Conversations

Conversations
AN: Posted on a few lj comms, now updating this account. I'm so lazy with the descriptions these days....

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, nor am I making any profit from this.

It was, Shikamaru reflected, unfortunate. Whenever they were all together, it was only a matter of time before the general level of the conversation fell into the gutter. There were only two guys who could make it take a nose-dive within seconds. Shikamaru felt it was only good that Naruto was absent from the sauna room.

This still left them with Kiba.

And again, Shikamaru reflected lazily, relaxing back into the steam, it was unfortunate that Kiba had found them in the first place. They were here at an inhospitable hour, where even old men refused to budge from wicker chairs to enjoy the sauna heat on the outskirts of town.

This is why he and Neji had made it their weekly meeting spot. It was quiet. It was comfortable and relaxing when no one spoke. Until Kiba had found them and decided to join them, without even a moment's notice.

And where there was no sound, Kiba insisted on creating some. Neji humoured him, but to Shikamaru, this was simply too much.

"So I was reading one of my sister's magazines, and I tell you, complete porn! They have more near-naked pictures of girls in there than our magazines, if you know what I mean!" Kiba roared, winking at them suggestively. He tried to block him out, but Kiba was sitting in front of him. "And they have these romance stories, where their knight comes and saves them wearing all that shining armour…. With EXPLICIT DETAIL." Kiba slapped his knee, laughing.

He started in on a new story.

"And one of the main stories in it was about masturbation, and it talked about all of these techniques women can use. Hey, Shika, I should send you a copy." If it hadn't been for the many years he had spent developing a thick skin to his mother, Ino and Kiba's scoldings, criticisms and wide-ranging taunts he may well have reacted to that. As it was, he barely twitched.

It was Neji's deep laugh that dragged him out of the lethargy he had sunk himself into.

"Hah, I knew you'd like that!" Kiba crowed, and Shikamaru knew that if he could be bothered to sit up, he'd see Kiba grinning widely, white teeth a smart line in his mouth.

The timer rang.

"Oh man, I need to go." He tightened his grip on the towel, making his way to the door. Flashing a grin, he threw his last crude comments at them. "And apparently, one out of a 100 guys can suck his own-"

At this Shikamaru shot up. "THANK YOU, KIBA." Neji laughed again, and he was too incensed to care. There was only so much someone could take.

"But…"

"Later, Kiba, later!" The door shut, he could still make out Kiba's raucous laughter as he dressed.

Still, silence eventually descended. True, silence, the gentle motion of their breathing. He sucked the damp air into his lungs.

He'd nearly forgotten Kiba and his scandalous comments when he felt Neji shift, audibly, next to him. He cracked open an eye, yawning languidly. Neji was hovering over him.

"So?" he asked, and Shikamaru had a sudden full glimpse of long black hair hanging around him.

"So what?" Shikamaru asked, nevertheless irked by the constant interruptions. Neji nodded at the door.

"Can you?" he asked smoothly. Neji always did it like this, somehow. Always pushing him into a corner where he couldn't think straight. Like when he had flicked open a silver lighter, sucking quickly at a damp cigarette in the locker room, then letting the lighter roll over his fingers, mesmerizing.

A light frown found its way onto Shikamaru's face. "Never thought about it." And with that reply, he thought the matter was closed. Beside him, he could hear the bones in Neji's back crack as he stretched, arms behind his head. And Shikamaru couldn't help but take in a well-defined chest, tapering to firm hips.

The slats dug into his buttocks. Neji leant over him, towel barely clinging to his hips, and Shikamaru felt his breath collapse on his lips as bare heat descended on him. A secure hand steadied his hips as Neji balanced himself on the narrow bench, rocking gently into him. Shikamaru could feel his damp skin slide over his, and his legs fell apart under the onslaught. Lips forced his open, kissing hungrily.

Lips trailed down to his ear, sucking at the hoop, sinful heat whispering. His hips jerked, and Neji ground into him, harsher. A still gasp interrupted the fog, and he could feel Neji smirk against his neck, licking the condensation off his skin. His hands found their way to Neji's back, pushing him down firmly.

The room fell out and into his awareness, and he knew why he was here every week.

Two slim fingers tapped his lips, and he drew them in, letting them studiously run over his teeth.

"I guess it doesn't matter." He whispers, deep in the back of his throat so that it runs shivers up into his chest. His nose nudges at the towel, and then there's slick heat that envelopes him, his hands fly down to Neji's thick hair, keeping him there as lips touch base, sucking.

Neji always did this with a kind of - or so Shikamaru thought - inherent grace and skill. The tender bite, the quick nibble, the brush of rough tongue on the base. Harsh moans caught in the air, and he knew where Neji's other hand was, the one not bruising his hip as it held him in place, not allowing him to thrust as deeply as he wanted to, to rush after the release he sought and the-

And he swallowed, it was always that, right there at the end when he'd drawn up his legs, the wicked smirk as he licked his fingers and pink tongue glimpsed naughtily between lips that had just been - it always made his legs go weak all over again, and he knew this is why he could put up with Kiba, every week.

As long as it ended like this.


R&R always welcome! :)