A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 31: The Meal

Neji carried Gaara over to the room with the big tub. It still wasn’t completely full despite the fact the water had been running during their earlier shower. Already the two were calling the bigger bedroom and baths “Gaara’s” and the smaller bedroom and bathing rooms “Neji’s.” The redhead wiggled out of the Hyuuga’s arms, however, insisting bathing should come later. The tub had a heating system, so if they washed before getting in it, they wouldn’t have to refill it for quite a while. In Suna, water wasn’t a commodity to be wasted although neither had made any effort earlier to limit their water use.

They left the water running and headed back to “Neji’s” shower where their packs were and started getting respectable. The jounin was still fussing with his hair when they heard Kankurou yelling out, “Hello! Hey, guys, I’ve got the food here!” Gaara, in his white silk shirt, headed out to direct his brother to the dining room. The new Fire Country liaison took his time, imagining the brothers would appreciate some minutes alone.

Kankurou had brought the food on a cart. He stopped in shock at the sight of Gaara. “God, little brother, Temari’s note said that you had changed your style. That certainly is a different look. Is that a necklace you’re wearing?”

“Yeah, it was a present like the shirt from Neji.”

“Like the hickeys I presume?”

“Yeah, those too,” said Gaara seriously, making Kankurou smile.

“He ok with your prostitutes?” the older nin asked.

“I’m over that. Neji and I are together now. Temari is ok with it. I—ah—want you to be too, Kankurou. Can you just, ah, well—“

“Gaara, relax. I have nothing against Neji-san. Give me a couple days, and I’ll let you know what I think. Let’s get this food on the table, and you can tell me about the trip, this thing involving the academy, how you and Neji hooked up, and anything else you feel I ought to know. There’s a number of things that have happened while you were away, nothing big, but they might come up tomorrow, so I’ll—holy fucking shit, Gaara, dammit, couldn’t you have cleaned this up before I got here?”

The Kazekage blushed and fled to the bathroom to get something to clean off the little bit of cum that had sprayed on the dining room table when Neji had fucked him there. He burst into the bathroom, surprised to find his lover, now completely dressed and wearing the green sweater Gaara had given him, still fussing with his hair. The sound of Kankurou cursing could be heard clearly in the room.

“Crisis already?”

“There was cum on the table. We may end up having to eat off our laps.”

“Ah, time for my marvelous diplomatic skills,” said Neji wetting a washcloth and tossing it to Gaara. He picked up the driest towel and followed the flustered redhead to the dining room. On the way there, he noted that on the floor where the dust had been thicker, a few handprints still showed—oh well.

Needless to say, the greetings between Neji and Kankurou were strained. The jounin asked Gaara to rinse out the towels, turn off the water in his bathroom, and get that present for Kankurou he’d gotten in Konoha--all as an excuse to get him out of the room and confront Kankurou.

As soon as the Kazekage was out of the room, Neji and Kankurou rushed at each other and began a furious argument conducted in whispers.

"You little shit, Hyuuga!"

"Shut up, puppet boy!

"I got something to tell you, shithead--"

"Yeah, well, I've got something more important to say, clownface."

“Listen, Hyuuga, you better not hurt my brother—“

“Your brother almost went raccoon because your fuckhead father ordered your asshole uncle to kill Gaara at this table, so if he wants to fuck on it night and day and hold god-damn orgies on it, I don’t want to hear another word about it from you.”

That shut Kankurou up, but the look of pain on his face made it hard for Neji to take any satisfaction in that. He went over to the cedar chest and pulled out the cushions and table linens he'd noticed earlier. In silence the two began to set the table.

When Gaara returned, however, the atmosphere lightened. Kankurou was clearly moved by his little brother’s present of chocolate truffles. By the time the dinner was finished, the three were talking about the up-coming chuunin exams in a relaxed fashion. But there was only so much to say when so little was known about who would enter or even who the examiners would be, and some thirty minutes later the conversation just petered out.

“Kankurou,” said Gaara when it was clear that there wasn’t a drop of anything left to drink nor a single morsel to eat, “Neji and I are going to soak in the big tub for a while. Why don’t you join us?”

Kankurou looked over at Neji to see how the Hyuuga would react to Gaara’s offer, but the Leaf nin’s face and body showed nothing but the same air of calm relaxation he’d exhibited since they’d started to eat.

“Please?” added the redhead.

Kankurou shook his head to indicate surprise, saying, “Sure, Gaara.”

“But you have to take all that makeup off first. You can use the, uh, my shower,” said Gaara standing up.

“No thanks, little brother, let me just load up this cart and take the dishes down to the kitchens and get us some sake. I’ll clean up and come back in my robe. I’ll snag some of your clothes from your old room and bring them over.”

“Don’t bother, big brother, I’ll get one of my assistants to move everything over tomorrow.”

The three of them quickly had the dishes and cups on the cart. It wasn't long before Kankurou left the suite. Neji leaned against the wall by the door between the dining room and that first room of the suite with its stone sofas. There wasn’t any light coming in from the skylights, and the few lights on the walls weren’t very bright. Gaara walked over to the older shinobi, saying, “You look good in that sweater, Ji-ji.” He leaned over and rubbed his face into the soft green cashmire and made a noise like a cat’s purr. The long-haired nin grinned down at Gaara and kissed him on the top of his head and put his arms loosely around the sexy redhead who was still moving his head against Neji’s chest and making sounds of contentment.

The young genius of the Hyuuga clan felt himself begin to harden. He reached down and shifted Gaara so the redhead’s back was against him, his ass against Neji’s erection. One of Neji’s hands unbuttoned the Sand nin's silk shirt enough so it could slide in and play with Gaara’s nipples. The other pulled down his lover's pants and began to stroke his erection.

“Aaahhh! Ji-Ji! Oh!” moaned Gaara, tilting his head back on that cashmire-covered shoulder, licking his lips and pushing his cock into Neji’s hand. The jounin said nothing, just stroking the penis he'd uncovered, watching Gaara's green eyes close as his head rolled from side to side. The once-feared killer looked so hot as he made little sounds of pleasure, “Ah! Ummm! Oh!” Neji pushed his own cock harder against the pliant body in his arms and worked that dick in his hand a little faster, making Gaara’s body shake in a way that felt so good against his crotch.

Neji could see a little fluid beading on the top of the Kazekage's cock, and this time as he moved his hand to the top of Gaara’s shaft, he let his thumb rub over the slit smearing the pre-cum and stimulating that sensitive spot. The aroused teen bucked and cried out, “Neji! Oh! Ahh!”

The dark-haired nin changed the hand working the Kazekage’s cock, so he could raise his wet thumb to his mouth and suck Gaara’s fluid from it. His mouth was close to Gaara’s ear, and Neji made sure to make noises with his mouth as he sucked that taste from his thumb. Each lick and suck that the Sand nin heard drew a little whimper of desire from his own wet, pink mouth.

Neji's hand slowly lowered to play with Gaara's nipples--twisting, flicking, and lightly pinching them. In a desparate voice Gaara moaned, “Please, Ji-Ji, please,” as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, first feeling Neji’s hardness behind him and then pushing his cock into the Leaf nin's grip. Neji added his other hand to the one sliding up and down Gaara’s length. He rolled the redhead's cock between his two hands and then clasped them around its length squeezing in a pulsing rhythm to mimic the muscle spasms of an orgasming vagina. "Ah! Fuck! Neji!" sobbed Gaara, "Please!"

Still the Hyuuga said nothing, but he took one hand away from tormenting Gaara's cock to push the redhead's pants down further. He played with Gaara’s balls, squeezing, cupping, tugging at the skin, all while his other hand stroked at a steady pace up and down the firm dick rising out of that nest of bright red curls.

“God, yes, Neji, god, ohhh—I’m close, please, more,” gasped out the half-naked teen.

The Leaf nin bit down on one shaking shoulder, his hand now jerking Gaara rapidly, and forcing one unlubed finger inside his lover's tight puckered asshole.

The Kazekage screamed and arched his back, spraying out a thick white rope of cum. Neji forced another finger into Gaara as the Sand nin shook with the force of his orgasm, the streams of cum shooting up three feet in the air before arcing down, splattering on the redhead's pale white skin and the floor. Gaara’s legs buckled, and Neji’s hand quickly released Gaara’s cock to catch the quivering body now collapsing down onto his fingers. The redhead's weight pushed those fingers in deeper, rubbing his prostate against them, bringing more cries from Gaara, and another, weaker spray of cum from his cock.

The sight, sounds, feel, and smell of the man that he'd lost his viriginity to made Neji himself feel weak, and he slid his back down the wall, lowering them until he was sitting leaning against the wall with his lover in his arms. He pulled his fingers out of Gaara and just watched the panting redhead, collapsed on his lap. Idly he pinched one nipple sharply, enjoying the sight of Gaara crying out, “Ahhh!” and spasming a little on his lap. His hand then went to the red gold pendant he’d given his first lover, tracing the Kanji for love. That made Neji want to look at the Kanji on Gaara’s forehead, so his hands moved to that head with the bright hair, tilting it, so he could look at that equally red symbol above those big green eyes.

“Neji,” whispered Gaara as their eyes met, and the jounin lowered his head to kiss his lover. There was no need for him to say a thing.