It's Not the Size that Matters

It's Not the Size that Matters


Naruto tried to speed up as he made his way down the row of stalls in the night market. His mind kept flashing back to his earlier embarrassment and Sai's incessant teasing since discovering the Kazekage was, as Sai put it, well hung. Not that this information bothered him, but the pointing out of his deficiencies in front of the esteemed leader and his dear friend was not an experience he was willing to repeat.

Still, had it not been for Sai's boldness, his wilingness to compare himself (and his teammates) to the kazekage, he would never have convinced the famed modest leader to remove the small modesty towel: the small band that clung to him enough to reveal the rounded curve of his ass, but obscure any sight of anything below the muscular shaped v of his abdomen. And seeing Sai's face, the way he stopped smiling when he saw the Kazekage's thick appendage framed by the wiry red curls between his milk white thighs was totally worth it. And hell, Naruto hadn't minded the sight either.

But he was not a fan of the cold bath he required after.

Naruto glanced down the road and noticed Sai slowly making his way down the market. Naruto hurried to the nearest crowded stall, wiggling his way to the front to discover he was staring at piles of vegetables and none that he was interested in. He tried to keep his head down and pretend he was inspecting some turnips when a shoulder bumped into his.

"Oh look, these remind me of you," Sai's irritating voice sounded too pleased as he picked up a baby carrot and held it up in his fingers. "Don't you think?" Naruto grit his teeth and tried to ignore him. "Oh," Sai said. His pale fingers reached for a long green cucumber. "And this one reminds me of the kazekage." Sai wrapped his fingers around it suggestively, sliding his hand down the smooth green skin. He smiled and turned to Naruto. "Wouldn't you say?" Naruto felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He pushed his way out of the crowd and left the stall. He felt a hand tug on his sleeve, trying to pull him back.

"Just leave me alone!" he growled, whirling to face Sai and stopped in his tracks. Gaara's hand paused and slowly retreated to his side. His green eyes looked up at him, startled.

"My apologies." He turned and began to walk the other way. Naruto cursed himself and ran a hand through his messy locks. He began to trot after his friend and try to explain, but he had waited too long and Gaara was quick. Naruto struggled to keep up with him, catching up only when they reached a less crowded edge of the market.

"Gaara, wait," he yelled. Gaara paused, turning and waiting while Naruto jogged to catch up with him. Naruto leaned over and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I thought you were Sai. He... He's been bothering me lately." Gaara nodded quietly.

"It's just..." Naruto paused. He thought about explaining it for a moment, but looking up at Gaara's indifferent green eyes, he shook his head. "Never mind. It's... it's nothing."

"Come," Gaara said, continuing to walk towards the Kazekage tower. "I have something for you."

Gaara wove a path quietly through the halls of the Kazekage tower and up a series of staircases. Naruto didn't ask where they were going, simply bowing to the many shinobi they passed on their way. They paused before a large door which Gaara unlocked with a key tucked inside his robe. He opened the door and ushered them inside what looked like the Kazekage's private suite.

"Have a seat," Gaara said, moving quietly through the room to a small single burner. He put on a kettle of water and turned up the flame. Naruto glanced around the room at the simple furnishings, at the beige and brown color scheme that were just as devoid of character as the rest of the room. He sat on the comfortable couch next to a small worn teddy bear.

"Did you enjoy the onsen?" Gaara asked. He rummaged through a cupboard, the sound of pottery clinking together filled the room.

Naruto looked down at his lap and fiddled his thumbs. "It was nice of you to take us," he said. He wondered if Gaara was upset at all by Sai's rudeness. He wondered if he should apologize.

"That wasn't my question."

Naruto looked up startled. Gaara kept his back to him, measuring something with a spoon. Naruto glanced down at his feet again. Even now his skin felt smooth against his clothing. It would have been nice if...

"I'm sorry about Sai's behavior earlier. He was rude and I shouldn't have let him speak to you that way." Naruto looked up and met Gaara's curious green eyes.

"You're upset about it," Gaara stated. He set down two cups.

"Yes. Sort of. It's just... he always makes light of such personal things. He's always teasing."

"His comments offend you. Why? His comments are exaggerated, but then I thought us both accustomed to strangers exaggerating our failings."

Naruto winced at Gaara's choice of words. Gaara turned off the flame, silencing the whistling kettle. Naruto turned away.

"I didn't want you to ... think less of me. I didn't want you to agree with him." Naruto covered his face with one hand. He could feel the heat in his cheeks. Gaara was silent, his green eyes watching him. He paused and tilted his head before stepping forward and placing a knee on the couch. The cushion shifted under his weight. Gaara's hand touched Naruto's shoulder gently.

"You think yourself less beautiful for being different? For not being what others expected?" Naruto looked up and noted the concern in the slight wrinkle in Gaara's brow. He shook his head and tried to think of another way to explain his embarrassment.

"It's just that... I'm... not as big as everyone else. I just feel... I dunno."

"Would you judge a man's worth by his strength?" Gaara turned away. He sank into the cushion next to him, careful to move the bear out of his way.

"Of course not!" Naruto said. "It's what you do with it that counts."

A mischievous smile slowly spread across Gaara's face. His tongue darted out just slightly to moisten the corner of his dry lips.

"Shall we try a little test?"

"Test?" Naruto gulped. "What do you mean?" His eyes slipped to the corner where Gaara bit his lip, noting the resulting red flush. Gaara leaned forward and placed a pale hand on Naruto's thigh. He leaned in forward close enough to feel the hot breath on his neck.

"It bothers you, doesn't it? That I have the bigger weapon." Gaara's words were hot and humid on his ear. "Shall we see who has more skill in wielding them?" A warm wet tongue slid up his neck tickling the sensitive spot beneath his lobe.

Naruto gasped, shock reverberating through his body. His hands reached for Gaara's chest, gently nudging him away.

"What are you. . ?" Naruto shuddered out a sigh as Gaara's hand slid up his inner thigh. "What are you doing?" he asked defensively. He tried to concentrate but the hand rubbing him refused to relent.

Gaara's weight slid over his leg. The hand between rubbed more persistently.

"There's only one reason why men use the cold bath," Gaara said before latching his lips onto Naruto's neck and sucking hard enough to send pleasure straight to his groin.

Naruto's hands grabbed either side of Gaara's face and forcing his mouth up to clash with his. He plunged his tongue into the other man's mouth, impatient to feel as much of him as he could. Gaara's hips pressed into his leg and Naruto groaned when he felt Gaara's growing excitement pressing into him, just inches away from his own. Naruto's mind hazily remembered Gaara's modesty towels, the traditional dip in the cold bath...

"Why didn't you tell me," Naruto whispered when their mouths pulled away, gasping for breath. Gaara's hand abandoned its post to tug at the zipper of his flak jacket and paw the mesh clad chest beneath.

"I was ashamed," Gaara pressed quick kisses to Naruto's mouth, his cheeks, and the sensitive skin just above his pulse. "I was embarrassed, having feelings for a man."

Naruto groaned as Gaara continued the onslaught on his neck, dragging his moist lips to his collar bone. Naruto's fingers gathered the yards of material obscuring the Kazekage's body and began tugging them up. Gaara sat up long enough to pull the robe over his head, tossing it to the floor. He tugged on Naruto's mesh shirt, pulling it up over his head before attaching his mouth onto the newly exposed flesh. Gaara's hips bucked against his leg.

"Show me yourself. All of you," Gaara said. "I'll prove you have nothing to be ashamed of." Naruto pressed a kiss to a pale white shoulder.

"Only if you let me do the same." Gaara smiled against his skin and sat up, carefully putting one foot down and removing himself from Naruto's lap. His green eyes watched from below half lidded eyes, first removing the black sleeveless shirt beneath his robe and then moving to the belt buckle holding up the dark slacks. Naruto's fingers undid his own clasp, standing up to pull down the black pants. His eyes were riveted on Gaara, catching his breath when the Kazekage's pants dropped and there was nothing underneath. Naruto quickly shucked off his boxers.

Gaara stalked towards Naruto, pushing him against the couch. Naruto fell backwards, bouncing against the cushion and startled when the Kazekage was suddenly pushing his knees apart and kneeling forward, tongue sliding along his inner thigh. Naruto's back arched off the couch, a loud groan filling the quiet suite while the Kazekage's tongue traced swirls along his thighs and then raked patterns along the heavy sacs tightening beneath his twitching member.

"Look at you," Gaara said. Naruto glanced down to see the Kazekage eying his erection hungrily. His lips darted out to lick his lips. "You're magnificent." He dipped his head licking a line up his balls to the base of his erection and up the sensitive underside to the tip. His mouth closed over the tip and slid down, mouth sliding up and circling around the tip. Naruto shuddered and moaned. One hand dug itself into the Kazekage's red wavy hair, clenching a little when his wicked tongue teased a particularly sensitive spot.

"Gaara," Naruto sighed, feeling his belly curl into a tighter coil with each stroke of that warm tongue. "Let me touch you," he pleaded. The air felt slightly chill against his hot erection when freed from the confines of Gaara's mouth. The other man rose from his knees, crawling back into his lap, and presenting Naruto with the source of his intimidation earlier in the day. Gaara rolled his hips forward, pressing flesh against sinfully hot flesh. Naruto's head rolled back before forcing his eyes open, forcing himself to watch every minute despite the temptation to close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure. Gaara rubbed against him a little harder and groaned. He wrapped his arms around Naruto, pressing their chests together and creating as much bodily friction as their position would allow.

"You're the only one who does this to me." Gaara whispered, raising his hips and rubbing the tip of Naruto's penis against the small puckered hole between the two globes of his ass. "You're the only one who makes me lose control." He pressed himself against Naruto, pausing when he encountered the resistance of his stiff muscles. He rotated his hips in small circles, pressing down slowly and inching his way down Naruto's weeping erection. Naruto wanted to cry from the pleasure, from the painfully sweet tightness of the man he had desired for so long. He agonized for what felt like an age long dance of stop and go, of teasing and pulling away until he realized he was seated deeply in the other man and Gaara's hips began to move. He moved slowly at first, angling his hips until Naruto bumped something inside the other man that made him moan and throw his head back and shift against him harder. Naruto's other hand fisted Gaara's weeping hardness, panting and trying to keep his hips still as the other man found his pleasure riding him.

Gaara paused and adjusted his legs, moving them to hug Naruto's waist. His arms wrapped around the shinobi's neck and his hips lifted slightly and prompted a sigh from his red mouth. "Yes, right there," he sighed, trying to move his hips slower, less excitedly than before. Naruto realized he was trying to make it last. But Naruto had only one desire and that was to see the other man come and come hard. Naruto's hands grabbed the kazekage's hips and held him in place as he thrust up. The kazekage whimpered, lolling his head to the side. Naruto, frustrated by his lack of leverage from this angle grasped the other man from just below his buttocks.

"Hold on," he said, rising to his feet. Gaara clung to him, his legs scrambling to find purchase on his hips as Naruto thrust up, bouncing the Kazekage on his cock. The other man's cries escalated as Naruto built up a furious rhythm that started to threaten the strength in his knees. He rushed them towards the wall, pinning his lover against the wall as he thrust into him furiously.

"Come for me, Gaara," he said, feeling his sacs tightening dangerously. He was close to the edge and in danger of slipping over at any minute. He had no desire to finish before the man in his arms.

Gaara legs tightened around him. Naruto grit his teeth and paused when he felt himself close, pinning Gaara in place against the wall with his body while his hand wedged between them to stroke the weeping erection pressed against his belly. Gaara's nails raked across his back, digging into his flesh while his legs tightened their grip. Gaara's body arched forward, pressing their chests together while his face scrunched in pleasure. He was close, Naruto could feel it. He thrust up once and then twice, moving his hand in rhythm with his hips. Gaara squeezed his eyes shut and his fingers clenched against Naruto's back. His kiss swollen mouth fell open with a long hoarse cry.

Naruto rolled his hips up in a few more quick strokes before he too was groaning into Gaara's neck. They stayed there, frozen for a minute before either had the will to move. Naruto pulled himself out of his lover, wincing when he discovered what a mess he had made. Gaara let his legs slide down slowly, still clinging to Naruto's neck.

"I think," Gaara murmured against his chest, "I think few would complain about your size if they knew what you could do with it." Naruto chuckled, adjusting his arms to hug the kazekage around his waist. He nuzzled the slightly sweaty tendrils of red hair clinging to the pale neck. Naruto sighed and tightened his grip. He realized how foolish he was to think Gaara would judge him. The kazekage pushed him away slightly. He glanced down at their messy bodies and unentangled himself. Naruto watched quietly as his naked form moved gracefully through the room. He rummaged in a small drawer and pulled out a cloth.

"I find I enjoy this activity, but the mess it makes is unfortunate. I think it's time for another bath."

Naruto smiled, joined his lover across the room and picked up the cloth. He ran it down Gaara's stomach gently.

"Another cold bath?" he smirked, running the cloth over Gaara's still sensitive areas. Gaara pushed his hand away.

"That would be counter-productive. We're not done yet," Gaara said, placing an arm around Naruto's waist and pulling his body close. "We got to see what you could do," he pressed a kiss against Naruto's shoulder and then his neck. "Next, it's my turn," Gaara grinned and pushed him back towards the couch.

Naruto's heart quickened thinking of Gaara's generous endowment and the discomfort of being on bottom. He didn't think it was a good time to bring up the fact that he wasn't particularly fond of being bottom. But Gaara's mouth felt good against him and he did say this was a competition and he couldn't cheat his partner of his turn, and well... as Gaara had put it, it wasn't the size that matters.