A Friend In Need

Shikamaru and Neji had been acting like nothing had happened. They talked, played Shogi, and tried not to remember 'that time' in too much detail for fear of... Unwanted reactions.

But the pressure was building. Shikamaru had miscalculated. Instead of getting rid of those feelings, they'd just intensified. Every night was plagued by dreams he'd wake up sweating from. Every night he'd swear and give in to the urge to relive himself. Now even just seeing Neji made those images spring to mind.

They were in Shikamaru's living room, Shogi board before them and silence thick in the air. The tension had become almost unbearable. It was Neji who broke the stifling stillness.

“You lied to me.”

Of all the things Neji could have said, Shikamaru wasn't expecting that one.

“I... What?”

“You lied to me.”

“How? When?”

“When you said 'Guys do it all the time. It's called mutual masturbation. It doesn't mean anything.'”

... Busted.

“... Tch. How do you know that?”

Now it was Neji's turn to conduct the uncomfortable silence.

“... Kiba found out.”

“How? Did you tell him?”

Shikamaru looked up in surprise, eyes meeting for the first time.

“No. Don't be so stupid. He could smell it, apparently.”

“But you showered.”

“I know.”

Neji looked down again. The silence was agony.

“... If you were angry about it, Neji, you wouldn't be here.”

“Hn.”

“So that's obviously not the problem.”

“Perhaps.”

Shikamaru rolled his eyes.

“So what is the problem, then? I don't have a problem with what we did.”

“The problem is...!”

“Yeah?”

Neji didn't reply, small scowl in place as he moved a piece. Shikamaru wasn't going to let it go. Not with their friendship balancing on the line like this.

“Do you think I took advantage of you?”

“Perhaps, but that's not the issue.”

“Then what is the issue?”

Silence. Shikamaru let out a barely hidden growl of annoyance.

“Neji-”

“-I wish you hadn't helped me.”

It was like a stab in the stomach.

“... It's a bit late for that now.”

“Hmn.”

There was a slightly more painful silence.

“Why?”

Then an awkward one. A really long awkward one. Neji sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, looked up to the heavens in a 'help me' glance, and then back at Shikamaru.

“Because it's been plaguing my mind and I can't concentrate since. On anything.”

...

“... Oh.”

There was, yet another, long silence. This one more... Well, 'guh'.

“And I bet you don't have a cure for this problem,” Neji added a little bitterly.

“Well, if one had sprung to mind I would have already used it.”

“You have the same... Dilemma?”

“I do.”

“... Right.”

“Right.”

This was by far the most uncomfortable silence yet, in which Shikamaru won the Shogi game.

“Well. We're just going to have to come up with a solution,” he said, pushing the board away from them.

“Mmn.”

“We're probably only so caught up on this because it was the first time for anything of that nature for both of us.”

“... Mmn.”

“So...--”

“--What you're saying is we should get it out of our systems.”

“... Er...”

“Or did I hear you wrong?”

“... Er...”

Neji raised an eyebrow.

“Hmn?”

“... W-Well, I guess...”

“Are you suggesting it or not, Shikamaru.”

“And if I am?”

He looked up, trying to gage a reaction. Neji stood.

“Then I think we should try this way, and if that doesn't work...” He shrugged.

... Shikamaru cautiously stood.

“... So... You're suggesting that--”

“--Agreeing that,” Neji butted in.

“... Right. Agreeing that we should have sex enough that... It doesn't become new and, uh, captivating anymore?”

“It was your idea.”

... Sneaky bastard. Shikamaru laughed, scrubbing his face.

“Turn me into the pervert, then...”

“You suggested it. And you lied in the first place.”

“Alright, alright. Fine.”

Neji nodded.

“Fine.”

There was another pause. Thank god that, once again, his parents were out. Maybe he should think about getting his own place... The Hyuuga raised an impatient eyebrow.

“... Let's go upstairs,” muttered Shikamaru. He turned, slouching his way up to his bedroom. His heartbeat was now slightly erratic, nervousness and anticipation building in his gut.

“Sit.”

He patted the bed beside him, having sat upon entering.

“And close the door, Neji.”

Neji nodded and did so, sitting beside Shikamaru with his hands folded in his lap. Shikamaru swallowed, dragging his eyes up to meet Neji's, the same spark of nervousness in his too.

“S-So...”

His eyes slid down to Neji's lips and back up to his eyes. He should start it slow... And just... Let it progress by itself... He angled his face a little and started to lean in.

“... What are you doing, Shikamaru?”

“Kissing you,” he muttered seconds before he pressed his lips to Neji's slightly plumper ones. Neji's eyes widened and Shikamaru had to remember that this was Neji's first kiss. His first too, actually. But he actually knew what he was doing and proved this by starting to move his lips sensuously over Neji's. He was rewarded with a hitch of breath, Neji starting to lean into it more. After a few moments, he let his hands come up to rest on Neji's shoulders and his tongue trace the seam of Neji's lips. They both shivered and a second later, Neji opened his mouth to let Shikamaru's tongue slide into his mouth.

Shikamaru shuddered when Neji's hands lightly touched his chest before moving down to his waist and pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, slick muscle trailing over Neji's gums and perfect white teeth. Said man gasped softly and opened his mouth more, tongue gingerly sliding alongside Shikamaru's. Both groaned, hands tightening and fisting in the material beneath them.

Gaining confidence, both men deepened and quickened the kiss, starting to fight for dominance. After a breathless moment the nervousness in both their lower abdomens melted into lust, hot and thick; tangible on their tongues.

“Mmn...”

Neji backed down, realizing that Shikamaru was a lot more experienced and, well, knowledgeable in these matters. Shikamaru's slightly sharp teeth nipped at Neji's bottom lip, drawing another small noise from him. It was intoxicating and good god he wanted more. The second Shikamaru's hands flicked open the button on the flap of Neji's shirt, his own chuunin jacket was hastily discarded, hitting the ground. Their breath was ragged, peppering the short space between briefly parted lips with small bursts of warm air. Eyes locked. Neji's had darkened, glazed. The sight made Shikamaru's stomach tie itself in a weird knot and tug as he leant in again, kissing open mouthed and passionately.

Impatiently, shirts fell to the floor in twin heaps, Shikamaru's mesh vest following mere seconds after. They broke away, lips slick with saliva and cheeks flushed. They paused, both sets of hands hovering over naked, trembling skin. Shikamaru moved first, fingers skimming down Neji's chest. The older nin shuddered and leant into the touch, slightly swollen lips parting to breathe deeper.

“... It feels so much better... With someone else...”

Shikamaru bit back a groan. Neji's seemingly innocent comments were nothing short of erotic, especially with that little waver to his voice...

“M-Mmn...”

His fingers slid over defined muscles, skin unbelievably soft and smooth. Not a single hair, he noted with a delayed sense of wonder. And no scars...? Ah, no... His fingertips touched the knotted scar material from Kidomaru. Neji shuddered again, own hands descending on Shikamaru's much coarser skin.

“Ah...”

Neji had been right... It felt so much better when someone else touched you. He leant into the soft caress, their shoulders brushing. Their lips found each other again, this time Neji taking control. Shikamaru let him, but he sneakily rubbed his thumbs in small, tight circles over Neji's nipples; making the older man gasp and break away suddenly, arching forwards.

“O-Oh...!”

Shikamaru smirked, doing it again. Neji's forehead hit his shoulder, muscles trembling. A sudden push and Shikamaru was blinking up at the ceiling, dimly realizing that no matter how distracted he was, he should not have been flipped so easily like that. All grumbling thoughts disappeared, however, when a topless, flushed and painfully sexy Neji straddled him and ground down, lips attacking Shikamaru's neck.

“O-Oh gods,” he hissed out as Neji ground down again, clothed erections rubbing. He was pretty damn sure he'd never been this hard before in his life, and when Neji's fingers rubbed over his already hardened nipples, all thinking processes crashed. His back arched, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Those delightful hands slid down, nails scraping over flexing muscles. Neji wasn't called a genius for nothing.

“M-Mmn...”

Belatedly, Shikamaru realized Neji was doing all the work. His hands looped around Neji's shoulders, exploring the broad planes of his back. Neji shuddered, nipping now at Shikamaru's collar bone and leaving small red marks. They both stilled when Neji's fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers. Black eyes locked with light purple. Both swallowed. Shikamaru nodded. His breathing sped up as those delicate, deadly fingers slowly unhooked the button. Their pants didn't mask the slow slide of the zipper being dragged down. Shikamaru closed his eyes, face flushing redder as Neji slid off his trousers and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving him exposed on the bed. He bit his lower lip, not daring to open his eyes.

Shikamaru's thighs twitched as Neji let his hands trail down them, eyes still clamped closed. It was only when soft lips covered his, he dared open them. Neji nipped, pulled back and smirked.

“T-Tch...”

Shikamaru half pouted, still fighting embarrassment at being so laid out and vulnerable. He realized that a bit of the tension must've been his ninja senses, gently yet insistently reminding him that Neji could kill him in... Thirty six different ways without him being able to so much as open his mouth.

“... Why am I the only one naked...?”

“Do something about it, if you feel so strongly...”

… The hint of playfulness combined with Neji's voice having dropped an octave or so nearly drew a noise from Shikamaru's mouth. He half sat up, awkward because Neji was kneeling between his mostly spread legs. Shaking fingers reached for that stupid, weird skirt-thing Neji wore; tearing it off in an instant and banishing it to the floor. He swallowed, Neji's arousal obvious. His hand pressed against the flat of Neji's stomach and slid down, fingers sliding into his trousers and underwear, testing the stretch of the elastic.

“... M-Mhmn...”

Neji shivered, hands sliding up Shikamaru's bare sides to grip his shoulders softly. Eyes fixed on what his hands were doing, Shikamaru slid down the white material. Neji flushed, swallowed, licked his lips and closed his eyes. He'd already seen Neji naked and hard, and his brain and never let him forget it for a second, but there was something so much more arousing this time. Probably because this time it was sex, and not him conning Neji into a grope. He smirked lightly.

“... And here I was thinking you were going to be completely hairless everywhere...”

Neji went redder, opening his eyes to glare at Shikamaru.

“I can make you infertile in one touch, Shikamaru.”

He couldn't help but laugh, leaning forwards and pressing another kiss to Neji's lips.

“Now now...”

Neji huffed, kicking the rest of his clothing onto the floor and pushing Shikamaru back down so that he was hovering over him again. The playfulness melted into deeper breaths and shivers.

“... We've already used our hands last time...”

“... M-Mmn...” Neji really didn't know how erotic he sounded with that damn voice, and those damn glazed eyes staring into his. Neji licked his lips and flushed a tint darker.

“... But I don't know how to use my mouth...”

Shikamaru nearly lost it there and then, because there was no way in hell Neji was proposing to give him a blow job. After a few seconds of gaping up at Neji, brain well and truly melting, he swallowed and tried to speak.

“... Urr...” He cleared his throat. “W-Well... I...”

Neji raised an eyebrow.

“... You...?”

“... Err...”

“... Do you want me to?”

What kind of question was that?! Of course he wanted him to!!! Shikamaru nodded.

“You might have to tell me what to do...”

Shikamaru swallowed, nodded again.

“I-... I'll, uhh... T-Tell you if you do something I don't like...?”

“Alright...”

Neji's lips descended on his collar bone and started to trail down. Shikamaru's mind was reeling, thoughts of 'oh my god' and 'this isn't happening' smashing through his brain as Neji's lips slid down his chest and stomach, hair brushing his thighs and hips. He bit his lip hard, breathing harshly in anticipation.

“... Tell me if I do something wrong...”

Shikamaru didn't have the time to agree before the tip of Neji's tongue flicked over the top of his erection.

“A-Ahh...!”

Neji drew back.

“... Was that wrong...?”

Shikamaru glared at him, red cheeked and panting.

“No...” He swallowed. “Not at all...”

“Alright...”

Neji ducked down again. Shikamaru closed his eyes, the sight just too much. Another jolt of pleasure made his thighs tremble madly as the slick, warm slide of Neji's tongue touched him again. And again. And again. Shikamaru's hands fisted in the sheets, shaking slightly.

“N-Nhhn...”

Neji didn't pull back. Shikamaru gasped as he felt Neji's tongue swirl and slip into the slit, the pleasure teasing and so good.

“Ahhn...”

Neji's hands rested on his hips, stopping them from bucking up as his soft lips slid down, taking the first inch into his mouth. Shikamaru's breathing went haywire, beads of sweat forming as the warm wetness encased him. His slick tongue licked at the flesh in his mouth. Shikamaru's mouth fell open as he panted harshly, lust and that addictive heat swirling in his lower abdomen. He felt those lips slide down further, a hand softly gripping the base and squeezing.

“O-Oh gods...”

He could feel Neji's eyes trained on him, watching every reaction. He jerked and groaned loudly as Neji's teeth softly scraped along the extremely sensitive flesh. Never done this before!? Like hell...!

“A-A-Ahh...”

His hips were fighting to rise, Neji's hand holding them down as he sucked lightly, licking and swirling his tongue. Shikamaru's back arched, hands moving to tangle in Neji's gorgeous hair, urging him on. Another inch was sucked into that hot vacuum which was robbing him of every thought process he had.

“O-Oh sh-shit...”

Neji sucked, scraped and soothed with growing confidence. Shikamaru writhed, temperature unbearable and skin sweating lightly, gleaming in the light.

“A-Ahn... Ne-Nhhhn... O-Oh, Ne-Neji... 'M cl-close...”

He whined in disappointment when Neji pulled off.

“Do you want me to swallow?”

Shikamaru groaned.

“... I-If you w-want...”

“I'll try it...”

Those glorious lips descended and Shikamaru was once more rocketed back to nirvana. His hips twitched despite Neji's grip on them, pants getting higher pitched with each one as he felt his orgasm race up on him.

“N-Ne--... Uhhnnn...”

Teeth scraped and Shikamaru was booted over the edge. His hips arched, breaking Neji's hold as he came, fingers ripping small holes in the sheets and a cry tumbling out his mouth as Neji choked slightly, doing his best to swallow and hold Shikamaru down again.

“Ah-AHH!!”

He slumped, panting and gasping as Neji let him slip from his mouth. He grimaced slightly, swallowing. Shikamaru snorted sleepily.

“... Do-Does it taste really bad...?”

“... It's not... The most pleasant taste...”

Shikamaru snorted again, flushed and smirking in the after-glow.

“Well... I guess I'm about to find out, hmn...?”

Neji flushed again and smirked back.

“I guess so...”

Slightly awkwardly he rolled off Shikamaru and onto his back, pulling the younger man to over him like some sort of human blanket. Shikamaru happily went, leaning down to kiss him. It felt like too long since he'd last lip-locked with the Hyuuga already. The kiss was short, Shikamaru moving his mouth to Neji's neck as he licked and bit the soft skin. So soft for a ninja... Neji groaned softly, eyes sliding half-closed. Shikamaru continued down, pausing to lap at a hardened nipple.

“Ahh...”

Neji's hands grasped Shikamaru's head.

“... Ta-Take your hair out...”

“... It looks stupid...”

“... Please...?”

After a moment, he grumbled and complied, looping the tie around his wrist.

“There...”

“Much better...”

Neji's fingers tangled in it.

“... Much better...”

With a small snort, Shikamaru ducked back down to the pale skin of Neji's stomach, nipping the shuddering muscles. The hands in his hair tightened as he slid down again, now just to the left of his erection. How to do this... He decided to just re-enact what Neji had done. He leant forwards and let his tongue trail over the tip, eyes locked on Neji's face for a reaction.

“Ahh...!”

… That was a good reaction. Shikamaru did it again, noting the new taste. Bitter, a little salty... Not... Pleasant, but he'd get used to it. He licked again, swirling his tongue and dipping into the slit.

“Nhnnm...!”

He caught Neji's hips before they bucked up, gently holding him down and lapping again, Neji's fingers tight in his hair. He swallowed and opened his mouth, slowly taking in the first inch and a half into his mouth. The taste was a lot more noticeable now, but the weird keening noise from Neji kept him there, eyes fixed on the Hyuuga's flushed and slightly sweating face.

“O-Ohhh...”

Neji writhed, head tossing and muscles flexing. Shikamaru cautiously licked at the bumpy shape in his mouth, sucking gently.

“Uhnn...”

Shikamaru shivered, feeling Neji twitch in his mouth as he traced the vein on the underside with his tongue, slipping more of the turgid flesh into his mouth. He was getting more and more used to the taste. He sucked again, letting his teeth gently bump against the side of Neji's erection.

“Sh-Shi-aaahhh...”

Taking a deep breath, he slid as much as Neji as he could into his mouth, pausing as his gag reflex was nearly triggered. His tongue slid over the throbbing length, teeth scraping as he bobbed his head, Neji's fingers now painfully tight in his hair.

“O-Oh g-hnn...”

Neji's hips bucked up violently, the taste strengthening on his tongue. He must be getting close... He let his cheeks hollow slightly with the suction, one hand slowly trailing his fingernails down the vein of the amount he couldn't quite fit into his mouth properly. Suddenly hot, almost-liquid filled his mouth and made him gag slightly, swallowing on instinct. The taste was by far the worst, but not unbearable. The noise Neji was making made it up tenfold.

“SHIKA-AAH!!”

Gods... Who the hell knew Neji would be so vocal?! As soon as the Hyuuga slumped, hands falling from Shikamaru's hair, he straightened up and swallowed one last time. They were both matching shades of red. Shikamaru hovered awkwardly between Neji's legs, not sure what to do now. Thankfully, Neji pushed himself up on his elbows and pressed a kiss to Shikamaru's lips.

“... I don't think it's out of my system yet... But I'm too tired to do this again today...”

“... It's not out of mine either... And so am I... Perhaps this could become like Shogi...?”

Neji smirked, still flushed.

“You're full of good ideas today...”

“... Tch, thanks.”

“Can I use your shower...?”

“Go ahead.” Shikamaru effortlessly chucked him a towel and rolled off the man, all awkwardness gone. He watched Neji leave, wrapping a towel around himself.

He was really looking forwards to their next Shogi game.