Give me the Words
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,726
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Hey! Thanks for the reviews, I appreciate it a lot. ^__^
Nikana: When Naruto said reflection, he meant it as a metaphor for Minato. They're very similar in appearance, and when he says it like this, Kakashi doesn't understand what Naruto really means. Thanks for commenting again and again! ^.^
Timeframe: This scene takes place about two or three weeks before Original Sin.
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Summary: There's heat and then there's heat.
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It was a scorching hot day and Naruto was sitting in a tree out in the forest, unable to bring himself to move. He was supposed to be laying traps or finding a good place to hide, but it was simply too hot. He'd rather lose this stupid exercise than do even one more step.
He'd already stripped off his jacket and was now contemplating whether the benefits of taking off his shirt as well were really worth the effort he'd have to make, but he came to no satisfying conclusion. Instead, he heard a rustling of leaves above him and resigned himself to the fact that his short break was over. With a sigh he sat up, grimacing as his sweat-drenched shirt stuck to the bark behind him, and got ready to jump off his perch.
All of a sudden, a perky--and very familiar--voice came from almost directly behind him. "Hey!"
Naruto eeped in surprise and would have fallen right off the branch if a quick hand hadn't grabbed him by the shoulder and tugged him back against a pair of legs. Minato grinned down at him.
"And here I felt guilty for skipping out on work while you were training, but you don't seem very busy yourself, huh?"
The teen pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, but his annoyed gestures were easily revealed as lies by the way his body automatically relaxed and leaned back against his father, who was keeping himself attached to the tree at a strange angle with chakra.
"I'm supposed to be hiding while Sakura searches us, but... yeah. Too hot."
Naruto rested his head against the other's knees and looked up, but because of the bright rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves he had to squint and all he saw was a vague silhouette. However, his eyes didn't need to see for him to know what kind of smile would accompany that certain tone of amusement in his father's voice.
"Then it's exceedingly fortunate that I've brought something along to help you cool down, hmm?"
The young blond still couldn't see, but he recognized the characteristic 'snap', and when a red popsicle was dangled in front of his nose he felt a grateful grin spread over his face.
"You," he grabbed the ice and promptly stuffed it into his mouth. "Ae fe beft fatha eva!"
Minato laughed as his son sighed blissfully and closed his eyes, concentrating on the wonderfully refreshing treat in his mouth. It was cherry flavour, one of his favourites, and he moaned in delight as he sucked on the already melting treat, slowly pulling it out of his mouth. It was deliciously cool as he let his tongue lick along the sides, catching the drops that were threatening to run down his hand, and he allowed himself to slump back against his father's legs, a beatific smile on his red tinged lips. This was simply perfect.
As he watched the teen devour his popsicle, occasionally biting a bit off his own, the older blond's smile gradually faded and a light flush settled on his cheeks. He had come here because he was sick of his office, of the heat, and especially of not seeing Naruto for days on end because of this goddamn treaty with Sand, but the popsicles, his mind added helpfully, he had probably brought along because he was a masochist.
He tried to concentrate on his own stick of ice cream, but the teen kept making these little sounds, and he couldn't quite help the way his eyes kept straying back to the sight of the glistening wet popsicle vanishing between dark red lips. Of course, it wasn't because it was Naruto--that would have been just sick. Minato was just a little... high-strung. Tense. And maybe even lonely. But it had nothing to do with the fact that the one moaning throatily and looking like he was sucking on a... Well, it had nothing to do with the fact that it was Naruto, that was for sure.
"Dad?"
Snapped out of his thoughts, the man looked down at his son, only to freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. The teen was looking up at him with a perfectly innocent expression (too innocent?), his blue eyes almost dazzling in the sunlight and the vibrantly red tip of the popsicle softly laying against his lips. Minato felt his blush get worse.
"What's wrong? You aren't eating your ice cream."
In one motion, Naruto stood up and swung around on the narrow branch, coming nose to--well, collar bone with his father. "See, it's already dripping!"
The older blond blinked and slowly looked at where his son was pointing, noting that, yes, he had some of the sweet stuff running down his fingers. Still, it seemed his brain functions weren't quite up to par right now, because by the time he had understood that, Naruto had already gripped his hand and was licking up the red trail, his tongue surprisingly cool against the other's skin.
Minato swallowed, hard, and the heat from his cheeks seemed to drop down into his stomach, where it formed a scorching knot of tension.
"Na-Naruto?"
The teen looked up from what he was doing, meeting his father's gaze evenly as if he wasn't doing anything unusual at all, and then licked the trail up the other's middle finger, sucking a little at the tip to get rid of the rest of the sticky mess. Minato felt like he was going to pass out any second now, and in the distance was the sound of a whistle.
Naruto smiled and took a step back, licking his lips. "Seems like I have to go. But thanks for coming. Will you be home for dinner?"
"Wh-what? Err, right. Dinner. Uhm, sure. Yes, I'll be home." (Breathe Minato, just breathe. And stop thinking about coming.)
"Great!" The teen grinned brightly. "See you then!"
And before the older blond quite knew what to say Naruto was gone, jumping from tree to tree to meet his teammates. Minato stared at the after the dot of orange until he couldn't see it anymore, then turned his gaze on the still melting popsicle in his hand, quite determined not to acknowledge the way his pants felt a little tight. Of course, it was only because of the heat, and because he was so tense, and because he was lonely and not used to, uh, attention like this anymore. Really. Not that Naruto had done it intentionally! His innocent little boy (a bit too innocent, don't you think?) had had no idea what he was doing to his father--not that he had done anything. Because nothing had happened. And Naruto hadn't done anything.
And while he was at it, he could also pretend he had never left his office.
...
"I'm so screwed."
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Nikana: When Naruto said reflection, he meant it as a metaphor for Minato. They're very similar in appearance, and when he says it like this, Kakashi doesn't understand what Naruto really means. Thanks for commenting again and again! ^.^
Timeframe: This scene takes place about two or three weeks before Original Sin.
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Summary: There's heat and then there's heat.
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It was a scorching hot day and Naruto was sitting in a tree out in the forest, unable to bring himself to move. He was supposed to be laying traps or finding a good place to hide, but it was simply too hot. He'd rather lose this stupid exercise than do even one more step.
He'd already stripped off his jacket and was now contemplating whether the benefits of taking off his shirt as well were really worth the effort he'd have to make, but he came to no satisfying conclusion. Instead, he heard a rustling of leaves above him and resigned himself to the fact that his short break was over. With a sigh he sat up, grimacing as his sweat-drenched shirt stuck to the bark behind him, and got ready to jump off his perch.
All of a sudden, a perky--and very familiar--voice came from almost directly behind him. "Hey!"
Naruto eeped in surprise and would have fallen right off the branch if a quick hand hadn't grabbed him by the shoulder and tugged him back against a pair of legs. Minato grinned down at him.
"And here I felt guilty for skipping out on work while you were training, but you don't seem very busy yourself, huh?"
The teen pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, but his annoyed gestures were easily revealed as lies by the way his body automatically relaxed and leaned back against his father, who was keeping himself attached to the tree at a strange angle with chakra.
"I'm supposed to be hiding while Sakura searches us, but... yeah. Too hot."
Naruto rested his head against the other's knees and looked up, but because of the bright rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves he had to squint and all he saw was a vague silhouette. However, his eyes didn't need to see for him to know what kind of smile would accompany that certain tone of amusement in his father's voice.
"Then it's exceedingly fortunate that I've brought something along to help you cool down, hmm?"
The young blond still couldn't see, but he recognized the characteristic 'snap', and when a red popsicle was dangled in front of his nose he felt a grateful grin spread over his face.
"You," he grabbed the ice and promptly stuffed it into his mouth. "Ae fe beft fatha eva!"
Minato laughed as his son sighed blissfully and closed his eyes, concentrating on the wonderfully refreshing treat in his mouth. It was cherry flavour, one of his favourites, and he moaned in delight as he sucked on the already melting treat, slowly pulling it out of his mouth. It was deliciously cool as he let his tongue lick along the sides, catching the drops that were threatening to run down his hand, and he allowed himself to slump back against his father's legs, a beatific smile on his red tinged lips. This was simply perfect.
As he watched the teen devour his popsicle, occasionally biting a bit off his own, the older blond's smile gradually faded and a light flush settled on his cheeks. He had come here because he was sick of his office, of the heat, and especially of not seeing Naruto for days on end because of this goddamn treaty with Sand, but the popsicles, his mind added helpfully, he had probably brought along because he was a masochist.
He tried to concentrate on his own stick of ice cream, but the teen kept making these little sounds, and he couldn't quite help the way his eyes kept straying back to the sight of the glistening wet popsicle vanishing between dark red lips. Of course, it wasn't because it was Naruto--that would have been just sick. Minato was just a little... high-strung. Tense. And maybe even lonely. But it had nothing to do with the fact that the one moaning throatily and looking like he was sucking on a... Well, it had nothing to do with the fact that it was Naruto, that was for sure.
"Dad?"
Snapped out of his thoughts, the man looked down at his son, only to freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. The teen was looking up at him with a perfectly innocent expression (too innocent?), his blue eyes almost dazzling in the sunlight and the vibrantly red tip of the popsicle softly laying against his lips. Minato felt his blush get worse.
"What's wrong? You aren't eating your ice cream."
In one motion, Naruto stood up and swung around on the narrow branch, coming nose to--well, collar bone with his father. "See, it's already dripping!"
The older blond blinked and slowly looked at where his son was pointing, noting that, yes, he had some of the sweet stuff running down his fingers. Still, it seemed his brain functions weren't quite up to par right now, because by the time he had understood that, Naruto had already gripped his hand and was licking up the red trail, his tongue surprisingly cool against the other's skin.
Minato swallowed, hard, and the heat from his cheeks seemed to drop down into his stomach, where it formed a scorching knot of tension.
"Na-Naruto?"
The teen looked up from what he was doing, meeting his father's gaze evenly as if he wasn't doing anything unusual at all, and then licked the trail up the other's middle finger, sucking a little at the tip to get rid of the rest of the sticky mess. Minato felt like he was going to pass out any second now, and in the distance was the sound of a whistle.
Naruto smiled and took a step back, licking his lips. "Seems like I have to go. But thanks for coming. Will you be home for dinner?"
"Wh-what? Err, right. Dinner. Uhm, sure. Yes, I'll be home." (Breathe Minato, just breathe. And stop thinking about coming.)
"Great!" The teen grinned brightly. "See you then!"
And before the older blond quite knew what to say Naruto was gone, jumping from tree to tree to meet his teammates. Minato stared at the after the dot of orange until he couldn't see it anymore, then turned his gaze on the still melting popsicle in his hand, quite determined not to acknowledge the way his pants felt a little tight. Of course, it was only because of the heat, and because he was so tense, and because he was lonely and not used to, uh, attention like this anymore. Really. Not that Naruto had done it intentionally! His innocent little boy (a bit too innocent, don't you think?) had had no idea what he was doing to his father--not that he had done anything. Because nothing had happened. And Naruto hadn't done anything.
And while he was at it, he could also pretend he had never left his office.
...
"I'm so screwed."
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