Sandcastles Naruto/Sasuke 18+ Romance
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Sandcastles Part 2
A.N. Thanks for all the comments, and rating :3 Here is part 2, It's the authors morbid humor that made this so funny to me. Enjoy.
Sandcastles Part 2
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By the end of that summer, we had moved away from Konoha and my only connection to the blue-eyed kid. Even though I never heard from him, I would still visit the beach everyday… hoping.
By my senior year in High School, I’d left home. For the first time ever I was on my own. I did odd jobs, but the most memorable was for a window washing company. Although it had been years since I had seen that kid, it felt like nothing had changed…
~~~~
“Hey you! Take floor twenty-two on the east! I’m going on break,” the owner of the window washing company snapped, in his thick Spanish accent.
“I thought we were supposed to do this in teams,” Sasuke grouched.
The owner ignored him, scratching his ass as he walked away, leaving the teen to finish the outer windows of the top floor.
Grumbling, Sasuke gathered his supplies. He climbed six stories of the iron structure before, finally, reaching the scaffolding that operated with a pulley system. From here he could use the pulleys to get to the higher levels. He was experienced with washing windows, so heights didn’t bother the raven. He swiftly set up on the designated floor and secured the system before starting his work.
---
Naruto leaned back in his chair, watching his uncle go over some reports from his publisher again. He was bored out of his mind with the writing guru and needed a break. His eyes wandered around the lushly decorated corner office. The contemporary black and glass décor did nothing for the simplistic blonde. He peered into the adjoining conference room.
On the outside of the building, a skinny man clung to a large suction cup whilst washing the windows. Naruto blinked: the pale man had on no shirt, and his abs glistened with sweat… or was it window washing fluid? Droplets rolled down his lean neck, over a dusky areola, and finally dripped off the tip of his nipple.
Naruto’s cerulean eyes dilated as he involuntarily licked his lips. His chair righted itself on all fours and he stood up, glancing at his uncle. Surreptitiously, he shoved his hands inside the wool pockets of his dark slacks and slipped out.
Naruto wandered into the conference room, watching the dark haired figure soap another large square of glass. The cleaner’s lean calf muscles, below his khaki knee-length shorts, tightened as he stretched to reach a little higher, working foam over the window.
The blonde took a deep breath, standing directly in the path of the last area the window washer would clean. Closer now, he could see they were about the same age, although the person outside the window appeared older due to his rugged lifestyle.
Naruto smiled; he liked the way a tiny crease appeared between large, endlessly dark eyes as the teen worked. The young man had a white cloth over most of his hair, which the blonde realized was the guy’s t-shirt. Spiky dark hair stuck out around his ears and along the back of his neck. Naruto wondered what it would look like loose, cascading around that handsome, pale face. He removed a business card from his pocket and a ballpoint pen.
---
Sasuke wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and proceeded to clean away the last of the washing fluid. He was glad to be finished with it. If his bastard boss didn’t pay him he was going to shove the bucket, the squeegee, and the damn scaffolding up that man’s ass.
He swiped over the last section and looked at his own reflection in the mirrored UV protection covering. ‘Damn I look like shit,’ he shook his head.
The second Sasuke swiped away the soap, Naruto held up a business card. On the back he asked:
“Will you go out with me?” (Puppy eye doodle underneath)
He knew the glass was sound proof, but he’d forgotten about the UV protection on the outside, with its privacy coating.
Naruto pouted and put his hands together, begging the skinny but sexy teen after the raven shot him down with a shake of the head.
Sasuke dropped his tools and grabbed his water cooler; taking a long drink, he then poured half the contents over his head, drenching himself. His lean body hugged the shimmering liquid, and since the sun was high on this side of the building, the brightness reflects off the glass like an oven, glowing against his pale skin.
He pushed the shirt off his head and draped it around his neck, sighing at its cooling relief. He shook off the excess water, swishing the wet locks around his face before running both hands through it. He licked his lips. His tight biceps and triceps flexed as he stretched and turned his head from side to side to loosen up before his descent.
The blonde on the opposite side of the window resisted the urge to lick the heated surface. Oversize blue eyes gazed out of focus with his mouth unhinged; drool rolled over his bottom lip before he snapped out of his daydream. He’d been imagining the hot window-washing teen moving in slow motion and crooking a finger for him to come closer. Naruto pouted as the teen dropped out of sight, lowering the scaffolding slowly.
‘What’s wrong with me?! I mean, I got the looks and the money! Why can’t I get even a single date?’ He sighed heavily, turning back to his uncle.
“Are you done yet old man?”
“Ha ha Naruto, don’t get mad at me because you can’t get laid.”
“WHAT!? I just wanted to go out not get … you pervert!”
“Sure you don’t want to get laid,” he said mockingly. “You’re sixteen; all boys your age want to get laid.”
“I’m not like all boys, you dirty old man.”
“Yeah whatever you say,” he chuckled. The white haired writer peered at his blonde kit; “You know he’s out of you league anyway.”
Naruto, who was about to sit down, slammed his hands on the table and leaned in towards his uncle - hair standing on end in agitation.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I bet you couldn’t even get that kid to blush. You have no game.”
“You’re ON!” Naruto stormed out the office, heading towards the elevator.
Sasuke climbed down the scaffolding, leaping the remaining four ledges. He pulled on the locking system to lower the metal framing he had used to get higher. It jammed with a metallic snap.
“Dam it!” He reached up - jerking the rope to loosen the knotted end.
“I can help you with that,” said a mellow voice behind the raven. A golden hand reached over his head and grasped the wrong line.
“Wait!” Sasuke yelled.
The knot unraveled quickly; the cord Naruto had tugged caused the floor on the scaffolding to tilt unevenly. As a result, the bucket tipped over. Five gallons of soapy liquid spilled down on both the teens, drenching them completely. Thankfully, the basin remained latched to the scaffolding.
“Ha ha Naruto, that’s some game you got!” ‘KAH! KAH! KAH!’ “Well he’s blushing, you win!” His uncle chortled, waving him back inside the building.
Red faced and fuming, Sasuke glared at the tall blonde - eyebrow twitching in irritation. Jiraiya’s booming laugh caught the raven’s attention. To add further insult, he noticed the blonde’s cheesy grin at the white haired executive cackles.
“You Moron!” Sasuke spat, as the golden haired teen turned to face him. Only then did he notice three whisker-like marks on each perfectly tanned cheek. The raven stifled another insult as blue ribbon eyes blinked at him through golden wet lashes.
His face a beacon of humiliation, Naruto grinned as he turned to face the raven. Just as Naruto opened his mouth to apologize, he stammered, utterly captivated by the drenched beauty.
“I…I..I..” he choked out, mouth moving soundlessly. He felt as if he were about to be sick: light headed and nauseous. He gulped nervously, scratching the back of his head, and then noticed the twitching eyebrow on Sasuke’s forehead.
In a few lucid moments, Naruto gained some of his composure, enough to point boldly in Sasuke’s face; thinking ‘sand and beach.’ The gesture mistakenly interpreted as the ‘finger of fault’ by the raven’s employer.
Neither could get a word out before Sasuke’s boss ran over to slap the raven in the back of the head. The over-reacting adult then shoved money at the shirtless teen while cursing Sasuke out in rapid ‘Spanglish’ and ordered him away - with a foot in the backside for good measure.
“Wait,” Naruto tried to interrupt and explain what had happened.
The workers wouldn’t listen. They crowded around the teen executive and continued apologizing for the incident. Others escorted the dark haired teen away with harsh words and more threats.
Naruto watched helplessly as the boy climbed into a cab for refuge and pulled away from sight, staring out the back window at the dripping golden boy.
[TBC]
Sandcastles Part 2
~~~~
By the end of that summer, we had moved away from Konoha and my only connection to the blue-eyed kid. Even though I never heard from him, I would still visit the beach everyday… hoping.
By my senior year in High School, I’d left home. For the first time ever I was on my own. I did odd jobs, but the most memorable was for a window washing company. Although it had been years since I had seen that kid, it felt like nothing had changed…
~~~~
“Hey you! Take floor twenty-two on the east! I’m going on break,” the owner of the window washing company snapped, in his thick Spanish accent.
“I thought we were supposed to do this in teams,” Sasuke grouched.
The owner ignored him, scratching his ass as he walked away, leaving the teen to finish the outer windows of the top floor.
Grumbling, Sasuke gathered his supplies. He climbed six stories of the iron structure before, finally, reaching the scaffolding that operated with a pulley system. From here he could use the pulleys to get to the higher levels. He was experienced with washing windows, so heights didn’t bother the raven. He swiftly set up on the designated floor and secured the system before starting his work.
---
Naruto leaned back in his chair, watching his uncle go over some reports from his publisher again. He was bored out of his mind with the writing guru and needed a break. His eyes wandered around the lushly decorated corner office. The contemporary black and glass décor did nothing for the simplistic blonde. He peered into the adjoining conference room.
On the outside of the building, a skinny man clung to a large suction cup whilst washing the windows. Naruto blinked: the pale man had on no shirt, and his abs glistened with sweat… or was it window washing fluid? Droplets rolled down his lean neck, over a dusky areola, and finally dripped off the tip of his nipple.
Naruto’s cerulean eyes dilated as he involuntarily licked his lips. His chair righted itself on all fours and he stood up, glancing at his uncle. Surreptitiously, he shoved his hands inside the wool pockets of his dark slacks and slipped out.
Naruto wandered into the conference room, watching the dark haired figure soap another large square of glass. The cleaner’s lean calf muscles, below his khaki knee-length shorts, tightened as he stretched to reach a little higher, working foam over the window.
The blonde took a deep breath, standing directly in the path of the last area the window washer would clean. Closer now, he could see they were about the same age, although the person outside the window appeared older due to his rugged lifestyle.
Naruto smiled; he liked the way a tiny crease appeared between large, endlessly dark eyes as the teen worked. The young man had a white cloth over most of his hair, which the blonde realized was the guy’s t-shirt. Spiky dark hair stuck out around his ears and along the back of his neck. Naruto wondered what it would look like loose, cascading around that handsome, pale face. He removed a business card from his pocket and a ballpoint pen.
---
Sasuke wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and proceeded to clean away the last of the washing fluid. He was glad to be finished with it. If his bastard boss didn’t pay him he was going to shove the bucket, the squeegee, and the damn scaffolding up that man’s ass.
He swiped over the last section and looked at his own reflection in the mirrored UV protection covering. ‘Damn I look like shit,’ he shook his head.
The second Sasuke swiped away the soap, Naruto held up a business card. On the back he asked:
“Will you go out with me?” (Puppy eye doodle underneath)
He knew the glass was sound proof, but he’d forgotten about the UV protection on the outside, with its privacy coating.
Naruto pouted and put his hands together, begging the skinny but sexy teen after the raven shot him down with a shake of the head.
Sasuke dropped his tools and grabbed his water cooler; taking a long drink, he then poured half the contents over his head, drenching himself. His lean body hugged the shimmering liquid, and since the sun was high on this side of the building, the brightness reflects off the glass like an oven, glowing against his pale skin.
He pushed the shirt off his head and draped it around his neck, sighing at its cooling relief. He shook off the excess water, swishing the wet locks around his face before running both hands through it. He licked his lips. His tight biceps and triceps flexed as he stretched and turned his head from side to side to loosen up before his descent.
The blonde on the opposite side of the window resisted the urge to lick the heated surface. Oversize blue eyes gazed out of focus with his mouth unhinged; drool rolled over his bottom lip before he snapped out of his daydream. He’d been imagining the hot window-washing teen moving in slow motion and crooking a finger for him to come closer. Naruto pouted as the teen dropped out of sight, lowering the scaffolding slowly.
‘What’s wrong with me?! I mean, I got the looks and the money! Why can’t I get even a single date?’ He sighed heavily, turning back to his uncle.
“Are you done yet old man?”
“Ha ha Naruto, don’t get mad at me because you can’t get laid.”
“WHAT!? I just wanted to go out not get … you pervert!”
“Sure you don’t want to get laid,” he said mockingly. “You’re sixteen; all boys your age want to get laid.”
“I’m not like all boys, you dirty old man.”
“Yeah whatever you say,” he chuckled. The white haired writer peered at his blonde kit; “You know he’s out of you league anyway.”
Naruto, who was about to sit down, slammed his hands on the table and leaned in towards his uncle - hair standing on end in agitation.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I bet you couldn’t even get that kid to blush. You have no game.”
“You’re ON!” Naruto stormed out the office, heading towards the elevator.
Sasuke climbed down the scaffolding, leaping the remaining four ledges. He pulled on the locking system to lower the metal framing he had used to get higher. It jammed with a metallic snap.
“Dam it!” He reached up - jerking the rope to loosen the knotted end.
“I can help you with that,” said a mellow voice behind the raven. A golden hand reached over his head and grasped the wrong line.
“Wait!” Sasuke yelled.
The knot unraveled quickly; the cord Naruto had tugged caused the floor on the scaffolding to tilt unevenly. As a result, the bucket tipped over. Five gallons of soapy liquid spilled down on both the teens, drenching them completely. Thankfully, the basin remained latched to the scaffolding.
“Ha ha Naruto, that’s some game you got!” ‘KAH! KAH! KAH!’ “Well he’s blushing, you win!” His uncle chortled, waving him back inside the building.
Red faced and fuming, Sasuke glared at the tall blonde - eyebrow twitching in irritation. Jiraiya’s booming laugh caught the raven’s attention. To add further insult, he noticed the blonde’s cheesy grin at the white haired executive cackles.
“You Moron!” Sasuke spat, as the golden haired teen turned to face him. Only then did he notice three whisker-like marks on each perfectly tanned cheek. The raven stifled another insult as blue ribbon eyes blinked at him through golden wet lashes.
His face a beacon of humiliation, Naruto grinned as he turned to face the raven. Just as Naruto opened his mouth to apologize, he stammered, utterly captivated by the drenched beauty.
“I…I..I..” he choked out, mouth moving soundlessly. He felt as if he were about to be sick: light headed and nauseous. He gulped nervously, scratching the back of his head, and then noticed the twitching eyebrow on Sasuke’s forehead.
In a few lucid moments, Naruto gained some of his composure, enough to point boldly in Sasuke’s face; thinking ‘sand and beach.’ The gesture mistakenly interpreted as the ‘finger of fault’ by the raven’s employer.
Neither could get a word out before Sasuke’s boss ran over to slap the raven in the back of the head. The over-reacting adult then shoved money at the shirtless teen while cursing Sasuke out in rapid ‘Spanglish’ and ordered him away - with a foot in the backside for good measure.
“Wait,” Naruto tried to interrupt and explain what had happened.
The workers wouldn’t listen. They crowded around the teen executive and continued apologizing for the incident. Others escorted the dark haired teen away with harsh words and more threats.
Naruto watched helplessly as the boy climbed into a cab for refuge and pulled away from sight, staring out the back window at the dripping golden boy.
[TBC]