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Earth Angel	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Shikamaru/Neji Views: 1488 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Daytime Angels….

Shikamaru sighed, pencil lightly touching the paper he was supposed to be doing his homework upon. His dark eyes glanced to the clock sitting peacefully on his desk and he raised a curious, dirty eyebrow at the time. He turned his head to the closed bathroom door in his room, still hearing the running of a showerhead from within. The Nara wasn’t sure why he was so fidgety, or why he would care about the length of the shower. It was probably no different in the way his angel showered at home.

He gazed at his clock once more before setting down his pencil. For whatever reason, the time was too distracting for him.

It was later in the evening. Neji had wound up coming to Shikamaru’s house, since he didn’t want his uncle to see him in such a “deplorable state” and he needed his car. The older teen had been fussy about getting into his legal guardian’s very nice convertible covered in mud and water, so Shikamaru had to call his dad to pick them up in the old beater truck while Shikaku, after almost half an hour of arguing with the Hyuga, drove the speedy car to the house.

‘Twenty-five minutes,’ Shikamaru thought, moving to sit on his unmade bed. ‘Does it really take that long to shower?’ The mud on his skin had completely dried, as all he had on was a pair of pajama pants. Once they arrived home, Shikaku told the teens that it would be smart just to go straight to the laundry room and remove the dirty clothing, lest they wanted to get screeched at for getting the carpet dirty.

Thankfully, Yoshino was out of town for the next few days, visiting a sister or something, Shikamaru wasn’t really paying attention. Being the technical “host,” however, he had offered that his angel shower first. He was starting to regret that decision.

Shikamaru leaned back onto the pillows and gazed up at the ceiling. Lightning flashed by the window a few times, rain continuing to pour down heavily. Neji had called his uncle and told him he’d be staying with the Nara’s that night, insisting he needed to stay to “clear something up with his right fielder.”

He turned onto his side as another sigh left him. He feared the issue would never be dropped.

“Nara!”

His angel’s voice from the bathroom made Shikamaru jump. He cautiously walked to the door, not sure if he should enter… or that it would be a good idea to enter, for surely he’d see the man he dreamed of covered in soap and water, hair clinging to his pale flesh like second a second skin, pale eyes gazing at him seductively as he reached out a hand, silently asking Shikamaru to join—.

“Shikamaru Nara!”

He jumped again, clearing his throat and shoving the fantasy into the back of his mind for later. “What is it?” he almost shouted through the door.

“Could you come in here for a second?”

Shikamaru’s heart began to pound at the question; his cheeks feeling a bit warm as he asked, “Why?”

“I need you to help me with something.”

‘…oh, god,’ his mind whispered, immediately pulling up past imaginings of the older teen saying that exact sentence with… sexual intentions.

Shikamaru sighed heavily, trying his best to calm his racing pulse and force the color away from his face; this was reality. Neji Hyuga would never want anything like that from him and that was the sad truth to his situation. Promising himself to look only at his angel’s face, Shikamaru opened the door to the bathroom.

The tiny room was filled with steam, water still cascading down from the showerhead as a fuzzy outline of the older teen moved on the other side of the shower curtain. Not that Shikamaru was afraid of his angel’s naked body; he’d seen the other nude before, with the showers and everything. It was just the fact that not only was Neji naked, but he was naked in Shikamaru’s house, in his bathroom! He never thought something like that would ever happen.

Slowly, the Nara made his way to the shower, politely clearing his throat so he wouldn’t startle his guest. “H-Hyuga?” he asked, his heart jumping in shame at his stutter.

Neji poked his head out from behind the plastic barrier into the shower. “Took you long enough, Nara. Get those pants off and get in here,” he commanded before vanishing behind the curtain.

Now Shikamaru was extremely nervous. Did his angel want to… shower with him? He swallowed thickly at the thought, but did as he was told; slowly pulling his loose garments passed his hips to fall swiftly to his feet. He removed the tie from his hair, a bit agitated when his dirty locks almost stayed in the exact same position as he carefully stepped into the shower.

The older teen had his back to him, but turned his head to give him a glare. “I don’t suppose you could get the crap out of my hair, since it was you who got it full of mud, Nara.”

Shikamaru chuckled. “You started it,” he mumbled, taking small steps to stand directly behind the paler man. He began picking out little bits of leaves and twigs and the occasional tiny stone from his angel’s dark locks, right on the back of his head.

Neji released a small, frustrated sigh. “I don’t see why you don’t take the first base position, Nara… you’re already acting like you play it,” he added quietly.

A dark eyebrow rose on his forehead, stopping his search for more debris in the team captain’s hair for a moment. “And what does that mean?”

The older teen shrugged. “Nothing, really. Usually, the first baseman is the one to push the captain into doing stupid things; for instance having a mud war like some kind of ten-year-old.”

Shikamaru lightly scowled. “You know, Neji Hyuga, just because you’re the baseball captain, a junior in high school, and sixteen doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun. I think I got it all.”

Cream colored hands, lightly tinged pink from the hot water, reached up and ran through dark, wet tresses. “I’m going to be seventeen this summer, Nara. I’ve got to start acting like an adult so people will take me seriously.” He turned to face the younger teen, fingers still checking his hair for anything missed.

“That still doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun,” the dirtier of them retorted before sighing in defeat. “But I’m not going to tell you how to live. Are you finally done? Can I take my shower now?”

Neji rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure, just don’t be all evening, Nara, we’ve got things to talk about.” He moved to step out of the shower, but his foot slid on the wet, tiled floor.

Shikamaru reacted on reflex, immediately reaching out and wrapping his arms around a slender waist to pull the older teen flush against his naked body before he could fall.

A few silent moments passed, the teens looking at each other with widened eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. Shikamaru could feel hot air against his face, dark orbs locked onto paler ones, nude bodies pressed against each other. He bit his bottom lip, trying to keep himself under control. The wet skin beneath his fingers was silky smooth and he ached to feel more.

“Uh, thanks, Nara,” his angel whispered, pale hands gently grasping his shoulders. “You… you can let go now.”

Shikamaru blinked. ‘Oh fuck!’ his mind screamed as he withdrew his arms from the older teen’s body. “Right, uh… sorry, Hyuga.” His dark eyes gazed down at the floor of the shower, watching with mute fascination as the water ran to the drain.

A heavy sigh left Neji. “Ballplayers,” he mumbled before finally stepping out of the shower and leaving the Nara alone with nothing but lukewarm water behind.

He showered in silence, quickly ridding his body of mud and washing dirt from his hair. Shikamaru finished just in time, the water turning ice cold as he shut it off and stepped out of the stall. Grabbing the only towel available, he dried himself at a leisurely pace, hoping to high heaven that what he did hadn’t tipped off the older teen. That was one conversation he definitely did not want to have.

Putting on his pajama pants once more, Shikamaru emerged from the bathroom and accompanied his stoic guest, now dressed in a pair of the Nara’s sleeping khakis and plain white tank top, downstairs for supper.

Shikaku gave the young men a bright smile as they sat at the table and placed pizza before them. “Eat up!” The meal went by pretty normally by Shikamaru’s opinion, his father mostly just asking the Hyuga about his family and interests. He did get the suspicious feeling that the conversation was leading somewhere he really did not want it to go, but Shikamaru let it be; nobody was really talking to him anyway.

Several slices later, he was topping off the last of the soda when his father asked another question.

“So, Neji, got anyone special in your life?”

Shikamaru was very impressed with himself at being able to avoid choking on the fluid in his mouth, but wasn’t so lucky with the bit of color that rose onto his cheeks.

The older teen seemed to be unaffected as he answered, “Baseball is my life, Nara-san. I really don’t have the time for anything else.”

Trying to ignore the slight painful twist within his chest, Shikamaru quickly stood from his chair. “Excuse me,” he whispered, walking away, not really interested in listening to his angel’s many reasons as to why he didn’t want to have a relationship.

“Where are you going?” Shikaku asked when he reached the door to the living room only a few feet away. “Hasn’t your mother told you that it’s rude to leave a guest behind?”

Shikamaru turned, quite irritated at the smug, knowing expression on his father’s face before answering, “I’m going to set up some sleeping space for my ‘guest’ in my room. Is the foldable cot still in the basement?”

Shikaku rolled his eyes. “Nonsense, Neji and you can fit in your bed. Besides, that cot was put down there for a reason; we still haven’t gotten a new mattress for it yet.” His amused expression turned to the Hyuga sitting beside him, looking completely indifferent. “We used to have Shikamaru sleep in a cot as a kid; poor guy was a chronic bed-wetter until he was six!”

“Dad!!” Shikamaru shouted, glaring at his father and feeling his face burn. “Don’t tell him that!”

“Why not?” the older Nara asked around a chuckle. “It’s not like I told him about the time when you ran around the neighborhood in the buff because you got so scared watching that ghost movie and ran out of the house in the middle of a shower, claiming a ghost had just opened the bathroom window.”

“Shut up, Dad!”

Neji laughed a little, sending a pleasing shudder up Shikamaru’s spine at the beauty of the sound while simultaneously increasing the color on his cheeks, the heat spreading back to his ears. “And how old was he then?” his angel asked with a smile.

Shikaku’s grin widened to an evil smile. “It was last summer.”

‘I’m going to kill him,’ Shikamaru thought as he walked back over to the table and grabbed the other teen’s arm. “Come on, Hyuga, you’re coming with me.”

“Aww, we were talking just fine, son,” his father complained as his teenage son practically pulled the paler man from his seat, “There’s no need to take him away.”

The younger Nara glared at his parent from the door. “I’m not leaving him alone with you.” He quickly pulled his angel from the room and immediately went to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. “Damn dad,” he whispered.

“I quite like your father,” Neji commented, sitting himself on the bed and giving Shikamaru an amused smirk, “he is very informative.”

“Dad and his fucking pranks,” Shikamaru added, crossing his arms and turning to lean against the plank of wood separating his room from the hallway. It had been his father who rigged the stupid window to open on its own and cause weird noises throughout the house that day.

Several minutes of silence passed as Shikamaru glared at the floor, trying desperately to figure out a way to get back at his father for saying such private things to someone who was practically a stranger. The older teen, however, seemed to be completely ignorant of his planning.

“Nara, we really need to talk about this first base thing.”

Shikamaru sighed heavily, running a hand through his still damp hair. “Look, I just need some more time to think about it okay? It really isn’t an easy decision.”

After a moment, Neji nodded in agreement. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”

The younger of them merely nodded as he walked over to the small television sitting on a table across from his bed. Grabbing the remote, Shikamaru turned it on and sat on the mattress. “What do you like to watch, Hyuga?”

“I don’t watch TV a whole lot; I’m much too busy for it,” said teen replied, settling himself beside his host.

Shikamaru shrugged and turned the channel to one of his favorite programs and calmly sat back to watch. Occasionally, Neji would ask questions about the show, but they remained silent for the most part.

A few hours later, the Nara got up from his very comfortable position on the bed as his father knocked on his door. He opened it, a bit curious as to why Shikaku didn’t just barge in, as he was prone to do and had done in the past. “What is it, Dad?” Shikamaru asked.

His father had a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he ushered his son outside his room. He followed and shut the door when asked, still wondering why his father was acting so strange.

“It’s almost time for bed,” Shikaku stated, glancing at the clock on the wall.

The younger Nara shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

His male parent fidgeted a little, one hand reaching into his jeans pocket and fiddling with something inside it. “Look, I just want you to be safe, Shikamaru.” His dark eyes gazed at his son with a heavy seriousness that had Shikamaru raising an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about, Dad? Are you feeling all right? You look a bit flushed.”

The color across his cheeks deepened a little as he pulled out the item within his pocket, hiding it inside his fist. “Just take this, Shikamaru,” Shikaku gently commanded, holding out his fisted hand to his son.

Feeling just a little bit cautious, Shikamaru held out a wary hand to catch the item in his father’s grasp. It landed in his open palm without a sound, his dark eyes widening considerably and blood rushed to his own cheeks. Shikamaru glared at his father, trying to keep his voice down as he exclaimed, “Dad! What the fuck would I need a condom for?!”

Shikaku placed his hands on his hips, very much resembling the teen’s female parent. “It’s for sex, Shikamaru. You are not having unprotected sexual relations while under this roof, young man! Especially since your mother and I use them!”

“Ew, gross!” Shikamaru almost shouted, dropping the air tight package and immediately wiping his hand upon his pants. Taking a deep breath, he looked sternly at his father. “Okay Dad, number one: I do not plan on having sex with anybody, especially Neji Hyuga. He is out of my league. Number two: if I was going to have sex, I think I would go out and buy my own condoms and not use ones that came out of a box from my parents’ nightstand!”

“Dresser, Shikamaru, we keep them in the top drawer of the dresser.”

The teen slapped a hand over his face; the mental images were not very appealing and his father was not helping. “Whatever!”

“Besides,” Shikaku went on, a small smile coming to his lips and a surge of pride puffed out his chest, “the brand we use is probably the kind you’ll need.”

Shikamaru continued to glare, not really sure that he wanted to keep this conversation going. “What do you mean?”

The older man’s smile broadened, leaning in close to his son. “They’re the ‘extra large’ size, and the most comfortable extra large I’ve ever had.” At his son’s stunned silence, he continued, “Oh, come on, Shikamaru, I know you must have inherited my… physical endowment! When you were a baby, your dingus was the same size as a five-year-olds!”

“Oh god, Dad, shut up!” He grabbed the knob to his door and swung it open. “Good night!” Shikamaru damn near shouted before almost slamming the piece of wood in his father’s face.

Neji looked at him with a dark eyebrow raised high on his forehead. “Problem?”

The younger teen released a long sigh before shaking his head. “Not at all. My dad just wanted us to go to bed soon.”

The Hyuga nodded and turned off the television. “That’s fine with me. I’m tired anyway.”

A smug smirk touched Shikamaru’s lips as he turned off the lights while his angel climbed into bed. “Well, nagging someone and having a mud fight will do that.” He could feel the other’s glare as he neared the bed in the darkness.

“I wouldn’t have to nag if you’d just be more open in telling me how you feel, Nara.”

Shikamaru swallowed hard as he joined his angel under the covers, laying on his side and giving the older teen his back. “Whatever, Hyuga. Good night.” He heard Neji release a heavy sigh of frustration as he also lied down.

For a long time, Shikamaru stared into the darkness of his room. His heart was pounding frantically in his chest and his mind just would not calm down. Thoughts kept racing through his head, still amazed that such a thing could have happened; his angel was in his bed! Although he knew it was nothing sexual, the Nara couldn’t help but quietly imagine the paler teen curling up to him, whispering softly into his ear as a stray hand would roam down to his waist. He sighed silently, trying to get the heat pooling around his groin to disperse. Perhaps this had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have given his angel the bed while he took the floor. That would have been better than staying up all night with an almost overwhelming need to roll over and wrap his arms around the man beside him.

It could have been the ultimate reason why Shikamaru wasn’t falling asleep, fearing he might do something he’d regret while in slumber land and awake to a traumatized and pissed-off Neji Hyuga. Not a good situation to be in.

The body behind him shifted. “Hey, you sleeping?” his angel’s voice whispered.

The younger teen blinked. Had the one he secretly loved sensed something from him? “…no,” he answered, hesitantly.

“Could… could I ask you a question?”

Shikamaru raised a curious eyebrow to the darkness he was staring at. Was it just him or did Neji seem a bit nervous? Neji Hyuga never got nervous, or if he did he certainly didn’t show it. What in the world could be wrong with him? “…I guess,” the Nara answered, “but don’t be surprised if I don’t know the answer.”

There was a moment of silence from the older teen before his very soft voice reached the younger teen’s ears. “Shikamaru,” said teen tensed at how gloriously angelic his name sounded falling from those lips, “what… what do you know about… sex?”
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