An Indecent Affair

Author’s note: Not beta’d yet but I needed to put something up because of the gross lack of updates. God, I hope you guys like this.



Chapter 17

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“Can you take off your shirt for me, Neji?”



The Hyuuga blushed at the other man’s husky request but obeyed. His hands shook terribly as he slid each button out of their respective slots, causing him to fumble with the simple task and the delay irritated the Uchiha who was having a hell of a time keeping his patience restrained.



It had taken him nearly two weeks of coaching before Neji was finally capable of removing his shirt on his own but it was definitely worth the arduous wait. Watching him undress had become such a huge turn on for Sasuke and he was glad that he was sitting right now because he didn’t think he could stand since the blood had surged from his legs directly towards his groin. His dark eyes roamed over the pale chest and tiny, pink nipples that accentuated the colour on his face, neck and shoulders and it never ceased to amaze him how Neji’s blush could spread that far.



Not only did he relish in the Hyuuga’s half-nudity but he was also glad that he was finally rid of that God-awful, Hawaiian print shirt. The pineapples and hibiscus flowers were randomly plastered on as if the printer held no consideration for any form of organization and if the pattern wasn’t bad enough then the inks used to pigment the fabric further validated his suspicion that the artist was legally blind.



He was disappointed in Neji for wearing the damned thing because he knew he had better taste than that and he spared him no mercy as he teased him for the better portion of the day about it.



Neji had a valid excuse and accredited his tacky wardrobe to Sasuke’s insistence he dress casually as opposed to professionally and, because he had a fairly dormant social life, Neji never found the need to buy clothes other than those for work. The Uchiha was too stubborn to admit that he was, in any way, at fault for Neji’s gaudy attire and argued that he shouldn’t have bought the hideous thing in the first place. Well, it was his fault for letting on that he hated it so much because Hyuuga never let a moment pass without rubbing it in his face because he could do nothing about it. Sasuke had the last laugh now though because it was off and on the floor where it belonged, but he didn’t feel like laughing at this moment.



“You okay?” he asked and Neji nodded. He was still uncomfortable about this and would lift his arms to cover his chest then drop them at his sides again before clenching his fists hard as if weighting them to stay in place.



Sasuke got up slowly, only because the last time he rose too fast he became light headed (lack of blood and all that), and took off his black tank.



Neji’s violet eyes darted away immediately at the sight of his exposed chest but he wasn’t allowed to avert his gaze for very long before two hands cupped his chin and turned his head back to receive a warm, languid kiss. He started slow, caressing the sides of his face with his thumbs while stroking the insides of the Hyuuga’s mouth with his tongue. Neji reciprocated likewise, flicking his long, pink organ against the other and matching the suggestive thrusts as he slipped it inside and out.



It was adorable the way Neji would always try to copy everything he did with his mouth. When he licked the roof of his mouth, Neji would lap against the base of his tongue. Whenever he tilted his head to one side, he would do the same and every time he dragged his lower lip into his mouth to suckle and nibble gently on it, Neji would reproduce the same stimulation on his upper lip. In his mind, he believed the other man was inexperienced with kissing and, like a child, would imitate what was being taught to them. Not that Sasuke was complaining or anything, he quite liked it when Neji did the same things he did, it made his ego swell knowing that the other man thought he was a skilled enough lover to mimic, and there was so much more he wanted to teach him.



The taller man broke the kiss and the disappointed groan that escaped Hyuuga’s wet lips was not hard to miss. Sasuke chuckled at the desperate sound before trailing a path of light pecks from that tantalizing mouth towards the sensitive spot at his secretary’s right earlobe.



It was purely by chance that he’d managed to find it while exploring the expanse of his reddening face one day. It was no secret, not even to Neji, how much the Uchiha loved to see him blush and if he wasn’t telling raunchy stories or naughty jokes, he was always talking dirty and making sure his double meanings weren’t too cryptic for Neji to decipher.



Under normal circumstances, that being the very first day he started working for this frustrating young man, Neji probably would have sued him for sexual harassment, but he was comfortable with this behaviour now, as unprofessional as it was, and most of the time, he’d even laugh or berate the Uchiha for his childishness than sit there blushing like a high-school virgin.



Seemingly, Sasuke’s plan had backfired but, knowing him, he’d probably just claim that it was his intention all along to pervert the Hyuuga’s impressionable mind.



That stubborn Uchiha never admitted he was wrong about anything.



If they were keeping score, he would probably have a perfect streak anyway. There was nothing Sasuke had ever told him back then, that he could think of now, that hadn’t come to pass. He did remember him saying that he’d soon be comfortable without any clothes on… maybe that was something said fairly recently… he wasn’t sure, Neji couldn’t think straight through the fog of lust but that cloud soon dissipated and he snapped back to awareness the second he felt Sasuke’s hands on his naked behind.



Neji tensed, his spine stiffening on a startled gasp. Had he been so caught up in the moment he hadn’t even realized his pants and boxers were now half-way along his thighs?



Sasuke sensed his renitence, could tell he was trying to decide whether to let this continue or not. He knew he was uncomfortable right now, this was a big step for him and he wondered if he’d come too far; too fast. Still, there was always that magic word and all Neji had to do was speak it and this would end, but… he never said it and, instead, allowed the other man to grope and fondle his firm, round ass. He did put up a form of resistance, however by gripping Sasuke’s wrists firmly as if he wanted to drag his hands away, which he also never did.



“Neji?” Sasuke whispered his name, like a loving caress, across his jawline, punctuating it with a soft kiss upon his ear.



The sound of his voice lulled him back into that amative daze and Neji’s eyelids fluttered shut as he tilted his head aside to allow that carnal mouth to assault the column of his neck. He enjoyed that, Sasuke could easily tell, because his back arched, pressing their chests together and his grip became slack, allowing him to move his hands freely once again. They didn’t linger on his derriere but spread apart, one lifting to support his shoulder blades and keep him in place and the other descended to the back of one thigh to pull him closer. Withinn such a proximity, the Uchiha knew Hyuuga could feel the hard bulge at his groin, which was fine because as long as he kept his pants on it never bothered Neji that he was aroused. This time though, Neji was practically naked and his vulnerability prevented him from becoming fully turned on.



Sasuke didn’t mind. This was, more or less, a trial run anyway. His primary objective was to find out how far Neji would allow him to take this before making him stop and he wasn’t planning on stopping until Neji told him to.



At this rate it appeared as if he might actually have the opportunity to finally have sex with him and, exciting as that notion was, that wasn’t Sasuke’s intention. He had to convince himself of that though, he was finding it hard to resist that temptation the way the older man was gasping and squirming his naked body against his clothed one. And there was another temptation Sasuke had to battle hard against. Removing his own clothing.



As much as he desired to feel hot, naked flesh against hot, naked flesh, he knew that within the few seconds it would take him to toss off his shirt and open his fly, Neji would undoubtedly changed his mind. It happened many times before so he just gave up on it and settled for clothed, dry humping, as painful as it was.



“Sasuk-uh,” Neji broke off on a gasp when sharp teeth bit into his neck and a firm tongue quickly emerged to lap at the marks as if in apology. He couldn’t explain why he preferred this Uchiha’s ministrations than his step-father’s, in essence, this was practically the same thing, only with his consent, which made him wonder…



Why was he conceding something like this in the first place?



True, Sasuke was sincerely trying to cure his fear of touching and, while Neji was extremely grateful, why on earth did he agree to this method? It seemed like a good idea- No, it was the only viable idea at the time and he had no problem with it… at first, but now… now he was realizing a very obvious something that he should have questioned before he let Sasuke begin their very first lesson in his apartment.



Why did he entrust his rehabilitation in the hands of another man?



The aphephobic frowned and his glazed, lavender eyes stared at the far wall as his blood cooled and the spark that struggled to ignite within him went out. He’d never questioned his sexuality before, had always believed he was a heterosexual, had always been attracted to women and was comfortable in all his past relationships. It had always felt right. So then, if he knew he was straight, why did this ‘thing’ he shared with the Uchiha feel just as good, maybe even better, and not just on a physical level?



He liked him. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t and he’d never be able to convince himself otherwise, no matter how much the irritating youth made him want to pull his hair out of his scalp. But did his feelings towards Sasuke expand farther than just…



What?



What exactly were they anyway?



If he asked, would Sasuke say their’s was strictly an employee / employer relationship? That he was just the guy helping out the pitiable victim of his depraved step-father? Would he say he saw him as a friend? If even nothing more?



For some reason, visualizing the Uchiha saying ‘Yeah, we’re friends’ seemed so out of character for him it would have made Neji laugh. If he wasn’t so confused right now.



“Sasuke… I- I can’t,” his tone breathless as he brought his hands up to the taller male’s broad shoulders to push him away.



As always, Sasuke didn’t protest. He released him immediately and watched as he quickly turned his back and tugged his jeans into place, securing them before slipping back on that hideously, ugly shirt. “Neji, are you alright?” he asked with concern. There was an urgency in the way the other man dressed and he wondered if he’d done something to frighten him.



“I… I’m fi- yeah, I’m okay,” was his stammered reply.



Onyx eyes squinted beneath his furrowed brow as he scrutinized the other combing shaky fingers through his hair and his nervous eyes darting anywhere inside the room but on his person. In one word; Neji looked lost, and Sasuke would have given his left arm just to see that desperation vanish from his handsome face. “Was it him?” he inquired, and Neji didn’t have to ask what he meant.



“No,” he spoke a little too quickly, shaking his head wildly from side to side. “It’s me. I just have something on my mind right now… I need to sort it out,” he finally confessed. He knew what was coming next. Saskue was, most likely, going to ask what it was that occupied his thoughts and he couldn’t blame the Uchiha for being curious. He’d taken it upon himself to be responsible for Neji’s mental stability after all, but he surprised him when he did nothing but nod and cupped his face so their eyes could meet.



“Take as long as you need,” Sasuke assured him in a voice as patient as time. “Just remember, you can tell me anything. That’s what I’m here for,” and after that, he walked out of the room, leaving behind a man awestruck by his maturity. He was thankful for the solitude, even though Sasuke ended up leaving his own office, but Neji couldn’t go back to his desk or face his workload right now. He’d never be able to spare an iota of concentration for it.



He sighed, the sound resonating much louder in the large, lonely space then fell into the executive, leather seat that had once been Fugaku’s throne. Neji buried his face within his hands and supported it by resting his elbows on the polished desk before him, just in time to stifle another heavy sigh as he attempted to summon that emotion he’d felt earlier. There was a tingling just beneath the first layer of his skin, the kind you got before goosebumps appeared. His heart started racing, faster than before and his body felt warm, but it wasn’t because he was a little horny at the time (although that did contribute to it).



No, it was kind of like the suppressed anticipation you felt when you became excited but didn’t want to make an ass of yourself in front of your favourite movie star… or crush.



Was that it? Was he suddenly crushing on Sasuke? That couldn’t be possible! While he did like Sasuke, he could safely say he wasn’t madly in love with him or anything. So then, did that mean he like liked Sasuke? And what the hell? Was he suddenly in Junior High?



“Oh God,” the young man groaned and sat up against the high-baked chair so he could look at the ceiling, as if expecting a Deus ex machina to descend from the Heavens.



When did this happen? How long had he felt this way towards the other man before having this epiphany? It wasn’t sudden, that was for sure. Emotions like these needed time to grow before they became this strong and Neji did feel that strongly about Sasuke.



He bit his lip and cast his eyes atop the cluttered table that gleamed with wood polish.



Fine! He will accept the obvious truth that he held affection for his current employer. Sasuke was a nice guy, when he wasn’t being a complete asshole and, in a sense, he did save his life so it would only be natural for Neji to envision him as his Superman. It was too late to deny it, ignore it or lie to himself about it, so the million dollar question now was: Did he find the other man attractive?



A man could admit he found another man handsome without being labeled a homosexual, right? Because Neji did think Sasuke was handsome. His rakish grin, roguish good looks and mischievous, dark eyes complimented his devil-may-care personality flawlessly, making him the epitome of the stereotypical ‘bad-boy’ that love-struck, teenaged girls swooned over.



He had a very nice body too, well, the parts of it that Neji had seen. He probably worked out to keep healthy or physically fit, because he wasn’t overly muscular, but he did have strong shoulders, powerful arms and a taut abdomen. He actually had a pretty cute navel too. Neji had noticed that when he’d taken his shirt off a few times and the fact that he liked to wear his pants dangerously low on his waist allowed him to see his incredibly hard hips and, once, he caught a faint sprinkling of pubic hair just above the belt line.



The lower half of Sasuke’s body was still a mystery to him but he could generate an idea of what he might look like based on what he’d seen of his calves when he wore those three-quarter jeans.



Neji stiffened and his jaw dropped when his imagination traveled a little too quickly for him to keep up and he caught himself undressing a visual representation of Sasuke in his mind’s eye. He shook his head and tried to dispel the image before it got too R-rated and that kinky bastard had the audacity to wink at him before dissipating into a void of nothingness. Well, there went that tingling sensation again and his heart was going a mile a minute. It almost leaped out of his throat though when the man that consumed his thoughts returned and swung the door open and peeked inside, shoving him out of his quiet reverie to ask, “what do you want for lunch?”



Under this new perspective, it was like seeing Sasuke for the very first time, and if he believed in love at first sight, then this would probably be what it felt like. Neji knew he was staring, like some mouth-breathing fanatic, trying to suppress their anticipation at the mere sight of their crush. But he was finding it very hard to snap out of it or look away because Neji Hyuuga thought Sasuke Uchiha was incredibly sexy.



“Neji?” he called out to him from the space between the door. He was starting to get a little worried here and he wondered if he was having another one of those attacks he’d had in Itachi’s office.



He rose slowly from his seat, looking very much like someone who’d just received grievous news and, in a sense, he had. He only just found out that he was most likely a homosexual, carrying a torch for his boss. “Umm… I’m not very hungry right now,” he managed through a tight throat.



Sasuke squinted at him through one eye and stepped through the doorway, lengthening his spine and folding his arms over his chest. “Are you okay?” It was more a demand he tell him what was wrong than a request. He was concerned, after all, but Neji couldn’t tell him, didn’t want to tell him, definitely not now… maybe eventually… maybe never.



The older man forced a smile, he’d had a lot of practice on Ten-Ten and the crooked smirk always worked on her, but the Uchiha was all too familiar with counterfeit smiles so he wasn’t fooled in the least. “Neji, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” he reminded him and the other man nodded, feeling very much like the child too ashamed to tell his parent that his uncle touched him in an inappropriate place.



A strained silence stretched between the two and when Sasuke realized Neji wasn’t going to say anything after that he let it drop. He guessed their lines of communication weren’t as open as he’d previously thought. He’d have to work on that.



“You know, if you don’t eat anything, you’re going to get too thin. You’re already skin and bones as it is,” he said rather playfully and Neji was greatly relieved that he’d changed the topic.



“I had a big breakfast,” he lied, and Sasuke saw through that fib too.



He didn’t like this. The secrets and the lies. How did Neji expect him to help if he kept hiding things from him?



“Eh, I’ll still pick something up for you,” and he shrugged a shoulder.



“That’s fine,” Neji conceded with a nod.



Another lengthy pause before Sasuke piqued, “are you going to get back to work or are you going to stand there all day?”



Hyuuga snapped to and apologized before making his way around the desk. He’d hoped Sasuke would have at least moved around the same time he did but the other man just stood there and his piercing, black eyes never left him as he cowered before him, whispered a weak ‘excuse me’ and slinked by. What hurt him the most was that Neji squeezed past him as if he was trying to avoid making any physical contact whatsoever, as if he were afraid of him or something.



‘Just fucking great!’ he groused to himself and tried not to get too angry at the fickle Hyuuga. He was going through a very difficult time and his mental psyche were very unstable right now. He couldn’t blame him for going through emotions faster than a woman on P.M.S., but what the hell happened within those few short minutes to put them back at stage one after many weeks of progress? He’d be damned if he knew and it would be a wasted effort on his part to get the answer from Neji.



Sasuke sighed. He only had one option left right now, it wasn’t the most favoured, but until Neji sorted out whatever it was that was plaguing him right now, he’d just have to wait it out.



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Whew, I finally got something finished. It’s been ages! I hope there were no loop holes, I haven’t gone back to re-read the past chapters.



So, Neji finally has an epiphany and leaves Sasuke in the dark about it. Will he finally gather the mettle to tell him how he really feels? And, guess what? Sasuke’s birthday (in my fic not his actual birthday) is just around the corner. I bet you all forgot about that. :p