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Four Legged Frolics in Surburban Tokyo	By : crunchysalad Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm posting two chapters this time; sorry that I've neglected this fic. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, but I think I only have a few chapters left in me. After I finish them I'm thinking of opening this fic up so anyone can add a chapter-after all, they're really just barely connected PWPs ^ _ ^

Deidara looked through the window into the courtyard. He was looking that way because it was the path Sasori always took to get to art club. Sasori, his crush ever since he had entered this high school one and a half years ago. Deidara watched as Sasori was stopped by some blushing schoolgirl. She could hardly lift her head to look at him, and Deidara knew instantly what it was. A confession.
Of course Sasori was popular. He was handsome, got good grades, and was rich. Somehow, the fact that he always looked like he couldn't care less about anything also helped with his allure. To the girls he was a mysterious loner, just waiting to open his heart up to the right woman. Deidara scoffed at the idea. Those girls were idiots.
True to form, Sasori turned the girl down, in that mechanical way he always did. Like it was just another detail in his daily routine. Deidara smiled at that, but then Sasori was looking up into the room, and Deidara ducked down and away from the window.
Jesus, now he felt like a stalker or something. He walked towards an easel, where he had a large sketchbook open and some charcoals laid out in front of it. After several minutes Sasori entered the room, giving him only a cursory glance before going to set up his own space.
"None of the other members are here yet?"
Deidara shook his head no. There were only two other members, and they weren't going to be able to make it today. Sasori came up behind Deidara, and Deidara held his breath in the sudden body heat.
"Nudes," Sasori stated, ever succinct.
"Sensei suggested it," Deidara said. "They were drawing nudes in a class at the local college, and she asked the professor to let me sit in. I'm done with the figures, but I wanted to polish them before I showed her."
Sasori nodded and left, leaving the air around him feeling cold and empty. Deidara watched as Sasori took a sit and took out some acrylics. Sasori was a sculptor at heart, but like them all he enjoyed other mediums.
"Did you manage to make the Rodin exhibit this summer?" Deidara asked, assuming that Sasori would have had an interest in it. Sasori nodded, and their conversation turned to the French sculptor. Sasori generally wasn't too talkative, but when it came to art, he was always willing to have an intellectual conversation.
The hour of art club passed much too quickly. Deidara's heart beat wildly as he cleaned up. He was going to confess. He had decided on it, before this semester had even started. Even if Sasori rejected him, at the very least he could move on from this one-sided crush. He looked up, nervous, only to freeze as he realized Sasori was watching him. What's more, Sasori hadn't cleaned up yet.
"Can I paint you?"
The low, deliberate words sent a shiver down Deidara's spine.
"I'd like to do some nudes as well."
Deidara's breath caught it his throat. Most of the school was empty, and there wasn't anyone who would come looking for them at this point in the day. Deidara managed to mumble an assent, his voice cracking as he did so.
There was a couch at the side of the room, and Sasori moved it to the front of the room. He went to close and lock the door, the click of it loud and final in Deidara's ears. His hands shook as he tried to unbutton his shirt. Sasori must have noticed, because he came up to help, his fingers replacing Deidara's.
Deidara felt all of a sudden hot as Sasori pulled the shirt off his shoulders. His fingers lingers on Deidara's skin, seemingly taking their time in the task. Soon those fingers were unfastening Deidara's belt, and Deidara realized that he had an erection. Well, he thought, that was one way to confess. He stood still as Sasori pulled down his zipper. Sasori must have noticed, must have, but he wasn't saying anything about it. In no time at all Deidara was completely nude, his erection tall and proud in the cold air. Sasori ghosted his fingers down its length, causing Deidara to jump a little.
"Is this," Sasori asked, "because of me?"
His eyes were burning into Deidara's.
"Sempai. . . I like you. I've always liked you."
Sasori was silent for so long Deidara wasn't sure if he was going to say anything at all. But then hands were tangling themselves in his hair, and his lips were being pulled into a searing kiss. Deidara was dumbfounded. He heard the elastic band holding his hair together snap and felt his long hair flowing down around his face and neck. And then Sasori was pulling away, just staring at him again.
"Can you lay down on the couch?"
Deidara nodded, in a stupor. He moved to the couch and reclined upon it, contemplating that kiss and its meaning as he did so. That. . . that was certainly not Sasori's normal reaction when being confessed to.
In the next half hour Deidara's erection didn't go down at all. If anything, it was growing more and more uncomfortable. But then Sasori moved, coming to sit on the couch near his legs.
"I'm finished," Sasori said, and without so much as a preamble his fingers ghosted up Deidara's thigh. Deidara moaned at the contact, hot fingers in the air-conditioned room, and instinctually spread his legs out wider. Sasori's hands came to rest on his inner thighs, spreading them apart just a little bit more, then massaging up and down their lengths.
Deidara moaned and thrust his hips upwards. He wanted those hands somewhere else. Sasori took the hint and wrapped long fingers around the base of Sasori's cock. Hot and tight. He formed a vice grip around the shaft before moving his hand up and down along it. Deidara moaned even louder, in utter disbelief that his Sasori-sempai was currently jerking him off.
"Sempai," Deidara panted, "inside me. . ."
He looped one leg around over the back of the couch, confused when he sensed a hesitation in Sasori's movements. But then Sasori sucked a finger into his mouth, getting it wet before pushing it against Deidara's entrance.
Deidara's eyes screwed shut as he threw his head back. He had never had anything inside of him except for his own fingers, and it felt so amazing to have someone else fingering him. Especially someone he had liked for so long. He was vaguely aware of how loud he was being, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Having Sasori's hands on his cock and inside his hole felt too amazing.
"Sempei," Deidara said, his voice frantic and cracking, "please fuck me. I need something bigger than just your finger."
Another strange pause, nearly imperceptible. There was a bowl of fruit and vegetables on the desk that someone had been using for still lives, and Deidara was somewhat confused to see Sasori reaching for it. The older boy pulled out what looked like a very slim zucchini. Before Deidara could say anything, said zucchini was shoved up his hole.
Deidara moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure as his entrance was breached. His back arched backwards and his legs flopped in the air for a second at the intrusion. Sasori was fucking him with a zucchini. Deidara couldn't be more confused, but it still felt good. It felt amazing, having something bigger than his fingers up there. He was practically screaming in pleasure now, his hips moving upwards to meet every thrust.
Sasori bent down, his mouth closing around Deidara's erection, and that's when Deidara lost it. He thrust his cock as deep into Sasori's mouth as he could as he came, vision blurring as he had the best orgasm of his short life so far. When it was done he flopped down on the couch, spent. The zucchini was still half in his hole, and Sasori was wiping his mouth like he was at a fine dining establishment.
"What," Deidara started, but quickly realized that he wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm sorry," Sasori replied. He might have looked vaguely embarrassed. "The truth is, I'm impotent. Ever since an accident when I was young, I haven't been able to obtain an erection."
Silence stretched between them as Deidara let himself absorb that one. Before he said anything Sasori was standing back up.
"I understand if you don't want to go out with me."
At those words Deidara sat up, grabbing Sasori's arm and pulling him back onto the couch. "Wait! Wait. . . I don't mind."
He buried his nose in the nape of Sasori's neck, breathing in some expensive cologne. He had liked the other boy all this time, after all. This was something they could work around.
"Are you sure?" Sasori asked. He looked down as Deidara looked up at him. "Just so you know, I've liked you for a long time as well. I'm sorry I've never said anything."
Deidara smiled, before pulling his new boyfriend down for a kiss.
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Four Legged Frolics in Surburban Tokyo