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Soup's On	By : OfFansAndFlames Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Lips collided as two noses narrowly missed each other, the creaking sound of a bouncing mattress filling Sasuke's bedroom. A head slammed against the wall behind them, unbridled moaning issuing from both mouths followed by a hissed swear. Sasuke only saw black, his eyes shut tightly as their moist tongues intertwined. Sasuke rested on four legs on top of the other, a calloused hand reaching underneath his boxers and blindly feeling towards his erection.
Sasuke pulled back for air, opening his eyes now for the first time. Naruto gazed back at him, his eyes partially lidded with exertion and satisfaction, a pink flush on his cheeks. Sasuke wasn't shocked. In fact, it felt natural, without a hint of awkwardness. The two were stripped down to their boxers, sex-heated limbs tangling together comfortably. Naruto's neck craned upwards as his teeth sunk into Sasuke's thin bottom lip. Sasuke growled softly, returning the favor and tugging on Naruto's lip. Naruto was his for now. He'd wanted him, and now, nothing stood in his way.
Naruto fought to flip Sasuke over, the Uchiha exerting significant effort to keep Naruto beneath him, his biceps pinned to the sheets. He had Naruto where he wanted him. His mouth moved to Naruto's jawline, harshly sucking at the sensitive flesh underneath and leaving reddish-purple behind. He would make Naruto remember this. He kissed, licked, and nipped down the side of Naruto's neck, the older boy granting the younger consent as he traced his fingers down his abdomen.
"Sasuke… Please…"
Naruto turned his head towards the wall, his pants heavy and deep.
"I need it, S'uke…"
Sasuke's fingers trailed lower, lower, lower…
Black again. An annoyingly loud lawn mower grated between Sasuke's ears, and rough fingers tickled his hipbone precariously. As he turned his head away from the pillow, the black took a reddish hue and the sunlight warmed his face. Sasuke's brows knit as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, his vision slowly sharpening as he glanced over at his clock. 6:52.
Naruto's head rested on Sasuke's shoulder. Sasuke's sleep-fogged mind assumed that the rather provocative position of Naruto's hand was accidental. His boxers felt tight… His eyes trailed downwards. Oh god…
A rather impressive tent was being pitched underneath the sheets. Naruto's soft snoring mercifully informed him that he could take this humiliation in privacy. Christ, his hand was rightnext to this massive boner of his. For all Sasuke knew, Naruto could've even touched it. And sure, he was sleeping now, but had he been sleeping the entire time? Had Sasuke made any noises or even talked in his sleep?
Why was this happening? He was probably just horny. It wasn't his fault. Ever since Naruto had moved in with him, he had yet to masturbate a single time. Naruto, however, got Sasuke's school and gym hours to himself to do whatever he so wished, the lucky bastard. How else could he get it out of his system? Sure, Naruto was attractive. But their relationship was nothing like this, was it?
Ever since the night when Naruto first slept next to Sasuke, the two shared a bed every night. It was simpler, perhaps. They didn't need to bother with sheets and sleeping bags, and there was enough room for both of them. Sometimes, Sasuke would awaken to Naruto's head on his shoulder, or his arm draped over his chest. He didn't mind, just as Naruto didn't mind one night when Sasuke pressed his nose against Naruto's neck in his sleep.
They never touched while both of them were awake. When Naruto would find himself nuzzled into Sasuke, he'd fluster and correct himself. And now Sasuke found himself in this predicament. Was this really…normal for two guys who were supposedly just friends? They hadn't even done anything yet, but there was something distinctly romantic about sharing a bed every night. Naruto made the occasional sexual joke, often directed towards Sasuke's appearance. Sometimes their banter sounded more like flirting.
Sasuke gracefully navigated out of bed, careful not to awaken the other boy. He tip toed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He felt even worse when a glance in the mirror revealed that his cheeks had flushed with embarrassment. Well, he needed a shower this morning anyway. Cold or hot? He turned on the heat, scolding himself for his lack of restraint. He lifted his head up as the hot water lashed back his hair, gripping his cock in his hand and pumping leisurely.
He'd get away with it if he was quiet. Still, knowing Naruto, he wouldn't be entirely surprised if he barged into the bathroom unannounced. He'd done it once before, and though Sasuke had shouted insults at him, he didn't force him to leave either. Sasuke realized that it was loneliness and boredom rather than lust that caused Naruto to do this. Sasuke knew he had to hurry. He didn't know how he would handle Naruto walking in on him.
His hand quickened, the hot water slicking between his hand and the sensitive flesh. He wouldn't bother to be creative. He just wanted to take care of his issue as quickly as possible and forget that this had ever happened. But as hard as he was, he felt blocked. He approached orgasm several times, but through his guilt and shame, he was unable to reach climax. He clenched his teeth in frustration, biting his lip harshly to keep from moaning.
His mind roamed, picturing any attractive girl he could think of. It did nothing for him. He reluctantly realized where his best chance stood. After all, how had he gotten like this to begin with? Naruto. He imagined his eyes, his hair, his scent, the skin spanning his neck and shoulder… He had seen Naruto naked before, though he had made it a point not to stare. He now tried to remember every detail, the muscles on his thighs and the shape of his bare ass. He imagined Naruto underneath him, or perhaps the other way around, whatever brought their bodies close together.
His body finally unleashed, warm cum spurting on the shower floor. The water began to wash it away immediately . Sasuke's lower lip was red from the indent of his teeth, aggressively biting the flesh to keep himself from moaning during those last blissful moments. He lifted his forearm against the misted shower wall and rested against it as his body tingled, panting and regaining his thoughts. In some ways he felt better, and in other ways he felt much worse. What was happening to him?
Where did they stand? Naruto had told him that he was gay. He knew that Naruto liked him, and he knew that he liked Naruto. Sasuke had originally wondered whether his feelings were a sexual attraction or just an unusually deep platonic compatibility. Sasuke had never felt so close to anyone other than Itachi, so he had trouble placing his emotions. Yet given moments like these, he now understood what was happening. He wasn't aware how much Naruto realized, as the blond was some odd mixture of clueless and uncannily perceptive.
Sasuke said nothing, however. What if something went wrong? Given that Sasuke provided the only roof over Naruto's head, perhaps it was best not to take that risk. Besides, he knew Naruto would have to leave soon, and Sasuke didn't want it to hurt them any more than it had to. Losing him would be difficult enough without complicating matters. Even if everything went well between them, could they even stay in contact after Itachi found Naruto? Frankly, he was surprised that their arrangement had lasted an entire week as Friday evening rolled around.
And with the evening came his prior commitment. Naruto had smiled when Sasuke walked out the door, but it was only in his mouth and not in his eyes. Naruto wanted to come with him. In fact, he even resented Sasuke. The Uchiha didn't even look like he wanted to go, while it was this sort of typical teenage stuff that Naruto only wished he could experience. He hoped that no one would try anything funny with Sasuke. He knew that he had plenty of girls (and even probably a few guys) at his disposal. They'd probably be all over him. Dammit, he was totally useless stuck in this house. But why would he care? Sasuke could do whatever with whomever he wanted.
Karin and Suigetsu were already in the car as Juugo's pickup nudged up Sasuke's driveway. Naruto peeked out the front window from the sofa, getting a quick glimpse of the car and Karin's and Juugo's faces, along with one shadowed head in the back seat. How old was this driver, anyhow? He was enormous! And the girl sitting next to him seemed pretty attractive. Were they dating? Sasuke approached the car, sitting in the back seat with Suigetsu. He opened the door to yelling, Karin and Suigetsu evidently involved in a squabble.
"Sasuke, look at what this idiot did!"
Karin was pointing to Suigetsu, who had leaned back in his seat with the sole of his shoe against the back of Juugo's seat. Karin was shooting Suigetsu the stink eye.
"I got some ink done, man."
Suigetsu rolled up his sleeve, showing a grey, faded shape which seemed to resemble a skull. The ink was splotchy and speckled. This wasn't the first homemade tattoo Sasuke had seen, but it was probably one of the crappier ones.
"One of my bros did it on me last night. It's a skull with flames."
Sasuke raised a thin brow, shaking his head. Suigetsu handed Sasuke the pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and Sasuke puffed at the cigarette until the fire caught.
"Seems odd you'd have to tell people what it is."
Suigetsu frowned, his lower lip jutting outward.
"Doesn't it look like a skull with flames to you?"
Sasuke rested his cheek on his hand, taking a deep drag off his cigarette as he glanced over at Suigetsu's arm. He squinted his eyes and smirked.
"It looks a little like Texas."
Karin twisted around to glare at Suigetsu.
"Hah! I told you so. I told you not to do it!"
Suigetsu groaned, holding his head in his hand, "Is it really that bad?"
Sasuke had no comment. Suigetsu shook his head, attempting to shrug it off.
"'Sfine. I'll just go back to the guy and tell him to work over it."
Karin scoffed, loudly chewing her gum.
"You'll dig yourself deeper," Sasuke answered.
"What else am I supposed to do?
"Wait until you're eighteen and go to someone who knows what they're doing."
At Sasuke's advice, Suigetsu pulled his hair, leaning back in his seat.
"But I don't want to! That's like a whole year from now!"
"Then maybe you should think before you act like a fucking dumbass," Karin jeered.
For once, Karin had a point. They arrived at Kabuto's house relatively soon. It was small: a one bedroom with a kitchenette and a living room. Then again, this was probably all he needed. Kabuto didn't live in the best of areas. Still, it was nowhere near as bad as the area around J and Eighth, where Naruto had been accosted. And Kaubto wasn't poor; he always seemed to be showing up to school with something new. None of them were sure for how long Kabuto had been living alone, or how he paid rent without a formal job. Then again, Sasuke supposed that all of Kabuto's efforts selling questionable items around the school could be considered a job. Perhaps this was why he even bothered attending school at all.
Kabuto flicked a wave as the four of them crossed the threshold. Kabuto gave Sasuke, the last to enter, a pat on the back. Including Kabuto, there were eleven people at his house. Sasuke recognized Sasori and Deidara, as well as a few older men who he was told were attending the local community college, Suna. Again, Sasuke was the youngest person there, yet one would never suspect from the way he presented himself. He had his youthful face to curse, however.
The party felt a little cramped, and there weren't really enough people to sustain a real dancefloor. However, the party's participants were too intoxicated to really care. There were half-empty bottles of vodka, Jägermeister, Redbull, and several twelve packs of beer strewn about the kitchen. Suigetsu and Karin flocked to the alcohol immediately, and Juugo poured himself a plastic cup of beer. Sasuke, however, keenly remembering his brother's words on Monday, decided to make do with cigarettes alone.
About an hour into the party, Sasuke believed that he had listened to more Dr. Dre, Pitbull, and rap metal than he could be expected to withstand in one night. These things weren't quite as painless without the dulling effects of alcohol. Out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke saw one of the college students leaning downwards with his nose to the table, finger covering one nostril as he made a quick movement. He heard nothing over the music, but Sasuke had witnessed enough pop culture references to guess at what was occurring. Sasuke didn't know what exactly was being used, but on second thought, he decided that he didn't want to know.
Other than Kabuto and Juugo, who both had the tolerance of a bear, everyone at the party was completely shitfaced and burdensome to speak with. Yet even Kabuto and Juugo were notably buzzed, though Sasuke realized that he probably would have been too had Monday not occurred. So Sasuke sat next to Juugo on the couch, discussing things such as the concerts in town and a new restaurant in the mall over a smoke.
There was a scuffle in the kitchen between Deidara and Suigetsu, who were feuding over the iPod that controlled the music in the room. Suigetsu appeared to have won, as Eminem began to blare over the sound system. Suigetsu grabbed his crotch, stumbling slightly as he danced jerkily with his other arm and shouted the lyrics. Karin stood back, crossing her arms and nodding to the beat sloppily, obviously more than buzzed herself. Sasuke and Juugo exchanged a look and an eyeroll. Typical party behavior for Suigetsu.
Kabuto finally approached Sasuke and Juugo, smiling lightly and holding a couple cups of beer. Karin and Suigetsu had gladly accepted the same offer from Kabuto a couple minutes earlier, though Sasuke wondered if Suigetsu would have to visit the hospital again at this rate. The two could hardly walk. Oddly interested in being a good host, Kabuto reached Juugo and Sasuke next.
"Sasuke, you're stone cold sober. Loosen up already."
As Kabuto offered him a beer, the Uchiha shook his head. He couldn't help but imagine his brother's disappointment if he knew he'd been drinking.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
Kabuto looked back at Sasuke flatly, a slight slur to his voice.
"It's a twenty-first birthday party, and you're not even gonna have a beer? C'mon, just one to take the edge off."
Sasuke supposed he was right. A single beer would be out of his system soon enough, and it could make the party at least slightly more tolerable. It wouldn't even get him buzzed. Even if he miraculously ran into his brother right after the party, he probably wouldn't even know he'd had anything to drink. What was the harm? With a shrug, Sasuke accepted, sipping at the beer leisurely over the past several minutes.
Suigetsu and Karin must have gotten into some hard liquor, as now they couldn't walk in even a remotely straight line and could hardly stand. Sasuke finished his beer in several minutes, sipping between drags of cigarette.
"They got some Captain Morgan here, Sasuke," Juugo muttered, drinking his own beer he'd just received from Kabuto.
"Yeah, you like that stuff," Sasuke shrugged.
"I should've known it would be too sweet for you," Juugo chuckled. "Besides, after that one time…"
"Enough," the sophomore grunted, holding his hand up to Juugo. He was, of course, referring to the only time Sasuke had ever been truly drunk. Juugo shook his head.
"That'll teach you to mix rum, vodka, and gin."
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure you don't have any embarrassing freshman stories," he rebutted sarcastically.
Sasuke had only hearsay to go by. When Juugo had been a freshman, Sasuke hadn't even entered middle school yet.
"Embarrassing for you, maybe. They'll think anything's cool when you do it."
Sasuke huffed, swallowing a hearty mouthful of beer.
"I'm sick of it."
"It must be a pain in the ass, having everyone love you," Juugo teased with an arched brow.
"For pretty stupid reasons, in my opinion."
Juugo shrugged.
"I'll admit, it's a little short-sighted. But you know… I've noticed you've been a little more…toned down lately. You have a change of heart? Close call?"
He wondered what, exactly, Juugo was referring to. Had he really been acting differently? Maybe Juugo noticed that for the past week, he'd no longer been showing up to school with new items. He knew that Juugo had been keeping an eye on him in those regards.
"Eh… I need to be careful if I ever want to set foot inside a decent college."
The linebacker sighed, reclining into the soft back of the sofa.
"You know, Sasuke… Out of everyone in our demented little group, you definitely have the best chances. You really should be careful."
Sasuke had started feeling a little dizzy, encountering a slight nausea every time he would turn his head. Yet he still took in Juugo's words, nodding slowly. He engaged Juugo in small talk as the minutes passed, Sasuke's responses growing increasingly terse. He felt entirely detached from his surroundings, a slurred voice speaking echoing in his head every now and again. Sasuke recognized it as his own. Feeling nauseous, Sasuke got a glass of water in the kitchen and grazed a coffee table with his hip on the way. Pouring the water was quite an effort, considering that there suddenly seemed to be two sinks instead of one in Kabuto's kitchen.
Sasuke didn't understand this. He had only had one beer, after all. How could his tolerance possibly be this low? Something wasn't adding up. Even Juugo's eyes were glassy now, his responses vacant and delayed. Suddenly, the four of them seemed hit pretty hard by the liquor. Sasuke kept to himself silently, giving only one word responses to any questions asked. His brain operated very slowly, fogged with these new sensations and a sense of nervousness. Finally, he leaned over to Juugo, slurring at him.
"Juugo..."
"Yeah?"
Sasuke frowned.
"Somethin's wrong. I feel out of it."
Juugo faced Sasuke, his eyes lidded.
"Huh? Oh, me too."
Suddenly, Sasuke sluggish mind had a revelation. Shit. He stumbled up to Kabuto, tugging him by his sleeve angrily. Their group of five was huddling together now, Suigetsu, Karin, Sasuke, and Juugo all vegged on the couch until Sasuke made his move. They were all within earshot.
"What did'ya put in the beers?"
Kabuto smirked.
"Consider it a party favor."
"Ya didn't answer."
Kabuto sighed, rolling his eyes.
"GHB."
Sasuke simply gaped back at him. Their parties up to date had been similar: booze, weed, and possibly pills. How could Kabuto find something as unusual as GHB? But there was an even more relevant question here.
"Why the fuck would ya do that?"
Kabuto shook his head, waving his hand to appease Sasuke.
"Don't trip out. People use GHB for fun all the time. It's pricey shit, but you four are my closer circle, after all. So just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Kabuto walked away. The only thing that Sasuke knew about GHB was that it could impair your memory, cause you to lose consciousness, and it was known as "the date rape drug." To say the least, this did nothing to reassure him. Hell, he'd only started drinking just over a year ago; he was entirely out of his element. Suigetsu began to laugh, loudly. He formed his hand into a point, throwing it at the ceiling like a rocket.
"Woo! Lift off!"
This was bad. He had to get out of here. Maybe Kabuto did only drug them to get them to loosen up, or for shits and giggles. But that was not a risk Sasuke was willing to take. He nudged Juugo.
"We should leave."
Juugo shook his head.
"Staying here's safer than me tryin' to drive. I'd prolly crash."
Sasuke supposed Juugo had a point, but it did nothing to relieve the sense of foreboding brewing in his gut. His nausea worsened, and his head began to ache. Sasuke found that his blinks were becoming longer and longer. Fussing around with leaving the party seemed like a bother, and he was exhausted.
He scanned the room. Karin and Suigetsu had blacked out on the sofa. How much had Kabuto given them? Juugo did not appear to be in danger of blacking out, since he'd been nowhere near as drunk as the other two before being drugged. But he did appear rather sluggish. Regardless, Juugo was 6'4" and had a good forty pounds on Sasuke. When Sasuke caught himself nodding off, he decided that he had to leave. This was just too dangerous.
Placing his ego aside, Sasuke asked anyone who owned a car for a ride home, explaining that he wasn't feeling well. Unfortunately, not a single person was sober enough to drive. It was just before ten, and the occupants likely weren't expecting to leave until the early hours of the morning. In the past, Juugo had been Sasuke's designated driver, but that wasn't flying tonight. He finally approached Kabuto, who was the only relatively sober person at the party.
"Kabuto, 'm sick. I need to go home."
Kabuto frowned.
"You're already leaving? You've barely been here a couple hours."
Sasuke refused to budge. He wouldn't be manipulated or guilted into staying. If Kabuto had wanted him to stay, he would've offered Sasuke the substance like any even remotely reasonable human being. Sasuke did not appreciate being deceived into trying a hard drug. He believed it was more than clear that he would've rejected it.
"Take me home."
Kabuto laughed, putting his hand on Sasuke's shoulder and facing him.
"No."
Sasuke had nothing to say. He would have argued, but as disoriented as he was, a grade schooler would've posed a more formidable threat. He whipped Kabuto's hand off of his shoulder and staggered to the door, grabbing his black hoodie jacket as he left.

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