Spandex

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or make any money off of it.

A/N: Yeah, I don't ever think it would ever happen, either. But a friend suggested it, and once in my mind it wouldn't leave. I love Rock Lee.

Green spandex. It was the green spandex that gave Lee away. He was practicing taijutsu – which he did every day, rain or shine. When Neji came out to practice with him, Lee hoped his blush was attributed the heat and exercise. Not the thought of twisting silken hair in his fingers, or pale flesh quivering under his touch. He held his composure, barely, when Neji commented on his form. Apparently, he shifted his weight when he shouldn’t during the transition from crouching-tiger to hidden-dragon.

“No, you’re doing it again, Lee-kun,” Neji said, an annoyed look flitting across his face. The image of that face contorted in the throes of passion, came unbidden to Lee’s mind. He swallowed hard.

“You’re not concentrating,” Neji accused, tapping the offending knee and leaving two fingers lightly in place. “Again- don’t move this knee.” Lee tried to focus on the techniques, and not the heat radiating out from the point of contact to collect in his groin. No, not here, not now. Neji’s eyes missed nothing. Lee tried the movement again, concentrating on the motion. He’d done this literally thousands of times....why was it so hard now?

Suddenly the hand on his knee gripped him, hard. Lee shuddered and pulled away, but too late, the bulge in his too-tight pants was readily apparent. He panted shallowly, praying the Hyuuga wouldn’t notice. But Neji did, his eyes widening for an instant before his cool expression returned.

“You’re still shifting your weight.”

“Forgive me, Neji-kun, but I don’t think you’re helping,” Lee ground out; he would be polite if it killed him.

“Yes. I see.” Lee burned with shame. “Try it again.” Lee looked at him in shock. “You should be able to do them regardless of...distractions.” The Hyuuga had to have a sadistic streak. He waited for Lee to move and when he didn’t, said, “Try it again, Lee. Shinobi don’t quit. You don’t quit.” Still, Lee didn’t move. “Or maybe you do.” Neji brushed past Lee with a flick of dark hair.

Angered, Lee caught Neji’s wrist. Neji looked from the trembling Lee to his captured wrist and back again, waiting for an explanation. He never got one. Lee pulled sharply and leaned in, catching Neji’s lips clumsily with his own. It was a brief kiss, quickly broken. It was hard to say who was more surprised.

Lee backed away, bending into a deep bow. “I’m sorry, Neji-kun! That was unacceptable! I humbly beg....” Lee straitened suddenly, features hardening from embarrassment to resolve. “I love you, Neji-kun! Will you sleep with me?”

Lee didn’t wait for an answer, instead closing in on the gaping Neji. He caught the yielding Hyuuga by the front of the shirt, pulling him in for a deep kiss, less awkward now that he had the hang of the angles.

Neji caught his breath, bracing his hands against Lee’s chest.

“What?” Lee’s fingers tangled in the thick hair at the back of Neji’s neck. “Was this not part of your destiny?” His voice quivered with emotion. “You seemed so sure of it. Neji-kun.”

“Lee...” Neji’s voice was as throaty as his own. Lee rolled his hips, rubbing his erection against Neji’s hip.

“Are you one more thing I can’t have? Can’t do?” Lee felt tears track down his face, but he was past caring.

“No.” Lee almost missed Neji’s whispered answer. “You already have me.” One of Neji’s hands snaked around Lee’s neck and the other cupped him through the thin fabric. Lee moaned and his grip on Neji’s hair tightened until Neji whimpered. Lee loosened his grasp, only to slide his hand down Neji’s neck and under the collar of his shirt. Lee pressed eager but graceless kisses along the pale collarbone, caressing with lips and tongue and nipping lightly.

Neji’s nimble hands found their way inside the waistband of Lee’s pants, pulling his erection free over Lee’s half-coherent protests. Anyone

could come in now, Tenten had said she’d be in later. But Neji was already sinking to his knees, breathing on Lee’s quivering cock. Tentatively, he flicked his tongue across the tip. Lee caught his breath, jumping at the sudden contact. Neji smirked briefly at Lee’s reaction, then took the head in his mouth. His tongue worked along the underside. Lee hissed and leaned in, urging Neji to swallow more. Neji grabbed Lee’s hips to hold him still and gain leverage. Slowly, Neji took Lee fully in his mouth and slowly he began to pump up the hard length. Neji was not inexperienced. Certainly, it had been a while since he’d fooled around with Sasuke, but there were some things one didn’t forget. And with this, it was all about knowing when to breathe. Also not gagging. Neji took a breath and impaled himself fully, gracefully swallowing when Lee came, spurting hot seed into his waiting mouth. He gave Lee’s softening cock a few last licks and rested his forehead against his hip for a moment. Hastily tucking himself back into his pants, Lee dropped to his knees in front of Neji and threw his arms around Neji’s neck.

“Thank you, Neji-kun! I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend!”

Neji struggled to disentangle himself. “We are not boyfriends.” Lee sat back, looking stricken. Neji flinched under that earnest regard. “Don’t look at me like that, Lee. This was just fun....ah, Christ. Fine,” he relented, bracing himself for the renewed embrace. “But you cannot tell anyone. Not Gai-sensei. Not Tenten, absolutely no one. Understand?”

Lee nodded his enthusiastic understanding. Neji climbed to his feet and pulled Lee up after him.

“Do you want to go on a date tonight, Neji-kun?”

Neji sighed and rolled his eyes.

***********

“I’m sorry, Neji-kun, I have forgotten lube. Please forgive me! How could I be so unprepared?!” Lee was clearly distraught. “Gai-sensei told me ‘whatever you do- don’t forget lube.’”

Neji pulled a face. “I can forgive lube-forgetting. But do not ever mention Gai-sensei in the bedroom again.”

“But-”

“EVER!” Lee nodded meekly. Neji slid off the bed and padded over to where he’d left a weapons bag, long hair flowing across the smooth planes of his naked back. He fished around in it for an instant. “Here.” He threw a small flask to Lee. “It’s for sore muscles, but it’ll work.”

He returned to find Lee in tears. “What now?” He was more curious than annoyed.

“Neji-kun, you are so beautiful!” Lee wiped vainly at the tears streaming down his face. Neji froze, speechless. And for the first time in years, he blushed. The admiring gaze of his teammate warmed parts of him he’d thought were dead.

“Hush.” He climbed back on the bed and kissed Lee’s wet cheeks. “Didn’t they ever tell you that boys aren’t supposed to cry?” Lee flung his arms around Neji’s neck, pulling him down so they were chest to chest, Neji’s full weight on Lee. Lee’s impressive erection pressed into Neji. They rolled over together, reversing positions. Lee propped himself up and captured Neji’s mouth in a demanding kiss. It surprised Neji that respectful, tear-prone Lee possessed such intensity.

Neji moaned into Lee’s mouth as a calloused hand closed around his swollen cock. A thumb ran along the ridge, and Neji bucked involuntarily.

“Good God, Lee.” Lee sank his teeth into the lobe of Neji’s ear. “Please. Now.”

Lee got to his knees, fumbling with the flask of oil. Neji shivered, suddenly cold with the absence of his lover’s body. He spread his legs, bending them at the knees, eager to give Lee access. Lee slicked his fingers, trembling so badly that he managed to spill half the bottle. Neji didn’t have a chance for irritation, though, as those fingers pressed against his entrance. Lee’s fingers teased the quivering flesh. Slowly he slid one oil-slick finger into Neji’s heat, Neji caught his breath, struggling to hold still. Lee added tentative finger.

“Are you alright, Neji-kun?” Even through his lust, Lee’s face showed his concern.

Neji nodded and angled his hips. “Fuck me, Lee.” Neji pulled Lee’s face to his and kissed him roughly. Lee braced himself, positioning him self between Neji’s legs. He hesitated, cock just touching the loosened muscles.

“Go on,” Neji whispered huskily, “I trust you, Lee.” Lee pushed forward slowly taking Neji, possessing him. He hesitated when he was fully sheathed, but Neji quickly urged him on. Lee withdrew and thrust in again, faster this time. Neji moaned and rocked his hips up to meet him. Lee found his rhythm, pounding into Neji with abandon. Neji lost capability for coherent thought as Lee hit the secret spot within him again and again.

Lee’s unflagging energy was impressive, but finally he cried out Neji’s name and spilled himself deep within Neji. Neji came a moment later, fingers digging furrows into Lee’s shoulders.

Lee held still a moment longer, still within Neji, then withdrew and collapsed next to his lover. After he regained his breath, Lee reached out to pull Neji to him.

Neji resisted. “I don’t cuddle. Fuck, yes; cuddle, no,” he said flatly.

Lee’s eyes widened in hurt, and his lower lip trembled slightly. “Please, Neji-kun?”

“You’re not going to cry again, are you?” Neji more accused than asked.

“No,” Lee lied, eyes already glistening.

“Oh for fuck’s sake....fine.” Neji rolled his eyes at Lee’s delighted expression but let himself be settled against Lee’s chest, his dark hair splashing across Lee’s firm stomach.

Lee sighed happily. “I can’t wait to tell Gai-sensei.”