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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Author's note: As mentioned before this particular chapter is somewhat longer than the others LOL I hadn't realised just how long it had become until I finished it and looked it over ^^;
Warnings: some angst; mature content; time skip
I hope you'll like this chapter!
Chapter 5
"So it will happen on Friday," Gaara said flatly and he narrowed his eyes a bit.
Naruto licked his lips and nodded, bobbing his left foot up and down nervously. "Yeah, my peak is at the end of the month, so." Half-heartedly he shrugged and took a sip of his orange flavoured tea.
After keeping track of his temperature for a whole month, he had discovered that his fertility level peaked for four days at the end of the month.
With that in mind, he and Sakura had figured out when his next peak would be, so that Sasuke would know when to keep his schedule free. If their calculations were correct, then Friday would be the first day of his peak.
Naruto still kept track of his temperature, just to be certain, but there was no reason to doubt Sakura's calculations.
"At your place?" the red haired man asked bluntly.
Naruto nearly choked in his tea and gasped out, "Wh-what the hell, Gaara?"
His friend shrugged and offered a bland look. "Just want to know whether it's safe to visit or not."
"Oh my god," Naruto groaned embarrassed and buried his face in his hands; his cheeks feeling burning hot against his skin. "Yes, it's going to happen at my place."
Gaara blinked. "Why not his place?"
He seemed hell bent on embarrassing the hell out of Naruto today.
The blond lifted his head from his hands and glanced away; his cheeks on fire now. He probably resembled a tomato.
"Because it would be weird, okay," he huffed defensively.
Sasuke's bed was most likely more comfortable than his own lumpy, small one, but the idea of sleeping with Sasuke in the same bed he shared with his wife freaked Naruto out. He didn't think he would ever be able to look Sakura right in the eyes again if he had sex with her husband in their bed.
That was just … no. Just no.
"Are you going to be okay?" Gaara asked softly and worry lurked deeply in his eyes.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Naruto questioned confused.
A dark red eyebrow rose up. "It's not every day you're going to sleep with your friend to carry his child."
Was Naruto just imagining the odd infliction Gaara had put on the word 'friend'? He shifted uncomfortably on the black, leather couch. He had never told anyone that he had feelings for Sasuke; it would have brought problems for him. His friends weren't gossipers, but he still didn't want to take any risks. Gaara, however, had always been very perceptive – even more than Sasuke. It wouldn't be that farfetched to think that his friend had picked up his feelings for Sasuke. Embarrassing as fuck and even quite shameful, but not farfetched.
He wasn't going to admit it before Gaara breached the topic, though.
"I'll be fine," he replied dismissively. Before the other man could continue questioning him, he hastily said, "So I've heard that Temari-san is back with Shikamaru?"
Gaara narrowed his eyes slightly – the look on his face conveying that he knew Naruto was trying to distract him – but relented and grunted in affirmation. "More like she bullied him into getting back together with her."
Naruto chuckled and the next few hours flew by with exchanging stories about their friends before the blond returned home.
'I'm on my way'
That simple message sent Naruto's heart skyrocketing and he froze, staring down at his cell phone like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
"Fuck," he muttered and ran his hands through his hair; a surge of panic causing him to pull on some locks, the slight sting barely penetrating through the haze of panic.
This was it then. In just an hour he would have sex for the first time with Sasuke. This would be their first attempt at impregnating him.
Fidgeting, he cast another look at his bedroom and heaved a sigh; his stomach clenching in response to the nerves spreading through his system. After having taught his last class, he had gone home immediately and had cleaned up his bedroom. His dirty laundry was put in a basket; his desk put to order; the futon aired out … He had even changed the sheets. Next to the futon, an unopened bottle of lubrication was waiting to be used and he released a strangled sound as the question whether or not he should prepare himself in advance suddenly shot through his head.
How awkward would it be if Sasuke was the one who prepared him? Would Sasuke even be willing to prepare him? Which also begged the question: would they even have foreplay?
He stilled and rubbed the back of his neck, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. In his fantasies starring Sasuke – which he had frequently to his utmost shame – his dark haired friend was all too eager to prepare him, but the blond reminded himself that reality stood far apart from his fantasies. For one, in reality they weren't in love with each other – at least Sasuke wasn't.
Maybe – maybe it would be easier if he prepared himself now. That would get rid of at least some of the awkwardness. He hoped.
He lied down on the futon and shoved his sweatpants and underwear down. He twisted the cap off the bottle and poured a liberal amount of the clear, cool, thick fluid on his fingers; deftly ignoring the tremor going through his arm.
Resting his feet on the futon, he raised his legs and let them fall open in a V-shape. Blood thrumming in his veins, he bit his lip and forced himself to relax his inner muscles, a hiss escaping him as he slid one slick finger inside. It had been a while since he last finger fucked himself and he rubbed his rim first, spreading the lubrication, before his hole swallowed his finger completely. He tensed up a bit, having surprised himself with how quickly he had sunk in the first finger, but relaxed again, ignoring the slight burning sensation. Rubbing his finger against his sensitive walls made him shiver and his cock twitched with interest.
One finger was far from enough; Naruto didn't know how gifted his best friend was, but one finger would certainly not be enough. His middle finger joined his index one and his breath left him with a soft 'whoosh'; his blood rushing filled his ears as he tried not to lose himself in the moment. He was preparing himself for Sasuke and not enjoying a wanking session. That didn't stop his mind from conjuring up a fantasy which had him and Sasuke together in the shower, but the blond reasoned that would help speed up his preparation.
Two fingers forced his entrance to stretch more and his inner muscles clamped tightly down around the invasion, drawing the two digits further inside. He rolled his hips slightly as he started to spread his fingers, stretching his entrance wider. His muscles rippled around him as he scissored his fingers and he muffled a moan when the tips of his fingers accidentally grazed his prostate. The urge to keep touching that spot and blow his load now was big, but he forced himself to stop continuing thrusting against his sweet spot.
Thrusting his fingers inside once, twice, thrice more, he eventually pulled them out, leaving his entrance stretched and empty.
Naruto eventually deemed himself prepared enough and withdrew his fingers completely, leaving him feeling empty. He swallowed heavily and squirmed at the sensation of emptiness, annoyed by it.
He almost fell off the futon from shock when his ears registered the familiar sound of Sasuke's Mercedes approaching his apartment building.
"Shit!" Flailing around gracelessly, he hastily slipped his sweatpants back on and stumbled to the door, praying that he didn't look as red as he felt.
Wait, had he put the cap back on the bottle?
Before he could bolt to his room again, Sasuke knocked loudly on the door; the sound seemed to echo through his entire apartment.
Feeling as though he had been caught doing something wrong, Naruto hesitatingly opened the door.
Sasuke was still wearing his business attire – including his briefcase, the blond noted dumbfounded.
"Are you going to let me in or not?" Sasuke asked impatiently; a faint scowl marring his face.
Somewhere there was a dirty joke to be found in his inquiry, but Naruto merely stepped aside, distracted by the sight of the charcoal grey suit.
"Why are you still dressed like that?" he asked curiously, waving offhandedly at the suit. "Didn't you change at your place?"
Sasuke dropped the briefcase next to the couch and placed his jacket neatly over the arm of the chair. "I didn't go home," he replied and raised an eyebrow. "I drove here from work."
The blond cocked his head to the right and rubbed his right ankle with his left foot. "Have you called Sakura-chan to let her know that you'll be home later then?"
"She isn't home; she had to leave for a conference this morning," Sasuke informed him idly, loosening his tie. "She'll be back next Wednesday."
"She didn't mention she had a conference," Naruto muttered faintly; his heart summersaulted in his chest. If Sakura wouldn't be home for nearly a week, would Sasuke stay here then? They had done that before – but back then they weren't planning to have sex.
Tension coiled inside his stomach like a slumbering snake and he wasn't certain whether he wanted Sasuke to stay.
Well, he did want that – he just wasn't certain whether him staying would be a good idea.
The dark haired man shrugged. "It was rather last minute. One of her colleagues is sick and she has to replace her."
"Ah," Naruto muttered and scratched his left arm nervously.
Somehow the news of Sakura's whereabouts made him tense up, his stomach contracting and seemingly flipping around. He didn't know why the news unsettled him. Maybe it was because she acted like some kind of barrier: a reminder that Naruto wasn't anything more than a best friend and currently their surrogate.
With Sakura out of town – how would the evening end?
"Are you okay?" Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows and removed his tie. "You don't look so good."
"Talk about flattering," Naruto snorted and briskly shook his head to clear his mind, ignoring the scowl the dark haired man directed at him. "I'm fine, just … Let's start, okay?" He breathed out noisily and took a step towards his bedroom, beckoning his friend with a jerky nod.
Fuck, he had thought he had experienced the worst case of nerves during his job interviews, but this situation was at least a hundred times worse.
He had also severely underestimated the awkwardness that would arise when he closed the door behind them. It was silly to close this particular door when they were the only ones in his apartment, but he was too frazzled to really think about it.
Taking a deep breath – though that did nothing to steady himself – he turned to face Sasuke, who was regarding him with an unreadable look.
"So, let's just – gettheseoff," Naruto rushed through the last part of the sentence and whipped off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. With trembling fingers he undid the knot in the strings of his sweatpants and shoved them down, letting the fabric pool around his bare feet.
His hands lingered at the waistband of his boxers before he dropped them, releasing a shuddering breath. He knew they would have to come off at some point, but an inexplicably shyness suddenly overtook him and he couldn't bring himself to take them off just yet.
When he looked up, he discovered Sasuke seated casually on the futon. Still in his shirt and black trousers.
"Eh, why are you still dressed?" Naruto questioned, a tad nervous.
"Just watching the show," Sasuke answered dryly; his eyes flickering over Naruto's body with an unreadable look.
"Just – shut up and get rid of your clothes," the blond huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Dark eyes rolled, but Sasuke unbuttoned his shirt; slender fingers dancing over the buttons. After shrugging it off and carelessly dumping it on the floor, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, standing up to let them pool around his ankles.
All this was done with a blank face and Naruto shifted his weight from one leg to the other, feeling inexplicably unsettled. It felt like he was intruding on his best friend and he gnawed at his lower lip.
"Ready." Sasuke sounded impatient and when Naruto turned back to look at him – and when had he looked away? – his cheeks abruptly felt like they were on fire and a strangled sound left him as he stared right at a completely naked Sasuke.
His best friend was all sinewy muscles and sculpted abs. The streetlight cast a faint orange glow on the expanse of pale skin. His entire form radiated tension as the dark haired man stood still under Naruto's scrutiny.
"Done gawking?" A thin eyebrow was raised sardonically.
Naruto spluttered, barely able to tear his gaze off of the older man's body. His imagination hadn't done Sasuke justice, clearly. "I just hadn't expected you to get naked immediately!"
"Getting naked is kind of required for this," Sasuke remarked and gave Naruto the by now well known 'Are you an idiot?' look.
"I know that," Naruto groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. "I just didn't - "
"Well, get on with it then," Sasuke sighed and sank back down on the futon. "Let's get this over with."
That … kind of stung. Naruto knew that realistically the chance of Sasuke being interested in him was slim to none, but … A small part of him had clung to the hope that his friend would at least show some interest. At the very least he had hoped that Sasuke wouldn't be completely apathetic.
He should have known better.
"Right," Naruto muttered and reminded himself that he was doing this for his best friends. Not for himself. He was merely a means to an end. It would do him well to keep that in mind, before he let himself be swept away.
He took a deep breath, hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled it down. Stepping out of it, he left it discarded on the floor next to his pile of clothes and made his way to the futon. He sat down next to Sasuke and a shock not unlike the one he got from static electricity went through him when their bare skin touched.
"So how do you want to do it?" Naruto questioned, clasping his hands around his raised knee; barely able to keep himself from bouncing his other leg. It didn't escape his notice that Sasuke had tensed up at his touch.
Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows. "I – suppose you need to be prepared?" He looked a bit uncomfortable and shifted restlessly.
Naruto licked his lips and, staring down at the sheets, he admitted, "That's – that's not necessary." He cleared his throat and continued with flushing cheeks, "I, eh, I prepared myself before you arrived."
Surprise crossed Sasuke's face and his eyes glanced down quickly before he looked away just as fast.
"Then I guess we can start," he muttered, still looking away.
"Right."
Cue awkward silence.
Naruto wanted to reach out, touch, but he was uncertain of how his touch would be received.
"Relaxing is a good start," Naruto joked feebly and Sasuke's fingers twitched. "Let's … Come. You can – here." Before Sasuke could pull away, the younger man snatched his hands and placed one on his left side and the other right above his bellybutton. "You can touch me, you know."
"I know." Sasuke scowled and regarded his hands with wary curiosity.
Nerves running rampant, Naruto hesitatingly reached out and ran his hand from Sasuke's right shoulder to his firm stomach, brushing over his nipple. He felt Sasuke tense up underneath his touch and his hand stilled as he warily studied Sasuke's face.
"Is – is this okay?" Naruto inquired, feeling awkward.
"I …" Sasuke frowned heavily and appeared to contemplate something as he stared – practically scowled – at the blond's chest.
Naruto flushed underneath the intense scrutiny and cleared his throat. "I just – I thought we could ease into it, you know? Make it easier?" He shrugged half-heartedly, but his heart was beating madly in his chest. He was hyper aware of Sasuke's proximity; the nerves in his hand tingled at the unexpected softness of Sasuke's skin. The contrast between the smooth, soft skin and the firm muscles right underneath was intriguing.
"It just … feels weird," Sasuke mumbled and cleared his throat. "But it's not like there's another way, so let's do this."
Sasuke sure knew how to make a guy feel special.
"Right," Naruto smiled, a bit strained.
Hands, smoother than he had expected, started exploring his chest and stomach tentatively. Thumbs brushed circles around his nipples, not actually touching them, before fingers slipped down to his stomach.
There was a brief pause and then slender digits traced the intricate design of his tattoo thoughtfully. The soft touch awakened something in Naruto and he swallowed; the sound too loud in the quiet room. It drew the attention of inquiring black eyes and the blond man offered a quick smile, before dropping his eyes on the expanse of pale skin, stretched tautly over firm muscles; determined to avoid the heavy gaze.
Still, being subjected to the scrutiny of those intense dark eyes made his heart flutter and his abdominal muscles contract and he hastily started running his hands – rougher than Sasuke's – over his friend's chest; caressing and stroking and exploring every inch of skin he discovered.
The sensation of skin as smooth as silk against his fingertips, the way muscles shifted and contracted and tensed underneath his touch … It made Naruto's breathing speed up and heat started to spread from his stomach to the rest of his body until even his toes tingled.
He became bolder, sweeping his hands more confidently over Sasuke's chest and back, tracing his spine lightly – earning him a scowl as the older man shivered – before going back to the front as a pair of slender but deceptively strong hands mapped out his own torso hesitatingly.
Touching each other like this, it was easy to get immersed in the situation, to forget why they were doing this. To imagine it was just them.
So caught up in the moment, it felt like a bucket of ice was abruptly thrown over him when his hands slipped down and instead of feeling Sasuke's hard cock pulsing, he was met with a limp dick which barely stirred when his fingers closed around it.
The haze he had fallen into was abruptly shattered and Naruto yanked his hand back; hot shame instantly filling him.
What had he expected? Of course Sasuke wouldn't react, he was completely straight! He was used to curves and soft skin, not flatness and rough skin.
Fuck, he was such an idiot! What the hell had he been thinking? Completely mortified, Naruto stared down at his own flushed cock which seemed to mock him. It didn't take long for him to become limp as well as shame set his body on fire.
So fucking stupid.
"Sorry," Sasuke broke the silence tersely. His jaw was clenched and he looked resolutely away. "I just … I'm not used to …"
"Yeah, I get it," Naruto cut him off and ran a hand through his hair. His stomach turned and he desperately hoped he wasn't going to throw up. He already felt humiliated enough. He knew Sasuke didn't mean it personally, but it was hard to not take his reaction – or more accurately his lack thereof – as a personal rejection.
"How are we …" Naruto trailed off, not wanting to piss off his friend, and an awkward silence descended between them.
The blond man fidgeted, rubbed his hands over his cheeks and stared at the futon; all too aware of the tense body radiating heat next to him. What were they supposed to do now? Without a reaction from Sasuke they couldn't proceed.
Maybe they should put it off until next month, but something told Naruto it wouldn't go better then either.
Doing it the medical way, through insemination, wouldn't work either.
The fact was that Sasuke couldn't get it up because Naruto was a man. No amount of waiting would fix that issue. It wasn't as if he could temporarily change into a woman after all.
Blue eyes travelled listlessly through the room, wondering what they could do now. How were they supposed to –
He stilled when his scarf caught his attention. It was thrown on top of a pile of books in the left corner. An idea formed in his mind and it was so ridiculous that he wanted to discard it, but it was their only solution. It would have to work.
"I – I think I have an idea," Naruto broke the heavy silence and swallowed, his cheeks prickling with heat. "I could – use my scarf as a blindfold and tie it around your eyes."
"What the fuck?" Sasuke barked and he whipped his head around to stare at the blond incredulously.
"It could work!" Naruto defended himself. "Maybe if you can't look at me, it will be easier."
"Naruto," Sasuke growled, his hands balling into fists on his thighs.
"Do you have a better idea?" the blond snapped; nerves high strung.
Sasuke glared, but remained silent.
"Thought so," Naruto muttered and rose up from the futon, padding over to the scarf. He snatched it off the books and returned to his friend, who was waiting tersely.
"Can I?" Naruto gripped the scarf tightly and looked questioningly at the older man.
Silently Sasuke bowed his head and allowed the blond to tie the makeshift blindfold around his eyes. The younger man fumbled with the cloth a bit longer, making sure that it wouldn't be too snug, but not too loose either. He stepped back and held three fingers in front of Sasuke.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, wanting to check just how much Sasuke could still see through the blindfold.
"None if you insist on asking stupid questions," Sasuke growled, clearly upset by the loss of his vision.
Blue eyes rolled exasperatedly and some of the tension drained out of the blond's body. "It wouldn't hurt you to answer, bastard."
"I don't know, two or so?" Sasuke huffed impatiently.
"Good enough," Naruto muttered and bit his lip. "Lie down."
For a moment it looked like the dark haired man would refuse simply to be contrary, but then he uttered a soft sigh and crawled backwards on the futon, so that he could lie down properly.
"Okay," Naruto whispered and his nerves worsened again. He licked his lips and hesitatingly sank down next to the pale man. "Just, you know, think about something else or so."
"A bit difficult to do that," Sasuke grumbled, but he only tensed slightly when Naruto shuffled closer and touched his stomach carefully.
He had to get Sasuke hard for this to work; would the same touches work now that the man could no longer see him? Maybe he would pretend it was –
Naruto shook his head and, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through him, he drew circles around Sasuke's bellybutton with one finger, watching how goose bumps formed on the pale skin. Not wanting to make Sasuke too ticklish, he made his caresses firmer, stroking his sides and thumbing at his nipples, watching them harden underneath his touch.
Sasuke shifted his legs restlessly, but didn't try to kick him away or push him off, so Naruto took that as a positive sign. His hands travelled downwards again, paying attention to the lower stomach area and slender fingers twitched in the blanket, before they stilled.
Still, the blond had noticed the miniscule move and softly caressed Sasuke's hipbones, feeling the hard bone underneath his thumbs. His hands travelled lower, skipping Sasuke's groin for now, and focused on the strong muscles in firm thighs which tensed and relaxed quickly, as if the older man wasn't entirely sure whether he liked the touch.
His fingers dug into strong thighs, the skin blooming a soft red before turning pale again, and he caressed and stroked the lower legs; his own heart thudding madly in his chest.
A soft sigh escaped his friend and Naruto's head shot up at the sound. Sasuke was breathing a bit deeper now and when Naruto's fingers danced across a particular spot right underneath Sasuke's left knee, he noticed the light twitch Sasuke's cock gave.
Heartened by the sight – so the blindfold was working! – Naruto brought his hands back up, nearing Sasuke's groin now.
Everything would be so much easier if we could kiss, Naruto thought, a tad miserable, a tad resentful. He knew he wasn't bad in bed; his previous partners certainly had never complained about his skills.
He had always liked kissing, liked driving his partners mad with his tongue and lips; it was an essential part in love making if you asked him.
But they couldn't kiss. This wasn't romantic, this wasn't for fun. Sasuke was married and they were doing this solely to get a baby out of it. He couldn't let himself forget that.
Roughly shaking his head – this was so not the time to get melancholic about this – he took a deep breath – whether to steady or prepare himself, he didn't know – and slowly, agonizingly slow, wrapped his hand around Sasuke's dick, wanting to coax it fully to life.
They both froze and there was a frown starting to pull down Sasuke's mouth before Naruto started moving his hand up and down, his thumb flicking over the head, which slowly became slick, while his other one drew nonsensical circles and shapes across Sasuke's chest and stomach. The blond hadn't realised how tense he had become until his shoulders slumped when he felt his friend responding to his touch. He had to shift a bit, kneeling on Sasuke's left side in order not to let either one of his hands slip, but he figured it out and before too long he finally got to hear Sasuke enjoying himself.
It started out with soft, almost inaudible sighs, little puffs that escaped him. The rustling of his hair against the futon and the restless shivering of his legs and arms against the blanket. A rose flush coloured his sharp cheekbones and pale rose lips parted. His chest rose up and down quicker than before and there was a faint sheen of sweat coating his skin.
No words were exchanged between them when Naruto eventually decided they were ready and he removed his hand, coaxing an unwilling whine out of the other man. Quickly he slathered some lubrication on Sasuke's cock and reapplied some to his entrance, slicking it up again.
Now or never, he thought and swallowed down a hysterical chuckle as he swung his left leg over Sasuke's hips, so that he ended up straddling the dark haired man.
For one brief moment it was as if they were suspended in time, both of them tense.
Then Naruto sank down, piercing himself open on his friend's erection, his hands on Sasuke's chest to balance himself, and he bit down savagely on his lower lip to keep any sounds from escaping. They had come so far already, it wouldn't do to rip Sasuke out of the trance he had fallen in.
He did have to pause for a few seconds to get used to the sensation of intrusion again and Sasuke hissed, his teeth glinting in the faint light pouring into the room. Naruto grimaced, unwillingly clenching his muscles tighter which led to Sasuke groaning so lowly the blond could have dismissed the sound as something happening outside. Sasuke was definitely bigger than he had anticipated, felt even bigger than in his hand, and it was literally a tight fit. He focused on his breathing, pushing his body to relax. He couldn't wait too long, but he didn't want to risk hurting himself either. This wasn't the only evening they had to spend together after all.
When he was relatively certain he would be able to move without hurting, he slowly rose up, bracing himself against Sasuke's shoulders and sank down again, pressing his lips tightly together to prevent any sound from leaving him. He set a slow, but deep rhythm, and felt himself stirring in interest when a particular push downwards caused Sasuke to hit a hidden spot. Well, there was no law that said he couldn't enjoy himself a bit, right?
Guilt simmering in the back of his mind, he tentatively allowed himself to enjoy the rocking, the smooth skin slick with sweat, muscles bunching and tensing underneath his touch; the way Sasuke's cock brushed teasingly against his prostate with every second thrust down. Their breathing was laboured, puncturing through the silence in the room and the occasional stifled moan left his friend, gritted through clenched teeth as if he didn't want to hear the sounds.
He probably didn't, come to think of it.
There was heat burning and spreading in his lower belly and his nerves tingled and sang with pleasure. He started moving quicker, chasing his elusive climax and was aware of strong legs tensing underneath his thighs; Sasuke's hips rising up to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock to go deeper. A groan bubbled in his throat, desperate to be released, as Sasuke kept jabbing his sweet spot and he instantly bit down on his right hand to shut up; the effort of keeping silent and the rhythm tiring him out quicker than expected. His thighs were trembling, the muscles in his calves strained, and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep going for much longer.
Then he exploded, white light filling his vision as he gasped; his hand snapping down to cover himself, catching his spunk, as he thought vaguely, stupidly, that Sasuke wouldn't appreciate being soaked by him.
Sasuke strained against him, little gasps escaping him, and hands shot out to grasp Naruto's hips tightly, making the blond wince as the pain pricked through the pleasured daze he had fallen in. He shivered when he felt something hot filling him, coating his inner walls, and then Sasuke sagged back down on the futon; black strands of hair plastered against his sweaty forehead, cheeks tinted a heavy rose.
Awareness flooded back into him like a bucket of cold water being dumped on him when a pale hand rose up and pushed the blindfold away. A sudden surge of panic and Naruto stumbled up right, wincing at the sensation of emptiness and the instant coldness now that he no longer felt Sasuke's skin against his own.
"I – I'm – going to take a shower," he stammered and hurried to the tiny bathroom as quick as he could, trying to ignore the ache spreading out in his lower back like a steadily growing fire.
The warm water didn't do anything to reduce the shivers which wrecked his body and he reluctantly shut the water off after ten minutes, figuring he was as clean as he was going to get now. That and Sasuke would probably want to take a shower as well and he couldn't take up all the hot water – even if this was his own apartment.
Sasuke was sitting up, his dark eyes unreadable when Naruto entered the room again. He was wearing his underwear again and the blindfold had been thrown near the wall.
"Shower's free," Naruto offered weakly, rubbing over the bridge of his nose. There was an awkward atmosphere hanging between them which grew heavier with every second that passed.
"Thanks," Sasuke muttered at long last and his shoulder brushed briefly against Naruto's when he walked past him on his way to the bathroom.
Gnawing on his lower lip, Naruto surveyed the futon carefully. All by all the damage was minimal; they had never been underneath the sheets, so the futon itself was fine. He did exchange the sheets quickly with new ones, dumping the crumpled ones in the furthest corner away from the futon.
His ears picked up the sound of the shower being shut off and in a sudden fit of panic, he practically jumped on the futon, sliding underneath the sheets and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He didn't know what Sasuke was planning to do now; would he stay or go home? Either way, it would be too awkward to talk to his friend now after – after what they had done.
He wasn't proud of acting like a coward, but he couldn't handle any sort of confrontation now. Not tonight. Not after what they had just done.
Heart beating madly, he inhaled and exhaled deeply, hoping it would be enough to fool Sasuke.
Feet padded their way over to the futon and halted behind him. "Really?" Sasuke sighed and clucked his tongue annoyed. "Should have known you would fall asleep fast."
There was a long moment when the other man didn't move and it took everything in Naruto not to freeze up and betray himself. His heartbeat was absurdly loud in his ears; so loud he wondered how it was possible the dark haired man couldn't hear it.
Sasuke tsk'd and then the futon dipped when he lowered himself next to Naruto, snatching a part of the sheets for himself. The vague noise of traffic in the distance filled the room until it was accompanied by the slow breathing of Sasuke next to him, indicating his best friend had fallen asleep.
Blue eyes opened, catching the light streaming inside from the moon, and a faint smile spread across his lips. A sliver of hope worked its way through him. Maybe Sasuke wasn't too bothered by sleeping with him after all.
If he was, surely he wouldn't go to sleep next to Naruto, right?
When Naruto woke up the next morning, Sasuke was gone.
AN2: I think this is the first time I've written such an awkward scene *blinks* Couldn't really be helped given the context.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
I'll see you all back on the second of June!
Cuddles
Melissa
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