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Insomniac's Dream	By : ilikeyoursocks Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 3: The
Photo Shoot

"ITADAKIMASU!!!" Naruto shouted as he broke apart his chopsticks
and began scarfing down his super extra large bowl of
ultimate ramen. He was halfway through the bowl before he took the time to
breathe. "Ahhh! Excellent!" He noticed Sasuke's bewildered expression
before explaining: "Gomen, but swimming takes a lot out of me. I was starving!"
Sasuke shook his
head before helping himself to his own (much smaller) bowl of ramen. It was
surprisingly good, for such a small ramen shop, and by the time he had finished
his dinner, he was willing to admit that it was the best ramen he had ever had.
"What is this place?"
"Ichiraku
Ramen!" Naruto shouted. "Isn't it the best?"
Sasuke smiled. "Yeah." He had never been this open with his
emotions with anyone before, but Naruto made him feel...wanted. And not in the way he usually felt, with drooling fans surrounding him from
every side, but in a way he hadn't even felt from his own parents. "Hey...
Thanks for today. It was...fun."
Naruto grinned
before finishing the rest of his meal in one large gulp. "No problem,
Sasuke! I had fun, too, but don't worry--today's not
over yet! I still have tons of stuff planned!"
"But...it's
already nine o'clock..."
"So? It's
summer vacation! Live a little!"
"Yeah,
but...I have to go somewhere tomorrow. You might not have school, but I have a
job."
"Oh?"
Naruto grabbed several bills from his wallet before tossing them on the table
and gesturing to Sasuke to follow him out of the restaurant. He had felt that
Sasuke's job was a bit of a touchy subject, so he hadn't brought it up, even
though he was very curious. He let Sasuke take control of the conversation,
revealing what he wanted about himself, while Naruto led them back toward the
apartment.
"Yeah, I
have a photo shoot tomorrow downtown. It'll be really boring." They were
passing the park, and Sasuke suddenly grabbed Naruto's hand and led him over to
a wrought iron bench by the fountain. They sat, listening to the sounds of
water and insects, the moon bathing them in a soft, white glow and the wind
pulling its fingers through their hair.
"I hate
it," said Sasuke softly.
Naruto
intertwined their fingers and squeezed gently, letting Sasuke know he was there
for him. He merely sat and listened.
"I hate
people looking at me," Sasuke said nearly a minute later. "I hate
people knowing more about me than I know about me."
"Why do you
do it, then?"
"Because..."
Sasuke sighed and rested his head on Naruto's shoulder. He closed his eyes and
fought off the tears. "Itachi was always the best at everything. He was
the prodigy, perfection at its finest, and I was...subpar. My parents pushed me
into modeling, saying that my only talent was my good looks but maybe one day I
could be almost equal to Itachi in their eyes." His next words were so
soft that Naruto had to lean in closer just to hear them. "Itachi began
writing plays, and his college recognized him for his incredible talent. His
first play was turned into a movie, and I was cast as
the main character... Insomniac's Dream was my first movie, but I've already
gotten hundreds of offers for more parts."
Naruto jumped.
"Y--You mean...your brother wrote Insomniac's Dream?"
Sasuke sat up
and scowled, his dark eyes red and a little puffy.
"Yes," he said bitterly. "Now you're going to go on and on about
how great Itachi is and how I don't even come close to his standards."
Naruto chuckled
deeply. "Honestly, I couldn't tell you how great of a writer Itachi is,
because I wasn't really paying attention to what was going on. I was a
little...distracted."
"By
what?"
"By
you."
Sasuke froze.
Was Naruto saying what he thought he was saying...?
The blonde wrapped his arms around Sasuke and pulled him close.
"You were so gorgeous that I couldn't take my eyes off you. And now that
I've gotten to know you, Sasuke...I don't know how I've ever lived without
you." He pushed Sasuke to arms length and was surprised to see the
brunette crying. "S--Sasuke?" he asked, panicked. "What--What's
wrong? Was it what I said?"
Sasuke couldn't
stop the tears. Years and years of emotion that he had bottled up and stored in
the deepest parts of his soul had finally exploded with Naruto's simple loving
gesture and wonderful words. "Oh, Naruto," he said breathily.
"Why are you being so good to me?"
Naruto didn't
answer. Instead, he took Sasuke's chin lightly between his fingers and tugged
until their lips met in a soft kiss. He held Sasuke in his arms as he cried
until the brunette had fallen asleep. Naruto buried
his nose in those soft, dark locks and inhaled his scent. How could he ever
tell Sasuke that he had fallen for him--and fallen hard?
There was a
rustling in the bushes, and Naruto glanced up, startled, having forgotten about
Sasuke's bodyguard. Without a sound, Pein lifted Sasuke's body gently, and
Naruto followed as Pein carried the model back to the apartment.

Sasuke awoke the
next morning feeling better than he ever had before. He felt refreshed,
renewed, recharged. He headed to the bathroom and took a shower, reveling in
this new feeling. He had just finished getting ready for his photo shoot when
he heard a knock at the front door. Thinking it would be Kisame
or Pein or even (gulp!) Orochimaru, he was surprised to see Naruto's
smiling face. He remembered the previous night and blushed.
"G--Good
morning, Naruto-kun."
Naruto held up a
plate of English muffins and a jug of orange juice. "I brought breakfast.
Can I come in?"
"O--Oh,
yeah... Sure."
"You look
nice," said Naruto as he spread strawberry jam on one of the English
muffins. He poured two glasses of orange juice and slid the muffin and a glass
of juice toward Sasuke. "Are you dressed for the photo shoot?"
"...Yeah."
Naruto grinned
around his muffin. "You know," he said with his mouth full, "you
said it was boring. Want me to come with? I can try to
make you less bored."
Sasuke smirked
outwardly but was touched by the gesture. "You
just want to come so you can see the half-naked women."
Naruto laughed
loudly. "Well, I hadn't even thought about that, but now that you mention
it, you've sold me on the idea! I'm coming whether you like it or not!"
"Baka."
Naruto stuck out
his tongue. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never
hurt me." He froze suddenly when every hair on his body stood on end. He
turned around and saw Itachi staring at him, a curious expression gracing those
dangerously red lips. "G--Good morning, Itachi-san.
I--I brought over some breakfast. Would you like some?"
Itachi's lips
formed a smile, but it was full of dark intent. "Yes,
thank-you, Naruto-kun." He took the English muffin the blonde held out for him and took a small bite before placing
it back on the plate. "And thank you for taking care of my little brother
yesterday. Although, you sure did tire him out. I'm not even sure if little
Sasuke even remembers how he got home last night."
Sasuke blushed
deeply and hid his face behind his orange juice glass. It was true. He had no
memory of the previous night past the kiss--
Sasuke choked. What if Naruto had taken advantage of him? What if Itachi had--?
"Are you
okay?" Naruto asked, concerned. He thumped Sasuke on the back until the brunette could breathe. "Oh, and Pein brought you home
last night, by the way, after you fell asleep at the park. He's actually a really nice guy, that Pein. Is he going with you
today?"
"No, I
am." Naruto whipped around and jumped, not having heard Kisame come through
the front door. He averted his eyes when Itachi glided over and wrapped his
arms around Kisame's neck and kissed his cheek.
"I missed
you," Itachi said softly, grinding a little into Kisame's leg.
Kisame rolled
his eyes. "Sasuke, are you almost ready to go?"
Sasuke nodded. "Yeah. Oh, and Naruto's coming with me. He's never been
to photo shoot, so I asked him to keep me company."
Naruto shifted
uneasily under Itachi's red glare. "Oh?" the elder Uchiha drawled. "How nice of him. However, Naruto-kun, you can always
stay here and keep me company, if my little brother is too much of a
bore for you..."
"Er...
Thanks, but no thanks, Itachi-san."
"Oh, that's
too bad. How about tomorrow, Naruto-kun?"
"Uh, I have
to work." Naruto had never felt more uncomfortable in his life. Was Itachi
hitting on him? How was that possible, when his arms were wrapped around
Kisame's neck and his tongue was ghosting across his flesh.
Naruto gulped when he spotted Kisame's very large, very
obvious hard-on. He shifted his attention back to his breakfast,
refusing to look back at the pair.
"Come on,
Naruto," said Sasuke stiffly. "We'd better get going, or we'll be
late. Come on, Kisame."
"O--Oh,
right," said Naruto. He placed the empty dishes in the dishwasher and put
the leftover orange juice in the refrigerator. Keeping his head down, he
followed Sasuke out of the apartment and into the elevator. It was deathly
quiet in the metal box, and Naruto shuddered when he chanced a glance at Kisame
and saw the shark grinning quite maliciously.
Once outside,
Kisame opened the door of a limo, and Naruto and Sasuke scrambled inside.
Naruto, who had never been inside a limo before, pressed every button available
to see what it would do. Sasuke merely sat back with a bored expression on his
face, but watched with great amusement as the blonde
played around to his heart's content.
"Wow!"
Naruto shrieked. "There's even drinks in
here!" He picked up an empty decanter and pretended to pour something into
a champagne glass. He held the empty glass out to Sasuke and sounded just like
an old English butler when he said, "Your drink, sir."
Sasuke couldn't
take it, and he started laughing. "Put that down, baka. You'll break
it."
Naruto set the
decanter and glass back in the racks before plopping back down next to Sasuke.
"Do you get to do stuff like this all the time?" Naruto asked.
Sasuke nodded.
"I usually get a limo to transport me to different places. It's the perk
of being a model."
"Speaking
of which... This has been bothering me for a while, but...I've never seen you
before the movie. What sorts of magazines do you model for?"
"Oh."
Sasuke's face fell. "Well, for a while, I modeled clothes for different
clothing companies. I was on a wall one time for Gizas,
the jacket store. I'm wearing...only a jacket. It's embarrassing."
Naruto laughed.
"There's nothing embarrassing about looking good! So, is this photo shoot
for Gizas, or what?"
Sasuke turned so
he was looking out the window. "Not exactly. You see,
recently, Itachi's been pushing for me to be more in
the supermodel business. I've been in many popular magazines, but this is a
shoot for...a less known magazine. I get a three page
spread in... Hiroto's Progress."
Naruto's
eyebrows furrowed. "That's an odd name for a magazine. I've never heard of
it before."
"That's
because..." Sasuke took a deep breath. Naruto could see his blush on the
back of his neck and suddenly wondered if, when he blushed, you could see it
over his entire body. "That's
because it's an... all men's magazine."
"...What?"
Sasuke's annoyed
glance didn't have as much of an effect as he had hoped since the blush still
coated his cheeks. "It's a gay magazine."
"Wh--Oooohhh...." Naruto
blinked a few times before this fully sunk in. "But...why are you modeling
in a gay mag? You're not gay, are you?"
"It's
Itachi's fault," spat Sasuke, not quite ready to answer Naruto's question
wholly truthfully. "He's my manager, so he controls where I model and
where I don't."
"Well,
then...why didn't you refuse him?"
Sasuke looked up
sharply. "Can we just drop this?"
Naruto felt as
if he had been cut. "Gomen, gomen, I was just
curious. Speaking of which, out of curiosity...how much do
you get paid for gigs like these? One thousand, two
thousand yen?"
"For
Hiroto's Progress?
Ten million yen." (A/N: Roughly $100,000)
Naruto whistled.
"Wow! That's a lot! Maybe I should be a model, too."
"I usually
don't get that much... This gig is getting me over ten times more than I
usually get--for the larger name magazines."
"Oh?"
"I'd rather
not talk about it."
They rode the
rest of the way in silence. Finally, Naruto gathered up his courage and said,
"Sasuke, about last night--"
Suddenly, the
door opened, and Kisame's face thrust through the entrance. "We're
here." He helped Sasuke out of the limo and barely waited for Naruto to
emerge before slamming the door. Naruto jumped and stayed close by Sasuke, not
really trusting Kisame walking so closely behind them. They
were met at the door by a lavishly dressed man who led Sasuke to the elevator,
completely ignoring Naruto and Kisame.
"I'm so
glad you could make it, Sasuke-kun! There was a rumor at the last minute that
you might not make it. But Itachi called me this morning and promised!" He
pressed the button for the fourth floor. "I'm Genjiro, by the way,
assistant to Hiroto-san himself! We're very excited to have you on board,
Sasuke-kun! With your face as our cover picture, we're sure to sell tons of
copies!"
Sasuke shifted
anxiously. "Itachi didn't say anything about a cover picture."
Genjiro laughed.
"I know! He said he would keep it secret! He said you liked surprises. Ah,
here we are..."
The elevator
doors opened and Naruto was surprised to find himself
at a beach. The wall started moving, and he was suddenly in New York City at
night, looking at the skyline. "What the--?"
"Welcome to
our studio!"
A garishly
dressed man greeted them and introduced him as Hiroto Daitaro. The New York
skyline moved, and Naruto was surprised to see about a hundred workers rushing
from place to place, each shouting directions that couldn't
be heard above the din. There were about ten more realistically painted
backgrounds getting rolled around, each with no concrete place to stay for the
moment. Naruto, who thrived in chaos, felt his head spin a little. How could
Sasuke ever feel bored in a place like this?
Sasuke slipped
his hand into Naruto's. He was feeling anxious and was
wondering if bringing Naruto was really the best idea. There was always the
possibility that he could make a break for it and run... But,
no. Itachi would probably kill him�literally.
"Nice to
see you again, Kisame-san," said Hiroto-san as he held out his hand. He
spotted Naruto, and his eyes lit up. "And who is this dashing young man? Another bodyguard?"
Naruto shook his
head. "No, I'm just a friend of Sasuke's. I'm just tagging along."
Hiroto's eyes
roved up and down Naruto's body, taking in every angle, and making Naruto feel
very uncomfortable. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Have you ever done
modeling before?"
"Ah,
no."
"Really? We might just
have to fix that. What's your name?"
"Uzumaki
Naruto."
"Well, it
has a nice ring to it. What do you think Kisame?"
Kisame didn't
answer, but the dark grin on his face spoke volumes.
"Now,
Naruto-kun," said Hiroto-san as he clapped his hands and Genjiro appeared
by his side. "You stay here for the time being while we find something for
Sasuke to wear. In the meantime, I'll have Genjiro-san take you around the
studio, show you around."
"Ah...
Thank you, Hiroto-san."
Sasuke's look of
anxiety deepened as he was dragged off one way by Kisame
and Naruto was dragged off in the opposite direction by Genjiro. He didn't like
the look on Hiroto-san's face and had the feeling he was planning
something...and that Itachi was involved. And anything that Itachi was involved
in spelt trouble. But Sasuke didn't have much time to dwell on the situation
when he was practically attacked by the head costume
designer, who introduced herself as Mayoko Fumi. She had nearly ten outfits in
her hands and held each up to Sasuke, sometimes tossing articles aside or
mixing and matching different items. She was also very talkative, and by the
time she had finally picked out an outfit for the first background, Sasuke knew
almost everything there was to know about Mayoko Fumi. Head spinning, he was shoved onto a boardwalk with the sun setting over the
ocean wearing comfortably tight pants and a purple long sleeve shirt. He felt
lost.
There were three
different photographers, introduced as Sasawa Daisuke-san, Takao Yuuta-san, and
Kanegawa Juria-san. Sasawa-san was the head photographer while the other two
were his assistants. Three flashes went off, and Sasuke suddenly felt extremely
self-conscious. He almost felt as if he needed to hide behind something to
cover himself up. What would happen to his image when the story that he
appeared in a gay magazine hit the news?
What did he care
about image? Itachi was in control of his image, anyway. When had he ever been
in control of his own life?
He noticed
Naruto standing behind Juria-san, her bleach blonde hair rivaling his own.
Naruto gave him a thumbs up, and suddenly Sasuke felt
like he wanted to show off for his new crush.
"Just be yourself, Sasuke-kun," said Sasawa-san. "We want
some relaxed poses for the cover."
The scene for
the boardwalk was set up very intricately. It was almost as if he were there,
with the sun setting behind him. He lounged against the railing and shot a grin
in Naruto's direction, his eyes hosting a sort of "come hither" look.
All three cameras snapped at once, and Sasuke was temporarily
blinded by the flash. Naruto was obstructed by a dark
green dot ghosting across his vision, and he missed Naruto
subconsciously licking his lips.
"That was
perfect, Sasuke-kun," Juria-san said, still clicking away. "Keep it
up!"
Sasuke tried out
several different poses, each directed toward Naruto. Afterward, he looked at
several of the pictures and noticed that these looked better than
any taken of him before.
"You're
very pretty, Sasuke-kun," Juria-san said as she flipped through the
pictures on her digital camera. "I wish I had your skin." She sighed.
"I moisturize and moisturize, but I've never had fine skin."
Fumi came up to
Sasuke holding a bathing suit. "I need you to change into this,
Sasuke-kun, for the beach background. You can look at your sexy self
later."
Naruto met up
with Sasuke when he emerged from the dressing room. He was grinning. "I
don't understand how you could be bored with a job like this! There's always
something going on! Do you know where I was two seconds ago? I just had tea
with the Hatake Kakashi! You know--Japan's number one model! Apparently,
he's going to be the cover of next month's magazine, and you two are a
stimulant to boost Hiroto's Progress away from being strictly a 'gay' magazine
and catering toward straight females as well."
Sasuke smirked.
"Is tea all you had with Kakashi-sama?"
Naruto was
confused, completely missing the insinuation. "Well, I mean...we did have
some jelly doughnuts. I can go get you some if you want... Are you
hungry?"
"Not right
now. Besides," Sasuke adopted a sarcastic tone, "food is the bane of
a model's existence."
"Whatever,
I'll go get us some pizza. You should get on that set now and"--he adopted
a stereotypically gay tone--"work it!"
Sasuke shook his
head before making his way to the set. Sand was sprinkled all over the ground
and with the background, it really did seem as if they
were at the beach. A large fan was set up to Sasuke's right so that his hair
blew gently across his face.
Naruto watched
as Sasuke stretched out on the ground on his stomach, his legs in the air
crossed at the ankles, and his head balanced on one arm. Even though it was
just a bathing suit, because it was on Sasuke's body, it looked fantastic. When
Sasuke winked seductively at the camera, Naruto had to turn around, unable to
watch. He went back to Kakashi-san's dressing room, breathing more heavily than
normal.
However, the way
Kakashi was dressed, "provocative" didn't even come close to
describing it. "Naruto-kun," he said, inwardly smirking at the
lust-filled glaze over his sparkling blue eyes, "can I help you with
something?"
"U--Uh,
yeah... I--" Naruto shook his head, trying to clear it of all sexual
thoughts. When he opened his eyes, he felt a little better. "Yeah, I was
wondering if I could bring some pizza to Sasuke. He should be getting hungry
pretty soon."
"Pizza is
the bane of--"
"--All
models, yeah, I know."
"I was
going to say 'pores.'" Kakashi's eyes were captivating, and Naruto didn't
trust himself to say anything. The silver-haired model handed Naruto two boxes
of pizza with a wink.
Naruto turned to
leave but turned around, deciding to ask a question that had plagued him since
he first saw the model at his debut several years ago. "Uh,
Kakashi-san...why do you always wear that mask?"
"Because
the mystery of what might lie underneath makes me all that more desirable. Now go bring
your knight in shining armor his feast."
Naruto snorted. "Whatever, Kakashi-san."
"Catch you
later, Naruto-kun."
Halfway back to
Sasuke's dressing room, he passed esteemed erotic novelist Jiraya dressed only
in a towel. He winked at Naruto before opening a door to one of the female
model's dressing rooms. "You called...?" Naruto didn't stand around
to hear the answer and practically ran the rest of the way back to Sasuke's
dressing room.
Forgetting to
knock, Naruto opened the door and stood in shock as he stared at Sasuke, who
had been undressing and was currently nude. "O--Oh,
S--Sasuke! G--Gomen, gomen, gomen! I was just
bringing this pizza--"
Sasuke had
quickly jumped to hide behind the dressing screen, namely to hide the blush
that had coated his entire body. His secret crush had seen him naked! What was
he going to do?
To his horror,
Naruto didn't leave. On the contrary, he sat down at the desk and began
exploring the room. "This is a nice place you've got here," said
Naruto as he examined some of the furniture. "And I don't think I've ever
seen so many outfits in my life!"
Sasuke slid on a
pair of boxers before coming out from behind the screen, hoping his blush had
faded enough where Naruto wouldn't notice it. He didn't trust himself to speak
as he pulled on his next outfit. He jumped when the door opened again and
Fumi-san entered the dressing room.
"Ah!
Naruto-kun, there you are!" she chirruped. "Hiroto-san wants you in
the next shot with Sasuke!"
Naruto pointed
to himself confusedly. "What? Me? But...I'm not a model! Besides, what
does he want me to do?"
Fumi winked.
"It's a se~cret~!"
"Oh."
Fumi-san tossed
him an outfit that complemented the colors of Sasuke's outfit and left the
room. Without hesitating and barely waiting for the door to close all the way,
Naruto had already stripped down to his boxers and was pulling on the clothes.
He glanced in the mirror and grimaced. "I don't need to wear any make-up,
do I? And what about my hair...? I styled it this
morning, but is it okay--?"
Sasuke rolled
his eyes. "You sound like a girl, worrying about your hair. You're fine. Just
put on a little foundation so you won�t appear washed out."
Having finished
getting dressed, Sasuke grabbed some face powder and quickly applied it before
pulling the blonde back out into the studio. The pair
found themselves back in New York City. Several spotlights were shining
directly on them, but the rest of the room was dark, simulating the night.
Because of the bright lights, the pair weren�t able to see beyond five feet in
front of their noses.
"Hi~ro~to-saaan!!" Naruto
called. "I'm ready!! What do you want me to
do?"
Hiroto appeared
out of the dark and said, "I just want you two to act as you normally
would with each other...as boyfriends."
Naruto and
Sasuke's jaws dropped.
"Wh--What?" Sasuke snapped.
"We--We're
not, you know--together!" Naruto argued, waving his hands back and forth
in front of him. "We're just friends!"
Hiroto's face
fell. "Oh." He recovered, and the smile was back. "Well, I'm
sorry for the misunderstanding, but you have to understand that you make a very
cute couple--from a photographer's perspective, at the very least. Please...just
humor me. Naruto-kun, I'll pay as well, of course, for your work here
today."
Naruto glanced
at Sasuke. "Well, how about it? You mind?"
Sasuke's heart
began to beat very fast. This was his chance! Even though it was only pretend
for maybe thirty minutes, he felt as if his every dream were coming true!
However, he kept
his emotions in check and outwardly merely shrugged. "Sure, why not? I
mean, what's the big deal?"
"That's the
spirit!" chirruped Hiroto gleefully. "Now, remember, act cute!"
At once, he disappeared into the darkness beyond the spotlights and cameras
flashing.
Naruto rubbed
the back of his head. "I'm kind of nervous. I've never done anything like
this before."
"Me neither,"
said Sasuke breathlessly.
"..."
Naruto's brow wrinkled in confusion. "I was talking about the photo
shoot."
"O--Oh."
"What were
you talking about?"
'Dating
fantastically gorgeous men,' Sasuke thought. "Oh, I don't know. I
meant...with the lights and all. I've never done a nighttime photo shoot. Here,
just relax and be yourself. Pretend the cameras aren't even there."
"That's not
that hard," he said, shading his eyes against the spotlight, unable to see
the photographers beyond.
Sasuke laughed,
and Naruto turned toward the beautiful sound, grinning. There was a flash from
a camera to their right, perfectly capturing the moment. Naruto blushed.
"I wasn't ready!" he called.
"Just be yourself," Sasuke whispered, taking hold of Naruto's
hands. "Don't look at the cameras. Only look at me."
There was a
spark between them when their eyes met, neither able to look away, black
obsidian meeting ocean cerulean. Naruto wouldn't have been able to stop himself
even if he wanted to as his eyes slid closed and his lips moved forward,
meeting Sasuke's halfway. He paid no attention to what seemed like one hundred
cameras going off at once as his hands wrapped around Sasuke's waist and pulled
until their bodies were flesh against one another. Sasuke entwined his fingers
into those golden locks and held on for dear life.
Sasuke gasped
when he felt a small nip at his lower lip, and Naruto's tongue gleefully slid
inside. It was met by Sasuke's, and the two appendages
massaged one another. Sasuke began grinding into Naruto, who moaned and tried
his best to tongue-fuck the slightly shorter man.
"While this
is definitely something erotic," came Sasawa-san's bemused voice, "we
don't have a whole lot of time left, and I would appreciate it if you two tried
some different...poses."
Naruto and
Sasuke broke apart, both blushing deeply. Sasuke tried to take charge of the
situation, trying to ignore the arousal coursing through his body. 'It's just a
photo shoot,' he told himself, willing his erection to die down. 'We're just
friends...'
"Uh,
poses..." Sasuke realized he had never been in a photo shoot with another
person and quickly tried to think up some poses. "Uh, here, stand behind
me and put your arms around my shoulders--"
Juria-san came
out of the shadows and fixed up the pose a little. "No, put your arms like
this, Sasuke, and Naruto, you need to relax! You're stiffer than a plank
of wood!"
Naruto's own
plank of wood was rather stiff, which was why he was so rigid. If he stood the way Juria-san wanted him to, his erection would be
pressed directly against Sasuke's ass. He would die if Sasuke knew the
kiss had made him hard! He could almost imagine Sasuke running out of the
studio, shouting things like, "Pervert!" and, "We're no longer
friends!"
However, when
Juria hit him in the side of the head for not relaxing, he gave in. Sasuke
tensed up for a moment when he felt Naruto pressed into him, but with one
warning glance from Juria, he relaxed, too.
"Now,
Naruto-kun," Juria continued, "place your
lips lightly against Sasuke's neck--like that, yeah." She backed up beyond
their range of sight and took a picture.
Sasuke leaned
into the warmth that was Naruto, falling for him fast. He closed his eyes as
Naruto used his lips and tongue to caress his neck and jaw softly. He reached
around behind him and pulled Naruto even closer. A soft moan escaped his lips
as Naruto ground softly into him.
"Aaaand scene!" Juria called.
The two boys
snapped back to reality, and Naruto took a quick step backward. Sasuke felt
very cold once the warmth was gone. The lights came on, and they felt very
uncomfortable making eye contact with anyone.
"Very
good work, boys!" Hiroto called, approaching them. "Naruto-kun,
you're a natural at modeling! Here's my card. I'll call you. Sasuke, we want a
few more pictures, but I think we've already kept you long enough. Can you come
back tomorrow?"
Sasuke nodded,
not trusting himself to speak.
"What about
you, Naruto-kun?"
"What? Oh, I, uh... Actually, I can't make it tomorrow. I have to
work. I work all day, every day until Friday."
"What a
shame..." Hiroto shook their hands before excusing himself. "I have
another group of people coming in in another hour,
and I have to get this set ready. You understand, of course. I'll see you
tomorrow, Sasuke-kun, Kisame-san."
Naruto and
Sasuke didn't say a word to each other all the way back to the apartments.
Kisame, on the other hand, was quite chatty. He had the partition up so the two
boys couldn't hear his conversation over the phone with Itachi. He relayed
every detail that had taken place to the elder Uchiha. Itachi listened with
cold amusement as he began plotting his younger brother's demise.
"Perfect,"
he said, cackling. "Everything is going perfectly! My brother has
completely fallen for that moron, which means he'll fall even harder when I
take him away."

Phew! I wrote
this entire thing on WordPad! You know why? Because I'm cheap! My trial version of Microsoft Office
ended like a week ago and I've been too lazy to run down to Wal-Mart and pick
up a copy. I was going to grab a copy while I was in Tallahassee at the FSU
bookstore (because it was like $60 as opposed to $100, plus I had a coupon!),
but they were all sold out. Booo!!!
Never write on WordPad. It sucks. Once you go spell check, you never go back.

Fun little side
story: I modeled Naruto in the limo after my friend Ben and the�well, about
twentieth time he�d ever been on a charter bus. The second he sat down, he pushed
every button in sight (including the ones in front of us, behind us, across
from us�) for nearly ten minutes before I finally grabbed him and made him sit
still. :) Oh, and then I was with him the first time he had ever been in a
limo, but we both pushed every button. And, like Naruto, I picked up the empty
decanters and pretended to get drunk. It was pretty amazing.
:)

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