Almost Sucks

Almost Sucks
by Mashiro

Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara

first version: June 23rd 2006, Friday
second version: September 9th 2008, Tuesday

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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.

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26: Playground reactions

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Sasuke’s lungs burned, as they should. His muscles protested, as they should, and his heart hammered in his chest. He turned the corner and spotted their gym teacher, a middle-aged woman dressed in a shiny red tracksuit, stopwatch in hand. She looked excited. Sasuke increased his speed and tried his best to ignore the gathering of fans that had gathered to cheer near the goal; and cheer they did. Yes, sometimes Naruto’s loudness grated on Sasuke’s nerves, but compared to this the blond’s voice was a smooth, low and vibrating cat’s purr. Speeding up even more for the last paces, Sasuke went past the teacher, the stopwatch beeping in his ear as he crossed the finish line. Gym teacher threw a fist in the air and cheered.

“Fabulous run, Uchiha!” she shouted happily. “I knew you could do better!”

Sasuke panted, hands on his knees. He’d known he could do better too.

Every other Thursday, their gym teacher had the class run a course through the neighborhood, clocking them to see how they improved. Sasuke hadn’t put much effort into the runs before, even though he liked running; but today, now, he had reasons to finish the run fast.

“This is a very good time,” gym teacher said excitedly. “Really, very good. I think you could...”

“Can I go?” Sasuke asked, interrupting. “I’m in a hurry.”

“Oh,” the woman looked disappointed. “Sure, okay. We can talk about that next week. Again, great run.”

“Thanks,” Sasuke said and forced his legs into motion again. He wiped off his forehead with a sleeve.

The girls repeated what the gym teacher had said as Sasuke passed them, with some added compliments. He muttered a ‘thanks’, trying not to look at anyone in particular. He heard the angry pushing, elbowing and hissing behind him and couldn’t help but wonder what their reaction might be if they found out who Sasuke had been trading saliva with over the past few weeks. Naruto still was the least favorite guy in school for many Sasuke fans, but for slightly different reasons now. Before they had disliked him because Sasuke disliked him and now they disliked him because Sasuke didn’t. Sometimes Sasuke was so glad he was gay.

He pulled open the doors to the locker room building and threw a glance toward the finish line, spotting some of his classmates running toward the goal. He didn’t see Naruto though, fortunately; though it was no surprise. The blond hadn’t been one of the faster runners, Sasuke had noticed. He had noticed because even when he hadn’t put any effort into the running, it had felt important to keep track of the blond and make sure he finished before him.

Once in the locker room Sasuke pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it on his bag; he did the same with his other articles of clothing and fished out a towel and the bottle of body wash, before making his way to the showers. He ignored the shampoo, desperately didn’t want to still be there when Naruto showed up.

Even though he knew it couldn’t be Naruto already, Sasuke flinched when the door to the locker room opened. And even though he tried not to, his being sighed with relief when he recognized the voices of the guys that he had seen before he went inside. They came into the showers a while later, when Sasuke was rinsing lather of his skin, a red-head and a blond; though not as red-haired as Gaara and not as brightly blond as Naruto.

“Hey, Uchiha,” the blond said and laughed. “Man, I could kill for those legs of yours. The teacher showed us your time, she was so excited. Talked about signing you up for the regional races.”

“We didn’t have a chance, the rest of us,” the redhead said. “We’re usually in first, but... I knew you were just faking those other times.”

“Regional races?” Sasuke frowned, then his water shut off and he had to press the button for more.

“Yeah! You’d have to train, of course, but you’re good. She said you might even have a chance to win.”

“I’m not interested,” Sasuke said when the water shut off again; he dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around his hips. He heard the door to the changing room open again and tried not to worry; at least he was done in the shower.

“Pity,” the blond said and looked annoyed; annoyed as in ‘I would have done anything to run there and you’re not interested?’ “You would have had a good chance.”

Then the redhead laughed.

“What’s that?” he pointed and Sasuke felt his cheeks heat up as he realized what it had to be. He picked up his things and tried to look casual.

“What does it look like?”

“What’s what?” he heard the blond ask.

“Uchiha’s got a love bite on his throat. It’s the size of my palm!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I swear!”

“It’s not the size of a fucking palm,” Sasuke shouted over his shoulder, frustrated because of course it wasn’t. It was normal sized. The new guys that had come in looked interested and Sasuke glared at them as he left the showers.

“I can’t see it,” the blond complained. “Turn around!”

“Fuck you.”

“Uchiha’s got a girlfriend?” the blond asked his friend and Sasuke tried not to listen, tried to get his clothes on before Naruto showed. Oh, he hoped Naruto wouldn’t show now, the guy would definitely blush if he heard this. No matter how daring he was when doing the things, he would get embarrassed if he heard their classmates talk about it. He should have finished running by now and could be there any second.

“What do you think?” the redhead sounded annoyed. “Every girl in the whole school is in love with him, of course he’s got a girlfriend!”

“Yeah, I suppose… But I’ve heard nothing about it...” The blond sounded like he was pouting. “Just that rumor... Hey, is that rumor true, Uchiha? Do you have a girlfriend? Who is it?”

Sasuke sighed and said nothing. He pulled on his last article of clothing and finished packing his bag.

“Come on!”

“Just leave him alone,” the redhead muttered, annoyed, sighing too. “He’s not interested.”

Sasuke threw his bag on his shoulder, his jacket on his arm and left with a muttered ‘bye’. He heard some random replies before the door closed; then he saw Naruto and stopped. The blond was standing in the corridor, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. When he saw Sasuke he blushed and smiled slightly, pushing off the wall.

“Your hair is wet,” he said softly, then he snorted half a giggle and his gaze fell to the floor. When he looked up again he was gnawing at his lower lip. “I couldn’t change and shower when you were there. I’d get all… You know. It’d be weird. So I waited.”

Sasuke huffed and felt his cheeks warm again, looked to the wall and back. Naruto’s breathing could be heard, even from a distance, and it was faster than it normally was. From the running.

“Did you wait long?”

“Nah,” Naruto said and came closer. He was oddly relaxed. “You ran fast. Our teacher was telling everyone how you should be in the regional races.”

“She’s stupid,” Sasuke said, maybe somewhat harshly. “I’m not interested.”

Naruto smiled.

“I told her you weren’t.”

“You did?” Sasuke raised a brow and quickly scanned the corridor when Naruto’s hand reached out toward him. No one was there so he let the fingers pull softly on the end of his bangs.

“Yeah,” Naruto said, distracted, his eyes on his fingers and what they were doing. They dropped the strands and moved closer to Sasuke’s face, but then steps and a ‘bye’ were heard from inside the changing room. Naruto’s hand pulled back and he stepped back; Sasuke took some steps away from the door and the moment after it opened. It was the redhead. He gave a small smile and lifted a hand.

“See you, guys.”

“Yeah! Bye!” Naruto said, while Sasuke didn’t say anything. When the boy was out of sight, the blond rolled his eyes and smiled. He had stuck his hands in his pockets. Even his gym clothes were orange, though now he wore only half of it; the t-shirt was black.

“You’ll wait for me, right? I’ll hurry.”

“Yeah,” Sasuke said. “I need a smoke.”

“You should quit that, you’re gonna get sick.”

“Whatever,” Sasuke sighed and then he walked away. Naruto stayed where he was and watched until Sasuke had turned the corner and was out of sight; Sasuke could feel it. They met up again at the bus stop and waited as they always did, side by side and swallowed by the rest of the crowd.

Sasuke had realized that there were different things running through his mind now. He paid attention to things he usually ignored and he noticed things that he hadn’t before. He found himself listening to what the girls around them said. They talked about guys, about parties they had been to and what they should wear for the next one. Some whispered about him, thinking he wouldn’t hear; saying how gorgeous he was, how he must be the perfect boyfriend and how they hoped that rumor about him having a girlfriend was wrong.

For some reason, around the same time as he got together with Naruto, rumors started spreading that Sasuke had a girlfriend. They couldn’t know, the ones having started those rumors; no one knew about Naruto. Unless it was stupid Gaara, Sasuke was sure Naruto had told him, but then it wouldn’t matter anyway. It had to be Gaara or a coincidence, but Sasuke still wondered. Did he look different now? Did it show? That he was taken? Was he actually, really taken now? It was still hard to fully comprehend.

Sasuke noticed Naruto in a whole new way. He noticed when he moved and when he had been standing still too long; when he looked around, stretched his arms, tapped his toes on the asphalt, sighed, muttered nothings to himself, when he laughed. Sometimes when Naruto was talking to him, Sasuke got so lost in what the blond did that he didn’t hear what he said; not until Naruto frowned and said ‘hey?’ did Sasuke snap out of his watching.

And it wasn’t just on the inside. Sasuke hadn’t thought about what the things that was happening with Naruto would do to life in school or life in general, but there were changes everywhere; small things and bigger things. They couldn’t reach out for each other like they did when they were alone and had to watch what they said; they couldn’t shower at the same time after PE. It was bigger than Sasuke had thought it would be, this dating thing.

So things were the same and they did the same things, but not exactly. They stood waiting for the bus as they should, but when it came and Sasuke walked to get on, Naruto dragged his fingers gently along the palm of Sasuke’s hand and Sasuke closed his hand slightly to drag along the fingers, just for a moment. And when they were seated, Sasuke next to the window and Naruto beside him, under the cover of jackets their fingers touched and Sasuke knew, even though he looked out the window, that he was being watched.

That day when the bus slowed down and stopped by the grocery store, Naruto suddenly stood.

“Ah! Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, and grabbing his things with one hand and Sasuke’s hand with the other, he pulled them out into the aisle. “Come on, Sasuke!”

Sasuke barely had time to grab his bags, let alone scowl.

“What are you doing?” he growled, almost stumbling as they got down the stairs, his hand firmly held captive by Naruto’s.

“I just remembered something,” Naruto said as the small gathering of students having left the bus scattered and the doors closed with a hiss behind them. “I’ve thought about it, but then I’ve forgotten. Remembered again, forgotten again. I never thought I’d get the chance, but now I remember and we’re almost there!”

Naruto was still walking, not letting Sasuke’s hand go. Sasuke sighed, grabbed onto Naruto’s hand and pulled them both to a quick stop. The blond yelped and almost lost his balance.

“Oww,” he whined, and grabbed his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Sasuke glared. “Don’t drag me. And tell me where we’re going.”

“It’s not far,” Naruto said, getting enthusiastic again. “Just behind those houses. You’ll like it, I promise!”

He made a grab for Sasuke’s hand but Sasuke held it out of reach.

“No,” he narrowed his eyes. “Where are we going?”

Naruto sighed and threw his arms up in an overdramatic gesture.

“You are so unromantic! Don’t surprises mean anything to you?”

“It’s not like you planned anything,” Sasuke said. “You said you just remembered.”

“I have planned it! I just forgot!”

Sasuke sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked away, toward the store where they had gone shopping that day when Naruto decided to change things. The glass doors opened and out walked the mat shaking neighbor woman, carrying two grocery bags and glaring when she saw Sasuke.

“Fine,” Sasuke muttered. “We’ll go. But you’re not dragging me.”

“Fine, come on,” Naruto muttered, crossed his arms over his chest and started marching. “And I wasn’t dragging you, I was holding your hand.”

He turned and spelled the rest out slowly with a scowl.

“Being romantic.”

Sasuke sighed and followed. Was he fifteen or six? Sometimes Sasuke wondered. It turned out to be an interesting thought actually, Sasuke realized when Naruto stopped some minutes later in front of a playground and threw out his hands with a ‘tadaa!’; turning and grinning toward Sasuke, bad mood apparently lost somewhere during the walk.

“We’re here!”

It was a large sandpit boxed in with low, well-trimmed bushes; there were a couple of swings, a playground construction with a little house, ropes, nets, bars and a slide and table with benches for the parents on the side. Sasuke realized this was where he’d taken a nap that Thursday after school when Naruto went to Lee’s contest and turned fifteen. He also realized that that was exactly three weeks ago.

“Aw, don’t give me that look,” Naruto said without losing the grin. This time Sasuke let him catch his hand when he reached for it and followed when he walked over the sand toward the construction in the middle. The hand around his was warm and Naruto wasn’t dragging this time.

“What look?” Sasuke asked. “The ‘why the hell are we here?’ look?”

“Yeah!” Naruto laughed. “That one. I have good reasons.”

“You do?”

“Yeah! You know, I used to play here when I was a kid, with Lee or Iruka or both. I loved the swings the most. Lee and I used to see who could go the highest and drove Iruka crazy.”

For some reason Sasuke wasn’t at all surprised.

They reached the child-adapted entrance to the playground house and Naruto crouched down in the sand, then without letting go of Sasuke’s hand, he crawled inside. Sasuke did not follow.

“I am not going in there.”

“Come on...” Naruto tugged at Sasuke’s hand. “Just get in here.”

Sasuke felt his cheeks warm because Naruto’s voice had taken on that tone and it became suddenly very clear what the blond wanted to do in there. Sasuke crouched down and found Naruto sitting in the sand with his legs crossed. His eyes were glimmering and something in them told Sasuke getting in there might not be too bad at all.

“On a playground?” Sasuke raised a brow. “Where the five year olds play house?”

“Yeah,” Naruto muttered, but at least he had the decency to blush.

“Is there even room to turn in there?”

“What, you wanna do gymnastics? There’s enough room, come on already!”

Sasuke went with the pull on his hand this time and crawled half-way inside.

“What about the sand?”

“Come on!”

Naruto pulled him in the rest of the way and ended up with Sasuke mostly in his lap. Then they shifted, moved and struggled in this direction and that, for a long time; legs and arms and feet ended up outside, got stuck or awkwardly squeezed in somewhere.

When they were finally both inside the playground house and somewhat comfortable, Naruto was lying in the sand with the top of his head pressed to the wall, his legs bent at the knee and slightly spread so that his feet could push up against the sides of the opening. If Sasuke sat down he would land on Naruto’s crotch, so he didn’t. His knees and legs were pressed against the blond’s sides and he was leaning over to watch the blue eyes. He had no idea how close the ceiling was but could have sworn he felt it tickle the ends of his hair.

So, Naruto was a space optimist. Go figure. Good to know. And he had a playground kink. Was that good to know? Had that been expected? Sasuke didn’t have time to think about it because the blond laughed; a low, murmured laugh.

“See?”

“This doesn’t count as enough room,” Sasuke muttered.

“Come on. We’re both in here, aren’t we?”

“Barely.”

“I like the smell of your hair,” Naruto mumbled, blushing. “It’s still wet.”

“I didn’t wash it,” Sasuke said.

“I like the smell anyway.”

Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s neck and pulled his head down for a kiss with tongue and eager lips. The confined place made their breathing afterwards sound even louder.

“I miss this in school,” Naruto breathed, his mouth having ended up close to Sasuke’s ear. “I want to kiss you all the time.”

His hands wandered from around Sasuke’s neck; went to open his jacket and snuck inside, trailing along Sasuke’s shirt and sending good shivers along the skin, between Sasuke’s legs. Sasuke closed his eyes and breathed out raggedly against Naruto’s neck. Lips found Sasuke’s ear and started nibbling. Sasuke’s hands gripped the sleeves of the colorful jacket as Naruto’s hands slipped under the shirt and touched Sasuke’s skin directly. Soon their faces shifted and they were kissing again.

Three weeks had passed and they had reached the serious touching under clothes above the waist stage. Finally. When Sasuke had been in the city partying it had taken three minutes or so to get there with his make out partners. There was something definitely different with this.

It was understandable, of course; Naruto had never done this before. To him it was new, it was scary and exciting and that showed. He hesitated sometimes with new things, took more time to get further and paid attention to things an experienced guy wouldn’t even notice. It was clearly also frustrating to him that Sasuke had been there so many times before and knew what they were doing. They never talked about it, but it was obvious. Naruto would have preferred a make out virgin.

What was not nearly as understandable, and probably not nearly as obvious to Naruto as Naruto’s inexperience was to Sasuke, was Sasuke’s nerves. Despite having done and had done to him these same things countless of times, Sasuke was nervous. He liked what they were doing, definitely, just like Naruto did, but his stomach swirled way too much for simple touching under his shirt.

Sasuke told himself it was just because Naruto was moving in a pace that Sasuke wasn’t used to. Sasuke knew what was coming, but never when because Naruto took longer to get there; expectations were built up, Sasuke had time to think about things so that once Naruto arrived he was all nervous and overreacting.

Sometimes Sasuke mentally cursed the blond for making him overreact and wished he could just get it over with or at least hurry up. More often though, strangely, Sasuke was happy for the change. This was different from all those party make out sessions and shouldn’t feel the same.

He couldn’t escape however that there was something else that contributed to his nervousness, and that was the things he hadn’t done yet; the stuff he knew nothing about. While Sasuke had much experience at making out, he hadn’t really gone much further than that. He didn’t really know why. He was sure that a lot of the guys he’d made out with had gone further before and wouldn’t have minded going further with him, but... It wasn’t like he had any stupid, sentimental ‘want the first time to be special’ notions, he’d just... He just hadn’t felt like it. It had felt like crossing a line that shouldn’t be there but was there anyway and he hadn’t wanted to. He had always lost the interest and left if the make out partners asked him to join them in some more secluded part of the party.

Him and Neji had planned to do it, to go further, at the end of their relationship experiment week. ‘Why not?’ they had said and decided. Neji was a year older than Sasuke but they were at the same experience level; it had felt like a good idea. It hadn’t been planned as the end of the experiment, but that was how it had turned out.

It hadn’t worked at all. They had planned to go all the way, as in all, all the way, but at the end of foreplay they’d just been sitting horribly embarrassed, horribly inexperienced, horribly naked and unable to look at each other. They had settled for almost some of the way and jerked each other off, a first that too, albeit a smaller one; then they had gone to rent a movie and called off their relationship experiment.

But this with Naruto was not an experiment, it was not something Sasuke could just call off; or, well, he could, but he didn’t want to. And that meant that eventually they would start to go further, beyond ‘above the waist’, beyond jerking each other off too, and there was only one place they could end up. All-the-way sex.

It felt like experience was a railroad and Sasuke stood waiting many stations ahead of Naruto. Naruto was on the train and it was slow, but steadily moving. Sasuke was waiting for it.

But he had this scary feeling that what if when the train came, he didn’t want to get on it. Naruto would be standing by the doors when they opened and hold out his hand and grin and yell at Sasuke to get on already so they could occupy one of the toilets and go further. Could Sasuke just say he didn’t want to? What would his pride say about that? And if his pride let him say it, would Naruto get off the train and wait with Sasuke for the next one? What if Sasuke didn’t want to get on that one either? Would Naruto eventually tire and get on the train alone?

Sasuke wondered how much Naruto thought about sex and going further. He thought about it, of course, he was a teenager, it came with the age. But there was a difference between just thinking about it and thinking about actually doing it. Did Naruto think about actually doing it? Did he think ‘should we do it?’ or ‘when should we do it?’

No. Come on! It had taken the guy three weeks to get under Sasuke’s shirt, it would be Christmas before Naruto’s hands was in Sasuke’s underwear. Right?

Naruto chose that moment to run his thumbs over Sasuke’s nipples and Sasuke inhaled and opened his eyes. Turning his head Sasuke saw the corners of the play house and the slices of world between wall and actual corner. It was much darker in here than on the outside and sand stuck to the walls.

“They’re getting hard,” Naruto breathed, his thumbs still circling and rubbing against the nipples that had indeed hardened.

“Yeah,” Sasuke closed his eyes again and swallowed. “Just like last time.”

Naruto’s mouth was so close to Sasuke’s ear that he could hear the smile.

“It’s so cool.”

Sasuke’s nipples were Naruto’s newest discovery. When he found new things he could work with while making out, Naruto seemed to want to pay a lot of attention to those things. Maybe it was natural, but to Sasuke it was bordering on weird really. He hadn’t thought about details like that before and Naruto’s fascination seemed a bit over-... something. He touched and tasted with fingers and mouth, studied and experimented and did things that Sasuke or anyone else besides Naruto could never have thought of. There was definitely a very curious and creative six year old somewhere in his brain.

Sasuke wasn’t really complaining, the exploration felt good; but sometimes it felt too good and Sasuke got lost in Naruto’s unusual, creative and unpredictable ministrations mingling with his own overreaction. This was one of the “problems” with Naruto’s creative ministrations; Sasuke got so caught up in experiencing them that he forgot about giving some back for Naruto to experience. They could go through an entire make out session and Sasuke would realize at the end that he’d basically just been there, kissing back when he was kissed and squeezing Naruto’s shirt sleeves but not much more than that. It was like Naruto was making out with a make out virgin, only he wasn’t!

“It’s completely normal,” Sasuke said but the last word melted into a whine as Naruto pinched. “Don’t overdo it.”

Naruto snickered.

“I never overdo it. Come on, don’t you think it’s cool?”

Sasuke had planned to act then while the exchange of words was fresh and had him back with his senses somewhat; before the blond could pull him under again. He wanted to act instead of react and take back some of the initiative. He would sit up, press the considerable hardness between his legs against Naruto’s crotch while looking the blond in the eyes with the most teasing, initiative-taking look he could think of and say something incredibly cheesy and porn movie-ish like ‘I like when this gets hard better’. Sasuke wouldn’t be able to think about it for weeks without groaning in embarrassment, but Naruto would fall like a sawed-through tree and lose his momentum and that was almost all that mattered. Victory.

Only Sasuke had forgotten where he was and why he couldn’t do anything about his legs cramping, so his brave move was painfully interrupted as he shifted up and banged his head hard on the ceiling. He grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut but it did nothing to get rid of the stars.

“Ooh...” Naruto’s voice was a mix of worry, amusement and fear. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck!” Sasuke hissed. He felt Naruto shift beneath him and hands come up to hold his head. He tried to slap them away. “This was a fucking moronic idea.”

“Sorry,” Naruto said softly, his lips finding their way to Sasuke’s forehead. “I should have been on top.”

“It’s fine,” Sasuke snarled. “Fuck...”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“I’m fine,” Sasuke grumbled. A few more kisses were pressed to his forehead, then he opened his eyes and Naruto’s came into view and they sparkled with concern.

“I can be on top,” he offered. Then, before Sasuke could protest and with some magical assistance surely, he flipped them both around, setting Sasuke with his back against the sand. There shouldn’t be enough room for that, Sasuke vaguely noted, but didn’t think much more about it because Naruto pressed their lips together again.

Sasuke’s legs were spread and Naruto was on his knees between them. He had adopted Sasuke’s idea about crotch contact, hardness pressing breathstealingly against hardness.

“I’ll make it better,” the blond said when their mouths parted, the words breathed against Sasuke’s wet lips.

And so Sasuke was whisked off again; by lips and tongue and hands with fingers and a pressing hard-on against his own. There wasn’t a trace of hesitation in Naruto’s kisses these days, he saved that for the new stuff. The stuff he had already practiced on he did with so much passion and self-confidence that you might think he’d been doing it for years.

Sasuke felt. He felt his skin sticky with sweat, despite the chill in the air and the cold sand pressing against his back, bare when Naruto pushed up his shirt to make touching the skin easier. Sasuke felt the sand make its way into his clothes. He felt Naruto on his skin. His fingers and palms and nails and tongue and lips and they made trails, painted tracks and placed marks; in his hair, on his scalp, over his ears, on his neck, around his nipples, tickling his stomach.

Naruto’s fingers intertwined with Sasuke’s and reminded him that they were doing nothing. Sasuke’s fingers and hands were doing nothing, just twitching as he inhaled sharply, whined, moaned or tensed his muscles.

He had this small voice whispering in the back of his head, telling him to do something. ‘You’re not doing anything!’ it complained but every time Sasuke had decided to listen to it and do something, Naruto came up with some other creative move that blew his decision away. He made sounds, that was what he did. He made sounds and tensed and relaxed, closed his eyes and opened them, and wished he had more experience with creative and unconventional make out partners. He felt like a virgin at this. He acted like a virgin at this. That little voice told Sasuke that he was a push-over and he agreed. But there was no time for acting; he barely had time to react.

Sasuke’s hard-on was throbbing. The pleasure was literally painful. Screw waiting until Christmas, if Naruto didn’t shove his hand down Sasuke’s pants soon Sasuke would do it for him. Eventually that need would outgrow Naruto’s ability to turn Sasuke into a puddle of reacting goo. But wasn’t that blond a mystery? He was just as hard as Sasuke and still taking his time with nipples. Sasuke had heard guys brag about their stamina but this was ridiculous.

When the kids showed up Sasuke wanted to scream. At least at first. Then his sense of decency and privacy pulled him away from both arousal and reacting and he pulled Naruto’s mouth away from his collarbone.

“What?” the blond panted, annoyed, face flushed and forehead shining with sweat. Sasuke put a hand over his mouth, glared and tried to get his point across by pointing with his head. Naruto seemed to get it, looking in the direction of the street.

“Maybe they’re going somewhere else?” he whispered after having taken Sasuke’s hand off his mouth. “The store is over there, they could be…”

But they weren’t. The loud voices and laughter turned the wrong way and became louder. Soon the swings started creaking. Naruto groaned and let his head fall down on Sasuke’s chest. Even though he had wanted to be touched by Naruto or himself (or anyone really) so badly that it hurt only moments earlier, Sasuke found his arms wrapping around the blond mop of hair instead of screaming. Both of them were panting hard, their chests heaved. Sasuke found that the ceiling had been painted with sand as well. Stupid kids. Didn’t they have rooms and toys? A life?

But Sasuke’s arms were gentle around Naruto’s head and his hands were soft, sliding fingers through the hair and fingering the ends. His legs were still spread, Naruto rested between them and they were both still hard. It would be some time before they could leave if they wanted to do so without embarrassing themselves. Maybe the kids would go first.

“You know?” Naruto whispered. “When we were kids, Lee and I made this bet about who would get to make out in here first. We were really small, so I don’t think we even knew what it meant, making out, but we bet. Lee forgot about it though, and ever since he started going out with Gaara I’ve been hoping he wouldn’t remember it again.”

“That’s why you dragged me here?” Sasuke whispered. “To win a bet?”

Naruto raised himself up on his arms and looked down at Sasuke.

“No. I dragged you here because I wanted to make out with you. I remembered the bet and it felt like a good excuse.”

He grinned.

“I told you. I want to kiss you all the time.”

Sasuke huffed and pressed Naruto down again, pressing his head back against Sasuke’s skin.

“So what have you won?” he grumbled.

Sasuke could feel Naruto’s smile on his stomach.

“I have no idea.”

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