A Better Fox Trap

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And that’s how Sasuke found himself on Naruto’s doorstep one Sunday afternoon, nervously holding a bag of groceries and pulling at the collar of the shirt that Sakura had made him wear. The material was a dark red, silky, and a tad too shiny for Sasuke’s tastes. And it kept slipping off of his shoulder, no matter how tight he tied the front of it. Wearing it made Sasuke feel more naked then he would be with no shirt on at all.

Still, he trusted Sakura’s taste in fashion more than his own, and she had assured him that he looked ‘absolutely edible’ in it, which was encouraging. He just didn’t know which was less believable: that she had managed to borrow the shirt from Mr. Ice-cube Neji Hyuuga, or that Neji even owned a shirt like that in the first place.

‘Okay…you can do this. It’s just Naruto. Just the moron. Just…oh god, what if he’s got people over or something?’

This was unlikely. Although Naruto had gained the respect of the other members of the rookie nine, he still wasn’t the most popular guy on the block. Rarely did anyone other then the members of Team Seven enter Naruto’s apartment. Except maybe Iruka.

Oh fuck, what if Iruka was there? The thought of the kindly school teacher seeing Sasuke in such an outfit was almost too much to bear. And with Iruka’s sharp senses, Saskue was certain he would know instantly why Sasuke had come over to Naruto’s place, whatever lame excuse he managed to make up. It would be written all over his face.

Sasuke cursed long and creatively under his breath for a few minutes, and then tried to regroup.

‘Ok Sasuke…think like a ninja. Ring the doorbell and then stay out of sight. If Iruka is in there, you don’t have to go in. You can just tell Sakura he was busy and try another night. Yeah…good plan!’

Sasuke silently congratulated himself for his brilliance and then rang the doorbell. As quick as he could, he launched himself up on the roof and waited.

A blonde head poked cautiously out the door. “Ah…hello? HELLO? Konohamaru if that’s you playing pranks again I’m going to kick your ass.”

Since Sasuke didn’t hear any voices asking Naruto who was at the door, he felt it was safe to assume that his team mate was alone. He waited just until Naruto was about to close the door in disgust before dropping down from his position on the roof.

Of course, Naruto shrieked and fell over, his hands reaching for the kunai strapped to his leg before he recognized the boy in front of him. Sasuke was sure he saw Naruto pondering the merits of still pulling out a kunai and tackling him, even after he was recognized, and he smirked.

“Hello, dumb-ass.”

“Sasuke you asshole, what the hell were you doing on my roof?”

“Practicing,” Sasuke said, and then brushed past Naruto into the apartment, leaving him to stammer like a fool for a few seconds.

When Naruto finally gathered himself together enough to rant again, he was distracted by the sight of Sasuke—who was suspiciously well-dressed today—setting a large brown bag down in his kitchen and removing a bunch of bananas from it.

“…What are you doing?” he finally asked, unable to hide his confusion.

“It’s Sunday,” Sasuke said, as if that would explain his presence. It didn’t.

Sasuke watched Naruto fume and tried not to smile. He really enjoyed annoying the moron. And not because Naruto looked cute when caught off guard and ranting. Nope, not that at all.

“Sasuke,” Naruto growled, gritting his teeth. “Why. Are. You. Here?”

“Well, you see dumb-ass, when two shinobi love each other very much…”

And a ten-minute wrestling match ensued. Sasuke was suddenly glad of the shirt’s silky material. It made him harder to hang on to, which was an advantage. But then, the downside was that it made him harder to hang on to. Naruto’s hands kept slipping, and not to any interesting places.

Then again, with all the moving about, Sasuke’s shirt had slipped pretty far down his shoulder and he was showing a fair bit of collarbone. That had to be in his favour, right?

Truth to be told, Sasuke was enjoying the wrestling match very much. Unfortunately, Naruto seemed to realize just what kind of position they were in, because he blushed and released Sasuke’s wrists, where he had them pinned over his head.

“Jerk,” he muttered as he scuttled away, but not before Sasuke had felt a certain…hardness against his thigh.

‘Ohgod, Sakura was right. Okay, just stick to the plan. The plan is good. The plan will work. Don’t. Screw. This. Up.’

Sasuke got up as nonchalantly as he could with a raging erection and moved back towards the kitchen area. After he thought he could speak without his voice cracking he repeated:

“It’s Sunday. We’re supposed to have dinner with Sakura tonight and it’s my turn to cook.”

Naruto still looked confused. “But why are you cooking it here?”

Sasuke shrugged. “My stove is broken.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”

“Well excuuuse me for wanting an explanation,” Naruto grumbled, taking a seat on the stool across the other side of the counter. “I know it’s really hard for you to speak in actual sentences. Did you hurt yourself, Ice-Dick?”

“Fuck you.”

“Guess so. You’ve reverted.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Ooooh, getting longer. Just wait Sasuke. Someday you’ll be able to make speeches with more then five words in them!”

Naruto grinned at the glare that Sasuke shot him and then leaned over the counter to see what he was chopping.

“So…whatcha making?”

“Banana crepes.”

“No fish?”

“Not this time.”

Naruto frowned as he watched Sasuke peel the fruit with long, delicate fingers. “I don’t like bananas,” he stated.

“Well that’s just too bad, isn’t it,” Sasuke retorted. “Guess you’ll miss out.”

“Sasuke…” Naruto began to whine, but he stopped short as Sasuke brought the peeled banana to his mouth and licked at it with one long swipe of his tongue.

“Guh!” was the only thing the blonde could think of to say.

Sasuke fought to keep a blush off his cheeks as he molested the fruit with his mouth, trying to remember all the tricks that Sakura mentioned were particularly hot and wondering if he looked as ridiculous as he felt.

“Actually,” he mumbled, making his voice breathy and suggestive, “I quite like bananas. They’re my favourite fruit.”

‘But I thought tomatoes were your favourite fruit,’ Naruto thought, before his brain kicked him in the ass for being such a moron.

“S-Sasuke you…gah…what—ohgod—what are you doing?” The last syllable came out as a squeak and Sasuke smiled smugly around the banana.

‘It’s working.’

He pulled his mouth off the pale yellow fruit slowly and licked his lips.

“What does it look like I’m doing, dead-last?”

“…It ah, it looks like you’re um…sucking on a banana?”

Sasuke took the tip of the banana between his teeth and worried it a bit, watching Naruto’s face turn several shades of red.

“Mm hm,” he moaned theatrically. “That’s right.”

Naruto swallowed hard and shifted on his stool. “Why uh…why are you s-sucking on a banana, Sasuke?”

“I like bananas,” Sasuke said, biting down into the soft flesh of the banana and pulling a chunk of it into his mouth with an obscene sound. Naruto watched with wide eyes and almost fell off his perch. “But I’d much rather suck something else.”

“…what?”

‘Okay Sasuke, do or die time. Just say it and get it over with.’

“I want to suck your cock.”

Naruto fell off the stool. Immediately, Sasuke abandoned his banana and went to see if the moron had actually managed to hurt himself. Fortunately, he wasn’t knocked out, but his legs seemed to be tangled in the legs of the stool.

“FUCK OW.”

“Dumb-ass. Are you okay?”

Naruto scowled and rubbed his hip, untangling his feet from the stool. Then he seemed to remember what had caused him to fall off the stool in the first place.

“I’m fine, really. Uh…Sasuke?”

“Hn?”

“Could you please repeat what you said before I fell off the stool?”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“…that’s what I thought you said.”

Sasuke frowned. Somehow he had thought Naruto would have jumped him by now, considering how much he flirted with Sakura. He certainly wasn’t sexually inhibited. Maybe Naruto really didn’t want Sasuke that way and what he had felt was just…hormones or something.

“If you don’t want to,” Sasuke started, but he was interrupted by Naruto’s frantically waving hands.

“What? No, no…I mean YES. Yes I want to! I really really want to and you aren’t fucking with me are you Sasuke because that would be really mean and you’re usually really mean but please please don’t be joking.”

By this time Naruto had his hands fisted in the folds of Sasuke’s shirt and was standing so close that the other boy could feel the blonde’s breath on his face. He smelled faintly of ramen. That would have to change right now.

“I’m not joking,” Sasuke said. “I want to suck your cock.” God, that got easier each time he said it. And he liked the way it made Naruto’s breath catch in his throat.

“Okay,” Naruto whispered, shakily, “let’s do that…I mean…Fuck, Sasuke all you had to do was ask.”

Relief was like a warm blanket over Sasuke’s shoulders. He sigh and relaxed into Naruto’s grip. Now that the tension was gone, he could feel his own arousal rubbing against his pants and wished for a different kind of relief altogether.

“Then I’m asking,” he murmured into Naruto’s hair and smiled at the thought that the blonde was still almost two inches shorter than him. “But I have a few conditions.”

Naruto felt hands creep their way down his back to clutch at his ass and he moaned loudly.

“Name ‘em,” he gasped, when we could find his voice again.

“Well first you have to take these off.” Sasuke tugged at Naruto’s pants. “And this too.” His hands brushed over the t-shirt Naruto was wearing.

Immediately, Naruto began to shuck his clothes. He was inelegant and rushed about it, but Sasuke was still fascinated by every bit of skin that revealed itself to his gaze. When Naruto dropped his boxers Sasuke automatically compared himself to his team mate and decided that they were both around the same size. Naruto might have been a tad thicker, but length-wise they were pretty average.

This comforted Sasuke for some reason. He had been half afraid that Naruto would turn out to be monstrously huge like his chakra, which would make Sasuke feel inadequate. Or, to take things in the other direction, that he would be tiny. But then, Sasuke always knew that little turd Sai was a liar.

“The other condition,” he said, running a curious hand down Naruto’s side and watching the other boy shudder in response, “you have to show me what you want.”

“Huh?” Naruto said, his eyes glazed and he watched Sasuke dart into the kitchen and come back with another banana.

“Show me what you want, with this,” Sasuke said, tossing Naruto the banana, who held it like it was a bomb about to go off in his hands.

“But—”

“Or else you get nothing.”

“Fine,” Naruto huffed, and then smiled deviously as he began to peel the long yellow fruit. “Then peel off your clothes for me, banana boy. Slowly.”

Sasuke’s fingers went for the ties on his shirt and he fumbled with the knot for a few seconds before finally unlacing himself. He let the silky material slide off his shoulders and pool around his feet, completely aware of a pair of very interested blue eyes taking in his every move.

Next he unzipped his pants and pushed them slowly down his hips, finishing by kicking them off into the corner. Naruto’s eyebrows rose as he discovered that Sasuke was apparently going commando that day.

“You kinky bastard,” he said, admiringly.

Sasuke blushed and held his hands awkwardly in front of him, trying to hide his obvious erection. “Shut up, asshole,” he growled.

“Oh don’t be so uptight,” Naruto laughed, pulling Sasuke towards him with the hand not holding on to the banana and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Sasuke relaxed into the kiss and tried to concentrate on the warmth of Naruto’s body, and the way a calloused hand was suddenly palming his right buttock, instead of his own embarrassment.

The kiss deepened and soon both boys' tongues were fighting for dominance, thrusting and licking and biting their way into the other’s mouth like it was claimable territory. Sasuke found himself moaning openly as fingernails dug into his ass and he broke the kiss, leaning back to look at Naruto’s face.

“Show me what you want,” he gasped and Naruto stared at him a few moments before giving a solemn nod and gently putting pressure on Sasuke’s shoulders until the black-haired boy was kneeling before him.

Then he took a deep breath and licked the banana in his hand from its base to its tip. Sasuke steadied himself, grasped Naruto’s penis and then mimicked the action, making a wet trail of saliva all the way up the underside of Naruto’s cock.

The blonde gasped at the sensation and his hips jerked forward unwittingly. Sasuke put a hand out to keep Naruto still and licked his lips. The taste was different, but not bad. Kind of a mixture of sweat and salt and something that was just a bit bitter. He could deal with the taste. Especially if it got him reactions like that.

“A-again,” Naruto stuttered. “Do it again.”

“Show me,” Sasuke whispered and waited until Naruto’s tongue had taken another swipe up the length of the banana before doing the same to the cock in front of him.

“Ohyeah,” Naruto breathed, trying to keep his hips from bucking against Sasuke’s restraining hand. Quickly, he licked the banana again, this time adding a small suckle to its tip. When Sasuke followed suit, his knees almost buckled at the feeling. As it was, he swayed on his feet.

“Here,” Sasuke said, pushing Naruto back by inches and following on his knees until the blonde was leaning against the far wall of the room. One of Naruto’s hands slid back until he was bracing himself against the wall.

He took a deep breath and then slowly slid the banana as far into his mouth as it would go. His eyes closed as Sasuke’s mouth moved down over his cock and made a low sound in his throat.

To his surprise, Sasuke echoed the sound, humming faintly around his mouthful. Naruto had to take the banana out of his mouth to cry out. Unfortunately, that meant that Sasuke released his penis as well, but not before teasing the head a little with his tongue.

“Sasuke,” Naruto whined, humping the air a bit. “You’re such a bastard.”

“You have to show me, Naruto,” Sasuke replied, blowing a little on the cock in front of him, watching it twitch with a smug expression on his face. “That’s the rule.”

Naruto groaned and then raised the banana to his lips again. This time he pushed it in and out of his mouth, shallowly, pausing every few seconds to give the tip a few wet licks. Sasuke did the same, bobbing quickly in a smooth motion that made all of Naruto’s muscles tighten. Naruto's hand crept from the wall to Sasuke’s dark hair and he threaded the strands between his fingers, feeling their surprising softness.

This went on for a few minutes, but as Naruto was a teenaged boy receiving his very first blow-job, he wasn’t going to last very long. Sasuke could feel that the blond was getting close by the noises he was making and the way the hand in his hair finally started pushing him forward, making him go faster.

Making a calculating decision, Sasuke reached a hand up to cup Naruto’s balls and roll them carefully between his fingers. Naruto’s hips snapped forward, and with a cry he bit down on the banana in his mouth and quickly swallowed the mouthful so that he wouldn’t choke and ruin the best damned orgasm of his life thus far.

True to form, Sasuke swallowed his mouthful as well, lapping at the sensitive flesh in order to get every last drop. Then he sat back, watching with satisfied eyes as Naruto slumped against the wall, shuddering and gasping for air.

“Fuck wow,” Naruto groaned, and Sasuke silently agreed.

The noises that the blond had made were intensely arousing and Sasuke had been as hard as a rock ever since he had walked into the apartment. He wondered if he should wait for Sakura as planned, or whether there was enough time for a round two. Naruto’s lips had looked pretty great wrapped around that banana. Sasuke was willing to bet that they’d look even better wrapped around him.

But the question was made moot because no sooner had Sasuke made a suggestive gesture towards his own erection, than Sakura walked through the door with a bowl of cherries and a small container of melted dark chocolate in her hands.

“Sakura-chan!” Naruto squeaked, trying to hide his privates with his hands while Sasuke snickered off to the side. “Um, this isn’t…we were just…ah, well, you see—”

“Shut up Naruto,” Sakura said, cheerfully, as she deposited her food items on the coffee table. “I see you guys started without me. Guess I was right, eh Sasuke-kun?”

“You were right,” Sasuke admitted, rolling his eyes. “Don’t rub it in.”

“But I want to,” Sakura said, a mock pout on her face. She knelt down beside Sasuke and gave him a friendly grope. Naruto’s eyes just about bugged out of his face.

“Rub it in, that is. Or off,” she teased, a wicked leer on her face that would rival even Jiraiya at his worst.

Naruto pinched himself just to make sure he hadn’t somehow fallen asleep and was dreaming.

“Uh, Sakura-chan are you…that is, do you uh…”

“Want to fuck both of you?” she finished brightly. “Or, more accurately, want both of you to fuck me? Yeah, I do.”

Naruto choked and look at Sasuke, but there was no help for him in that corner. In fact, the way Sasuke was currently rubbing himself was the antithesis of help. Plus it made Naruto’s dick twitch in interest again.

“But Sakura-chan—”

Sakura crawled over and plunked herself down in Naruto’s lap, smiling when he gave a startled groan.

“Do you have a problem with that kind of arrangement, Naruto?”

“No, nuh uh, no way, no problems here,” Naruto announced, deciding that if this was a dream it was the best one he ever had and he was going to go with it.


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To Be Continued.

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