Thank God For Fireworks

“Thank God For Fireworks”

“Scoot over, dobe.”

“Ah, shut up teme,” Naruto muttered amiably enough, right hand raising slowly to toss back another sip of lukewarm beer. He wasn’t drunk, just lightly toasted, and floating.

Gaara sat between them, arms wrapped firmly around his legs, resting his chin on his knees. He didn’t know why he let them drag him here anyway. It was hot, wet and humid, unlike the dry soothing heat of Suna, and the warmth was making tiny beads of sweat run down his forehead, temple, and neck. The mosquitoes were swarming him, raising angry red bumps all along his arms. He didn’t know why Sasuke was being so…sweet. Normally outdoor activities weren’t exactly his thing either and he’d already be gone, off to find air conditioning.

He sighed and shifted closer to the brunette, laying his soft, red spikes on his shoulder almost unconsciously. It had taken him a long time to get used to the cuddling, but with Naruto around it was hard to resist.

Sasuke smiled a little, his onyx eyes filling up with warmth and love, chasing back the shadows and memories that usually lurked there.

“They should start soon,” he murmured in Gaara’s ear, “You only have to wait a little longer.”

Naruto reached out his hand and ran it through the baby fine hair.

“Don’t worry. It will start pretty- Look, there they go!”

Naruto’s finger was completely unneeded, Gaara’s head whipped around at the first startling boom-waiting for kunai, rogue ninjas, Temari…anything. Instead the sky was filled with spakling, spinning, fiery pinwheels and trails of vaporous smoke. He thought he heard a gasp, and thought maybe it was his own. Sasuke and Naruto shared a quick smile as the smaller man watched the colors change…orange and purple, than green and glowing, blinding white embers.

They were huge, beautiful and one of the most glorious sights Gaara had ever seen. He realized he had slunk forward to the edge of the blanket, ruining any chance of appearing blaise and aloof, but he simply couldn’t find the heart to care.

“Kami…” he whispered hesitantly at the sudden deep booming vibrations, “They’re going faster!”

Naruto chuckled, a deep, rolling sound that curled against Gaara’s skin, before wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Yeah. Finale’s always the best part.”

The lights were blooming, exploding and dying in rapid succession, each one set off quicker than the one before it.

The last one, a monstrous purple blossom, gave off a shuddering roar, than died in a brief glorious cascade of sparks.

“Happy Fourth, Gaara-kun,” Sasuke said, and kissed him lightly on the cheek, leaving behind strawberry breath and the spreading warmth his mouth always left behind. Gaara was too entranced by the show, his heart beating, adrenaline pounding, a deep scarlet staining the normally pale skin of his cheeks.

“Yeah, Happy Fourth of July,” Naruto said, and turned his lover’s chin gently to pull him into a chaste, loving kiss. A sweet kiss.

‘He tastes like beer,’ Gaara thought briefly as the bitter taste seeped across his tongue ‘and like Naruto.’

Gaara deepened it quickly, running his tongue along the seam of the blonde’s lips, one hand coming up to sink knuckle deep in golden curls, giving them a hard tug.

Naruto moaned into the kiss and let his mouth fall open, teeth and tongues tangling as Gaara’s mouth dove searingly into his own.

Gaara plundered, trailing his tongue across the roof of his dobe’s mouth, than pulling back to nibble lightly on a flushed, cherry-colored bottom lip.

“Damn…” Naruto muttered, eyes dazed, lips still moist and bruised as if than been doing something much naughtier than what had just transpired.

“Thank you. Thank you guys so much. That was…that was…” He shook his head, than smiled sweetly at Sasuke, turquoise eyes gleaming. Sasuke took the opportunity to pull him closer, scrunching the quilt they sat on between their bodies.

“There are more ways to express thanks than just words, Gaaaaara-kuuuuun,” he purred seductively, before flicking long, dark lashes up and down, burning a path on Gaara’s body where they touched. His gaze was seductive, submissive. Begging. Needing.

Gaara leaned towards the dark-haired boy slowly, eyes locking and staying. Their mouths met, parted, met again, opened and tasted, eyes never closing. One pale hand snuck under Sasuke’s shirt, a close fitting black tee, to trace lightly over tender skin, ghosting over ribs, the only place Uchiha was ticklish.

Sasuke shivered and fell into Gaara’s waiting, capable frame, eyes sliding shut at the tingles of pleasure racing lightening quick up his spine.

“Yes, let me thank you,” Naruto whispered huskily into the warm curve of Gaara’s skin, his breath causing goosebumps to break out. The blonde sunk his teeth in-this time making Gaara cry out, a high musical gasp.

“Yes, let us thank you all over, Gaaaaaara-kuuuun.” Sasuke said against the redhead’s warm, candy-pink mouth. This time it was Sasuke’s nimble fingers sneaking under clothing, deftly snapping buttons, unzipping zippers, and pushing those heart-covered boxers he’d gotten for Valentine’s Day out of the way.

“All over, “ Naruto murmured through teeth and Gaara’s earlobe, those warm tan hands slipping smoothly under a shirt to stroke, pinch, tease and caress sensitive skin.

Sasuke’s questing hand had found it’s prize, hot and hard, buried in soft, fiery red curls. He started a quick pace, jerking roughly to the top, thumb sweeping over the head, dipping gently into the slit, then pulsing all the way down. ‘I’m being devoured,’ Gaara thought dizzily, than Sasuke began to maneuver the redhead down on top of him, his knees straddling the brunette’s slender waist. His pants were pulled down and discarded, his boxers subjected to the same rough treatment. When Gaara’s hands, busy with Sasuke’s belt, wouldn’t move, the hasty blonde kitsune tore it off him, then began kissing and licking Gaara’s shivering, arching spine.

‘Jack pot’ Gaara thought happily as his hand, finally past Sasuke’s Studded Belt of Doom, wrapped greedily around his cock, causing the responsive teen to hiss and arch into his body upwards, catlike, bare chest pressing against Gaara’s.

The redhead tried to go down further, realized Sasuke’s pants were still in the way, and let go of that tender spot on his neck to curse and pull them off.

He had them half-way there as he felt something slick glide over his entrance, than push its way roughly in, that first sting of pain hardening him further than anything else so far, making him grind down on Sasuke who almost screamed at the feel.

“Oh Kami…” Gaara gasped as Naruto’s fingers pumped in and out of him, nails scratching at his delicate inside walls, teasing his prostate mercilessly, “Oh Kami, Kami, Kami…”

“I just want to thank you, Gaara-chan,” Naruto growled, his voice rippling over the redhead’s skin, making him grind helplessly into Sasuke, the slick feel of heat and skin making the dark-haired boy begin to lift his hips into the delirious sensation.

Naruto’s fingers pulled out reluctantly, picking up his lube from where it lay forgotten on the blanket beside him, coating some on the hard length of his own cock, arching and moaning at the feel of his own hand.

Gaara gathered his forces and with a valiant effort and lot more concentration than it would have taken without Naruto behind him, he successfully removed Sasuke’s tight-ass pants. He held his hand back at Naruto, making a tiny ‘gimme’ motion with his fingers, expecting lube. Instead he jerked, muscles tightening, as Naruto wrapped his mouth around said fingers, tongue busy sucking, stroking and coating him with saliva. The deep pulling sensations made him moan into Sasuke’s kiss, his other hand digging sharp nails marks into creamy flesh.

“Ready?” Naruto murmured silkily, releasing Gaara’s hand with a moist pop.

“Kami, Yes!” Gaara whined, quickly sliding two fingers into Sasuke, making the panting boy’s eyes widen, mouth falling open in a silent O at the sharp sting of pain and the dull throb of pleasure. Naruto slammed home, and Gaara’s finger’s trembled as they stretched and stroked his teme, inside and out, trying not to collapse at the pulsing feel of Naruto buried in his body. Finally with a deep sigh he pulled out his fingers and aligned his cock, ignoring Sasuke’s moan and attempt to grab his fingers back.

Naruto panted gently in his ear, before biting sharply into his shoulder, making Gaara start and thrust forward, making Sasuke scream, a high pitched keening sound, mingled with Gaara’s low moan.

The redhead began keeping pace with the blonde, gasping at the feel of warmth, of being surrounded, trapped between these two, his loves. He was thrusting deeper and harder into Sasuke until he was tossing his head from side to side, helpless mewling noises spilling from his flushed and rosy mouth.

“Oh Kami, I’m coming…” Naruto groaned, thrusting harder and faster, losing the rhythm. Sasuke’s hipped snapped upwards faster and faster, Gaara’s hand stroking his length in long hard pulls until he screamed, come coating his stomach in a white wash.

Gaara cried out as Sasuke’s muscles clenched and convulsed, fluttering around his arousal, then came, the tightness and warmth too much to hold out against, filling Sasuke, his vision going white from the force of his orgasm.

“Fuck!” Naruto roared as he pumped his hips forward once more with bruising force before filling Gaara completely, hands leaving shadowy marks on the delicate white hips.

After a long moment, Naruto pulled out with another curse, lids at half-mast over deep, sultry blue. Gaara shuddered forcibly, than pulled gently out of Sasuke, his whole body collapsing to the side. Sasuke rolled a little to the left to give him more room, than went back to laying, barely breathing, still overcome by the force of his orgasm. There was a long pause as they all rested; Sasuke tucked against Gaara’s left, Naruto to his right, the blonde’s long fingers tracing dizzying circles on his side, making him think of their bed at home, and the way Naruto would look against the new blue silk sheets he’d bought yesterday.

Then he said in a voice hoarse and tired, but filled with satisfaction,
“You’re welcome.”

Then they all cracked up.