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Sorry
about the late-ness of my update. :( I thought I would have sooooo much time
this summer, but I’ve been getting my butt kicked. I’ve been doing a lot with
my book Ronny Cohen. I called the
publishing agency the other day, and I’ve been getting it set up so I can get
it published. And then I’m going on a cruise with my boyfriend in July…so,
basically, I’m down a lot of monies, and I’ve been busy trying to get out of
the negative end of the cash pool. But—but—but…when Ronny Cohen comes out (ha! no pun intended!), you guys should buy
it and support a broke author. :) Or…don’t…and just review this fic, and I’ll
be just as happy. :)
Lots
and lots of thanks to those who reviewed between last chapter and this chapter (as
well as all previous reviewers)! Thanks to hisoka kurosaki (Happy early
birthday!), SamuraiSaaya, Midnight Essence, ShadowOfARealm, XxYaoiLoverForeverxX
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Lover, natsukileeRKOlover (I keep forgetting about Gaara’s beautiful, beautiful
piercing until I’m reminded by a note I wrote to myself (I’m very forgetful so
I have lots and lots of notes about where I’m going with this story and what I’ve
written, haha) or when I read your review…and then I just have this moment
where I’m like, “Thank God I wrote that in…”), Alicefreak, UchihaArisa, blah,
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Thanks
for reading! I love you so much! And…as all of you wished…the phone sex has
been brought!
Chapter 15: Just
a Phone Call Away
Sasuke would be coming home in less than
a week, but Naruto still wasn’t getting much sleep. He realized he needed to
figure out a system. Sasuke was only gone for two weeks this time as they
filmed relatively minor scenes. What would happen when they started cranking out
the major scenes? Sasuke could be gone for months at a time! …Or would he?
Naruto, in all honesty, didn’t know a thing about the filming business. And
what about Sasuke’s modeling? Would he still be doing both?
Sasuke didn’t like talking about his
career, so Naruto had never pushed him into talking about it. However, now that
his curiosity had been piqued, he needed some answers.
Naruto was working by himself at the
bookstore. He glanced around, but the only customers were in the manga section
reading and weren’t paying attention to him. He opened Google Chrome on the
computer and went to Wikipedia. He typed in “acting” and was surprised to find
a relatively short article. He clicked “actor.” Bored with all the words, he
scrolled down to the “See also” section. After several minutes of more clicking
and less reading, he realized he had somehow gotten from “acting” all the way
to “Pale Kangaroo Mouse,” which was apparently a species of rodent in the
Heteromyidae family.
The manga reader stood up and walked
over to the register with a pile of books. Naruto minimized Wikipedia and
checked her out. When she left, Naruto maximized the page and, wondering why he
had never thought of this before, typed “Uchiha Sasuke” into the browser. His
jaw dropped at the longevity of the article, and set about reading. The article
detailed Sasuke’s modeling career as well as his sudden popularity in the movie
world.
“EEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH????????????”
Several people in the bookstore jumped,
including Naruto. The blond blushed, scratching the back of his head
embarrassedly. “Gomen, gomen, gomen!” When their eyes turned away, Naruto
stared at the screen again, wondering if he had misread something. When the
words remained the same, he nervously clicked the hyperlink of his name.
Most of the article detailed the
interview he had had at Sakura TV what seemed like years ago, but there was a
section depicting the false accusations of the article in Hiroto’s Progress.
None of that seemed to matter, however. His eyes were locked on the pictures
they chose for the article. A few of them had never been released to the
public, making him hope someone from the magazine company had written his
article and that he didn’t suddenly have a stalker fanbase.
He scrolled down to the bottom of the
page, and his heart stopped at the last sentence: “Uzumaki Naruto is Uchiha
Sasuke’s boyfriend.” Naruto jumped up from his chair and started dancing around
the bookstore, grabbing innocent people as he passed and spinning with them.
After several minutes, he calmed down and made his way back to his place behind
the register. However, he saw the sentence again, and the whole process started
over.
Kimimaro walked into the shop about
fifteen minutes later and watched bemusedly as Naruto tried to get someone to
teach him how to waltz. Wondering why Iruka ever scheduled Naruto to work alone
in the shop, he made his way to the back room to drop off his coat and make a
cup of coffee. He hadn’t slept well the night before. Several bone spurs had
appeared along his collarbone and hurt so much he couldn’t get to sleep.
The white-haired Kimimaro flipped open
his cell phone and pulled up his calendar. It had been awhile since he had last
been to the doctor, but he wouldn’t be able to go again at least until another
paycheck.
The door to the back room opened, and
Kimimaro jumped. He flipped his phone closed in his surprise, but the plastic
hit his fingertip where apparently another bone spur was growing. He gasped in
pain as the spur broke off, slid past the new cut on his finger, and out onto
the floor.
“Neat trick,” drawled Gaara from the
doorway. “Let’s get you to the hospital. My treat.”
“I—I don’t have the money,” Kimimaro
gasped, clutching his finger to his chest.
Gaara shrugged. “If we go through the
E.R., we don’t have to pay.”
“…I don’t think it works like that…”
Naruto watched the pair leaving the
shop. “Hey! Kimimaro! When did you come in? I didn’t even see you…”
“Just—got…here,” he managed past the
pain.
“I’m taking him to the hospital, baka,”
Gaara called over his shoulder. “If you need extra help, call Iruka to come in
because we’ll both be out of commission.”
“Haaaaaaaaiiiiiiii!!!!!!!” Naruto called
back. “And thanks again, Gaara, for bringing back my shirt!” It was growing
closer to the usual afternoon traffic hour, and since he hadn’t seen Iruka in a
while, he decided to give the shop owner slash teacher a call.
Once the pair had arrived at the
hospital, Gaara led Kimimaro through the main entrance as opposed to the
emergency room. He made Kimimaro sit in the waiting room while he talked to the
nurses behind the front desk. Barely a minute later, Gaara was leading Kimimaro
down the hallway and into a side room.
Once the door had closed behind them,
Kimimaro grabbed Gaara’s arm. “I told you, I don’t have the money to pay for
this right now! And if I go to the same hospital twice in one month with the
same condition…Gaara, they’ll want to study me! I know you don’t understand,
but, please…let’s just…go.”
Gaara shook his head. “Relax. I
understand. You have no idea how much shit and testing I was put through with
my chronic, acute insomnia. I took all of that into consideration when I picked
out this place. You will never have to pay, and there will never be a record of
your existence in this place.”
“But how can that be—”
The door to the room opened, and a man
with nearly the same shade of hair as Gaara entered the relatively small area.
Gaara scowled at the man, and refused to look at or speak to him while he was
in the room. The doctor, for the most part, ignored Gaara as well, sticking to
questioning Kimimaro about his condition and inspecting where the bone spurs
were poking through the skin.
“Wait here. I’ll prep a room for
surgery,” the doctor mumbled before leaving the room.
“Surgery!” Kimimaro shouted, jumping up in
surprise. “Gaara, I can’t get surgery! I definitely don’t have the money!”
Gaara waved his hand. “Relax. The doctor
knows what he’s doing…for the most part. He’s my father.” Gaara’s mouth
wrinkled at the word. “At least in the biological sense,” he corrected. “I
haven’t lived with him since my older brother Kankuro pulled together enough
money to get us out of that hell hole and into an apartment.”
By the time Naruto went home, Kimimaro
had already been released from the hospital. After checking to make sure Sora
had food and water and that her litter box was clean, the blond collapsed in
his bed, having been at work from open until seven. Wondering vaguely if
Kimimaro was all right and what had happened in that short time he was in the
back room with Gaara, he closed his eyes and was immediately asleep.
Naruto woke up around nine-thirty that
evening absolutely starving. He had been dreaming, but he couldn’t remember
what it was about. Realizing he hadn’t eaten since lunch time, he forgave his
stomach for its ridiculously loud growling and pulled some leftovers from his
fridge. After heating some spaghetti in the microwave, he took his plate in
front of the television. He finished his meal, placed his dishes in the sink,
brushed his teeth, and once more collapsed into his bed, the television still
on in the other room.
He awoke the next morning around nine to
Sora leaping onto his bed and laying on his face. He lifted the kitting up.
“Sora…!” he groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “I know I’ve been busy with
work and haven’t seen you lately…but you don’t have to sleep on my face.”
He checked his calendar to see what day
it was and was relieved he wasn’t scheduled to work. He supposed it would be
Gaara and Iruka in the shop today—perhaps even the whole day.
“Iruka really needs to hire some more
workers,” Naruto told Sora before putting her back down on the floor. “But now
I have the whole day to spend with you, Soraaaa!”
The grey kitten stared at him for a
moment before turning around and walking out of the room.
“Well, damn, Gina,” Naruto pouted. “Way
to treat me like I’m worth nothin’.”
He followed Sora out into the living
room, intending to make himself some breakfast. He noticed that his television
was off and that the remote was on the coffee table. “I—I don’t remember
turning that off last night,” he mumbled, his face blanching. “S—Sora… Please
tell me you know how to turn off a television…”
Sora meowed in response.
Naruto heard something clink in the
kitchen. He swallowed before tiptoeing into the adjacent room. Peeking around
the corner, he sighed in relief when he noticed a familiar face. “Good God,
Haku. You scared the bejeezus outta me. Next time, leave a note or something.”
Haku turned to face Naruto. He was
wearing a pink apron and holding a spatula in one hand and a bottle of syrup in
the other. “I made you breakfast, Naru-kun!”
“Thanks, Haku.”
Whenever Haku showed up by himself at
Naruto’s apartment and made breakfast, it was usually a pretty big clue that
something was wrong. The first time he showed up was when Haku’s birth parents
arrived out of nowhere to take him away from his adopted parents. Haku ended up
staying nearly four days…until the cops finally tracked him down and threatened
to arrest Naruto if Haku didn’t come quietly. Before Naruto had a place to
himself and Haku was having a problem, he would follow Naruto around at school
(which was usually problematic, seeing as how Haku was a grade older than the
blond.)
Naruto began eating the chocolate chip
pancakes Haku set out for him. Not being the best cook in the world, pancakes
were an advanced culinary task for Haku. Haku nervously stirred his pancakes
around in the syrup, so lost in thought that he jumped every time Sora brushed
against his leg. When Naruto finished his stack of pancakes, he took his and
Haku’s plates to the sink before sitting back down and waiting for Haku to
start talking.
After nearly forty minutes of silence,
Haku finally spoke. “Zabuza wants me to move in with him.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know…” Haku shook his
head so that the hair he hadn’t pulled back brushed across his face. “I love
Zabuza, and I really do want to live with him… It’s just…”
After another ten minutes of silence,
Naruto decided Haku needed a prompt. “Is it your parents?”
Haku shook his head again. “No, this
isn’t even about my parents. But…I’m going to college next semester, on a
scholarship, so it’s not even about paying for college. But…Zabuza… He’s been
working for so long. He was working part-time all through high school, and he
was working full-time right after graduation. And when I met him…he kept
working. And I was working. And we have all this money…”
After more silence, Naruto stood up and
made some hot green tea for the both of them. Haku slid his cup back and forth
between his hands, only picking it up sporadically to take small sips.
“Naruto… I’m worried about Zabuza. I’ve
told him he should go back to working part-time so he could go to
college—community college at the least! But he always says that he’s never had
any desire to go to college. He says that the job he has now pays him well
enough. But…Naruto… He works so late…”
It was then that Naruto realized he
didn’t actually know where Zabuza
worked. He couldn’t imagine him as a waiter or anything in customer service…
“Haku… What is it that Zabuza does exactly?”
Haku picked up his tea and emptied the
whole cup in one loud gulp. “He makes deliveries.” Well, that didn’t sound too
bad. “To yakuza members.”
Oh. Yeah, that would fall under the
category of “bad.”
“Isn’t that…really dangerous?”
Haku turned to him, his eyes on the
verge of overflowing with tears. But he held them back. As he always did.
“Naruto, I’m so scared! Every time he leaves, I’m always sure he’ll never come
home again! He says it’s not dangerous at all, and he says that even if
something does happen, he can take care of himself!”
“Have you told him how worried he makes
you?”
“Time and time again!” Haku sounded like
he was pleading, but Naruto couldn’t figure out with whom. “But, Naruto—! Even
if he did want to quit, he can’t! He can’t back out now, not when he’s in this
far! He says his whole family is really high up, but he can’t tell me any more.
He says he won’t tell me, because if I ever want to leave, he doesn’t want me
to be in any sort of danger. But, God—Naruto!”
Naruto waited a few seconds to see if
Haku was finished, and Haku opened his mouth to say more.
“Naruto… He wants to move in with me.
But if he’s involved with yakuza…” His voice trailed off, and he froze, staring
off into space. A smile passed across his mouth but reached no other part of
his face, his eyes remaining icy and emotionless. “But… I love him, Naruto. You
can understand that, right? You love Sasuke, right? And…I would follow Zabuza
to the depths of Hell and back. Where he goes, I go.”
Naruto watched sadly and Haku stood up
and left the apartment. He knew he would be safe, especially if he were with
Zabuza, but still… Knowing that someone would be safe and waiting for them to
return were two different things.
-
Sasuke returned to the hotel that night
completely exhausted. Not only had he been swamped
that day with back-to-back filming, but most of the scenes involved him
running. The moment the door had closed behind him, he peeled off his clothes
and hopped into the shower. Once he had finished, he merely towel dried his
hair and wrapped another towel around his waist. He flopped on his bed and
jumped when he heard his cell phone ring.
“Moshi moshi…”
“SASUKE!”
Sasuke held the phone away from his ear
until it stopped ringing. “What do you want, dobe?” His words were mocking, but
he couldn’t keep the smile from his voice or face.
“Sasuke! I love you!”
Sasuke laughed. How could Naruto be so
sporadic and jovial? It would make any normal person exhausted. “I love you,
too, Naruto. Is that all you called to say?”
“That, and…I miss youuuuu……………”
“I miss you, too.”
Naruto jumped up and down around his
apartment. Ever since Haku had left that morning, he had felt antsy. He went
out and went shopping for a good part of the day, spending most of his time in
the shop where Temari worked part-time. By the time he had gotten him, he really needed to hear Sasuke’s voice.
“Ne! Ne! Sasuke, how was your day?”
“It was good, I guess. We got a lot of
filming done.”
“That’s good. …………………I miss youuuuu………”
Sasuke shook his head, bemused. He would
be back in Konoha very soon, but Naruto was acting like they would be apart for
another year. Then again, he felt the same way Naruto did; he was very anxious
to get back to his blond Adonis.
“So what are you up to?” Naruto asked. “How
was filming?”
Sasuke exhaled deeply. “Same as always,
I guess. Lots of boring filming. I ran a lot, but it didn’t make any sense
because most of the background will be CGI’d in later. I just felt like an
idiot pretending to jump out of the way of nothing. And today was Kakashi’s day
off, too, so I didn’t even really have anyone to talk to. What did you do
today?”
Naruto had been wandering around his
apartment but finally stopped in his bedroom. Sora was trying to sleep in her
bed in the living room and was giving him a glare every time he paced past her.
He flopped down on his bed and yawned. “I had today off. Haku came by this
morning, and we had breakfast. He had Zabuza were going through a rough patch,
but I think he figured it out. I’m really worried about him, though.”
“But Zabuza’s there to watch out for
him, right?”
“Yeah… If it were anyone else, I think I
would have held him hostage in my apartment. But Zabuza…Zabuza would die for
Haku without a second thought.”
Sasuke realized he felt the exact same
way about Naruto. Without a moment’s hesitation, he would sacrifice his own
life for the energetic blond.
“I saw Temari today, too,” Naruto
continued after a brief pause. “She asked how you were doing and invited us
over to her apartment for dinner when you get back. She wants to know what your
favorite foods are.”
“Oh. Well…I really like Greek food, I
guess. But I’m not adverse to seafood or traditional Japanese food.”
“Greek food, huh? I’ve never heard that
as anyone’s preference. But, Temari’s an excellent cook. I’m sure she can
handle it. I’ll pass along the memo.”
There was an awkward moment of silence
between the two of them. Sasuke wasn’t used to having long conversations, and
Naruto couldn’t think of anything else to say besides “I love you” and “I miss
you.” Naruto’s thoughts drifted to what Gaara had mentioned a few days before.
He took a deep breath and decided to do something he wouldn’t have ever
imagined doing before.
“Sasuke…”
Sasuke jumped a little at the sudden
change in Naruto’s tone of voice. He felt his heart beat a little faster, and
he couldn’t help but think of Kakashi’s words. But—how coincidental would it be
for Naruto to be doing exactly what Kakashi had mentioned…?
“Sasuke… I really miss you… I miss the softness of your hair. I miss the deep
color of your eyes. I miss the feel of your skin against mine.” Naruto
swallowed, not really sure how he was supposed to continue this. He decided
just to do what felt natural and that he would stop if it felt too weird or if
Sasuke said something. “I miss sliding my hand down your chest, and how your
muscles stiffen as I brush over where you’re ticklish. I miss the feel of your
jeans…and slowly undoing the buttons and pulling down the zipper…”
Sasuke looked down at himself and
smirked. “Sorry, dobe. I’m not wearing jeans right now. I’m just in a towel.”
Having an inclination where Naruto was going with this and wondering if the
blond had any experience in this field, he decided to help him out a little. “What
would you do if I were just in a towel, then?”
Naruto felt his breath catch in the back
of his throat as he imagined Sasuke standing before him, a towel wrapped
haphazardly around his hips. His eyes wracked imagined-Sasuke’s body and
followed the thin line of black hair from the belly button down to the
beginning of the towel. “I—I would”—he cleared his throat and tried again to
remove the stutter—“I would run my hands over your naked torso before resting them
on the sides of your hips and kissing you.”
Sasuke smirked as Little Sasuke began
waking up. “Would you, hmm? Well, that’s not fair, me being in a towel. What
are you wearing?”
Naruto looked down. “A pair of jeans.”
“Anything else?”
Naruto blushed. When he had gotten back
from his shopping excursion, he had taken a quick shower and had been a little
lazy with what he put back on. “Ah… No. Just—just jeans.”
“…No underwear? My, what a naughty
little Naru-kun you are.”
Naruto was blushing furiously, not sure
what to say or where to continue. Luckily, Sasuke picked back up.
“In that case… I’d move from kissing
your lips to kissing your neck. As you make those cute noises you always make
when I kiss your neck, I’d move my left hand up your body and begin playing
with your nipple. Ano… Can you feel me touching you? Can you feel as my teeth
graze your skin and how my fingers pinch lightly?”
Naruto realized he had been running his
hand over his body and had been touching himself as he imagined Sasuke to be
touching him. “H—Hai…”
Sasuke smirked. He was interested in how
Naruto would take control of the phone sex and decided to give him control
back. “I would roll on my back and pull you on top of me. I would return to
kissing your lips, slipping my tongue inside your mouth, content just to kiss
you. One hand is on the side of your face, and the other is on your side. …Naru-kun,
where are your hands?”
“I—I…” He tried to imagine what he would
do if real Sasuke were there and suddenly found things to be easier. “I would
slide my hand down your torso and pull the towel away from your body. You would
lift your hips a little so I could toss it aside. I would then wrap my hand
softly around your cock and begin stroking slowly. Up…then down…then back up…and
down.”
In the hotel room, Sasuke had tossed
aside the towel and was using his hand to mimic Naruto’s words. He felt a small
gasp escape as he imagined his own hand to be Naruto’s.
“I would slide my hand back a little and
massage your balls before going back to your cock. It’d be leaking precum, and
I’d use it to lubricate my motions. I’d then kiss down your body until my mouth
was hovering over your cock. I’d lick the tip before sliding down and taking
all of you in my mouth. I’d let my tongue lick your cock as my lips slid up and
down.”
Sasuke moaned and thrashed about in the
bed as his hand began rubbing his cock faster and faster—
“Sasuke?”
Sasuke stopped his hand when he heard
Naruto’s change of voice. “What is it, Naruto?”
“Sasuke, don’t cum yet. I can hear how
your moans are getting louder, and that means you’re about to cum. I don’t want
you to yet.”
Sasuke was shocked. He had no idea the
small noises he was making would change every time he grew closer to ejaculation.
He shook his head to get his thoughts back in order. “A—All right… Then, I’d
grab you and flip you onto your back before taking off your jeans. Your cock
would spring free and I’d immediately take the whole thing in my mouth. You’d
try to buck your hips, but I’d hold them down firmly as I bobbed my head up and
down.” He paused before asking, “Naruto… I know we’ve never…you know…in real
life, but with phone sex…it’s kind of different. H—How far do you want to go?”
Naruto’s eyes widened. “Um… I—I don’t…I
don’t know…”
Sasuke chewed his bottom lip, wondering
if he had been too sudden with the blond. “I—I’m sorry. We’ll just—”
Naruto took a deep breath, closed his
eyes, and said rather quickly, “I’d flip you back over and kiss you deeply. You’d
put your legs on my shoulders, and I’d push into you. I’d have…um…prepared you
earlier, so my cock would slide right in.” He realized he was blushing, but he
didn’t think he had ever been this hard in his life.
Sasuke realized his mouth was open in
surprise. He guessed Naruto was ready for sex, at least if only via phone. “I’d
kiss you back, loving the feeling of you deep inside me.” He was met by silence
and wondered if Naruto was too embarrassed to continue. “Naruto?”
“…Sasuke?”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry… I just came.”
Sasuke smiled. “All right, hold on, let
me finish up, too…” He imagined a naked Naruto, slightly redder than normal as
he blushed. He imagined Naruto touching himself before the blond’s cock jerked
and came. He imagined the milky substance spurting out from the small slit at
the tip of his head and getting all over the blond’s hand. Sasuke barely
touched himself before reaching his own orgasm, a large moan escaping his lips
as he did so.
“A—Ah…! Naruto…!”
Sasuke stroked himself until he
completed his orgasm, the image of Naruto still fresh in his mind. After a few
minutes of heavy breathing, he felt ready to speak in coherent sentences. “Naruto?”
He was met by silence.
“…Naruto?”
He heard Naruto breathing and realized
it was slower than usual.
Naruto had fallen fast asleep.
Sasuke smiled. After listening to Naruto’s
breathing for a few more seconds, he hung up his cell phone. He used some
tissues to clean himself off before curling under his covers and falling asleep
himself.
-
So,
I really like trying to keep my readers updated with my personal life. For no
real reason except to make myself happy while I pretend that there might be
someone somewhere who actually gives a damn. :) (haha, I know everyone here
loves me and gives a damn!) Anywho, so, I had never really had a real boyfriend
before (and this is counting my three-month one-night-stand. God, that was
awful. So glad that’s over with.), and then I went off to college. And I met
this boy in one of my education classes (I want to be a math teacher, and he
wants to be a biology teacher. Isn’t that cute?), and I fell IN LOVE with him.
Like, completely infatuated. I would make up these little reasons to meet with
him outside of class and the like, and I was just so happy to be with him.
(There
is a point to this story that’s related to Insomniac’s
Dream. Raise your hand if you believe me. XD)
Anywho,
so, I met him back in late August, when the fall semester started. And we hung
out lots. And I was happy. :) And then we went off on winter break for three
weeks, and I missed him. Big sad face. :(
So,
long story short, when we got back for the fall semester, he told me that he
had liked me (basically) since the first time he saw me, too…and then he asked
me out. And I’m pretty much the happiest person who’s ever walked this earth.
:D
But,
yeah, anywho, to my point and correlation to this story. So, now it’s summer.
And he lives in one city in one state…and I live in another city in another
state. (Silly me, for going to an out-of-state school. Pout pout pout.) And now
we’re a good 500 miles away. T_T (That’s an 8-hour car ride, by the way. x.x)
(OH! But he’s coming up in a few weeks, and he’s staying for about two weeks,
and then we’re going on a cruise!!) So, whenever I call him, I’m like,
“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU! I miss youuuuuuuuuuuuu…………!!!!” I
sound just like Naruto, when he was calling Sasuke.
(Wow.
That was a SHORT point for a LONG story.)
Sorry
if I bored everyone. :(
Please
review!!!! :D
Love
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