked.



Naruto snickered. “How did you guess?”



Sasuke paused a moment before doubling over in laughter. Life with Naruto was going to be interesting. His mind never once drifted back to the drugs lying crushed on his floor. With Naruto in his life, there was not room for anything else.



The end