Wolves

Wolves
by Mashiro

Naruto fandom, short series, no spoilers
BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke

04 updated: December 4th 2007, Tuesday
chapter has: Sex

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And finally! Here is chapter 4. It didn’t actually take me eight months to write this, but... See, I wrote for two months and then, when I realized I had only managed to get like half of the chapter finished, I decided to put it away until I had finished my other project (Almost Sucks).

This chapter is seriously one of the most difficult things I’ve ever written. Amazingly fun to read, couldn’t have had a better one to read a million times because I needed to get the rest right, but so horrible to write. At least before I got Almost Sucks finished. After that, it got much easier.

I’m really sorry to have kept you waiting. If I had known it would take this much time to finish, I would never have posted the first chapters so early.

Because eight months is a long time, I gave the first three chapters an edit before finishing the fourth chapter. Amazing, wonderful Allys777 was also very kind and beta read the story for me before I updated.

Oh, yes! And I’ve changed my review replying method. I have send a review to the story myself where I wrote the replies. I prefer having the chapters themselves chapters only.

After this chapter there will be a short chapter 5/epilogue. I hope to have it written soon! No eight months of waiting this time, I promise.

Enjoy!

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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Naruto, I am just a fan. This is FAN FICTION.

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04: Super stupid exercise

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It was a super stupid exercise and Naruto had told Kakashi-sensei just that. Kakashi-sensei however, had been stubborn. ‘Just because you don’t understand it, Naruto-kun, doesn’t mean it has to be super stupid.’

Sasuke had snickered (‘ooh... Stop making sounds, you frustrating, delicious bastard!’). Sakura-chan had giggled, although Naruto could see in her eyes that she felt the same way he did. What the hell was the point with him and Sasuke (the mouth-watering, firm-bodied turn-on on amazing legs) teaming up against Kakashi-sensei and Sakura-chan? Weren’t they supposed to be a team? A bigger team!

“But it’s unfair!” Naruto complained.

“I could take Sasuke off your team too if you’d like, Naruto-kun,” Kakashi-sensei said and then he yawned, scratched his neck. Naruto only half-heard the stuff after ‘Sasuke’; and got warm, definitely pleasant shivers as the sound danced through the air - ‘Sasuke...’ Like a name version of a very wet dream.

Before he could stop himself, Naruto threw a quick glance at Sasuke and gritted his teeth when a bunch of mental images charged his mind, causing his heart to jump in his chest and his little brain to jump in his pants.

After his trip to the bath house and his meeting with not-so-girly-after-all Sasuko, the amount of images haunting Naruto had increased dramatically, as had the action in them. It was interesting really; things that Naruto had never been interested in before were suddenly so damned interesting he found it hard to sleep at night. Or rather, he slept, but he kept waking up with either a hard-on or soiled sheets. The time spent doing laundry had sky-rocketed.

Gone were the days when it was just Sasuke-versions of images with girls that Naruto had seen in dirty magazines; like the wet t-shirt image or the ‘showing off a delightful ass and lovely legs with tight and very short shorts’ on. Now there were entirely new images playing in Naruto’s mind. Entirely new and... quite gay images.

Kissing Sasuke until his lips turned red and he panted for air. And moaned for other things.

Jerking him off while using tongue (and occasionally teeth) to play with his nipples.

Naruto had never been interested in guys like that before. He had had a short argument with himself at first and one voice had said that he’d been seeing images of Sasuke for days already, what was the news? But there was news. There was quite a difference between seeing images of Sasuke in various girly poses and outfits because his legs and ass and nipples seemed made for it, and seeing images of him as the guy that he actually was, doing guy stuff, like being jerked off.

Though... it wasn’t like just any guy would do. Naruto had headed off to the book store to check after the first wet dream that involved groping Sasuke’s front below the waist; and while his first meeting with the ‘special’ dirty magazines had indeed resulted in a furious hard-on, it was only after his mind had picked the images he found apart and put them back together again with a different cast. The originals had made his nose scrunch up; the modified ones had been... Oh, yeah... Little brain food had never been so nutritious.

Nope, Naruto was not hot for guys; he was hot for Sasuke. Very hot for Sasuke. He had been trying to avoid the guy as much as possible lately, because the mental images seemed to only get more and more merciless; little brain food doing what little brain food was designed to do.

Sasuke on his back with his legs spread and knees making friends with his elbows.

On his hands and knees with his back arched.

On his stomach on the counter at Ichiraku’s. Ooh, yes...

“Of course,” Kakashi-sensei continued and snapped Naruto back to the world. “That would mean you’d have to work on your teamwork alone, some other day... Say, every day. For at least three wee...”

“I’ll keep him!” Naruto shouted and his voice almost broke in the panic.

“Right!” Kakashi-sensei sang happily. “You hide, we seek, you get two minutes.”

Then the man’s face suddenly darkened.

“And remember. If you lose on purpose you’re going back to school. Go!”

“Why would I lose on purpose!?” Naruto screamed, but Sasuke had already grabbed his arm and started running. Naruto’s little brain was jumping in his pants again. This was such a super stupid exercise!

Ten minutes later Naruto was lying on his stomach on the ground in a bush. Sasuke was lying next to him, so close that Naruto could feel the heat radiating off the guy. So close that his amazing smell tickled Naruto’s nose. It did very bad things to his little brain.

Among the raging thoughts of ‘I’m almost touching his skin! (is it as soft and smooth as it looks?)’, ‘I can see so much of his legs! (the shorts must have been pushed up when he threw himself on the ground)’, ‘I wonder if his nipples are hard? (though if they’re not, I can make them)’, ‘I want to eat him now! (will he taste good with saliva?)’ and ‘I could jump him from here... (how many places would I have time to grope before he knocks me out?)’; there was a small quiet voice wondering if maybe this was what Kakashi-sensei had meant by ‘don’t lose on purpose’. Because Naruto desperately wanted to just stand up and scream ‘here I am!’ before he embarrassed himself. Desperately wanted this to be over so that he could run off to the nearest secluded area and deal with his hard-on.

Why did his life have to suddenly become so complicated? Naruto didn’t ask for much, he just wanted to become Hokage and that was it! Where had he lost his simple ‘eat, sleep, train, do missions, glare at his bastard teammate and ask the other one out’ life? It had been such a nice life... Where was the lost and found counter when you needed it? Why couldn’t Naruto have paid a little more attention in school so that he could have gotten paired up with... with Chouji or maybe Shino? There would have been a much smaller chance of him having impure thoughts about them (the short shorts vision with them was almost as bad as the short shorts vision with Kakashi-sensei for example). Why did Sasuke have to be so hot? Why was the world round and why were bushes so small!?

Naruto wasn’t entirely sure how it happened. Maybe the finer details of ‘what am I thinking?’ and ‘is this really a good idea?’ had been worked out while he was busy agonizing about how his life had gone bad. He should have known that he should have paid more attention. Especially in this dangerous situation. But no.

Before he knew how it had happened or how the reasoning before the action had gone, his hand had planted itself on the back of Sasuke’s thigh, just below the place where the shorts ended (and that was pretty high, because of the whole ‘pushed up while he threw himself on the ground’ thing)

Naruto vaguely noticed that Sasuke flinched and tensed. It was quiet for a moment. No one moved. The birds had stopped singing.

“What?” Sasuke breathed eventually. As if Naruto had grabbed his leg to get his attention about something. Was Sasuke an idiot?

It might have been a good idea to play along with it, but Naruto’s little brain wasn’t very logical and for the moment it had completely overridden his other one.

It was so soft! Just like how it had looked. So warm! So smooth and so... so perfect! The hand moved upwards; he needed more! Under the cloth; further. So soft... The goose bumps didn’t count. Naruto could cry. It was like with the lips that time. So unlike all the other things he knew about Sasuke. How could such an annoying bastard feel so soft?

Naruto heard himself make a whiny little sound as his fingers connected with the curve indicating that he had reached the ass. At that exact moment, Sasuke swirled around, quick as the ninja that he was, and grabbed the wrist of Naruto’s wandering hand; hard.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sasuke hissed, his eyes murderous and his face red; with anger; probably. It wasn’t alcohol this time. Though, fortunately it wasn’t the other way around. Eyes red and face murderous would have been way worse, considering who he was sharing the bush with.

Naruto thought. He really did. And maybe that was the problem, when you thought about what brain was in charge at the moment. At least he had the decency to blush; he felt his cheeks get warm.

“Touching,” he said when he couldn’t think anymore, and gave what, to his muscles, felt like a very dorky, hesitating smile. The truth was best in situations like this, right? There had to have been some ninja somewhere that had said that.

Sasuke’s eyes were so dark and looked so gorgeous when he was angry. Hey! And there was still no sharingan! That was a good sign! At least Naruto hoped so.

“I felt that,” Sasuke hissed and his grip tightened. “Are you suicidal?”

“I couldn’t help myself!”

Sasuke looked at Naruto like he had grown an extra head. And hey... Wouldn’t his creativity get so many more ways to express itself if he did? Grow an extra head... Hell yeah.

“I knew it!” Sasuke hissed eventually, the blush on his cheeks growing. He looked so good with red cheeks; always wore them when Naruto crawled between his legs in the wet dreams or the mental images. “Ever since that retarded drinking game you’ve...”

“It’s not my fault!” Naruto interrupted. “I can’t help that you’re hot!”

“That’s not...!” Sasuke started to hiss; then he seemed to lose his words and sighed harshly instead. Closed his eyes for a moment and looked like he was trying to restrain himself. ‘Breathe, Sasuke, just breathe...’ it looked like.

He wasn’t the only one trying to restrain himself! The memory of the skin burned on Naruto’s palm and his little brain was chanting. ‘Jump him already! Jump him! Jump him!’

“I knew it...” Sasuke hissed again.

A moment of silence and no moving passed (the throbbing in Naruto’s pants didn’t count); then Sasuke gave Naruto’s hand back to him with a shove. He then straightened out his shorts so they covered more of his legs and threw another angry glare at Naruto.

“Control yourself, will you?” he muttered; glanced at the world outside the bush through the branches. “Don’t make me knock you out.”

Then he went back to hiding.

As if Naruto wasn’t already controlling himself! If Sasuke knew how much Naruto was controlling himself, he’d... He’d be so impressed. Or maybe he’d be scared. Naruto went back to hiding too.

It was quiet again. It was like before only worse. Sasuke’s smell was just as strong and now Naruto had the memories in his fingers to go with what his eyes could see. The skin was as soft as it looked and much warmer. And Naruto had touched his ass!

“I’m hard,” Naruto whispered, when he could be silent no longer.

“Naruto!” Sasuke hissed and glared. He was blushing again; or maybe he had never stopped. He looked so tasty when he was blushing. It wasn’t helping Naruto’s predicament one bit.

“I can’t help it!” Naruto whined; fingered the grass and a stone to keep his hands busy. “You can’t help stuff like that, it just happens!”

Sasuke looked absolutely furious. Lightning should have been shooting out from his eyes. Naruto could almost see the wheels spinning quickly in his head as he tried to think of something good to say. In the end he snarled and turned his face away.

“Where the hell is Kakashi?” he growled.

“Why don’t we just switch hiding places and hope he’ll catch us?”

“Because, idiot, this is the best hiding place around here, that’s why I picked it! There’s no reason for us to move, we’re supposed to hide!”

“You don’t have to be rude,” Naruto sniffed.

“Don’t talk to me about rude, you... you pervert!”

“I told you, I can’t help that you’re hot!”

Sasuke foot flew out at that and hit Naruto below the knee. Naruto yelped in pain. Naturally, he sent his own foot right back afterwards as paybacks, but Sasuke was much better at blocking. Damned bastard.

One part of Naruto was kind of relieved, thinking it would be a shame to bruise such fine limbs. Another was thinking it was so unfair. Sasuke shouldn’t be allowed to go around kicking people and get away with it just because he knew how to block. Yet another part was working on a new dirty daydream because Sasuke’s legs had spread apart with that kick, hadn’t they? Spread Sasuke legs combined with Naruto’s little brain resulted in dirty daydreams, duh. Also Sasuke’s nose had wrinkled up in anger and the guy looked so good when he was angry.

It was a union of all those parts of Naruto that came to the conclusion that if Sasuke blocked his punishment kick, it was only right for Naruto to go after him with a punishment pounce. So he pounced.

“Wha..? Naruto!”

“You kicked me!”

“You... kicked me back!”

“But you blocked!”

They wrestled around a bit; the bush was actually quite spacious. Naruto wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to do; though he was fairly sure that Sasuke was trying to stop him and that was reason enough to keep going. This was a super stupid exercise; Naruto had said that from the start, hadn’t he? And where the hell was Kakashi-sensei? And Sakura-chan? Naruto was suddenly, in the middle of wrestling, struck with the idea that maybe that stupid sensei was doing this on purpose, to mess with Naruto’s head. And Sasuke’s head too for that matter. But Sakura-chan would never have let that happen... Unless she didn’t know. That was quite possible.

At first Naruto thought it was a weapon; a kunai gone slightly astray. But it seemed like a very strange place to have a kunai. Then he figured it must be a bone. But... There were no bones there. At least not like that. Naruto was slightly ashamed it took him so long to figure it out. Maybe his dirty brain had been working too hard lately and was tired.

When he did figure it out, Naruto couldn’t wrestle anymore. The surprise made his muscles unwilling to move and he could only watch as Sasuke quickly finished the bush wrestling match and pushed him to the ground. After that it was quiet. Except Sasuke’s panting; Naruto held his breath.

For a millisecond or two Sasuke was oblivious; frustrated and angry and frowning because of the wrestling. Then he realized the same thing Naruto had realized; and he realized that Naruto had realized. Utter horror looked strange on him. And that must be the most intense blush the guy had ever worn. Even his ears were red.

Sasuke had ended up on top, that was what happened when you wrestled and your opponent stopped wrestling back. One of his hands was on the ground, close to Naruto’s throat, and the other was pressing down on Naruto’s shoulder. Naruto had one hand gripping one of Sasuke’s sleeves, the other was holding on to Sasuke’s collar. Sasuke had a couple of twigs in his fringe that made him look messier than he usually looked. Their faces were pretty close.

But it wasn’t the hands or the twigs or the faces that were interesting. It was the below the waist stuff that was interesting.

At some point during the wrestling, Sasuke had managed to straddle Naruto’s hips; now his legs were folded and his knees pressed against Naruto’s ribs. His ass hovered over Naruto’s crotch (the little brain was very happy about that) and his hard-on was pressing against Naruto’s stomach. Yes. His hard-on. There was something very wrong with the world today. Or very right, depending on how you chose to see it.

It was highly uncomfortably silent and still for a moment. Sasuke had stopped panting when he noticed and was horror-struck and the birds had stopped singing. Again. Nothing moved. Except the emotions on Sasuke’s face. The horror was replaced by embarrassment, which was replaced by anger, which was replaced by even more embarrassment. Something that could only be described as ‘how the hell did this happen!?’ came as well. And now and then horror jumped back into the game. It was like a very fast and flashy show of fireworks.

Half of Naruto was pouting because Sasuke was a stingy bastard for not showing such raw emotions more often. He looked damn adorable in them! The other half worried about what Sasuke would do once he got the control of his muscles back. What if these were Naruto’s last moments alive? He wouldn’t have time to become Hokage! Though, he suppose, he hadn’t been thinking about that as much lately. Damned hormones.

The emotion fireworks calmed down before the muscle control came back. Slowed down gradually before stopping completely. Though it didn’t stop on burning fury accompanied by the sharingan as Naruto had thought; feared. It stopped on a kind of determination that was confusing at first.

Sasuke started breathing again. Let the air out of his lungs in a long, patient huff as if he wasn’t at all embarrassed or scared or angry or anything. As if he hadn’t held his breath for a really long time. Naruto took that as a cue and drew a deep breath as well.

Determination. The dark eyes did shoot lightning bolts of fury; they carried sort of the look of one that had just decided to jump off a cliff. A very high cliff where even a ninja landing wouldn’t save you. Naruto had time to frown and wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing before Sasuke made almost all logical thoughts run screaming away from the bush.

With a smile.

Naruto had received very few good smiles from Sasuke. Mostly when the Sasuke-bastard smiled at Naruto he did that teasing ‘you suck and I don’t’ smile that made Naruto so frustrated he could work himself into a coma just to prove the guy wrong. Sometimes Naruto got the ‘so try to come and get me’ smiles. He liked those. They also made him able to work himself into a coma, but in a better way; because it felt like the sort of rival and sort of friend acknowledged that Naruto was there and had potential. Because it sort of felt like Sasuke was waiting for him. On very rare occasions, Naruto received a real smile. A warm one that said ‘I’m glad to have you here’. At those times the ‘sort of’ part of ‘sort of friend’ was washed away and Naruto felt like he had finally arrived at that place those other smiles made him want reach.

This smile however, Naruto had never seen before. It sort of was a mix between the ‘you suck’ smile and the ‘come and get me’ smile. A very erotic mix. Seduction. It could only be described as seduction. Together with the equally never seen before body language that Sasuke suddenly exhibited, the state of Naruto’s mind, and the situation they were in... It was deadly. Naruto’s heart started beating so fiercely that he worried for his ribs.

Sasuke leaned forward; shifted his hips against Naruto and bent his arms. He lowered himself. Slowly, deliberately. His warmth came closer and the gap between their chests grew smaller; as did the distance between their faces.

Naruto had been forced to stop breathing again, but Sasuke kept at it. A slow, collected panting that made sounds that marched right down to Naruto’s little brain and teased it ruthlessly. Sasuke’s blush had calmed down somewhat from the original burning red, but could still be seen. The dark eyes glittering with seduction were mesmerizing.

The tiny, tiny part of Naruto that could still think clearly was screaming ‘what the hell is wrong with today? Where is my world? Who stole my ice cube of a teammate that only gets close to people when he wants to punch or kick them and definitely never acts like this when he does that?’ But... Yes. It was only a tiny, tiny part of him.

When the two-minutes-ago-normal teammate on top stopped moving their bodies were pressed together from head to ankles. Sasuke had the side of his head pressed to the side of Naruto’s head; the warm rhythm and sound of his panting beating down on Naruto’s senses like few things had done before. Their chests might as well have been glued together, synchronized in their heaving; one breathed/panted in as the other breathed/panted out.

The lower parts of their bodies were just as close. Their legs walked different paths (Sasuke’s spread and on either side of Naruto’s; Naruto’s more together and... err... surrounded) but both hips had tilted so that the bulge in Naruto’s pants could properly introduce itself to the bulge in Sasuke’s shorts. (‘Heeello, gorgeous... Why are you standing here all alone? I’ll keep you company.’) While part of Naruto’s bulge was slightly depressed that Sasuke’s ass was so much further away now, it couldn’t really complain and get away with it. Besides, Naruto’s hands pointed out, the ass was perfectly positioned for groping now.

The only parts of them that weren’t slicked together yet were their arms. Sasuke’s were curled around Naruto’s head and Naruto’s were lying on the ground, quite unable to move at the moment. Not that more togetherness was needed.

With a thrust of his hips and a murmured chuckle in Naruto’s ear, Sasuke said the three magical words.

“How about it?”

‘Is Kakashi-sensei a pervert and would Sakura-chan faint if you asked her out? Hell yeah! Though you might have to skip training and missions for the next week or so unless you want to explain the limp.’

Err... No. Too much enthusiasm. And way too high hopes. Guy rubbing his dick against someone translates to him wanting that someone to screw him? Only in the dirty magazines, Naruto was sadly assured.

‘How about you tell me where you’ve hidden the Sasuke-bastard, you evil, teasing look-alike that I want to marry!’

No. He couldn’t say that. What a mood killer.

“Eh, um... I think... Err... I mean...” Naruto stammered before he managed to stop himself. Squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed. This was so silly. His little brain was practically screaming in frustration.

‘Excuse me!? Are you really the idiot he says you are? Grwaah! He’s asking for it, take advantage already! Screw the details! No, screw him!’

No. Couldn’t say that either. Every good ninja knew that sharing your little brain’s thoughts were social suicide, and Naruto definitely did not want to commit social suicide right now. ‘And what did we just decide five seconds ago about the screwing?’

Naruto took a deep breath. Came to a conclusion. Yeah. That would have to do. It was gutsy but... Or was it really that gutsy? In this situation it might be pretty normal to... No, no, it was gutsy. Sasuke doing things to others and Sasuke allowing others to do things to him were two very different things.

It was gutsy, but it was the best option. Desperate times and all that.

So Naruto lifted his arms; they were shaking slightly but they obeyed. His palms felt sticky, but hopefully the bastard would be too occupied with other things to notice. As always with him and Sasuke, when words didn’t work, hands would have to do the talking.

Despite his displayed confidence just heartbeats before, Sasuke flinched when the palms landed on his ass. It wasn’t really slaps but the sound could have fooled someone; a little more force and it probably would have been. The momentum pressed Sasuke further down on Naruto and Naruto further into the forest floor. There may or may not have been a little squeak from Sasuke as it did. Could have been just Naruto’s imagination.

“I’ve got nothing else planned,” Naruto said and hoped it didn’t sound as dorky to Sasuke as it did to him. It was good. Very ‘open for everything but not hoping for all of it’. And that was needed because he didn’t really know exactly what Sasuke had in mind, now did he? As an afterthought Naruto gave the firm, yet soft cheeks under his hands (some layers of clothing between, of course... for now) a squeeze.

Damn. He must be suicidal today. But Sasuke had started it, hadn’t he? Stupid bastard. He shouldn’t be throwing himself at people like this if he didn’t want to get groped, come on!

Sakura-chan wouldn’t buy that though, would she? If she for some reason happened to walk in to the bush around now. She’d blame it all on Naruto being a pervert and punch his teeth out. Or rip his balls off. Probably the latter. Or both.

And Kakashi-sensei would be laughing. Or just smiling like it was everyday stuff and act like nothing had happened. Though while acting like nothing had happened, he would spend the rest of his life saying stuff with double meanings and imply perverted things. Naruto would be the most teased Hokage in history most likely.

All because Sasuke couldn’t keep his gorgeous self away. He just had to throw himself at Naruto when Naruto’s mind was this fragile and unstable. And Sasuke walked around calling Naruto an idiot. Sasuke was the idiot! The bastard!

How the hell had this happened!?

Of course; another part of Naruto’s brain (together with his little one) was celebrating the fact that his hands once again could meet with the soft, warm and quite perfect behind of his gloomy-natured teammate. It was like it melted together with his palms, such a perfect palm-shape! Had the guy been made for groping? And it was even better this time than it had been before; even with the layers of clothing. He hadn’t really touched the ass before, had he? Just grazed it slightly before Sasuke had swirled out of reach, all flustered and angry.

Hey, and why had he been angry back then if he was okay with crawling all over Naruto now? Breathing seductively and asking for it? Was it just the whole ‘I can touch you but don’t you dare touch me’ thing that Naruto wasn’t exactly sure that Sasuke had going, but wouldn’t be surprised if he did? Because the guy was complicated like that. So would Naruto get kicked out of the bush now for doing stuff back?

He didn’t know how much time passed between the butt-squeeze and Sasuke’s next move. Could have been a second, could have been two; could have been five minutes. It sort of just melted away, that time; disappeared in the swirl of confused thoughts, worrying and wonder; pleasurable tingles from where their bodies were touching (almost everywhere).

Sasuke didn’t start kicking. He nuzzled the side of his head to Naruto’s neck and one of his hands came closer to wrap around Naruto’s head; fingers gripping hair, not painfully hard but not soft either. His hips shifted in a thrust down and Naruto had to make a moan-ish sound and close his eyes at the friction.

“Good,” Sasuke hissed; the lack of space between his mouth and Naruto’s ear distorting the sound. Low, growling and not quite the playful seduction from before. Like he was desperate, frustrated, almost angry.

Sasuke pushed himself closer again, hard. Friction. Damned delicious, breathtaking friction. It bordered on hurting; in a good way hurting. Naruto’s hands squeezed again, though it was more of a reflex than a conscious decision.

The other of Sasuke’s hands moved. Traveled down. The pressure from his hips eased up a little and the hand groped its way between their bodies; started fumbling with opening Naruto’s pants. Naruto groaned and pushed upwards.

It didn’t take long for the hand to get in; push underwear aside and wrap around the very hard hard-on. And then it moved. Naruto groaned again, louder and more desperate. Squirmed. His hands had started a slow, rhythmic grope and squeeze dance over Sasuke’s ass that it was amazing he got away with.

The little brain was cheering. ‘Good boy! That’s my delicious teammate sidekick! I knew you were useful for something.’

“Oh... damn,” Naruto whimpered. Because really. Oh, damn. Sasuke chuckled and the sound rumbled against Naruto’s ear. The guy was good. Lots of training maybe? Somehow, despite this and the days of dirty fantasies about him, it was difficult seeing Sasuke as a guy jerking off in his room by himself.

Having someone else to it to you was quite different from doing it yourself. Definitely different. And it wasn’t just anyone either, it was the delicious Sasuke-bastard! This was like a scene taken straight from Naruto’s fantasies, at least the beginning of them.

“You will return the favor later,” Sasuke said. No questions. No ‘I hope you will’ or ‘would you?’ You will, Sasuke said. Like he was the hero and Naruto was the obedient sidekick. The statement would have bothered the hell out of Naruto in any other situation, but here it only served to bring him further up that mountain of pleasure that could only end in messy, pale fireworks all over those amazingly skilled fingers.

“Oh... You bet I will,” Naruto moaned. Sasuke chuckled again. It was quite remarkable what being horny could do to your tolerance.

Sasuke cheated a little though; pulled his fingers away and let the inside of Naruto’s pants take the fireworks. Not that it really mattered; at least not at toe-curling, star-invoking first. Not even the rumbling amused chuckle on his throat mattered. Not Sasuke wiping his hand off on Naruto’s stomach.

“My turn,” the bastard said.

“Just a second...” Naruto moan-mumbled as his chest rose and fell. He opened his eyes to stare at strands of dark hair and bush-roof. Let one of his hands lazily wander from the ass to Sasuke’s back.

It only took half a minute or so before the Sasuke-bastard got impatient; grabbed the hand on his back and guided it to his front instead. A lazy grin crawled onto Naruto’s lips.

“You’re that eager for me?”

“You say that like you didn’t just grope me because you couldn’t help yourself.”

“I’m not the one that got hard because of said groping.”

“Oh? You only had to watch?”

It could have been a nice, fore-play sparring with words; perfectly suited for them. They were sort of rivals after all. Unfortunately, there wasn’t nearly enough smugness to the bastard’s voice. Naruto found his lazy grin melt away, taking the blissful after-glow with it. Sasuke was pissed off.

“Move,” Sasuke-bastard growled. Wrapped his hand around Naruto’s hand and then wrapped them both around his dick. Didn’t even wait for Naruto to respond before he started stroking. (Why would he need Naruto’s hand if he was gonna do it himself?) “Or have you been fantasizing about me so much lately you’ve worn yourself out for the real thing?”

Ha. If he only knew how much fantasizing had taken place; how many times Naruto’s sheets and underwear had met the inside of the washing machine. And he should know better than to question Naruto’s endurance. Fantasies were just the appetizer. Naruto would always be ready for the real thing.

He would have said so too; all of it, but Sasuke didn’t ask because he wanted to know. He asked because he thought it would goad Naruto into action. Because Sasuke wasn’t playing, Sasuke was pissed off. Sasuke couldn’t keep his hand still. ‘Get it over with and go back to hiding,’ was what he was really saying. Why did Sasuke have to be angry all the time? Couldn’t he just enjoy the stuff that was meant to be enjoyed?

Naruto closed his eyes for a second and sighed. His pants were messy. His fingers were getting messier with every stroke. Okay, so he was being an idiot. Sasuke’s legs were squeezing his hips, Sasuke’s breathing was uneven. He was needy! He was asking for it! Naruto was pathetically few uses of muscles away from something he had been fantasizing about for what felt like forever. He should just... take advantage already. But his little brain hadn’t quite recovered enough to get back in charge and the rest of him felt the mood had turned sour.

Naruto sighed again and opened his eyes.

He had planned to get over himself and just help the bastard get off, because Sasuke had been nice and done him. Wouldn’t do to be stingy about stuff like that. Then they could get cleaned up (the inside of Naruto’s pants was really starting to bother him) and go back to hiding like Sasuke seemed to want so badly. It would be much easier to share the bush when that was out of their systems.

And who knew! Maybe they’d do it again sometime. Another day, another week, or just some minutes of hiding later. Sasuke was a teenager too, right? He had a little brain and out-of-control hormones. (Why else would he jerk himself off with Naruto’s hand in a bush in the middle of a training session?) They could help each other out.

That was what he had planned to do. Fortunately, Sasuke had shifted while Naruto’s eyes were hidden behind their eyelids and the shifting had put things so that the first thing Naruto saw when he could see again was Sasuke’s face.

Blushing, forehead frowned in concentration, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

Then Naruto glanced down and a snake of warm lightning curled around the inside of him. The shorts had been opened and underwear pushed aside. Sasuke was jerking like he was alone in his room and only had his own hand.

Were his wallpapers lucky or what?

The little brain woke up with a scream of terror. ‘What the hell did you almost not do!?’

Naruto swallowed. Then he took firm grip on Sasuke’s ass with the hand he had available and flipped them around.

Sasuke hit the ground with a ‘thump’ and lost his rhythm. Hand lost its grip on Naruto’s.

“Hey!”

That glare was damned erotic now that the little brain was back in business.

“You’re playing without me,” Naruto made sure to make it slow and firm as he pulled his hand away. Sasuke’s glare stumbled, lost some of its intensity, and he inhaled sharply through his nose.

“No, I wasn’t,” the bastard hissed through gritted teeth when he could. Grabbed the retreated hand by the wrist and tried to make it come back again. Naruto was less distracted now though and hence stronger.

“You’re just proving me right, you know,” he purred through a smile that he knew would drive his sort of rival crazy. “You’re that eager for me.”

“I’m eager for something,” the last word was almost spat, but Sasuke had stopped pulling at the wrist. “If you’re going to back down from returning the favor you owe me, I’ll...”

“I’ll give you something,” Naruto interrupted. Pushed himself further in between those heavenly, if a bit too covered up at the moment, limbs and reached for Sasuke’s face with his.

It was a perfect moment for a kiss; very natural reflex. But about a hard-on’s length from the lips, Naruto noticed the surprise mixed with disbelief rising to fill Sasuke’s dark, gorgeous eyes, and stopped himself. A cold lightning snake ran down his spine. Sasuke’s hands had flown up to grab the arms of Naruto’s jacket.

It would have been a perfect moment for a kiss and very natural... if they had been dating. And they weren’t. Sasuke’s eyes and hands said that much. Of course they weren’t dating!

‘But if we’re not dating, if he’s not interested in kissing, what the hell are we doing?’ one part of Naruto almost whined and started to feel bad again. The little brain was awake and ready this time though; crushed the idiot part like the possibly-lethal-if-kept-alive bug that it was.

Being the expert improviser that he was, Naruto quickly turned the half-horrified ‘did I just almost do that?’ look he had to be wearing to a ‘thought I’d do it, didn’t you?’ one. Sasuke’s increasing blush told him the bastard had thought he would do it. Naruto grinned.

Then he stuck his tongue out and slowly licked the gorgeous thing from chin to ear. Sasuke tensed and the hands squeezed Naruto’s jacket in what had to be a reflex. They were pressed close enough that Naruto could feel every twitch in the body beneath him. The cheek was smooth and tasted salt, dirt and sex. The last flavor was probably only there because it was Sasuke.

“You’ll get yours,” Naruto murmured against the ear he had reached. Tongued and nipped around it.

“Before or after you chew my ear off?” Sasuke grumbled. He sounded embarrassed. And frustrated. Like he didn’t quite know what to say or do. He sounded like he was perfectly okay with how this had turned out, only he didn’t want to be.

And that, to Naruto’s reasoning, sounded like Sasuke was putty. A kunai left in a forge. Nori soaked in ramen. (Better not say anything about that to the bastard though; some things were better to be in denial about.)

“It’s called foreplay,” Naruto couldn’t stop smiling.

But there were more to foreplay than just ears. He gave one last suck on Sasuke’s by now shiny with saliva earlobe and sat back on his legs. The hands on his jacket let go. Naruto shifted his knees a bit further under Sasuke’s thighs. They could be resting against his ribs before long. Naked ribs and naked knees...

‘If we’re taking things that far!’ the reasonable part of Naruto’s brain screamed to the little one.

And of course, unless Sasuke changed his mind about having company in this and left the bush to take care of his hard-on alone. Sadly, seeing the face the sort of rival spread out on the ground was making, that very unfortunate possibility wasn’t as unlikely as Naruto would have liked it to be.

Yes, Sasuke was still putty. He was there and Naruto’s balls were intact, that said a lot. He was also still blushing and had let his hands drop to the ground instead of stuffing them in his pockets or crossing his arms over his chest. He let his legs stay spread, his hard-on was still hard and his chest was heaving.

But there were less promising signs to Putty Sasuke as well. His eyes were narrowed, his mouth a tightly-closed line and one of his brows was raised in an ‘are you quite finished yet?’ Like he was terribly displeased.

It was faked, of course, the displeasure. It was so transparent that writing ‘keep going forever’ in big, bold, capital, red letters on his forehead protector, wouldn’t have made it any clearer. The Leaf symbol could have been the ’o’ in ‘going’. A bit unbalanced, but who would have cared about that?

The problem was that Sasuke could take faking so far when he wanted to. It made no sense what so ever to Naruto, but the bastard walked away from the things he wanted more than he walked towards them. Especially if it was something that would make him seem weak, like getting rid of sexual frustration with someone other than himself. Yes, Sasuke was an idiot, and if Naruto could have picked someone else to get the hots for, he gladly would have. But, as it was, this was the gorgeous guy that had gotten cold beer spilt on him in Naruto’s room, so this was the guy Naruto was stuck with.

Although that brought the focus right back to the right thing, didn’t it? And to taking advantage of the opportunity while it was still there so that Naruto wouldn’t have to cry in case Sasuke walked away too early. ‘Cause there was something he just had to see. Touch. Taste.

“I’ve heard it feels really good to have your nipples touched.”

“Where did you hear that?” Sasuke sounded suspicious and not at all impressed; though his blush did get a notch more intense it seemed like. He squirmed a little, probably without meaning to.

“Don’t remember,” Naruto said. Because he didn’t remember and because that was not the point at all.

He inched his hands under the black shirt covering what should be Konoha’s most treasured chest; slightly, slightly at first; for a moment palms only stroked against shorts. Then fingertips reached skin and Sasuke flinched. Naruto’s hard-on and heart flinched too. If he hadn’t been so mesmerized by the line of skin growing thicker as the shirt rode up higher, he would have seen Sasuke make fists of his hands against the ground.

While Naruto had seen this skin many times before, as with the time they had been drinking, this was special. Goose bumps had risen to decorate the pale expanse like a pattern. The flat stomach tensed and relaxed without purpose and heartbeats made Sasuke’s navel thump rhythmically. Faster than usual? Was he growing harder down where Naruto couldn’t see anymore? Had his nipples hardened where Naruto couldn’t see just yet?

Ribs. Naruto supposed that how he was stretched out made Sasuke look skinnier than he actually was, or he would have had health issues. The skin formed slopes from his ribcage. Sasuke exhaled shakily when Naruto took some time to softly trace the bones with his fingers, before continuing upwards.

The nipples had grown hard. For a moment Naruto just watched. Tight, small buttons of... whatever the hell nipples were made of. Skin? There had to be more than just skin, right? Why were they darker than the rest of the chest? How could something so small and so seemingly normal cause so much ruckus?

“You heard it feels really good to have them stared at too?” Sasuke grumbled and brought Naruto out of his study.

For a second Naruto frowned in annoyance. Didn’t the bastard know how much he had been fantasizing about this moment? Couldn’t he be allowed a bit more than two seconds to enjoy it? Then Naruto realized he had leaned closer without noticing, his nose now only a small nudge from touching Sasuke’s skin. The annoyance jumped away and ‘he deserves some paybacks for that’ delight took its place.

“You’re right,” he said, making sure that the air from his words hit the closest tight nub. Couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I shouldn’t waste time not touching you.”

Naruto stuck his tongue out again and met the nipple with it first. Celebrated at the flinch travelling through his ‘spoiler of fun and paying for it’ teammate, before dipping his head lower and taking the reversed star fully into his mouth.

Naruto’s jacket got grabbed again and a muffled, very interesting sound came from Sasuke’s throat. Not a bad sound; not bad grabbing either. Reflexes. Followed by neither punching nor kicking. Naruto rewarded himself by sucking.

He soon realized there were a lot of things you could do with the combination mouth and nipple. There were teeth, tongue, lips, suction, breath. There were the whole nipple (with all the surrounding stuff included), only the surrounding stuff, only a part of the surrounding stuff, only the hard, sticking up, in-the-middle part. A lot of possible combinations. If you included variations with more than just two things; both suction and teeth on nipple, for example... the possibilities increased dramatically. And that was just the mouth. No, that wasn’t true; it was just the parts of the mouth that Naruto had discovered he could use.

If you also included variations where you used your fingers together with your mouth, the possibilities increased yet again; and there were two of them! Nipples, that is. (Naruto remembered the other one after some playing with the first and let his hand wander to keep it company; poor lonely thing.) All in all... There were enough to these little, a-week-or-so-ago-innocent-looking things to keep a guy busy for a long time.

At least until his teammate got tired of being played with. Not that Sasuke didn’t like it. No, he liked it; definitely. His hands gripped and now and then his legs squirmed; he breathed unevenly and louder than usual, and sometimes one of those sounds slipped free again and could keep the taste and feel of the nipples company on the way to stimulating Naruto’s hard-on. They had all only just met today but were already good friends, the taste and feel of the nipples, those sounds and Naruto’s hard-on. Oh yeah, and Sasuke’s hard-on was even harder now. Naruto could feel it rub against him as Sasuke pushed with his hips. Like with the legs, not a lot; probably not even consciously (of course not, that would be admitting it was nice and who knew what that would do to the world...), but it was there.

Still, Sasuke had had enough. It was probably the pleasure build up. One of the hands left Naruto’s jacket and grabbed onto his hair. Yanked. Not as hard as he could have yanked, but not gentle either. Naruto yelped and regretted he’d chosen that moment to use tongue instead of teeth. Teeth would have served the bastard right.

Though on the other hand, was it really right to punish the poor, cute nipple because Sasuke refused to enjoy what he liked?

“Are you finished yet?” Sasuke wanted to know. His glare was trying to hide his hunger for more.

Naruto glared back, grumbled and rubbed his scalp.

“You’re so impatient.”

“I’d rather we got this over with before someone finds us.”

Okay, so he did have a point there. Naruto had completely forgotten about Kakashi-sensei, Sakura-chan and the fact that this was an exercise. Not all that super stupid anymore though, maybe Kakashi-sensei had been right. Though, Naruto strongly doubted that this was what the man had been hiding when he said ‘you don’t understand it’. Err... He slightly doubted and seriously, very strongly hoped that this was what the man had been hiding.

“You haven’t even gotten your shorts off yet,” Naruto hurried to say before that insane thought could grow too rebellious.

“Yeah,” Sasuke’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Because you’ll probably get lost if you’re not looking.”

“Get lost and end up where?”

It was only after he had said it that Naruto remembered what area of the body they were talking about. Where would you end up if you got lost while looking for a hard-on? Weren’t that many things down there. There was the hard-on (but if you found that you wouldn’t be lost) and there were balls (but weren’t they sort of part of the hard-on? And even if they weren’t, could you find them without finding it?). That left... really just one thing (Naruto assumed you’d know you’d gone too far if you found legs).

Naruto’s face had gotten warm. He decided he shouldn’t try to look Sasuke in the eyes for a while; only to do it anyway half a second later because that was what always happened to decisions like that.

‘Or maybe I’m just too hung up on the screwing fantasies?’

Sasuke was blushing too, even more than usual. His eyes said that he was very aware of what Naruto had just said in response to what he had just said; and desperately wanted to turn back time so he could say something better.

‘...maybe I’m not the only one with screwing fantasies...?’

Thinking that, Naruto blushed even more; and seeing that, Sasuke blushed even more too. Vicious cycle.

The bush had grown very silent. No birds singing outside and no heavy breathing. Sasuke’s chest was still bare and one of his nipples (and the area around it) was shiny.

This was stupid! Sasuke hadn’t meant that! He hadn’t even said that. He had just said that Naruto was an idiot that needed to use his eyes to find his way around someone’s crotch. He had said it to be a smart ass, not because he wanted... well... It made no sense!

“You...” Naruto laughed nervously. “...trying to tell me something?”

‘Uzumaki, what the hell are you saying?’ said a part of his brain to the rest of it. He was such an idiot. Sasuke should kick him.

“No,” Sasuke said quickly; blushed more and looked away. Snorted.

Did they even know they were talking about the same thing? It sure both sounded and felt like it, but how did they know? If Sasuke’s comment was so difficult to confuse with a comment about screwing. And it was. So how did they?

“‘Cause...” Naruto found himself continuing. “If you’re interested... we could... I mean, I wouldn’t mind...”

‘Stop talking!’

“I’m not,” Sasuke interrupted.

Even though it was completely absurd, for some reason the Sasuke now saying ‘I’m not’ felt just as faking as the Sasuke before, that had said ‘are you finished yet?’, when he had really wanted to scream ‘keep going forever’.

“Why the hell would I want... that?” Sasuke was grumbling, bordered on rambling. “I was just saying...”

For a moment it seemed like he was trying to remember what he had said, like he had forgotten even though it was only like a minute ago. His voice trailed off. He was damned tense; from his face probably all the way down to his toes. His hard-on had softened. The guy probably would give anything to get to sink through the ground and burrow his way to another village.

And then... something changed. Like that time (it felt like hours ago) when they had wrestled and Sasuke had realized he was hard and that Naruto knew and first he had been all horrified and emotional fireworks but then he had gone all determined and seducing and ‘how about it?’ He did the same thing here. Now. Only with less emotional fireworks (he just closed his eyes for a long time and opened them again and had changed) and from embarrassment instead of from horror. And instead of to determination and seduction, Sasuke went to a softly teasing and almost smirking:

“You didn’t bring any lube anyway.”

Like ‘too bad, because that could have been fun’.

The look on Sasuke went straight to Naruto’s hard-on. Yes, it had gone a bit soft because of all that embarrassment, but now it was getting better. Naruto himself was confused as hell, but his hard-on was all better.

It wasn’t the annoying ‘you suck and I don’t’ teasing and smirking. That was real teasing and smirking; this was just softly and almost. It made a huge difference. Just the right amount and it was so hot.

Sasuke laid there on his back; legs spread and hands resting lazily at his sides; shorts open, underwear slightly tenting; shirt pulled up and nipples exposed (one of them amazing little things shining with saliva and both of them hard); hair messy and face gorgeously blushed; eyes sparkling and lips curled in a ‘too bad you didn’t bring any lube or we would have been pretty busy getting these clothes off me and those clothes off you right about now...’ And not in the joking way either, they really would have been busy getting their clothes off; if Naruto had brought lube.

How could Naruto not have brought lube!?

Okay, so maybe that wasn’t so strange. Duh. What could possibly happen during training that he would need lube for? This did not count. If Naruto had to plan for stuff that was as unlikely as this thing was every time he left home, he wouldn’t dare to step outside the door! Seriously. Get stuck in a bush with Sasuke, get horny and have Sasuke get horny too. It just didn’t happen. What normal thing could possibly happen that he would need lube for?

But... was that really the point? If it was just about having not lube, they could get some! Somewhere. They could go back to town. Sasuke could check the stores while Naruto cleaned up his apartment. Changed the sheets. And if there absolutely was no lube to be found anywhere, they could improvise! Naruto was the master of improvisation. His imagination knew no limits. The power of his creativity scared both his enemies and his friends. He...

“I have lube,” Naruto said and the words were as surprising to him as they were to Sasuke.

“Excuse me?” Sasuke frowned. He looked like he didn’t quite know whether Naruto was joking or not.

Though that would only make it fair, right? Naruto had no idea whether Sasuke had been joking when he gave his ‘darn, if only we had lube’ comment. But it was a pretty lame way to get out of getting screwed, wasn’t it? If he wanted to get out of it, better to say ‘hell no’ or just start kicking. So either Sasuke turned into an idiot if you sucked on his nipples or he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of Naruto’s dick introducing itself to his ass. Even though that sounded completely ridiculous.

“Hang on a second.”

Naruto started patting his clothes and digging around in his pockets, his bags, his stashes; every little corner of every container he could find. Eventually he found what he was looking for. With a ‘ha!’ he pulled out a small jar and held it in the air.

“You did not bring lube to training,” Sasuke said. Naruto looked at him and found that most of the confidence from before had disappeared and a soft emotional show of fireworks had started to sparkle on his features. Nervousness, worry, ‘what the hell did I say? I’m such an idiot!’ Sasuke sat up. The distance between their faces shortened.

“It’s not technically lube,” Naruto said and opened the jar. Sniffed at the content; took a little and rubbed it between a finger and his thumb. “Got it from Hinata. I’m supposed to use it when I get hurt.”

He gave a nervous grin. He could feel his own heart beating.

“That’s why there’s so much left.”

The stuff was slippery. Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hand by the wrist and pressed his fingers to Naruto’s to feel the “lube”. Fingers smeared against each other. Slippery. Naruto found it hard to tear his eyes away from the mess between them.

Sasuke was changing his mind now, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t seriously go as far as to do that, would he? The guy hadn’t even wanted to kiss. Why would he let Naruto screw him if a kiss freaked him out?

Naruto wondered where his pushy little brain had run off to. If it had been in charge, Naruto would have done anything to keep Sasuke from changing his mind. He felt soft. Like he was the putty.

“Fine,” Sasuke said and sounded as nervous as he probably should sound. Naruto looked up from the smearing fingers in surprise. Sasuke looked as nervous as he sounded. Lots of emotional fireworks. He didn’t take his eyes off their fingers.

His eyes closed. For a moment the dark, gorgeous, nervous things stayed behind their lids. Then, just like before, the eyes opened again and Sasuke was softly teasing and almost smirking again. His eyes met Naruto’s.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

Naruto felt suddenly on fire; there was something about the reality of it. Something about Naruto’s heart pounding, not only because he was horny but also because he was nervous. So damned different from the daydreams or dreams or fantasies or visions. He was never nervous in them and Sasuke never looked this ‘on top’.

Naruto slipped their fingers apart, leaned closer, closed his eyes, grabbed a hold of Sasuke’s hair. And kissed him.

In some part of his brain he registered how Sasuke’s ‘on top’ look was ripped away by surprise and ‘h-hey, what are you...!?’, just like last time. Sasuke’s hands flew up and grabbed onto Naruto’s jacket just like last time too. Unlike last time though, Naruto didn’t let that discourage him. If Sasuke wanted to ‘do it’ then he was gonna have to handle some kissing because Naruto did not screw guys he hadn’t kissed.

Okay, so technically they had kissed already, even if that didn’t really count. And okay, if Sasuke had specifically said ‘I’m not taking no tongue in my mouth, but your dick in my ass is okay’, Naruto probably wouldn’t have been stubborn about it. But he hadn’t said anything like that. Sasuke was just being silly. So Naruto pressed his lips against his mouth.

For a moment Sasuke seemed to have turned to stone. Stiff everywhere. Then he seemed to melt. The hard, tense lips against Naruto’s grew soft and the grip of his hands and his body and the very air around him. He shuddered an uneven breath through his nose. Made a soft, almost whiny sound in his throat.

The first press of lips against lips was just that; lips pressed together. No movement. Naruto marveled at how he remembered. Sasuke’s lips had felt a lot like this that last time, years ago, even though many things were different now (this was a choice first of all, at least from Naruto’s point of view; not an accident). The lips were still wet and still soft. Still unlike all the other things Naruto had since then learned about his sort of friend and sort of rival.

Sasuke’s lips pulled back, and Naruto panicked. He couldn’t leave! ‘I’m sorry for kissing you! Come back so I can do it again!’ They were only gone for a heartbeat though; then they came back. Pressed against Naruto’s and then opened slightly; let out a warm and impossibly wet and soft tongue. It barely had time to touch Naruto’s lips before Naruto opened his mouth too and reached out with his own tongue to say ‘hi, long time no see.’ His other hand lifted and pressed to the side of Sasuke’s face.

Naruto quickly realize though, that a kiss was cleaner and more straightened out when only one of the kissers moved their lips. And he supposed that made sense. It had to be easier to move your lips against something that was still than to move them against something that tried to move against you. Even though they still went sort of slow, they kept missing each other. Lips fell into mouths when it wasn’t planned and teeth banged into teeth.

Was this Sasuke’s first ‘kiss by choice’ too? Probably. He couldn’t have had any practice at all. There wasn’t any ugly girlfriend, was there?

But at the same time it felt much better when Sasuke kissed back. It felt more alive and more together. Did more things to Naruto’s little brain. A lot more. He suspected that it would be great once they got the hang of it. Like with a difficult jutsu. It took time and a lot of practice; but it was worth the effort.

When they pulled back from each other they were panting. Sasuke’s breaths were beating hard against Naruto’s mouth and cooling his wet lips. They had been using their noses for breathing, but only now and then. It was distracting, this kissing thing, hard to think about stuff like breathing. Easier to hold your breath until you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“You’re a bad kisser,” Sasuke mumbled and licked his lips.

“You’re even worse,” Naruto grumbled. He had no idea whether it was true or not, who was really the worst kisser, but it needed to be said. There was something else that needed to be said as well.

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

For a moment they just let their breathing slow down and looked at each other; Sasuke’s hands had left Naruto and Naruto’s hands had left Sasuke when their lips broke apart. Sasuke had lost his ‘softly teasing and almost smirking’ look during the kiss and it didn’t come back, but he didn’t look that nervous anymore either. It was like something had calmed down. Like the kiss had taken the edge off something. Naruto felt a change in himself as well, though he couldn’t put words to what it was that was different.

“Okay,” Sasuke said eventually. Then he shifted; started moving; glanced out through the measly walls of their bush and started unfastening his sandals. Naruto swallowed and watched the quick fingers work. When one sandal came off and was dropped on the ground, he looked away and went to work on his own clothes. Jacket came off first, then his sandals too. Nervous. What the hell were they doing?

Naruto looked away from himself in time to see feet being pulled out of shorts and underwear. Dropped to the ground. Sasuke’s shirt was long enough to offer him some modesty as he sat back, apparently satisfied with only partial nudity.

“I’m not taking off anything else,” he said as if he’d seen disappointment in Naruto’s eyes.

“Alright,” Naruto shrugged and looked back to where his hands worked on his pants. Wrinkled his nose at the fireworks from before. Wiped at the stain with his underwear when he’d gotten the pieces of clothing off his legs, but it had already smeared.

“You’ve done this before?” Sasuke asked and he had a casualness in his voice, as if he was talking about an exercise or a technique. Like he was getting his confidence back. Was probably smirking.

“No, I usually get them out of the way before it goes too far,” Naruto mumbled even though he knew that almost certainly wasn’t what his teammate was asking about. The snort coming from Sasuke’s direction told him he was right.

“Think I care about whether you frequently soil your pants?” Sasuke was definitely smirking now. “I’m talking about sex.”

Ooh... The s-word. It sent lightning snakes through Naruto’s stomach. That was what they were doing, huh? Despite the nervousness, it felt good to know.

“No,” Naruto said and tried to make it sound like he was okay with it. “I haven’t.”

He was. Okay with it, it was just... No, he was. Everyone had a first time, right? And it wasn’t like he was a super old virgin or anything; not like Sasuke had done it before. ...He hadn’t, right? If you sucked at kissing you couldn’t have sex experience, could you? That made no sense.

“You?” Naruto asked and hoped he sounded as casual as Sasuke had before. Tossed his pants aside and looked up.

Sasuke sat on his ass with both his legs in front of him; one resting on the ground, the other upright, knee aiming for the sky and an arm slung lazily over it. He was leaning back slightly on a hand put behind him. His feet were close. His shirt covered his crotch but not much more than that. The leg with the knee that was aiming for the sky was visible from toes to ass cheek.

He was smirking.

“You’ll be my first,” Sasuke confessed and didn’t seem one bit embarrassed about it. Very smug actually. Almost like he was joking, but why would he joke about that? If he had done it, he would have won the ‘who’s got more experience’ contest (and they weren’t sort of rivals for nothing). There was no good reason to say you were a virgin if you weren’t. So he had to be. A virgin.

Naruto grew even harder and had to swallow again.

“I’ll... err... I’ll be gentle.”

Sasuke snorted as if that was a very funny thing. He lifted his ass off the ground and crawled closer. Not slow enough that it looked like he was prowling, but it was hot anyway. When he could reach he grabbed a hold of Naruto’s face with one of his hands and pulled them together for another kiss. Lips moved, tongues snaked around each other, teeth met. They were still both pretty bad kissers. But what did that matter? It was the sex that was interesting, wasn’t it? Naruto was gonna be Sasuke’s first.

Sasuke pulled back and his mouth was glistening, he was smiling.

“No,” he mumbled, “I’ll be gentle.”

And that was a funny thing to say, wasn’t it? Naruto almost giggled. As if Sasuke was the one...

Sasuke’s legs had shifted and he sat on them, knees between Naruto’s. One of his hands wandered over one of Naruto’s legs, toward the place where it met body and Naruto could have closed his eyes and reveled in it; if it hadn’t been for what Sasuke had just said. Sasuke’s other hand was wandering toward the place on the ground where the jar of technically-not-lube had fallen.

Naruto found it first.

“No.”

Sasuke frowned, annoyed to have his target snatched away from him, but it only lasted a second; then a smirk took over and he raised a brow in amusement.

“Did you change your mind?”

He made a grab for the hand with the jar but Naruto held it out of reach.

“I’m being gentle,” Naruto said.

The frown and annoyance returned to Sasuke’s face.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

Because of course he was! There hadn’t been a single daydream or dream or mental image or fantasy where Sasuke had been the one... being gentle.

“I already did you,” Sasuke tried reasoning. “It’s my turn.”

“It... feels good!” Naruto exclaimed. “Or... so I’ve... err, heard.”

If he had to be perfectly honest, he hadn’t heard it, he had read. But that sounded so... untrustworthy, and wasn’t the point anyway. The point was the ‘feeling good’ part and that was completely true. He had read.

Sure, the article had been posted in a pretty dirty magazine, but Sasuke didn’t need to know that. And even if it had been a pretty shady magazine, they wouldn’t have published the thing if there wasn’t at least some grain of truth in it, would they? Naruto couldn’t for his life figure out why it felt really good, but there were a lot of things that were true that Naruto couldn’t figure out. And people wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t nice, right? The explanation could have been written a little further into the article. Naruto had barely had time to read a third of it before the shop owner caught him.

Sasuke took it completely the wrong way however.

“So stop complaining,” his glare could have fried stones. Very romantic. Naruto hated how right the bastard was. He had done him, it was fair. Yes, yes, jerking someone off was not as highly ranked as letting someone... be gentle with you; but it would be even less even if Sasuke had to both jerk Naruto off and let him be gentle with him.

But that wasn’t how it should be! Naruto wanted to cry.

“Give me the lube,” Sasuke held out his hand. And Naruto found an argument.

“No, it’s mine!” he said and stretched to hold the jar even further away from his frustrating almost friend. “I brought the lube. I get to decide.”

“Naruto...” Sasuke looked as frustrated as he was frustrating. And pissed off.

“No.” Naruto shook his head.

They stared at each other. That Sasuke’s eyes didn’t shoot lighting was a miracle. Naruto honestly didn’t know if the bastard would punch him, give in or just get dressed again and leave. Anything felt possible.

Maybe he should just let Sasuke have the damned lube, it was only fair. He did have a pretty crappy argument. ‘It’s my lube.’ Che. He could say that he’d let Sasuke do him if Sasuke agreed to do it the other way around next time. Maybe tomorrow. That was good. That would mean there would definitely be a next time, maybe that time they could get more... naked. They could be in Naruto’s apartment and would have a bed and more time.

This was a bit kinky, wasn’t it? Not that Naruto’s mental images hadn’t been even kinkier, but there was a difference between mental images and reality. In a bush in the middle of practice? What if Kakashi-sensei and Sakura-chan found them? If you looked at it from that point of view, it would be much better if Sasuke was the one being gentle this time. Sakura-chan would have much fewer reasons to kick Naruto’s balls off if he was the one being... Yes. Much better.

Naruto had almost made up his mind and fought down his sudden bout of nervousness when Sasuke had had enough.

“Fine!” the sort of rival snarled and he both looked and sounded absolutely furious. He didn’t seem to quite know what to do with himself, so furious was he. “Fine. You’re so childish, I can’t believe I’m... Fine!”

Naruto hesitated for a moment, surprised. Then he hurried to smile.

“Okay,” he said and tried to ignore the new surge of nervousness dancing through him. What were they doing?

“But next time, it’s your turn,” Sasuke hissed like it was a threat.

“Sure,” Naruto tried to sound as cheerful as he should be; they were doing it a second time! But the nervousness still held onto him.

It suddenly felt like they were worlds closer to each other. Sex, huh? Well, they’d been through a lot together so far; had always made a good team, hadn’t they? How badly could they screw this up?

Naruto shifted closer to Sasuke and put his hands on either side of his face. Kissed him again and this time they managed pretty well. Naruto waited until Sasuke’s lips moved to move his; let himself be kissed more than he focused on kissing back. Sasuke must have noticed because his kissing changed too. Slower, calmer. He put his hands on Naruto’s hips. They were warm.

Naruto would have never thought that first time years ago that he’d one day willingly kiss the Sasuke-bastard.

The mood was different when their mouths parted. As if the key to Sasuke’s mood was his lips. Wouldn’t that be interesting.

Then Sasuke lay down and Naruto followed because distance between them now felt like a bad idea. Their bare legs pressed together. Sasuke spread his and Naruto fit between them. It felt precious. Nervous and precious. Naruto’s palms were sweaty.

He pulled Sasuke’s shirt up again. It had fallen down at some point and Naruto wanted to see. Touch. Sasuke’s hands wandered up his shirt too.

“This is ridiculous,” the sort of friend grumbled. Naruto pressed his lips to the re-exposed skin just below navel. Sasuke inhaled.

“I just needed to get off,” he continued.

“You said you wanted to,” Naruto reminded, hoping, through the nervousness still dancing around his heart, that this wasn’t Sasuke changing his mind. Though Naruto couldn’t remember if he had put it quite like that. ‘I want to.’

“It’s still ridiculous,” Sasuke said. Or maybe more like muttered. At least he didn’t deny that he had said he wanted to. Naruto kissed him again.

“No, it’s not,” he whispered against the soft, wet lips. Because it wasn’t. It was sex. Sex was not ridiculous.

Naruto started fumbling with the jar of technically-not-lube; took a blob with his fingers. If he had to be completely honest, he didn’t know that much about this whole lube-thing. Yeah, when he thought about it, it was obvious that... well, it would be easier. But was it really that necessary? He wouldn’t have thought about it if Sasuke hadn’t mentioned it.

How had Sasuke known about that anyway? It couldn’t be something that everyone knew, like what end to hold a kunai. You had to have some interest in stuff like that to know about it, right? So how long had Sasuke run around being interested in sex with guys? Maybe he wasn’t interested. Maybe he’d just conveniently picked it up somewhere? He had spent a lot of time around Kakashi-sensei... Though, eww... Better not to think too much about that. Was sex with a teacher reason enough to lie about not being a virgin? Ewww! Stop thinking about it!

Naruto distracted himself by putting his technically-not-lube slick hand between Sasuke’s legs.

“If you hurt me I’ll pay you back next time,” Sasuke muttered.

“I’m not gonna hurt you!” Naruto exclaimed and hoped all those stories about it almost always hurting the first time only counted for girls. “We’ve got lube, right?”

Sasuke didn’t look all that convinced. He shifted; tensed, relaxed and tensed again as Naruto’s questing fingers located hard-on, balls, legs and... A lightning snake took a trip around his stomach.

“See?” Naruto laughed nervously; swallowed and watched Sasuke’s dark eyes close as his fingers traced the firm, circled place that could only be one thing. “I can find my way around without looking.”

“Good job,” Sasuke muttered without opening his eyes. “Can’t believe I ever doubted you.”

There was a lot of sarcasm in his voice, but not enough to hide what he probably was trying to hide. Nervousness. He was nervous. Sasuke who ran from the things he wanted and punched people more than he touched them. And Naruto was going to be his first. It did warm, cozy things to his stomach.

He pressed with the tips of his fingers against the firmness that felt less welcoming than Naruto had thought it would feel. A flinch ran through Sasuke’s body and the place moved against Naruto’s fingertips. Naruto had to swallow. Somehow the fact that it could move was unexpected too. There had to be more than just skin making up this place.

“You’re... gonna have to relax,” Naruto found himself saying.

He saw Sasuke’s fists clench and the sort of friend’s scowl growing even more... scowling.

“You think I don’t know that?” he growled.

“Sorry,” Naruto tried a weak, nervous smile and almost pulled it off.

“You’re doing it or what?” Sasuke muttered.

“I am!” the words came fast, a bit too fast. A bit too loud.

Sasuke looked up skeptically from his place at the ground and Naruto swallowed again. Waited.

“So do it,” the dark haired, dark eyed beautiful sort of rival said; his voice softer this time, almost a whisper. The mood turned precious again and Naruto had to smile.

“Okay,” he said.

He swirled his fingers around the firm, now slightly more welcoming place, the technically-not-lube letting them slide easily against the more-than-just-skin. He gave his hard-on a few seconds of the same treatment, before grabbing Sasuke’s hips with both hands and shifting him. Shifting them both.

Naruto wanted to say something. Something more. This felt so sudden. So... rushed in a way, but he couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t just sound like he was stalling. And Sasuke seemed to be in a hurry. This was perfectly understandable, of course, considering where they were, what they were doing and what they should be doing. Better to just get it over with. How could his little brain have chosen this moment to go missing? That made no sense at all.

“Okay,” Naruto said again, the word accompanied by a soft, surrendering ‘here we go’ sigh. Then he shifted his hips toward Sasuke’s.

He knew he had screwed something up even before Sasuke yelped and flinched violently. Naruto wasn’t sure entirely what he had screwed up with because, well... it wasn’t like he had missed or anything.

Maybe he was too big. That was both a horrible and kind of nice thought. Horrible because he didn’t want to go through life without sex. Kind of nice because... well... yeah. There were worse ways to be incapable of having sex. Though that was pretty unlikely. Naruto was fairly normal and life couldn’t be so unfair (and stupid) that normal guys couldn’t have sex.

It could be Sasuke’s fault. The bastard said he would relax, but if that was what Sasuke had done half a second ago then drinking wasn’t the only thing the guy sucked at. Or maybe he was just... too small for this. Like the one with Naruto being too big, it was both a horrible and kind of nice thought. Horrible because Naruto wanted to do it with him; it would be so unfair if Sasuke had been born so damn gorgeous and at the same time incapable of having sex. Kind of nice because then Naruto could tell him ‘you can’t handle me?’ and be right. Okay, so that was pretty mean, but come on! They were sort of rivals. And! It was way better than Naruto being too big, because Sasuke could grow out of being too small. If you were too big... You were too big.

Then thought hit Naruto that even if Sasuke was too small, Naruto himself didn’t necessarily have to be. They could do it the other way around. No, it was not ideal. Not at all what Naruto had been fantasizing about, but... They’d get to do it! And they could switch when Sasuke grew out of it. And Naruto would get to tease him for being too small. Yeah. It wasn’t an all that horrible future.

“What are you doing!?” Sasuke hissed so loud it was almost not a hiss at all. The words in combination with the tone of his voice tore all the thoughts away from Naruto’s mind.

He had grabbed onto one of Naruto’s wrists with one hand and was protecting his ass with the other; as if he worried Naruto was going to try again. It was probably a reflex more than a conscious action.

It was a stupid question to ask though, huh? ‘What are you doing?’ Naruto snorted and tried to kick away his embarrassment.

“You shouldn’t agree to something if you don’t know what it is,” he sniffed. Seriously. You shouldn’t.

“I’m not...! You...!” Sasuke looked furious again. Had he always been this mood-swingy? He was shaking. His hard-on wasn’t very hard anymore. Did it have to be so complicated? And if it did, why couldn’t the fantasies or the dreams have included some of that so Naruto had been more prepared?

“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Sasuke said when he’d gotten his anger under enough control that he could form words again. He looked as if he could never have believed Naruto was that stupid. It was really frustrating.

“What!?” Naruto exclaimed. “We’ve got lube, you were gonna relax, I’m not that big! I know what...!”

The rest of the sentence was stopped as Sasuke slammed a hand over Naruto’s mouth. It was the one he’d been covering his ass with too, nice...

“Stop screaming,” the bastard hissed, had leaned closer. His cheeks were flushed red, even more than before.

“But I...!” Naruto said against Sasuke’s palm; wasn’t ready to let it go, though he did lower his voice.

“Fingers!” Sasuke interrupted. His eyes didn’t meet Naruto’s, embarrassment clear. Naruto frowned at the strange outburst, but Sasuke continued before he could ask.

“You’ve got to... p-prepare... me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Naruto’s frown deepened. Huh?

A few seconds passed, Sasuke looking very surly and Naruto feeling very confused. He had this feeling it was pathetically simple, but his brain just didn’t want to perform. It wasn’t even trying.

“Don’t be an idiot!” Sasuke finally hissed. Snapped open his eyelids and impaled Naruto’s eyes with his gaze. “You use your fingers first.”

He glared for two seconds. Then he grabbed two of Naruto’s fingers and shoved them between his legs. Pushed the tips of them against the firm circled place that was still slippery with technically-not-lube.

Ooh... It was simple. And Sasuke had been too small. Well, sort of.

“Eww,” Naruto scrunched up his nose and pulled his fingers back. “Really?”

Sasuke looked ready to snap. Though, he had looked ready to snap for some time now. It really was quite a miracle that he hadn’t walked out of the bush already. Or kicked someone in the head. Wow, but he had to be really desperate to get rid of that virginity thing, because even this time he gathered his fury and breathed. Didn’t kick this time either.

“It’s either that or I do you,” Sasuke declared.

Yep, apparently backing out was not an option anymore. Wonder what the bastard would do if Kakashi-sensei walked in? Was there any chance he’d scream ‘get out of the bush so Naruto can screw me already!’? That would be an experience. Sakura-chan would probably faint if she heard that.

“O-okay,” Naruto gave a nervous smile and had to wonder if Sasuke really was the one being putty? But maybe they could both be.

Naruto helped himself to some more lube. Better to be on the safe side. Hinata would probably get him more if he ran out anyway. She was such a nice girl. What could she be up to now? Mission or training? She was probably not in a bush with one of her teammates. But then none of her teammates were as hot as Sasuke was, so it was not very surprising.

“You scared?”

Naruto was brought back to the world and found himself facing a raised brow and almost a smirk.

“No,” Naruto snorted. That was ridiculous. Yeah, okay, so it was a bit... err... creepy, sticking your fingers there, but not in the scary way. Naruto shifted closer, spread Sasuke’s legs a bit further. Glanced down and quickly up again.

“Don’t complain if it hurts,” he said, almost snapped, because his brain failed to provide anything better.

“Be careful and it won’t,” Sasuke said.

“Then... don’t complain if it’s weird!” Because he needed to say something.

“Quit stalling.”

Naruto gave a half-snarl, half-snort of frustration he wasn’t sure where it came from. Then half of two of his fingers were enveloped by warm, squeezing Sasuke. Naruto’s sort of rival inhaled quickly through his nose and his hands closed to fists. His body tensed and his eyes squeezed close. Naruto’s frustration was almost completely chased away and he wished he had been more careful.

Then Sasuke opened his eyes and the angry glare made Naruto feel better. No teary eyes, no sadness.

“Is that your idea of careful?” the bastard hissed through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be a baby,” Naruto sniffed and tried shifting his fingers. “And relax.”

“Shut up,” Sasuke muttered and closed his eyes again.

It took some work. Some time and patience and Naruto felt like he was working on a jutsu. It helped, comparing what he was really doing to something else. He tried not to think about how far away the nearest sink was and what he should say if Iruka-sensei came and asked him out to ramen when this was over. ‘I just need to stop by a bathroom because I’ve had my fingers up...’ No.

If you didn’t think that much about where you were poking around though, it was a pretty... well... Naruto could imagine it’d have to feel damn nice later. It was warm and really, really... squeezy. Even though Sasuke said (or more like snarled) that he was relaxing (and it did get easier so he probably was), it was tight. It was very tight. Like... Like nothing else really.

There would probably be hurt with the niceness later. But Naruto had to look forward to it anyway. After all, training was both niceness and hurt and he couldn’t imagine his life without that.

Sasuke probably wasn’t aware of the sounds he was making. No. He couldn’t be. He would do something about it if he was.

As he managed to press a ring finger in with the two others a slightly higher pitched mewl reached his ears, Naruto wondered if anyone else had ever seen his sort of rival like this. Blushing, closed eyes, closed mouth, shirt pulled up, uncovered, revealed. Or heard him making these noises.

Nah... He had said he was a virgin and that Kakashi-sensei theory was stupid. He’d said Naruto would be the first. His first.

“Will you be fine now?” Naruto asked and his voice was softer than he had expected it to be.

“Yeah,” Sasuke said, but it sounded like a lie. Maybe. Like he wanted to add ‘I think so’. He wouldn’t know, right? If he was a virgin and this was his first time. He would be fine, of course, not like it would kill him, but...

Well, if he said so.

“Alright,” Naruto said. He was strangely un-nervous. Wiped his fingers off on the grass and moved closer.

Breathed down on Sasuke’s lips and watched the dark eyes reveal themselves again. Couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey,” he said, as in ‘hello’.

Sasuke sighed and rolled his eyes.

It took some pushing. It took some time before Sasuke managed to relax at the right moment. They both made sounds when Naruto finally slipped inside. Just a bit at first, but it was the most difficult part.

Sasuke was sweating, maybe Naruto was too. The sort of friend (but they were more than that now, weren’t they?) on the ground had his face cradled in dark hair and his eyes squeezed close tightly. Mouth too, and hands. As if they mimicked his warm insides wrapped around Naruto. He was blushing; but maybe Naruto was blushing as well.

One of his hands held onto Sasuke’s hips for support, the other was kept on the ground. He didn’t want to look at it. His breath was beating against Sasuke’s. Maybe they should be kissing, but Naruto worried he might pass out if he couldn’t breathe.

There was hurt mixed with the niceness. And it was worth it. Amazingly worth it. So worth it Naruto almost couldn’t keep his eyes open. But he managed, barely, and was grateful. Sasuke’s face now was not something he would miss if he could help it.

So the same and still completely different from the dreams or mental images or fantasies.

If any ninja at any point in any country had ever said that fantasies were better than reality, they would have been lying.

Ages later the furthest insides of their legs met.

What were they doing?

Sasuke was tense; his hands gripped at the ground hard, his breathing was uneven and shuddered. It was like he was trying to hold something back. Naruto’s breathing was uneven too. There was something he was holding back as well, but he wasn’t sure what it was. There was something building inside of him. Something wanted to be set free, expressed, screamed; but he didn’t know what it was.

“Are you okay?” Naruto found himself asking and something in his shaky voice made it feel like they’d been in a fight and Sasuke had gotten hurt.

“I’m fine,” Sasuke managed. The same something was in his voice too. Like they’d been in a fight. Like he had gotten hurt. He would say he was fine even if he wasn’t. Naruto would tell him to stop being an idiot and let someone look at his wounds. But he couldn’t say that now, would make no sense. Couldn’t find such words now.

Naruto wanted to say ‘relax’ but knew it would only piss Sasuke off and make it even more difficult for him. He was probably trying his best already. Maybe he did suck at relaxing.

So Naruto waited. They waited. Breathed unevenly together, against each other’s mouths. Until Sasuke spoke. Grumbled, grunted, mumbled, muttered, whispered, asked.

“Come on.”

And Naruto knew what he meant.

A soft thrust came first. As if he needed to make sure he was really there. He had to inhale through his nose as he pulled his hips back, slowly. Sasuke couldn’t really relax, but there was less hurt now; the ‘choking me to death’ quality had gone away. Left was tightness, squeezing and ‘damn, this is good’. Naruto was very grateful Sasuke’s fingers had already dragged fireworks from him once, otherwise this could have been embarrassing.

Sasuke moaned, groaned, whined; as if he couldn’t help himself. Probably couldn’t. He had softened to almost nothing when Naruto came inside him, but now he was growing hard again. Little by little. Naruto couldn’t help himself either and made sounds too.

He put some more force behind the second thrust. Gripped onto Sasuke’s hip with one hand as if he’d die if he let go and clenched his other equally hard against the ground. Their moans vibrated in his ears, in his chest, in his heart. The insides of Sasuke’s legs were warm. Sweaty. Naruto’s hands were too.

The third thrust came faster than the second and first had.

At the fourth Sasuke’s back arched and he gave a strangled kind of cross between a moan and a yell. He tensed and the squeezing increased to the point of hurt again. Naruto had to close his eyes. A moan ran through his throat, as the second burst of fireworks for this bush experience left his body for the inside of Sasuke.

Naruto’s hands gripped hard and for a moment he couldn’t move.

So that was it, huh? That was what the fuss was all about.

“Again,” Sasuke croaked between hard breathing. Sounded desperate. He was really hard now, pressing against Naruto’s stomach.

It was just a word though. For some reason it was like it didn’t mean anything, like Sasuke didn’t have a reason behind his sounding desperate. Or maybe Naruto just didn’t have the energy to care. He wanted to keep floating in that amazing afterglow gaze until he fell asleep and woke up in a bed. His breath fell against Sasuke’s neck.

“That was... amazing,” he managed to mumble.

“Y-you’re not...” Sasuke gasped. “You can’t be... serious, I... ”

“Sorry.”

But Naruto didn’t really feel sorry. He probably should feel embarrassed or something too, for coming so quickly, but he didn’t feel that either. Couldn’t really feel anything through the bliss haze. Sasuke’s hands were fists against Naruto’s sides.

“You... That... was the worst...” he was furious again and had to fumble for the words. “...Half... second I’ve ever...! You’re not finished!”

He punched at Naruto’s ribs hard enough to bruise, but Naruto barely noticed. He had softened and the warmth around him had turned squishy and not so tight anymore.

“Come on,” he mumbled and finally started to feel a bit sorry. “It was my first time.”

“I can’t believe this!” Sasuke hissed. “I never should have let you...”

The rest of the words got lost in a moment of shaking fury followed by a snarl.

Naruto was coming closer and closer to the ground for every breath he took, and the further he fell the more awareness he regained. There was ground against his legs and feet, the birds had started singing again. Sasuke’s body heat radiated onto Naruto. His legs were still spread and sticky with sweat. The place where they were still joined together was sticky with more than just that.

That had been pretty unfair, hadn’t it? Not that he could have helped it, but...

Naruto dared to lift his head and look at Sasuke. There was something that wasn’t just anger in his dark eyes; something that Naruto didn’t want to identity, that made his stomach knot and grow colder.

Had Sasuke just said he regretted it?

“You can have my hand if you want,” Naruto offered, voice so soft that it was almost a whisper.

Sasuke sniffed, looked angrier again. He seemed to have realized that that unidentified thing in his eyes was showing and wanted to cover it up.

“If you stop halfway through I’m castrating you,” he muttered.

Instead of answering with words, Naruto gave a nervous smile and moved his hand between their bodies; wrapped around Sasuke’s two-fireworks-behind hard-on. He seemed to fight it for a moment, but eventually the angry scowl did relax and twist to pleasure. It didn’t take much jerking before Sasuke tensed and came. Naruto made sure he didn’t get any on his shirt.

Then for a moment they just breathed together. Naruto felt slightly better now that Sasuke had gotten some too.

“Get off,” the dark eyed teammate grumbled eventually, but he didn’t sound that angry anymore. Pushed at Naruto’s shoulders. “...Out.”

The last was added as Sasuke looked away, embarrassed. Naruto felt his cheeks warm too.

“O-okay.”

His arms and legs were wobbly and weak but Naruto managed to shift off Sasuke and out of his squishy warmth. He didn’t look down. Dropped down on the ground beside his sort of rival and sort of friend. At least that was what he had been yesterday, and this morning, and before they entered the bush. What he was now though, Naruto wasn’t sure.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Sasuke snorted like that was a ridiculous idea.

“Was it nice?”

“No.”

Naruto pouted. Sasuke sighed.

“Not... Not at first... I mean, that last time was... You have no stamina what so ever.”

“You were... too tight,” Naruto grumbled. “I can’t help that you can’t relax.”

Sasuke punched Naruto’s ribs again but his hands were weaker this time. Or maybe he just didn’t want it to hurt.

The birds sang and they lay on their backs side by side. Breathing and letting the heat slide off them. They should get cleaned up, shouldn’t they? If someone were to walk in now... But it could wait. This was nice, this afterglowing together. Sasuke warmed Naruto’s side. The other stuff could wait.

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