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Bathroom Fun	By : Lanie12777 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN:
This is a little oneshot
dedicated to FaiNeko and his boyfriend, and FaiNeko also helped me
with a bit of this story so props to him for that. *He’s become
my muse recently.* This story idea came from him and I embellished on
it liberally, and his boyfriend was wanting a lemon so this is what I
came up with.

Bathroom
Fun

Naruto
sets his glass back on the table, a giggle suddenly escaping him. He
scowls slightly to himself, wondering where the hell that had come
from. His small moment of clarity was gone as fast as it came as he
catches sight of Itachi staring him down from his right where he sat
at the small table. Those hot eyes, so dark and seemingly depthless,
pull him in as Itachi slides slowly around on the restaurant booth
until he is next to Naruto.

Blue
eyes watch the dark-haired man move closer, eyes that were not quite
fully focused. Naruto just couldn’t hold his liquor; not even
three glasses of wine and he is tipsy as hell. Itachi had teased him
mercilessly about being such a lightweight. You’d think with
his high metabolism he’d burn the alcohol faster than it could
stay in his system, but it was quite the opposite. Not that he really
cared much; he doesn’t drink very often, and usually only a sip
or two at that.

So
nearly three glasses of a nice cabernet in under an hour and he was
having a very nice buzz. He’d always cursed his extremely low
alcohol tolerance, not that he could really think that logically at
the moment. No, his focus was on those desire-darkened eyes –
they always make him practically melt with their intensity –
belonging to his incredible sexy boyfriend whose hand is now resting
on his knee.

No
one in the restaurant was paying them much mind, everyone’s
attention more on the party going on. It was Naruto’s mother’s
birthday, and his parents and Itachi (because he’d been with
Itachi for years and the older man was considered family as well) had
all gone out to celebrate with a couple of friends. And while Naruto
wasn’t really a drinker, he has a weakness for red wine and was
taking advantage of the festive mood to indulge a bit.

Itachi
it seems was also taking advantage of the situation as it were, his
hand now sliding up from Naruto’s knee to his upper thigh.
Naruto blushes at the bold move, checking to make sure no one was
watching. Minato and Kushina were dancing together, and the few
guests with them were all watching the couple and paying no mind to
Naruto or Itachi. Luckily the tablecloth hung over the sides of the
table enough that it could conceal that pale hand slowly getting
closer and closer to his crotch area.

Glancing
behind him, Itachi eyes the door of a men’s room just off the
dining room. A devilish smirk curves his lips as he leans against
Naruto’s ear. “Come with me to the restroom.”

Naruto
gives him a blank look at first, not quite understanding why Itachi
wants to go to the bathroom. As the hand on his leg finally curls
over his groin, comprehension dawns on the blonde’s face as a
fiery blush steals across his cheeks.

“Itachi!”
he hisses, trying – and failing – to yank his boyfriend’s
hand off his crotch. “Someone might see!”

Itachi
just gives his familiar smirk. “That’s why I want you to
go to the restroom with me. I checked earlier, there’s a lock
on the door; no worries about someone walking in on us.”

Naruto
bites his lip, his eyes drooping at the pleasurable feel of Itachi’s
hand stroking his dick through his pants. All thoughts of someone
catching them vanish as he arches slightly into the touch,
closing his eyes and exhaling softly.
Itachi moves and kisses him on his ear, waiting for the response from
the blonde. Whether it was the alcohol or him being
adventurous for once, Naruto nods slowly and a
bit breathlessly. He pushes over that wicked hand one final time and
moves to stand with a small smile; he misses the victorious
leer Itachi sent him. This has been a kink of Itachi’s for a
long time: to have sex with Naruto in a public locale. Maybe a bit
tame compared to some people’s sex fantasies, but more than
enough to sate Itachi’s kinky side. For a while, anyway, until
he could make Naruto have phone sex with him.

Standing,
Naruto stumbles a bit because Itachi’s
hands always makes him feel a bit dizzy; he passes some people
as he makes a beeline for the bathroom, Itachi right behind
him. No one really pays any attention, and Itachi hopes it would be a
while before it was noticed the two were missing. He plans to savor
this experience.

They
brush past a few tables in the dimly-lit restaurant, ignoring the
curious or uninterested looks tossed their way, and stumble into the
small restroom. Glancing around almost absently, Naruto notes the
bathroom is immaculately clean and tidy, two stalls on the wall to
their right. A large white tiled counter with two sinks line the
opposite wall, a wall-length mirror hanging above. Dispensers for
soap and hand lotion are located to the right of each faucet above
the sinks. A lone brown leather antique chair sits along the wall
between the counter and stalls.

Itachi
gives a wicked grin as he shuts the door behind them, clicking the
lock to ensure no one would be interrupting them as he ushers Naruto
to the sink. He presses tightly against Naruto’s back, his arms
wrapping around the blonde’s waist as he nuzzles the side of
his tanned throat and gives him some small
kisses, brushing the hairs on the back of Naruto’s neck.
Naruto tilts his head back, a low moan escaping him as he feels
Itachi’s tongue lick a small patch of skin just below his ear.
He doesn’t pay much mind when those pale hands unbutton his
light blue shirt and spread the material to expose his warm skin.

Normally
Naruto wasn’t one for public trysts, but at the moment with his
mind clouded with desire and alcohol he just didn’t care. The
only thought on his mind is Itachi. Touching him, feeling him,
tasting him, making him feel wanted and sexy as
hell. He turns around and catches Itachi’s lips in a
deep kiss, his mouth opening at the pressure of the other man’s
tongue against his own lips.

Needing
no more encouragement, Itachi’s tongue plunges into the
sweetness of Naruto’s warm cavern, sweeping the interior
slowly, enjoying the way Naruto’s body
reacts to his touches. He licks the palate of Naruto, both caressing
their tongues with love; that familiar desperation starts to build
and Itachi feels the need to dominate the kiss completely.
Naruto mewls, his hands gripping Itachi’s shoulders as the
bigger man rocks his hips hard
and nice against his own while that wet muscle thoroughly
claims and tastes the blonde. Naruto feels the
world spin with all the sensations, he is so in the moment that he is
starting to rock his hips too, seeking for the pleasure to come.

Breaking
away from Naruto’s mouth, Itachi begins nipping down the
blonde’s throat and slowing their
movements; it is too soon to finish. Naruto throws his head
back panting with a really happy expression on
his face, drawing in some much-needed air as his head spins
crazily. Itachi’s hands slide over Naruto’s taut
backside, gripping the cheeks firmly and grinding Naruto’s
pelvis into his own and
staying like that, the bulge of his erection rubbing against
Naruto’s in just the best way. The
blonde groans loudly and grabs a fistful of midnight black hair as
Itachi lightly bites at the junction of Naruto’s neck and
shoulder; Itachi
hums because it feels nice when Naruto tugs at his hair like that.

Letting
go of Naruto’s hips, Itachi’s hands travel back up the
blonde’s body, pushing the opened shirt aside to reach bare
skin. His fingers run over the flat expanse of stomach, moving
through a thin trail of light blonde curls that start just below
Naruto’s bellybutton and lead down. A slight laugh escapes
Naruto as those fingers tickle a bit, causing Itachi to smirk into
Naruto’s skin as his digits continue their journey up the
younger man’s abdomen.

Naruto’s
breath hitches a little when those pale hands reach his chest. His
right nipple is tweaked, not hard enough to hurt but the jolt it
causes sends an answering reaction straight to his rock-hard cock.
Itachi knows just how to touch him, pinching his nipple just this
side of pain. Those skilled fingers drawing moan after moan out of
Naruto’s mouth as Itachi toys with the hard nubs, both hands in
play now as he draws back from the blonde’s neck to gaze
hungrily down at him.

Deciding
to give as good as he was getting, Naruto clumsily begins undoing the
buttons down Itachi’s shirt. He fumbles with a button every now
and then, his fingers clenching in response to the touches. But he
finally gets the shirt undone and was shoving it off the Uchiha’s
shoulders hurriedly, gaining a low chuckle from Itachi as the
movement made him lose contact briefly with Naruto’s body as
the shirt was removed completely and tossed on the counter by the
sink.

Belts
are unbuckled and dropped, neither caring too much in their urgency
to get the barrier of clothing removed as quickly as possible. The
twin sounds of zippers being undone echoes in the room, hands moving
hurriedly to get to bare skin. Naruto was spun around, facing the
large mirror hanging over the sink, getting a good view of Itachi
standing shirtless behind him, pants hanging low on his hips. Itachi
meets his gaze in the mirror and smirks as his arms drape around the
blonde’s torso. Naruto feels that gaze
burn him; he licks his lips slowly and closes his eyes to show Itachi
how much he is enjoying all the attention. When Itachi’s right
hand slides into the open waistband of Naruto’s trousers
he bites his lip and makes a sexy sound.
His hand burrows under the soft cotton of Naruto’s briefs until
it curls around the burning length it finds. Naruto arches into the
touch, back bowing into Itachi’s chest as his eyes flutter shut
and he tilts his head back, sighing with
delight.

Itachi’s
hand begins to slowly stroke up and down, his fingers curling around
the hot shaft, occasionally making a small
twist and pressing on the head, sucking
Naruto’s earlobe between his lips while
caressing his hipbone. His hand moves unhurriedly along the
silky flesh, feeling Naruto’s body quiver with each caress.

While
continuing his strokes on Naruto’s cock, he one-handedly eases
the blonde’s pants and briefs slowly down his hips until the
material is pooled around Naruto’s ankles. “Step out,”
Itachi whispers, licking the skin just under Naruto’s ear and
causing him to shiver pleasantly. Obeying, Naruto manages to toe his
shoes off before slipping his feet through his pants’ legs one
at a time, Itachi’s left arm latching around his waist the only
thing keeping him upright as he leans against Itachi in only his
white socks, Itachi’s hand never stopping its movements.

Feeling
Naruto’s body writhe at the pleasurable touch of his hand,
Itachi unwinds his arm from the blonde’s waist and reaches
forward to the lotion dispenser. He pumps a few globs of the slick
substance into his palm and coats his fingers thoroughly, then brings
his hand back towards Naruto. He releases Naruto’s dick,
earning a whine at the loss of contact.

Reaching
behind Naruto, Itachi lowers his hand and teasingly runs his
fingertips over Naruto’s entrance before pushing his finger
inside. Naruto gasps loudly and arches his hips, another moan
escaping as Itachi adds another finger and begins moving
them in and out to give him pleasure, and give Itachi a nice view of
his face in pure bliss.

His
body not needing more than a cursory prep, Naruto backs his hips into
Itachi’s in silent urging for
something bigger. Itachi smirks at his boyfriend’s
reflection when
those blue eyes open to demand for more; he guides himself to
Naruto’s entrance, keeping eye contact as he slowly slides past
the tight ring of muscle and sinks into the hot depths of Naruto’s
body. Naruto whines and arches, fingers tightly clenching the sink as
his whole body shudders in pleasure, his
eyes falling closed making the feeling more intense.

Itachi
bends to Naruto’s ear as he was enveloped in tight heat. “Keep
your eyes open, kitten,” he orders, his hands settling over
Naruto’s briefly where they grip the edge of the sink, Naruto’s
cheeks reddening even more with the endearment. His dark eyes meet
Naruto’s blue in the mirror, neither looking away as Itachi
begins moving inside the blonde.

Naruto
whimpers, biting his lip hard to keep from moaning loudly and having
someone overhear them. His hips buck back into Itachi’s, trying
to get the taller man to move faster. Itachi chuckles darkly and
slides his hands down to hold Naruto’s hips, causing the blonde
to grumble at the lack of movement and
his eyes to water from the intensity of the feeling as Itachi
holds him immobile.

“’Tachi!
Move, damn it!” Naruto was desperate for Itachi to move, his
legs trembling as they splay slightly apart to keep himself upright.
Itachi smiles lustfully at his reflection as he draws out slowly
before sliding back in just as leisurely. Naruto keens, Itachi’s
hands directing his every movement and keeping him from the faster
pace he was wanting.

Naruto
was panting with
his mouth open, begging for more, his eyes half-lidded as he
gazes at Itachi in the mirror. The slow speed was driving him crazy;
he closes his eyes momentary and gives a
soft grunt when he feels Itachi moving
just in the right direction, more
soft grunts escaping his clamped lips with every thrust
trying to feel, just feel it coming.
His knees suddenly buckle when a deep stroke grazes his prostate,
Itachi’s hold keeping him upright as his hands whiten under his
death grip on the sink. Naruto opens his eyes
again and sees Itachi with glassy eyes full of pleasure.

Eyeing
the chair by the wall, Itachi pries Naruto’s hands from the
counter and begins leading him back, his arms securely wrapped around
the blonde’s waist. He pulls free of Naruto, earning another
whine, and sits down on the chair once reaching it. He draws Naruto
down onto his lap, the younger man now facing him as he was
positioned over Itachi’s cock and lowered back onto it.

Naruto
arches his spine as he was filled again, his breath catching at the
sensation of Itachi once again deep inside him. His tan legs twine
around his lover’s waist, his feet resting on the back legs of
the chair as he wraps his arms around Itachi’s neck. Those pale
hands were once again on his hips, guiding him up and down in
powerful strokes as Naruto clings breathlessly to him.

Itachi
watches the expressions crossing his little blonde’s face,
loving each different look of passion and lust. And the way Naruto
was chewing his bottom lip to stifle the cries wanting to escape…
Itachi smirks; that just wouldn’t do. He wants to hear those
cries.

Itachi
speeds up his movements, pushing deeper. His cock continually hits
the small bundle of nerves, making Naruto rock his hips into Itachi’s
lap as his fingers tangle in midnight-hued hair. Blonde hair was
sticking up in wild disarray as Naruto’s head was thrown back.
Itachi watches in pleased satisfaction as low cries were finally
wrenched from his lover’s mouth.

Content
he’s finally gotten Naruto to make some noise, Itachi moves one
hand to begin stroking Naruto’s shaft in rhythm with his
movements, his lips curling up in pleasure and amusement as Naruto’s
voice rises in volume.

It
takes only a few pumps before Naruto all but yells out, his body
shuddering as he holds onto Itachi tightly while clenching around
Itachi’s cock. Spasms rock his body as he grips fistfuls of
Itachi’s long black hair, his legs tightening around his
lover’s waist before relaxing. Itachi gives a few more thrusts
before he lets out a low moan into Naruto’s neck as he releases
deep inside his blonde lover, his body stilling moments later.

They
sit entwined together for several minutes, trying to catch their
breath. Naruto’s head slumps down on Itachi’s shoulder,
his limbs feeling boneless as he fights not to fall asleep. Knowing
Naruto as well as he does, Itachi chuckles, jarring Naruto and
earning a disgruntled mumble and weak swat on his shoulder.

“We
need to clean up, your family is probably wondering where we’ve
gotten off to,” Itachi speaks up, laughter evident in his
voice. This had been better than he’d imagined, and he was
hoping to entice Naruto to do this again though he was fairly
confident of that not happening. It would only make this memory that
much more cherished.

He
sets Naruto on his feet, the blonde scowling at him in
a playful way as he goes to retrieve his discarded clothes, a
slow sway in his step from the sticky feeling. Itachi walks to
the paper towel dispenser, grabbing a handful of the slightly rough
paper and handing most of them to Naruto as Naruto hands over
Itachi’s shirt.

“Thanks,”
he mumbles, doing his best to wipe himself clean of the sticky mess
he had on his backside, stomach and inner thighs. He grimaces, not
enjoying the thought of having to sit in the car for twenty-odd
minutes until he could get home and take a shower. Itachi smirks at
the cute pout on Naruto’s face, already finished cleaning
himself off and zipping his slacks back up before slipping his shirt
on;
he knows better to give Naruto his space.

A
knock suddenly sounds on the door. “Excuse me, is everything
all right in there?” a woman’s voice asks.

“We’ll
be out in a few moments,” Itachi declares loudly, mouth
twitching as he notices the bright red flush on Naruto’s
cheeks. The blonde had cleaned up as best he could and was hurriedly
fixing his clothing, mumbling under his breath as he did so. Itachi
couldn’t catch what he was saying but was quite sure it wasn’t
anything good. He finishes putting his clothing back to rights and
helps Naruto straighten up, receiving a half-hearted glare as Naruto
realizes he’d attracted attention of the employees.

“I’ll
never be able to show my face here again! I can’t believe I let
you talk me into doing this…” his voice trails off as
his face turns even redder if possible. Itachi finds it incredibly
cute, pulling the smaller man into his arms and kissing those pouting
lips.

“It’s
not that bad. It’s not like they could really tell what we were
doing in here anyway. Now come on, your parents must be waiting for
us.” He takes a last glimpse in the mirror to make sure he is
presentable, then gently takes Naruto’s hand and unlocks the
bathroom door before leading the blonde back into the main dining
area.

Naruto
feels extremely self-conscious as he walks alongside Itachi. It
doesn’t help his nerves when he notices one of the female
servers gawk at them with a red face as they emerge from the
restroom; the young woman gives a weak smile before averting her
eyes. His embarrassment rises as he realizes she must be the employee
who’d knocked on the door.

He
notices the dark blush on his father’s cheeks as they near the
table they’d been seated at earlier. His mother is blushing,
not as much as his dad but still quite noticeable. His mom also has a
small smirk on her lips; her eyes are all but dancing in mirth as she
meets Naruto’s look.

“So,
did you two, ahem, have a good time in the bathroom?” Kushina
whispers in her son’s ear as he comes to stand beside her.
Naruto groans mentally, his face turning nearly as red as Minato’s.
Kushina laughs lightly, loving how flustered Naruto is. She always
did like teasing him; it was almost as fun as teasing Minato.

“You
heard us?” He is mortified to know his parents had heard his
cries while he was having sex.

“Sweetie,
the entire restaurant could hear you.”

Blue
eyes swept over the few patrons left in the restaurant as well as the
handful of staff, his cheeks boiling over as he met amused or equally
embarrassed looks. Naruto grabs his jacket and slips it on, all too
happy to see his parents are ready to leave. His left side is facing
his father, who happens to glance at his son and sees a large
discoloration on Naruto’s earlobe.

“Naruto,
what happened to your ear?”

“Huh?”

Kushina
moves to see what Minato is talking about and stifles a giggle. Her
husband was completely oblivious as he asks again what happened to
Naruto’s ear, not noticing Itachi smirking as he caught sight
of his ‘mark’. Naruto clamps his hand over his ear as he
mutters he’s fine to his dad, gesturing to his mother for them
to leave.

Realizing
that what he saw wasn’t a bruise from an injury but a hickey
(he could be purposefully obtuse at times when it came to his son’s
sex life), Minato fixes a steely stare on Itachi and opens his mouth
only to be stopped by a tug on his arm by Kushina. She gives him a
smile and begins pulling him out of the restaurant, Naruto and Itachi
following behind them.

As
they leave the restaurant’s parking lot, Minato and Kushina in
their car with Naruto riding with Itachi, Naruto vows to never step
foot in another restroom anywhere with Itachi again.
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