Inappropriate Thoughts

It all started when he had a few Very Inappropriate Thoughts after a training session with Neji. Lee exercised, ignored them, and figured they’d go away. They didn’t. He continued to have problems occasionally after particularly good fights. Luckily, it was never right after, or he’d have died from sheer embarrassment.

Then he’d seen Sakura, and figured his problems were solved. A girl that smart, pretty, and feminine would surely help him stay away from Bad Thoughts. Sadly, his feelings for her didn’t phase the dark desires at all because they were on a completely different level. He continued vigorous exercise to drive out those Wrong, Wrong fantasies.

Then came the fight with Kimimaro, sand ripping though the air in a surge of power, and Lee didn’t have to worry about Neji any more. Now his twisted dreams focused on Gaara, and part of him was relieved—it’s not as if he had to see Gaara on a daily basis. When exercise and meditation didn’t work any more, it didn’t feel so bad indulging every now and then since the chances of seeing the person his hormones were obsessing over was so low. It was still Wrong, but no solution was in sight and he didn’t have the guts to talk to Guy-sensei about it. While Naruto was gone he tried to redirect his thoughts to Sakura again, to no avail. It felt Really Wrong to direct something so basic at her, so he endured, trained, and when it became too much, he took matters into his own hand.

It was awkward seeing Gaara again after so much time and so many Distracting ideas surrounding him. But he was relieved Gaara had come out ok even if Chiyo died in his stead, and almost a little jealous of how Naruto seemed so close to him. But that was silly, all Lee had were Inappropriate Thoughts about another boy that didn’t mean anything. That night he had particularly bad dreams, which was to be expected. As he couldn’t train in the middle of the night in a camp full of Sand shinobi, he slipped out of bed and told Neji, who was on watch, that he had to relieve himself. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but he still felt bad about it. If only those inappropriate mental images would leave him alone!

Wanting to avoid any chance of prying eyes, he zigzagged away from camp for a good five minutes, not noticing a tiny floating orb of sand following him.

Lee sat down by a tree and leaned back, hating how Wrong it was not only to do this, but to do it outside. Not that there was any way he could help it. The only concession he could make was to get it over with as quickly as possible.

//Sand surging in a huge tidal wave, a giant crushing force.//

The black haired boy reached into the carefully concealed fly of his green jumpsuit and pulled out his cock, giving it a few tentative strokes.

//Hair as red as blood whipping in the wind, mouth in a firm line. Pale, pale hands performing seals. Pale hands reaching towards him. Hard breathing from exertion, mouth open.//

Lee increased his pace, biting his lip to keep any potential noises down.

//Pale lips wrapped around him, sucking hard, hands exploring. The long maroon coat whipping in the wind.//

That explained why there was so much focus on Gaara himself this time…that damn coat. His hand was pumping and he kept imagining it was Gaara’s hand and found himself unable to stop saying the name every time he exhaled, like some kind of plea.

//Power and dark eyelids and pale hands and pale eyes and red hair and hands sliding down and…//

“Gaara!” he called one last time, coming into his hand. As his breathing settled down, he looked at the mess and winced.

“What’s wrong with me?” he asked nobody.

“Why?” came a voice, horribly familiar. Lee froze, hoping desperately he was hearing things.

“Why did you say my name like that?” asked Gaara as he approached from the shadows, eyes intent.

“G-Gaara!” Lee choked, hastily wiping his hand off on the grass and making himself decent.

“Not like that.” The Kazekage was kneeling in front of him now, face unreadable and eyes boring into him. “Say my name like you did before.”

“W-what? No, that was…you weren’t…I can’t!” sputtered Lee, wondering why Gaara looked so interested when all he wanted was to die, right then and there.

“I want you to say my name like that again.”

Lee’s heart was pounding. This was Wrong, this was Very Wrong. “I should go, my teammates will worry…”

A hand shot out and cupped his groin. “Is this why? Will you say it again if I do this?”
“Gaara!” Lee panted, unable to stop himself in time.
Dark-lined eyes narrowed. Gaara leaned forward, hand pressing down. “You say my name like you want me.”

Lee could barely think, already half-hard again and confronted by the person he’d been fantasizing about for three years. “This isn’t right, please stop.”

“You don’t sound like you want to stop, and I want to hear my name again.” The hand reached through the slit in the green material, and Lee’s breath went ragged.

Hormones and decency had a brief tussle in Lee’s head. “We shouldn’t, we’re not a couple, it’s not…”

“Is that what it means?”

//No, I don’t have feelings for him, it’s only lust! I’m just confused.// But your heart doesn’t wrench when the person you’re lusting over dies, does it? “I don’t know, just…no more.”

Gaara stroked him just once, and Lee’s hips bucked. He did it again, and Lee found himself moaning.

“I don’t understand you, but I want to hear you say it more.” So the hand kept moving and Lee’s protests died, his vocabulary reduced to a name. This was every one of those Horribly Distracting dreams come true.

Gaara got his wish, Lee breathed his name like a mantra The same action shouldn’t feel so much better when somebody else did it, but Lee was beyond the point of caring. He just wanted that hand to keep moving because all he could think of was how good it felt, and he’d never been harder in his life. His hips began meeting each stroke and he was too far gone to notice how closely Gaara was watching him.

“Lee,” Gaara whispered into his ear, and Lee came hard. He slouched against the tree, too tired to hold himself up properly, and watched as Gaara licked his hand clean with wide eyes. It was then he noticed the bulge in the Kazekage’s pants.

“Gaara, you…”

Turquoise eyes followed his gaze. “I’ve never had that happen before, but something about you saying my name like that…”

Lee forces himself into a sitting position, Naughty, Naughty thoughts taking control of his body. “I could…help with that.”

“It’s uncomfortable. I want you to.”

The black haired boy unzips Gaara’s black pants and leans his head down, unsure but unable to stop. Tentatively, he licks Gaara’s cock. Hands grip his hair, encouraging his head to stay down. Growing bolder, Lee puts the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue and licking off the tiny bit of liquid already there. Gaara groans, and Lee can’t deny that he’s always really wanted to do this. He licks and sucks and his hand strokes the bottom of Gaara’s erection. In and out, the Kazekage’s breath growing short and rapid as he comes into Lee’s mouth.

After swallowing Lee looks up and sees Gaara looking oddly peaceful.

“This makes me feel wanted. Is this love?”

Lee isn’t sure what to tell him, his own head is so confused. “I don’t know, but I really liked doing it.”

“Can we do it again?”

Completely forgetting about propriety, Lee nods. “It’s much better than doing it by myself!”

Meanwhile, back at the camp, Neji rubs his eyes as if they’re burning and curses his byakugan. There are some things he’d rather not see.