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Summer Heat
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A/N: For the awesome Cindelius.
Pairings: one-sided SasuNaru and a
hint of one-sided not really KakaNaru
Warnings: none really, just Naruto
lovin’ his ice a little too much XD
“Man, it’s way too damn hot out here,” Naruto
groaned, checking the placement of the
sun to estimate the time. “It wouldn’t be so bad if there was a breeze or
something.”
The jacket and mesh shirt had long since been discarded on
the ground next to him and the hideous orange pants had been rolled up to his
knees. Sasuke inwardly snorted and wondered why he
bothered to leave them on. They had to be sticking to him awkwardly, more so
than his own clothes even. ‘And it’s not like it would’ve been the first time
the loudmouth stripped down to barely nothing for the sake of comfort,’ he
thought disdainfully.
Shoving his thoughts aside, Sasuke
huffed in annoyance, “It wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t complain every two
minutes.” Since it appeared they were taking a break from their sparring
session, he figured he might as well take advantage of it and allowed himself
to drop heavily to the ground as well.
Kakashi sat, seemingly unaffected
by the stifling heat despite the ridiculous amount of clothing he wore, under
the protective shade of a nearby tree, face stuffed in his favorite raunchy
novel. For all they knew, he could’ve been asleep. Except, of course, for the
couple of times he chuckled at Naruto’s whining.
“You’d think I was torturing you,” the jounin
drawled as his feet lifted from the cooler they’d been resting on and shoved it
toward them.
Naruto quickly opened it and
tossed Sasuke a bottle of water before drinking his
own in almost one big gulp. The blond was still panting slightly when he
finally grumbled a reply. “Well, you might as well have been. Holding our
drinks hostage like that.”
Sasuke took a couple of sips and
then sat for a moment with the ice-cold bottle against his face and then the
back of his neck to help cool him down. Just because he was a master of fire
just like everyone else.
“It’s so hot. I
feel like I’m being cooked!” Naruto complained once
again, and Sasuke was no longer able or willing to
let it go.
“Shut up, already. You’re
not the only one.” Reaching into the
cooler, he grabbed a handful of ice and chunked them at his noisy teammate.
“Hey!” the blond started to protest as he was pelted by
several cubes of ice but stopped mid-sentence as a grin began to spread across
his face. “Oh, that’s cold!”
Naruto reached down, picked up a
piece of ice, and slowly ran it over his bare forehead. It melted quickly,
dripping water everywhere it went. Sasuke watched as
the droplets began to merge with his sweat, forming larger drops that began to
roll in small streams down his overheated skin. Around and around the ice went
until it was nothing more than a sliver he could barely grasp between his
fingers. Naruto then popped it in his mouth, and with
a crunch, the ice was gone.
No sooner than he’d swallowed it, he was reaching back into
the ice chest for another piece. This one roamed over his cheeks, down his
chin, and over his throat as his head tilted back slightly. Water was dripping
down Naruto’s chest and stomach, and there was a
small pool beginning to form in his navel.
When Sasuke caught himself wondering
if the puddle was still cold or if it had already warmed from his teammate’s
body heat, he quickly averted his gaze. He’d heard people say the heat can make
you crazy and was beginning to think it was true. It certainly seemed possible.
He already blamed the heat for the redness in his cheeks; it would be so much
easier to blame it for his thoughts as well. Taking another long pull from his
water bottle, he finished it off as his eyes scanned distractedly over the
training grounds.
Glancing back at Naruto,
how long was he going to do that?
Biting down the scathing remark on the tip of his tongue, he cast a quick look
at Kakashi and had to do a double take.
The jounin was sitting there with
his uncovered eye peeking up over the cover of his book, watching the ice
intently as it traveled over Naruto’s abs, making the
blond sigh in contentment.
‘What the fuck was that?’ Sasuke
blinked, completely dumbstruck. ‘Surely he wasn’t…’ When he opened his eyes
again, he found Kakashi’s gaze no longer on
unflinchingly right back at his team leader for a few seconds until allowing
his eyebrow to finally creep upward a fraction in silent question. Curving into
a smile, Kakashi’s eye simply went back to reading
his book, leaving Sasuke more confused than ever.
“Oh, man, this is
great! You gotta try it, Sasuke.”
Naruto’s voice managed to startle him out of his shock,
and he was begrudgingly grateful for the distraction from his disturbing ponderings.
Scowling, he called Naruto a
moron.
At which, Naruto threw some ice,
a handful of ice down Sasuke’s pants, while
occasionally glancing up to point out holes in their defenses thereby ensuring
neither got the upper hand.
And, for the moment at least, everything was back to normal.