Stone Broke

 

Stone Broke

“Fuck you, you dickface! Not like he chose it, did he?”



Perhaps he was a little drunk, Naruto concluded, but it didn't help his anger. Yelling in the middle of Sasuke's apartment at Sasuke's friends wasn't something he'd normally be doing on a Friday night. Not that he hadn't fantasized about it a few times.



“It figures you'd be defending him,” Suigetsu sneered, though it wasn't as impressive as usual. He was drunk, too. “Where'd you meet him, on the corner you work together?”



“Of course not!”



The thing was, that was actually fairly accurate. Naruto had met Sai on the corner they both worked on – but they weren't in the same business. Naruto was just pumping gas at the gas station, while Sai – with a few others – was, well, working the corner.



But his hasty, emphatic answer was not winning him the argument.



“Why not? You've nothing against selling your ass, apparently, and you need money, don't you? Wouldn't it be easier than working two and a half crappy jobs?”



Suigetsu was making sense, and that was the part of arguing Naruto hated. He still thought he was right. They had met Sai on their way from the pizza place and Naruto said hi. Why wouldn't he? Sai was just someone he knew. He didn't expect – and maybe he should've – for Suigetsu to guess correctly what Sai did for a living and to keep saying horrible things about him for the rest of the night.



After the third drink, it wasn't good enough anymore to just tell him to shut up – yelling it felt much more satisfying.



“Shut up already, the both of you,” Sasuke cut in, and pushed the bottle of rum they were sharing across the table, where Naruto could reach it. “My neighbors will call the police.”



Naruto felt vaguely guilty for making trouble while he poured from the bottle into his glass. He really didn't have anything against rent boys and the likes. It was those people who drove around the neighborhood in their fancy cars and stopped by to take all the money Sai and his colleagues earned that he hated. If it was just sex and money, well, he didn't want to have sex with strangers, but then, he also didn't want to beg his landlady not to kick him out of his apartment again.



“I would,” he said into his glass. “I mean, maybe I should.”



That was initially met with silence. It was just Karin and Suigetsu at Sasuke's now, and Naruto. And everyone were silent when he let that thought escape.



Then, instead of a voice, a clank broke the silence. Naruto looked up just in time to see a two euro coin stopping the swirl it had been making on the table.



Confused, Naruto instinctively looked up at Sasuke. But Sasuke was looking at Suigetsu, lips tight and frowning, so Naruto shifted his focus.



“What? Do you think perhaps you're worth more?”



Naruto swallowed. He felt a bit humiliated, but mostly just... numb. Karin was saying something, apparently angry, but he couldn't understand the words, wasn't paying attention.



“Depends on what you're trying to buy, doesn't it?”



And again, his words were followed by silence. Naruto swallowed another mouthful of rum and looked boldly at Suigetsu. Calling your bluff, asshole, he thought.



It didn't work. Suigetsu simply leered. “Your business, your rates.”



Nothing to do but keep bluffing until Suigetsu backed off... or until he earned the fucking coin.



“Right.”



Naruto got up, feeling unstable. He hadn't drunk that much, but it didn't matter. Sasuke got up as well, and took him by the elbow, yanked him backwards, “What are you doing?”



“Not any of your business, is it?” Naruto snapped at him. He had been hoping, a little, that Sasuke would've added something to the argument earlier. He could argue much better than Naruto on stuff like morals and Sai's situation, but Sasuke was quiet on the subject. He didn't offer even the slightest help, and it hurt.



“So what, you're going to have sex with him?”



Naruto pulled his arm out of Sasuke's grip, “Not for two euros, I won't.”



Suigetsu was following him with his eyes as Naruto slowly walked around the table. He didn't seem like he would back down. Not even close.



So Naruto didn't stop when he reached his chair. He pushed the backrest until there was enough space and climbed right into Suigetsu's lap. There was still no sign of him backing out, so Naruto gave up the hope he'd avoid the next step. He licked his lips, because they were oddly dry, put Suigetsu’s face between his palms and pressed their mouths together.



He had just enough time to register that Suigetsu was panting like a dog under him and that he tasted like a peculiar brand of rum before there were hands around his waist, dragging him off and away.



It was a relief, really. He didn't much care for the way rum changed the taste.



“Get out,” Sasuke growled right next to his ear. Naruto wondered if he could maybe finish his glass before he went, but he couldn't move when he tried to reach it. So he looked around until he figured out that Sasuke was speaking to Suigetsu, who for once looked unfocused and bemused instead of smug.



“What? It was a joke.”



“He's drunk,” Sasuke said in that growl still.



Suigetsu licked his lips. Naruto thought about how he almost pushed his tongue into that mouth with some detached disgust and nearly missed him say, “So am I.”



“We're all drunk,” Karin said. “We should all go home.”



“I don't want to,” Suigetsu answered, lifting his hips to get the wallet from his pocket, eyes now firmly on Naruto. “How much do you want?”



Five million, Naruto opened his mouth to say but Sasuke let go of him and he lost his balance. He felt a lot more drunk than he had when the argument started. But the blur was lifting as he watched Sasuke literally throwing out Suigetsu as Karin followed.



He frowned, crossed his arms over his chest and waited until Sasuke closed the door with flourish and turned around.



“So what, when I want to spend time with your friends, I can't, even though you force me do it on a regular basis?”



Sasuke returned to his place at the table. “I don't even want to talk to you until you sober up.”



Naruto, determined not to let that happen any time soon, went to pick up his half-full glass and drink some of it. He pointed out, “You could have helped with the argument, you know.”



“I didn't want to,” Sasuke answered without missing a beat. “You shouldn't be spending time with people like that Sai guy anyway. Obviously.”



“Obviously?”



“Obviously.”



“Oh, piss off!”



Sasuke put his glass back on the table so suddenly the liquid splashed over and onto his hand. “Are you really that fucking drunk you don't realize you just whored yourself out for change?”



I didn't, was on Naruto's lips but it wasn't right. He did, didn't he. He did.



“That had nothing to do with Sai. It's that dick and his big fucking mouth. God, I hate him.”



“The dick whose lap you climbed into? The dick you...”



“It wasn't like that!” Naruto snapped, mostly because he didn't want to hear Sasuke talk about kissing. “It was – a challenge! I was calling his bluff!”



“He wasn't bluffing, you moron.” Naruto glared at his best friend across the table. Really, he got that part. “He's had a thing for you for ages.”



He laughed. “Sasuke, you always think people have a thing for me. They really don't, and that won't change.”



Sasuke didn't insist they did. He poured himself more rum instead. Half of it went down in one gulp and Naruto relaxed a little and sat back on his chair. In the silence between them, the traffic outside was resoundingly loud. It hadn't been a bad evening, before they saw Sai. He was finally getting used to these new friends of Sasuke's. Karin and him had a whole conversation and discovered their mothers were both from the same little town on the south.



“Would you have gone through with it?”



Sasuke's voice startled him and sent his stomach sinking. He hoped they wouldn't talk again about the – the thing just yet.



But Naruto took another mouthful of rum and thought about it. His rent was due. And he already had to give up internet this month, because he'd lost the job at the printing company. Quietly, he admitted, “Maybe.”



Not like Sai, not like that, on the street. But if he could earn the money he needed to remain living in the city, and not have to beg, ever again, he... Maybe, he would... He'd never given it a thought before, though. It could be one of those things that sound good while you're drunk and then just ridiculous when you're sober. But for the moment, Naruto felt like maybe, he would.



“Maybe,” he repeated, this time looking at Sasuke, and added silently, if that's what it takes to stay with you.



He got a slight nod in answer. Then Sasuke did the exact same thing Suigetsu had done earlier; he lifted his hips off the chair and took his wallet out of his pocket. There was no one to stop him from opening it, as Naruto was the only one there and he was busy staring. It didn't feel like deja vu. It felt like someone hit him on the head and then offered him chocolate.



Sasuke frowned at the content of his wallet, looking drunk for the first time that evening. He took a bundle of bills out, ordered by size. There was no telling how much money was there, but it was probably more than an average person earned in half a year. That Sasuke would have it, and on him, wasn't exactly a surprise.



“That's all I have,” he said, still frowning at the wallet like he'd been expecting it to produce more. But before Naruto could amuse himself wishing for a wallet that produces money, Sasuke caught his eye. “So if a kiss is two euros, what can this buy?”



“Don't know, a donkey?”



“Naruto.”



“I don't know,” Naruto said, looking away while telling such a lie. “I don't know what you want from me.”



He said maybe because he was pretty sure he was losing the apartment. He said maybe because it would mean selling sex to strangers. He said maybe because if Sai could do it, so could he. But that maybe was never supposed to give him what he wanted, only what he needed.



And this all just hurt.



“I want,” Sasuke said, thoughtfully. “I want what I always wanted, nothing more and nothing else.”



To completely and utterly humiliate me?



But that couldn't be true. They were friends. Sasuke said so himself. Many times.



That couldn't be true.



“You were ready enough to take money from Suigetsu.” That was just calling a bluff. Wasn't it? “But not from me?”



Sasuke's tone was disbelieving. Arrogance usually suited him better, or maybe Naruto just wasn't in the mood to enjoy the look of insecurity.



He swallowed another mouthful, and soldiered on.



“I thought you were joking.” Being cruel, that's what he thought Sasuke was doing.



“I'm not joking. Count the money. Tell me what you're willing to do for the amount.”



Naruto looked at the money. He didn't want it.



He looked back at Sasuke, who was watching him, expectant. What did he think he was doing? Why was he doing this? Because if Naruto actually stooped so low, he wanted to be there to witness it? Because of something else?



Did it matter?



No, it didn't. Their friendship would suffer forever for this night, no matter how it ended. So it was simple, actually, and Naruto smiled slowly, sadly, as he realized what he needed to do.



He took the bundle in his hands, looked at it. “I can't count right now. But it's fine. I'm sure there's enough here.”



“Enough for what?”



“Anything you want.” It felt good to say that. Because it was the truth. Sasuke could get whatever he wanted, he only needed to say it. “What do you want?”



They were still sitting, each on his own side of the table. Naruto stood up, and felt much more like himself as he walked around the table this time. It would cost him, what he was doing. But it would cost him anyway, so at least he could make something from it.



Sasuke shook his head when Naruto stopped next to his chair. “You can't think of anything?”



“No. I'm thinking of too many things at once.”



Good answer. Naruto smiled again. “Well, we'll figure it out. Surely you know what you want first, though?”



“Kiss me.”



Naruto hummed and thought about the first time he wanted to kiss Sasuke. It was a long time ago, and they were also drunk. And now he could.



He could.



Sasuke's breath smelled like rum too, when Naruto was close enough to feel it. It just made him want to close his eyes. But he kept them open as he pressed his mouth gently against Sasuke's, looking for a sign of repulsion. He couldn't find it, and when the moist and cool lips opened instantly under his, Naruto gave up and let his eyelids fall.



His head was spinning. He had to grab the chair behind Sasuke to keep himself upward. It was like someone had lit his brain – and his stomach – on fire. But it didn't quite work, he still couldn't keep himself from tipping over and so the kiss broke.



“You're too drunk to do this.”



That was probably true. But when Naruto looked back at Sasuke's flushed face and saw second thoughts there, it scared him. Drunk or not, this would probably be the only chance he ever got. He wouldn't blow it. He could keep his cool.



“No way. It was just an awkward position, that's all.” Naruto straightened his shoulders, hoping it would make him look collected. “What now?”



Sasuke took his time answering. It was exciting in a way, waiting and watching him. You could almost see when he'd reject an idea, the expression was the same one he'd have when he rejected Naruto's dinner choice, or a pair of socks. But there were no clues to what he'd do next.



Then he stood up, focus firmly on Naruto. One step is all it took to bring them practically chest to chest. Naruto grabbed the table behind him, his balance suddenly off again. He bravely held Sasuke's intense gaze, hardly daring to breathe as he waited.



“You're sure you want to do this?”



The sweet aroma of rum hit Naruto's face again and he could almost taste it. He gulped a large amount of scented air, thinking he'd sooner die than not do it. “Yes.”



“It makes you a whore. Should I treat you as one?”



“If you want,” Naruto managed, but he felt his face flushing.



“What if I want you to bend over that table and drop your pants?”



A heat coiled inside Naruto's stomach like a snake. He pressed his fingers into the wood of the table until it hurt, welcoming its steadiness, but a sound still escaped his mouth. It was more a groan than an, “Alright.”



Sasuke curved his lips in an uncharacteristic, droll smile. “You're keeping me waiting.”



The request felt cheaper than he'd expected, but that didn't make him want this any less. It was harder to turn around than Naruto expected, but they were standing too close. Trapped between the heavy kitchen table and Sasuke, he had to graze his sides against both while turning. His right thigh dug into the hard wood, but his left hip brushed against Sasuke's crotch and Naruto bit his lip so he wouldn't moan.



He shouldn't be so surprised Sasuke was turned on by this, Naruto thought while unbuttoning his jeans. It'd be wasting money and effort otherwise, both of which Sasuke never wasted. Not even drunk.



It was a little easier to think without the rum in his face, and Naruto took several deep, steadying breaths before pushing the jeans over his hips until they fell in a pool around his legs.



“Go on,” Sasuke urged him. He didn't step closer, but Naruto could still feel his body heat ooze and sink into his skin.



Quickly, to get it done with, Naruto pushed his underwear down. He couldn't bend over the table with exactly the same efficiency, because he was hyper-aware that Sasuke was watching his ass as he was doing it. It made him nervous... and fervent.



The wood wasn't the best possible thing to rub your cock against, but pressing alongside it still felt damn good at the moment. Naruto sighed in momentary relief before he felt Sasuke's hands grip his hips and pull him backwards.



Body taut in anticipation, Naruto waited. But the hands slid off his skin, leaving him colder and uneasy. He glanced back over his shoulder, half expecting the spell to end. “Are you going to...?”



“Whatever I wanted, you said,” Sasuke interrupted. His eyes were following the line of Naruto's hip and they stayed there as he added. “What I want, is for you to be quiet.”



“That's not what 'whatever you want' means,” Naruto protested. “It means, whatever kind of sex you want. You can't make me not talk if I don't want to.”



“Now it's too late to set the ground rules, Naruto. Perhaps you should keep in mind to take care of it sooner in future?”



“I'm not selling silence.” Even annoyed as he was, Naruto welcomed the touch when Sasuke put one of his hands back on him. The pressure urged him to bend lower, until he had to use his elbows to support himself in that position.



“No, you're selling sex. And I think that right now, I'm in the mood to watch.”



“What?”



“Spread your legs,” Sasuke instructed. His tone changed again. He was ordering now. “Wider.”



Naruto had to pull one of his legs free before he could comply. All of the sudden, his heart was beating three times faster and his ears were ringing.



“That's good,” Sasuke said quietly, his fingers trailing alongside the hem of Naruto's shirt. “You look good.”



Naruto dared a glance back. The hand retreated. Sasuke stepped away, turned his chair so he could sit down without taking his eyes off Naruto and nodded, like Naruto got the instructions already and was expected to do know what he should do. He took a glass from the table, almost completely full – Karin's, Naruto thought as their eyes met over the rim. He'd no idea what he was supposed to do.



Sasuke gave him another of those odd, droll smiles. “Take your cock in your hand. The right one, so I can watch.”



Naruto shifted his weight to his left elbow. The edge of the table cut into his skin, and he was more aware of that and the way Sasuke tilted his head than his other arm, which moved until he'd had his rock-hard dick firmly in his hand. Automatically, he started stroking, but it occurred to him somehow that he hadn't gotten instructions to do that. It took an effort to stop, especially with the way Sasuke's eyes seemed glued his hand.



“Now what?”



“Now, you bring yourself off. But I'm glad you've waited for instructions.”



He didn't sound glad, but Naruto decided not to dwell on it as he whipped off the precome that had gathered on the head of his cock with his thumb. He'd lick it off, just to see the expression on Sasuke's face, but the need to stroke himself, feel some friction alongside his shaft was more urgent. His movements were jerky, very inelegant. Naruto closed his eyes and tried to focus on adding the little twist of his wrist he enjoyed while on his own.



It was too much, so he slowed down. He still twisted his wrist, let his palm rub against the most sensitive part of his cock, on the inside, every time he pulled on the foreskin. It was millions of times better with Sasuke's eyes trained on him than it was on his own, so it wouldn't take more than a minute...



“Stop.”



Naruto groaned in disappointment. Stopping wasn’t easy.. He glanced at Sasuke, knowing there was a plea in his eyes and noted hazily that Sasuke was breathing almost as hard as he was.



“I saw you do that before, once.”



His words reached Naruto's syrup-thick mind after a few seconds, but he could only mumble, “What?”



“Don't move you hand,” Sasuke said sharply. Naruto nodded. He wasn't even aware he'd started moving it again. But if Sasuke instructed him now to remove it, he would... Well, he would probably just die. “I watched you jerk off before, I said.”



“When?”



“A few years ago. When you stayed the night after my birthday. I had to use the bathroom during the night, so I had to go through the living room. And there, instead of sleeping on my couch, you were humping it, with your ass bare. Quite a sight, that had been. I could never get it out of my head.”



It'd be so easy, to just pull once, twist his wrist and come. Naruto shook with effort not to do it, to keep his hand on his cock but not hard enough to ride over the edge. He was so caught up between that and remembering the night Sasuke had described, that he didn't even notice Sasuke reaching for him. The pressure on his shoulder wasn't hard, but Naruto went down with it anyway. It was easier to kneel than to keep standing, and the shifting took the edge off.



He opened his eyes. Sasuke was already back in his chair, but that wasn't that far. “Sorry about the couch.”



“Come closer.”



Naruto did. He was now kneeling right in front of Sasuke's chair, practically between his slightly parted legs, with his cock still in his hand.



“Now,” Sasuke leaned forward to say the next part nuzzling Naruto's cheek a little. “Bring yourself off.”



Not needing to be told twice, Naruto moved his hand. It took five strokes – or maybe three – and he was coming and coming. Shivering from the aftershocks, Naruto opened his eyes, feeling rather like a boneless heap. At some point, he'd grabbed Sasuke's shirt, and was still holding it tightly in his fist, keeping him close.



“Sorry,” he mumbled into Sasuke's hair and let go.



“It's fine.” The smoothness was gone from his voice, though, and now Sasuke sounded just as ragged as Naruto felt. He leaned back in his chair and looked down at Naruto with eyes dark and laden.



Trying not to sound too eager, Naruto asked, “Shouldn't I be doing something for you?”



“In a minute.”



But Naruto was naked and covered with his own come. Alcohol wasn't clouding his mind any longer. He was about to speak again when Sasuke softly instructed, “Closer.”



There wasn't much space left between them, so edging closer meant pressing his chest against Sasuke's thigh. With a little help, Naruto ended up over his thigh, though, almost like a little child about to get spanked.



Oh, God. Sasuke wouldn't really do that? Right?



“Sasuke?” he asked. His voice was squeaky. “What are you doing?”



“What I want. As we agreed.”



That wasn't reassuring. Naruto's body started stiffening again, and in all the wrong parts. He argued, desperately, “But I never said you could do something without informing me first.”



Fingers pressed along his spine, heading lower. “You never said I couldn't, either. Again, next time around, make sure your client knows your rules before you conclude business.”



“Well, don't you sound experienced at this.” The fingers stopped, hot and still against Naruto's lower back.



“It's just common sense,” Sasuke snapped. “We're moving to the bedroom, get up.”



Naruto eagerly got up on his feet, glad to be out of that position. It was... well, humiliating to be spread over someone's lap like that. His face was burning as he walked into the bedroom he knew fairly well. Sasuke didn't bother with the light switch, but he did say, “Leave the door open.”



Feeling a little awkward and embarrassed, Naruto stopped by the bed. He watched Sasuke go to the drawer in the night stand and take a bottle out. Realizing what that was, he snapped his eyes away. The bed was perfectly made, like a professional had done it. Naruto bit his lips and followed the blue and gray stripes with his eyes.



“On the bed. All fours.”



Naruto climbed onto the bed instantly, relieved. It sounded like a fairly straightforward request.



Sasuke climbed on right behind him, not wasting a second. He pushed Naruto's legs farther apart. It sent a fresh wave of heat through Naruto's groin, unexpectedly sharp so soon after the intense orgasm he'd just had in the living room. He gasped, and that was all he had the time to do before he felt Sasuke's hands spreading his ass cheeks.



“Second thoughts?” Sasuke asked. Naruto would have answered no, of course, but he was gasping for breath because right after speaking, Sasuke proceeded to swipe his tongue over his asshole. The hot, wet and firm lick had him wheezing like he was having an asthma attack.



“How – how the fuck is that a fair question now?”



“I didn't want you to say you had them.”



“Then why ask at all?” Naruto wondered. He was almost fully hard again and desperate to push backwards until he got wet and hot again.



“Moral obligation.”



Naruto laughed, shakily. “No second thoughts. Get on with it.”



The tongue didn't return, but there was a finger pushing inside him. Thumb, judging by the amount of discomfort it caused.



“Lube,” he demanded.



“What if what I want doesn't include it?”



Naruto looked back. Sasuke had gotten rid of his clothes. When the hell had that happened? His face was unclear because the light from the hallway was coming from behind him, but Naruto glared in that direction anyway.



“Fine,” he barked.



Sasuke withdrew his finger. It burned. “It could happen. It's the least of the things that could happen.”



Sighing, Naruto turned to face forward and buried his forehead between his hands. “Can't you let me forget about that for a moment and just – fuck me?”



He didn't mean for the last part to come out as a plea, but there you go. He thought he knew what Sasuke was doing now. Or what he was trying to do, anyway. Maybe it was because he was so drunk that he ever thought it was about buying sex from Naruto. It wasn't. Sasuke meant to show him it was a harsh gig, selling your body, only he couldn't quite go through all the cruel things he planned.



As interventions went, this was a very interesting one. Naruto smiled.



When Sasuke's finger returned, it was slick and cool. Keeping it as deep inside Naruto's body as it could go, Sasuke leaned over and brushed his lips over his shoulder. His mouth was so hot it was like he was trying to leave a burn mark. The finger inside him twisted, causing Naruto to gasp when it finally hit the right angle.



“Tell me you won't really do it.”



“If you promise to keep doing that forever.” Naruto managed. The finger stilled. He wiggled his hips, but it was useless. “Of course I won't, you ass. Though I don't know what I'm gonna do, because by this time next week, I'll be out on the street.”



“You're so stupid,” Sasuke said. He sounded fond. More importantly, the finger started twisting again, curling and stretching with the familiar, pleasant ache. Sasuke leaned against him, enough to free his other hand. It brushed Naruto's hip and his uneven breath hitched even before the hand reached his straining cock. He now knew exactly how to twist his finger to make Naruto see white spots and in combination with the friction on his shaft, Naruto was lightheaded and soaring.



“Do you even plan on letting me do anything for you tonight?” he had to ask between pants.



“Yes,” Sasuke promised. His hand was squeezing too tightly around Naruto's cock, sleek and warm and unsteady, and it was with a mild shock that Naruto realized just how close he was to having an orgasm again.



“Now, please.”



For once, Sasuke moved to obey without a fuss. Naruto hazily wondered if he could add that little groan to his voice when he asked for breakfast in the morning. He brushed once again against Naruto's prostate before removing his finger completely.



While Naruto was focusing with all his might not to come too soon as Sasuke finally pushed into him, a strained murmur came from above him, “You were always meant to live with me here.”



“What?”



Sasuke settled inside, the both of them just breathing for a minute before he added, “Thus, the two bedroom apartment.”



“You never said.”



“You were so proud when you got a place of your own. When was I supposed to ask?”



It was the truth that Naruto hadn't consulted anyone before making a hasty decision to follow Sasuke to the city. He was sick and tired of their town and staying near his best friend was both a good reason and excellent excuse to move out of it.



It wasn't a very good moment to think about that right now, though.



“You can move now,” he said. Sasuke took him up on it.



For all the foreplay and preparation, it didn't last long and it was a blur anyway. Sasuke kept a steady rhythm and Naruto barely had to touch himself to come again. He missed when Sasuke followed suit, and then they were just laying on the bed, not joined any longer but still entangled.



The exhaustion and alcohol took over and Naruto fell asleep before remembering to wonder if he should.

 

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A/N: I wrote this... in April? Or so. It took me a while to figure out this new... system. ^^'