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The Sitter	By : KitsuneArasi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from Naruto in any way. Nearly put out my eye with that ninjutsu game toy. -.-

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Part Eight: Stalling
-Your stall or mine?-
It shouldn't have been possible.
Naruto was a moron—tactless, loud, and rude. Incapable of sitting still for more than ten seconds.
So how in the hell did he find enough patience—enough skill—to manage this?
"Mmmmh. N-naruto?"
The blonde looked up at him from his place between the older boy's legs. Sasuke could practically feel him grinning into the denim of his thigh as he arched a brow.
Well, congratulations on your victory. You've managed to confuse the living hell out of the poor, muzzy-headed gay boy. Ass.
"Mind telling me what you're doing?"
The blonde had been quick to whisk him to the bathroom and secure the perimeter, and quicker to push him up against the stall divider, assaulting his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Sasuke could almost believe that the boy had practice, but there was no way. He'd been on Sakura's tail for ages, and any other girl that he spoke to (with the merciful exception of Hinata) treated the boy like mono on two legs.
He was just too...enthusiastic.
Now that Sasuke could see. A strong, warm hand had made its way up under the dark-haired boy's shirt, tracing soft skin and delicate ridges before brushing against and pinching a nipple.
He moaned, of course, at the newest stimulus of the night, which also served to keep him distracted from what the rest of his sunny partner was up to.
When Sasuke opened his eyes, the rest of Naruto was gone. He blinked, about to open his mouth when he felt a tongue against the front of his pants. A kiss. A firm hand on his thigh and a thumb smoothing the fabric.
And now, here they were.
"Pretty sure I was about to give you a blow job, Sasuke. Do you not want a blow job?" His voice was unusually deep, and his eyes were nothing but teasing.
"You shit. Were you not the one hyperventilating when I nearly dropped my pants? You're straight, remember?"
Blue eyes narrowed, "Funny. You seemed pretty enthusiastic to me."
"This is not some dumbass drunken prank, Naruto. This is sex, or something damn close to it. I'm not going to put up with any bullshit about me tricking you when you're sober."
The blonde stood slowly, his hand running up Sasuke's side as he rose.
And then they were face to face.
"There you go. Let's just go...sit somewhere or something. Then you can drive me home when your head's clear."
"Sasuke," The blonde leaned close, "All evening you've been with me, and you're pretty observant."
"So?"
"So...all this time you've been with me...have you seen me order a fresh drink?"
"..."
"I'm not drunk, genius."
"Then why, precisely, are you doing this?"
Naruto sighed, the hand under Sasuke's shirt slipping down to join its brother near his hips.
"Look, Sasuke. I think it's pretty obvious that you don't think I'm a complete loser, right?"
"...You're not."
"And you're not the complete jackass that I thought you were, right?"
"Gee, I hope not."
"So..."
"So you like me. All of a sudden. Just like that. You like me enough to give me a blow job in a bathroom stall."
Another sigh.
"I just...I'm trying to figure that out. I mean, I think you're attractive. That's pretty obvious, too..." His eyes darted down briefly, as if to indicate his own interest, "But what you said earlier...about people being obsessed with having your babies..."
Sasuke frowned, "What about it?"
"I thought that...maybe...," his thumbs resumed stroking at the pale skin at Sasuke's hips, "Maybe it's time someone made you feel good, no strings attached."
Something inside the Uchiha squeezed and his cheeks felt hot.
"So," Naruto leaned in, just a little, his eyes focused intently on Sasuke's, looking to catch any hesitation, "Can I make you feel good, Sasuke?"
"You just did, moron."
"Huh?" Naruto blinked, drawing a way to study him, "I did? H-hey! You're smiling."
"Yeah. I am." Sasuke relaxed, just a little, ignoring the dull ache as he shifted his legs, and looped an arm around the blonde's neck, "Kiss me."
Naruto obeyed, his lips and tongue a welcome warmth. Sasuke hummed against him, taking a bit of soft, blonde hair between his fingers and toying with it.
"So I take it that's a 'no' on the blow job?"
He smiled against the idiot's lips, unused to this kind of contentment, but basking in it nonetheless, "Never on the first date, straight boy."
By the time Sasuke stumbled into his family home, the whirlwind of the night seemed to be calming in his mind, leaving him floating in a pleasant cloud. Cushioned as he was in the smell of Naruto's soap, gasoline, and various other night-time perfumes, he didn't even curse when he cracked his shin on one of the Uchiha clan's various living room obstacles.
All that escaped was a muzzy little 'nph' as he rubbed his sore leg, and a similar, curious sound as he noticed the dim light coming from the kitchen.
"Would you look at that grin. Had a good night, Cheshire?"
Tsunade was holding court in their luxuriously appointed kitchen in a pair of tiny shorts, one of his brother's old shirts, and her old cowgirl boots, a knowing smile on her face as she perched—she always perched, never sat—on the too-expensive countertop.
Sasuke arched a brow, "I thought you'd given up alcohol."
"Alcohol, yes. Ice cream, no. If that was part of the nuptials, I'd have killed your brother for the life insurance on the honeymoon."
He canted his head and shrugged his shoulders, because hey, he would have, too.
"So," Pretty red lips curved upwards, and she moved the tub of ice cream to the side closer to him before offering him a clean spoon, "Spill?"
"Yes, ma'am."
A/N: Yes. I know. Grr. Argh. Pitchforks. 'Where's the sex?'. I was working myself up to write some citrus, here. I really was. Problem is, I really don't think they would just yet. I think it would be a lot more plausible for the relationship to get a little less 'Hurr hurr, yer lyke toe-tully hawt' and a little more, 'Hey, I like you for more than your penis' before that happens. So, yes, this just got longer.
...*Sobs* Why do I do this to myself? That's not to say there's going to be major whackadoodle drama llama invasions. We're just going to explore their relationship some more, with Naruto coming into a mature point of view and Sasuke getting a really big fangirl-whooping stick.
Also, bonus: It's 2:12 am as I'm writing this. I was SO tempted to make Lady Gaga Kazue's mother. I have no fucking idea why, but it was so very tempting. -.-
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