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When Morning Comes	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Date of a
Lifetime

�Damn it!� Shikamaru cursed,
throwing down another shirt into the discarded pile.� He had absolutely no clothes.� His closet was completely bare, a mountain of
shirts that he thought could have been what he wanted was piled not too
gracefully on his bed, the rejected ones strewn about the floor, accompanied by
jeans filled with holes, or pants that were too nice.� It didn�t help that he had no idea where he
would be going.
The Nara had spoken with Minato and
they had decided that the blonde would take Shikamaru out for dinner on Friday
night and then Shikamaru would treat Minato to some fun on Saturday.� The older man never told his date where they�d
be having dinner, however, and the Nara was at a complete loss as to what to
wear.� Many of the clothes he had just
seemed too casual, while others were too formal.� The fact that he had absolutely no sense with
fashion didn�t help the situation any.
Shikamaru growled in frustration as
another freshly rejected shirt landed on the floor.� There was a slight chuckle from his door, and
he turned just in time to see the flash of a camera go off.� �Dad!� he almost shouted, rubbing his eyes a
bit to get the spots to go away.
Shikaku merely smiled at his son,
lowering the camera and gazing in amusement at the messy room.� �Haven�t you chosen what to wear yet?� he
asked sarcastically, greatly enjoying teasing his boy.� �Minato will be here soon, Shikamaru, you�d
better hurry up.�
The younger Nara glared at his
father before forcing his attention back to the pile on his bed.� �I know, dad!�
Just let me figure this out!� I
don�t even know where we�re going!�
The older man laughed.� �Just wait until he gets here, then wear something similar to what he�s wearing.�
Shikamaru continued to glare.� �You�re not helping!� he snapped, chucking
the recent rejection at his father, who ducked.
�Touchy, touchy,� he scolded, smile
still plastered on his face.� �You better
not act this way when your date gets here.�
The younger man sighed heavily,
digging into the mountain once more.� He
knew he was just frustrated and taking it out on his father; not that he didn�t
deserve it.� In all reality, it didn�t
really bother him that he couldn�t find anything to wear or that his father was
teasing him to the point of annoyance.�
Ever since Yoshino passed away, Shikaku had taken it upon himself to
document every aspect of his son�s life; taking pictures and being involved in
everything.� Shikaku had been ecstatic
that his son had finally confessed to the love of his life, even though he and
Minato Namikaze had grown up together and were nearly the same age.� As long as his son was happy, it didn�t
bother Shikaku one bit.
Just as it didn�t
bother Shikamaru.� What he was
really bothered by was the fact that he was acting like a schoolgirl going on
her first prom date.� He found himself
fretting over the tiniest things with the clothing and it was becoming quite
irritating.
�What�s wrong with that shirt?�
Shikaku asked as his son tossed another garment to the floor.
�It doesn�t really fit me right.�
�And those
pants?�
�The bottoms are frayed.�
�What about that sweater?�
�It�s supposed to be warm out
tonight.�
�This blue shirt is nice.�
�Dad, that�s the shirt I wore to
mom�s funeral.�
�That doesn�t mean you can�t wear
it ever again.�
�It�s too formal!�
Both men froze as the sound from
the door bell rang up the staircase.�
Shikamaru could feel the blood drain from his face a little as he
grabbed the digital clock sitting on the nightstand.� �Shit, he�s twenty minutes early!�� He could feel himself starting to panic.� Somehow he just knew his very first date with
the man he loved was going to be a disaster.�
He turned to his father and shooed him from his room.� �Stall him!�
I�ll be down in a little bit.�
Shikaku chuckled as he was shoved
from the room, giving his son a last look of amusement before the door was
slammed in his face.� The younger Nara
got to work, quickly grabbing clothes and deciding just to throw something
together.� Just as he was about to grab a
tie, his parent yelled up to him, �Your date�s here, Shikamaru!� He�s nicely casual!�
Shikamaru sighed in defeat,
releasing the tie and undoing the top two buttons on his shirt.� After a quick once over in the mirror, the
reality of the whole situation was starting to hit him.� He was actually going on a date� with
Minato.� A smile spread on his face as he
left his room.� Taking a deep breath at
the top of the stairs, the Nara walked down the steps, hoping to make the right
impression on the man who held his heart.

~~~~~

It wasn�t as bad as he thought it
would be.� Minato had taken him to one of
the nicer restaurants in town, someplace that guaranteed they wouldn�t run into
any of Shikamaru�s friends.� The food had
been extremely good and Shikamaru found the company to be very pleasing.� The blonde was great at striking up a
conversation without leaving anything awkward or tense around them.� The younger man was even surprised when his
love started flirting with him.� He
couldn�t help but blush as the blonde spoke and greatly enjoyed the short time
they were together.
Shikamaru was a little disappointed
when they left the restaurant and the older man told him that he�d take him
home.� The Nara was really hoping to be
able to spend the night with Minato; he wanted to remember everything this time.
�Don�t sulk, Shikamaru,� Minato
said with a smile as they drove out of the parking lot.� �I already know how you are in bed.� I want to know other aspects about you.�
A small smirk tugged at a corner of
the younger man�s mouth.� �You know what
it�s like when I�m drunk; I�m much better sober.�� He glanced at the other, smirk growing at the
blush that touched the blonde�s cheeks.
�I�m sure there will be a time and
place, Shikamaru.�
�I�ll make sure there is.��
Silence followed, but the Nara couldn�t help but imagine all the things
he could do to Minato, to tease and seduce the man into wanting what Shikamaru
wanted and just as badly.
Before he knew it, the blonde had
pulled up to the younger man�s house, parking the car on the curb.
�When will you get me tomorrow?�
Minato asked as he climbed out of the vehicle.
Shikamaru unbuckled his seat belt
and opened the door, stepping onto the sidewalk leading up to the front
door.� �I�m not sure,� he replied,
walking with the older man toward the house.�
�Is ten too early?�
The blonde chuckled.� �Back when I was your age maybe.� That should give me enough time to wake up
for the day, I suppose.�
The Nara nodded.� �Okay, then ten it is.�� They stepped onto the stoop just short of the
threshold, Shikamaru turning slightly to the man who had his heart fluttering
madly within his chest.� The artificial light
from the outside fixture shone on the blonde beautifully, making his features
seem just a hint sharper in the shadows it created and his eyes sparkled
gorgeously as he gazed at the younger man.
Shikamaru cleared his throat, a
hint of a blush blossoming on his cheeks even though he tried to fight it
off.� �Well, thanks for a great dinner,
Minato.� I�ll, uh� see you tomorrow.�� He turned to grab the doorknob when a soft
tug to his arm pulled him back.
The smile on Minato�s face almost
made the Nara weak in the knees.� As long
as he�s known the blonde, Shikamaru could never know how someone could be so
drop dead attractive and still be sane.�
How many times had he found himself just staring at the older man,
silently admiring his beauty from afar, wishing that
someday he would be able to voice his true feelings?� Shikamaru had lost track of the hours.
�This is a date, Shikamaru,� Minato
said in a soft tone.� �I might be getting
old, but I thought dates ended with a good-night kiss.�
The Nara felt blood rush to his
face as his eyes widened a bit.� His
heart started an erratic rhythm that he was sure the other could hear, as it
pounded in his own ears like a constant reminder he was alive and very awake.� His breathing became shallow as the blonde
moved closer, leaning in to the slightly shorter man.
Their lips touched and all thought
process completely halted in Shikamaru�s mind.�
It felt as though a lightning bolt had shot straight down his spine as
he leaned into the kiss, trying his hardest to memorize the moment.� Minato pulled away a short moment later, to
the younger man�s disappointment, but he didn�t move any further than
separating their lips.
Shikamaru looked into those blue
eyes so close to his, something swirled to life within them, turning the
deep-ocean colored orbs into something a hint lighter as they gazed at
him.� A contented sigh escaped the Nara�s
chest as a warm hand was placed onto his cheek, and Shikamaru closed his eyes,
nuzzling the appendage slightly before those lips were placed upon his once
more.
A small moan slipped from his vocal
chords as an arm wound about his waist, pulling him closer to the blonde.� His hands rested themselves on the older man�s
chest, gently gripping the fabric of his shirt as the hand at his cheek slid to
his neck and a tongue brushed his bottom lip.
Shikamaru shivered at the contact and
eagerly opened his mouth to welcome the other inside.� His own tongue tentatively touched the blonde�s
as they started to rub along each other in a way that had another part of the
Nara�s anatomy slowly growing with excitement as their tongues continued their
very arousing dance.� Maybe he would get
his chance tonight after all.
He saw a flash of light from his closed
eyelids and immediately pulled his lips away from Minato�s, dark orbs flying
open to see his father standing in the doorway, camera in hand, smiling broadly.
�Damn it dad!� Shikamaru hissed,
his face feeling warm with embarrassment.�
�This is supposed to be a private moment!�
�It�s your first kiss,� Shikaku
countered.� �I wouldn�t be a caring
parent if I didn�t get a picture of that.�
Minato chuckled, which caused the
glare on the younger man�s face to vanish as the vibrations from that simple
action rippled through his body.� His
fingers tingled with the lingering sensation as he looked into the blonde�s
face.
�I really should get going, anyway,�
Minato said his breathtaking smile still in place.� He leaned in close to the younger Nara.� �Good night, Shikamaru,� he whispered, giving
him a small peck on the lips before stepping away completely.
Shikamaru immediately missed the
warmth.
�See ya,
Shikaku,� the blonde added as he walked back down the sidewalk, waving.
�Later Minato!�
Shikaku answered.� �Have a safe drive
home!�
Shikamaru was somewhat frozen to
the spot as he watched the blonde get into his car and drive away.� Why did he have this strong feeling of
longing to be with the other man?� He�d
never felt anything to this extent before.�
Could it be that just a single kiss opened up something far deeper and
much broader than he had ever imagined?�
Was this what true love really
felt like?
�Standing there
looking like a puppy who�s lost its owner won�t make him come back, Shikamaru,�
his father voiced from behind him.
The younger Nara lightly glared as
he walked into the house, trying to ignore his parent.
�How was your date?� Shikaku asked
as his son started ascending the stairs.
��all right,� Shikamaru mumbled.
The other chuckled.� �Oh come on!�
You�re not going to give me any details, Shikamaru?�
He stopped at the top of the stairs
and turned to his father with his glare still in place.� �Maybe I would have told you, if you hadn�t
interrupted my first real kiss with him!�
�You could�ve ignored me!� I wouldn�t have said or
done anything more to ruin the moment.�
Shikamaru bit his tongue and
blushed deeper.� �And what if we started getting intimate?�� He wanted to ask that, but knew better.� He really did not want to know what his father
would have done in that situation; although if he had to guess, Shikaku would
have probably taken another picture or two before clothing came off, then shut
the door and let them have sex in the front yard.� The picture that came to his mind wasn�t all
that appealing, not with his parent so nearby.
�I�m going to bed,� he stated,
turning on his heel and going to his room.�
He sighed heavily at seeing the mess he had left behind, now regretting
that he had to clean it up.� Upon
thinking on it a moment, he decided that perhaps it would be best just to
mostly leave it; he still had to pick out something tomorrow, so why bother
putting it back when he�d just be taking it all out again later?
After moving a pile of clothes from
his bed to a chair, Shikamaru took off what he was wearing and stepped into his
bathroom for a shower.� He let the almost
too warm water cascade down his body, trying to relax so he could get some
sleep.� However, his hormones wouldn�t
allow that as images of the blonde kept flashing in his mind, mixed with the
memory of the kiss.� In no time at all, Shikamaru
was scowling at the erection he was sporting, mostly irritated that he would
have to take care of it before he could sleep.
Releasing a small sigh and closing
his eyes, the Nara pictured Minato.� He
could somewhat recall what the other looked like nude, but was pretty sure most
of those memories were from his own creation and not from his drunken escapade.
Slowly, he wrapped his fingers
around his member, shivering slightly at the contact as he imagined the blonde
there, leaning against him and touching his most private parts.� Shikamaru moaned as he began long, leisurely
strokes on his shaft, dipping the tip of his finger into the slit every once in
a while, spreading the pre-cum that gathered there.� His hips joined the rhythm as he pretended to
feel the blonde�s own straining length rub against his thigh.
He wanted that dick in his ass so
bad.� Shikamaru leaned forward a little
and reached behind him, gently tracing the tight ring of muscle with his
fingers.� He pushed one into his body
with a small moan, his other hand still stroking his member with a stronger
hold.
Shikamaru entered another digit
into his ass, loving the feel of the penetration and touch to his penis.� His eyes remained closed as he imagined
Minato stretching him, those blue eyes gazing at him with lust and amusement.� The fingers within him twisted and curled,
causing the Nara to moan louder and stroke his erection faster.� He could see the blonde doing this to him;
fingering his ass and pulling on his dick.
�Oh yeah� Minato�.�
A third finger joined the other
two, the thrusts became faster and harder, the pumping increasing to match the
rhythm in his ass.� The sensations turned
out to be a little too much for the Nara as he cried out, his seed spurting
onto the tiled wall across from him, some dripping onto the fingers still
curled around his member.� Before it
could be washed away, Shikamaru rubbed the white substance over himself,
running his hand over his dick and twin sacs beneath to gently stroke his
thighs in the afterglow.
Shikamaru sighed again, finally able
to release the remaining tension in his body as he finished his shower, hoping
he�d find the perfect opportunity to show the blonde just how much he loved him
during the following day.
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