Tempest in a Teacup

Warnings:not beta’d. If you don’t mind it (and perhaps you should), read on.

 

Tempest in a Teacup

Part three

 

 

Sasuke was not in their room when Naruto got back from the shower. That was hardly strange, for Naruto was in there for over an hour, jerking himself off row. Twice. Sasuke surely had some afternoon lessons, and he might had even taken the shower he was planning in the bathroom down the hall in the meantime. 

Naruto didn’t usually take his showers in the middle of the day, but he thought he might make a habit of it. It was quite an experience not to have to hurry as someone is banging at the door. In only four months he seemed to have forgotten how that was. He couldn’t help but wrap a hand around his cock as soon as he stepped into the shower, without even bothering to adjust the water. It was pouring out of the faucet mostly to mask any sounds Naruto could be making, cold and insistent under his feet. He was barely feeling it, his mind in an uproar. The images and feelings kept hitting him from all sides until his head was spinning. In the end, he settled on picturing what just happened back in the room, him flattened against the door and Sasuke not an inch away. This time, though, Sasuke reached between them, opened Naruto’s pants and...

Yeah, it didn’t take long at all the first time. The second time, the arousal built up gradually.

Feeling relieved, Naruto took a handful of liquid hand soap – as he hadn’t brought any of his things – and started washing himself as much as possible.

They seemed as if they wanted something from him. Both of them. Both Sasuke and Itachi. But Naruto couldn’t understand just what. Was he some interesting new toy? Fun because they couldn’t predict how he would react? Was it another way they were all wrong in? Were they screwing with his head on purpose, because they noticed him...  Noticing. Watching. Wanting.

Fuck them, Naruto thought viciously and added more hot water to the stream. He wouldn’t let them play with him like that.

So what if he found them attractive? They were attractive, for fuck’s sake. Anyone with eyes would confirm that. And watching two attractive people get off, even imagining them do it, was a turn on. So it was normal for Naruto to feel frustrated. He hadn’t had sex in months. Since... July, really.  He was reacting normally. It wasn’t any of his business that they were brothers. They were not his brothers.

And he was getting hard again.

What he needed to do was confront Sasuke about it all. Tell him to piss off. Leave him alone.

Before Itachi started coming over, Naruto had developed a huge crush on Sasuke. Then, he got utterly confused because, well, Itachi seemed like a more polished and older version of Sasuke and fuck, but he really was hot. And Naruto wasn’t constantly fighting him. Of course, then the touches and other things started and Naruto was so shocked and stunned that he stopped thinking about it altogether in such innocent terms.

He remembered how Itachi held onto his arm for a long moment after Naruto had asked him to let him go. The tightening grip was almost possessive. Almost... refusal. Refusal to let him go. He could have refused. Naruto was half out of his mind already, with lust and confusion. He would had given in if Itachi had only...

Ah. Pressed him against the table, maybe. Bent him over the couch. Anything. Fuck. Anything at all.

Naruto brought himself off the second time slowly, deliberately going through a few scenarios of what could have happened in the office.

After that, he was finally ready to get out. Sasuke had left the room by then, so he just left the wet towel over a chair near the radiator, where Sasuke usually dried his things off.

The clock agreed with his suspicion that perhaps he had enough time to catch the Contemporary Criminal Justice lecture he had that afternoon if he hurred, so Naruto quickly put his clothes on and left.

 

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It was past eleven and Sasuke hadn’t come back yet. By then Naruto was angry and worried. Having the room for himself wasn’t as fun as he thought it would be, because he had no idea where Sasuke was. He was always there, especially in the last few months. So he was either away because something happened, because he was avoiding Naruto or...

Naruto swallowed. Or he was with Itachi.

By the time Sasuke opened the door, he was about ready to spit fire. But he just adjusted the blanket around him and pretended to be engrossed in the book in his lap.

Sasuke snorted at the sight of him, but Naruto ignored him.

“What, now you’re not talking to me?”

“I shouldn’t,” Naruto muttered. But he had been anticipating Sasuke’s arrival since he got back to his room, at around eight, so he couldn’t keep his mouth closed. “Where were you?”

“Worried?” Naruto bit his lip. He had been a little worried. Mostly just envious.

“It’s just strange,” he mumbled and looked up. Sasuke was getting some things from his side of the closet... And packing them into a small bag. “You’re going away again?”

Sasuke halted with his work to glance at him with a grimace, “Itachi said it might be good idea to give you some time. I’ll sleep in his room for a few days.”

Naruto looked at his book again because the look Sasuke was giving him had question in it. He didn’t want to sleep alone in the room. He got used to falling asleep to the bluish light of Sasuke’s reading lamp and turning of pages.

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” he finally said. Sasuke continued with the packing by the sound of it, not that Naruto dared to look up. “And if someone comes looking for you?”

“I don’t know,” Sasuke said, much harsher now. Naruto let his blank stare slide even lower, where the edge of the book was brushing his stomach. “Tell them we had a huge fight.”

Naruto hummed in confirmation. No one who had to deal with either one of them since they’d become roommates would suspect that. They might have questions about Sasuke deciding to retreat, but then again, it’s not as if Naruto conveniently had a brother two buildings and a parking lot away.

There was the sound of a zipper and closet door closing. Naruto bit his lip. He didn’t really want Sasuke to go and spend the entire night with Itachi. They... God. Naruto closed his eyes, and saw them clearly. Together. Touching. Fuck.

“Stop that.”

Naruto looked up, startled. Sasuke was close when he spoke. He was less than two feet from Naruto’s bed.

Gathering his legs closer to his chest, Naruto asked through his teeth, “Stop what?”

He flinched and stopped breathing when Sasuke leaned in. There was no telling what he was expecting, but Sasuke’s hands grabbed his fingers and tugged on them. Naruto looked down to see what he was doing. Surprised, he blinked and let Sasuke move his right hand completely off his left. There were traces of blood and deep fingernail cuts on his left wrist.

“What the...?” he whispered, twisting his left arm for a better look. There were quite a few marks there. Like he’d been digging his fingers into the flesh there for quite some time, unconsciously. He’ll have to clip his nails, not that they were long or anything. He'd been clipping them regularly.

He looked up again when Sasuke let go of his fingers, frowning. He was so engrossed in the pictures his mind was conjuring that he hadn’t even noticed that he was making himself bleed.

“I’m sorry,” Sasuke said, holding his gaze, mouth a grim line.

Naruto blinked, “Huh?”

Sasuke looked away then, pushed some hair out of his eyes, “I’m sorry, I said.”

“Itachi made you do that,” Naruto scowled. “I told him you don’t have to apologize, alright? I’m not going to tell...”

“Shut up,” Sasuke cut him off. “Itachi can’t make me apologize and I never thought you would tell anyone. Just accept it.”

Naruto looked at his hand, suppressing the urge to apologize in turn. “You won’t do something like that again, right?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Naruto felt his teeth grind as he glared up at Sasuke. No, that wasn’t what he wanted, so that sort of promise meant nothing. He burst out, “What the fuck have I done to you, anyway? You just... From day one, you can’t even look at me. You insult me all the time and that thing last night – what have I done to you to hate me that much?”

His voice was turning from frustrated to whiny quickly and Naruto somehow managed to stop there. Why couldn’t they pick someone else? Why couldn’t he get another room? He applied for it often enough. Damn Tsuanade for thinking it was just acting up of a spoiled brat. If only he'd got away from Sasuke sooner... And now he was stuck and it was a – as guinea pig or something...

“Why are you such a moron?” Sasuke hissed, pressing the forefist of his right hand to his forehead.

Naruto threw his book aside, on his feet in a second. God, he was so angry, he was barely stopping himself from shouting, “I’m not a moron! And you’re screwing with my head, that’s what you’re doing and I don’t understand why! I’ve tried being your friend, I did all I could think of to make you like me – and okay, so you don’t, fine – but I don’t deserve this, alright? I don’t want – I can’t...”

“Stop screeching,” Sasuke barked out, covering Naruto’s mouth with his hand. It was a tempting thought to bite it, but Naruto had enough of his mind present to slap it away instead. “You’re infuriating!”

“I don’t know what that means!” 

“It means shut the fuck up for a second!” Startled, Naruto closed his mouth. Sasuke just – well, he just yelled at him. In all their fights, Sasuke had never before got angry enough to raise his voice. “Where do you get such nonsense? I wasn’t trying to do anything to you!”

Sobered a little, Naruto said in lower tone, “Hate to think what would happen if you did decide to try sometime...”

“Shut up! And how, in the name of God, have you gotten the idea that I hate you?”

“Oh, I don’t know, how about things like this?”

“Things like what?”

“This – the fighting!” Naruto raised his voice again, gesturing between them like the fight was something corporal that was standing in that little space that was separating them. “You’re yelling insults to my face!”

“I haven’t insulted you once.”

“You called me a moron and you said I was stupid!”

Sasuke inhaled sharply, not letting the eye contact break. He was breathing just as hard as Naruto was, almost panting between the retorts.

“Those aren’t insults, it's the truth,” he said after a moment, calmer but in a shaky voice. Naruto opened his mouth, but before he was able to get a word in, Sasuke continued, “Anyone who can mistake this,” and mirrored Naruto’s gesture from a bit ago, indicating the tight space between them, “for hate, can’t be anything but a stupid moron.”

“Well fuck you,” Naruto seethed. “What do you call it?”

Sasuke pushed him away. Close as he was to the edge of the bed, Naruto couldn’t do anything but fall to his back. His first instinct was to avoid the punch that was coming his way, so he cowed a little. Sasuke instead put his hand on Naruto’s chest and pressed him further down, until the edge of the book dug painfully into his back.

Naruto attempted to push Sasuke’ hand off and elbow the book away at the same time. It was awkward, and he almost missed when Sasuke climbed onto the bed after him. Then there was a knee between his legs, so close to Naruto's crouch that he could feel the warmth against it.

“What are you doing?” he spat. But he was frozen there, with the edge of the book still a painful annoyance in his shoulder blade and head hovering above the harsh angle where the bed was meeting the wall.

Sasuke waited, probably to make sure Naruto wouldn’t struggle too hard. He waited patently until their eyes met.

“I,” Sasuke spoke slowly, in an odd, low voice with eyes dark and angry. He inched his knee closer until Naruto could feel the hard bone against... Oh, fuck. Against his swollen dick, trapped behind the zipper of his pants. “ I call it sexual tension. Itachi calls it an adorable mutual crush and even he is closer than you are, you stupid fucking moron.”

The next instant, the pressure was gone, but Naruto was still gasping loudly. By the time the words sank in, the door was closing with a bang. He let his head fall. It hit the wall behind, so he angled it a little with a grunt.

He wasn’t sure what just happened, but he found himself unzipping his pants to relieve some pressure.

Again.