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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“God, Sasuke, this is a dream come true for me. No way I would’ve thought you were gay, much less this hot for me.”

Sasuke’s right cheek was pressed hard into Naruto’s mattress; his torso shook as Naruto’s hips slammed his ass, the steady rhythm insistent, building.

“Holy shit, Sasuke, you’re so tight. My cock feels so fuckin’ good. Oh, god, but this is pure—”

Suddenly the room shook. Naruto released Sasuke’s cock, dripping with precum, lifted his other hand from the boy’s lower back. Naruto looked up to see the door shimmering as though made of water.

The room shook again, this time a deep, percussive tone, like an enormous bell ringing, sounding three times.

“Wha—what’s happening?” Naruto said.

“God, Naruto, don’t stop! I need you—want you—to fuck me. Please, Naruto, fuck me, fuck me hard!”

The heavy sound of the bell came again. The door dissolved.

Naruto opened his eyes.

“What the hell—?”

The knock at his door was sharp, persistent, and followed by a voice in the hallway.

“Hey, moron, are you there? You said I could come by, and—”

Naruto’s head popped up. He blinked rapidly, willing sleep away.

“Sasuke? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it is.” Pause. “What the hell are you doing in there?”

“Just—just a minute, okay?”

Naruto raised his legs a bit, threw his weight forward, and sat up, immediately discovering three things: he was naked from the waist up, sweating flamboyantly, and had a raging erection in his pants.

His eyes popped wide. “Fuck!” he said under his breath. He looked wildly around the room, then dashed to the closet and yanked his one bath towel from the hook on the back of the door. He held one end to his face, let the rest drape in front of his body. The other end came only halfway to his knees.

“Are you going to let me in or not?”

“Coming, coming!”

Naruto took a large breath and blew it out quickly as he stepped to the door, slowly turned the knob, and opened it. Standing before him was Uchiha Sasuke, arms crossed, eyebrows bunched down over his nose.

“Um, hi.”

“Y…e…a…h,” Sasuke said, drawing out the word.

“Uh, sorry, but—”

“No problem,” Sasuke said. “I can see you were drying off from a shower.”

Naruto looked blankly at Sasuke, then said, “Oh, yeah,” and immediately bent at the waist and began toweling off perfectly dry hair, wiping his face, careful to keep the towel in front of his groin.

“Sorry if I sounded annoyed.”

“Nah, it’s okay.”

Naruto straightened, carefully put the towel over a shoulder so that it still, just barely, covered his hard-on.

“Um, you wanna come in?”

“It’s okay?”

“Sure.”

Naruto stepped back to let Sasuke in. As the boy moved to the center of the room, Naruto reached behind the towel.

Damn, still up. But maybe it’s going down a bit.

Sasuke turned to face Naruto, still looking around the room. Naruto moved to the bed and sat, one leg on the floor, the other bent at the knee on the bed. He bunched the towel in his lap.

“Just one room?”

“Um, yeah, just one.”

“Mind if I ask how you pay for it?”

“Huh?”

“You don’t have a job, do you? Unless,” Sasuke added, keeping his face neutral, “you’re getting paid for jumping from trees.”

Naruto stared at him, unsure of how to respond. As a grin crept slowly over Sasuke’s lips, Naruto smiled broadly.

“Damn you! I thought you were being serious.”

“Who says I wasn’t?”

Naruto lowered one eyebrow, glowered at Sasuke.

“Never mind,” Sasuke said, sighing softly, “it’s not really my business.”

“No, it’s okay.” When Sasuke said nothing, Naruto continued.

“I was raised in the orphanage. When I, um, was—when I had to leave, the Third told me that my father had set up a bank account for me, and that he—the Third—was trustee. It pays for this apartment and I get an allowance each month. It’s not much, but I get by.”

Sasuke wrinkled his nose.

“So, your father must be—”

“Yeah,” Naruto said, interrupting. “The war with the Nine Tails got him.”

“Oh.”

An awkward moment passed, then Naruto spoke.

“So, you wanna take me up on my offer?”

Sasuke looked away, half-shrugged one shoulder.

“You don’t have to explain,” Naruto said, “if you don’t wanna. I mean, I’ve got stuff I don’t like talking about, too.” He added thoughtfully: “Guess everybody does, right?”

Sasuke turned his head back, but looked down.

“If you’re sure it won’t—”

“No way will you be a bother. It’s more likely that you’ll be looking for a way to escape after a couple of days at the most.”

Sasuke looked up.

“Why would that be?”

Now Naruto looked away.

“Well, heh-heh, I guess you were right out there on the training grounds. I can be a little, um…” Naruto’s voice trailed away as he struggled for the right words.

“Yeah, I noticed.” Sasuke scratched the bridge of his nose. “But I can be a pain, too. At least, that’s what my father thinks,” Sasuke said, twisting the word, father sarcastically.

“You wanna talk about—”

“No,” Sasuke said, his voice more abrupt than he intended. “I mean, there’s no point to sharing any of that.”

Naruto kept his face impassive. Sasuke walked to the window to check the view the room had of Konoha. As he looked out over deepening shadows on Konoha’s rooftops, Naruto’s eyes slid to Sasuke’s butt. He blinked, swallowed; felt a twitch in his pants.

“Sorry I don’t have a chair for you to sit on,” Naruto said.

Sasuke turned around. Naruto’s eyes flicked up to his face.

“How the hell do you stand it without air conditioning?”

“Well, I’m usually not here until the sun goes down. That helps some. Mostly I just sleep naked.”

Fuck! Did I really say that?

Sasuke’s eyes popped open wide. Naruto’s face went bright red.

Did he really say that? My god, what have I gotten myself into?

“Really,” Sasuke said carefully.

“Geez, I really am an idiot.” Naruto said under his breath, looking away. “Um, I didn’t mean that…I, uh…don’t think that you—”

“Don’t worry,” Sasuke said. “I won’t be sleeping naked.” Pause. “So, uh, what do you do in the evening?”

“What?” Naruto said, whipping his head around to look at Sasuke.

“You do something besides sleep here, I take it.”

“Well, yeah. I cook for myself—not often, though. Read a lot of manga.”

Sasuke sniffed.

“And I train—as much as I can in a space this small.”

Completely boring. Guess I need to start figuring out what I’m gonna do long-term right away.

“That’s cool,” Sasuke said.

“I haven’t seen you at the ninja academy before,” Naruto said. “Have you already finished your training?”

“Never started it.”

Naruto’s eyes widened.

“Wow, really?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Because you’re an Uchiha,” Naruto said. “Everybody knows your clan is famous for the most talented ninjas ever, and not just in Konoha. I think everyone in the country’s heard about the Uchihas.”

Sasuke looked down, kicked at the thin, sky-blue rug.

“Yeah, well, I never wanted that.”

“Why not? You’re probably a natural.”

“That was my—my brother,” Sasuke finished, the words catching in his throat.

“Um, Itachi, right? I’ve heard about him.”

Sasuke abruptly sat on the rug. He wiped the sheen of late-afternoon heat from his forehead with the back of a forearm.

“You said you read a lot of manga. What kind? What do you have?”

Naruto blushed again, rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh, heh-heh-heh, I, uh, probably don’t have anything you’d like. Most of them are pretty old.”

“What the hell else are we gonna do? It’s too early to—”

Both boys looked away, remembering Naruto’s confession about sleeping naked.

“Yeah,” Naruto said, “Let’s see what I’ve got.” He stood and dropped the towel on the bed.

Fuck! I forgot—

Naruto jerked his head downward to look at his pants.

But it’s okay, I think. At least it’s not showing now.

Sasuke’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the seal on Naruto’s belly: a spiral around his navel with eight trigrams, four curved above, four below.

Neither boy saw the other’s reaction.

Naruto moved to the one-room apartment’s entrance and switched on the light. A bright amber glow flooded the room. Naruto moved to the closet. Sasuke watched him open the door and kneel in front of a tall stack of comics. Naruto thumbed through them, starting with one that stuck out near the middle, forgetting in his flustered state that he had put some safe to share with Sasuke on top. As he did, Sasuke studied the boy’s back.

He obviously keeps in shape. Broad shoulders, tight waist, nice muscles…

Sasuke blushed and looked away. He felt a twitch in his pants and was mortified by it.

Shit-shit-shit! I am not turned on by this!

Naruto mumbled to himself, quickly lost in his manga, smiling as each book he thumbed recalled favorite plots and line art.

Sasuke turned back to look at Naruto again. He felt another twinge between his legs, and shifted on the rug.

He had never spent much time with anyone his age, much less girls, so he hadn’t encountered any opportunities to think about romance or consider what sexual arousal might be like. Now his glands—especially the ones in his pants—activated, triggering feelings Sasuke had never experienced.

“Ah! Here!” Naruto said, tugging at three manga below the midpoint of the stack. As they came free, the pile leaned, then fell, dozens of manga scattering over the floor. Several slid between his legs, some partway to Sasuke.

Crap.

Naruto, still on his knees, twisted at the waist to view the mess and toppled to the side. The three manga in his hands flew into the air, fell to his chest.

Sasuke, grateful that Naruto hadn’t seen him staring, put his hands in his lap to hide his growing erection.

“Ah, sor—sorry,” Naruto said, blushing. He righted himself, laughed lightly. As he did, the manga on his torso slipped to the floor.

One of the manga that had skidded between Naruto’s legs had fallen open to a two-page spread of a torrid sex scene between two older boys.

Naruto didn’t notice this because he had turned to look at the messy pile in the closet. Curious, Sasuke pushed up onto his knees, leaned over, and reached for the manga. He winced as the scab on his knee reminded him of how badly he had scraped it on the tree with Naruto, but snagged the manga, then returned to his seat.

What the fuck?

Sasuke gaped at the picture. Two slender boys, smooth-skinned and nicely muscled, panted with half-lidded eyes as one penetrated the other with hot, hard thrusts of his hips. Sasuke’s eyes roamed over the image, soaking in the graphic portrayal of lust and animal passion. His penis promptly announced its decision to swell with sudden throbbing. Sasuke swallowed and looked down at his pants.

My god, what’s happening to me? Does this mean—

“Geez, what a mess. Gonna have to pick that up, but it can wait.”

Naruto bent to retrieve the three comics he had picked to show Sasuke (all about powerful mecha) and turned to see Sasuke studying the manga he had picked up.

Naruto saw the cover: the two main characters—lithe, young boys with shirts open—embraced suggestively under a hot pink title a hundred-points high that read Boy Love Paradise. Blood drained from Naruto’s face. His eyes popped wide, his mouth dropped open, but no words came out. Sasuke looked up over the edge of the book.

“This one looks pretty, um, interesting,” he said, raising his knees and pulling his feet closer to his butt to cover the erection tightening his pants.

Naruto froze, couldn’t speak. Sasuke kept the manga covering most of his face, letting only his eyes show. After a moment, he said, “You, uh, have more like this?”

Naruto blinked, shook his head weakly as though coming out of a dream.

“What?”

“I asked you,” Sasuke said slowly, “if you had any more like this one.”

Naruto hesitated, staring directly into Sasuke’s eyes. “Y-yeah, I—I guess,” he said, voice hoarse, a near-whisper.

Sasuke stared back at Naruto over the top of the manga.

The silence between them stretched taut.

My heart…

My heart…

…pounding…

…pounding…

Say something, damn it! I don’t know what the fuck to say.

Sasuke slowly lowered the manga.

“Well, I guess I didn’t know you’re gay.”

“Who said I am?”

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed a bit, then quickly widened. He burst into laughter, keeping the manga in one hand, bending at the waist.

“Are you kidding me? Like you’d keep this shit in your closet if you weren’t?”

Naruto’s face went red.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny.”

“Sure, it is,” Sasuke said, looking up, laughter subsiding. “You’re the macho troublemaker in town, and you’re gay! Who would’ve ever thought—”

Naruto dropped the manga and took a step toward Sasuke. His hands became fists, and his chest moved up and forward.

“You think being gay means being weak? flighty? girly?”

Sasuke’s smile faded; it was replaced by a smirk. “Uh huh,” he said, raising one eyebrow.

“Well, you couldn’t be more wrong!” Naruto yelled the last word. “Take another look at that manga. Do those guys look weak or girly?”

Sasuke’s smirk fell away in an instant. He blushed.

“Well?” Naruto said. “Too chicken to look again?”

“Hell no,” Sasuke said, eyebrows bunching down over his nose. He yanked the manga open and stared at the picture.

Naruto glowered at him, every muscle tense.

Sasuke raised the manga to cover his face and looked down. What he saw was his penis set to eleven on a one-to-ten stiffness scale. His blush intensified, and he began to sweat.

Now how the hell do I get out of this?

Sasuke slowly moved the manga closer to his face until the pages were touching his nose.

Naruto scrunched one eye and said, “Well? Are they acting girly?” He noticed the manga was touching Sasuke’s face and said, “What the hell are you doing?” He took a step toward Sasuke, who dropped the manga and sprang to his feet.

“Don’t,” he said with a growl.

“Don’t what?” Naruto raised his voice. “You think I’m gonna do something to you? Huh?”

“Just—just—”

Suddenly Sasuke realized his pants were quite tight. He looked down to see his erection fully on display. He jerked his head up to see Naruto staring at his cock, a big smile on his face.

“Heh, looks like someone’s just a lit…tle bit turned on by some…thing, doesn’t it?”

Sasuke’s eyes blazed as his face grew hot.

“Fuck off.”

Naruto’s smile morphed into a self-satisfied smirk. He crossed arms over chest and said, “Who’s gay now?”

“Shut up,” Sasuke said. “I’m—not—gay!”

“Your cock seems to be saying otherwise.”

Sasuke tensed, then suddenly relaxed and took a step back. He leaned against the window sill, folded his hands in front of his groin, and lowered his voice. As he spoke, he looked down and away.

“Look, maybe my staying here wasn’t such a good idea. I should—”

“God damn it,” Naruto said, uncrossing his arms, baring his teeth, eyes blazing. “Why the hell does everyone assume that if you’re gay you want to hump every fucking male in a ten-mile radius? I’m gay, not a pervert, and I’m definitely not going to force myself on someone who doesn’t want it.”

Sasuke blinked, taking in what Naruto said with a neutral expression on his face.

“You’re not?” Sasuke said cautiously.

Naruto squeezed his fists more tightly, then threw them up over his head, releasing fingers with a growl of frustration as he turned away from Sasuke.

“Aaahhh!”

He turned back, narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath and blew it out. He spoke deliberately, as though lecturing a child.

“No, I’m not. When I offered you a place to stay for a while, it wasn’t with any plan to seduce you, okay? I just saw someone who looked like they could use a, a little help.”

Sasuke considered this.

“So, you didn’t ‘accidentally on purpose’ make sure I saw this particular manga?”

Sasuke realized he still held the comic. He threw it on the bed.

“What do you think?” That tall stack in my closet just toppled over. How the hell could I have planned which manga would—”

“Okay, okay,” Sasuke said, cutting Naruto off.

Both looked away.

Naruto crossed his arms again; Sasuke did, too, and also pulled one foot up to rest on his other knee, but quickly lowered it when the scab there throbbed sharply.

The tension stretched between them.

Finally both spoke simultaneously.

“Look, if you don’t—”

“I guess I—”

“—wanna stay—”

“—could spend one night—”

“—I’ll under—”

“—and see—”

Both paused, then Sasuke continued.

“—and see how it goes.”

Naruto looked up, trying to keep his face calm.

“It’s not that I, that, uh, I…think you’re a pervert,” Sasuke said. “I just haven’t been around anyone gay before.” He added under his breath: “It’s not like Konoha’s overrun with queers, anyway.”

Naruto studied Sasuke’s face, looking for signs of sarcasm. Satisfied that Sasuke was being honest with him, he said, “I guess I shouldn’t have blown up like that. It’s just I get tired of people always assuming—”

“Do they do that?”

“Huh?”

“Assume things about you?”

Naruto looked puzzled.

“Why would I say—”

“I mean,” Sasuke said, interrupting, “do a lot of people know you’re gay?”

“Not really,” Naruto said, unsure of Sasuke’s train of thought. “Maybe a few.” Actually, I haven’t told anyone at all.

“And do they assume things about you?”

“Well, uh, n- no. I guess not.”

“Huh,” Sasuke said. “So…then who’s assuming things about you that—”

Naruto blushed brightly.

“—have you all worked up?”

Naruto dropped his hands and lowered his head. He sighed loudly.

“Look,” he said, “there may not be many other gays in Konoha, but it’s not like I’m isolated from the rest of the world. I know how most of us are treated by straight people most of the time. There are a lot of homophobes in the world, and they don’t mind abusing anybody different from them.” He paused, then said, “Why the hell do you think gay people keep that fact about who they are to themselves?”

Sasuke looked away. Naruto broke the lengthening silence by moving to the bed, flopping down on it. He scooted toward the wall, grabbed his pillow and stuffed it behind his head, then pulled his left foot toward his butt and crossed his right foot over the raised knee.

“Fuck it, Sasuke. If you wanna leave, then leave. Believe me, I’m really familiar with people avoiding me. But if you need a place to stay for a while, I promise you I won’t touch you. I won’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

God damn! That’s the exact opposite of what I want. But there’s no way I’m gonna jump him, no matter how hot he is or what my cock wants.

Naruto closed his eyes, let his legs slide down, then turned on his side, facing away from Sasuke.