Affirmation of Love

Affirmation of Love- Part 2

Sand slid its way across the room, grabbing Naruto’s hand and pressing it against the growing hardness in his pants. “This.”

Naruto’s eyes bugged out and he snatched his hand away like he had been stung.

“I told you to stop it,” Gaara struggled. He placed a palm against the door, trapping Naruto’s body. “I have a hard enough time trying not to think about you.” Naruto was taller than he was so he had to raise his eyes to glare. “I can’t concentrate if you keep doing this to me.”

Naruto was blushing a rather pretty shade of pink. His back was pressed rigidly against the door, drawing him to his full height. “Gaara… I told you. It’s not me.” His expression had sobered into something softer, some type of understanding Gaara wasn’t seeing. “That’s not something any of us can control.”

“Any of us?” Gaara raised a brow. “This happens to others?”

Naruto scratched a whiskered cheek nervously. “Well… yeah. It’s part of being a man, I suppose. I heard ero-jiji groaning in his sleep sometimes while murmuring something about boobs once so I’m sure we’re not the only ones it happens to.”

Gaara wrinkled his face in disgust. “But you said you have them too. Does that mean your body also reacts? Without touching that is.”

Naruto averted his eyes, turning to stare at Gaara’s bookcase instead of facing him directly. “Sometimes. Yeah.”

“And last night, was a dream? These sensations I’m feeling aren’t real? Why am I affected if they aren’t real?” Gaara tilted his head, trying to get Uzumaki to face him again.

Naruto huffed and slid away from his trapped position and stomped away. “How should I know? I’m not a medic-nin!” Naruto crossed his arms, keeping his back to Gaara. “They just do!”

Gaara pondered this. Naruto seemed to have no more answers than he did, and yet it seemed that the boy was telling the truth.

“What do you dream about,” Gaara inquired.

“That’s private!” Naruto yelled hastily.

“Does it affect you when you’re awake, too?” It was a fair enough question, Gaara thought.

“Mou! Let’s change the topic!” Naruto picked up a paper weight from Gaara’s desk and tried to look occupied with staring at its details.

“So you don’t feel it?” Gaara placed his hands on both sides of Naruto’s hips, trapping the taller shinobi between him and the desk.

Naruto nearly dropped the paperweight in his surprise, but fumbled to catch it. Gaara plucked it out of his hand and put it down.

“I asked you if you felt this.”

Naruto’s eyes slid down to the slight bulge in the Kazekage’s pants and his eyes grew wide. “I felt THAT! You made me!” Naruto pressed himself against the desk.

“No.” Gaara’s eyes slid to Naruto’s mouth, bringing their bodies closer, almost touching—almost teasing. “This.” Naruto sucked in his breath. Gaara tipped up his chin, bringing their lips within millimeters of each other. He could feel the puffs of air escaping Naruto’s lips. “*This* feeling.”

Couldn’t Uzumaki sense it? There was a heaviness in the air that pressed against his skin, that drew their bodies together-- thickness in the air much akin to the humidity before a summer storm.

Naruto glanced at Gaara’s mouth. The look in his eyes told Gaara that Uzumaki was starting to get a clue. Letting the sand layer protecting his skin slide away from his face, he was pulled into a sudden embrace and kissed roughly. Gaara opened his mouth without prompting and Naruto wasted no time plunging in. Finally satisfied that he had gotten his point across, he fisted both hands into the material at Naruto’s waist and both bodies frantically tried to meld into each other.

Naruto whimpered into their kiss when Gaara pulled away, but quickly stopped when he realized that the hands at his chest were trying to strip him of his clothes. Sand puppets were quick at work on his pants and Gaara had him down to boxers and a mesh shirt before he had time to breathe. Smiling at his handiwork, Gaara pulled back from their kiss. A hungry look in his eye and a smirk at the corner of his mouth, he noticed Naruto’s excitement.

“You’ve been suffering too.” It wasn’t a question. Gaara stepped away, beginning to undo his own straps and Naruto moved to follow him. He immediately landed face down when he tripped over his own pants. He seemed to have forgotten that they were still around his ankles.

Gaara continued to calmly remove his clothing while smiling at Naruto’s clumsiness. The blond shinobi impatiently pulled off his shoes and pants. He tossed off the mesh shirt while he was at it and sat ungracefully on the floor in his boxers.

Gaara removed everything but his shoes and pants. He let the sand slide from his skin like water, turning them into hands that nimbly cleared off his desk. “You were less clumsy in my dream.” Naruto scowled as Gaara walked past him, not offering him a hand. Gaara sat himself on the edge of the desk, unzipping his pants and exposing his arousal.

“Suck.”

Naruto seemed taken aback before hopping to his feet and striding up to the Kazekage.

“Who made YOU the boss?” Naruto growled.

“It’s your fault, you fix it,” Gaara replied calmly.

Naruto scowled some more before yanking down his own boxers and met the Kazekage’s gaze. “Then you better fix this while you’re at it.”

Gaara quirked his head to one side. Hands keeping his balance on the desk, he wrapped his legs around Uzumaki’s hips and pulled their bodies together. Naruto closed his eyes and groaned. Gaara watched in fascination. Each time he pushed his hips forward, a myriad of expressions flit across Uzumaki’s face. This was definitely like his dream.

Naruto pressed their mouths together, but gasped before he could commence any sort of kiss. His tongue slid out, slowly, aimlessly, brushing against Gaara’s tongue gently, while a hand rubbed at the base of Gaara’s neck.

Gaara squeezed his legs a little tighter and Uzumaki moaned. A tan, calloused hand grabbed their erections, fisting them together. Gaara understood these gestures pushing against him faster while Uzumaki picked up the pace.

Gaara grinned. He was pleased to discover that once Uzumaki shut and stopped hesitating, he was actually a rather enthusiastic partner.

Their gentle kiss turned rough, mouths pressed so hard it hurt and spread open impossibly wide. Naruto’s pace increased, rubbing their cocks faster than Gaara had time to register. Gaara’s breath began to hitch, his legs rubbed higher against Uzumaki’s hips and Naruto kept pressing him forward until Gaara had to lean on his elbows to keep himself up.

Before he knew it, his back was pressed against the desks’ surface, his heels resting at the small of Naruto’s back and Naruto’s weight pressing deliciously between his legs.

Naruto’s mouth began to roam over him in ways Gaara had only experienced in fantasies. He gasped when each nip or suck sent tingles through his body. Naruto bit down on a nipple and Gaara’s back arched off the desk, in an unconscious request for more.

Naruto licked at the nipple before reaching forward to kiss Gaara’s mouth once more. “You’re so pretty,” Naruto sighed. His lips brushed over his neck.

Gaara’s lust filled thoughts halted.

Pretty?

And with that last question in his head, a well placed kick sent the blond ninja flying across the room.

Gaara sat up, sliding off the desk and standing. Naruto pulled himself together, looking a bit shaken, but mostly confused.

“What the hell was that for?” he complained. He rubbed the back of his head but mostly looked okay. “One minute you’re all sexy on me the next you’re trying to kill me! What did I do THIS time?”

Gaara crossed his arms.

“I’m not a girl.”

“I know that datebayo!”

“I’m not pretty.” Gaara stated. Naruto stopped rubbing his head and looked up at Gaara, surprised.

“Gaara, I…” He looked down at the floor, looking troubled, but mostly perplexed. “That’s not what I meant,” he frowned. “I know you’re not a girl.” His brows worried.

“I thought you decided you would try to love me too.”

“I DO!” Naruto shouted before thinking. He seemed to realize immediately after because he clamped his own hand over his mouth and turned a bright red. “I mean… I am.”

“Which is it?” Gaara walked over to Naruto’s spot on the floor, squatting down to peer at him. “Do you love me or are you still trying?”

Naruto blushed. “I… am still really confused. I thought for sure that I only liked girls, and then that night happened and it was like woah! I’m a big pervert! But then I also knew that you were sincere and I thought maybe if you were okay with it, then maybe liking boys isn’t so bad either cuz we’re great pals and you ARE one of my precious people.” Naruto stopped to breathe before continuing. “And since that night, I kept turning it over in my head and sometimes I’d think yeah, I could totally dig Gaara and sometimes I’d think NOOO, Sakura is just warming up to me, but mostly, knowing that you cared about me so much just really, really made me happy.”

Naruto slowed down with those last few words. He seemed to be mulling over them himself. And then suddenly, his eyes lit up, like someone had turned on a light bulb inside him. “That’s it!” You make me happy! Like, ero-sennin has decided to teach me a new jutsu sorta happy times like, a million! Or Sakura has decided to pay me a compliment type of happy times a billion! So yeah, confusion aside, I think I do sorta… love you.” He mumbled the last bit. His cheeks were stained bright red. It brought a surprisingly healthy glow to his face.

Gaara watched him intently for a moment, waiting to see if he would perhaps change his mind again just as quickly, but the warmth in his eyes glowed brightly and not even Gaara could resist that infectious smile.

“Kiss me,” Gaara requested calmly. He was met with that winning smile and this time, Naruto didn’t hesitate to comply.


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A/N: I haven't actually decided how long this fic is going to be, I'm not sure how it's going to end, but there will be another chapter. Once I figure out what will happen next (besides the obvious of course ^_~ )

Thanks for reading.