Taste

My cheeks are flaming, my hand is still on my shaft, and for a minute or two all I can do is stare at him in complete and utter horror as he smirks at me.

“I should have known this was what you were off to do after the way you were staring at my ass earlier,” he says, and if I wasn’t so sure he has to be completely disgusted with seeing me like this and knowing I was thinking about him while I jacked off, I could have sworn I heard a purr.

His words snap me out of my shock, and I quickly yank my pants back up, groping for a paper towel to wipe off my fingers. “Wh-what the hell are you talking about?! I wasn’t staring at your ass! And what the hell are you doing standing there watching? How’d you get in here?” Shit, shit, shit. This isn’t good. In fact, this is very, very bad.

Sasuke snickers. “Oh, please. Picking a lock is so simple it isn’t even considered a ninja skill, especially a lock like this.” He gestures to the door, then turns his dark eyes back to me. Damn, but he’s got gorgeous eyes…

Dammit, he just caught me jacking off and saying his name while I did it, and I’m still thinking how good-looking he is? Gah! What’s wrong with me?! I grit my teeth. “What are you doing in here anyway?”

“Kakashi sent me back to make sure you didn’t try to run off and avoid debriefing.” He narrows his eyes a little with an amused sort ofressression on his face, and I’m not sure whether I want to kiss him or punch him mo “Co “Come on, dunce,” he continues. “Kakashi’s not letting any of us go home until it’s done, so hurry up!” Then he leaves, not even looking back to make sure I’m following, like he just knows I will, and that just pisses me off more than ever, because he’s right. Not because he told me too, though. Just because… well… he’s Sasuke. I’d follow him to the ends of the earth, and I wouldn’t even need a reason to do it. But you know… I don’t know why just yet, and somehow that’s the most frustrating thing of all.

Later, after the debriefing, I’m finally allowed to escape. Back in myssfussfully empty and quiet apartment, I flump on the bed facedown, not even bothering to get undressed. I should take a shower, or my sheets will get disgusting, but at the moment I just don’t have the energy. With a groan I roll over onto my back, tossing my arm across my eyes. Sasuke must hate me now, or at least think I’m some sort of perv Go Goddammit, why couldn’t I just wait until I got home before I did anything? Or think about something gross to make it go away, like… like the old Hokage the Third naked! …Ew… That’s disgusting.

Fisting my fingers in my hair, I stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out where all this started. Was there even a specific time? My mind drifts back to that first day after we graduated from the academy. I remember crouching on the desk in front of him, glaring at him and wondering what the hell was so special about him. Somebody bumped me, and all of a sudden my lips were on his.

Was that when it was? No, couldn’t have been. Back then, I was disgusted at the kiss. Could you blame me, though? I was a twelve-year-old kid with a crush on a girl who hated me. Of course I was disgusted! But, despite that… I still noticed how he tasted.

I thought about the kiss on and off for a long time after that. I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t that bad. Kissing him hadn’t given me any sort of incurable disease or anything, after all.

And then… then came the thing with Zabuza and Haku. My stomach still twists when I remember it. Yeah… Yeah, that was when it happened. When I thought he had died trying to protect me… afterwards was when I realized it.

Damn you, Uchiha Sasuke…

I love you.

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AN: As promised, the second chapter, and again, never fear, more are coming. Oh, and this chapter seems to be afflicted with what hits a lot of stuff I write... Shortitis. Gah! I promise I'll try to make the next one longer!