Assist Me

"Assist Me"

By Hestia AKA RegencyCathy

Birthday gift fiction for llyoung

“You’ll make my brother your assistant, Shikamaru, or I’ll tell Big Tits you’re single again and looking,” said Temari looking grimly serious.

Shikamaru sighed and just said, “What’s his name?”

Temari gave him that smile that almost made Shikamaru think she looked sexy. But women, no, he was done with women, except for cheap and easy one-night stands or quickies. And Temari would never, never be that sort of woman. And he really did prefer men anyway. He was bisexual more from laziness than preference. People just assumed he was straight and threw women at him. And, well, it was easier to be ridden or blown than to use his hand. Ok, easier if you didn’t have to deal with the consequences . . .

“God dammit, Shika! Did you hear me?” said Temari in a voice so loud that everyone in the Konoha Advertising Agency no doubt heard her.

Shikamaru focused and said, “Yes, your brother’s name is Garrett.”

“Gaara, his name is Gaara,” said Temari, looking annoyed.

“Gaara,” repeated Shikamaru. “So why do I need an assistant, Temari? Or is this a favor?”

Temari sighed. “Ok, it’s a favor. But he’s a good artist, Shika, and a sweet boy. He’s just misunderstood. And he needs a job, just until—“ Temari broke off and looked so upset and stressed that Shikamaru sighed again.

“It’s ok; don’t tell me. I’ll have him do sketches and fetch things until you say it’s ok to stop. But that better be sooner rather than later,” he added as Temari looked overjoyed.

“Yes, yes, it will be. Thank you, Shikamaru,” said Temari heading towards the door. “He’ll be here tomorrow morning.”

And here he was the next morning, Shikamaru found when he walked into his office. Oh, lord, a redhead! And with a great ass! And then the slender, young body turned around, and Shikamaru cursed. The kid had a tatt on his forehead, red--red like his hair, some kanji. And earrings up and down his ears. And was wearing eyeliner. And had an awesome pair of aquamarine contacts because the odds of anyone being born with eyes that gorgeous color were rare, very rare. Shit! How the fuck was he supposed to work with this wet dream in his office all fucking day for the next few days, or even worse, weeks!

“I’m Gaara,” said the wet dream.

“Shikamaru. Now go get me some fucking coffee.”

A hurt look flashed over that pretty face, then vanished. The boy’s face looked blank, dead, and Shikamaru wondered if he’d imagined that quick glimpse of pain. He moved silently around Shikamaru without a word, disappearing.

Sighing Shika went to his desk and sat down. He started playing his phone messages, hooked in his laptop, and got to work. Hopefully the kid wouldn’t come back.

He was deep into tweaking the lawnmower ad for Grass Country Mowers when he realized his coffee cup was empty. Oh. Wait. Coffee. He looked up and found Temari’s little brother was sitting quietly in his client chair watching him. Shikamaru jumped a little and felt a shiver go up his back. He never liked working with people watching him. Had he really sat here not even aware of this kid for—he quickly glanced at his clock—forty-four minutes?

Silently the redhead rose to his feet and held out his hand. Shikamaru handed him the cup and said, “More cream.”

The redhead nodded and left as silently as he had the first time. As he watched that sexy ass move out his office door, Shikamaru had a vision of the redhead on his knees under his desk, this desk, looking up at him with those big aquamarine eyes rimmed with black eyeliner saying, “More cream, please.” Fuck! His cock leaped in his pants at that idea. He could grab those ears with all the metal on them or that red, red hair and tug that head in tight, forcing his cock deep into that mouth of his—fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why the hell did Temari have to have such a fucking hot brother?

And that hot brother was back, putting down the coffee carefully in front of him. Then he silently sat down in the client chair again, just looking at Shikamaru. Shikamaru’s dick throbbed. Fuck! He sipped the coffee, which was perfect, just how he liked it. Fuck! He tried to get back to working on his latest lawnmower ad, but he couldn’t focus. And his cock wouldn’t go down. Fuck!

“Get out,” he said.

Gaara shook his head, saying, “I have to do this job even if you don’t want me to or order me not to. Otherwise I’ll be locked up, and I’ll kill someone if that happens again.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The little shit was serious. Temari’s brother was some sort of juvenile delinquent killer, and he basically was a form of house arrest! Damn that sneaky bitch!

“Well, go take a break,” Shika ordered.

“Where and doing what?” asked Gaara.

Shika sighed and frowned. His cock didn’t seem to care that this kid was as dumb as a fucking rock; in fact, it was as hard as a rock, getting harder by the second. “Go wack off in the supply closet,” he snapped, thinking that was what he was going to have to do if this kid stayed here any longer.

The redhead just stood up and left silently. Good! Well, it had taken sarcasm to get the idiot out of the room, but at least he could work now. But it took him a good while to get back to his lawnmower ad. And for some reason, the guy in the ad suddenly had to have red hair . . .

“Shikamaru!” screamed Temari.

Shika looked up, puzzled, at an enraged Temari.

“Do you know where your assistant is, Shikamaru?”

“Ah, on a break,” he said, glancing at the clock. Oh, shit. A break that was three hours long!

“No,” said Temari.

“He left the building?”

“No.”

Shikamaru thought about it, then suddenly it flashed on him—no, no way! He jumped up from his desk and raced into the hallway. Fuck! The hall was filled with every employee in the place except for Temari and Gaara. And they were all crammed around the door to the supply closet. He started running down the hall. They moved away and let him charge into the twelve foot by five foot supply closet. He almost passed out at the sight inside but managed to slam the door behind him. He immediately turned toward the door and began shoving a stack of heavy boxes of paper in front of it. “Help me,” he ordered.

Together they moved the stack in front of the door, so no one could come in. Then Shikamaru turned and looked at Gaara again. He moaned, feeling a little dizzy. The redhead’s cock was pierced—a lot. And big. And hard. He turned his head to look over at the floor to make sure what he had seen was real. Yes, yes, there was a lot of cum on the floor. A lot. Like someone had wacked off again and again. Like for three hours.

“My dick hurts. Can I stop wacking off now, Shikamaru?”

Oh fucking god. The sound of his name from Gaara’s lips made his whole body shudder. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And then the rest of that amazing comment registered.

“You hurt? Your dick hurts?”

“Yes.”

“Gaara,” Shikamaru paused, shut his eyes, and struggled to get it together.

“Yes, Shikamaru?”

Another shudder raced through Shikamaru, and he could feel that his cock had started to leak. `Down boy,’ he thought, trying again. “Gaara, I sometimes say stupid things that I don’t really mean. In the future, never do anything that hurts you. Come tell me right away if you are hurting. Do you understand that?”

“Yes. I’m hurting now.”

“I’m sorry,” said Shikamaru, turning to look at Gaara’s cock again.

“It hurts to touch my penis, but my balls hurt too. I need to get off again,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru shuddered again and felt himself sweating. He swallowed.

“If you fuck me, I could get off without touching myself,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru gripped the boxes of paper as he swayed on his feet. No. No. No.

But Gaara was pulling off his pants completely and getting down on all fours. He looked over his shoulder at Shikamaru with those amazing aquamarine eyes.

In a daze, Shikamaru jerked down his pants and pulled out his cock. Then he stopped himself saying, “No condoms, no lube, no fucking.” Then he made a sound that was embarrassingly like a whimper.

“There’s an unopened box of condoms used to supply the machine in the bathroom on the third shelf by the box of staples,” said Gaara, “and my cum is a good lube.”

Shikamaru moaned, reaching out for the box, unable to stop himself. There was another tatt on the right asscheek and yet another one just peaking out from under the bottom of that t-shirt—a tramp stamp, a stamp for someone fucking this hot sexy thing’s ass to look at, a lucky fucking son of a bitch. “Take your t-shirt off,” he ordered, ripping open the box and pulling out a condom.

And Gaara pulled it off obediently, revealing the tatt there above his asscrack went all the way up his spine. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! It was like every one of his personal kinks in one gorgeous package! He loved redheads. He loved tatts. He loved piercings. He loved skinny, little ukes. He loved silent submissives that did what he said. He liked boys in eyeliner and lipstick—ok, so no lipstick, but anyone willing to wear that much eyeliner wasn’t going to balk at some lipstick. Hell, he might not even balk at a skirt. Yeah, this hot little ass in a skirt and some thigh highs and nothing under that. He’d take him dancing just like that and then take him in the men’s room and fuck him over a toilet.

Shikamaru stood there looking down at Gaara’s ass, the condom on his cock, and shook his head to clear it. Why the fuck was he fantasizing when he had the real thing right here, right now?

“Lube my cock and your ass with your cum,” he ordered.

Obediently, the kid rose up on his knees, smearing one hand in his own cum and reaching around to his ass. Shikamaru watched that hand find his asshole and saw one finger slip into that pink starburst. He moaned and shuddered again.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he finally said when Gaara worked a third finger into his ass after an agonizing four minutes. That head with the glorious red hair snapped around and looked up at him with a shocked expression.

“Beautiful,” said Shikamaru.

And then for the first time, the redhead smiled. Shikamaru groaned and got down on his knees, reaching out for that red hair with one hand. He jerked and pulled that smiling face up to his, saying in a whisper, “So fucking beautiful, I’ve got to kiss you, gorgeous, got to.” And then he did.

Oh, god, god—he could kiss. And he was needy, so needy. Moaning into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Shikamaru’s shoulders. Shikamaru’s hands went all over that slender body in his arms. Oh fuck! He broke the kiss and looked down—yes, nipple rings! “Oh, god, Gaara, you’re every fantasy of mine in one,” he groaned.

And then that smile, that smile again.

Shikamaru lunged forward and slapped his hand into that pile of cum. He reached down and coated his dick, saying, “Lean back, baby, and spread those legs for me.”

Gaara did, even pulling his legs up and holding them wide and apart. With a little cry, Shikamaru set his cock at that pink asshole and pushed in, watching Gaara’s face. Oh. Dear. Fucking. God. Pleasure, pleasure on that cute face was even better than a smile! Shikamaru hadn’t planned to be rough, but he found his body reacting without thought, thrusting in hard and much too quick.

“This is what I liked best about jail,” said Gaara.

“Fuck!” screamed Shikamaru, rage filling him. He channeled that rage into his fucking, slamming into the pretty body beneath him. He wanted to touch that cock with its pretty silver barbells and silver ring badly, but he wouldn’t make this treasure hurt. Dear fucking god! Pretty. Redhead. Pierced. Tatts. Eyeliner. Obedient. Uke. Likes fucked.

“Will you wear a skirt and thigh highs for me? Let me fuck you in a bathroom?” ground out Shikamaru, as he thrust, not sure if he was hoping for a yes or a no.

“Oh, yes, please.”

“Please? You want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes, a lot.”

“What did you think of when you were jacking off?”

“You fucking me on your desk. Blowing you as you worked at your desk. Kneeling naked with your coffee cup on my back and a vibrator in my ass, waiting for you to get done working and fuck me. Rimming you as you lay on your belly sleeping, waking you up. You were angry and ordered me to get coffee. And when I brought it back, you pulled me over your lap and spanked me. Then you fucked me good and hard from behind.”

“Fuck!” screamed Shikamaru as he lost it. He came hard, and the ass around him clamped down tighter, and he watched in shock as Gaara started to come, too. “Ah, fuck! Fuck!” he screamed, his orgasm going into overdrive. He fell forward over Gaara, panting when he could come no more. But then a soft curse made him quickly pull himself up and off of the redhead.

“I’m sorry; I forgot about your sore cock,” he said.

“My ass is sore now too,” said Gaara. “I haven’t been fucked for a long time. It will hurt biking home to the shelter tonight, but it was worth it.”

“The shelter?”

“I live at the homeless men’s shelter downtown,” said Gaara.

“You don’t live with your sister?” asked Shikamaru, shocked.

“No.”

“You live with me now,” said Shikamaru.

And there was that smile again. “Oh, yes, please,” said Gaara.

“We’re going to leave work early today,” said Shikamaru. “You’re getting an AIDs test and your things, and then we’re going shopping for a fucking skirt and stockings.”

“Oh, yes, please,” said Gaara, this time the words coming out in an erotic moan that made Shikamaru shudder.

“Shut up and get dressed, or I’ll spank you right now,” said Shikamaru.

Gaara smiled and licked his lips. “Do you want me to dress, or do you want to spank me? Because I want to please you, Shikamaru, and I like being spanked.”

Shikamaru shuddered before saying in a hoarse voice, “If I spank you, I may need to fuck you again, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore today. Get dressed. I’ll spank you tonight in your new skirt.”

“I love you, Shikamaru,” said Gaara, looking at him with devotion.

“You better, you little shit,” said Shikamaru standing up, pulling up his underwear and pants. “Because you are positively troublesome.”

“I do. I’m sorry I’m troublesome. I’ll be good and do what you say. I like following orders.”

Shikamaru’s cock went hard again, and he moaned.

“Shut up and suck me off,” he said, pulling his erection out of his briefs and putting on another condom.

Gaara didn’t say anything. He just smiled and crawled over to Shikamaru, taking his cock into that pretty pink mouth of his. Shikamaru watched as a look of pure bliss settled on the redhead’s face as he went to town on Shika’s cock. The boy could give wicked head. Fuck! He didn’t want to think about how this pretty thing learned to suck cock, so he put one hand on a metal-studded ear and another into that bright red hair. He tugged and began to fuck his boy’s face. His. His boy.

He felt something brush against his leg. He jerked his boy’s head back and looked down. Oh, god, hard again! His boy had gotten hard again getting his face fucked. He moaned and jerked that head back to his dick. This was the sort of trouble a man prayed for, payed for, and thanked the fucking stars when he got. He, Nara Shikamaru, was no fool.

He was keeping this one.

Gaara moaned around his cock, fluttering his eyelashes up at Shikamaru, his big aquamarine eyes looking at him with devotion as his mouth and throat sucked in his cock like a vaccuum on full blast.

Oh, yeah, he was a keeper.

“Mine,” he said, and the pressure on his cock increased and those big eyes blinked at him and the pale white hands on his hips tightened their grip.

Shikamaru’s hand caressed his boy’s hair, and he smiled down lovingly.

“If you come on my pants, my boy, I’ll have to take my belt to you tonight,” he said.

His boy shuddered, his back arching, and he began to come even as he kept sucking on Shikamaru’s cock.

The sight was so hot that if he hadn’t just come, Shikamaru would have blown again. But he didn’t, thank god.

“Bad boy, bad, bad boy,” he said, gripping those pretty ears with the sexy studs and beginning to fuck that sweet face in earnest.

“I’m going to love you so much,” he said, with a sigh. “Troublesome.”

His boy quivered again, and shocked, Shikamaru saw he was shooting out a little more cum, mostly fluid. Ah, god, fucking boys with their fast recoveries! Mother of god!

“Mine!” he screamed as he came. “Mine!”

Nothing, nothing would ever be the same.

Thank fucking god.

Because he’d been so bored with life, and now, he prayed he lived a long, long time. Now, he had someone to love, someone to live for.

Gaara.

His Gaara.

He could hear screaming in the hallway on the other side of the door. Temari and the owner of the business, Tsunade, were shouting. He didn’t care if he was fired or not. He pulled Gaara up into his arms and kissed him.

“I love you,” said Gaara when he broke the kiss.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, boy,” said Shikamaru. “So you are lucky I love you and won’t punish you for that.”

With a cry, Gaara lunged up and began kissing Shikamaru wildly. Oh, yes, his boy needed training. But that could wait, oh, yes, it could wait.

Shikamaru tightened his arms around this fantasy come true in his arms. Yes, everything, everything else could wait. The most important thing in his life was right here, moaning and panting with need.

He thrust his tongue in Gaara’s mouth and one finger up Gaara’s asshole. If he was fired, it would be a blessing because he was going to need to fuck this sweet thing pretty much nonstop for the next few days. Thank god he had a lot of vacation time!

“Do you like that, my boy?” he asked as he broke the kiss and shoved in a second finger.

“I love it! I love it! Shikamaru! I love you! F—“

Shikamaru leaned forward and stopped Gaara’s cries with a kiss. No, the first time his boy screamed for him to fuck him would be in his bedroom, not a supply closet. After all, his older sister was right outside listening.

What a pervert she was!

Ah, well, he had to be glad that it clearly ran in the family.

And he did like her. It wouldn’t be bad being related to her. He was going to have to adopt this sweet boy, absolutely. Because he couldn’t marry him, but he had to have some legal claim on him. Had to, absolutely had to.

“Mine,” moaned Gaara as Shikamaru sucked on his shoulder, marking him with a hickey.

“Oh, yes, all yours,” he said before lowering his lips to that beautiful pale skin again.

Forever.