Hot Night in Konoha (complete)

Warnings

• Anal
  
• Angst
  
• Dom
  
• Language
  
• M/M
  
• N/C
  
• Oral
  
• Yaol
  

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Conventions

Thoughts of Sasuke and others are set in italic type (whole paragraph)

Naruto’s thoughts are set in bold-italic type (whole paragraph).

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“Fuck me,” Naruto whispered to himself, “I hope to god he didn’t see.”

Vivid yellow hair fluttered in the thick afternoon heat over Naruto’s face, now reddened with embarrassment. Even though he was taking back streets and alleys on the way home, he turned his head to see if anyone was near before chancing a look down at his pants. His erection still showed, noticeably tenting the fly of his pants outward. Naruto looked up. Shikamaru and Choji, two friends from ninja academy, rounded the corner up ahead, coming directly toward him.

Shit, oh, shit!

Naruto looked left, right, spied a couple of trash cans under a fire escape. He dashed to them, squeezed in behind them.

Please, please, let them just walk by without seeing me.

Naruto took a deep breath, let it out slowly, trying to calm down.

Shikamaru and Choji talked quietly as they walked, deep in conversation.

Naruto breathed in again, held it.

“Like I said, I don’t see the point.”

“The point is, Choji, if you don’t do it this way, it’ll be troublesome. This way takes only half the time.”

As they passed, Naruto exhaled softly. He glanced down and saw that the fear of being discovered had returned everything in his pants to normal. He waited a moment, then quickly walked back to the alley and headed home.

“Goddamn, but he’s hot,” Naruto said as he picked up dirty tee shirts and underwear. “I sure hope he didn’t catch me staring at him, or”—he blushed, spoke softer—”see my boner.”

He stopped in the middle of his one-room apartment over his landlady’s home and noticed his reflection in the mirror over the battered dresser he had found at the trash dump last month. On impulse, he quickly pulled off the thin tee he was wearing and examined his torso.

“Damn, still pretty hot myself,” he said, continuing the habit of talking to himself when alone. “If that Uchiha boy’s half as good-looking under his shirt, we’re gonna have a fuckin’ good time!”

Naruto returned to cleaning his apartment. He bent at the waist to gather a pile of empty instant ramen cups, and froze.

“Of course, he might not be gay.” Naruto burst into laughter.

“What the hell am I thinking? Of course he’s not gay.” He straightened and carried the ramen cups to the trash.

“First of all, almost nobody in Konoha’s gay.” Under his breath, he added, “There’s exactly one I’m sure about, and he’s standing right here.

“Next, I never get lucky. Especially with somebody like that Sasuke. Hell, I’d settle for someone just half as hot.”

Naruto jumped onto the middle of his bed. The bounce caused three of the twenty-plus manga there to slide to the floor. Naruto crossed his legs under his butt and bent to gather them into a stack.

“And finally, the big one: Even if he’s gay, he thinks I’m a moron. Must’ve said that a dozen times, at least.” Naruto finished stacking manga, and looked out of the window. He sighed.

“But,” he said, scooting off the bed and picking up the three remaining comics, “a guy can hope, can’t he?”

He returned the manga to a waist-high stack of them in his closet. He put the handful on top, then stopped.

“Wait. I know he might not come, but just in case…”

Naruto took the handful he had just piled on top and dropped to his knees. He put the manga on the floor, then began thumbing through the stack.

“There’s gotta be some in here somewhere.”

He stopped a third of the way down.

“There! I knew I had some that weren’t gay!”

He grabbed as many as he could, put them on the floor. Then He picked up the first handful, put it on top of the stack, and bent to get the non-gay manga he had found. He added them to the top of the stack.

“Better safe than sorry.”

He surveyed his one room. He hadn’t swept in more than a month, but everything was picked up. He moved to the bed to straighten the sheets.

“Who am I kidding?” he said with a sigh. “No one ever wants to hang out with me, much less spend the night here. Everyone in town knows the only reason I have this room is because—no, not going there,” he said, finishing the bed with a tug at one corner of the spread.

Unspoken was the thought that his father, the Fourth Hokage, had provided for his son with a bank account left with the Third as trustee. Without that, and the good nature of the Third, he would have been on the street after the orphanage kicked him out at age ten. Naruto was grateful that the Fifth had continued the practice of doling out an adequate allowance to him, including the rent on his room, and that the Sixth hadn’t yet noticed that the auto-draw on his account quietly continued.

“Feeling sorry for myself gets me exactly nowhere.”

Naruto realized he still wore his forehead protector. As he sat on the bed, he untied it, shook his head to free the hair stuck to his skin, and slowly put it on the apple crate he used as a nightstand. A wall clock showed four-thirty.

Naruto stretched arms above head and yawned. As he did, the seal on his belly rippled as his tight abs moved. He fell back on the bed, leaving his feet on the floor. Arms sprawled to the sides, he blinked slowly, once, twice, then fell asleep.