Landscaping Day

Summary: Prowling cougars, blushing maids, loud machinery, and stupid blonds. Sasuke really hated landscaping day. Let the eye-rolling commence!(cougars as in older women wanting younger men)

AN: I got this idea because the landscapers always come to my building and wake me up with their racket. They're hot though so I don't mind... XD -cough- This was one of the things written during my extremely horrible writer's block. I'm actually a bit nervous about posting so please be kind enough to leave a word or two...


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The consistent buzzing of the lawn mowers and weed-whackers from outside finally needled him into consciousness. The light coming through his window aided the noise in opening his stubbornly closed eyelids. He groaned, reluctantly giving in to their assault, and turned his head to look at the clock, his dark eyes taking in the blurred red squiggles of the time.

Nine fuckin fifteen in the morning. He planned on sleeping in a bit longer this Saturday. God, how he hated when the landscapers came. He threw his arm over his eyes and tried to block out everything. When his appendage failed to do the job, he turned over and buried his face into his pillow. As the buzzing got louder, he realized that one of the landscapers was probably focusing on the bushes under his window. He sighed once again, turned onto his back, and glared at the ceiling. After a moment he finally pushed himself up into a seated position and waited for his eyes to focus.

He absently scratched at his chest and yawned. Leaning over a bit, he grabbed a shirt that was hanging on the corner of his nightstand. His eyes darted to the sides for a moment before he brought the fabric to his face and sniffed. Deeming the shirt good enough to wear he pulled it over his head and wiggled his arms through.

He rubbed his palm across his face and, after groaning once again, he threw his legs over the side of his bed. He let a yawn escape his lips again as he stretched his arms out to the side. Quickly shooting a hand to the small of his back, he rubbed away some of the tension that gathered there before finally pushing himself up from the mattress. He moved one leg forward and promptly fell on his face.

He pulled himself up from the tangled heap on the floor and kicked his sheets into the corner. He glared at them for good measure. Though no one was there to witness the event—thank the gods—he did not appreciate their blatant sabotage on his grace.

He straightened his twisted t-shirt and adjusted his rumpled boxers. After sweeping his fingers through dark, sleep ruffled hair and scratching his ass—hey, no one was watching—he made his way into the adjoining bathroom, a slight limp evident in his gait.

He flicked on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. He frowned. Gods, he looked terrible. He turned on the faucet and brought his hands under to cup the lukewarm water. He splashed his face a few times to wake himself up. The loud buzz of a lawnmower moving quickly by the open window in his bathroom echoed off the walls, causing him to groan. He had a headache from a particularly hard week and that damned noise wasn't helping him out any. He marched over to the window and slammed it shut. He really hated landscaping day.

The large bathroom was quiet then. He shuffled along the cool tile floor until he was once again in front of his large marble countertop that ran along an entire wall in the bathroom. He frowned at the tube of toothpaste that was laying near the mirror as he reached forward to grab it.

Plucking up his toothbrush from the holder, he squirted the minty paste on the bristles. He brushed vigorously while he thought about the past week. He wanted to forget all of the student council meetings and the long nights spent working on his final projects of the year. He wanted to forget the ever persistent girls dropping hints about prom and hearing about how it was the last year they will ever see one another. He didn't care about any of that and in fact, he couldn't wait to go to college and get away from the annoyances that populated his high school.

He spit out violently and rinsed his mouth. His stomach twisted and gurgled in hunger, so deciding to forego his shower for the moment, he made his way downstairs.

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Nodding to a few maids who greeted him with a shy 'Uchiha-sama' and a pretty blush, he made his way toward the kitchen. Sasuke slunk through the door and headed straight for the Sub-Zero containing some much desired orange juice. As he opened the door and searched the shelves he heard some voices filtering in from the breakfast nook.

"Oh my, Mikoto, he's so cute!" squealed the voice of one of his mother's friends.

He sighed as he reached for the plastic jug when more ladies squealed in agreement. Their presence could only mean one thing, it was landscaping day and it was Women's Club meeting day. Was it his mother's turn to host already?

Another wave of squeals erupted from the room. What was his mother doing anyway? Showing them some more baby pictures? He sighed as he twisted the lid off. She really needed to—

"And look at his abs!"

"Akiko-san!"

"What? If I was just twenty years younger…"

"You're bad…"

The rim of the juice bottle stopped before it touched his lips. Okay, so they weren't exactly looking at baby pictures.

"Oh, look at that one. He's so good looking! You can tell there's someone mysterious behind those glasses!"

"I like the brunet who's strapping down the mower!"

Against his better judgment, Sasuke—and his orange juice—stepped over to the window to peer outside. He saw the landscapers, five in total, loading their equipment onto a trailer attached to a red pick up truck. He knew all five of them, as they went to the same school as he did. Three were in his grade: that idiot Naruto, his equally idiotic friend Kiba, and that weird quiet one Aburame. The other two were juniors that idolized the blond, Konohamaru and Noodles… or something like that. He didn't care to pay attention to the underclassmen.

Kiba and Naruto, who both happened to be shirtless, were securing the two riding mowers to the trailer while the other three turned to greet the two maids that walked up with a tray containing a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. Once the two teens were done securing the equipment, they joined the other three in crowding the two furiously blushing maids and grabbed a glass.

"Wow, just look at him, so handsome. You can definitely tell he's his father's son."

"Oh look! He spilled some and it's sliding down his chest!"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. His mother and her friends—ladies of high society, the upper crust, the most refined and controlled of women—were giggling and fawning over boys like a couple of hormone driven school girls.

Sasuke frowned and turned away from the display going on outside of his window. Bringing the juice to his lips, he took another sip as he shuffled his way over to the pantry in search of some cereal for breakfast. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the nearness of his mother's unexpected voice.

"Sasuke, sweetie, is that you?" Mikoto questioned as she poked her head around the door frame connecting the kitchen to the breakfast nook. She frowned, having caught him mid-swig. "Honey could you please use a glass, that's not very sophisticated."

He really wanted to ask if squealing over boys half your age was sophisticated, but held his tongue. Instead, he settled for sighing and screwing the top back onto the orange juice.

Her frown deepened when she took in his attire. "Sasuke, do put some clothes on, we have company." She glanced worriedly back into the room she just exited. Turning back, her eyes softened a bit as she watched him place the orange juice back into the refrigerator and then she noticed the box on the countertop. "Don't worry about eating any cereal; we have a ton of food left from this morning's meeting. Feel free to eat as much as you want." She smiled as she made her way through the kitchen and walked over to embrace her baby boy, her head fitting neatly under his chin. "Don't frown so much hon, it will ruin your adorable face." She smiled up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She sniffed the air and stepped back for a moment to regard him. "And take a shower." She straightened his shirt before turning to leave the kitchen.

As much as he tried, he couldn't stop a small smile from forming.

The two maids who were outside came through the sliding glass door, holding the tray with the glasses while giggling and blushing. They stopped abruptly when they noticed the young master standing in the main kitchen in his underwear. If possible their blushes deepened as they hastily bowed and scurried to the working kitchen.

Sasuke went back to the pantry to replace the cereal box he took out. He was feeling oddly calm and content this morning, despite the fact that it was landscaping and Women's Club day.

"Alright ladies, are we ready to go?"

He instantly deflated. Well, he was feeling good until he heard his father's voice. No matter what the situation, his father had a way of making Sasuke feel like an insignificant speck.

"Oh yes darling, we're all ready. We were just admiring the lovely work Naruto and the boys were doing to the lawn."

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"You know," one of the women began, "I don't understand why he would do something like that. Surely he doesn't need the money. I'm positive Minato would give that boy anything he needed."

Sasuke groaned. He knew what was coming next and he certainly didn't want to deal with it. At least not this early in the morning. He walked to the exit, but he wasn't able to escape the words fast enough.

"He said he did it to prove a point to his father. It was a bet…something about not needing the name Namikaze to succeed in this world. You should have seen him, sixteen years old and he pulled up our driveway in his grandfather's beat up truck and a rusty old push mower. He handed out these garish orange cards with 'Uzumaki Landscaping' printed on them, asking me to consider him for my 'landscaping needs'. Impetuous brat," he chuckled, "Eh, but look at him now."

Sasuke winced at the wistful fondness and pride in his father's voice. It was something he had yet to achieve himself, even after all the academic honors and student council positions. He did everything his brother did and then some yet he still didn't receive the recognition from his father he worked so hard to get.

"Hold on dear, I have to tell Sasuke something. I will meet you all at the car."

"Oh, so he finally woke up, huh? Some people his age already got in a hard day's work under their belt" came his father's gruff voice.

"Oh Fugaku, you know Sasuke. He's just… he's just not that type."

"Hmph" was the only response.

Sasuke's features tightened and his fists clenched at his father's dismissive remark. Nothing was ever going to be good enough for that man. This was why he fucking hated landscaping day. Damn Uzumaki.

Mikoto walked in on her son standing as still as a statue in the kitchen doorway. She felt a little disheartened knowing that her son's rigid stance meant that he most likely heard his father's comments. She really wished Fugaku wouldn't be so hard on him. She knew he was proud of Sasuke, she just hoped one day he would be able to tell him.

"Oh Sasuke," she began, her voice soft and comforting, "Don't pay your father any mind, you know he loves you." She walked up behind him and placed a dainty hand on his back, taking consolation in the fact that his tension ebbed at her touch. "I need you to make sure Naruto gets paid. Your father, the ladies, and I are leaving. I want you to get some rest; I know you had a hard week." With that she propped herself up on her tip toes and kissed him on his temple. She ran her fingers through his messy ebony locks in an attempt to tame some of the wildness before she turned and headed toward the back of the house. As she walked down the hallway she turned to Sasuke and yelled, "Don't forget to eat that food, dear."

He allowed most of his tension to leave his body when he heard the door shut. He really did love his mother. He turned around and headed into the breakfast nook. On the table was a spread of breakfast food, both traditional Japanese and western style dishes. He picked up a plate and a pair of chopsticks and started at the end of the table. He shot a glance outside and noticed that the red pick up was gone as well as most of the landscapers, the only one left being Naruto who was currently leaning into the window of the family car talking to the passengers. Still shirtless. Those women were probably wetting their pants. His dad probably was too. He scoffed at the thought and started filling his plate.

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He was bringing his chopsticks to his lips when he heard shuffling through the doorway.

"Hey, bastard." The blond greeted.

His fingers tightened a bit at the younger male's entrance. "Idiot." He greeted back.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"What does it look like you moron?"

"Your mom said I could eat some too."

"Hn."

Naruto rolled his eyes at the predictable response. "I think she has a crush on me", his blue eyes took on a playful glint as he went to grab a plate and a fork. Naruto pulled a disgusted face as he watched Sasuke bring chopsticks loaded with natto and rice to his lips. "I think your dad does too." he concluded as he speared a waffle.

Sasuke scowled at that last part of the teen's statement, his insides beginning to tense up. He watched the blond pile his plate with waffles, bacon, and eggs and then sloppily collapse into a chair across from him. A maid came in briefly and dropped off a tray with a kettle, two mugs, and two glasses of juice to the table. She nearly spilled the contents of the tray as her gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of caramel skin. Sasuke grunted her dismissal and she hurried from the room.

"Where is your shirt?" he asked the younger boy who was busy shoveling food down his throat.

Naruto took a large shallow before answering. His lips quirked up at the edges as he purposefully eyed the young Uchiha. "It was hot out there. You know, that's what happens when one does manual labor" he stated, throwing a meaningful look across the table before bringing his mug to his lips. He promptly spit the liquid back out and began gasping as if he'd been poisoned.

"It's not like you have to, idiot." Sasuke rolled his eyes as he shot a glass of orange juice across the table to the overly dramatic Naruto. Green tea was not that bad, he could never understand why Naruto made those faces. He also didn't get why he kept drinking the tea knowing that he hated the stuff. Though, admittedly, it never stopped being funny to watch.

Naruto shrugged after taking a large grateful gulp of orange juice. "Eh, my old man gets a kick out of it. As for this," he started, rubbing a hand down his glistening chest, bypassing a flat brown nipple, "no mere shirt can keep this sexiness contained. I've got to give the people what they want."

Sasuke rolled his eyes as he finished his last bite and got up from the table. He really didn't want to hear about all the people fawning over the damned annoying moron. He had his fill.

"You stink; don't make your a smell permanent infusion on my furniture."

Naruto lifted his arms and smelled his pits as he got up to follow Sasuke out of the breakfast nook, through the kitchen. "Yeah, I guess I do need a shower, huh?" he took in the rumpled tee shirt and boxer clad teen walking ahead of him. "Not that you have much room to talk, looks like you skipped your morning shower. If I recall I've seen—"

"Shut up, moron." He snapped as he made his way toward the spiral staircase. "Why are you following me?" he asked as he turned toward the blond now following him up the stairs, irritation creeping into his voice.

"I believe you owe me my monthly dues," he countered as he followed Sasuke down the hall and into the third room on the right.

"Your check is in the main hall on the table, where it always is." He remarked as he stepped into his room. He turned to watch as the blond closed his door and raised a questioning eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was really agitated right now, his father's words were whirling around fresh in his mind and he really didn't want to deal with the current apple of the man's eye.

Sasuke let out a dejected sigh. "Uzumaki, I don't know what you think you're doing in here, but unlike some smelly doofus, I need to clean myself before the stench consumes me. So go get your money and go home." Expecting his word to be final, Sasuke pulled the slightly stale smelling tee over his head and tossed it into the pile of twisted sheets in the corner of his room. He missed the small smile that crept onto the blond's face as he became lost in his own thoughts. Maybe after his shower he would do his Physics homework. If he could just get a perfect…

He was pulled out of his thoughts as he noticed the blond stepping closer. "What are you doing?"

"What?" Naruto began; the innocence that he tried to convey was shattered by the huskiness in his tone. "We need to take a shower." he concluded as he advanced toward the brunet.

Sasuke stepped back before the other's boy's hand had a chance to touch him. He glared as Naruto looked somewhat offended.

"What are you doing, you idiot?" he scowled when the Naruto, once again, started stepping toward him.

"What do you mean 'What are you doing?'?! You practically dragged me in here and then started stripping. I would say that's a pretty big 'Let's fuck' signal. Besides, now is the perfect time, no one's here so we can be as loud as we want."

Sasuke's face twisted up in disgust as Naruto's fingertips gently grazed his sides before he stepped back again, slapping away the other boy's wandering hand while trying to ignore the awakening it caused in his body. "What the fuck? Why would I want to do anything like that with you? I came in here because I need to take a shower. I don't recall saying 'Hey moron, follow me to my room'."

This time Naruto stopped and frowned. There was confusion and hurt in his eyes as he took in the rejection. He ran a hand up and down his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out a sigh before he spoke, "What's wrong, Sasuke?"

"Eh, but look at him now."

Sasuke bristled at his father's words. Every damned time Naruto was there, his father would take an interest in what the idiot did or said. "Nothing," he grit out between clenched teeth, "We don't have to have sex just because you want to."

Sometimes he wondered about his boyfriend's stamina. How could he work outside all morning and still be in the mood?

"Yeah, I know…" Naruto said rather sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck. He bit his lip for moment looking pensively as he tried to choose his next words carefully. A small blush colored his cheeks as he apparently found the right thing to say. "You've been so busy the past few weeks and last night was the first time, in a while that we… you know, had 'quality time'. I kinda missed you… even your bastardliness…" He cracked a beautiful smile and waggled his eyebrows.

Something inside of Sasuke loosened up a bit but he fought to keep the scowl on his face. "I'm surprised you even noticed anything with everybody fawning all over you." He wouldn't admit that he felt a bit childish for saying that but sometimes he really hated that Naruto was just so…Naruto. He was always attracting attention, always winning people over. It bothered him that his father had so easily taken to the blond but seemed to barely acknowledge his existence.

Sudden realization seemed to hit Naruto as he watched Sasuke's eyes darken. His grin fell into a knowing smirk. "Aw, Sasuke, are you jealous? Is it because of those old ladies?" Sasuke snorted at that. So it wasn't the women, though he had to admit that was a stupid question. He had to think. Something had to happen that morning because Sasuke was sure as hell fine last night. He went over the most recent events. This morning he tumbled out of bed, Sasuke's bed his brain supplied smugly, met his crew outside, worked on the lawn, talked to Sasuke's parents for a while… Ah! The light bulb went off in his head. Sasuke's parents, more likely than not, his father.

"Sasuke…" he began softly.

Sasuke let out a defeated sigh. "Maybe you should just go home, Naruto. I have a lot of homework to do. If I'm to remain the front runner for valedictorian, I can't slack off." He turned around and headed for his school bag that was propped in the corner next to his bed.

Naruto winced. Whenever Sasuke used his name, he was serious. "Sasuke, you know you're amazing, right? Everybody sees it." He watched as Sasuke's shoulders slumped a little as he rifled through his book bag. He pulled out a textbook and placed it on his desk before he turned around to face Naruto.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed and leaving now?" he asked with all the coldness he could muster.

A small part wanted to screech 'Fine bastard! Be that way, but you're giving me one of your shirts since you threw mine in a pile of dirty sheets! Of course he didn't. Because he was mature. "Prissy asshole" he mumbled under his breath. Ok, so he was somewhat mature. Naruto walked over and pulled on Sasuke's arm so that they were once again standing face to face. "Is this about your dad?" Sasuke stiffened at his question. Naruto sighed. "Don't worry about that. You know he just pushes you because he knows that you can handle it. It's like tough love or something." He kissed Sasuke's nose. "Now stop being all broody because me having to compliment you is making me nauseous and that is totally ruining the mood. It won't be fun when we take a shower."

"Who said anything about 'we' showering?" Sasuke questioned as his heartbeat sped up when Naruto's hands gently caressed his sides. He was already losing his conviction. How could those soft sweeping touches produce such a reaction from him? He could feel his stomach dropping as he became more sensitive to every sensation, every nerve ending beginning to tingle under the slow touch.

"Me." Naruto answered as he pulled Sasuke flush against his body, their chests bumping as he started placing soft kisses along his neck.

Naruto was not going to be deterred by some mood swing. Last night was the first night they've been alone in weeks and he wasn't going to pretend to be satisfied. One night of muted passion was not going to make up for all the time they were apart.

Sasuke groaned when Naruto nipped at his flesh and smoothed it over with his tongue. His hands flew into blond hair, pushing Naruto's hot mouth closer.

Though he wouldn't admit to it, he missed Naruto too. A lot. He missed his stupid loud mouth. How it ran incessantly; his complaints about school, his retelling of whatever ridiculous tale that involved whatever dumb thing he and Kiba did, and that stupid laugh it produced. He especially missed the way it felt against that sensitive spot on his neck, soft and teasing, driving him crazy. Just like it was doing now. He tried to ignore the shudder that went up his spine.

He vaguely remembered he was supposed to be resisting this. "S-stop, you m-moron." His fingers tightened around golden strands. Don't stop you moron.

Fortunately it seemed that Naruto was adept at reading Sasuke's mind. That or he now activated his Sasuke word filter. Naruto's hands slid into Sasuke's boxers, firmly cupping his ass. He pulled him forward until their groins were pressed against one another. The silk of Sasuke's boxers slid deliciously against his half hard erection. Naruto's jeans added a rough friction as he slowly circled his hips, deliberately breaking down Sasuke's resolve. Sasuke was soon so lost in the raising pleasure that he hadn't noticed when Naruto started backing him into the bathroom.

"God, Sasuke…I want you so much" he panted as he moved his hips more urgently.

Keeping one hand on Sasuke's ass cheek, Naruto moved the other hand round to the front of his boxers to brush against Sasuke's leaking erection. He gently wrapped his hand around and started to pump him slowly. He leaned his head down until his lips rested softly against Sasuke's Adam's apple and lavished the skin in tender licks and sucks. A low moan rippled through Sasuke's body when Naruto lightly scraped his teeth across his skin. The sound went straight through to Naruto's own body, any blood left circulating rushed south.

Any resistance he had left quickly disappeared as Naruto slowly stroked him, the rough pad of his thumb swirling circles around the tip, occasionally stopping to rub against the slit.

"Haa… N-Naruto," he whimpered as he squeezed broad shoulders. He hadn't noticed when he lost his boxers or how he was now perched on the edge of the counter in his bathroom with Naruto settled comfortably between his thighs. What he did notice was how those deep blue eyes stared straight through him as the warmth left his penis.

Large warm tan hands gripped pale thighs. Naruto's thumbs rubbed slow smooth circles on soft inner thighs, sending tremors through his body, while they effortlessly spread his legs. Once they were positioned to how Naruto wanted them, the rough hands slid up his thighs to settle higher. All this was done while Naruto placed tender kisses all over Sasuke's face and neck.

He relished in the pampering as Naruto paid careful attention to an area underneath his ear. Constant moans spilled from his lips as one of Naruto's hands held a steady grip on this upper thigh, his fingers brushing along the short dark curls while his other hand resumed stroking Sasuke's rigid erection.

Sasuke's fingers desperately latched on to the ledge of the countertop in an effort to keep himself stable. His hips jerked forward as Naruto's hand slid over his sensitive flesh. His breath hitched when Naruto leaned forward, his warm breath tickling his ear, while his hand continued to pump him at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Tell me Sasuke, do you really want me to stop?" he squeezed the erection in his hand, "Because your body is telling me otherwise." He brought his lips back to his neck and sucked and nipped along the ivory column.

Sasuke groaned as Naruto's actions sent sparks and trembles all over his body. He brought his hand up and tangled it in a mass of hair. He ripped the mouth from his neck and pulled Naruto forward into a hard needy kiss.

Breaking away from his lips, Naruto kissed down Sasuke's jaw to his neck and continued down to concentrate on a spot on his collarbone. Finally happy with the mark he made on the once unblemished skin, Naruto continued down Sasuke's body, stopping to lavish attention on erect dark nipples.

Sasuke arched up into the warmth of Naruto's mouth when his tongue swirled and sucked around one of his nipples, whimpering when the same attention was paid to the next. He clenched his eyes shut, his breath coming out in ragged pants as Naruto continued downward, licking along the ridges of Sasuke's abs.

He let out a low whine when the blond head stopped right between his legs, warm moist breath blowing into his pubic hair. For a while nothing happened and Sasuke was beginning to squirm. Just as he was about to yell at the blond to get on with it, his breath caught in his throat as a warm moist mouth encompassed the head. He let out a deep moan when Naruto skillfully tongued his slit before he took more into his mouth. Sasuke felt dizzy as Naruto bobbed up and down his length, his hand working what his mouth was unable to touch, sucking, nipping, and licking at intervals that drove Sasuke insane. As pleasure numbed his senses, he hadn't heard the small pop of a top or noticed when slick nimble fingers started to prepare him.

Sasuke didn't know how long he was going to last, he felt so close. He buried his fingers into Naruto's hair, clenching them to keep his head in place as his hips thrust deeper and deeper into that welcoming mouth. Soon, Naruto's nose was buried in black curls as he swallowed around the dick in his mouth.

"Ah…ha… d-don't stop." Sasuke begged as he felt the heat coiling tighter in his abdomen, sweat beading down his forehead.

Naruto, of course, being the dead last idiot that he was, pulled back much to Sasuke's chagrin. He opened his eyes and prepared to deliver a glare of epic proportions. But when he met playful blue eyes and a sexy feral grin on red swollen lips, all he wanted was Naruto buried deep within him until he cried out his name.

Naruto took a moment to look over his boyfriend's body appreciatively. He was so fucking sexy, sitting there, his chest heaving as he panted. His pale skin was gleaming with a light sheen of sweat; his hair was tousled and falling into his eyes. And those eyes, glazed and darkened with lust, remained acutely piercing. Sasuke looked so damn beautiful.

He was painfully hard just looking at him. His penis strained against the confines of his heavy denim pants. Naruto palmed himself through his jeans, his hips jerked forward when his dick finally received some of the attention it so desperately craved.

Sasuke grabbed for the waistband of Naruto's pants and tugged him close. He leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his sternum before he trailed his tongue across salty skin to one of Naruto's nipples. He took it into his mouth and sucked. He gently bit down, worrying the flesh in between his teeth while his tongue flicked over the tip.

"F-uck, Sasuke." Naruto whispered out.

While he slowly tortured the nipple his fingers gently graced Naruto's sides and flitted over his abs and lower back. He grinned a bit as he felt the muscles twitch and jump under his feather light touches and he felt Naruto shudder. He loved making the usually loud and confident boy quiver because of him.

As he started on the next nipple, Naruto's hand slid into Sasuke's silky hair and he pulled Sasuke away from his chest with a pop. He lowered his face a bit until their lips were a hair's breath away. They stared into each other's eyes, becoming lost in one another. His pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, grazing along Sasuke's as well before he closed the distance. Both their eyes slid shut at the contact. Sasuke groaned when he tasted himself on Naruto's lips. What started off slow and soft some became urgent and full of desire. Tongues slid and teeth nipped as they tried to devour one another.

Naruto's hand slipped to the button that held his jeans together, his fingers clumsy due to desperation to unfasten and remove his pants. Sasuke pulled back from the kiss and looked down to concentrate on what Naruto was miserably failing to accomplish. He smacked Naruto's hand away as his own hands scrambled to undo the button then shakily proceeded in pulling down the zipper. He fumbled a bit as he eagerly pushed the pants and boxers down strong tan thighs.

He hissed as the blond stepped forward, out of his clothes that pooled around his ankles, causing their erections to brush up against one another.

"Mmmnn, Sasuke… I need you so much, baby…" he gasped.

Sasuke stared at Naruto. Every inch of his body was sculpted to perfection. His caramel skin, though natural, was slightly darker due to his outdoor activities. His golden hair was a type of messy that added to his sex appeal. His blue eyes were clear lucid pools that would drown anyone with their warmth and comfort. And he was all his. Not some fawning girls' and definitely not his father's, just Sasuke's. He wrapped his arms around broad shoulders and pulled Naruto into another passionate kiss. Sasuke's stomach flipped and his eyes fluttered shut as Naruto sucked on his tongue.

He brought a hand down to slap a tan ass cheek causing the blond to growl into his mouth and buck forward, creating sensual friction between their bodies.

Naruto pulled his mouth away, placing a few soft pecks on Sasuke's swollen lips before he concentrated on the next task at hand. He lined himself up with Sasuke's entrance and slowly began to push in. He bit his lip to control himself as he eased into the gripping heat. Sasuke always felt so amazing it was hard to manage himself. Once he was in as far as he could go, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. He repeated the action a few times, trying to go slow to make this last as long as he could.

"Uh…ngh... Naruto." Sasuke whimpered as the blond filled him, his voice causing Naruto's insides to flutter.

"Lay back" Naruto's gruff voice commanded while he continued his slow thrusts. He placed a rough hand on the soft skin of a hard pale chest and pushed Sasuke to rest back on his elbows. The back of his head grazed the mirror with every push of Naruto's hips.

Naruto leaned over him, his hands planted firmly on the countertop on either side of Sasuke's body. Once at this new angle, Naruto was able to penetrate him fully and hit Sasuke's prostate with every thrust, ripping a shout from the brunet's lips every time.

Sasuke's quivering thighs brushed along Naruto's sides as he moved above him. He spread his legs wider as Naruto pushed in deeper. The brunet pressed the soles of his feet into the edge of the countertop, his toes pointing as he arched into his lover. Soon his hips were arching up to meet Naruto's downward thrusts as he was slowly fucked into the countertop. Sasuke's hands grabbed on to Naruto's forearms in an attempt to keep himself from floating off into space. Soon Naruto's slow steady rhythm sped up and degraded into erratic jerky thrusts. Naruto shifted his weight to one arm as he extracted one hand from the counter to pump Sasuke's weeping erection.

Sasuke stared at Naruto's face. His eyes were closed in ecstasy; his mouth was opened slightly as his breath came out in soft grunts. Sweat covered his skin, plastering his hair to his forehead and along the back of his neck. Sasuke brought his pale fingers up to trace the pouty bottom lip before slipping two into Naruto's mouth. Sasuke's breath hitched when Naruto opened his eyes to focus half lidded, lust filled eyes on him. He closed his mouth around the fingers sucking and moaning deeply, sending vibrations through Sasuke's body.

He pulled his fingers from Naruto's mouth and his other hand from around Naruto's forearm to latch onto a tan thrusting ass, pulling the blond in deeper with every push. Gods he was getting so close, he felt everything inside tightening. His hands moved lower until his fingertips tickled Naruto's entrance while he pressed the back of his head against the mirror to support his upper body. In one swift movement he pushed his two fingers in and—knowing the blond's body like the back of his hand—expertly pressed hard against Naruto's prostate.

When Sasuke struck that spot inside of him, he felt the tight spring in his stomach snap and with one harsh slam forward he came with a loud shout of Sasuke's name.

Sasuke released at the same time as that final thrust threw him over the edge. His fingers squeezed Naruto's ass and he bit into a bronzed shoulder shuddering as warmth shot through him and spread between their bodies. Naruto, his arms unable to support him any longer, collapsed on top of Sasuke.

They lay there for a few moments as the last jolts of pleasure shook through their bodies. Naruto, who was panting into the sweaty pale neck, spoke first.

"Care to extract your claws from my ass?"

Sasuke's flushed face tinged a darker shade of pink as he realized that his hands were still very much attached to his boyfriend's rear end.

"Remove your fat ass from my body." he countered as his fingers let go of the firm ass cheeks.

Naruto chuckled softly and laid a chaste kiss on the brunet's lips before he pushed himself up from and out of his body. He walked over to the shower on wobbly legs and reached in to turn on the spray. After adjusting the temperature he turned to Sasuke, who was gingerly sitting up on the countertop, wincing as his body protested being contorted into such an uncomfortable position for so long. The blond frowned when the older boy rubbed the small of his back.

"You know Sasuke," he paused until dark irises focused on him, "We were supposed to do it in the shower."

Sasuke snorted as he slid off the counter and walked past the blond toward the shower, ignoring the stickiness in between his thighs.

"Leave it to you to never do anything right." He stated as he stepped inside while grabbing a golden wrist and pulling Naruto in with him.

"Bastard." Naruto mumbled as he slid the door closed.

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Sasuke sat at his desk completing his AP Physics homework, silently grumbling about his teacher's sadistic workload. When he heard a loud snort followed by soft mumbling he looked back toward his bed. Naruto lay there, sprawled out in disarray sound asleep and drooling on his pillow. He smiled as Naruto mumbled something else.

He closed his book and made his way over to his bed. He pushed Naruto over to his side, climbed in, and pulled a clean sheet over their bodies. The heavy weight of an arm landed across his waist as he was pulled into a warm hard body. He closed his eyes and settled in as a small satisfied smirk settled on his face. Maybe he over-exaggerated his dislike of landscaping day.


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AN: (sigh, yes another one) I really hope this was ok, please let me know what you think as I haven't written in a while. And actually, what Naruto said was true, they were supposed to do it in the shower, but they couldn't wait until I got them in there. XD I would like to give a special thanks to my evil twin YuukoUchiha, who made me post this.