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You Know What They Say	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-You Know What They Say
- 1
Author's note: My plans of having several updates ready by now got dumped out of the window. My mum got injured last week and her surgery took longer than expected today; my laptop's being a piece of shit again and I basically couldn't concentrate much this week. I somehow managed to finish this old thing, so I guess it's something? I might have more updates ready this weekend, but at this point I don't dare to promise anything. Just know that none of my projects are dropped. I'm just having a really shitty time right now.
Warnings: Naruto's pov; AU; established slash; some angst; some explicit language
I hope you'll like this!
You Know What They Say
"Sasuke is going to break up with me."
His blunt announcement had his friend pausing and he delicately rested his chopsticks next to his plate before folding his hands together with a sigh. "All right, I know I'm going to regret this, but why do you think that?" Neji questioned; a hint of exasperation audible in his voice.
"He's been acting secretive as hell these past couple of weeks - "
"He always acts like that, that's nothing new."
"Not like this," Naruto insisted. "He barely looks at me anymore but when he does, he gets this weird look on his face that he's never had before!"
"He probably just realised how weird you are. Took him a really long time for someone so smart."
"Rude," Naruto huffed and threw his napkin at the other man. "No, I'm serious, Neji. He's been acting really off these past couple of weeks, working later than usual and when I ask how his day went, he just gives a vague answer. It's like he's avoiding me, we've barely spent any time together! We haven't even had sex in two weeks!"
He paused, frowning slightly and ignoring Neji's grimace, corrected himself, "Well, we did use hands earlier this week, but it's not the same as being fucked by him and I really miss having his – "
"Okay!" Neji interrupted him loudly; his grimace deepening. He wiped his napkin over his mouth as if to remove a bad taste and laid it back on the table with a sigh. "First of all, never give me that much information again, I really don't need to know that."
"Some best friend you are," Naruto sniffed, pushing his sushi from one side to the other.
"You want to discuss your sex life, you talk to Gaara or Ino, not to me," Neji said, pursing his lips. "Now, I don't know him as well as you do, but I've seen you two together enough times to know that he's not tired of you."
"Then how do you explain all that then?" Naruto asked frustrated, running his hand through his hair. "I know you think I'm exaggerating, but Neji, this isn't normal! He's never acted like this before!"
"Have you talked to him about it?" Neji quirked an eyebrow.
Naruto pressed his lips together. "He's not really the talkative type. I've asked him if something was bothering him several times now, but he claims nothing is bothering him."
"Well, there you have it. You're probably imagining it," Neji said in a voice that was probably meant to be reassuring, but which dropped the ball immensely.
When the blond man just sat there scowling at him, Neji heaved a huge sigh and shrugged, throwing his napkin back at him. "Look, I don't know what's going on in his head, but he doesn't strike me as the type to procrastinate."
Unlike some we know, was the unspoken thought and Naruto scowled harder.
"So if he wanted to break up with you, he would have done so already, don't you think so? He wouldn't string you along like this."
"I just – it's not like him to act like this," Naruto mumbled, sinking down lower in his seat. "I know how to read him, but this time I've got nothing and I don't know what to do."
"Stop worrying so much for one," Neji said calmly. "Try talking with him again, tell him how you noticed he's been acting off."
"But what if he does end up breaking up with me then?" Naruto asked anxiously, tearing his napkin into tiny shreds.
"Then he does that, you cry for a while and then get yourself back together and go on with your life," Neji said pragmatically.
He really shouldn't have expected anything else from Neji. He was a great friend, but rather shit at comforting.
Although in this case, he wondered whether anyone of his friends could actually comfort him. The uncomfortable flip of his stomach told him no.
From his place in the bed he watched Sasuke change into his pyjamas, folding his other clothes neatly and placing them on the chair. After placing a new tie on the pile because his previous one had been spilt on with tea, Sasuke stepped into the bed, sliding underneath the blanket with a deep sigh.
"Say, Sasuke?"
The dark haired man hummed, his eyes already closed.
"If there's," Naruto licked his lips; hands clenching tightly around the blanket, "if there was something wrong, you'd tell me, right?"
"Wrong in what way?" Sasuke asked after a pause. He shifted, opening his eyes just a smidgen.
The only light still on was the small lamp on Naruto's nightstand; the one shaped in a cute frog, casting a subtle greenish glow around, and making Sasuke roll his eyes every time he looked at it.
"I don't know … If you – if you ever got tired of everything …" he trailed off, unsure how to continue, not wanting to continue.
It was stupid, so stupid, this whole thing now. Usually he didn't have trouble talking; everyone in his friend circle and everyone of his family would gladly testify that it was more difficult to get him to shut up than to get him to start talking. Yet now, every word he could come up with remained stuck in his throat, unwilling to be pushed past his lips.
Because he didn't want to hear Sasuke's answer. Because he was afraid of what he would say, of what he would hear if the other man was pushed too far. They'd been best friends since they were in diapers, their mothers instantly bonding during their pregnancies, but he had never felt this gap between them before. It was invisible, Sasuke still lying next to him, arms touching, but it was tangible still; there in the way Sasuke kept working late, present in his vague answers, how he would go to sleep immediately lately instead of trying to fool around still.
Sasuke had never said no to fooling around, not even before days with important meetings. Touching each other was as naturally as breathing air to them, but lately it felt as if there was this tall wall between them, keeping Naruto from reaching out.
When had it become so difficult to just touch him? To just talk him, discover what was on his mind?
Fingers brushed across his cheek, startling him. He turned his head, staring at Sasuke, who stared back with half lidded eyes.
"There's nothing wrong," he said again, just like every other time Naruto had asked him in the past couple of weeks.
His fingers drifted down, over Naruto's chin, dipping over his throat, across his Adam's apple. They brushed over the hollow in his throat, tapped his collarbone before his hand came to rest across Naruto's stomach, above his shirt, underneath the blanket.
"Let's sleep," Sasuke murmured; eyes slipping close again.
"Yeah," Naruto whispered and somehow he managed to find the button on his lamp without disturbing Sasuke too much. He pressed it, a light tap, and their bedroom was doused in darkness; somewhere outside a car honked briefly.
Even with Sasuke right next to him, a part of him on him, Naruto couldn't shake that terrible feeling; that awful sensation of loneliness.
It was stupid, feeling like that. How could he feel lonely when Sasuke was right next to him?
Nothing's wrong, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. Nothing's wrong. Nothing is wrong.
The mantra did nothing to reassure him.
The next week went on in exactly the same way. They'd wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast. Share a kiss – no long one, not like they used to before, but a short one, fleeting, barely there – and Sasuke would leave first, dressed in a proper suit like usual; suitcase in his right hand, car keys in his left. Naruto would stand in the doorway, wait for the car to get off their driveway and then he would go back inside, finish up his own routine. Dishes quickly done, left behind in a rack to air dry. Check his bag, pull on his shoes, his jacket, go outside and lock the door. Grab his bike, ride all the way to the school and teach kids the whole day. Chat with colleagues during their breaks, listen to Ino bitch about Shikamaru being a lazy arse again and crashing on her couch instead of working things out with Temari.
Get a text from Gaara. Still up for getting together this Friday?
Text him yes, because it was always yes, they always got together on Friday for a couple of hours, unwind from their work week, enjoy each other's company while Sasuke finished up his own work. Still Gaara asked every week. Maybe it had become a habit by now, one born out of once existing desperation, the aching disbelief that nobody could really want to be his friend. Naruto had never joked about friendship, though. When he considered someone his friend, they were friends; nothing to joke about that.
Last ringing bell of the day, remind the students to hand in their homework on time, spare a wry smile because it wasn't as if he'd been such a perfect student either. Ride the bike back home, kick off his shoes, dump his bag against the wall and lie on the couch for a bit to unwind. Sometimes he would call his parents or they would call him and they would spent some time catching up with each other. Maybe make dinner plans for the weekend, mum huffing that he and Sasuke shouldn't be such strangers now even though they visited at least every two weeks if not nearly every week.
When the sun would sink down and the clock would reach six thirty, he would start on dinner unless Sasuke had indicated he had a late meeting. By a quarter past seven Sasuke would be home, more often than not escaping the drinks shared between colleagues at the end of the day. It helped that he was mainly his own boss, of course, and his employees knew better than to expect hanging out with him every evening and drinking beer.
Sasuke would enter the kitchen, greet him. Another fleeing kiss that barely touched the corner of his mouth now. They'd eat, Naruto would talk about his day, Sasuke would give a minimum of input, maybe complain about his brother if Itachi had aggravated him a bit too much.
Do the dishes, go to the living room, sit together and watch something. Sometimes Sasuke would read, but would keep his arm wrapped around Naruto, letting the man use him as some sort of support. Afterwards they'd wash up, brush their teeth, change into their pyjamas and go to bed.
And sleep. No hands fumbling underneath the covers, no waistbands being pushed down, dicks being touched or sucked off. No Sasuke rolling on top of him, teasing him with light kisses until Naruto whined in just the right way and then he would kiss him deeply, filthy depending on the mood. Fuck him until Naruto was nothing but a shivering mess if a hand job or a blowjob wasn't enough.
Now he laid next to him, one arm slung across Naruto's stomach, braced around his back, depending on whether Naruto was on his back or his side. Now their kisses were chaste, too light, and the only thing they did was sleep.
Stop worrying as Neji had told him would be a lot easier if Sasuke wasn't acting so off.
On Sunday Naruto was getting dangerously close to exploding. It didn't happen often, feeling like this, like he would explode in a thousand pieces if something wouldn't give. Last time might have been when he and Sasuke had started arguing about dorms of all things. He couldn't even remember anymore why they had started arguing about that, only that they had, and the mad silence between them had lingered for nearly a week until Naruto had become fed up with it.
Back then, though, he had had a reason to explode, to get mad. He had known why things were like they were between them. He had no damn clue now. He had ransacked his brain for days now, trying to remember if he'd done something wrong, if he'd did something that had offended Sasuke so much he had closed in on himself.
There was nothing he could think of, no argument they had had, no particular fight left to simmer instead of being talked out.
He couldn't think of anything which only made him more antsy, more worked up about what could possibly be bothering Sasuke. What it was that had the man so absentminded, keeping them from properly kissing and touching and just being with each other.
Naruto had even gone to Itachi on Thursday to figure out whether something was going on at their work, maybe a huge important merger that wasn't going smoothly; a contract they were about to close or not close. Nothing like that.
By all accounts, everything should be normal, but it clearly wasn't. It wasn't, because normal would have Sasuke greeting him with a firm kiss. Normal was Sasuke tugging him closer against him, kissing him again and again, his hands touching everywhere, like he couldn't get enough of him. Normal was Sasuke trying to read something on the couch and Naruto distracting him, their clothes left behind as a trail when they ultimately would end up in the bedroom.
This wasn't normal. Whatever this was, it was getting him worked up and not in the good kind of the way, the way that had black eyes burning and Sasuke trying to figure out just how far he could take Naruto, how far he could push him before he would completely fall over the edge.
When Sasuke walked into the kitchen, something in Naruto short circuited and he whirled around, gripping his sleeves tightly. "Look, if there's something," he started, but Sasuke was louder this time.
"I've tried to figure out a way how to properly do this, how to make this perfect and I can't fucking come up with anything that isn't a damn cliché!" he growled, pacing back and forth.
The non-sequitur – both verbally and non-verbally – had Naruto tongue tied, staring at him stupefied. Properly do this? Do what? What cliché? What was he missing?
"You deserve to have the perfect moment, but I can't come up with anything, no matter how hard I try," Sasuke said and abruptly stopped pacing. He wore a determined look when he strode over to Naruto, halting right in front of him; closer than he had been in some weeks. "So I'm going to just say it now and later on you can berate me for my lack of originality, okay?"
"Okay?" Naruto echoed, thoroughly mystified by now. He had no fucking clue what was going on, what had Sasuke looked so harried; his eyes shining in a peculiar way Naruto hadn't witnessed before.
They shone even brighter when Sasuke took something out of his pocket, opening his hand. Something glistening and small and round and golden with a thin strip of blue running alongside the band and holy shit …
"Naruto, I love you more than I ever thought was possible. Do you want to marry me?"
The question was so steadfast, straight to the point, not muddled in a long speech, but even so, Naruto could only stand there and gape, gape at the golden ring while Sasuke awaited the answer to his proposal.
His proposal.
Sasuke had just proposed to him.
Holy fuck.
"So you don't want to break up with me?" were the first words leaving Naruto's mouth, dumbfounded, even as something unfurled in his chest, something warm and bubbly, making his chest tight like he couldn't contain everything.
Sasuke drew back a bit, obviously bewildered. "Why the hell would I break up with you?"
"Well, you were a bit distant and we didn't really touch each other anymore and yeah," Naruto said lamely.
Lamely because in hindsight it had been pretty dumb to worry about that. Sasuke had never been one to mince his words, had never been the type to procrastinate. He definitely never had tried to spare someone's feelings. It should have been obvious that Sasuke wouldn't be breaking up with him, because if he had wanted that, he would have done so by now; he wouldn't have let them be in this weird limbo of doing nothing.
That wasn't Sasuke.
But Naruto's old insecurities had got the best of him, had clambered for attention, pointing out eagerly that of course Sasuke had come to his senses and wouldn't want to be with him anymore.
Insecurities he had thought he'd got rid of years ago, but which were obviously still lingering there, lurking in the back of his mind; ready to jump out when given even the slightest opening.
"I was trying to find the perfect way to propose!" Sasuke replied, shaking his head incredulously. "Maybe I got a bit too worked up about it, but I never once thought about breaking up with you, shit, why would I want that? I want to marry you, you dumbass, not break up with you!"
"Clearly," Naruto laughed, but there was something wet dripping down his cheeks, and oh, huh, those were apparently tears.
Tears which were gently wiped away by Sasuke's hand, the free one, while the other one still held out the ring to the blond.
"So I know this isn't exactly the most romantic way to propose, on a Sunday afternoon in a kitchen," Sasuke smiled and Naruto's stomach flipped, because god damn it, even years later he was still so goddamn weak for Sasuke's smiles; how could he have ever thought they would break up? "But do you want to marry me?"
"Hell yes!" Naruto exclaimed, his brain finally booting up decently now, and he barely waited for Sasuke to push the ring around his finger before he jumped up.
Sasuke's arms automatically shot out to grab him, hands grasping his arms, and Naruto laughed, clasping his arms around Sasuke's neck, kissing him hard. Again and again, Sasuke returning the kiss eagerly, sucking at his lower lip before nipping at it gently.
"Why'd you assume I was going to break up?" Sasuke murmured, pressing him against something hard, and when he lifted Naruto higher, he realised he was being pushed onto the kitchen counter.
"Because I'm an idiot, clearly," Naruto sighed, but got distracted by hands rucking up his sweater, baring his stomach.
"Clearly." Black eyes shone with laughter as they looked at him, before Sasuke caught his mouth in another deep kiss, leaving him panting. "Good thing I love you, idiotic side and everything."
"Yeah, good thing you do," Naruto sighed and wrapped his legs around his waist, tugging him closer.
Perhaps it was true what they said about assuming and all that crap. Naruto couldn't be particularly bothered thinking about it anymore, though. Not when he had hands tugging at his trousers and a mouth eagerly kissing his own.
They had a lot of catching up to do now.
And a proposal to celebrate.
The End
AN: Pretty sure this fic is already a few years old, but hey, at least I got around to finishing it finally. I hope it wasn't too bad! Now I'm off to bed and hopefully this weekend I can provide more.
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I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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