The Things That Don't Match
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Sleep?
Chapter 2
“Watch what you say around him, alright? He’s not with Sasuke and this break up seems to be sticking, he stressed. If he comes home more stressed out than he is now you won’t like what I’ll do to you. It took me forever to convince him to go in the first place. Maybe I’ll see you guys later at the party if I finish up fast.”
Shikamaru grunted as the voice on the other end of the phone gave their agreement and hung up.
Naruto had been moping since the break up and even though it had only been a week Shikamaru thought it was time for Naruto to spend some time around his friends. Naruto was in his element when he was surrounded by his friends - Naruto was in his element when surrounded by people. He had a way of changing those around him for the better or convincing them to see his point- well he seemed to have that effect on everyone but the guy he was on and off with for 8 years. Sometimes Shikamaru thought that if Naruto had gone into politics, like he was groomed to, that he would have taken over the world by now.
Shikamaru thought of everything that had been happening lately, his mind turning over numerous situations, and sighed. Everything was just so troublesome. He didn’t get enough sleep for all of this.
He got ready for his dinner date with the business man he was going to advise, he had taken to working at night so he could be there for Naruto in the mornings and evenings. At times being so smart was troublesome but it did help now because he had his own business that allowed him to choose his own hours, it seemed that all his degrees did come in handy. He shrugged on the dark blue suit jacket and pulled up his hair, completing his ensemble. If this didn’t run over too long he would meet Naruto and the rest of their friends at the party and get to have some fun.
He looked at the suit clad man at the table across from him and felt a flash of annoyance even as he kept his face blank. The man had an outraged look on his face.
Shikamaru sighed, “Sir, you’ve come to me for help on how to keep your business from going under, for how to make a profit long term. I have given you advice, advice that will work even if you do not like it, if you do not wish to take it then that is your choice. But if that is your choice then we are done here since I have nothing left to tell you.”
“And what determines that you are correct?” the man shot back.
Shikamaru had had enough, if the man didn’t want to take his advice that was his problem, he got paid either way. He stood up.
“The master degrees I have in business, law, and accounting,” he said mildly, “Have a good night.”
When Shikamaru got to the party it was 11:30pm and he still had an annoyed look on his face. He went straight to the fridge and pulled out a beer before claiming an armchair for his own. Naruto came up to him, face concerned, “Are you alright?” he asked touching Shikamaru’s arm.
He nodded, “How’s the party so far?”
Naruto smiled, “I had to cook. They were making a mess of things.”
Shika smirked, “I’d imagine so, the kitchen is your specialty, beer is theirs.”
Naruto grinned and sat on the arm of his chair, Shikamaru took that time to examine him. Naruto was looking better, he didn’t look as haggard as before. His eyes weren’t as depressed and he was looking good, he was even starting to smile again but Shikamaru didn’t miss the bags under his eyes, it looked like he wasn’t getting enough sleep- he would have to do something about that. A smile flitted across his face when he remembered that he was the only one able to get Naruto to go to sleep when he couldn’t or didn’t want to since they were kids- cooking might be Naruto’s specialty but sleeping was his, well that and being smart.
He was glad Naruto wasn’t the type to waste away after a break up and stop eating because that would have been troublesome. It was also troublesome though, that Naruto suffered silently and that people generally didn’t notice because he was so good at hiding his feelings, and wouldn’t want to bother anyone with them. But the latter was the less troublesome of the two because Shikamaru had always been able to see Naruto and thus would always make sure that he could do something about it.
“Do you want to leave soon?” he asked Naruto, “It looks like things are wrapping up.”
Naruto stretched, the vertebrae along his spine cracking, and made a face, “Yeah, we can go soon.”
Everyone had settled down on some surface or another and someone had popped a movie in, everyone was watching it. Shikamaru downed the last of his beer and got up, recycling it when they got to the kitchen along with picking up a bottle of water before going back into the living room. He leaned against the wall beside his chair as someone had taken it as soon as it got vacated.
“Did you drive here or bum a ride?” he asked.
Naruto shook his head, “I drove.”
Shikamaru nodded, “Have you been drinking a lot? Do you want to catch a ride back with me and I can drop you off to pick it up tomorrow or do you want to follow me?”
“I haven’t drank that much but I’ll ride with you. I don’t feel like driving. If you hadn’t shown up I probably would have stayed the night here.”
He opened the bottle of water and took a swig before looking at his watch, 12:15am, he had only been here for 45 minutes. Naruto took the water bottle from his hand and drank some, Shika raised an eyebrow, “There’s more in the kitchen you know.”
Naruto smiled, “I know, I just wanted to see your reaction to me drinking yours.”
“Have at it.”
They said their goodbyes and walked to the door after letting everyone know they’d be in touch later.
When they got home they separated.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Shikamaru said, heading for his room.
“Me too,” Naruto agreed.
It was 1:00am when Shikamaru got out, toweling his hair dry. He listened to see if Naruto was still in the bathroom but didn’t hear the shower running. It was time to do something about Naruto’s sleeping problem.
He knocked on the door to Naruto’s room, opening it when he didn’t get a response, he found Naruto on his bed staring at the ceiling.
“Are you ok?”
Naruto shrugged, “I’m fine.”
“You haven’t been sleeping.”
“So? How do you even notice these things?”
“I know you. Come on, you can sleep with me in my bed.”
“Who said I wanted to?” Naruto asked, miffed.
Shikamaru stared at him for a bit, “I wasn’t asking if you wanted to.”
Naruto sat up and crossed his arms, “I just need a bit of space to think. It’s been a hard week.”
“And I’ve given you that space, all of your friends have, and we’ll continue to give you more if you need it, if it would help. But it won’t help, it hasn’t been a hard week or anything like that, it’s simply been a bad break up. You’ve thought all week, you need sleep. Come on. I wouldn’t push if I didn’t care, if you won’t do it for you then do it for me.”
Naruto got off the bed and walked over to Shikamaru, “I hate it when you do that. Pull that this-will-help-me-too card. That’s manipulation.”
Whether or not he would actually like sleep was irrelevant, and he did want sleep.
Shikamaru shrugged, “Everybody manipulates or gets manipulated, don’t think I don’t see you do it too.”
Naruto’s cheeks pinked, “That’s different!”
The brunet raised a brow, brushing some of his hair back, “No, it’s not. Let’s go.”
Naruto pouted and got off the bed, following Shikamaru to his room.
Shika settled on the bed and looked up at Naruto, “Are you going to lay down anytime soon?”
He watched Naruto’s eyes turn dark and serious for a while before the blonde shook his head and climbed on the bed.
The Nara assessed the look in Naruto’s eyes for a bit longer before turning onto his side- you’d think that because of Naruto’s size he liked to sprawl but he actually liked to cuddle.
Naruto pressed himself tight against his back and buried his face in the nape of his neck, “You smell so good.”
Shikamaru felt his face flush at the words before the blonde’s hands wrapped around him. He stroked Naruto’s arms, long strokes from arm to wrist, for a few moments before closing his eyes and drifting off.
“Watch what you say around him, alright? He’s not with Sasuke and this break up seems to be sticking, he stressed. If he comes home more stressed out than he is now you won’t like what I’ll do to you. It took me forever to convince him to go in the first place. Maybe I’ll see you guys later at the party if I finish up fast.”
Shikamaru grunted as the voice on the other end of the phone gave their agreement and hung up.
Naruto had been moping since the break up and even though it had only been a week Shikamaru thought it was time for Naruto to spend some time around his friends. Naruto was in his element when he was surrounded by his friends - Naruto was in his element when surrounded by people. He had a way of changing those around him for the better or convincing them to see his point- well he seemed to have that effect on everyone but the guy he was on and off with for 8 years. Sometimes Shikamaru thought that if Naruto had gone into politics, like he was groomed to, that he would have taken over the world by now.
Shikamaru thought of everything that had been happening lately, his mind turning over numerous situations, and sighed. Everything was just so troublesome. He didn’t get enough sleep for all of this.
He got ready for his dinner date with the business man he was going to advise, he had taken to working at night so he could be there for Naruto in the mornings and evenings. At times being so smart was troublesome but it did help now because he had his own business that allowed him to choose his own hours, it seemed that all his degrees did come in handy. He shrugged on the dark blue suit jacket and pulled up his hair, completing his ensemble. If this didn’t run over too long he would meet Naruto and the rest of their friends at the party and get to have some fun.
He looked at the suit clad man at the table across from him and felt a flash of annoyance even as he kept his face blank. The man had an outraged look on his face.
Shikamaru sighed, “Sir, you’ve come to me for help on how to keep your business from going under, for how to make a profit long term. I have given you advice, advice that will work even if you do not like it, if you do not wish to take it then that is your choice. But if that is your choice then we are done here since I have nothing left to tell you.”
“And what determines that you are correct?” the man shot back.
Shikamaru had had enough, if the man didn’t want to take his advice that was his problem, he got paid either way. He stood up.
“The master degrees I have in business, law, and accounting,” he said mildly, “Have a good night.”
When Shikamaru got to the party it was 11:30pm and he still had an annoyed look on his face. He went straight to the fridge and pulled out a beer before claiming an armchair for his own. Naruto came up to him, face concerned, “Are you alright?” he asked touching Shikamaru’s arm.
He nodded, “How’s the party so far?”
Naruto smiled, “I had to cook. They were making a mess of things.”
Shika smirked, “I’d imagine so, the kitchen is your specialty, beer is theirs.”
Naruto grinned and sat on the arm of his chair, Shikamaru took that time to examine him. Naruto was looking better, he didn’t look as haggard as before. His eyes weren’t as depressed and he was looking good, he was even starting to smile again but Shikamaru didn’t miss the bags under his eyes, it looked like he wasn’t getting enough sleep- he would have to do something about that. A smile flitted across his face when he remembered that he was the only one able to get Naruto to go to sleep when he couldn’t or didn’t want to since they were kids- cooking might be Naruto’s specialty but sleeping was his, well that and being smart.
He was glad Naruto wasn’t the type to waste away after a break up and stop eating because that would have been troublesome. It was also troublesome though, that Naruto suffered silently and that people generally didn’t notice because he was so good at hiding his feelings, and wouldn’t want to bother anyone with them. But the latter was the less troublesome of the two because Shikamaru had always been able to see Naruto and thus would always make sure that he could do something about it.
“Do you want to leave soon?” he asked Naruto, “It looks like things are wrapping up.”
Naruto stretched, the vertebrae along his spine cracking, and made a face, “Yeah, we can go soon.”
Everyone had settled down on some surface or another and someone had popped a movie in, everyone was watching it. Shikamaru downed the last of his beer and got up, recycling it when they got to the kitchen along with picking up a bottle of water before going back into the living room. He leaned against the wall beside his chair as someone had taken it as soon as it got vacated.
“Did you drive here or bum a ride?” he asked.
Naruto shook his head, “I drove.”
Shikamaru nodded, “Have you been drinking a lot? Do you want to catch a ride back with me and I can drop you off to pick it up tomorrow or do you want to follow me?”
“I haven’t drank that much but I’ll ride with you. I don’t feel like driving. If you hadn’t shown up I probably would have stayed the night here.”
He opened the bottle of water and took a swig before looking at his watch, 12:15am, he had only been here for 45 minutes. Naruto took the water bottle from his hand and drank some, Shika raised an eyebrow, “There’s more in the kitchen you know.”
Naruto smiled, “I know, I just wanted to see your reaction to me drinking yours.”
“Have at it.”
They said their goodbyes and walked to the door after letting everyone know they’d be in touch later.
When they got home they separated.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Shikamaru said, heading for his room.
“Me too,” Naruto agreed.
It was 1:00am when Shikamaru got out, toweling his hair dry. He listened to see if Naruto was still in the bathroom but didn’t hear the shower running. It was time to do something about Naruto’s sleeping problem.
He knocked on the door to Naruto’s room, opening it when he didn’t get a response, he found Naruto on his bed staring at the ceiling.
“Are you ok?”
Naruto shrugged, “I’m fine.”
“You haven’t been sleeping.”
“So? How do you even notice these things?”
“I know you. Come on, you can sleep with me in my bed.”
“Who said I wanted to?” Naruto asked, miffed.
Shikamaru stared at him for a bit, “I wasn’t asking if you wanted to.”
Naruto sat up and crossed his arms, “I just need a bit of space to think. It’s been a hard week.”
“And I’ve given you that space, all of your friends have, and we’ll continue to give you more if you need it, if it would help. But it won’t help, it hasn’t been a hard week or anything like that, it’s simply been a bad break up. You’ve thought all week, you need sleep. Come on. I wouldn’t push if I didn’t care, if you won’t do it for you then do it for me.”
Naruto got off the bed and walked over to Shikamaru, “I hate it when you do that. Pull that this-will-help-me-too card. That’s manipulation.”
Whether or not he would actually like sleep was irrelevant, and he did want sleep.
Shikamaru shrugged, “Everybody manipulates or gets manipulated, don’t think I don’t see you do it too.”
Naruto’s cheeks pinked, “That’s different!”
The brunet raised a brow, brushing some of his hair back, “No, it’s not. Let’s go.”
Naruto pouted and got off the bed, following Shikamaru to his room.
Shika settled on the bed and looked up at Naruto, “Are you going to lay down anytime soon?”
He watched Naruto’s eyes turn dark and serious for a while before the blonde shook his head and climbed on the bed.
The Nara assessed the look in Naruto’s eyes for a bit longer before turning onto his side- you’d think that because of Naruto’s size he liked to sprawl but he actually liked to cuddle.
Naruto pressed himself tight against his back and buried his face in the nape of his neck, “You smell so good.”
Shikamaru felt his face flush at the words before the blonde’s hands wrapped around him. He stroked Naruto’s arms, long strokes from arm to wrist, for a few moments before closing his eyes and drifting off.