Undercurrents

Neji pulled off the highway and back onto familiar roads heading toward the Nara farm. The Italia cornered like an unbelievable dream, and Neji hummed along to the stereo as he sped to pick up Shika for their first official date.

When Neji turned onto the road leading toward the Field Office, pleasant butterflies filled his stomach at the thought of seeing Shika. His cock twitched at the memory of the gala and the kisses exchanged just two days earlier after he and Shika finished talking. Neji sighed and shifted in the seat.

The rest of that night went without incident, really, Neji reflected. He’d warmed up the dinner Rosemary left, and he and Shika stood in the kitchen while they ate. Shika talked about his next semester in school and how he was taking as few classes as possible. Neji recounted a few mundane work stories and that it was odd to be out of school, finally.

“Well, if you weren’t such an over-achiever, you’d have another year left,” Shika commented.

“There’s always law school,” Neji said. “Something to keep me busy.”

Shika snorted and finished off the food, which was, of course, delicious. Rosemary was worth her weight in gold.

And even though Shika made it clear that he certainly wouldn’t mind staying longer or exchanging more than the flame-inducing, knee-weakening kisses, Neji sent Shika home relatively early. He disregarded Shika’s near-pout and his remarks about how much trouble driving home would be. They would see one another again soon enough.

Besides, the part of Neji that enjoyed making people beg simply delighted in delayed gratification.

One thing they did agree on, however, was to meet at the Field Office instead of Shika’s house. The Ferrari didn’t do well with gravel.

The small parking lot was completely empty when Neji arrived, which was no surprise. Neji parked and got out of the car, smiling as he saw the light on in the office. While he would never admit it, he was practically giddy that he was here to go out with his long-time obsession. Giddy that, if he wanted to, he could kiss Shika…touch him. Not only did he have permission, he had invitation. Shika wanted to try this despite everything in his past, and Neji needed a new word to describe how happy that made him.

A little shudder shook Neji’s shoulders as he walked the short path to the office front. Neji couldn’t remember feeling luckier in his life.

It was 8:00 and the night was almost chilly. Fall was definitely on its way. Late summer bugs roared in the woods as Neji climbed the worn stairs. It inspired a dizzy spell of déjà vu, but Neji liked the anticipatory butterflies of this meeting much more than the nervous ones of the last.

Shika actually opened the door before Neji got a chance to knock. The soft glow from a lamp illuminated Shika from behind, and Neji’s cock twitched again. Shika’s hair was down, his shirt clung to his frame, and his jeans sat low on his hips. Neji swallowed.

Yes, this was definitely familiar.

“Hey,” Shika said, giving Neji a little half-smile. “Let me close up shop and we can go.”

“Sure,” Neji said, his voice soft. Speaking loudly when everything was so quiet seemed wrong. He followed Shika into the office and watched Shika grab some paperwork off a low table. Rounding a desk that had seen better days, he yanked open a drawer and shoved the paperwork unceremoniously into a file. Then he muttered something under his breath as he dug through a pile of paper on the desk blotter.

But Shika could have been preparing a lamb for ritual slaughter for all the specifics mattered to Neji. His gray eyes took in the loose, wavy hair and the dark maroon shirt that seemed to be some sort of ultra light – and thin – sweater. The neck of the shirt was wide and it showed enticing flashes of collar bone and shoulder as Shika moved around the office. The fabric hugged Shika’s body and looked insanely soft.

Neji’s fingers itched, but he kept his hands clasped in front of his body. He rolled his eyes at himself; at this rate, Shika would reduce him to a pile of needy, grabby, desperate testosterone before they even made it to the car.

“Ah,” Shika said. “Finally.” He shoved more paper into the drawer and then looked up.

“Sorry,” he said, coming out from behind the desk. Something about Neji’s expression made him hesitate. He wiped his hands on his snug jeans.

“Just had to…file some things. Didn’t mean to make you wait.”

Neji shook his head. “Not at all. There’s no rush; the reservation isn’t until nine.” He paused. “You look nice.”

“So do you,” Shika answered immediately, and his gaze swept over Neji’s loose hair and his clothing. Neji wore the charcoal shirt with the black dragon on one shoulder and dark slacks. Shika drew closer, hands clenching and then unclenching at his sides.

Neji coughed. Right – get it in control, Hyuga. You’re acting like a fucking teenager.

“Shall we?” Neji stood aside and motioned to the door.

“Sure,” Shika nodded vigorously. “Right.” Shika leaned over and switched off the lamp. Neji refused to stare at Shika’s ass while he did it. Refused.

The interior of the office was nearly dark, but a safety light shown from an outlet near the desk and a lone lamp from outside cast light in through the bare windows. There was enough light to see the interior of the office and avoid knocking a kneecap on the furniture. Neji turned and took a step closer to the door, and Shika brushed by him on the way out.

Not really thinking, Neji reached out and closed his hand over Shika’s forearm; in theory, he was just going to slide his hand down and take Shika’s hand. Just a little touch.

But the fabric of the sweater was softer than Neji imagined, and Shika was wearing something that smelled bloody incredible: musk, cinnamon, and clean.

Before Neji could stop himself, he pulled Shika to him and leaned so that his lips hovered over Shika’s bared shoulder. Shika uttered a little startled gasp and then put a hand on Neji’s hip.

“Um, Neji?” Shika whispered.

“You smell good…and feel even better,” Neji muttered. Control fought a close battle with greedy lust. Neji ran a quick hand down Shika’s arm and around to his waist. When his hand touched another incredibly soft fabric, he tilted his head a little and smiled. The pants weren’t jeans – or, well, they weren’t made of denim. The nap was silky soft, well-worn. Neji sighed.

“Touch,” Shika whispered, his voice sounding altogether more even-keeled than Neji felt at the moment.

“Hmm?” Neji replied, running light fingers to trace the pocket line of Shika’s pants, play with the hem of his sweater. It was deceptively thin and felt like the softest mohair Neji’d ever touched.

“The other day…you said you liked touch. So, I thought…you know…that might extend to fabric and such, too.”

Leave it to Shika to think and extrapolate in his spare time. Neji pulled back and looked at the Nara. “You wore this for me?” he asked.

Shika shrugged a little. “I had it, so…” The light caught his expression: a mixture of attempted cool and nerves.

“So yeah, I did…”

Warmth pooled in Neji’s center and his hands grew surer on Shika’s body. He rubbed the sweater over Shika’s back, Neji’s hand grasping the fabric in a fist. He slid his other hand to squeeze Shika’s ass and managed to get another little gasp out of Shika.

“I take it that’s a good thing?” Shika asked.

Neji gave Shika a feral grin that would rival Naruto’s. “Very good,” he husked.

Neji’s lips crashed against Shika’s in a kiss hard enough to bruise. He walked them backward as he slid his tongue into the Nara’s mouth. As he sucked at the others’ lip, Shika’s back hit the wall.

The kisses went from hard to messily frantic as Neji grasped and groped Shika’s body. Shika made muffled noises into Neji’s mouth and reached up to wrap his arms around Neji’s neck. Neji stroked and caressed anything within his reach, and the touches were not gentle or slow. This wasn’t like the other night – this was Neji in a state of nearly panicky want. He bit down on Shika’s lower lip while his fingers yanked at the button and zipper of the soft pants.

Shika pulled back from the kiss, panting for breath.

“Can I…” Shika started to pull his arms away from Neji’s neck. Neji shoved his body against Shika’s and growled.

“No…getting you off now. I’m later,” Neji rumbled. He stopped working with the pants and slid both hands down Shika’s arms. The fabric over Shika’s skin was maddening. Neji grabbed Shika’s wrists and pushed them over Shika’s head against the wall. Neji maneuvered both wrists into one of his hands, and then he went back to undoing Shika’s zipper.

“Don’t worry…you’ll be later, too,” Neji promised.

Shika’s breathing went from quick to fluttering when Neji yanked aside pants and then slid his hand inside to grasp Shika’s hardening cock. Shika wasn’t wearing anything but the pants, and Neji let himself moan, his eyes closing and forehead falling forward to rest against the back of Shika’s arm.

“Oh fuck,” Shika gasped.

Neji’s talented hand had Shika hard and thrusting up to meet him in a matter of seconds. Shika’s mouth was open and eyes half closed. Then Neji pulled his hand away, which earned him a mewl of protest.

Neji chuckled and raised his head to look lazily into Shika’s eyes. He licked his upper lip slowly and deliberately and put his palm in front of Shika’s mouth.

“Get it wet,” Neji commanded.

Immediately Shika craned his neck forward and licked Neji’s palm. He worked up saliva and let it run from open lips before smearing it with his tongue. Neji uttered a little grunt of desperation.

Shit, fuck, hell, AND damn.

Neji shifted so that one of Shika’s legs was between his, and then he shamelessly ground against Shika’s thigh. The friction ignited tingling flame up and down his spine and low in his belly.

“Shika,” Neji moaned. He let himself sound wanton and needy. He didn’t care – the only thing that mattered was getting to touch Shika. The need blazed in his entire body with an intensity that obliterated all other thought. Shika’s breathing stuttered and Neji swiftly moved his slick hand back to the Nara’s cock. It stood out straight and up from Shika’s body, painfully hard. Neji wrapped his fist around Shika with the pressure he knew Shika liked and pumped.

Shika bucked into the fist and hissed a slew of profanity and pleading. Neji ground himself against Shika’s leg again and his lips pressed tightly together to hold back greedy, lusty sounds.

“Neji, holy god, please,” Shika nearly wailed.

Moving Shika’s wrists down so that it gave him more room, Neji leaned in so that he could kiss and lick Shika’s neck, shoulder, and ear.

“Mine,” Neji whispered harshly into Shika’s ear. “You’re mine, Nara Shikamaru, and you moan for me, you writhe for me, and you will come only for me.”

Shika’s eyes flew open and he twisted his head into his other arm, letting out a sobbing gasp. Neji kept his pace steady and watched Shika pant as Neji worked him with ruthless efficiency. In mere minutes he felt Shika’s legs tremble.

“You close?” He rumbled into Shika’s neck.

Shika made a noise that sounded like an affirmative.

“I want to drink you down. Will you let me?”

This time the noise was a high cry and with his eyes squeezed shut and face contorted in pleasure, Shika nodded.

“Hands stay above your head,” Neji commanded throatily. When he released his grip on Shika’s wrists, they didn’t move an inch, and Neji felt another wave of desire. Ignoring his own leaking, twitching cock, he swiftly knelt in front of Shika. His hand slid lower on Shika’s shaft as his other hand tugged the pants down. Breath ghosting over Shika’s weeping slit, he continued to pump in long, hard strokes until he felt the familiar shudder of Shika’s legs and body.

Then he grasped both of Shika’s balls in one hand as he slid the circle of forefinger and thumb down to the base of Shika’s cock. After a quick lick over the head, Neji closed his lips over Shika’s cock, worked him swiftly and easily into his mouth and throat, and sucked hard. At the same time, he squeezed the tender orbs with his other hand.

“Fuck,” Shika yelled, his body taut with tension as he came down the back of Neji’s throat. Neji swallowed, licked, and sucked Shika, enjoying the taste and the tremble of Shika’s body. While Shika panted, he slowly withdrew his hands and mouth, laying a tiny kiss to the side of Shika’s softening member. Then he gracefully stood up to look at the Nara.

His hands and arms were still above his head, and Neji smiled at that. He reached up to pull them down and wrapped Shika into an embrace. Neji kissed the top of his head and sighed.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Neji purred.

“Yeah,” Shika said a little weakly. “You know…nice.” He shifted to adjust himself and fasten his pants and then looked at Neji with a confused and lazily lusty expression.

“What about you?” Shika asked. “Why can’t I…” he trailed off.

Neji chuckled and nuzzled Shika, making him squirm a little. “Getting you off helps me hold back,” he explained. “You don’t know it yet, but I could spend an entire day and night getting you off as many times as you’re able and not worry about me until you’re so spent you’re begging me to come.”

Shika clung a little tighter to Neji, but Neji pulled back to look at him.

“Control…it’s another thing I like. And do very well.”

“So I see,” Shika replied.

Neji looked at his watch. “And good news: we should still be able to make our reservation.” Then he grinned at Shika, who looked equal parts sated and dazed.

“Thank God for fast cars,” Neji said, grabbing Shika’s hand and pulling him to the door. Neji waited while Shika locked the office, and then he opened the car door for Shika. He closed the Nara into the Ferrari and hummed a bit as he walked around to the other side.

Yes, tonight was going quite well so far.

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A/N: Damn. I do love these boys.

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