Almost Sucks
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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77
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Can’t help himself
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: July 1st 2008, Tuesday
second time: January 20th 2009, Tuesday
Full version
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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69: Can’t help himself
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Epilogue 2.2: Lee and Gaara
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He is on his back and seeps into me, his strength and his warmth. I am on top and I feel him firm and sweaty against the inside of my legs and under my palms pressing on his chest. Some of his hair is fine, some is crude and tickles. Against the inside of my cheeks where we are joined it tickles. His hands are calloused and grip my hips with security and gentle confidence. Sometimes he hides their gentleness for me and pretends to be just confident and secure. I like that. But this day he doesn’t. I like when he doesn’t too.
I love feeling him. It tells me that he is here and he is really with me. Physical closeness was a new concept for me, but I’ve embraced it. I feel him in my bones. The physical used to equate to violence with me and as I feel his strength and firmness, I know he is also fragile and can be easily broken. It’s odd, how people can seem strong when they in truth are weaker than the gravel they walk on. It is contrast and it reminds me of myself. Sometimes I watch the vulnerable spots of him and know I can kill him in seconds. Sometimes I want to, to rid myself of feeling his strength when he is actually weak; but I have decided that is not me.
He moans and his hips roll; mine roll with his and I close my eyes for a second to just feel him. His eyes have been closed for a while and his hands squeeze. Then the phone next to our hips rings and he jerks out of feeling me and his closed eyes open. He tenses and looks lost for a moment, but before he can act, with a new roll of my hips and gesture of my hand that I’ll take care of this, I reach for the receiver.
The phone is there because Lee’s trainer called just when we got home and they talked as I walked him to his room. They talked all through me undressing myself, but Lee hung up when I started to work on his clothes. ‘We have double shifts tomorrow,’ he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. ‘Then we’ll use today,’ I mumbled and snaked my tongue between his lips.
“Yes,” I say to the caller and sound like I’m watching boring news, not shifting my hips against Lee to get him deeper.
“Gaara?” Naruto sounds disappointed and confused. “Where is Lee?”
“Around,” I say. Lee frowns and I mouth ‘it’s okay.’ He looks a bit desperate and squirms beneath me.
“Can I talk to him?”
“No,” I say. “Is it Sasuke again?”
Lee gestures at me to hang up the phone, but I shake my head. He’s blushing worse than before, not nearly as accepting of being on the phone in the middle of sex as I am.
“Wha... N-no! You...!” Naruto fumbles with the words. “Why does it always have to be about Sasuke!?”
“He is still ignoring you, isn’t he?”
“He is not ignoring me, he’s...!” Naruto holds his breath hard and frantically searches for good words. When he fails he lets his breath out in a loud, frustrated sigh. “Yes! Yes, he’s still ignoring me. Are you satisfied?”
“Very satisfied,” I say and shift my hips again to tell Lee that my words are more to him than to Naruto. I can keep it from my voice, but it is very satisfying. His dark eyes are squeezed shut again and his grip on my hips is bordering on painful.
“He’s being an asshole,” Naruto complains. “I try to save us from making things even worse and he acts like I insulted his... music or something.”
“I heard about your fight.”
“It wasn’t a fight,” Naruto mutters. “I tried to talk to him and he punched me in the face. Do you have any idea how much restraint it took not to punch him back? Luckily Iruka just got pissed at Sasuke. He said he liked my ‘display of maturity’. I told him I just didn’t want the sex ban to get longer, but he just said ‘good’. I feel whipped.”
“You are whipped.”
“Hey! I wanna see you trying to handle a month without sex just after you discovered how great it is! Oh! Oh, and while your boyfriend ignores you because he’s a bastard asshole who can’t tell when you’re being nice and smart. The only thing I want is to get this over with as quickly as possible.”
“He’s sexually frustrated,” I say and the pleasure almost slips into my voice when Lee meets a particularly good spot inside of me. I close my eyes and hear Lee strangle a moan as I constrict around him.
“You think?” Naruto is sarcastic. “So am I! I just know it’s better to wait for three more weeks than to give in now and be banned for a year. It’s been a week already. But I want us to get through it together! I don’t want him to go off sulking on his own, I want to... I want to be with him! I... thought we learned something... you know... last time.”
Naruto sounds genuinely sad and one part of me feels bad about letting him talk about this now. Lee feels it too, despite the situation he’s in; I can see it in his eyes and feel it in the way his fingers go from gripping to softly tracing on my hips. ‘Be nice to him,’ they say.
“Maybe he learned that he can’t handle not being with you together with you.”
There is a pause on the other end of the phone and a smile on Lee’s face and in his tracing. ‘Thank you.’
“What...?” Naruto hesitates. “You mean like... he can’t control himself?”
“Yes,” I say. My voice lowers and I burrow my gaze in Lee’s eyes. “You make him itch in an excruciatingly good way. You make him hot and turned on and he doesn’t know what to do with the urge, the need. You make him fantasize and he can’t help it. He does it on the bus, in class and in the canteen; in his bed before he goes to sleep, touching himself. He imagines you pushing him up against a wall, pulling his pants down and exposing him just enough and then...”
“Okay! Okay! Stop! I get it!” Naruto’s voice cracks in every way possible and I can practically hear his burning cheeks and racing heart.
Lee should have been disappointed, as he usually is when I tease our friend, but now his eyes are glowing and his hips grow more insistent. I know what his fingers on me are saying and they are right. My eyes fall shut again.
“You want me to hang up now,” I almost moan. “Before Lee comes.”
“W-when is he coming back?” Naruto asks, too distracted with his own problem to realize what we are talking about.
“Not ‘back’,” I smile. “And any second now.”
I click the red button and drop the phone on the bed, grabbing a hold of Lee’s legs and lean back against his knees that are pulled up behind me.
“I know,” I breathe a reply to his fingers toward the ceiling. “I’m evil.”
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: July 1st 2008, Tuesday
second time: January 20th 2009, Tuesday
Full version
.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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69: Can’t help himself
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Epilogue 2.2: Lee and Gaara
.
.
He is on his back and seeps into me, his strength and his warmth. I am on top and I feel him firm and sweaty against the inside of my legs and under my palms pressing on his chest. Some of his hair is fine, some is crude and tickles. Against the inside of my cheeks where we are joined it tickles. His hands are calloused and grip my hips with security and gentle confidence. Sometimes he hides their gentleness for me and pretends to be just confident and secure. I like that. But this day he doesn’t. I like when he doesn’t too.
I love feeling him. It tells me that he is here and he is really with me. Physical closeness was a new concept for me, but I’ve embraced it. I feel him in my bones. The physical used to equate to violence with me and as I feel his strength and firmness, I know he is also fragile and can be easily broken. It’s odd, how people can seem strong when they in truth are weaker than the gravel they walk on. It is contrast and it reminds me of myself. Sometimes I watch the vulnerable spots of him and know I can kill him in seconds. Sometimes I want to, to rid myself of feeling his strength when he is actually weak; but I have decided that is not me.
He moans and his hips roll; mine roll with his and I close my eyes for a second to just feel him. His eyes have been closed for a while and his hands squeeze. Then the phone next to our hips rings and he jerks out of feeling me and his closed eyes open. He tenses and looks lost for a moment, but before he can act, with a new roll of my hips and gesture of my hand that I’ll take care of this, I reach for the receiver.
The phone is there because Lee’s trainer called just when we got home and they talked as I walked him to his room. They talked all through me undressing myself, but Lee hung up when I started to work on his clothes. ‘We have double shifts tomorrow,’ he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. ‘Then we’ll use today,’ I mumbled and snaked my tongue between his lips.
“Yes,” I say to the caller and sound like I’m watching boring news, not shifting my hips against Lee to get him deeper.
“Gaara?” Naruto sounds disappointed and confused. “Where is Lee?”
“Around,” I say. Lee frowns and I mouth ‘it’s okay.’ He looks a bit desperate and squirms beneath me.
“Can I talk to him?”
“No,” I say. “Is it Sasuke again?”
Lee gestures at me to hang up the phone, but I shake my head. He’s blushing worse than before, not nearly as accepting of being on the phone in the middle of sex as I am.
“Wha... N-no! You...!” Naruto fumbles with the words. “Why does it always have to be about Sasuke!?”
“He is still ignoring you, isn’t he?”
“He is not ignoring me, he’s...!” Naruto holds his breath hard and frantically searches for good words. When he fails he lets his breath out in a loud, frustrated sigh. “Yes! Yes, he’s still ignoring me. Are you satisfied?”
“Very satisfied,” I say and shift my hips again to tell Lee that my words are more to him than to Naruto. I can keep it from my voice, but it is very satisfying. His dark eyes are squeezed shut again and his grip on my hips is bordering on painful.
“He’s being an asshole,” Naruto complains. “I try to save us from making things even worse and he acts like I insulted his... music or something.”
“I heard about your fight.”
“It wasn’t a fight,” Naruto mutters. “I tried to talk to him and he punched me in the face. Do you have any idea how much restraint it took not to punch him back? Luckily Iruka just got pissed at Sasuke. He said he liked my ‘display of maturity’. I told him I just didn’t want the sex ban to get longer, but he just said ‘good’. I feel whipped.”
“You are whipped.”
“Hey! I wanna see you trying to handle a month without sex just after you discovered how great it is! Oh! Oh, and while your boyfriend ignores you because he’s a bastard asshole who can’t tell when you’re being nice and smart. The only thing I want is to get this over with as quickly as possible.”
“He’s sexually frustrated,” I say and the pleasure almost slips into my voice when Lee meets a particularly good spot inside of me. I close my eyes and hear Lee strangle a moan as I constrict around him.
“You think?” Naruto is sarcastic. “So am I! I just know it’s better to wait for three more weeks than to give in now and be banned for a year. It’s been a week already. But I want us to get through it together! I don’t want him to go off sulking on his own, I want to... I want to be with him! I... thought we learned something... you know... last time.”
Naruto sounds genuinely sad and one part of me feels bad about letting him talk about this now. Lee feels it too, despite the situation he’s in; I can see it in his eyes and feel it in the way his fingers go from gripping to softly tracing on my hips. ‘Be nice to him,’ they say.
“Maybe he learned that he can’t handle not being with you together with you.”
There is a pause on the other end of the phone and a smile on Lee’s face and in his tracing. ‘Thank you.’
“What...?” Naruto hesitates. “You mean like... he can’t control himself?”
“Yes,” I say. My voice lowers and I burrow my gaze in Lee’s eyes. “You make him itch in an excruciatingly good way. You make him hot and turned on and he doesn’t know what to do with the urge, the need. You make him fantasize and he can’t help it. He does it on the bus, in class and in the canteen; in his bed before he goes to sleep, touching himself. He imagines you pushing him up against a wall, pulling his pants down and exposing him just enough and then...”
“Okay! Okay! Stop! I get it!” Naruto’s voice cracks in every way possible and I can practically hear his burning cheeks and racing heart.
Lee should have been disappointed, as he usually is when I tease our friend, but now his eyes are glowing and his hips grow more insistent. I know what his fingers on me are saying and they are right. My eyes fall shut again.
“You want me to hang up now,” I almost moan. “Before Lee comes.”
“W-when is he coming back?” Naruto asks, too distracted with his own problem to realize what we are talking about.
“Not ‘back’,” I smile. “And any second now.”
I click the red button and drop the phone on the bed, grabbing a hold of Lee’s legs and lean back against his knees that are pulled up behind me.
“I know,” I breathe a reply to his fingers toward the ceiling. “I’m evil.”
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