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Sasuke Uchiha took being at Konoha University very seriously. 

He had to, if he wanted to be better than his brother—who went to university at 16, graduated at 20, finished his MA by 23 and now, at 28, ran his father’s company. 

Sasuke did not receive accelerated schooling. He had to claw and scratch his way up the ranks to be top in his class in high school. He had to do nothing but eat, sleep, study and find time for whatever extracurriculars would look best on his transcript.

And it had worked. He got accepted, though not to a prestigious school, but KU was respected enough—especially in their bioengineering research. 

His life hadn’t changed much here, either. 

Eat, sleep, study, repeat. 

So when, in his third year, his email announced his pairing with Naruto Uzumaki as his roommate—he knew God wasn’t real, or if he was, he was playing some kind of cruel joke specifically on Sasuke. 

He should have just moved off campus. The extra 10 minutes of walking, which he had originally calculated would add up to too much lost time, would have inevitably been better than rooming with Naruto.

Sasuke knew Naruto from around campus—how could he not? The other boy was loud, his laughter booming, echoing in nearly every room he was in—and he was always laughing. 

Naruto was a hyperactive, talkative tornado, and Sasuke assumed he must be one of those students who were only there to coast by and party for four years. Typical. Waste of energy.

He’d never seen Naruto do anything even remotely academic. Never in the computer lab, never in the library, never studying in the quad. No, he’d seen Naruto playing soccer, goofing around, whistling while he was walking, as if life were just some leisurely stroll and not a race to an early death. 

Sasuke wanted no part in that. He wanted quiet; he wanted order—he wanted to just study and work and graduate top of the class. 

He spent the first month of the semester avoiding their dorm room—studying in the library instead of at his desk, trying to time being in the room only when Naruto was out, or pretending to be asleep when he came back. They interacted as little as possible, even though the blond would try. 

God, would he try. 

Eventually, though, it became tiring to always be out, so Sasuke made the regretful decision to just deal with being in his dorm as best he could—which was definitely a mistake, because everything about Naruto was loud and fast and distracting. 

And okay, so maybe the obnoxious blond was hot. Maybe whenever he came back from soccer practice, dripping with sweat, his tanned skin glistening—Sasuke looked. 

He knew he had certain proclivities, and he had done a pretty good job of ignoring them for most of his life. Fighting away the burning in his stomach that started when he was a preteen and saw Calvin Klein ads for the first time. Like, really saw them.

It wasn’t just that he was gay, which would definitely cause an entire shit show with his father. He was used to disappointing the man, and that was just another thing to add to his list of failures. Sasuke, the lesser Uchiha. Yeah, whatever.

It was more so that Sasuke just didn’t allow himself time to do anything normal teens had done. Too focused on his schedule, his goals. And now, at 22 years old, Sasuke was being practically tortured not only by the annoyance of his loud, overly friendly roommate—but his body, too. And to top it all off, he was still a virgin. 

Sasuke didn’t think he had ever jerked off so much in his life. It was another thing he had decided he only had time for when it was an urgent matter. But as the months had gone on, Sasuke had concluded that nearly every time was, indeed, an urgent matter. If he didn’t take care of the…feelings when they came up, then he might do something stupid. Like lose focus on his assignments. Or worse.

And Sasuke Uchiha did not have time for ‘worse’. He especially did not have time for the way that sometimes, instead of focusing on just Naruto’s body during his alone time, there would be a flash of blue eyes, or lips pulled into a grin, or the sound of a laugh. 

Sasuke would cum, and then stare blankly up at the ceiling while catching his breath until he willed himself to move and forget about it. It was pathetic; there was nothing to like about Naruto. He could not like Naruto.

So when the blond bounded into the room, late on a Friday afternoon—slamming the door open too hard yet again—and placed a frozen coffee in-front of Sasuke on the desk, he sighed.

Sasuke did not have time for ‘worse’ or small gestures or conversation or frozen coffee.

“What’s that?” He asked, not lifting his eyes from his notes.

“Coffee?” Naruto replied, his hand resting on the back of the desk chair as he looked at Sasuke like he was an alien. “It was a buy one get one thing, so I figured I’d get you one.” 

“Right,” Sasuke sighed again, almost relieved. This wasn’t a thoughtful gift; it was just convenient. Good. 

Sasuke picked up the coffee and took a sip. Too sweet. Much too sweet. 

“And since I was soooo nice and brought you a coffee,” Naruto started, a sweet, convincing tone to his voice. 

“I figured you’d come with me to Kiba’s party tonight.” 

The blond walked over to his bed and threw his bag onto it, plopping himself heavily down on the edge.

Sasuke twirled his desk chair around, still sipping on the drink as he narrowed his eyes at the fox-like grin on Naruto’s face.

A bribe. Of course it was. Not a thoughtful gift, not just something convenient—but a planned-out manipulation tactic. 

Sasuke turned back to his desk and set the drink down. 

“No,” he said easily, firmly. Because there was no way in hell he was going to some stupid party hosted by a guy who smelled like wet dog. 

There was a brief moment of silence, as if Naruto hadn’t expected Sasuke to refuse, which was ridiculous, because Sasuke had practically never taken him up on any invitation. Practically. Maybe a late night convenience store run here and there, maybe the occasional acceptance to go to the cafeteria together, or to the game store to see if they had whatever old game Naruto was looking for in stock. But practically never.

“Oh, come on!” Naruto whined, “You never leave the room except to go to class or eat or the library! Aren’t you bored?!” 

Sasuke heard the sound of Naruto falling back onto the bed in exasperation, the creak of the springs under the blond’s weight replaying in his mind for no reason whatsoever. 

“I’m not bored. I’m too busy to be bored.” He replied, turning his chair around again, eyes immediately landing on the tanned skin of Naruto’s stomach from where his shirt had risen. 

“Bullshit,” Naruto murmured, shifting to slide his phone out of his pocket and raising his arm up to hold it over his face, the movement coincidentally lifting his shirt even higher. “What could you possibly have left to do on a Friday night?”

Sasuke’s gaze didn’t break—Naruto couldn’t see him anyway.

“A lot. Maybe you should focus on your own shit instead of getting drunk.” Sasuke pointed out, though he didn’t want to admit that Naruto was right. 

Sasuke was beyond caught up on his work and really only planned to go over lecture slides and then jerk off in the quiet of the room, spurred on by the sight he was currently looking at. 

“I don’t drink that much.” Naruto responded, and Sasuke raised his eyes to shoot a pointed look towards the blond’s head as he scrolled on his phone.

“I don’t!” Naruto insisted, unsatisfied with the silence. “Not every night, like some of the other guys, anyway.” 

“Congratulations,” Sasuke muttered and rolled his eyes, then turned himself back toward his desk once again.

“I’m still not going.” He said as he picked up his highlighter.

“But, Sasuke—“

“No.”

“But I got you a coffee and everything, you’re going to have energy to burn!” Naruto whined, stomping his feet softly against the carpet.

“I’ll be fine.” 

Sasuke already had his plans set for the night, and it involved his dick in his hand—not being surrounded by a bunch of loud, drunk idiots.

—————

Naruto tried to convince him a few more times over the next two hours—but Sasuke stood firm in his decision despite the whining and bribes. 

It was a little after 8pm when the blond finally left—the dorm now infused with his body spray and the lingering scent of the pomade he used in his hair—and Sasuke could finally relax.

He tried to focus on finishing the chapter he was going over, but the anticipation of the routine he had started to grow accustomed to already settled in his gut.

He sighed, standing from the desk and stretching before closing the blinds and making his way over to his bed.

He stripped his shirt off, lying down, one arm behind his head and the other hand trailing over his chest, trying to act as if he wasn’t just going to go for it. The touch was light, teasing—and he looked towards the door just once before finally tugging down the waistband of his pants.

Sasuke let out a soft exhale—he had been half-hard since Naruto left—and wrapped his hand around himself gently, squeezing, feeling himself harden under the touch.

He let his head tilt back, eyes closed, finally allowing the daydreams that so often floated through his mind to come to the front. 

Naruto, sweaty and slick after practice, taking off his jersey, the way his muscles flexed during the movement. Naruto after a shower, towel around his waist and hair wet.

Sasuke licked his lips, his hand speeding up, pausing for just a moment to smear the precum at the tip down along his cock.

He pictured the sight from this afternoon. Naruto lying on the bed, his shirt raised up along his stomach and imagined himself moving towards him. Imagined crawling between his legs, feeling his muscular thighs under his hand, leaning down to kiss and lick along that dumb tattoo around his bellybutton. Imagined the gasp he would make, his hands in Sasuke’s hair, pushing him down further until his lips were pressed against the bulge straining against those ugly cargo shorts.

Sasuke’s breathing sped up and he let out a soft groan, the hand behind his head coming to the front to press against his eyebrows, lips parting slightly.

He imagined undoing Naruto’s shorts, pulling the material aside, pressing his mouth along his boxer-clad cock until the blond got frustrated and pushed him back to free himself. Imagined Naruto’s face, flushed cheeks and hungry eyes telling him to suck it, tapping the head against Sasuke’s lips. 

Sasuke bit back a groan—his hand stopping, chest heaving. He was close, embarrassingly close, just from imagining almost giving a blow job. Pathetic.

He swallowed, lifting his head to check the door again—a nervous habit—and his eyes fell to a pile on Naruto’s bed. 

The shirt Naruto was wearing before he changed into his outfit for the party.

Sasuke’s cock twitched, and he cursed at himself. No. Absolutely not. It’s one thing to think about Naruto while jerking off, it’s another to entertain the idea of grabbing his shirt. That would make it cross into real life, and then he would have to acknowledge that this was more than just an occasional thing. 

He looked away, cock still in hand, squeezing it a little more firmly, feeling the precum drip onto his stomach. 

With another sigh, Sasuke stood and crossed the room, snatching up the t-shirt from Naruto’s bed like it had purposely offended him.

This was a bad idea. This was more than bad; it was creepy, right? Perverted, even. He didn’t know when he had gotten to be this much of a degenerate; he should be ashamed. 

But he returned to his bed even as he mentally scolded himself, eyes flickering to the door one more time before settling back on-top of his covers, his cock somehow even harder now, pulsating and hot. 

He just held the shirt for a moment. Fingers clenching into the fabric, trying to convince himself not to, even as his hand started stroking himself once again. His hips twitched at the friction, his mind suddenly telling him that this was fine. It’s fine, it feels good, no one will know. 

He closed his eyes—because somehow not seeing it was a good compromise—let his head fall back against the pillow and brought the shirt up to his face. 

The scent wasn’t all that intense. Naruto’s body-spray—fresh, powdery, a little woodsy—the smell of outdoors, a hint of sweat, skin and something uniquely Naruto that was earthy, like miso. 

Sasuke pressed the fabric harder against his face, inhaling. It was intoxicating and thrilling in a way he had never experienced before, and he gasped softly at the way his stomach tightened. 

His hand kept moving at a slow, steady pace. Might as well take his time, since he was already here. Already doing it. 

He pulled the shirt away and shifted it around in his hand until he found the collar, then brought it back under his nose. The smell of sweat and that earthy scent were a little more pronounced there, and Sasuke let out a groan. 

He imagined straddling Naruto’s lap, burying his face into his neck as he sat himself down on the blond’s cock. Thought of kissing and sucking along the spot where his shoulder and neck met, of licking at the sweat that would drip down his jaw. 

His hand sped up, his cock so hard now that it was getting painful, and he let out a shuddering breath, his thighs twitching.

Sasuke moved the shirt once again, chasing the smell of sweat, of earth, of Naruto’s body. He manoeuvred it around until he found the armhole, then without a second thought pressed it into his face and inhaled. 

He let out a choked moan, his hips bucking into his hand the moment it hit him. That’s where it all was—Naruto’s deodorant mixing with the tang of sweat, that musky, almost miso-like smell. 

He imagined Naruto after practice, un-showered, slick with sweat. Imagined Naruto’s tanned arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand on his head, holding him down firmly against his chest as he fucked up into him. Imagined feeling the wetness of his sweat against his cheek, of being trapped against him while Naruto moaned and cursed and pounded into him. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out, his hand stroking himself faster, harder. The knot in his stomach clenched tighter as he felt himself rapidly approaching the edge. 

He made a low noise in the back of his throat, a mix between a whimper and a growl as he pressed the t-shirt harder against his face, wanting to be suffocated by it.

And then he came, hips lifting off the bed, gasping into the fabric as he spilled over his fingers and stomach, his thighs clenching and trembling as he thrust up into his hand. 

He stroked himself through it, his entire body shuddering until it was over. Then he let go and reached blindly for a tissue on the nightstand.

He whipped the shirt off his face, letting it drop onto the bed and cleaned himself up—his body still humming from the intensity of his orgasm. It was probably the best one he’s ever had, which was humiliating. 

Sasuke didn’t let himself think about it—filing it away in his brain under ‘things to forget about’ as he pulled his sweats back up and got under his covers. He turned onto his side facing the wall, let out a disappointed sigh, and despite his better judgement, reached out to pull the rumpled shirt towards him.

He’d put it back in a minute. 

——————

The sound of the dorm door opening startled Sasuke awake.

He shifted, reaching around for his phone to check the time. 1:07am. 

With a groan, he buried his face into his pillow, intent on ignoring Naruto, who was definitely going to be drunk and loud until he eventually passed out. But the feeling of the fabric against his face made him freeze—that was not his silk pillowcase. 

“Sorry, S’uke!” came a drunk, slurred voice, followed by a few stumbling steps and an “ow!” after a noise that Sasuke could only assume was Naruto stubbing his toe.

“It’s okay.” He murmured, thankful that the blond idiot was distracted and likely wouldn’t see the way Sasuke hurriedly shoved the T-shirt he was apparently cuddling with under his pillow. 

Sasuke’s eyes were wide, staring at the wall, his body stiff. He couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep without putting the shirt back. He couldn’t believe he was snuggling with it. After what he did with it? What was wrong with him?

Naruto flicked on his lamp and started chattering while removing his clothes, apparently taking Sasuke’s reply as an invitation to converse. Which it definitely was not. 

“You should’ve come!” He exclaimed, and Sasuke winced. So loud. 

“It was fun. The place they’re renting this year has a pool, and they had a beer bong from off the roof!” Sasuke could hear the excitement in his voice and sighed, turning onto his back and sitting up. 

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. He knew Naruto would just keep talking whether Sasuke answered or not—but he was awake now, so. Not to mention his heart was beating so hard in panic that he was pretty sure Naruto could hear it, if he wasn’t so damn loud. No chance of falling back asleep, might as well talk. 

“Mm, yeah!” The blond replied, kicking off his pants and leaving himself in just green boxers. “Got a bunch of Instas too, better believe I’m hitting those cuties up later.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, crossed his arms over his chest, and shifted to lean against the wall. 

“You got contact info but didn’t go home with anyone?” He asked, a brow raised.

Naruto snorted, pulling back the covers of his own bed. “Eh, I have practice at 11. Plus, I know you’d be lonely all by yourself for a whole night.”

He half-rolled onto his bed, letting out a satisfied sigh as his head hit the pillow. 

“I’d be fine.” Sasuke muttered, “I’d prefer it, really. Go ahead and go home with whoever you want.” 

Naruto waved a hand in his direction, his legs stretching across the bed and crossing at the ankles. “Yeah, yeah. Fine, I like coming back. My own room, my own bed, my own hermit roommate to annoy.” 

Sasuke snorted.

“You should totally come next time, though.” Naruto slurred around an obnoxious yawn. 

Sasuke huffed, lying back down on his side, facing Naruto’s bed. “Probably not.” 

“Aw, you’re so boring, S’uke. I bet you’d be real fun after a few drinks.”

Naruto turned onto his side as well, his head propped up on his hand as he grinned across the room towards Sasuke.

“Maybe even find someone to…y’know.” He said mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I doubt it.” Sasuke deadpanned. 

Unfortunately, there was one person he thought about y’knowing with, and that person was an idiot, and it would never happen. 

“No? What, you just hate everyone? Swore off sex, too?” Naruto asked with a laugh.

“Mhm.” Sasuke hummed out, closing his eyes. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, Naruto would stop talking. 

Naruto laughed again, the sound loose and amused and way too warm. “Really? God, what a sad life.”

“It’s not sad—I told you, I’m busy. I need to focus.” Sasuke mumbled, continuing the conversation despite himself. Naruto had a way of doing that lately, getting him to talk.

“Okay, but you can have a social life and still study.” Naruto pointed out, rolling his eyes. “I’m just worried about you, you’re so…anti-social.”

Sasuke opened one eye to glare at him.

“What?!” Naruto exclaimed, laughing again. “You are! You’re supposed to have fun at university! Not….whatever it is that you do.”

“I don’t think what I do is any of your business,” Sasuke said, his glare narrowing, but he couldn’t find it in himself to actually mean it. 

“It’s not, I just—gah! Sasuke, I like you. I want us to be friends, and you’re like 3 ticks away from being the guy no one would be surprised to find out was a terrorist or something!” 

Sasuke didn’t know what to think about that entire sentence. Naruto liked him, Naruto wanted to be friends, Sasuke gave off terrorist vibes? 

“What the fuc-“ 

“—When even was the last time you got laid?” Naruto interrupted, his voice attempting to be serious despite the slight slur to his words. 

“Oh my god,” Sasuke sighed and rubbed his forehead. 

“No, really!” Naruto insisted. “I’m concerned about the safety of our campus.” He said with a nod. 

“Naruto, you can’t really think that I--“

“A month?”

“—‘d blow up the school just because—“

“Three months?”

“—I’m not having sex. That’s ridiculous.”

“Six months?! And it’s not just about the not having sex. It’s the whole thing.” Naruto pointed towards him, his finger moving the length of Sasuke’s body and then back to his head.

Sasuke frowned. 

“Longer than six months?” Naruto asked, his jaw falling open in exaggerated disbelief. 

“But you’re so….” He motioned again, this time with an open hand. 

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. 

“Hot,” the blond finished, letting his hand fall onto the bed. 

Sasuke felt that like a punch to his gut, though his expression didn’t change. He knew he was attractive; it had always been an annoyance, both from unwanted attention and attention that he chose not to want. But to know that Naruto…

“Tch.” 

Naruto was just being objective. There was no reason to feel any type of way about it. 

“Don’t ‘tch’!” Naruto loud-whispered at him. At least he was quieter now. 

“It would be easy for you, so what’s the deal? Some kinda torture thing? Repression?” he asked, sounding a little more annoyed, maybe even flustered. 

“Yep,” Sasuke agreed flippantly, closing his eyes once again. 

“Oh, c’mon, I’m being serious, that’s probably why you’re so fucking—“

Sasuke’s ear rang at the sudden silence, but he kept his eyes closed. Just ignore it. Ignore him. 

“Never.” Naruto breathed it out like an epiphany. “You’ve never had sex, you’re a virgin.” He said, and Sasuke could hear the stupid grin on his face. 

“Aw, S’uke!” Naruto nearly coo’d, and Sasuke could feel the annoyance rising within him at an alarming speed.

“Naruto,” he bit out, a warning. 

“Sasuke~ that makes so much sense.” That same sweet, cooing voice. 

Sasuke might kill him. He might actually become a terrorist. Or at least the murderer of one specific man. 

Naruto rolled off the bed, clearly not acknowledging the previous warning, a grin on his face that Sasuke could only describe as shit-eating. 

He didn’t know what he did to deserve this.

“Naruto,” he warned again, his eyes narrowed at the blond who was rapidly approaching, but again his warning didn’t register. 

The heavy weight of Naruto landed on-top of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, a mop of blond hair nuzzled into the side of his face. 

Sasuke was definitely going to murder him.

“Get off me, idiot.” He said, his face now half squished into the pillow, his heart hammering at the feel of Naruto’s bare chest pressed against his arm. Naruto was on top of him. In just his boxers. He smelled like beer and body spray and that familiar—

Shit.

“Don’t worry, Sasuke.” Naruto said, still rubbing his head against Sasuke’s cheek. 

“I’ll help you. I’ll help you find someone nice. I accept this quest and I’ll be your guide. Don’t worry.” 

““Oh my god.” Sasuke bit out again, exasperated, trying to free himself from the grasp of his drunk roommate—shoving at whatever part of Naruto he could reach.

“I’m very close to becoming full terrorist, Naruto.” He growled, but the blond didn’t move, just laughed and let himself be a dead weight for Sasuke to jostle around. 

“I will actually kill you if you don’t get off of me,” Sasuke exclaimed, and finally, with one firm push, succeeded in rolling the other man off him and toward the wall. 

The floor would have been better, but he’d take what he could get. 

Sasuke sat up quickly, kicking at Naruto’s legs, who just laughed and kicked back.

“Get out of my bed, you drunk asshole.” Sasuke said, voice low as he reached down to tug on Naruto’s shoulder, then at his neck to try to get him to roll over and off the bed.

“Stop! I’m being so nice to you and this is how you repay me?!” Naruto whined, clawing at the sheets to stop himself from being pulled, kicking at the mattress like a child. 

Naruto’s hand slid under the pillow in his struggle, and as if in slow-motion, Sasuke watched as Naruto pulled the black t-shirt free. 

Sasuke kept tugging at him, more desperate now. It’d be fine; it’s just a shirt, as long as—

Naruto froze, his legs no longer kicking, and Sasuke used that pause to roll the blond over himself and off the bed, where Naruto landed on his back on the floor, legs still up and that stupid black t-shirt with a now visible cartoon fox on it in his hand. 

Naruto turned his head to the side, looking at the shirt, then back towards Sasuke, then at the shirt again.

“Uh,” he started, holding it up in the air now, as if Sasuke needed a reminder. As if he didn’t know what it was. 

“Why is my shirt under your pillow?” 

Sasuke’s mind went through about two hundred possible responses and their subsequent reactions. No lie could possibly work, right? Unless he was seriously overestimating the blond in his own mind, which was certainly a possibility. 

He felt his cheeks heat up, and willed them to stop.

He leaned back from the edge of the bed, where he had been looking down at Naruto. Maybe if he didn’t look at it, it’d somehow help him think. 

“I don’t know.” Sasuke said, voice even—a little accusing too, like Naruto had planted it there. 

Not his best course of action, but it was the only thing he could actually get out of his mouth. The logical thought process had turned into just a high pitch screeching in his mind. 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Naruto asked, sitting up and pulling his legs back onto the floor. He was looking at Sasuke with slightly narrowed eyes.

Sasuke swallowed, because somehow he hadn’t processed what to say to a follow-up question, and shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“That--That’s not an answer. You clearly do know.” Naruto said, shaking the shirt around. “I left this….” He looked back to his side of the room, then gestured vaguely towards it. “Somewhere over there. And now it’s over here.” 

Sasuke couldn’t answer. What could he say? Even to a drunk idiot, this was clearly intentional. 

Maybe he could just jump out the window. 

No, he couldn’t. They didn’t open wide enough. 

Then, Naruto’s face split into an almost menacing grin, and Sasuke’s blood went cold. 

“You do miss me when I’m not here!” he said, the delight in his voice obvious, haunting. 

“No, I jus—“

“You were sleeping with my shirt!” Naruto laughed, shifting onto his knees. “I thought you literally hated me, and now you’re sleeping with my shirt.” 

There was something in his voice that almost sounded like relief, and Sasuke didn’t know what to do with that. Or this entire situation. He felt humiliated, cheeks burning, Naruto laughing at him in a way that somehow didn’t feel mean. 

And there was nothing he could do except go along with it. Because the alternative, the truth, was…well, significantly worse. 

Sasuke laid back down, turned his back towards Naruto and stared at the wall. 

“Aww, Sasuke!” Naruto exclaimed, giddy, amused. He shuffled on his knees towards the edge of the bed, and Sasuke swore he could feel some kind of evil energy radiating off him. He swore it. 

“I’m learning so much about you tonight.” The blond teased, pulling at the sheets Sasuke had wrapped himself in. 

“Stop it.” Sasuke bit out, snatching the sheets tighter. God, he should just switch schools, was it too late for that? 

Naruto, as usual, ignored him, his hands pawing against the bed as he giggled. Literally giggled. He was just so fucking tickled by this, wasn’t he? 

“You want me to cuddle you instead? I’m way better than a shirt. Promise.” He continued, pulling himself up onto the bed. 

“Naruto, I swear to God—“

Sasuke cut himself off when Naruto slid under the blankets, scooting up against his back like it was the most normal thing in the world. He stiffened as he felt a warm arm slide across his waist, a palm pressing against his stomach. 

He could feel the warmth of Naruto’s chest against his back, his knees hitting the back of Sasuke’s legs and making them curl. 

“What—Get out!” Sasuke hissed, too stunned to do anything to get away from him, from the warmth. He didn’t want to, not really. But he should. 

“Don’t be like that,” Naruto murmured, his voice quieter now, but still teasing. “You’re the one who was sleeping with my shirt.” 

Sasuke had nothing to say to that. Because even though the original intention of grabbing the shirt was not to sleep with it, it still happened. 

He let out a soft exhale, his body stiff, but he didn’t pull away. He felt as if his heart was going to pound out of his chest.

“Isn’t this better?” Naruto asked, and Sasuke could feel him grin into his hair. He didn’t know why he hadn’t pegged Naruto for the cocky type, but this was clearly feeding his ego. 

They were silent for a few minutes—Sasuke trying to figure out what the hell was going on and how to stop his heart from betraying him like that—because he was pretty sure Naruto could feel it. And Naruto was just breathing softly, his thumb brushing against Sasuke’s stomach every few seconds. 

“I really did think you hated me for a while there,” Naruto whispered, his voice low, softer.

“You are annoying.” Sasuke replied, his own voice quiet.

This was bad. This was so bad and Sasuke couldn’t even pull away. He had denied himself human contact for so long that it felt like his skin was drinking up all of Naruto’s warmth. Like he had stepped outside into the first sunny day of the year after months of winter. 

Naruto laughed softly and shifted down, aligning his head better with the pillow.

“Yeah, but you don’t hate me.” He said, leaning forward, his breath ghosting over the back of Sasuke’s neck and making him shiver. “I think you like me.”

Naruto’s lips brushed against the skin on the back of the raven’s neck, and Sasuke inhaled sharply, a shiver running from the top of his head down his entire body. 

“I think you really like me,” Naruto murmured against Sasuke’s skin, then pressed his lips a little more firmly against him.

“I think you’re an idiot.” Sasuke murmured, shivering, and tilted his head forward just a tad despite the warning sirens blasting in his mind. 

Naruto ignored him, rubbing his lips against the nape of Sasuke’s neck gently, then pressed another kiss a little higher.

“It’s not a super friend-like thing to do, y’know.” Naruto said with a soft laugh. He shifted forward so he could lean his head to kiss the side of Sasuke’s neck, blond hair tickling his ear.

It wasn’t a heated kiss, just a small, gentle brush of his lips, and it made Sasuke’s head spin. Naruto’s lips continued up to under his jaw, then along his jawbone.

“So I think that means that you wouldn’t mind…” Naruto moved the hand from Sasuke’s stomach up, pressing it against the opposite side of the raven’s jaw and turning his face towards him. 

Sasuke let him. Just let him tilt his face. His heart pounding and stomach clenching, and mind spinning as he watched Naruto glance down at his lips. He let out a breath, his own dark eyes meeting blue, no words of protest in his mouth because how could he? How could he deny this?

Then Naruto was kissing him. Warm lips against his, gentle, almost testing, and Sasuke’s eyes slid closed, turning his head further into the kiss.

Naruto pulled away, just enough for Sasuke to see the grin on his face. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Naruto whispered, his eyes searching Sasuke’s face. The blonde’s hand moved again, pulling gently on Sasuke’s shoulder to get him to turn over.

Sasuke swallowed—his cheeks flushed, his mind seemingly reset by the kiss and still rebooting. He turned over, rolling to face Naruto now, glancing up at him with a soft frown. 

“You’re drunk.” Sasuke murmured, leaning his head down onto the pillow.

“I’m not that drunk,” Naruto answered, his face becoming serious. “I know what I’m doing.” 

He slid his hand back to Sasuke’s cheek, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear, and then he was kissing him again. Harder this time, his lips parting and tongue coming out to brush along Sasuke’s bottom lip.

Sasuke did not feel like he could process this information right now, not while his own lips were parting, while he was pressing himself closer to Naruto, letting out a soft sound at the feel of his tongue, the taste of him, like beer and gum and miso. 

Naruto’s hand pressed against the back of Sasuke’s head, fingers tangled in his dark hair, and Sasuke tentatively brought one hand up to settle against the side of Naruto’s neck.

He brushed his fingers against the soft skin, feeling the warmth, the way the blond’s heart was pounding, and Naruto groaned softly into the kiss—the sound igniting Sasuke’s blood. God, it sounded even better than he had imagined. 

“I…can’t believe you’re letting me kiss you.” Naruto murmured as he pulled away, chuckling softly. “I’ve had a dumb fuckin’ crush on you since we moved in here.”

The look on Naruto’s face was almost too much. His lids half shut, a smile on his lips and flushed cheeks. Sasuke felt his heart flutter in a way that told him he was in trouble. This was not part of the plan. 

Sasuke’s hand found Naruto’s earlobe, brushing his fingers against it softly. He didn’t have anything to say that wasn’t entirely embarrassing, so he just tugged on his ear gently and kissed him again.

Naruto’s hand slid off his face, over his arm, down to his waist. Sasuke felt his fingers like individual lightning bolts, pressing into his side, then the warmth of his palm as he pressed his hand against his ribs, as if feeling each dip of bone. 

Naruto kissed him gently, which was not something Sasuke had let himself think about. His daydreams were all fast, messy, dirty—not…this. Not the slow movement of Naruto’s lips, not the warmth and soft pressure of his tongue sliding into his mouth, not the rhythmic low sound of his breathing. 

Sasuke could feel the heat spreading through him, slowly. Blooming from his head, down his chest, into his stomach. Settling deep in his gut. Each time Naruto let out a sound into his mouth, each stroke of his fingers over his ribs, each quick pull back to reposition their lips deepening it until Sasuke felt like he was just pure burning light. 

He had never been so hard in his life.

Naruto’s hand slid to the small of his back, pulling him closer, pressing their chests together, their hips together—and he felt the sharp intake of breath that told him Naruto noticed. 

Sasuke pulled back, flushed and panting, looking up at Naruto from under his lashes—he didn’t say anything, just looked, unsure what else to do.

And he must have looked a type of way, because Naruto let out a deep, shuddering breath. His fingers twitched against Sasuke’s back, digging into his skin.

“Shit. Yeah, let me—can I—can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” Sasuke breathed out, his voice sounding foreign to him. Breathless, desperate.

Naruto pushed against Sasuke’s shoulder, rolling him onto his back, then scooping him—a fluid motion that had Sasuke flipping the other way, and Naruto pulled Sasuke against himself immediately.

Naruto’s hips pressed against his ass, and Sasuke could feel him through the fabric, hard, solid.

And then Naruto’s mouth was on his neck again, kissing and sucking, nipping at his pale skin with a new kind of intensity. His hand slid down, feeling Sasuke’s cock straining against his sweatpants, squeezing and palming him.

Sasuke gasped, his fingers twitching. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with his hands like this, and that took up what little brain power he had at the moment until Naruto’s hand pushed under the waistband of his sweats and wrapped around him.

Then there was no more thought process. 

“Fuck,” Sasuke breathed out, his hips twitching against Naruto’s hand as his breathing sped up. Naruto was just touching, his fingers tracing up his length, dancing around the head of his cock before finally wrapping his hand around it and giving him a soft squeeze. 

Naruto was grinding against him, his mouth still working Sasuke’s neck—his tongue hot as it licked, his teeth sharp as he bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder. 

The warm hand around him finally started moving, slow, solid strokes, and Sasuke’s head jerked back, a low groan falling from his lips. He felt the back of his head collide with the side of Naruto’s, felt the blond chuckle against his skin.

“Woah, careful,” Naruto murmured, his voice low and rough in a way Sasuke had only ever imagined. “Feels good?”

Sasuke for a brief moment, wondered if he was dreaming. 

“Y-Yeah,” he breathed out, his arm bending, fingers gripping his pillowcase for something to hold onto.

He looked down at Naruto’s wrist disappearing into his waistband, his tan skin against Sasuke’s pale stomach, and reached his free hand down to shove his sweatpants out of the way.

The sight of Naruto’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him, caused Sasuke to groan—an almost surprised, choked sound as his hips jerked forward into the touch. 

Naruto’s head tilted to look too, his mouth pressed against Sasuke’s shoulder as he sped up. He swept his thumb over Sasuke’s tip, smearing the precum beading there.

“Shit.” Naruto murmured, his hips grinding more desperately against Sasuke’s ass, trying to find more friction.

His hand left Sasuke’s cock for a moment, and the raven let out a confused huff before Naruto tugged his sweatpants down further, settling them under the curve of Sasuke’s ass. Then, Naruto quickly slid his own boxers down, letting out a shuddering breath as his cock sprang out, nudging against Sasuke’s cheek. 

The blond’s hand was back on him after that, stroking him faster as his hips rocked desperately against Sasuke’s skin—soft grunts escaping him with every rut. 

Sasuke turned his head, straining his neck towards him, and Naruto was on it—kissing him immediately, both of them moaning as their tongues met hungrily. Sasuke’s lips parted, his hips stuttering as Naruto lapped into his mouth, messy and wet, as if too far gone for any kind of structure—just the deep need to taste. 

Naruto’s arm pushed between Sasuke’s head and the pillow, his hand pressing into the raven’s forehead, holding him there as he licked into his mouth desperately. The blond pulled away, lifting himself up a bit to stare down at Sasuke’s face.

His hand travelled down, thumb pressing at the corner of Sasuke’s mouth, then along his wet bottom lip before sliding past them and pushing down softly against his bottom teeth.

Sasuke let his mouth fall open more at the push, his eyes half-lidded as he moaned, tongue flicking against the tip of Naruto’s thumb.

“Fuck,” Naruto breathed out, his hips grinding against Sasuke harder at the sight, his eyes focused on Sasuke’s mouth. 

Sasuke felt Naruto’s cock twitch against him, the wetness of his precum sliding across his skin with each movement.

Sasuke’s eyes fluttered closed, his breathing ragged.

“Naruto—“

“—Fuck,” the blond breathed out again, the hand around Sasuke speeding up further, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room, the raven’s hips thrusting into his hand. 

“Are you gunna cum?” Naruto asked, breathless, his thumb pressing harder against Sasuke’s teeth. “God, c’mon—“

Naruto didn’t even have to finish his sentence. Sasuke’s breath caught, he moaned, hips arching into Naruto’s hand as the knot in his stomach unravelled. He frantically reached his free hand down, fingers curling over Naruto’s forearm, nails digging into his skin as he spilled into his hand.

Naruto’s eyes left Sasuke’s face, watching as Sasuke’s cock twitched in his grasp, as each spurt of cum shot out and dripped over his fingers onto Sasuke’s stomach. 

He stroked Sasuke through it, the raven twitching and gasping under his touch until it was too much, until he whimpered and pushed at his arm, overstimulated.

Sasuke couldn’t think, could barely breathe—in disbelief that he had thought his last orgasm before this had been the hardest he’d ever came. Because this— 

Then Sasuke was getting pushed over, Naruto’s hand had left his cock, was pressing against his hip, then his thigh—tilting him. He moved easily, still too dazed to think, but managed to lift his head enough to look back.

Sasuke let out a low groan at the sight. Naruto stroking himself with his cum-covered hand, the tip of his cock pressed lightly against Sasuke’s ass cheek, his blue eyes dark and focused on his own movements.

Naruto’s breathing was heavy, fast, and loud; his mouth open in concentration, brows lightly furrowed. He smacked his cock against Sasuke’s cheek once—solid, thick—stroking himself feverishly. He only lasted another couple of seconds before groaning, hips stuttering as he aimed his release—his cum splattering against Sasuke’s ass. He let go of himself, his cock resting on the curve of Sasuke’s cheek, hips still rocking against him, eyes trained on where his cock slid through the cum, slick against Sasuke’s skin. 

Naruto let out a deep breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing that entire time—finally looking up and at Sasuke.

The raven bit down on the thumb that was still in his mouth gently, and Naruto removed it—grinning that thousand-watt grin at him. He looked like he had just won a lifetime supply of ramen. 

“Damn.” he muttered, shifting to reach behind him and grab the tissue box on Sasuke’s nightstand. 

Sasuke felt Naruto clean him up, the tissue sliding through the mess on his ass cheek, then another on his stomach. Sasuke shifted once he was clean enough, pulling his sweatpants back over himself and turning onto his back.

Naruto wiped his hand off, tossing the tissues down onto the floor—Sasuke tried to pretend he hadn’t seen that. Then those blue eyes were looking at him, a flicker of uncertainty there, likely because Sasuke hadn’t been able to speak yet. 

“Was that—are you—“ Naruto fumbled, and Sasuke couldn’t help the soft smirk that slipped over his lips as he listened to the usually confident Naruto try to find words. 

“Yes, and yes,” Sasuke murmured, his voice rough, still a little breathless. 

He tilted his head towards the blond, who stopped trying to talk when he saw the smirk on Sasuke’s face and smiled at him instead, settling back down beside him.

“‘Kay, good. Just checking.” Naruto mumbled, the smile on his face turning ridiculously dopey as he turned onto his side, nuzzling into the pillow, eyes closing. 

Sasuke stared at him for a moment—gaze tracing the blond’s face, the shape of his brow, the slope of his nose, the way his lips were pulled up into that smile.

He reached down, fingers wrapping around Naruto’s arm, pulling it up and over his waist as he let out a soft sigh and relaxed into his own pillow. Naruto’s fingers curled around his side, thumb brushing against his skin softly.

Sasuke let his eyes close—warmth tingling through him. This was bad, he knew. This was not part of the plan. This was something he would have to push away, to deny himself because how was he going to be able to focus on his shit now that he knew what Naruto’s mouth tasted like? 

Or—a dumb, stupid little voice inside his head said—or he could let himself have this. Whatever it was. 

He debated letting that voice float around inside his mind for a moment.

“…Were you jerking off with my shirt?” Naruto asked, interrupting the silence, cutting through the internal debate.

Sasuke’s eyes flew open—and then, he laughed. 

The sound caused Naruto’s head to lift, blue eyes widening in surprise, a teasing grin stretching across his lips as he leaned over to drink in the look on the raven’s face. 

God, Sasuke Uchiha didn’t have time for this. 

Maybe, though, he could make some.