Two Hands Are Better Than One

Title: Two Hands Are Better Than One
Author: Sparticus_Sun5705
Summary: Unwilling to back down from Naruto's challenge, can Sasuke take what Naruto has in store for him?
Rating: R
Pairing: NaruSasuNaru
Feedback: Greatly appreciated!
Beta: None
A/N: Just to let all of you know, this chapter contains lime. And I would just like to say that it's probably not the best. I've never really written anything like this before, so you be the judge. It could be absolute crap.
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto.


Chapter Three: Rub a Dub, Two Men in a Tub
(This is still the same day.)


Naruto had come to many important decisions in his lifetime over a steaming bowl of ramen. Ichiraku, the infamous ramen stand that Naruto frequented at least six times a week, had always left the blond boy feeling at ease. Whether it was the eternally-cheerful man and woman team behind the counter (always ready with an extra helping for their favorite patron) or the fond memories of meals shared with Iruka at that very same place, Naruto could always count on a piping hot bowl of his favorite dish to free his mind of the clutter that was his daily life.

However, on this particular night, and by his fifth bowl, Naruto didn't feel any calmer than when he had first sat down. The ramen was as delicious as always, the owner was as cheerful as ever (he’d even given Naruto three extra helpings tonight), but something was off. Naruto just wasn’t in the mood to enjoy his ramen. And that, in and of itself, was like committing sacrilege. Even the ramen stand owner could tell that something was bothering his most frequent customer. So instead of their usual good-natured small talk, he left the young man alone to eat his dinner in peace and work out whatever problems were troubling him.

But he couldn’t just work out this problem. Oh, no. His problem couldn’t be solved with a few apologetic words or some such meaningless, simple act. Sasuke, the current cause of his woe, wouldn’t allow for that. He’d probably imbed a few well-aimed kunai to the blond’s heart if he tried to feed him bullshit like that. But Naruto had no intention of apologizing for what he’d done. He knew he had acted reckless and crazy, but for once, his impulsive nature had led to some very interesting results. He’d be damned if he’d feel ashamed for how he had acted. He didn’t regret anything he’d done.

But that wasn’t what was bothering him. He was unsure of Sasuke’s reaction. He would be leaving tomorrow on a mission, so Naruto wouldn’t even be able to see him for at least a few weeks. Sure, he could go see him before he left, but…

…he just couldn’t face him right now. Not after how he had left him. Sasuke probably hated him. But Naruto could deal with that. He didn’t know how he’d deal if Sasuke came back and pretended like nothing had happened.

Slamming his fist down on the counter, Naruto exclaimed, “I won’t let him!!! It happened, dammit!!!” Noticing the concerned stares he was getting from behind the counter, he quickly plastered a cheeky grin on his face to cover up his distress. Jumping down from his stool, he pulled out enough money to cover his bill and laid it beside his empty bowls. Bidding the owner and his coworker a quick "bye", he headed out into the dark streets of his village.

Clasping his hands behind his head in his trademark stance, Naruto strolled down the streets of Konoha at a leisurely pace. He didn’t like the idea of going back home to an empty apartment, especially with his thoughts plagued by a certain raven-haired man. In fact, the longer he allowed his thoughts to stray to his teammate, the more anxious and excitable he became. The encounter with Sasuke earlier in the day had left him hot, horny, and frustrated like he’d never been before. Naruto felt like he was burning from the inside out. He was filled with a longing that, until that afternoon, he hadn’t even realized he could possess—at least, not for another man. Naruto had been taken aback by his intense reaction to the Uchiha, but he had never planned to act on it. But somehow his body had a mind of its own, and before Naruto knew what had happened, he had already cornered Sasuke in the shower.

Shaking his head to clear the images out of his mind, one picture always remained. It was the one he knew that on his darkest and loneliest nights he would always remember. It was burned into his mind, trapped forever to haunt him. He had always known the Uchiha was beautiful, but the sight of an aroused Sasuke, rosy cheeks and parted lips panting Naruto’s name, had been a whole new experience for the blond man. His friend, the stubborn, snotty, cold-hearted bastard had been…breathtaking.

And the knowledge that out of all the people who sought Sasuke’s affections that it had been Naruto, dead last, stupid, idiotic Naruto, that was allowed to touch the Uchiha so intimately sent a thrill down the blond’s spine. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t dispel the images from his mind. Even now, as he walked home from Ichiraku, his mind had wandered back to a few hours earlier. Naruto knew it was futile to try to fight it. So instead of trying to dispel the memories, he let them wash over his senses.


* * * * *

Nothing could be heard from the bathroom of Uchiha Sasuke except for the steady hum of running water from the shower. Two bodies stood on each end, one transfixed on the act of washing himself (and trying to ignore the other who was only a foot away) and the other smirked knowingly…

Then Naruto’s voice broke the stillness. “Hey, bastard. Why you so quiet down there?”

“Is it necessary to converse while washing oneself, especially since most people do this kind of thing alone?”

“Yeah, but you’re not alone, so the least you could do is try to be nice, ice queen.”

Trying to block out the idiot behind him and will his stubborn hard-on to recede, Sasuke closed his eyes and tilted his head under the tap. Suds coated his entire head as the shampoo rinsed itself out of his raven hair. Foam trickled its way down his face and into his ears, muting his hearing. But Sasuke didn’t mind. If he couldn’t hear the stupid blond behind him, who was humming some idiotic tune, then he could pretend he wasn’t there. Sasuke let his thoughts drift away, his mind becoming one empty vessel. It held nothing. No thoughts, no feelings, just stillness and utter calm.

“Hey, Sasuke!!! Would you quit hogging all the fuckin' water?! I gotta' rinse off too, ya know?”

Startled out of his reverie, and forgetting about his now slackened hard-on, Sasuke grit his teeth and spun around to face his annoying teammate.

“What is your fuckin' deal Uzumaki? First you drag me out today at the crack of dawn to spar, and then when I’m tired and exhausted from that, you drag me back here and demand I strip. Oh, and did I mention that I’m now standing in a goddamn shower with you of all people? And OF COURSE you won’t even give me a moment of peace. You have to constantly be yapping!”

After his unusually long and mouthy diatribe, Sasuke realized he was getting a headache. Closing his eyes and pinching the ache between his eyes, he leaned back against the wet tile trying to calm his rapid heart rate. No matter what he did or said, Naruto always managed to piss him off. Any minute now he’d be yelling at Sasuke, calling him a bastard and what not and probably spewing some such nonsense about how dare he yell at the future Hokage. But…nothing happened.

Only the sound of water running met his ears. Perplexed, Sasuke opened his eyes, only to be greeted by an odd sight—Naruto was smirking at him. At him! The stupid idiot had the gall to look at him like that—as if Sasuke was the one who was acting like a fool.

Prepared to remind Naruto just whose house they were at, and to politely request he take his leave (and never bother coming back), he was stopped cold before any words managed to come out when he noticed Naruto approaching him.

Cocky grin firmly in place, Naruto slowly advanced on his teammate. The combination of the heat from the shower, the too-close proximity to the blond, and the expression on his face that hinted at something Sasuke couldn’t quite discern, all left the raven-haired man filled with a sense of dread.

The closer he got, the more uneasy Sasuke became. He didn’t like that look on his face. He looked like a man possessed…a man after something. There was a dangerous glint in his vibrant blue eyes…a look so foreign, so completely unnatural on the good-natured blond. Sasuke had never had Naruto look at him that way. It was highly unnerving. And yet, being held captive by that intense gaze was oddly thrilling. A shiver rushed down Sasuke’s spine when Naruto was so close he could feel his hot breath across his face.

A single breathy whisper slipped out. “…Sasuke…”

The blond had now stopped in front of the other man, leaving only the barest minimum of space between their bodies. He lazily twirled a dark lock of the Uchiha’s hair between his tan fingers, never once letting Sasuke’s uneasy black orbs leave his gaze. His cerulean eyes were searching, but for what Sasuke didn’t know. But he’d be damned if he’d let Naruto mess with him like this. He didn’t know what he was planning, but Sasuke wouldn’t let it happen. Steeling his nerves and trying to forget that the object of his fantasies was now currently trapping him inside his own shower with his very hot and very naked body, Sasuke grit out, “Naruto, what the fuck are you doing?”

But instead of answering, Naruto simply let go of the lock of dark hair he had been playing with and let his hand caress a pale cheek.

“Did you know, Sasuke, I’ve always wondered how you stay so pale?” The man being addressed could only see blond locks as Naruto dipped his head and began nuzzling Sasuke’s neck. The Uchiha tried to jerk his head in the opposite direction, but a firm grip from a tan hand kept him in place. And oh, wow. It was strange, but the sensations created from the light brushing of Naruto's lips ghosting his skin was hot…so fuckin’ unbelievably hot. How did he go one minute from yelling at Naruto to then have Naruto pressing him against the shower wall? It was surreal. But as much as he wanted to ignore his body’s reactions the other was igniting, Sasuke couldn’t suppress a low moan that escaped when Naruto began nipping at his throat. He traced a slow trail from Sasuke’s left ear, to the hollow of his pale throat and back again, licking and sucking the whole way.

Sasuke couldn’t stay like this and let Naruto keep licking him the way he was. What happened to his loud-mouthed friend? Naruto was licking him for God’s sake! Uchiha Sasuke was getting molested by his one and only friend. He had to stop it before he lost every ounce of willpower he had. If Naruto kept up his hot trail of soft kisses and hard sucks along his neck, Sasuke wouldn’t think twice about bending the blond over and fucking him senseless.

No! He couldn’t let Naruto have the upper hand. He had to do something to stop him. Doing the only thing he could think of, Sasuke made to shove the blond off him with a hard push to his shoulders, but Naruto, anticipating the move, stopped his ministrations to the now-red neck and captured the wayward hands. Holding them captive above the Uchiha’s head, Naruto leaned down to whisper in Sasuke’s ear.

“Do you know how incredibly hot you are right now? I love when you get rough with me.” He was practically purring, his mouth now attacking the right side of the pale neck.

“W-What? N-Naruto…please…! Stop…stop it. You can’t do this…” His last sentence ended with a sharp intake of breath as Naruto took one of his own hands away from Sasuke’s wrists (still held above his head by the other hand) and began lightly rubbing a pink nipple. “Please…oh!” He was gasping now.

“Please, what, Sasuke?”

“Naruto…mmm…please…stop. No! I mean…I...”

Naruto’s head had dropped down and before Sasuke was aware, had latched his teeth onto the same nipple he had been toying with seconds earlier.

Sasuke was panting. What the fuck was going on? This was definitely not the reaction he had been expecting from the blond. Did he know how he felt? Was that why he was toying with him like this? That had to be it. Naruto still liked Sakura, didn’t he? Naruto was just jealous because the annoying girl still loved him. Right? That had to be why Naruto was acting this way. Why he was kissing him and touching him…

“Naruto!” One of the blond’s hands had pulled a pale hand away from the wall and placed it on Sasuke’s hard cock. Covering it with his own tan hand, Naruto began slowly stroking the rigid member. Slowly, oh, so slowly, their joined hands moved, making the pale man jump each time their hands circled around the head.

“Ah! S-Stop it, please…I can’t…”

“You can’t what, Sasuke?” Naruto drawled in a slightly teasing tone.

Sasuke could barely breathe. It felt so good. He thought his knees might give out. How could he be so weak? Everything was happening so fast. The sensible part of his brain was screaming at him to push the idiot off of him, to run away. But he was shameless. With each stroke of their hands sending more and more pleasurable sensations through his body, he knew there was no way he could push Naruto away now. He yearned for his touch.

But through his lust-filled brain, one question kept him from fully enjoying the pleasure Naruto was giving him.

Why was he doing this? Why now?

“Why are…hmm…you, oh God…”

Smiling wickedly at his friend, Naruto quickened the pace of their hands.

“Why what, Sasuke? Did you honestly think I hadn’t noticed how hard you were?”

“Wha! Oh…ah…Naruto!”

Their hands were fingering the slit, spreading pre-cum down Sasuke’s length before the falling water washed it away.

Barely comprehending, Sasuke gasped out, “Then why?”

Leaning down to lick the shell of the Uchiha’s ear, Naruto playfully replied, “I just thought you could use some help.”

Gripping the base of the shaft to stop the impending orgasm that was threatening to rip through Sasuke, Naruto pulled back to look the Uchiha in the eye. “Or was I wrong?”

Amused at the gamut of emotions flitting across the usually emotionless man’s face at the pressure being applied, Naruto huskily demanded an answer. “Hm, Sasuke? What do you want?”

The grip tightened, and to the embarrassment of the raven-haired man, a small whimper escaped. “Do you like me touching you?”

Naruto knew Sasuke, on any other occasion, would be beating him senseless right about now. But now having the upper hand in their relationship, if only for one day, Naruto planned to use it to his full advantage. And to be the one to give pleasure to Sasuke but also have the power to take it away was highly erotic. If Naruto didn’t have better control, he would have come the first time Sasuke gasped out his name. But such as it was, his pleasure could wait. He was so wrapped up in the total control he had over his friend.

“You’re so, so close Sasuke. Do you really want me to stop now?” Naruto had long ago abandoned keeping Sasuke’s hand captive above his head. He knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, Sasuke was gripping a tan shoulder, dragging his nails across the flesh in his frustration.

“Fuck you, Uzumaki.”

“Well, if that’s how it is, I guess I’ll leave you to finish. See ya.”

Naruto dropped their joined hands and turned to leave the shower, but the hand gripping his shoulder spun him back around.

“Nar-u-to. Where do you think you’re going?” Sasuke was seething. He needed relief, and he needed it now. “It’s not like you to just run away like this. The future Hokage doesn’t run away from anything.” He knew it was a cheap shot, but he was desperate and needy. And right now, his hand just wasn’t gonna’ do the trick.

Cocky grin plastered back on his face, Naruto looked Sasuke straight in the eye. “I’m not running away. You just haven’t told me what you want.”

“What I want? You know what the fuck I want!”

“Oh?” was the only response from the blond. He knew Sasuke was gonna’ explode soon, but he wanted him to admit he wanted it. He wouldn’t touch him again until he did.

Blue eyes traced a line from pissed off black eyes down the long length of Sasuke’s body. When his eyes kept roaming lower, Sasuke self-consciously pulled his legs in together. Chuckling softly in his friend’s ear, Naruto whispered, “That’s not gonna’ do anything to help the matter at hand, Uchiha. Tell me what it is you want me to do.” Lowering his voice, Naruto seductively rasped, “I’d do anything for you, Sasuke.”

Feeling the heat in his belly and between his legs start to return, Sasuke groaned at Naruto’s tone of voice. Why did he have to sound so damn sexy? He was hard again, and Naruto hadn’t even been touching him.

“Say it, Sasuke.”

His anger quickly being replaced by an aching need for release, Sasuke felt his control slipping. Oh, how he was never going to live this down. Sometimes he really hated Naruto.

“I…I want…”

“Yes?” Naruto prompted.

“Naruto…just…oh, fuck! Just touch me!”

Not quite satisfied, but happy Sasuke was being more vocal, Naruto obliged his friend by running tan hands down a pale torso, stopping just short of where Sasuke was dying for contact.

“You like that? Hmm?” His fingers were now running slow circles across pale hips, causing Sasuke to quiver under the blond's touch. Naruto was thrilled to see Sasuke was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing was harsh, and even through the downfall of water there was a sheen of sweat on his flushed face. He was so beautiful…yet so fucking stubborn. He was still resisting, even when he was almost silently begging.

Getting irritated that he wasn’t getting the response he desired, Naruto swiftly dropped to his knees in front of the Uchiha, grabbed pale hips harshly, and slammed Sasuke’s body flat against the tile wall.

“What the fuck?!” At the position Naruto was in, he could clearly see the look of outrage on Sasuke’s face. But it quickly changed to one of outright arousal when he noticed the provocative position the blond had taken.

“Uzumaki?” Questioning and unsure, Sasuke looked down to meet blue eyes. He definitely didn’t expect this. “W-What are you doing?”

“You’re not being loud enough.” Eyes normally so happy and laughing were now staring at Sasuke with an intensity he couldn’t ignore. “Tell me what you want.”

He was so desperate. He was through with trying to fight it. Head dropping in defeat, Sasuke reached his hands out to tangle in blond hair. “Naruto…please…”

“Yes?” The man on his knees knew Sasuke was caving. He reached out and lightly touched the tip of the rigid shaft, just once. No more.

Feeling shameful at being so vulnerable against Naruto, but wanting it all the same, Sasuke gathered every last bit of pride he had left (all the while trying to fight down the blush creeping up his cheeks) and forcefully commanded, “Make me come, Naruto.”

Blinking in surprise at the bluntness of Sasuke’s demand, Naruto quickly got over it. He was only all too happy to oblige his friend.

Keeping a firm grip on Sasuke’s hips, Naruto took the hard member in his mouth slowly, relishing the taste of his rival and best friend.

At the first touch of Naruto’s hot mouth over his swollen erection, Sasuke’s knees almost buckled. He had never felt such intense sensations before…no one had ever made him feel so good. Hell, he didn’t feel good; he felt fuckin’ great! The blond’s tongue swirling around his head then dipping down the whole length and back again was so incredibly hot. That’s the only way he knew how to describe it. And, oh God, Naruto had started deep-throating him.

“Ah! Naruto! So…so good! Ugh…faster…please. Oh!”

The sounds coming from Sasuke only encouraged Naruto to work faster. Knowing it wouldn’t be much longer now, he continued bobbing up and down on the Uchiha’s shaft, loving the incoherent noises his friend was making.

“Ugh…ha, ha…fuck!”

Sasuke didn’t care about his dignity anymore. Dignity be damned. His best friend was giving him mind-blowing pleasure, and his last concern was whether this was right or not. He knew he’d face the consequences later, but at that moment he didn’t care. It sure as hell felt right.

And right then, he was close.

“Oh…oh, God! Don’t stop! Please…ugh…N-Naruto! Hnn…Naruto!!!”

Giving one last suck, the blond felt the body above him clenched in orgasm a split second before hot cum shot in his mouth. Trying to swallow the bitter liquid, he almost gagged at the unfamiliar taste. He slowly licked the tip to remove every last bit that dripped out and then had to catch Sasuke as his knees finally gave out. Grasping the pale man around his waist, he slowly lowered his trembling friend to the shower floor. Sasuke was lax in his arms, but the pale hand gripping his shoulder still clenched tightly. It was becoming quite painful, but Naruto didn’t mind.

But the longer they sat there at the bottom of the shower, the now-cold water allowing their heated bodies to cool down, Naruto knew he had to leave. As much as he’d want nothing more than to lead Sasuke back to his bedroom and have a repeat performance, he couldn’t. Right now Sasuke wasn’t in the right state of mind to decide something like that. Naruto needed Sasuke to want it just as much as he did. And until he did, Naruto would do nothing else.

So, reluctantly Naruto pried Sasuke’s hand off his shoulder and leaned him back against the shower wall. Reaching around to turn the tap off, he reconsidered and left it on. Maybe the cold water would help Sasuke get his bearings. He’d need it. That was one intense orgasm.

Fighting back the shiver at the image that thought produced, Naruto swiftly bent down and placed a chaste kiss to Sasuke’s forehead and turned and headed out. Quickly gathering up his discarded clothes on the bathroom floor, Naruto didn’t bother with a towel or getting dressed. He’d teleport home. He just hoped the super-pervert Jiraiya hadn’t decided to drop by his apartment for an unannounced visit. That was one embarrassment he couldn’t deal with right now. Not when all he wanted to do was take care of his own aching need.

And with that thought, Naruto quickly formed the correct seals and teleported to his apartment. It’d be several hours later before the blond would emerge from his home, right hand sore from overuse and his belly loudly rumbling. His destination: Ichiraku.


* * * * *


“Fuck!”

The sound of Naruto’s exclamation echoed through the deserted streets of Konoha. Thank God nobody was around. That trip down memory lane had left him hard as hell. Combined with his overstuffed belly full of ramen, his walk back to his apartment had become quite uncomfortable in his too-tight pants. He couldn’t breathe. His little problem was becoming unbearable. How was he supposed to be able to function normally now when just the sight of running water made his dick stand up? How was he supposed to go on missions with a perennial boner?

Shit…he really was turning into a pervert. He needed some rest. Hurrying back to his apartment as discreetly and quickly as possible, Naruto unlocked his door and collapsed on his couch. He was drained from the day’s activities (solo and with his partner), but he felt considerably better than he had when he was at the ramen stand. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to pursue Sasuke. Not pursue him like his never-ceasing fan girls (that thought left him cringing), but some how, some way, he was going to find out how Sasuke felt about him.

The fact that Sasuke had even allowed Naruto to touch him spoke volumes to the blond. That had to mean something. What happened today wasn’t normal, and even though Sasuke resisted, he’d still let it happen. So what did it mean? Did Sasuke like him? Either way, Naruto couldn’t just sit around and let Sasuke act like his ice bitch self. That wouldn’t solve anything. Naruto didn’t care if he had to corner the Uchiha in his shower again to find out.

Naruto laughed. Now, that was something he could definitely look forward to. And maybe this time Sasuke could reciprocate.

“Oh, Sasuke…you have no idea what’s in store for you when you come back.”

Smiling to himself, Naruto rolled onto his side and tried to get some shut eye.