Hot Night in Konoha (complete)

Warnings

• Anal
  
• Angst
  
• Dom
  
• Language
  
• M/M
  
• N/C
  
• Oral
  
• Yaol
  

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Conventions

Thoughts of Sasuke and others are set in italic type (whole paragraph)

Naruto’s thoughts are set in bold-italic type (whole paragraph).

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Sasuke ran blindly until he couldn’t catch his breath. He stopped, bent at the waist, put hands on knees. Sweat dripped from his nose and chin as afternoon sun shot through his thick, blue-black hair, heating his scalp. As his panting and pulse slowed, he looked up to see that he had run to the edge of the training grounds.

Immediately his heart jolted against his ribs.

I…I haven’t been here since…that day three years ago.

Sasuke remained frozen in a crouch, his pulse thundering in his ears. Time dilated, minutes became hours. Finally he broke the spell; straightened; turned to go.

What was that?

Sasuke looked back, then turned his body toward the open field.

There. Again. What—?

A flash of bright orange, incongruous with the earth tones of the forest beyond.

As Sasuke stared, he realized that a boy was somersaulting from branches high in the trees to the ground, then clambering up to do it again.

Naruto.

Sasuke grimaced, one eyebrow lowering.

The village troublemaker. What the hell does he think he’s doing?

Sasuke turned to leave, but stopped when—

“Hey, you! Come here for a minute!”

Naruto’s voice was coarse and grating on the ears, and he used crude, inappropriate language. But something impelled Sasuke to turn back once again and answer.

“What do you want?”

“Just a hand for a moment. Won’t take long.”

Sasuke hesitated.

“C’mon, it won’t hurt you to help out a little.”

Sasuke suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go, no idea of what to do next. He shrugged and walked toward the brash boy on the other side of the field.

“Hi. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Sasuke said, his eyes cold, face stony.

“—Naruto,” the boy in orange finished. He looked at the ground and rubbed the back of his head, scattering thick, blond, fly-away hair. He jerked his head up and smiled at Sasuke.

My god, I just insulted him and he’s smiling. What an idiot.

“So, anyway,” Naruto said, dragging out his request, “I was wondering…if you’d help me get to that branch.” He pointed upward to a tree limb.

“That one?” Sasuke said, stretching his neck to see. “Which one have you been jumping from?”

“I’ll show you.”

Naruto scrambled up the trunk, quickly pulling himself to a branch fifteen feet above the ground.

“See, I’ve been jumping from this one for a few days, and now I need a bigger challenge.” He continued, pointing upward. “But that one’s out of reach. There aren’t any branches between me and it.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Well,” Naruto said, looking back to Sasuke, “if you could come up here and let me stand on your shoulders, I think I could reach it. Maybe,” he said, looking thoughtful.

“Are you insane?” Sasuke said. “That branch is at least twenty feet off the ground. If you make a mistake, you’ll break your neck.”

“No way, man,” Naruto said. “First, I’m the best jumper in Konoha. No one can do the stuff I do. And next, I don’t make mistakes.”

Sasuke raised one eyebrow.

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Believe what you want. I know I can do it.”

Naruto grimaced. Sasuke responded immediately.

“Well, I’m not sure I want to do it. Standing on someone’s shoulders is unstable enough on solid ground. Doing it on a tree limb—”

“You’re not afraid, are you?”

“Fuck, no, I’m not afraid. But I’m not in the habit of doing foolish things.”

“Foolish, huh?” Naruto put hands on hips and stuck out his chest. “Come up here and help me, and I’ll show you something you’ve never seen.”

Sasuke stared at the self-assertive boy in the orange jumpsuit who looked down on him, waiting for an answer.

I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.

“Well?”

Sasuke huffed. “I’ve got nothing else to do. And watching you split your thick head open might be fun.”

“Not gonna happen. Just get up here and I’ll show you what a real jumper can do!”

Sasuke shrugged and began to climb the tree. Once he was on the branch next to Naruto, the blond-haired boy bowed formally to Sasuke and said, “I’m Uzumaki Naruto, at your service.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Well,” Naruto said, straightening, “I know you said you know who I am, but I haven’t introduced myself yet.”

Sasuke stared, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Now you.”

“What?”

“You know who I am, but I don’t know your name yet.”

Sasuke hesitated, then spoke quietly without bowing. “Uchiha Sasuke.”

Naruto’s eyebrows went up.

“Wow, really? You’re the son of the Sixth?”

Sasuke sneered, laughed without humor. “Not anymore. Not after today.”

“Why? What happened?”

Sasuke looked away. “None of your damn business.” He looked back to Naruto. “Now if you want my help, you better move quick before I change my mind.”

“Right,” Naruto said. “The best way to do this is for you to lean against the trunk.”

Sasuke did, crossing his arms as he leaned his shoulders back against rough bark. A sarcastic smile spread over his face.

Naruto’s eyebrows came down; he scrunched up his nose.

“Not like that, stupid! Turn around and put your arms around the trunk. Push your chest up against it, too.”

“Don’t call me names.”

“Then don’t act stupid,” Naruto said.

“Look,” Sasuke said, turning toward the trunk, “I have no reason to be up here, helping you jump to your death. So show a little respect.”

Chagrinned, Naruto lowered his eyes, spoke quietly. “Uh, right. Sorry.”

Sasuke turned toward the trunk and took the position Naruto wanted.

“Now, can you stick one leg out a little?”

“What?”

“Just sort of raise up your leg and put your knee against the trunk. That way I’ll have a foothold to start with.”

Sasuke snorted softly, but did as asked.

“You ready?”

“Just do it, okay? I don’t have all day.”

“Right.”

Naruto stood directly behind Sasuke and put his hands on the trunk above Sasuke’s head. He checked his balance, then lifted his right foot to put it on Sasuke’s right thigh. As he did, his groin pressed against the small of Sasuke’s back.

My god, Sasuke thought, he’s pressing his cock against me!

Naruto swayed to the left, started to lose his balance. He brought his right foot down and chuckled.

“Whoa, heh-heh, guess I need to try that again.”

Naruto repositioned himself, leaning in closer to Sasuke, who felt Naruto’s breath against his right ear. The sweet, acrid scent of his sweat hit Sasuke’s nostrils. He stiffened as the blond boy’s cock pushed against his back again. Sasuke noticed this time that it was beginning to harden.

What the fuck? Is this turning the moron on?

Naruto checked his left foot, his hands, then stuck his tongue out, licking the right corner of his mouth. He spoke under his breath, a hoarse tenor, right into Sasuke’s ear.

“Okay, gonna try it again. I think I can get it this time.”

Sasuke turned his ear away from Naruto’s lips. The summer afternoon heat, the boy’s jumpsuit, his body heat, his growing erection—

Naruto raised his right foot, put it on Sasuke’s thigh. He pushed up with his left foot, then dropped back, gauging how much strength he needed to catapult himself to the branch above and checking how much pressure Sasuke’s thigh could take. Sasuke tensed with the effort of supporting Naruto’s weight. Naruto repeated the motion twice more, then said—

Oh, my god! Fucking get on with it! It’s like he’s—he’s humping me!

“Okay, here we go!”

Naruto pushed upward. Sasuke grabbed the tree tightly. As Naruto shoved his weight onto Sasuke’s thigh, Sasuke’s knee slid downward against the bark, flesh tearing.

Sasuke screamed. “Son of a bitch!”

Naruto grunted loudly as he launched upward.

Sasuke lost his balance as Naruto’s weight left him. He stumbled, swayed on one foot, trying to regain balance. He slipped backward off the branch, but threw his head and arms forward and grabbed the limb with both hands. He huffed out all his breath; blinked rapidly a few times.

He realized he had broken his fall, so he swung his feet back, forward, then let go of the branch, falling to the ground, crouching to absorb the shock as he hit dry, brown grass.

Sasuke looked up to see Naruto hanging by one hand on the branch he had wanted. He was smiling broadly and giggling.

“Hee-hee-hee, I did it! I knew I could make it!”

“Don’t you mean you knew we could do it?” Sasuke said, dusting dirt off his hands as he stood. The action caused the open wound on his knee to twinge, and he looked down to see the damage.

Fuck. That’s gonna take time to heal.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. The point is, I made it. Now I can try the jump I’ve been dreaming about!”

“Fucking moron,” Sasuke said, brushing his pants down. As he did, he was horrified to discover that he had a hard-on. He immediately turned away from Naruto, blushing furiously.

What the fuck—? I sure as hell know I’m not—

“Hey, hey! Turn around,” Naruto said after swinging himself up to stand on the branch. “You’re gonna miss the greatest jump in Konoha’s history!”

“Fuck off,” Sasuke said under his breath. He started walking.

“Hey, what’d you say? I didn’t—”

“I said,” Sasuke said, raising his voice without turning, “Go fuck yourself!” He continued moving.

“Bastard,” Naruto yelled. “Who cares if you watch? Not me!” He spit in his hands, rubbed them together, raised them high above his head. He swallowed air, blew it out.

Again.

At the top of his voice he yelled to the empty field. “Watch out, Konoha! Here comes the great Uzumaki Naruto, doing the first-ever triple-somersault-plus-a-half from the amazing height of—of—oh, hell, just watch, everybody!”

Naruto gulped air once more and ran to the edge of the branch. He bounced off the end and screamed:

“Yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!”

Unable to help himself, Sasuke turned around to watch.

Naruto shot upward, just a little, then seemed to hang in mid-air, a brilliant smile on his face.

God, he’s so fucking happy. How the hell can he be like that?

Naruto grunted as he threw his arms and head forward, watching his feet sail upward toward the hot sky. As they came full circle, he added momentum to the action.

Two—

and a half—

three—

and—

Suddenly the ground was all he could see. Naruto squeezed his eyes shut, threw all his strength into a final spin, and—

Whomp!

“Shi-i-i-t!”

Naruto opened his eyes, blinked.

Why didn’t the impact hurt as much as the others?

“Get the fuck off me!”

Naruto turned his head. Blue-black hair brushed his face. He twisted to see better, but—

“I said, get—the—fuck—off me!”

Naruto was thrown forward. He rolled, then sprang to hands and knees. On the ground before him was Uchiha Sasuke, his white shorts stained with dirt and grass from his slide to get under Naruto.

“You broke my fall!” Naruto said, eyebrows high, mouth hanging open.

“Fucking idiot,” Sasuke said under his breath, still lying on the ground. He turned his head away from Naruto, put hands under chest, pushed himself up; stood.

“Why’d you do it?”

Sasuke turned his back on Naruto. He brushed himself off, thankful that the run and collision had curtailed his erection.

“Hey! I asked you—”

“Maybe,” Sasuke said, raising his voice, then lowering it, “I don’t like seeing people”—he turned to face Naruto—”kill themselves.”

Sasuke made sure his eyes were cold, deadpan.

Naruto froze, stared at Sasuke with his mouth open. Then suddenly—

“Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha, ha-ha-hoo! You thought I was gonna—” Sasuke narrowed his eyes; Naruto rolled onto his back and continued laughing, kicking his feet in the air. He calmed a bit, then rolled onto his belly and looked up at Sasuke, whose puzzled look indicated he thought he was dealing with a truly psychotic boy.

“Oh, god, I can’t believe you! I’ve done that jump hundreds of times! The only reason I never made it three-and-a-half is that I couldn’t get high enough.”

“Yeah, well,” Sasuke said, suddenly breaking his pose, “you just about did fucking kill yourself, you know.” He sat.

“Aw, I’d have survived.” Pause. Softer: “I always do.” Naruto sat up, facing Sasuke, gulped hot summer air and blew it out forcefully.

“Still…um…thanks, man. You completely didn’t have to do that.”

Sasuke turned his head as he blushed and mumbled.

“Forget it.”

Awkward pause.

“Say,” Naruto said, “you hungry?”

“What?” Sasuke said, turning to look at Naruto.

“‘Cause I feel like celebrating. I don’t have much, but the least I can do is treat the guy who helped me do this to some ramen.”

Sasuke stared at Naruto, his face expressionless. When Naruto started to say something, Sasuke spoke:

“Sure. Why not?”