Operation Blue Balls!!

The sun hung lazily in the middle of the clear blue sky. Casting its heat over the land below. Making it way,way too hot for Shikamaru's tastes. He was currently lying on his back, hiding in the cool shadow beneath a huge weeping willow, sunglasses perched high on his nose while he peered at the sky through fleeting green. The branches moving ever so slightly in the shy breeze. A cigarette hung limp between his fingers. Long forgotten... sending a small cloud of smoke into the air where the small flame was eating its way in the cancer stick.

Shikamaru was way too lazy to move. He didn't want to... he had just finished mowing the lawn. And he was supposed to be cutting the hedges by now, or dig out weeds from the rose bed. But it was way too hot.

He had already drank the bottle of water he had brought with him, and the damned sprinklers were put on a timer, so that they only watered the grass in the wee hours of the morning, every other day. So he couldn’t turn them on in an attempt to cool down either.

Shikamaru was seriously contemplating declaring himself sick. Or at least sleep a few hours till the sun climbed a bit further down the sky before he started with the hedges. It was nothing new with him. He would do this every so often. His clients were never home during the day when he was fixing their garden for them anyway. So long as the job was done when they got home, he wouldn’t get any shit about taking a small siesta.

Although…

Problem.

There was someone home in this mansion. Shikamaru absolutely refused to call it a house, it was no fucking house. It was a damned mansion. Shikamaru was sure it contained at least one ballroom, and more than the required ten bedrooms. It could have been taken straight out from a Jane Austen novel. Even if it didn’t come with the impressive field of a garden that people loved to associate with such a house. ‘Thank you very much.’ It had a garden sure enough… but it was more like the normal; I’m filthy rich and have a pool and a Koi pond in my garden-garden.

But then again. The mansion itself was a relic from a time long forgotten. Taken good care of in the suburbs just outside the bustling city of Konoha. It was beautiful, but you would never hear that from Shikamaru.

And yes, there was someone home if Shikamaru wasn’t mistaken. The nephew. Neji Hyuuga. A stuck up bastard with dollar bills wedged up his ass. He was one of those snotty rich boys. Born into a life of sickening wealth. His parents had died when he was just a toddler. But he had been adopted by his uncle, and had been schooled from a way too young age to take over the family business.

The brat had threw a hissy fit the last time he had caught Shikamaru dosing off during “work” hours. And the time before that, and the time before that again. Shikamaru couldn’t have cared less, it wasn’t like the pale bastard would bother to come out to the garden now anyways, with the sun being so fucking bright and all. Besides, Shikamaru always got his job done. So he really didn’t see the problem. The arrogant ass probably only came out so he could have someone to boss around when his servants were busy doing something else.

Shikamaru let out a heavy groan. Why did everything have to be so damned troublesome?
And sure enough. Only seconds after Shikamaru had let out the desperate groan, he heard the balcony door open. Followed by soft click-click-clicks.

‘Click-click-click?’ Shikamaru quirked open an eye and allowed his head to turn towards the door.

He was about to let out a heavy sigh when he saw that indeed, it was Neji standing there. But... the second his mind actually saw Neji, the renowned genius completely lost all his ability for coherent thought whatsoever, all blood suddenly rushing fast south. He was staring, open mouthed, unable to blink, breathe, fucking move.

Neji wasn’t wearing his normal attire of a suit, he wasn’t even wearing the robe he occasionally wore, oh no... No robe, no slippers, not even a hint of smugness on his usually stoic face.

But there were five inch high heeled pumps. Baby blue… (Giving that godly shaped ass a slight lift, enhancing a slight sway to a strong back.)

Black fishnet stockings creeping up seemingly never ending, surprisingly feminine legs.

Shikamaru licked his suddenly dry lips, sitting up in the grass without any conscious effort. Letting his eyes take in the rest of the attire. His heart thudding hard in his chest.

Baby blue panties, just barely able to hide a very nice looking cock underneath;- a rock hard very promising looking cock.

A low groan slipped from Shikamaru’s slack lips…

There was also a honest to god corset. It was a simple little thing, matching the color of the baby blue panties, so fucking form hugging it could trick you into thinking the very masculine body it was covering had feminine curves. Just slight dips… Holy shit… Had Shikamaru ever seen such a slender waist on a boy before?

He let his eyes drink in the sight once more before he looked up to follow the faint blush that crept up a long throat, stopping to notice the black bowtie tied elegantly around it. He smirked when he noticed matching white cufflinks around pale wrists.

Several pictures of girls wearing the same styled outfit flittered through Shikamaru’s mind when he finally started to understand just what Neji was wearing. And sure enough...

The boys black hair was loose, hanging in silky strands down his strong shoulders. His head was tilted down a bit, hiding half of his blushing face behind that silky curtain of black hair.

And on the very top of his head sat a slightly crooked pair of baby blue bunny ears.

There was a look in those ghostly grey eyes. A small smile tugging soft lips ever so slightly up. It was a teasing look, a daring look. Even with the flush of red on his pale skin, Neji was daring Shikamaru to play along. That look said it all. All those sinful things a bedroom look could say: “Follow me, kiss me, fuck me...” The small smile turned almost feral when Shikamaru moaned, yes... he fucking moaned, before he scrambled to get up from the grass. His feet automatically following that little white bunny tail slipping inside the mansion.

The small hall was too dark for Shikamaru’s eyes when he first entered, the sudden switch from light to dark making him almost blind in the dimly lit room. But he could hear that lovely sound. Those little “click-click-click” as Neji moved further inside the house.

He was slightly awed at being inside the house to tell the truth. He had been here once before, in the main sitting room. Just to go over the details of his contract. But that had been something else entirely. Somehow, this almost felt like burglary or something. It was just so fucking intense. Sneaking in after Neji, he had actually, somehow, remembered to kick off his shoes at the balcony so that he wouldn’t track mud onto the clean floors.

Oh god. Shikamaru groaned, swallowing his breath, his dick growing hard in his pants. Neji was walking up the stairs. Punctuating each step with a sway of his hips. and the man’s ass was nothing short of perfect.

He wasn’t sure what the meaning of this was…

It certainly wasn’t like Neji to act like this, it went against every bit of information and carefully analyzed impressions of the rich boy Shikamaru had gathered. Usually, Neji never even took a second glance his way, unless it was to mutter how useless and lazy he was.

But... now. Oh god. Shikamaru certainly wasn’t about to argue.

He couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore when they had almost reached the top of the stairs. Shikamaru had upped his pace so that he was just one step behind that white ball off fluff swaying suggestively just in front of him. It was simply too much to resist. He knew that the most logical thing would be to grab a nice hold of the round ass swaying so teasingly in front of him. But despite that he grabbed a hold of the white fluff and pulled at it.

Grinning when the other turned to send him an embarrassed glare. There seemed to be a bit of the snotty Neji in there after all. Shikamaru smiled, grabbing a hold of the others hips and pulling him just slightly back, rubbing his nose into that spot just where the delicate curve of his ass started. Smelling Neji... smiling when he smelled like new silk, a tell tale sign for Shikamaru that this was a new outfit for the rich boy.

Neji stood leaning slightly backwards into the embrace, shuddering when one of the strong arms encircling him let go in favor of feeling out his front, rubbing against his bulge. Long fingers stroking over his hard shaft. He moaned and let his head lull back, his feet shaking.

The shoes were fairly uncomfortable, and his calves were about to cramp up a bit. He wasn’t used to walk in them. He was a bit proud that he had managed to walk as well as he had with them on. But now, with the other kissing wet kisses soaking through the silk on his back, while his hands groped his ass, stroked his dick before fleeting up and down his sides in a teasing manner.

Neji wasn’t too sure if he would be able to stand upright much longer.

So he wringed free... his shoes clattering against the hard floor boards as he almost ran into his room.

Shikamaru was hot on his heels.

The young gardener looked absolutely put out. His brown intelligent eyes wide and surprised as soon as he entered the well lit bedroom. It was all white, the bedspread, the wallpaper, even the furniture had a very soft cream color. And then there was the bunny, in his pale blue beauty, sitting on the edge of the bed. A coy smile on his lips. Shikamaru was calculating the situation with everything he had. But he was apparently unable to form any logical sense from it.

“What do you gain from this anyway?”

“What I gain?” Neji smirked, letting his eyes rake up and down Shikamaru’s body... “Well…. I gain a nice little fuck from you.”

“Oh come on!” Shikamaru rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands down his pockets. Usually he liked to play games, but this one here made him nervous. A Hyuuga never did anything without an ulterior motive, and he knew damned well that his fishnet shirt, green cargo pants
tucked into army boots and the chain around his neck was something that the Hyuuga never would have looked twice at.

Unless... he had some kind of hidden agenda. He let out a heavy sigh... wanting to slam his stupid head into a wall for thinking too much. Why? Did he have to go and poke at this when he had a gorgeous boy, dressed in a fucking playboy costume, practically begging him to fuck him?

Because he was too damned curious for his own good is why.

“This reeks of bored rich boys a loooong way. I bet you and your upper-class had some sort of bet or something, and you lost…” Shikamaru let his fingers linger over a bouquet of fresh white roses standing on a side table, maintaining his bored expression. Even as Neji was crawling backwards onto the bed, giving him a come hither look.

“Oh? What makes you think I lost? What if I won?”

Shikamaru let out a startled laugh as he bended down to pull off his socks, dropping them soundlessly onto the floor. “Yeah! And the winner got to embarrass himself by dressing up in a bunny outfit and seduce the poor unsuspecting gardener? Sounds likely...”

The boy on the bed smirked, stroking a hand over his crotch, teasingly. “Do you consider yourself unlucky? You’re hurting my feelings here…”

Shikamaru let out an amused sounding snort, pulling his mesh shirt over his shoulders, tossing it to Neji who caught it with a small frown before he threw it to the floor. The slightly disgusted look that flickered across his perfect face made Shikamaru snicker. “No... I feel rather lucky, and you know it, although… I can’t help but to feel a bit used here. What is it that you want from me?”

When he looked up, the bunny had turned around in the huge four poster bed crawling on hands and knees towards him, a teasing look on his face.

Neji sat up on his knees when he had the gardener’s attention, the corset was constricting, itchy and hard to breathe in. ((But he couldn’t just take it off himself. Oh no… the damned gardener was needed for that role.)) Why wouldn’t he just take what was offered? Neji didn’t get it. Why did he have to have a gardener that actually gave a damn? What was his name again?

Ah yes... Shikamaru.

“Shikamaru… baby, why can’t you just take what’s offered to you? “

Shikamaru shook his head. Yeah, why didn’t he just take what was offered to him? “Coz I’m too damned curious for my own good is why…and I smell something rotten here. Stuff like this just doesn’t happen to me. Tell me Neji... .why, exactly do you want me?”

Neji just rolled his eyes while he crawled towards Shikamaru, maybe he should try to be a bit more aggressive. Although, how much more aggressive could he be?

Without raping the man…

He took a hold of Shikamaru’s belt and pulled him forward, easily opening it before he popped open the top button, smiling a satisfied smile when he found that at least the man wanted this on some level. His hard dick straining against the soft material of his boxers, a drop of precum leaking through the cotton fabric, leaving an almost black mark in the grey fabric.

“Now this... is what I want” Neji murmured, leaning in to rub his nose and cheek against the hard bulge, smelling that faint smell of musk before he let his tongue dart out, licking at the wet spot. Loving the shiver that ran through Shikamaru when he sneaked a hand behind his backside, gripping that taunt ass - pulling him closer.

He could hear a small gasp leave the gardener at that.

“I want to suck your cock… can I Shikamaru? Can I please put this huge, delicious dick of yours in my mouth? Suck on it... lick it. I want to taste it so bad. Maybe you can make it leak for me…” Neji was murmuring so softly, already sucking on it through the fabric, the taste of cotton making his tongue dry.

And Shikamaru couldn't help but tangle his fingers in Neji's long silken hair, sending the bunny ears tumbling down to the floor.

He was contemplating picking them back up when he felt eager hands tug down his boxers, and soon after his dick was surrounded by a wet heat making him buck up and moan unexpectedly. Oh god, Neji was eager - sloppy, but eager. And it felt so good. Shikamaru could feel a coil of heat forming in his stomach already. “Oh god, N-neji... aah! That feels so good...”

Neji seemed to like the praise, the bunny taking his dick even further down the tight canal of his throat, swallowing around it. And shit... when he did that…

“ Ahaangh… f-fuck.” Shikamaru used the grip he had in the others hair and tugged him away, a blush tinted face staring up at him. Black hair falling in silken strands around a handsome face; a handsome face with swollen, pink – oh so kissable lips... Shikamaru had to take a deep breath, but he was still unable to keep from leaning down, capturing that mouth with his teeth, his lips. Sucking at the plump bottom lip, tasting his own musk before he moaned when a tongue darted out to meet his.

They kissed like that, till his heart felt a little calmer. Till his back started protesting against standing leaned over like that. And he pulled back... panting.


“If you want me to last baby, I suggest you stop sucking my cock like that.”

He got a wicked smile in reply, Neji staring up at him. A coy look in those faint grey eyes as he laid back. Using his elbows and high heels to push himself further up into the plush bed. When he was resting comfortably in a nest of pillows he made a come hither motion with his finger, spreading his legs in a very inviting manner.
The gardener just groaned, had he ever been this turned on? So fucking hot he was nearly delusional from lust? Oh god, he doubted it… He wanted nothing more than to just rip of the small panties that had lost the fight to keep that long, thick, cock hidden a long time ago. The swollen, red dickhead poking up from the silken brim, tainting the baby blue silk of the corset with salty precum.

And yet...

Shikamaru had a hard time ripping his eyes away from the way those feet arched, trapped in the pumps. The way the fishnet stocking looked as it crisscrossed up his pale skin. The legs looked like they lasted forever. Shikamaru wondered how it would feel like, to drag his tongue over the fabric...

How it would feel with the mixed sensations of the warm, smooth looking skin underneath the rough threads of the fishnet stockings.

Shikamaru had never considered himself a feet man, but now... with Neji spread out like that before him.

He let a moan rumble from his throat before he sat down on the bed, leaning forward... taking a foot in his hand. He contemplated taking of a shoe, so that he could suck on the toes, but then he wouldn’t get to see this delicate arch anymore. And no, he did not want to lose that. Instead he kissed the ankle, catching the dark fabric between his teeth, pulling at it.

Chocolate eyes glimpsing up to catch pale ones.

Shikamaru glanced back down, letting his eyes rake up, up and up those never ending legs. His hand massaging the calf as he kissed the shin, letting his tongue drag across the fabric.

Oh god… holy fuck, Shikamaru groaned when he felt it... felt that Neji was shaved, clean shaved... All over. Not a single hair on his legs, all Shikamaru could feel under that fishnet was smooth, so very smooth alabaster skin.

Shikamaru moved up to a bended knee, taking his time with the back of the knee, sucking at the sensitive skin there. Making sure to leave a mark. The texture felt amazing, just like he knew it would. Only better. He moaned again. His hands moving upwards, skimming over the fabric, the shivering tights - and all the way to that smooth dickhead poking so teasingly up from the baby blue panties.

Shikamaru dipped his finger into the fluid leaking from the tip and brought it to his mouth, licking it up with a “Mmmm…”

A silent gasp left Neji the second he felt some stimulation to his cock. And he rocked his hips upwards, he felt so hot. So much warmer than he had thought he would. Shikamaru was turning into something much more then he had thought. The way those chocolate eyes seemed to devour him, wicked fingers playing with his body while that hot mouth licked him in places he had never been licked before. No one had ever tasted the backside of his knee, the inside of his thigh, and oh god...

Neji arched, a fierce blush running up his neck. Oh fuck, he was seriously starting to regret this.

Unsure if he would survive the shame.

But damned, it turned him on too. To be this embarrassed, so exposed and vulnerable. Shikamaru had bent down again, silently slipping off the baby blue panties, taking the hosiery with him. And Neji knew all too well what he would find... Somehow, that turned him on to no end. While at the same time he was kind of hoping that a hole in the ground would jump up and swallow him.

This was never supposed to go much further anyway.

Shikamaru had been right, it had all been a bet.

A stupid bet with Sasuke, Naruto and Gaara. And Neji had- indeed- lost. But he was only supposed to show this... this last part. He was only supposed to tease Shikamaru. Make him so horny that he was practically begging for Neji to let him fuck him.

Oh yes, this was- as Naruto had called it- operation blue balls.

But now...

Neji wasn’t sure who would wind up with blue balls if he ended this now, him or Shikamaru. Although he supposed he could take up Gaara’s (not so subtle) offer to fuck him after.

The red head and his two friends were after all watching the whole thing on a hidden webcam.

And that, made this so much worse. Because they weren’t supposed to see Neji like this. So needy, so horny... and so fucking ready to let Shikamaru – the laziest, and most disgusting boy he had ever seen – fuck him senseless. Oh no... Neji was a top, not a bottom, and his friends knew that. The only person that had ever gotten to fuck him before was Sasuke's older brother – Itachi.

But now... oh yes. He wanted this so bad. His ass ached for it. If only... if only he hadn’t made the last part of the bet so fucking embarrassing. But he had been so sure Naruto would lose, like he always did. And he wasn’t the kind to back down from a bet either.

In hindsight, he realized it was a fucking dumb idea to make it that much more embarrassing.

So…

Neji closed his eyes, his dick giving a small jerk in anticipation. Fire racing through his entire body. Oh god, he wanted to close his legs so badly, close his legs and deny the lazy boy the sight that was just about to be revealed.

But strong hands were playing with his body like he was a piece of putty. And he found that his legs parted automatically and quite willingly for the other as soon as the panties and the hose were pulled off. His shoes being thrown to some random spot on the floor. Clattering where they hit. At the same time as Neji flushed a deep, crimson red. His dignity hitting the floor along with the shoes.


Shikamaru’s eyes widened. His breath stopping on its way inn. Instead of pulling oxygen into his lungs, he exhaled air that wasn't supposed to be there. One long moan leaving him, his fingers unable to stay away as they soon went to touch the little black plug.

Neji Hyuuga...

Stuck up, proud Neji Hyuuga who had already surprised him once by dressing up like a fucking playboy bunny, seducing him into this situation. Had fucking shocked him speechless again.

Oh god, Shikamaru took a deep breath. His voice sounding breathy when he spoke “Oh my, oh my... What have you been up to my dear? Did you really walk in those high heels, all the way down to find me – and back up again, with this stretching this slutty little hole of yours?”

Neji whimpered in reply, pressing his head back into the pillow, lifting his hips from the mattress, while he spread his legs a bit more, feeling Shikamarus hands knead his tights, his ass, how they pressed against the plug in his ass. He nibbled desperately on his lip, trying to focus the pain, yes... pain of embarrassment out of his system.

Shikamaru was moving the plug around, making it rub against his prostate so fucking deliciously. Neji had a hard time to see straight. And he was supposed to stop now? Oh fuck, he moaned shamelessly and arched of the bed when a wet tongue licked up from his balls to the underside of his dick.

But... what if Naruto, Sasuke and Gaara came into the room now? What then? He had told them, time and time again that he did not want to sleep with this man. He had told them that they had to come in and save him if things went too far. He had even promised bodily harm if they let it go too far.

When he said that, he had meant that they had to come save him if Shikamaru didn’t take no for a no. but, oh god... he couldn’t stop now. He wanted this, so bad... needed it. He would surely die if he didn’t get to feel Shikamaru’s hard dick in his ass.

Neji whimpered, licking his lips. Hoping that they would pick up the words on the mic. It was a shitty mic, but it worked... a little. Hopefully enough.

“ Oh god... Yes! S-Shikamaru. I-I want this... please, I want this so bad...”

The second the words had left his lips, he realized how true that was. He wanted Shikamaru to fuck him, even if his friends were watching. Fuck, they would never let him live this one down. But he had a feeling it would be worth it.

A finger was irked inn next to the plug, stretching his already stretched entrance even more. It hurt... but in a good way, and yes... this was definitely worth some future teasing.

Shikamaru was a man of few words apparently. Because he didn’t answer Neji... didn’t say anything.

He was too engrossed in the movements of the man under him. The way he seemed to fuck himself on his finger, on the plug. Moaning, whimpering, whispering sweet pleas for him to replace the medium sized rubber plug with his own flesh.


And who was Shikamaru to deny him?

He was breathing hard when he pulled it out. Slowly, so very slowly. Watching intently as the puckered entrance was forced wider and wider . Neji moaning like a desperate slut, begging for Shikamaru to go faster, to just take it out. But Shikamaru wanted to savor this sight. And finally, when they had gone passed the widest part, he pulled it out fast, enjoying the way the pale beauty moaned wantonly with pleasure.

He smiled then, leaning inn to lick the pink hole still gaping from the loss of the toy, while Neji finally screamed out in pleasure, his whole body convulsing as he came. Spurting jets of cum all over his baby blue corset.

Shikamaru groaned when he saw that beautiful display of Neji coming so undone. Unable to hold back - he took a good hold of the writhing hips and thrust forward. Burying his shaft in that wet heat, moaning loudly when he felt it choke his dick. So tight, still so tight, even after having that plug stretching him for him.

“O-oh, fuuuck… “ Shikamaru took a few deep breaths, his hands shaking where they supported his weight next to Neji’s silken hair spread out on the pillow. The beauty beneath him was still shaking, shivering. A wild blush creeping up his handsome face. Shikamaru smiled, leaning down again to skim a hand over the blue silk. He couldn’t keep away from the pale neckline. Looking all too alluring- too tempting to resist. “God... you smell so good...” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the soft skin, placing kisses and soft bites all over the pale neck. Marking him while he struggled to hold still.

Neji was mewling so sweetly, his nails dragging over Shikamaru's back. Oh fuck, oh fuck... he felt so full. So fucking stretched. He was already sensitive from the plug, but this... oh god. A shiver raced through him, heat forming in his belly, a knot tightening deep within.

He couldn’t believe he was ready to go again, but he was. His dick already hard and aching.

He writhed, his breath getting stuck in his lungs when Shikamaru took a hold of his legs and placed them on strong shoulders, almost bending him in half. He could feel the hard dick in his ass so good like this, it reached so deep. So perfect. Rubbing against his prostate.

Neji mewled, leaving angry red marks on Shikamaru's back. And when the gardener started to really fuck him, a light sheen of sweat covering that beautiful skin, the strong muscles working, flexing and shivering with every thrust of his pelvis. Neji couldn’t help himself, he reached up and brought his face down for a kiss. Shikamaru tasting of cigarettes and nature. Sandalwood.

They kissed like that, sloppily, messy, breathless while Shikamaru fucked him harder, faster, reaching even deeper. And when a shaky hand wrapped around Neji’s cock, it took two strokes before he was thrashing on the bed. Cumming so hard he could see stars flash before his eyes. A scream of Shikamaru’s name leaving his lips.


Shikamaru was close behind, shooting his cum deep into the convulsing canal.

And in a room not too far away, three boys were sitting staring at a computer screen, their faces set in a look of shock, lust and glee.

“Oh man… I am sooo posting this on red tube. Consequences be damned, it’ll be worth it. OUCH!”

“Idiot… you can’t post that” **

“But it’s so hot, look at me. I’m so hard. I’d cum from one stroke I’m sure. It would be a crime not to share it with the world.” the blond complained.

Dark eyes glanced down to confirm that, yes indeed, Naruto’s dick was straining against his soft drawstring pants. Just like his own was.

There was a soft moan coming from his other side, and Sasuke turned his head, dry mouthed, to see Gaara nibbling on his lower lip, a pale hand stroking a hard bulge through his jeans.

Teal eyes regarded him with interest. “Maybe we could help each other out?”

Sasuke nodded dumbly, incoherent of thought. They were really going to do this…

Sure, he had fucked Naruto before, several times. But never Gaara, Gaara was something unattainable, he didn’t know why he saw it that way. When he knew both Neji and Naruto had fucked around with the red head.

He had just never done so himself. He had always wanted to, but it had never felt like it was the right timing to approach the other about it. Gaara always seemed too cold and unapproachable.

But not now, oh no... not now. Not with the way he was openly fondling himself, a sly grin creeping over his handsome face before he slithered to the floor, crawling over to Sasuke, pushing him back. The chair Sasuke sitting on gliding across the floor on soundless wheels. Just a little bit back- just far enough for the red head to fit between the chair and the desk.

Sasuke watched entranced how the redhead crawled between his feet. Pale hands, even paler then his massaging up his thigh, teasing him by slowly going higher and higher. Closer and closer to his achingly hard dick.

There was a sound coming from his other side, but he barely noticed. Not until another pair of hands start to massage in unison with the other. He inhaled a sharp breath, his mischievous blond had slipped down to the floor too, and the chair glides a bit further back, providing room for the other.

And by gods, it made Sasuke hot.

Oh yeah, Sasuke hissed in a breath when his pants were pulled down. Two tongues licking up and around his swollen head. He moaned, the feel of those two tongues on him at the same time. Holy fuck... it’s making him hot. So fucking hot. Fire already starting to build into a tight knot in his stomach, making his toes curl.

He can hear them moan, wet sounds coupled with panting breaths. They’re jerking each other off. And he know Naruto is close already, because his mouth stops moving on his cock from time to time. Gaara taking the opportunity to take his entire shaft into his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down.

Naruto is the first to come, a broken “aah Gaara, oh fuck... Sa-Sasuke.” Falling from his lips before his blue eyes roll back and he buckles his hips, shivering. Gaara is bobbing his head eagerly up and down Sasuke’s shaft now. Taking it all the way down, down into his throat. Swallowing around the length.

It takes one more dive into those inky black curls at the bottom, his saliva running down in small rivers down into that coarse hair before Sasuke grips his hair, tugging him up:- hot cum

splattering on his face.

And by gods, he is so close himself. The pulse is beating through him. His blood almost breaking free from his fingertips. Naruto is stroking him again, licking his neck, kissing it before he starts cleaning Sasuke’s cum off of his face with an eager tongue.

One more stroke and Gaara jerks his hips, moaning... coming with a silent gasp of pleasure. Teal eyes fluttering closed while he hisses. Naruto fast to catch the cum with this mouth, swallowing it. Sharing a fleeting kiss with Sasuke.

And so they barely manage to stumble their way over to Hinata’s bed. Oh yes, they’re in Hinata’s bedroom. The soft petal pink wallpaper with small silver fairies on it giving the room a very light feel. It smells of roses and lilies, mixed with cum and boys.

Naruto giggles. “ I’m still gonna post it to red tube...OUCH!”

“Idiot...”

****BONUS! This last part is just a bonus, added for your pleasure and joy as suggested by my temp beta MikePowell. hehe.. I hope it was appreciated.


OH! And this is a story written entirely for my beloved Annieme, my beta. *snuggles my wifey*


(A/N: Comments? haha! I`ve noticed that I never get any comments over here at AFF.. why is that? I always get comments over at Y!. Are they friendlier over there?? or did you all read and comment there already? xD)