Taste

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Naruto, and I'm making no money of this. Swear.

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He tastes good. I only got a short, tiny sample, but it was enough. He tastes really, really good. Like oranges and spice, weirdly enough, and himself. That’s the best part of his taste. Him. I wonder what the rest of him tastes like… Salt and musk, maybe, if I tasted him right now, when we’re all still sweaty and exhausted from the mission. Yeah… salt and musk and spice and Sasuke…

Augh! Dammit, Uzumaki, get a grip on yourself! You are not sitting here dirty and sweaty and half-asleep on your feet and fantasizing about kissing Uchiha Sasuke the Ice Bitch.

But… he looks so good, just standing there with his hair falling into one eye, his arms crossed and his clothes torn. I can see fishnet underneath the rips in his black tunic, and all of a sudden I’m thinking about tearing that tunic all the way off and hooking my fingers in that fishnet… yanking him up close to me and kissing him again… But this one wouldn’t be short and accidental. Hell no, I’d make this one last. And tongue. There’d be tongue too, mine rubbing against his, my lips sucking on it… Maybe he’d moan. That’s a very appealing thought… A moaning, arching, writhing Sasuke…

“Naruto!!” Sakura’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I jump a foot, blinking at her. She glares at me, hands on her hips. “Stop staring at Sasuke like that, you freak, and let’s go! I’m tired and I want to get home!”

I groan and quickly look down at the ground, knowing I blu blushing like crazy. And what’s worse, I’ve got a hard-on from hell thanks to my daydreaming. Shit. Hopefully my pants are baggy enough to hide it until I can either make it go away or take care of it.

I sneak a glance over towards Sasuke, wondering if he noticed me staring, too. He’s not looking at me, but he’s got this little amused sort of smirk on his face. Dammit. I hate that smirk. It’s sexy as hell, yeah, but it’s friggin’ annoying too, thanks to that arrogant attitude of his. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything. He just pushes himself away from the tree he’s been leaning against and stalks off after Kakashi-sensei and Sakura. I sigh, and after a moment or two, I follow them.

Oh no. Bad idea. Baaaad idea. That puts me walking behind Sasuke, and I end up staring at his ass, and my hard-on decides to remind me quite forcefully that yeah, it’s still there. I do my best to swallow a little groan -- half arousal, half frustration -- when my brain -- without my permission, by the way -- starts sending me images of my hands running over that tight, gorgeous backside, seeing Sasuke arch his back and whimper while I grope him, seeing him naked and on his hands and knees in front of me. Crap. This is not good; I’m so hard it hurts and we still have to go through debriefing. And even after that I’ll still be a good mile or two from my house.

All of a sudden we pass by a restaurant. Restaurants mean bathrooms. Bathrooms mean relief. Oh, thank you, whatever deity might be up there listening to me!

“U-uh… I’ll be right back, guys! You go on without me! I’ll catch up!”

Sakura blinks at me as I dash for the restaurant door. “Don’t tell me you can’t wait until after debriefing for your ramen, Naruto!”

“Sorry, Sakura-chan! When you gotta go, you gotta go!” Then I’m inside, and I grab the nearest waiter to ask where the bathrooms are. He points it out to me, and somehow I managed to not run there.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! It’s empty, and there’s even a lock! Quickly I lock the door, then move over to the farthest wall. As soon as my back hits the tile, I’ve got my pants around my thighs and my fingers wrapped around my shaft. I have to bite the side of my free hand to stop the moan of relief that bubbles up as I stroke. It’s hard and quick and dirty, but I don’t have time to draw this out. But in spite of the fact I’m trying to get this over with as soon as possible, I still have time to pretend it’s Sasuke’s hand on me, it’s his fingers squeezing me, it’s his thumb rubbing over my tip. I arch my head back against the wall, bucking against my palm. Almost… I’m almost there…

“Nngh… Sa… Sasuke…! Augh!” Finally! I come hard, thick, hot seed spurting over my fingers and stomach as fireworks go off behind my eyes. “Oh, yeah…”

“Was it good?”

My eyes fly open, and the first thing I see is him, leaning against the wall near the door, his arms crossed against his chest, that smirk of his plastered across his lips.

Oh, fuck.

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AN: Since people seem to be itching for a second chapter, I added this little author's note to tell you yes, another chapter is coming! ^.~ What, you thought I'd leave poor Naruto like that? Pfffft. No, trust me, this thing will eventually have a plot. ^.^v