Role Play

A/N: Another chapter! Two more than I had originally planned already! XD… Anyway, let’s see how far this story will go!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Barenaked Ladies (they’re a music group you pervert!) or any of their songs. Since I am here, I’ll remind you that I don’t own Naruto either. If anyone says otherwise, tell me so I can sue them.

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Sasuke leaned against his kitchen counter and watched as Naruto prepared sandwiches. He told himself it was because he had to supervise any culinary activity Naruto engaged in. When making anything besides Ramen, the man had a tendency to get ‘creative’. That his supervision afforded him the opportunity to stand close, absorbing his scent, was merely something that could not be avoided.

Naruto’s scent was always one of citrus and sunshine (the corniness of the thought made Sasuke wince). The faint underlying smell of antiseptic meant that Naruto had come directly from the hospital. Sasuke’s house lay on the way to Naruto’s from work, and the blond’s hunger couldn’t hold out for the extra two minutes until he got to his own place.

The antiseptic scent now aggravated the scratching in Sasuke’s throat. The sensation was annoyingly persistent. Once again, he cleared his throat, using the friction to ease the tickling. He was not catching a cold, he told himself. Uchihas do not catch colds… Uchihas will do nothing that indicates that they may be mere mortals. That someone in his family had not found a way to circumvent the need for toilet facilities, was always a marvel to Sasuke.

His throat tickled again, and he cleared his throat more forcefully. Apparently those freezing, early morning showers were catching up to him. This was distinctly Naruto’s fault. He glared over at Naruto only to see the younger man looking at him.

“What’s the matter with you?” Naruto took a sip of his soda and continued looking at Sasuke with interest.

“What do you mean what’s the matter with me?” Sasuke glared and stifled the urge to clear his throat again.

“You’ve cleared your throat four times in as many minutes. I know, because it’s been annoying the hell out of me. What, are you sick?”

“It’s my throat and I’m in my house. I can clear both whenever I wish; and as often as I wish. You have a problem with that- get out!”

People can be irritable when they get sick. Then again, this was Sasuke…irritability came with the territory.

Sasuke got nervous as Naruto’s face adopted the fox look. There were many variations it. Sasuke had first seen this one when Naruto had found a ‘really cool’ wasp nest to poke when they were kids. It had not ended well. Sasuke shifted nervously as Naruto came to stand in front of him. They were the same height, but suddenly Sasuke felt distinctly shorter.

“What…what are you doing?” Sasuke voice had come out several octaves higher than he would have liked. Naruto had put his hands around Sasuke’s head, and the blond’s face was descending to his; almost in slow motion.

For a wild moment, Sasuke though Naruto was going to kiss him. Instead, the Naruto simply brought their foreheads together.

“I’ve been handling the soda. My hands are too chilly to take your temperature.” Sasuke stared, eyes wide as he tried to control his breathing, while Naruto murmured his explanation.

Naruto’s hands slid forward to rest his fingers lightly below Sasuke’s ears- at the junctures of his jaws and throat. The fingers pressed lightly in Sasuke’s flesh, probing and feeling… Naruto still hadn’t moved his forehead from the other man’s.

“Your glands are a little swollen…” Sasuke didn’t respond to that. He just stared down at Naruto’s lips, less than an inch away from his own. If he shifted slightly, he could press his body flush against Naruto’s. He fought the temptation- he had to stay in control of something.

Sasuke then felt Naruto’s brow furrow. “Call me crazy, but I think you’re actually getting warmer…”

No kidding… Sasuke resisted the urge to laugh.

One of Naruto’s hands left this throat to move down to Sasuke’s wrist. Sasuke realized his breathing had become ragged as Naruto massaged slow circles on his wrist. If Naruto noticed (and he should since Sasuke was breathing into his face), he didn’t find it worth commenting upon.

“Your pulse is fast and a little erratic…”

He has got to be joking.

Sasuke was no expert, but he felt that this could not all be standard medical procedure. He wasn’t complaining though, and was content staying silent for the time being. He certainly wasn’t going to be the one to pull back. Not because he wanted this so badly, but simply because, well- Uchihas don’t pull back. Yeah, that’s it… Uchihas don’t pull back.

Naruto dropped Sasuke’s wrist and both hands moved to the first button of Sasuke’s shirt. The man groaned as Naruto’s knuckles grazed his chest and the buttons popped open.

Any patient, however ignorant within his illness, would be completely within his rights to stop Naruto and ask what the hell he thought was doing. That patient would have been crazy. Sasuke wasn’t crazy. Uchihas weren’t… Well in good conscience, Sasuke couldn’t attribute his lack of craziness to his Uchiha blood. Despite their prestige and wealth, his was a family filled with crazy people: war criminals, megalomaniacs, and a curiously large number of pyromaniacs. The last button unsnapped and Naruto ran his hands up Sasuke’s chest to his shoulders, finally slipping the shirt off.

Abruptly, all sensation was lost. The lightly touching hands left, Naruto removed his forehead and the blond completely pulled away. Sasuke almost pitched forward in surprise and loss.

“W-what?” Sasuke blinked up with soft unfocused eyes, completely over-stimulated.

“Turn around.”

“Huh?” Arousal always made Sasuke a little slow.

“Turn around.” Naruto gave the command in the same manner any doctor would use to tell his patient to say ‘ah’.”

Sasuke turned around as instructed. ‘Compliant’ was not a word anyone who knew Sasuke, would normally use to describe him. However, Sasuke would have taken a swan-dive off the tallest building in Japan at Naruto’s instruction, to get those hands on him again.

Naruto’s hands went through Sasuke’s hair, to massage his temples until his head drooped forward in relaxation. One hand then moved to Sasuke’s neck, rubbing lightly as the other slid down to Sasuke’s lower back. Naruto pressed a thumb over each vertebra, working slowly up the man’s back.

It was expertly done for Naruto had gifted hands. Kami-sama, bless the medical profession. Sasuke gripping the counter fighting off the need to shudder as electric shocks ran up his spine. Naruto kept massaging his neck, keeping his body relaxed the other hand tried to devastate him. Sasuke was starting to feel tortured.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke figured that if he was going to ask this question at all, now was as good a time as any.

“Preventative medicine…” was the prompt answer. “…if people gave their bodies what they needed when they needed it; they wouldn’t have to cram it with pills and syrups later on.”

Sasuke groaned as Naruto pressed completely against him. “Trust me; I know what you need…” Naruto’s sudden husky whispering in his ear had Sasuke going nearly boneless. “…right now I am trying to relax you.”

“But I am not relaxed…” Sasuke was talking through gritted teeth by this point.

“You feel more relaxed! Your neck and shoulders were so tense before…” Naruto sounded taken aback, and intensified his efforts by blowing lightly behind Sasuke’s ear and over his neck. Sasuke shuddered and slumped forward. “See… no tension!”

“It relocated.” Sasuke wasn’t kidding. All the blood, muscle and bone in his body appeared to have taken residence in his groin.

Naruto stopped rubbing his back and rested the hand lightly on Sasuke’s chest.

“Really? Show me…’ With Naruto whispering huskily in his ear, Sasuke obeyed. In a blind unthinking moment, Sasuke took Naruto’s hand and pressed it over his throbbing erection.

“Oh…” Naruto’s statement, tinted with genuine surprise, snapped Sasuke back to reality. Oh jeez, what did he just do?

Before other mortifying thoughts could surface, Sasuke felt his head being dragged backward by hair. The slight pain and surprise vanished as hungry lips covered his. Naruto’s body pressed into his back as the kiss deepened, despite the awkward positioning of their bodies. Naruto undid Sasuke’s belt, unbutton his pants and unzipped him, still gripping Sasuke’s hair tightly. Sasuke groaned loudly in Naruto’s mouth as the man’s hand plunged into his pants, palming him firmly.

Needing more, Sasuke turned, gaining the ability to deepen the kiss. Naruto broke it a few moments later to trail hot kisses down Sasuke’s neck. He sucked and bit, pausing briefly to blow over the sensitized area. Naruto licked at the sweat starting to run down Sasuke’s chest and then moved lick at his nipples.

Sasuke shook and panted, hands fisting into Naruto’s hair as the blond moved down to his abs. He felt his pants and boxers being pulled down. The brief touch of cool air was burnt clean away by the heat radiating off his body.

He couldn’t stop himself from yelling out when he felt Naruto’s tongue lick slowly up his length. He looked down to see Naruto staring up at him, blue eyes darkening rapidly. Naruto held his gaze as he started to pump Sasuke slowly, his other hand running smoothly up and down the back of Sasuke’s thigh.

Sasuke’s eyes closed as he started to drown in sensation. They flew open once again when he felt firm lips on the tips of his erection. Naruto slowly engulfed him, gauging how much he could take without fear of gagging. Naruto started working backwards before slowly descending again.

Sasuke’s hands tangled even more tightly into the bright blond hair as Naruto built up speed and rhythm. Sasuke was surprised at how loud he was being as Naruto’s flicked his tongue over him sucking and pulling at his length. Unable to stop himself, he thrust into Naruto’s mouth, begging him not to stop.

Naruto slowed to a snail’s pace and grazed his teeth along the thick vein running the length of the pulsing member, moving his hand to scratch lightly at Sasuke’s inner thigh. Sasuke arched up and threw his head back-smacking into a frying pan hanging behind him. There was no pain, too engrossed in the feel of Naruto. The collision produced an odd ringing noise that Sasuke blocked out as Naruto removed his mouth and started pumping him again.

“Sasuke…” The deep husky voice nearly sent Sasuke over the edge. He yelled again and his head snapped back as a warm thumb rubbed firmly over the tip of his penis.

Again his head connected with the frying pan. The ringing noise was louder and clearer this time, almost distracting Sasuke. That is until Naruto resumed sucking on him vigorously.

Kami-sama, he was so close. He felt release building as Naruto lips moved over him at an almost frantic pace. Sasuke was shouting Naruto’s name unabashedly, feeling the familiar tightening of his body before release. The damned pans behind him were clanging and ringing even more loudly. The noisy ringing escalated to an almost unbearable level.

Why were there pans hanging behind him? He didn’t cook!

He was about to explode into Naruto’s waiting mouth, when the sharp ringing tore into his consciousness.

“WHAT?! WHAT?! DAMN IT!! WHAT?!!” Sasuke screamed into the phone as the erotic dream disintegrated into nothingness.

“Well good morning to you too, sunshine!” It was the idiot, yawning a greeting to him, completely unruffled by the livid answer to his phone-call.

Sasuke blinked in confusion. He looked around for Naruto, but only found himself alone in his bed, twisted and tangled in the sheets. Naruto’s voice was coming from the receiver he held in a death grip. It took Sasuke a while to realize he had been having one of his ‘take-me-now-Naruto’ fantasies. Arousal always made Sasuke a little slow.

This being true, his IQ was currently about the same as a frozen vegetable. He hadn’t gotten to release in his dream, and his erection throbbed painfully. Naruto sleep-husked voice was not helping matters either. Sasuke looked at the clock: 5:42 in the morning. Wonderful…

What kind of moron called people this early? Now he was going to need a cold shower… and ice-cold shower… while he masturbated. He hated masturbating! Uchihas don’t… (Oh, you know how this line ends). But now he had to, for where was he going to find a willing Naruto look-alike this early in the morning?

“Oi, teme! Are you listening to me?” Sasuke glared at the obnoxiously noisy phone in his hand. This was all his fault! Everything wrong in Sasuke’s universe at this moment was Naruto’s fault. Therefore, Sasuke decided, he should make amends for a little bit of it.

“Oi Naruto…”

“Oh, I thought you went back to sleep on me. I…”

“It’s been one week dobe.”

“Huh?” The confusion in Naruto’s voice made him smile evilly.

“It’s been one week since…”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you start that shit!”

“It’s been one week since you looked at me… Help me sing Naruto. You know the words.” Sasuke could hear Naruto gritting his teeth before the blond expelled a loud sigh and started singing at outrageous speed.

“It’s been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said ‘I’m angry’. Five days since you laughed at me, saying ‘get that together come back and see me’. Three days since the living room, I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you. Yesterday you’d forgiven me- but it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry!”

Naruto had an idiosyncrasy that Sasuke exploited for a range of odd purposes. Naruto had fallen in love with the Barenaked Ladies’ song ‘one week’ when they were younger. He would sing it 24/7 for weeks, annoying Sasuke and everyone in earshot. When Naruto finally stopped the non-stop karaoke, he was horrified to find that he couldn’t stop himself from singing the song whenever it came up. No matter where he was or who he was with, if the song was so much as mentioned, Naruto had to sing the whole thing. Even in surgery or in a conference… he hated it. To make up for it, he would sing the song at break-neck pace to end it quickly. He sounded like a chipmunk on speed.

Sasuke usually thought it was hilarious. Right now, he decided to find it sexy and get some relief from it. As Sasuke heard Naruto launch into his breathless musical spiel, he moved his hand beneath the covers and started stroking himself. He was such a pervert.

“Hold it now and watch the hoodwink as I make you stop, think. You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman. I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss, I like the sushi cause it’s never touched a frying pan. Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes, big like Leann Rimes, because I’m all about value. Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits, you try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a fake, I’d like a stinkin' achin' shake. I like vanilla; it’s the finest of the flavours. Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know ‘The Vertigo’ is gonna grow cause it’s so dangerous, you’ll have to sign a waiver.
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad? Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad… I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral.
Can’t understand what I mean? Well, you soon will. I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve; I have a history of taking off my shirt.
It’s been one week since you looked at me, threw your arms in the air and said ‘you’re crazy’. Five days since you tackled me, I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees. It’s been three days since the afternoon; you realized it’s not my fault, not a moment too soon. Yesterday you’d forgiven me; and now I sit back and wait till you say you’re sorry.”

Naruto paused, panting heavily. He didn’t pause because he needed the breath, though he did. It was simply because the song had a rather long instrumental break in it, and he had to acknowledge it. That was how deep the quirk was for Naruto. Despite his haste to end the song, he had to recognize significant pauses. Sasuke didn’t mind, the sound of Naruto panting was pushing him over the edge. He stifled his own panting and stroked harder and faster, waiting for the other man to resume. As Naruto geared for his big finish, so did Sasuke.

“Chickity china, the Chinese chicken. You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’. Watchin’ X-files with no lights on, we’re dans la maison. I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one! Like Harrison Ford I’m getting frantic, like Sting I’m tantric, like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy (Sasuke smirked). Like Kurasawa I make mad films! Okay I don’t make films- but if I did they’d have a samurai! Gonna get a set of better clubs, gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my Irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing! Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon; cause that cartoon has got the boom, anime babes that make me think the wrong thing!
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad? Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad... I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral.
Can’t understand what I mean? You soon will. I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve…I have a history of losing my shirt!
It’s been one week since you looked at me, dropped your arms to your sides and said I’m sorry. Five days since I laughed at you, and said ‘you just did just what I thought you were gonna do!’ Three days since the living room, we realized we’re both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me, cause it’ll still be two days till we say were sorry…”

The song was ending, and Sasuke used the last of his sanity to shove the receiver under his pillow before he came. Hard… Getting yourself off was apparently a lot better when the object of your fantasy could provide some type of real stimulus. Sasuke looked at the time: 5:44 a.m. This had to be some sort or record…for both him and Naruto. Sasuke’s feeble conscience finally decided to make an accusatory appearance. Sasuke just smiled, deep in satisfaction, as the voice made a sad and futile attempt to make him feel bad.

‘You just jerked off to your best friend’s voice…’

‘I know…’

‘You know how he is… you forced him to sing that ridiculous song!’

‘I know…’

‘You are the worst kind of pervert!’

‘I know…’

‘…’

‘Anything else?’

‘(Muttering) You’re going to hell…’

‘(Sigh) I know…’

“Oi teme!” The sound of Naruto’s muffled voice came to him from under his pillow. Sasuke fished out the phone, still smiling like a kid at Christmas.

“Yeah?”

“Well I hope you finished getting your kicks, you bastard!” Oh, Naruto had no idea. “Since you are done with your revenge for me waking you, get your lazy ass up. Me and Lee are taking you jogging!” Sakura had the same tone of voice when she said that same sentence…only it ended with the word ‘shopping’. Sasuke rolled his eyes, knowing better than to waste his breath arguing. “We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

FIVE minutes later, the loud knock came. Sasuke had had just enough time to yank on a pair of black sweatpants. He opened the door to reveal a green-clad idiot and an orange-clad idiot.

“Good morning Sasuke-kun!! May today’s sun shine brightly upon you!!” Sasuke just glared at Lee, not even bothering to point out that there was no sun. Sasuke wordlessly turned his back and marched into his house, heading off to find sneakers. Naruto and Lee strolled in, completely used to his rude sullenness.

Sasuke would never admit it, but Lee was an inspiration to him. Lee was living proof that sitting back and doing nothing could still win you the person of your dreams.

Lee was always…intense, even as a little kid. When it was time for everyone to learn martial arts, Lee appeared to be the only one who couldn’t get the hang of it. In a town where you were expected to be naturally gifted at that, Lee had had a hard time. He was fit, no doubt about it, but the form and techniques escaped him. No sensei they had seemed to be able to work with him. Until Gai-sensei. Gai was as intense as Lee could ever hope to be. They both had a manic zest for life and energy that seemed ridiculous. Not to mention the eyebrows, Lee looked like Gai’s mini-me.

Whatever tactic Gai used to teach Lee- worked. The boy managed to surpass them all in basic taijutsu. The boy’s level of focus has been insane! The only time Lee wasn’t focused was when Sakura was around. He fell in love with her when he was 13 and never stopped for a minute.

Sakura’s initial response to Lee’s affection was anything but encouraging. She freaked out about his looks, his eye-brows, his passionate personality… she freaked out about everything. Lee never pushed it, just left her alone and reminded her once in a while that he was still around, still waiting for her.

He gained her respect through his dedication to his goals and his friends; but it wasn’t until he saved her from a group of thugs that she started giving him the time of day. They became friends but Sakura had only had eyes for Sasuke. Even after her crush ended, she still couldn’t see Lee in a romantic light. But fate seemed to keep pushing them together, and gradually Sakura fell in love. Their marriage was relief to Sasuke on so many levels. This meant maybe, he could rely on fate instead of putting himself out on a limb to get Naruto.

Sasuke dragged on his black sneakers and t-shirt and grudgingly stepped out into the cool morning air. He didn’t know if he was up to working out with Naruto just minutes after… doing what he did.

‘You pervert!’

‘Shut up…’

He was never at his best this early in the morning. Suppose he lost it and molested the blond? Not only would he get his ass kicked by an infuriated Naruto; but there was a taijutsu specialist ready to assist in knocking the ‘springtime of youth’ out of him.

“Yes! We are all ready! There is no time to dawdle during the springtime of youth! Forward, my friends!”

“Alright, Dattebayo!!” Sasuke sighed as both young men finished their declarations with energetic fist pumps into the air.

He wanted to kill them both.

He jogged along miserably as Naruto and Lee chatted about their jobs. Lee had opened the ‘Mighty Rock’ gym with Gai, training others in taijutsu and offering exercise regimens. Talk eventually turned to other things and Naruto’s wretched date with Ms. ‘I can see my house from anywhere’ came up.

“That is wonderful Naruto-kun! I am sure Hinata-san is a lovely young woman!” Lee tried to curb his natural enthusiasm and gave a significant look at Sasuke. “One should always take the initiative in matters of love. Opportunities and time wait for no man.”

Sasuke knew what that look meant. Damn Sakura, what does she do… scream out his business when she orgasms? Naruto was laughing.

“It’s a first date Lee. It’s hardly a ‘matter of love’ yet! Oi Sasuke, can I borrow one of your cars for tonight?” First? Yet? Did Naruto honestly plan to ask this girl out again before even going out on the date? Sasuke fought to urge to tell Naruto no and that all four of his cars were in the shop. Instead, he grudgingly acquiesced.

What kind of moron doesn’t wait to see how a date goes, before considering asking someone out again? Suppose the date was a complete disaster? Naruto and Hinata’s date could be the worst one in history. In fact, Sasuke decided, he would make sure of it.


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A/N: Whew, these chapters are long! It took me several hours to type! Forgive me for writing out the entire ‘One week’ song if it annoyed you. I just love that song so much and wanted to share it. I realized while writing it, that it could easily be a good description of any romantic relationship, Naruto and Sasuke could have (from Naruto’s POV of course). I merged my own obsession with the song with an idea from ‘South Park’, where Cartman has to sing this particular song whenever he hears a line of it. He sings it at warp speed too, just to get it over with.
The chapters are long since I am struggling to write each as an adequate ending for the story. Incidentally, they all seem to end in a kind of cliff-hanger. Wasn’t intentional, but I am glad it happens since it may help keep you interested and encourage me to write another. So what do you think? Did you like the lemon? I had to write one incase you guys gave me the ‘thumbs down’ to continue. I wanted to bump the story up to an ‘M’ rating XD…a reviewer inadvertently gave me the idea. Any ideas, requests etc…? I look forward to all comments and criticism.