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Out In The Cold	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 2377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: O.O Wow, I’ve never gotten thirteen reviews on the first chapter before. Thanks a lot people! I love you all!! But please don’t stop reviewing just because I posted another chapter. I have tons of ideas for this story, but it will all count on if you readers want more. So enjoy and please review!! -Prpl Grl

Warming Up….

Shikamaru’s eyes widened, the blood draining from his face as he stared at the still blushing man beside him. He could not believe he had just heard that and thinking of the outcome of doing such a thing made the blood quickly return to his face, causing his cheeks and ears to burn.

He really didn’t want to talk about getting naked with the older man, so he did what he always did in these kinds of situations; change the subject.

“…uh… do you want some hot chocolate?” the Nara asked, turning away from the other and grabbing the thermos sitting beside him. “My mom makes it from scratch and it should still be pretty hot.” He opened the container and poured some of the steaming liquid into the cup.

“Shikamaru,” Neji said, not wanting to drop what he’d said, “I don’t mean it in a sexual way.”

“Here this will warm you up some,” the Nara stated, trying to ignore what the other was saying.

Sighing heavily, the older man took the offered cup, but kept his eyes on Shikamaru. “It’s for survival purposes. I read in a magazine that the best way to conserve heat when people are properly sheltered is to have the least amount of clothing on and huddle close together. We’ll be able to share our body warmth and most likely won’t have to rely on an engine that will die eventually anyway.”

Shikamaru lightly glared at the older man from the corner of his eyes. He hated it when Neji talked like that. Sometimes his logic made too much sense and it annoyed the younger man a little. He liked having a jumble of information that he could spread out into several situations and strategies, but the Hyuga only found one path that was made of stone and followed it almost blindly. They might be smart, but their smarts went in completely opposite directions.

‘Does dad really expect me to want to marry this guy?’ the Nara inwardly fumed as Neji took sips from the cup. ‘I hate his fucking logic.’ Sadly for him, Shikamaru couldn’t think of any other way to keep warm and had no choice but to cave to the other’s request.

“Fine, Neji. We’ll try… your idea.” He removed himself from the blanket and turned his back to the older man, quickly removing the wool sweater and thick turtle neck from his torso, slightly shivering as the cool air hit his warm flesh. Tossing the clothing in the front with the rest of the outerwear, Shikamaru then made quick work of his pants, the blush on his face growing with each passing moment. He threw the heavy material into the driver’s seat, leaving on his black boxers, and crawled back under the blanket to find Neji already lying down, the clothing gone from his pale skin and the empty cup sitting peacefully atop the folded back seat.

Shikamaru swallowed hard and lied down beside him. Before he could give the older man his back, as he had intended, the Hyuga wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to a warm torso. The Nara’s face burned as he slowly draped an arm over a hip. This wasn’t a sexual thing after all… he hoped.

Neji pulled the blanket to cover them tightly, placing his hands on the younger man’s back when it was secure.

The Nara gasped, arching into the pale chest lying next to him.

“Is something wrong?” Neji asked over a chuckle.

“Fuck yeah there is,” Shikamaru complained, squirming in the other’s grasp. “Your fingers are fucking freezing!”

A small smile played on the older man’s lips. “Help me warm them up, then.” His expression turned to a very evil leer that caused the Nara’s eyebrows to rise on his forehead.

Fuck. He did not like the look Neji was giving him. It made him very uncomfortable and a shudder rippled down his spine as those ice cold fingers slowly trailed down his back. “N-Neji… what are you…. Ah!” He gasped in surprise as the digits reached into his boxers and began circling his entrance. “Neji….” He closed his eyes as a very cold finger slowly pushed its way passed the tight ring of muscle.

“Relax,” the Hyuga cooed, entering a little more, causing Shikamaru to hiss. “You’re so hot inside, Shikamaru. My fingers will warm up in no time at all.” He carefully started thrusting the digit within the younger man.

Shikamaru shuddered again, trying his best to ignore the small bite of pain that accompanied the finger. “Oh man, it’s too fucking cold!” He tried to push away, shoving the older man’s chest, but he merely impaled himself onto the wayward finger and cried out as something cold brushed up against his prostate.

“Stop squirming,” Neji almost scolded, his hold tightening on the older man. “If you don’t want ‘fucking freezing fingers’ touching you, then this is the best way to warm them up and it will take less time if you’ll just hold still!”

Why wouldn’t the blush he had just go away… or kill him? The Nara kept his eyes closed, wanting badly to ignore the pleasure starting to flow through his body as the digit continued to stroke his insides. He could feel himself getting hard and he tried to remain still; there was no reason to signal the Hyuga of his embarrassment.

Soon, the now warm finger retreated from his hole, only to be followed by another freezing one. ‘Does he plan to do this to every finger?’ the younger man wondered, whimpering slightly as the cold digit penetrated deep. He buried his face into the warm shoulder of the older man, trying to keep his breathing under control.

“Damn, Shikamaru,” Neji whispered, “you are so hot! I didn’t think a human being could be so scorching on the inside. I’m almost afraid you’ll burn my fingers.”

‘Oh fuck,’ the Nara whined within his head as the digit was removed. ‘Please, not dirty talk….’ He gasped, eyes opening and body arching as the third finger was shoved roughly into him. “Ah, N-Neji! Not so— Fuck!!” he damn near shouted as something cold pushed against his prostate purposely and another, smaller finger was added at the same time.

The Hyuga chuckled. “Do you like helping me warm up my fingers, Shikamaru?” he asked, giving him a hard thrust.

‘No fucking way,’ Shikamaru thought, biting his lip to stop the cry that wanted to erupt, and wondered why the older man would ask such a stupid question. It was then he realized that maybe he was the stupid one; finally noticing his hips moving back onto the freezing digits as they thrust in. Fuck. Caught red handed. His hard on wasn’t helping the matter much, either, but at least it wasn’t poking the other… yet.

“I’m just trying to warm you up faster,” the Nara finally replied, not looking at what he knew was a smug expression on the older man’s face. ‘I hate his fucking high-and-mighty smug expressions.’ “Your… ah, fingers are making my ass feel like a fucking ice cube!”

“I’ll fix that,” Neji whispered hotly into the younger man’s ear, removing the digits and placing his thumb within him.

A cold hand ran up Shikamaru’s thigh and he shivered, remembering there was another five penetrations left and he groaned. It was taking too fucking long and he was too fucking hard! He wanted the older man to finish so he could turn around and get rid of his problem, either by making it drop or wanking himself off, the Nara didn’t really care. He just needed to do it sooner than later.

“Hurry the fuck up, Hyuga!” he spat, clenching his ass with impatience.

“Okay, Shikamaru calm down,” Neji said evenly, removing his now warm fingers from the confines of his boxers, causing the younger man to sigh in relief.

However, Shikamaru’s expression turned to a look of concern as the white-eyed man pulled him back to give him another leer. He swallowed thickly, knowing he wasn’t going to like what was coming next.

“You know Shikamaru, it would be a lot easier to do this without… these.” The Hyuga hooked a warm finger into the waistband of his boxers and the younger man’s eyes widened.

The Nara knew what was coming, but he couldn’t get his body to want to stop it as his boxers were slowly pulled down his legs. He even found himself kicking them off the rest of the way to vanish within the folds of the blanket and he wasn’t surprised when the older man followed suit.

His erection twitched.

A warm hand and arm squeezed between him and the floor, wrapping around Shikamaru’s waist and pulling him flush against a very warm body. He gasped as his erection was pressed firmly against something very hot and very hard, sending pleasing tremors to ripple up his spine.

Fuck what he had said before; Shikamaru wanted this and wanted it badly. He began moving his hips, slowly rubbing their groins together, which granted him a lovely moan from the older man.

“My,” Neji stated, that stupid fucking smirk plastered on his lips, “aren’t we suddenly eager.”

Shikamaru scowled. “Fuck you, Hyuga.” He placed a hand on the paler man’s lower back and jerked his hips roughly.

The older man gasped, then glared at the Nara. “You first!” he spat, shoving two fingers violently into the other.

“Ahhh!” the younger man screamed, turning angry eyes to the Hyuga. “Fuck, Neji that really hurt! Asshole.”

Neji sighed, slowly thrusting the cold digits within the tight hole. “It’s what you get for being so cocky, Shikamaru. Just relax and enjoy this, okay?”

The Nara growled a little, but didn’t say anything more and closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the pain floating around his ass. Neji wasn’t using any lubrication at all and the younger man had never realized how much anal penetration hurt without it; he’d always used some when he masturbated. He gasped when his prostate was hit again, masking the sharp pain into a dull throb that could easily be ignored.

He lifted his leg to drape it over the older man’s hip, releasing a small moan. “Please Neji,” Shikamaru whispered, wrapping his arms around broad, pale shoulders and holding tightly, “please touch it again.”

The Hyuga was happy to comply, reaching deep within the Nara and pushing hard on the bundle of nerves, causing the younger man to cry out and thrust his hips frantically against the other. He didn’t even feel the third digit enter his body; too caught up in the intensity of the pleasure swirling around him. The cold was also numb to his body, as he ached to get those freezing fingers deeper into his ass.

Shikamaru did notice when those warmed up fingers were removed and a small whimper left his lips at the loss. He needed something inside him, damn it!

“I’m not done yet,” Neji whispered into his ear. “Didn’t I tell you that I’d warm you back up?”

Before the Nara had the chance to think about that, he found himself on his back, the older man pressed firmly atop his body. He shuddered at realizing what was to come and spread his legs as wide as he could beneath the blanket.

The Hyuga smirked again; aggravating the younger man a little, and placed his weeping erection at the other’s stretched entrance. “This may hurt, Shikamaru,” he warned. “Just stay relaxed.”

Shikamaru nodded and closed his eyes, a gasp slipping passed his lips as the very hot head of Neji’s manhood pushed into his body. He groaned as the rest of the length followed suit and was slightly surprised that there wasn’t a whole lot of pain. Once in a while there would be a sharp jolt, but it would quickly fade, leaving nothing but pleasure.

“Oh Shikamaru,” the Hyuga groaned, fully sheathing himself within the man beneath him, “your ass really is cold… and really tight.” He flinched, slightly panting and pulled back a little to thrust back in. “I… don’t think I’ll last very long.”

It was the Nara’s turn to smirk. He ran his hands along the other’s biceps and over his shoulders, enjoying the hair tangling with his fingers. “You didn’t tell me,” he stated, pausing to gasp as the older man began thrusting a little harder, “…how you’re going to… uhn, warm me up.” He reached between them and began pumping his neglected erection, waiting for the words he wanted to hear.

“Uh, well… ah, like this,” Neji replied, giving the younger man a rough thrust.

“Ah Neji!” Shikamaru groaned, speeding up his hand a moment. “Tell me exactly what you’re going to do, Neji, and make it dirty.” He slightly panted as the body above him came down to breath hotly in his ear. It almost made him laugh; it seemed the almighty Hyuga was too embarrassed to talk dirty aloud, even with nobody but Shikamaru there to hear it.

“I-I’m going to… fuck your ass, Shikamaru,” the older man whispered, his pace slowing a bit. “I’ll… shove my cock deep inside your ass until you beg for more. Then I’m going to shoot my cum all over your insides. I feel so hot right now, Shikamaru; I know my scorching seed will warm you up easily.”

The Nara moaned, his hand moving frantically over his erection. “Yes, Neji. Oh fuck yes, please fuck me. Fill me with your cum!”

Neji raised himself up a little and started pounding into the younger man, to which the latter was grateful; he wouldn’t last long either, not after listening to his biggest fetish. Nothing made him hit orgasm harder than when his partner talked dirty.

Shikamaru raised his hips to meet the Hyuga and thrust into his hand, the coil of heat tightening and so close to exploding, he just needed one little push….

“I’m going to shoot my cum all over your insides.”

“Ah, fuck yes!” he shouted, the memory finally bringing the younger man to his glorious climax. He looked between them to watch his white essence spurt from the slit on his erection to cover his stomach. It was always so erotic to the Nara, seeing his ejaculate come from him.

Neji thrust into him a few more times before burying deep within the Nara’s ass, releasing a long breath and giving a couple slow pumps, as Shikamaru felt something extremely hot fill him.

He moaned at the feeling, wrapping his arms around the older man’s shoulders and gently rolled them back to lie on their sides. The Hyuga slowly pulled out and held the other tightly, not seeming to mind the mess currently smearing across his stomach.

“I thought,” Shikamaru said after a few silent minutes of catching his breath, “that this whole ‘getting naked’ thing was nothing sexual, Neji.”

“Well,” the Hyuga replied, looking seriously at the younger man, “I thought about it and realized that there are only a few situations when the human body heats up on its own; when frightened, after or during strenuous activity, or when sexually aroused. Being stuck in this vehicle in a snow storm only allows us to do one of those three choices.”

“Sneaky bastard,” the younger man mumbled, snuggling close and enjoying the warmth around him. It was true he didn’t really like this man; he was too arrogant and had an annoying smirk and his smug expression made the Nara want to punch him and he was too logical and too gorgeous for his own good. All Shikamaru could say that was positive about the Hyuga was that he, surprisingly, was an excellent lover. However, that was all the older man had going for him.

‘Marriage is more than just sex,’ he reminded himself as he drifted off to sleep.

It probably wasn’t an hour later when the Nara awoke, eyes quickly glancing outside to still see the white nothingness of the blizzard still whipping harshly around them. He wondered what woke him up when a hard stroke to his half hard length made him glare at the man beside him.

Neji had that stupid smug look on his face again as he molested the younger man beneath the blanket. “Up for another round, Shikamaru?”

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