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Pranksters	By : tasukigirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Gaara/Naruto Views: 1550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The buzzing in his ears wouldn�t go away. Naruto took a deep breath, filling his lungs slowly and exhaled. His eyelids felt like they were too heavy to open. He turned his head on the pillow, noting how warm his bed felt this morning, how comforting the fluffy blanket felt wrapped around him. If only that buzzing would quiet�

Naruto�s eyes flew open. He sat up straight and reached for the phone chiming and vibrating on the slim bedside table. He grabbed it clumsily and pressed every button he could to make it shut up. The alarm quieted, asking him whether he wanted to snooze or turn it off. Naruto rubbed a hand over his face tiredly and shut it off. The digital numbers flashed the hour and he realized why he had to wake up.

The photo-shoot, he remembered. He flopped back down onto the mattress and stared at the white ceiling. His last photo-shoot, he hoped. He turned his head to look at the empty spot next to him, furrowing his eyebrows. He hoped things would be okay.

Naruto kicked his legs in the air until the blanket fell off of him. He looked down made a face and peered over the edge of his bed. Naruto reached down and slid the used condom from off his softened length. He grimaced at the uncomfortable dampness and tied off the rubber end. He tossed it into the waist basket next to his bed, relieved when it made it in. He slid his legs off one at a time, clutching the discarded green boxers with his toes and picked them high enough to grab with his hand. He slipped in one leg, then the other, pulling them up and finally making himself stand to complete the task. Naruto let out a big yawn, arching his back to stretch out his muscles and slowly added his arms to make a Y. Absently, he wondered if Gaara was awake.

The hallway just outside his door was quiet. He opened the door and pushed his head out farther, noting Gaara's bedroom door was closed. He wondered when the other man had snuck out of his bed. Not that he expected him to stay the night with him... but still. Maybe just a wee part of him had hoped. Part of him worried it was regret that made him flee.

He crept down the hall on his tippy toes until he slipped into the bathroom. He flipped on the light and winced at how cold the tiles felt against his feet. He shut the door, not bothering to lock it, and stripped himself again.

He winced under the cold spray of the shower. His shoulders hunched automatically and his grogginess lifted. The water gradually turned warm, and then hot and his body finally began to relax. He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back under the spray.

What the hell had happened last night?

Behind shut eyelids, his bedroom door opened. His roommate entered the room slowly, naked above the waist.

Naruto rubbed his eyes and grabbed the bar of soap. He rubbed it between his hand vigorously, trying to prevent that sexy little walk from replaying itself over and over in his head; trying to block out the feeling of those pale hands on him. His stomach fluttered at the memory.

The bar of soap slid along his arm smoothly. He rubbed until the soap foamed up and left a streak of white. He moved on to his chest, his back and his neck. He avoided the areas below his waist for a reason.

Naruto shook his head and rubbed the soap between his hands. He lifted one foot awkwardly and bent forward, rubbing the soles of his feet and the spaces between his toes. He tried to think the unsexiest thoughts possible. He imagined Shikamaru in a tutu. He washed his legs vigorously, rubbing hands over his thighs and stopped again. He sighed and leaned his head against the shower wall.

What the hell had happened last night? He squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop thinking about that pale body hovering over him, rising and falling in broken rhythms. Even now he could imagine the taste of his skin, the heavy scent of musk between his legs and the feel of ...

Naruto shook his head. He grit his teeth and willed the excitement between his legs to stop. He knew what had happened last night, he loved every minute of it. But there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that started the moment he woke up alone in his bed. The same uneasy feeling that made him wonder... What would happen today?

Gaara stood near the refreshments table with one hand outstretched, reaching for a coffee cup. His hand paused mid-air, wanting desperately to have a little caffeine in his system while another part of him felt jittery already. He tried to pretend he wasn't watching the studio door anxiously, willing himself to stop jumping every time someone entered.

"Someone went to bed late last night," Sasuke said much too pleasantly. The Uchiha was crossing his arms as he leaned against table smiling. This, in Gaara's book, could only mean he was up to no good. "Wild night?"

Gaara grabbed a cup out of irritation and nearly sloshed coffee over the counter with his careless pouring. "No one accuses me of not knowing how to entertain," he said. He took a sip of the hot liquid, grateful that it gave him a reason not to say anything more.

"Naruto didn't come back last night. I presume you took care of him," Uchiha said. A brief smile flitted across Gaara's lips.

"He won't be too hung over, if that's what you're worried about. I made sure of that." Gaara downed the rest of the contents in his white paper cup. He avoided looking at Uchiha and placed the cup on the table much too carefully. He thought this would be easier.

Uchiha was quiet next to him. Gaara could feel those dark eyes on him, evaluating him.

"Don't dawdle too long. Makeup is ready for you. Dressing room B." He walked away quietly. Gaara turned his head to watch his back retreating to the center of the studio where his assistant, Matsuri smiled at him. She began chatting while Uchiha feigned polite interest before calling another assistant over to deal with her.

Gaara would have been amused if he wasn't experiencing some odd sort of guilt. He took advantage of Naruto last night and whether the next few hours were awkward or not would depend entirely on how his roommate greeted him in the first few minutes of their reunion. He should have known it would be awkward today. Naruto would have to see his lover and the man he had cheated with all in the same morning. Gaara mentally kicked himself again for running out on Naruto earlier in the day. He shouldn't have run away from him. He should have left a note at least.

Gaara tried not to think about that. Leaving the studio, he turned sharply and bumped into someone right outside the doorway.

"Whoa, sorry about that," a familiar voice said. Gaara looked up in surprise, feeling his cheeks flare up when his roommate stood in front of him. He noted that Naruto's own cheeks were unusually flushed.

"My fault. I should have looked where I was going." Gaara looked away briefly. He stared down the hall at the girl who had done his makeup the last time. Her long blond hair was still swept up in the same style of ponytail, long bangs covering one eye. Naruto shifted next to him.

"You left early this morning," Naruto said. Gaara was quiet for a moment, wondering how to respond. He didn't sound angry about it, but he didn't sound hurt either. A neutral statement�a cautious approach.

Gaara looked at his roommate and tried to smile. "You looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you... I didn't know what to say in the morning."

Naruto's blue eyes softened into a smile. "You didn't have to say anything." He paused. His eyes shifted to look down the hall at nothing in particular. "It's still... a little odd isn't it? We didn't get to talk about it... But I had hoped. I had hoped that this morning was about something like that," he said honestly. Gaara's guilt lightened briefly. It didn't excuse his behavior, but Naruto at least didn't seem angry.

"You're not mad at me?" Gaara asked carefully. His heart began pounding before the words were out of his mouth. Naruto's lips turned up in the barest hint of a chuckle. He shook his head and a dreamy sort of look took over.

He took a step closer and his warm fingers brushed against Gaara's hand. "I couldn't be happier," he said softly.

When Naruto reemerged in his makeup and underwear, he was surprisingly calm about the situation. He could even say he was excited. He smiled as he greeted the studio assistants and even Juugo seemed to be in a good mood. He was willing to smile at him again at least.

Naruto outstretched his hand and held out a fist to Sasuke. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, but stretched out his palm. Naruto dropped the uchiha pendant with the spare key attached. He smiled like the cat that just caught the canary.

"I take it you two finally got somewhere?" Sasuke picked up one end of the chain and examined it closely. "The chain isn't broken. I expected him to rip it off your neck. I must be losing my touch." Sasuke shrugged and fashioned the chain around his neck.

"I didn't exactly give him a chance." Naruto chuckled. "Wait a minute, what do you mean?" Naruto asked angrily.

"Don't get all uppity. I had some words with Sabaku to assess how jealous our little announcement made him. It was only a matter of time before his dislike of me prompted him to jump you."

"You could have let me in on the situation." Naruto crossed his arms and looked away.

Sasuke smirked. "You could have told me you were giving Juugo advice about me." Naruto tensed. He looked away, caught red-handed.

"I guess we're even then," he admitted. "Just... be really nice to your makeup crew. You should have heard the names they had for you trying to cover up the ...," Naruto cleared his throat, "evidence." Sasuke shook his head and tried to hide a smile under the hand covering his face.

"Well I've delivered, now it's time for you to do the same." Sasuke nodded towards the set.

"Yes, sir," Naruto saluted. Sasuke ignored him, winding his way to the tripod and pointing to the red satin sheet placed on the floor. Naruto stood next to it and looked down at the sheet before looking up.

"Today we do the love scene."

Naruto raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't all of them love scenes? Isn't Gaara supposed to be my secret lover or something?" Naruto smiled and chuckled at his own words. Sasuke rolled his eyes at him.

"Yes, but this is the scene where the lover submits to your advances. You'll be sitting in this shot with Gaara in your lap. Make sure the sheet covers just enough of him to hint at nudity but also keep them thinking he's a she."

Naruto frowned. "That sounds kind of complicated." He scratched his blond hair before catching himself and remembering he'd mess up his stylist's hard work. He looked back down at the sheet and began strategizing. Naruto sat on the floor and picked up the sheet. The shiny material looked almost metallic under the bright lights despite how soft it was beneath his finger tips. He draped one end over his shoulder, allowing the rest of it to fall across his chest. The slippery material slid down. "Sheesh, you weren't kidding when you said you'd put me to work."

Sasuke smiled. "The sheet is to help you. Don't feel obligated to get it into the shots. I need Sabaku to look like he's seducing the pants off of you and you to look like you can't keep your hands off of him."

Naruto's cheeks began to burn. Somehow, he didn't think that would be much of a problem.

"What's going on?"

Naruto jumped. Gaara stood next to him, wrapped up in his robe and much more calm this time around about being dressed up as a girl. Naruto smiled to discover that as pretty as Gaara looked as a girl; he was much sexier as a man.

"Great, you're both here." Sasuke picked up his camera. He threw the strap around his neck and turned it on. "As I was just telling Naruto, today is the love scene. Today the lover seduces her beloved." Gaara's face was calm, perhaps because of Sasuke's matter-of-fact tone. Naruto watched them both anxiously; hoping neither of them would look down and realize he was blushing again.

Gaara nodded. His pale fingers began loosening the tie on his fluffy white robe. "Where should I place myself?" The tie fell to his sides and a pale shoulder was exposed. Naruto's eyes slid down the pale chest, to the pink nipple he was sure was sporting some make up of its own after what he did last night.

Naruto forced his eyes away. He told his body to calm down. That now was not the time to get so excited. He forced himself not to watch Gaara disrobe only to belatedly realize he was still wearing his. Naruto jumped up, and quietly disrobed while Sasuke continued to explain today's vision to his partner.

"Naruto, get back to where you were sitting before," Sasuke extended one finger to the taped x on the floor. Naruto handed his robe to Udon and nodded. He settled himself cross-legged on the floor. "Turn your body in three-quarter profile to the tripod. And spread your legs a little." Naruto shuffled. He gave Sasuke a dirty look for that last comment. Sasuke looked annoyed. "Use the sheet for cover if you're so modest today."

Naruto grabbed the slinky material and threw it over his lap. He tried to remind himself that he was fulfilling his end of the deal.

"Sabaku, you're going to sit in Naruto's lap. Not on his legs, but between them. I want your back to his chest so, if necessary, you can use his shoulder to cushion your neck." Gaara nodded. Naruto pulled the sheet back to allow Gaara to settle between him. His heart began pounding a little faster. His hand trembled a little covering Gaara's lap with the sheet.

"I told Naruto this earlier," Sasuke continued, "but you can use the sheet if necessary to help cover up your lack of womanly attributes. But don't feel it's necessary. Be creative." Sasuke took a test shot. He looked at the screen before fiddling with some adjustments.

Naruto couldn't see Gaara's face, but he noted the nod of his head. Gaara pressed his back straight against his chest. His skin was warm, smooth, and smelled faintly of cologne. Naruto would have enjoyed it if he wasn't so certain Gaara could feel the pounding of his heart. A warm hand covered his beneath the red sheet. Gaara's fingers squeezed his slightly, urging him to relax. Naruto tried to force in deep breaths that would help him calm down.

Gaara leaned his head back against Naruto's left shoulder. He turned his face outward to face Sasuke's camera while his right arm rose gracefully, only to spread fingers in Naruto's hair. Naruto snaked an arm across Gaara's chest. He tried to calm his breathing and resist the urge to rub against the body next to his. Naruto's fingers spread across Gaara's collar bone. Somewhere outside of himself a camera was clicking. He ignored the flashes of bright lights, too absorbed in the touch and feel of his hands on Gaara, of Gaara's hands on him. He closed his eyes and bent his nose to the red curls and inhaled. Beneath the flowery scent of hair spray and designer hair products was the scent of Gaara. Though faint, he imagined he had found just a trace.

Gaara's hips shifted and Naruto almost gasped. Naruto realized that Gaara was trying to angle his body, to try to look shorter than Naruto. Naruto's legs were longer, but their torsos were about the same length. It at least put a little distance between their bodies, which was fortunate considering that things were getting a little too exciting down there.

Naruto's fingers ghosted over Gaara's neck and collarbone. He could hear the rustle of fabric, meaning Gaara had clutched the sheet. Naruto nuzzled the soft red curls. He hated that his range was so limited, wishing he could see the dark green eyes or the red mouth. One hand continued to wrap across Gaara�s chest, to finger the bony ridges beneath smooth flesh while the other hand wandered. He brushed his thumb against Gaara's outer thigh that prompted a small gasp. Gaara's body arched shyly away from him. The moment of surprise was over quickly and Naruto's thumb rubbed more insistent circles against the thigh. He nearly jumped when he felt a pair of fingers brush against his knee. The barest touch grazed up the side of his leg. Naruto could feel the blush in his cheeks spread to his neck and his chest.

Naruto tried to stay aware of the camera, but he also didn't want to discourage those fingers still massaging his leg beneath the sheet. With some reluctance, Naruto moved his hand away from Gaara's neck. With his left hand he grabbed the sheet that had slipped into Gaara's lap and pulled it up over his chest. Fisting the red material against Gaara's skin, the sheet covered more of his body, tenting over them enough to disguise a few wandering hands down below. With far less hesitation this time around, his other hand slipped beneath the sheet and underneath Gaara's knee. Naruto rubbed the spot slowly, remembering how soft the skin was just below the joint. His thumb rubbed slowly over the knee. Gaara's back began to press into his. He began to wiggle against him, pressing his leg against the one surrounding him. Gaara's fingers traced up Naruto's leg along the inner thigh.

Naruto tried to keep calm. His body was already responding and he wanted nothing more than to pull Gaara into his lap, to have his way here and now, the camera be damned. His fingers dug into Gaara's leg as those fingers moved dangerously close. He tried to steady his breathing, taking deep breaths that prevented him from moaning. He moved his hand along Gaara's thigh, smiling a little when the fingers on his leg lost their coordination and the man in his arms sounded a little out of breath. Gaara's head turned along his shoulder, stretching out his long pale neck. He turned his head to the side again to face the camera. Naruto's lips brushed along the pale jaw. His fingers crept up higher and higher along a smooth inner thigh. He wondered if Gaara was as excited as he was right now. His fingers itched to find out.

"That's good," Sasuke's voice sounded. Naruto's fingers froze in place. He looked around as though just waking from a dream and realized a room full of assistants and other personnel were watching them, eyes transfixed on whatever scene they had just put on display. Naruto averted his eyes to the floor. He removed his hands from Gaara quickly, suddenly self conscious and very aware of the visible proof of his excitement just moments ago still standing to attention in his lap.

"May I have my robe?" Naruto said a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat to stop sounding like a prepubescent boy. Udon handed it to him quickly and he pulled it on carefully while Gaara pretended to fiddle with something, also not moving from his spot.

"Let's take a break while we set up for the next scene," Sasuke said, still looking at his camera and not his models. "Be back here in 15 minutes. Udon, get the other props." The young man pushed his glasses up and nodded before scampering away. Naruto made sure his robe covered him while he stood very slowly.

"I'll be in the dressing room," he murmured and tried not to look like he was hurrying.

Sasuke watched Naruto practically rush from the studio to his dressing room. His eyes narrowed momentarily before looking back down at his camera to check some of the shots. He deleted a few more inappropriate ones. No use tempting fate or the press.

"Do you need your robe too?" he asked Sabaku. Sabaku's green eyes narrowed at him. A smug sort of smile came over him.

"If you don't mind," he said. Sasuke grabbed it from the chair Udon had draped it over and held it out to him. Gaara continued to hold the red sheet up to his chest though Sasuke got the impression it wasn't his chest he was trying to cover up. Sasuke returned to his camera and made sure none of the scenes looked too real before putting it back down. Udon was just entering the studio again, slightly red and out of breath.

"Udon, take care of things here. I need to check up on something," he said. Sasuke gave a slight nod to Sabaku and dashed out of the studio. His assistants were loitering in the hall way still buzzing about the shoot. He heard whispers of "getting all into it" and "jealousy" on the photographer's behalf. He yelled at them to get back to work, reminding them that break time was for the models and productive time for everyone else. They all scrambled to their various jobs, effectively clearing the area. Sasuke looked around as he approached Naruto's dressing room. He rattled the doorknob, unsurprised that it was locked and pulled out the master key. Sasuke inserted the key carefully and turned the lock. He opened the door carefully, paused and stepped inside quickly.

"You know when I told you two to enact a love scene, I didn't mean it literally." Naruto was leaning against the wall, hunched over himself, trying to hide his erection. "I watched you two pretty carefully during all of that. Don't think you're hiding anything from me."

"What am I supposed to do?" Naruto said slightly panicked. "I have to take care of it. I can't go out there like this!" he gestured at his crotch dramatically. Sasuke sighed.

"Take off the underwear." Naruto's mouth gaped. His eyes formed big blue orbs.

"No! Not with you here!" He tried to cover himself with his hands.

"You can't change into anything else or people will be suspicious. Take them off. You're not getting your jizz on my wardrobe, at least not when we have another shoot to do." Sasuke stepped into the room and grabbed Naruto by both his hands. He pulled the reluctant man onto his feet. Sasuke looked down and eyed the problem. He was relieved to discover that there were no stains yet.

Sasuke reached for the white hems and began to tug downwards. Naruto batted away his hands.

"No, I'm not stripping for you, I don't ... I don't want you to see me like this." Sasuke would have found it endearing if his timing hadn't been so obnoxious. Sasuke pinched Naruto's nipple and when the hands flew to his chest to save the offended nub he used both hands to tug the underwear down to his knees.

"Get over yourself, dobe. It's nothing I haven't seen before." Sasuke kneeled down slightly to pull the underwear off further. "Come on, let's get you taken care of," he said.

Naruto's entire body froze and a startled gasp slipped into the air. Sasuke looked up to note his friend was covering himself as much as possible with both flat palms. His eyes stared out in horror at the door. Sasuke followed his line of sight to the open door. Sabaku stood frozen in the doorway, brow furrowed as his green eyes darted from Naruto to Sasuke, back and forth as though unwilling to believe what he was seeing.

"Wrong room," he stammered awkwardly, turning away and closing the door behind him.

Everything in the room went silent. Everything in the room seemed to stand still. Sasuke was only too aware of his kneeling position, of Naruto's obvious state and the underwear clasped in his hands. Several weeks of careful planning and manipulation all down the proverbial toilet.

"Oh shit," Naruto muttered.

Sasuke couldn't agree more.
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