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1.
It's late in the evening when Naruto receives a knock at the door to his apartment.
He steals a glance at the clock on his wall and raises a confused eyebrow when he realizes that it's well after ten. Why would anybody be coming to see him – especially at this hour?
He guesses that it could be Pervy Sage, since they're supposed to be heading out to look for some woman first thing tomorrow morning or something. Naruto still doesn't know why he's being forced to tag along, but at least he'll be learning a new jutsu from the old man, so he supposes that he can't complain too much.
He gets up from where he'd just been sitting on his bedroom floor, going through his clothes and deciding which ones to pack for his trip. He doesn't know how long they'll be gone, after all – however long it takes to find that lady, he guesses, which could take a while. Forgetting his clothes for now, he steps out into the entryway and another knock comes.
At that, Naruto wonders if perhaps it's someone else, since Pervy Sage typically doesn't knock. Maybe Kakashi-sensei or Iruka-sensei, or even Sakura? Though Kakashi-sensei doesn't knock often either...
With a blush, he wonders if it is in fact Sakura, and what she could be doing here this late if so. Maybe she came to give him a goodbye kiss...?
Ha, as if.
Whoever it is, though, is persistent, and they knock once more before Naruto finally reaches the door. He hesitates for only a moment before he pulls it open, and he's surprised to see Sasuke standing on the opposite side instead of Sakura, his hands shoved into his pockets, looking off to the side somewhere as though distracted or bored. The sound of the door opening draws his attention to Naruto and he gives a curt nod.
"Hey," he greets casually, as if him showing up here is a normal, everyday sort of thing, and Naruto tilts his head a little at him, shifting from one bare foot to the other.
"Oh, Sasuke," Naruto says simply, allowing his confusion at Sasuke's presence to show on his face. "What... are you doing here?" he asks slowly. Sasuke has never visited him before. For all Naruto knew, Sasuke didn't even know where he lived. He guesses he'd been wrong.
When Sasuke raises his hand, Naruto finally notices that there's something in it – something square and wrapped in cloth. "I brought this for you," Sasuke says, averting his eyes. And if Naruto were to look closely enough, he's sure he'd see a faint blush on those pale cheeks.
"What is it?" Naruto asks, but then Sasuke just thrusts it into his hands before Naruto can even process that it's happening.
"Just take it, idiot," he says, and Naruto wordlessly takes the object as told, looking it over for a moment or two before Sasuke finally tells him, "It's food."
"Food?" Naruto echoes. Why is Sasuke giving him food?
"Stewed tomatoes and sticky rice," Sasuke informs him awkwardly, and Naruto finally realizes that it's a bento box that's wrapped in the cloth. "Just... I don't know... thought you should eat something other than ramen, for once, I guess."
Naruto finds himself stunned at such a thoughtful gesture. It would already greatly surprise him coming from anyone else, so the fact that it's coming from Sasuke makes Naruto feel like maybe he hit his head and is imagining this entire interaction. Maybe this is some sort of weird dream even.
He isn't sure what to say, his throat feeling tight. He fights off the urge to pinch himself to make sure he's actually awake and fidgets.
"Thanks," he manages, willing himself not to tear up. Sasuke just gives him a nod, and after a moment, Naruto steps aside – a silent invitation for Sasuke to come inside.
He half expects Sasuke to tell him that he can't stay, that he's got to get home, but Sasuke says nothing. He actually hesitates before finally stepping inside the entryway, letting Naruto awkwardly close the door behind him. Sasuke takes his shoes off, as if trying to be polite, and then glances around before his gaze lands on Naruto again. Sasuke clears his throat.
"I, um... I also wanted to see how you were doing," he then admits, sounding even more awkward than before. This entire interaction feels awkward and strange. Sasuke then hastens to clarify, "You know, because of your injuries after the, uh..."
He trails off and gestures vaguely with his hand, but Naruto knows that he's talking about the battle with Gaara.
"Oh," Naruto says, surprised that Sasuke of all people has come to check on him, but then he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck, not sure what to do with himself. "Those are totally all healed already! I feel great. No need to worry."
"Good," Sasuke replies, looking a little uncomfortable. He visibly swallows, and then adds, "I'm sorry for being so... so useless during that fight. But it won't happen again – that's a promise. I'm not gonna stand by and watch my friends get hurt like that ever again."
"Sasuke..." Naruto utters, and then stops. Honestly, he isn't sure what to say to that. He doesn't think that Sasuke was useless, exactly, just exhausted and hurt. And that's okay. Not everyone can have the same insane healing abilities that Naruto has, after all.
But he knows that Sasuke will dismiss his words if he says something like that or tries to make any excuses for him, so he lets it go. Instead, he can't help but to zone in on the fact that Sasuke just called Naruto his friend. It makes Naruto feel so good to hear it that he has to suppress a smile.
"You've gotten so strong, it's a little astounding," Sasuke acknowledges, and the words feel like a punch to Naruto's gut in the best way. For Sasuke to notice it, and so openly too, is not something Naruto ever expected but something he's always wanted. Before Naruto can respond, Sasuke gives him a slight smirk. "Guess I'll just have to start training harder then."
Naruto gives him a grin. "Guess so," he says, and then he heads into the kitchen and sets the bento box that Sasuke gave him in the refrigerator before coming back to the entryway. "But then that means I'll have to train harder, too, you know, so that you don't ever have a chance to think that you're stronger or better than me."
"Tch, don't bother," Sasuke tells him, smirk still in place. "No matter how strong you get, I'm always gonna be stronger. That's just a fact."
"Yeah, as if!" is Naruto's response to that. "I bet I'm already stronger than you right now!"
"Right," Sasuke says, the word dripping with sarcasm, but he barely has time to get it out because Naruto – as a display of his strength – shoves him into the wall and pins him there, left arm at his side and the right one extended over his head. He lets out a sound of surprise and then frowns at Naruto, seemingly unimpressed. "Idiot, what are you doing? Get off of me."
But Naruto only grins again, feeling like he's won the argument when he feels Sasuke struggling in his grasp. "See, I told ya!" He giggles, loving how helpless Sasuke seems under his hands.
The arm at Sasuke's side easily pulls free after a moment and he grabs the front of Naruto's bright orange and blue jacket and pulls him closer, and Naruto's eyes widen in surprise. Sasuke only smirks again. "So... you were saying?"
The wrist above his head is still pinned to the wall, however, and Naruto can feel Sasuke's forearm flexing as he balls his hand into a fist. Whatever Naruto had planned to say next now completely escapes him, his lips parted, unsure why he feels so... strange. He swallows, his breathing becoming labored. Could it be his proximity to Sasuke that's causing this weird reaction? But... why? And why all of a sudden? What does it even mean? Naruto doesn't know what's wrong with him.
Sasuke's grip on his jacket only tightens as they stare at each other, neither speaking now. It seems as though Sasuke has noticed the shift in Naruto's mood, and his own expression has shifted too, but Naruto can't figure out what he might be thinking. There's a glint of something in his dark eyes, but Naruto doesn't know what it is or what it means or why it's there and it makes his stomach feel weird. He isn't sure if he should be scared or excited.
And then... something happens. Something that completely flips Naruto's entire world upside down – Sasuke pulls Naruto forward by the front of his jacket until their lips are pressing together.
Naruto feels like the world is suddenly moving in slow motion, his breath caught in his throat as Sasuke kisses him. Sasuke's lips are just as soft and warm as he'd remembered them to be from the last times, both so long ago... the very first of which occurring back when they'd first become genin. A complete accident – honestly, both of the kisses had been – yet Naruto could never forget it. It had been his first kiss, after all, and Sasuke's too. It feels like yesterday, and at the same time, like it happened forever ago.
But this is different... this isn't accidental. Sasuke is kissing him on purpose this time, and Naruto isn't sure what to think of it, or what to feel. He's at war within himself – half of his body is yelling at him to push Sasuke away, to demand an explanation, and the other half is telling him to kiss back. To just let it happen.
He doesn't know what any of this is supposed to mean for either of them. He very briefly wonders if he somehow could have been mistaken this whole time about how friendships actually work, but then he shakes it off, knowing in his gut that he was right before – friends don't do this sort of thing. And he and Sasuke... they're friends, aren't they? So what is this? Why is Sasuke... doing any of this?
Does he like him? No, that can't be it. Sasuke doesn't like anyone that way, especially not Naruto. Not that Naruto would even want Sasuke to like him – he likes Sakura, after all. He wants to kiss her.
...Right?
So then why hasn't he pulled away yet? Why is he just letting Sasuke kiss him? And why... does he kind of like it a little bit?
His eyes half closed, Naruto kisses back slightly and then pulls back some to try to speak, needing some answers. "S... Sas–" he gasps, his voice hardly anything more than a whisper, but Sasuke cuts him off before he can finish whatever he'd been about to say. Not that he even knows what that would be, too caught up in the way his lips are tingling to remember.
"Shut up," is Sasuke's quiet interjection, and then they're kissing again, and Naruto decides that it doesn't matter why this is happening because it feels good. He lets his eyes fall shut and kisses back properly, lets himself enjoy the attention – Sakura completely forgotten now. With his free hand, he mirrors Sasuke, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging,as if by doing so he can somehow manage to get Sasuke even closer than they already are while keeping him pinned against the wall.
After a moment, Sasuke breaks the kiss but Naruto instinctively chases him without thinking about it, their noses brushing, breaths mingling, hearts racing and eyes slowly fluttering open. Sasuke releases Naruto's jacket, reaching up to gently touch his cheek instead. It's a display of tenderness that Naruto hadn't known that Sasuke was even capable of until now that he's experiencing it for himself. It leaves him breathless.
Naruto leans into the touch, the warmth of Sasuke's palm seeping into his skin. He might be trembling, but he can't quite tell. It's not often that he gets to experience touch that isn't from exchanging blows – so this softness, this gentleness... well, it's almost a little overwhelming. He gets a sensation like butterflies in his stomach, his knees feeling weak. What the hell has Sasuke done to him?
Whatever it is, Naruto hopes that it isn't some sort of trick or something. He hopes that this is for real, that Sasuke means all of this – whatever it is. Naruto couldn't handle being toyed with. He can't handle being wanted this way only for it to not mean a thing to Sasuke too.
"Sasuke," Naruto breathes, leaning in once more. "Do it again... please..."
And after only a moment, Sasuke wordlessly obliges, kissing Naruto's lips again. Naruto releases the arm that he'd been pinning to the wall in order to grab another fistful of Sasuke's shirt with that hand too, pushing him into the wall and pressing so close to him that there's practically no space left between their bodies. Their kissing is rough and inexperienced but somehow still soft and delightful all the same. It makes Naruto feel like his whole body is on fire, flushed from head to toe, a warmth spreading throughout him. He doesn't know why this is happening, but what he does know is that he never wants it to end. If he could, he would keep Sasuke here like this forever and he would never stop kissing him.
Why does it feel so good to kiss him?
The next time they break apart to catch their breaths, Naruto lowers his head and presses his forehead into Sasuke's shoulder, releasing his shirt in order to lightly take hold of Sasuke's waist with both hands, wanting to keep him close. He silently notes – with some embarrassment – the tightness in his pants, and internally curses himself. Why does that have to happen now? His body is so stupid, trying to embarrass him in front of Sasuke like this.
He lets out a soft grumble, squeezing his eyes shut before pulling back a little. He reopens his eyes but finds that he suddenly can't look at Sasuke's face.
"Hey, loser," Sasuke says, his voice so soft that Naruto couldn't possibly take offense to the nickname. Not that it's affected him in a while, really, but still. "What's wrong?"
Naruto debates lying, but doesn't see the point in it – Sasuke will just know that he's being dishonest. So instead he swallows, feeling his cheeks burn hot as he tries to find the words to describe what's happening to him but coming up short. In truth, he doesn't really even know why exactly it happens, or how to talk about it, or what it is that he's feeling. But maybe he can make Sasuke understand anyway.
He gathers up his courage and then finally speaks. "My, um..." he starts, and then stops for a moment to think and quickly glance down. He can't make himself say all of it, so, pathetically quiet, he skips over the word he can't force out and simply finishes with, "It's– it's stiff..."
When he finally looks at Sasuke's face again, he notices the way that Sasuke's blushing too, and he isn't sure if it makes him feel better or worse about the whole thing.
"Mine too," Sasuke quietly admits then. "It's okay."
Feeling a bit more comforted by that, Naruto tries not to look down to confirm and instead asks, "Why's it like that?"
If possible, Sasuke's face only gets redder. He turns it to the side, seemingly avoiding Naruto's gaze. "You idiot..." he says, shaking his head, "Asking me things like that..."
Naruto doesn't understand. "Huh? Come again?"
"Tch," Sasuke utters. "Why do you think?"
Naruto doesn't know how to answer, so he just stares and shrugs. And then he drops his gaze to Sasuke's chest. "It hurts," he complains after a few moments. "Does– does yours hurt too?"
"Um, a little," Sasuke answers, though despite his awkwardness, he still seems to have more confidence about all of this than Naruto does, which is so unfair, in Naruto's opinion. How isn't he dying of embarrassment like Naruto is right now?
"What do we do about that?" he asks, still not able to look at Sasuke's face yet. "Can we make it stop hurting?"
Naruto finally looks up in time to see Sasuke rolling his eyes. "If... if you want to do stuff, you should just ask me," he says, but Naruto only feels more confused at that, eyebrows knitting together.
"Say what? What kind of stuff?"
Sasuke meets his gaze briefly, his expression unreadable to Naruto, but there's a twinkle of excitement in his eyes that then dart away. "Don't play coy, loser – it's unlike you. Just... go ahead and ask me if you really want to touch."
Naruto only blinks at him. "Ask you what? Touch what? What are you talking about, Sasuke?"
Sasuke seems to realize that Naruto is asking genuinely and not playing dumb and he tilts his head a little at him in response to the question. "You... really don't know?"
"Know what?" is Naruto's slightly exasperated response, trying not to get frustrated, but it's hard when he feels so dumb right now.
Sasuke just stares at him for a long moment, and then he says, "I'm talking about messing around and stuff like that. You know, like... touching each other, and..."
He trails off as if waiting for Naruto to grasp what he's saying. But Naruto keeps staring, trying to make sense of all of it.
"Naruto," Sasuke finally says, very slowly, "haven't you ever... touched yourself?"
"Myself...?" Naruto echoes. He feels incredibly embarrassed for not understanding what exactly it is that Sasuke's trying to say to him right now. "And what do you mean by that?"
Sasuke looks pained. "You know," he says unhelpfully with an equally unhelpful gesture, and then he sighs and tries again. "Like... when you rub it and it feels good? That's what I mean. I'm asking if you've ever done that."
Now it's Naruto who's tilting his head. "Seriously, Sasuke, what the heck are you even saying?" he questions, pulling back a little more, but then after a second, it dawns on him just what the 'it' Sasuke's talking about is, and his eyes widen. "Wait, are you still talking about my–"
He abruptly cuts himself short when it becomes clear that yes, they are still talking about that. He wets his lips and swallows, unable to look at Sasuke's face anymore.
"Well, yeah," Sasuke replies, looking a little annoyed. "Stupid. What did you think I was talking about?"
"I don't know!" Naruto reiterates, his face getting hotter by the second. "When it gets like this, I usually just wait until it goes away by itself. You don't do that?"
"Of course not," Sasuke tells him, finally sounding embarrassed now too. "Well, I mean... not if I can help it. Leaving it like that just hurts and it takes forever for it to go away. Touching it... helps."
"That sounds really pervy, you know..." Naruto mumbles, the words mostly meant for his own ears and not Sasuke's. He clears his throat and then, his cheeks still flaming hot, he asks, "So... how does it help?"
Sasuke looks uncomfortable, shrugging. "Well, like I said, it–" he begins to answer, and then he stops for a moment and makes a face. "Idiot... why are you making me explain this stuff to you when you should already know it? I mean... didn't you pay any kind of attention to those couple of health lessons we received back at the academy? The ones that talked about– about sex and... you know, all of that?"
Naruto's suspicions are confirmed by those words. "Aha, so it is some pervy sex thing!" he replies, and Sasuke just groans in disbelief in response. Naruto can't tell if he's just embarrassed or frustrated. Probably a mixture of both.
"You fell asleep during those classes, didn't you?" Sasuke asks, but Naruto knows that it's not really a question, his face flushing a deeper shade of red at the accusation that's far too true. "Dumbass, of course it's a sex thing. What the hell did you think I was getting at?"
"First of all, those classes were boring!" he says, as if that's a reasonable excuse, and Sasuke shakes his head disapprovingly at him. "And second, once again, how should I know? I don't usually think about weird stuff like that! Unlike you, apparently... You wanted us to– to do something weird!"
Sasuke has the audacity to look affronted. "I didn't say that I wanted that," he argues, but his face is redder than before. "I just thought that maybe you wanted to do that, but that's before I realized that you're an even bigger idiot than I expected."
Naruto shoves him harder into the wall. "At least I'm not the one that likes to do weird stuff!"
Sasuke rolls his eyes again at that. "It's not weird, you loser – it's natural. You sound like a child. Besides, it's not like I do that to myself all that much. Just when I need to, and that's it. And I don't do stuff with other people."
He turns his head away, and at first Naruto just thinks he's being too defensive, but then he realizes that Sasuke had just said that he doesn't do that stuff with anyone else. And yet, he seemed interested when he thought that Naruto wanted to do things with him. Hm.
Naruto thinks of pointing it out, just to embarrass Sasuke further, but he doesn't want to risk Sasuke leaving, so he keeps quiet and waits as Sasuke sighs again then opens his mouth to say something else.
"It's just... well, look, I guess I'm just... I don't know, surprised. Surprised that you don't know any of this. That's all."
Naruto scrunches his nose up, unsure of what to say to that. He doesn't want to remind Sasuke of the fact that he didn't have parents to teach him such things when learning in class didn't work out. Instead, he simply tries to get back on the original topic again, asking, "So... you said that touching it helps, huh? How's that?"
Sasuke grits his teeth, clearly growing even more frustrated than before with Naruto's ignorance but trying to remain calm. "Like I said before, it... it feels good," he answers lamely, like he's ashamed to admit it. "The relief feels good. And that feeling... it builds up and up until it can't anymore, and then it washes over you all at once, almost violently. For a moment, it feels so good that you can't think of anything else. That's all there is to it."
He pauses, reaching up to drag a hand over his face before speaking again. "Seriously, Naruto, do you even know how sex works? It's pretty much the same, just by yourself. You've really never..." Sasuke pauses again, gesturing vaguely with his hand, "...gotten off? You've never had an orgasm or anything?"
Naruto takes a moment to think about Sasuke's words, and realizes that his knowledge of sex is actually fairly limited. He knows it makes people act stupid, especially men – hence the creation of the Sexy Jutsu – and he thinks he knows how it works physically, but he doesn't know much more than the fact that two people who are attracted to each other get together, and then...
Well, that's where it gets vague. He knows that part A goes into part B, to put it simply, but he's never been sure about more than that or what else exactly happens during. He doesn't know what you do or when it ends or what the outcome is supposed to be other than a baby. He never understood what other reasons there could be for everyone to want to do it so badly, but he supposes that if it's just because it feels really good, then that makes it make a little more sense in his head.
But how good can it really be anyway? Because if Pervy Sage's behavior toward every pretty woman he sees is anything to go by, then it must be unimaginable, right? Can it really be so good that it makes someone act so pathetic at every little glimpse of a chance to do it?
Well actually, maybe he shouldn't consider Pervy Sage in his line of questioning here – it seems like his behavior is considered extreme to everyone else as well. But still... he can't help but to wonder. Maybe he should try reading Pervy Sage's books sometime – Naruto's pretty sure he writes about that kind of stuff.
When it comes to touching himself, though – or getting off, as Sasuke put it – Naruto wasn't even aware before that that was ever something that he could do. He'd touched it once before out of curiosity when it was stiff like that, but it felt weird and it made him feel gross and ashamed so he stopped. And nobody ever sat him down and ever had any conversations like that about his body and what would happen to it as he matured and what he should be doing when things do happen, how things should be handled. That the 'weird' feeling was okay, good even.
The most he learned about anything when it comes to sex or puberty or anything like that is whatever he would catch during class before he fell asleep, or whatever he would experience for himself... and between the two, what he learned somehow wasn't much at all. He feels completely stupid and embarrassed having to learn all of this from Sasuke – someone who's the same age as him, yet seemingly much more experienced. Naruto wishes he were more versed on the subject and hopes that Sasuke doesn't think less of him for being so uneducated and unaware.
He takes a while to answer Sasuke's question, almost considering not responding at all out of shame. Eventually, he shakes his head and admits, "I– no, I don't think so... I've never felt anything like that."
Sasuke briefly shuts his eyes and heaves out another sigh at that. Naruto worries that maybe the whole moment has been ruined, but then Sasuke reaches for Naruto's right hand, taking it in his own. Naruto looks at where their hands are connected, his lips parted in surprise.
"Um, here," Sasuke says, seemingly taking pity on him or something, "let me, uh... maybe I could try to teach you. If that's... all right." He briefly pauses and releases Naruto's hand, as if having doubts. "I mean... if you don't want to, that's fine–"
"I– I want to," Naruto interjects, his face somehow feeling hotter as he catches Sasuke's hand again, intertwining their fingers. "You can show me, Sasuke."
Sasuke nods, but he waits a while before moving, as if expecting Naruto to still complain or to change his mind and refuse, but Naruto doesn't protest and so Sasuke guides Naruto's hand to the tent in the front of those bright orange pants. Naruto just watches it happen, watches the way that Sasuke uses his fingers to manipulate Naruto's own around the bulge until he's lightly gripping himself though the fabric.
Naruto holds his breath, somehow growing more excited at the feel of his own hand touching himself through his clothes. He guesses that's probably the point. However, it makes him even more excited to think about Sasuke's hand on it instead, a damp patch forming in his boxer shorts as he imagines it. It's a dangerous thought, but it won't leave him alone now that it's appeared in his brain. Would Sasuke do something like that, if Naruto asked him? Or would that be going too far?
Well, Sasuke was the one who brought up touching each other, said something about messing around and doing stuff, whatever that means. Naruto wonders if 'stuff' had meant sex. Does Sasuke want to do that with him?
No, he said he didn't. He said he thought that Naruto wanted to. But maybe he was lying.
"You seem distracted," Sasuke comments, and Naruto comes back to himself, shoving his thoughts about what Sasuke does or doesn't want to do into the back of his mind for now and shaking his head.
"No, I'm just..." he begins, pausing to try and come up with a word that matches how he's feeling at the moment, "I'm– it feels kinda..."
He doesn't finish that sentence, unsure how to.
"Hn," Sasuke replies then. "Well, you're, um... you're supposed to stroke it now, like this." Sasuke then tightens his grip on Naruto's hand and tries to slowly guide it along the shaft through his layers of clothing, which seems to be difficult for him to try to do. It feels kind of nice anyway, though.
Sasuke frowns. "Um, it's easier if your clothes aren't in the way, but... I'm sure you get the point."
Naruto just nods, distracted by Sasuke's hand on his own, how warm it is. He wants to ask if Sasuke could just touch him there instead, and if, perhaps, he could touch Sasuke like that too... but he isn't sure if that would be okay or not. Would Sasuke get mad at him if he asked? Or would he like it? Naruto isn't really sure and he doesn't want to risk potentially ruining the moment, so he keeps his mouth shut and his hands to safe places. It's not like he'd know what to do anyway.
"Maybe you could, um... undo your pants for me?" Sasuke suggests then, sounding far too casual about the whole thing, and Naruto's head snaps up to look at him, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Sasuke stares back, unspeaking, his eyes dark and watchful. There's a hint of something else there, too, if Naruto looks close enough, but he can't put a name to what he sees.
Naruto finally nods, wetting his lips. "Okay," he replies before he quickly does as told, looking back down at himself as he undoes the button and fly of his pants with a shaking hand.
He's straining against his boxers, wet and throbbing uncomfortably, and Naruto bites down on his bottom lip as Sasuke takes his hand and uses his own to guide it past the waistband of Naruto's underwear. Naruto's hand closes around himself, feeling Sasuke help him tighten his grip before he clumsily moves Naruto's hand for him again.
Naruto lets out a gasp at the feeling, using his free hand to grab any part of Sasuke he can reach and ends up with another fistful of his shirt. He screws his eyes shut, letting Sasuke set a slow but steady pace for him. He's never felt anything like this before and it's more than a little overwhelming. His stomach feels like it's twisting up in knots, something hot settling in his lower belly with every movement.
"There we go," Sasuke murmurs, so soft that Naruto nearly misses it. "Much better like this."
"Ah," Naruto whimpers, feeling utterly helpless under their joined hands on his scorching flesh, "ah... Sasuke..."
"I can't believe you've never tried this," Sasuke comments, sounding more surprised than anything. And far too calm for the situation. "You really should have paid more attention in class."
Naruto doesn't disagree with him, but he doesn't have the ability to say anything intelligible in response to that. He whimpers again, sounding so pathetic to his own ears that it makes his cheeks burn all over again but the pleasure is so good that he can't find it in himself to care.
"Sasuke..." he says softly, curling over their hands and pressing his forehead into Sasuke's chest. It makes it difficult for Sasuke to keep going, so the movement stops altogether, and Naruto feels his mind clearing once the stimulation has eased off. Enough for him to say something, at least. "Please... it feels so good, I– I want you to do it... I want... to feel your hand touching me like this..."
The confession tumbles out of him without his permission, and when he feels Sasuke's hand withdrawing, he inwardly curses himself for being so careless to say something so stupid. He's just about to tell Sasuke to forget he said anything when Sasuke speaks again.
"Maybe we should, uh... take this to your bed, then..." he says shakily into Naruto's hair before touching his shoulder and urging him to step back. The hand on his shoulder slides down his arm and then into his hand, and Sasuke gives it a squeeze before letting go. He stares expectantly, his face bright red, seemingly waiting for Naruto to lead the way.
Naruto takes a moment to process the fact that he hadn't been rejected just now and then he takes Sasuke's hand again and guides him through the red door to Naruto's left and into his bedroom. It's tidier than usual, but there's still a slight mess from when he'd been packing for his trip. He hopes Sasuke will just ignore it.
He then closes the door behind them before releasing Sasuke to strip off his jacket, feeling far too hot to keep wearing it. He tosses it to the floor, leaving him in just his t-shirt. He lightly slaps both of his cheeks, trying to will the heat in his face to subside and the near-constant embarrassment to fade. It doesn't – not completely, anyway. But it's just enough for him to feel a little less awkward, at least. Even with Sasuke's eyes on him.
There's a moment where nothing happens, both of them just standing and staring at each other, and then Sasuke slowly grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor once it's off. Naruto feels like he shouldn't look at him, but he can't help himself – it's like he sees Sasuke in an entirely different way now, and it's really screwing with his head. Is he supposed to think differently of him now? Is that allowed?
Is any of this?
What the hell are they doing?
Naruto takes a step forward and then stops, realizing that he doesn't actually know how to proceed from here. He doesn't know what exactly it is that they're doing, but he knows that he wants it. Whatever it is. He wants it so much that it's all he can think about now.
He wants to ask Sasuke what they should do next, but he's not completely sure that Sasuke fully knows either. Either way, he decides to just take off his pants next to make things easier but he leaves his boxers and shirt on, too uncomfortable to undress any further.
Sasuke is eyeing him carefully and Naruto can't help but to wonder what he's thinking right now. If he's feeling the same way. Naruto steps even closer, reaching out before he stops, almost too afraid to make contact with Sasuke's bare skin. Afraid that if he touches, then Sasuke might vanish and leave him all alone again.
"Is this a dream?" he has to ask then, because it just doesn't feel real at all. Sasuke closes the large gap between them but still doesn't touch, huffing out a short, amused laugh.
"Idiot... does it feel like one?" is his response before he leans in close and finally kisses Naruto again.
Naruto grumbles against his mouth, wanting to tell him that it does feel that way. That's why he's asking, after all. Because in what world does Sasuke ever do this with him? In what world does Sasuke kiss him or touch him with any sort of affection? They're barely even friends on a good day, so this... whatever this is... it makes Naruto feel like he's going crazy. And yet... he doesn't want to stop feeling this way.
Sasuke breaks off the kiss shortly after, catching Naruto's eyes before he moves over to the bed. He sits, looking at Naruto expectantly again, and then Naruto carefully approaches him, chewing on his bottom lip, wondering what he should do.
"Genjutsu?" he asks then, still skeptical, and Sasuke just rolls his eyes.
"Just shut up already, will you?" he tells Naruto, and then he falls back until he's lying on the bed, his legs still over the side. "Shut up and come here."
He looks... well, pretty, lying like this – hair splayed out on the bed, framing his face in a way that's just... so... perfect. Naruto isn't sure how else to describe it. He always thought that Sasuke was a pretty boy before, but right now, it feels different. It makes Naruto's heart begin to race again, thumping away in his chest. His stomach is in knots again too, but that's also different from the way it felt before.
Is it really okay for him to think of Sasuke like this? Is it really okay to touch him? Is it really okay to... to want? To want Sasuke? To desire him in a way that Naruto can hardly yet understand?
Naruto hesitates for a long time before Sasuke breaks the silence.
"Well?" he murmurs, drawing Naruto out of his thoughts, shifting up onto the bed a little more and spreading his legs some, and Naruto's gaze is immediately drawn to the place between Sasuke's thighs. "What are you waiting for?"
It's those words that lead Naruto to make the decision to climb over Sasuke – he plants his knees on the bed between Sasuke's parted legs and his hands on either side of Sasuke's face, unsure of what he should be doing exactly but hoping that this is right somehow. It feels right, anyway. Isn't that what matters?
Before he can ask for some sort of guidance, he feels Sasuke's hand dipping underneath his shirt, fingertips ghosting over his skin, the touch featherlight. Naruto shivers, his gaze darting down to Sasuke's lips. Should he ask before kissing him again? He isn't sure. Probably. The words don't come, however.
He feels dizzy, his whole body beginning to tremble once more as Sasuke splays his hand flat over Naruto's abdomen, the warmth of his palm making Naruto shiver. The hand inches downward until it's sliding over the bulge in Naruto's boxers, cupping him carefully, and Naruto squeezes his eyes shut. The simple touch sends what feels like electric sparks though his veins, setting his blood ablaze. Sasuke's name is on the tip of his tongue again, begging to be said.
"Ah," he utters instead, ineloquent. He curls his fingers into the blanket beneath them, feeling like it's hard to breathe like this. Everything feels so hot, and Sasuke's so close that Naruto can feel his warmth too.
It happens so quickly that Naruto can barely process it – Sasuke knocking Naruto over until he falls onto his left side. He hits the mattress and blinks his eyes open, a little confused. Sasuke turns onto his own side to face him and then quietly says, "It'll be easier like this."
Naruto nods as Sasuke's fingers start to explore him again in a way that almost tickles – they trail over his shirt, slowly moving lower and lower and lower. Those pale fingertips eventually brush the waistband of Naruto's boxers but hesitate there before they slip their way underneath, sliding over Naruto's heated skin. Sasuke takes Naruto in his left hand and Naruto dazedly watches the way that Sasuke's face turns pink all over again when Naruto lets out a soft moan in response to the careful touch. Sasuke's not making eye contact as he slowly begins stroking, instead looking somewhere near Naruto's chest with another unreadable expression on his face.
Naruto reaches up to touch his cheek, the action drawing Sasuke's gaze upward. They lock eyes and Naruto's thumb swipes over Sasuke's cheekbone, his eyes unfocused as he bites the inside of his cheek in an effort to keep himself quiet. He's already embarrassed himself enough for one evening – the last thing he needs is to make it worse by letting out all of these lewd noises that try desperately to claw their way out of his throat.
Sasuke's hand moves faster, and Naruto isn't quite coherent enough to ask before he leans forward and crashes their mouths together once more, messy and uncoordinated, lips parting in a gasp when Sasuke's thumb brushes his leaking slit. Sasuke takes advantage of his surprise, experimentally slipping his tongue into Naruto's mouth, deepening their kiss. It's weird and disgusting. It's hot and exhilarating. Naruto doesn't want it to stop.
Suddenly, the warm feeling in his belly starts to grow stronger, like it's going to reach a peak. Sasuke's words come back to Naruto then, about how it builds until it can't anymore, and Naruto panics, breaking off the kiss and grabbing Sasuke's forearm, begging him to wait. He doesn't want it to end yet. Not yet. Not when it feels like it's only just started.
"What's wrong?" Sasuke asks him as he withdraws his hand from Naruto's boxers, and Naruto can only shake his head, too embarrassed to explain.
"Can I touch you too?" he questions back, his fingers unconsciously brushing Sasuke's stomach. He knows he likely won't be any good at it, but he aches to feel Sasuke, too. To make him feel the way that Naruto's feeling right now.
Sasuke hesitates for a moment and then he gives a brisk nod, shifting until he's on his back again, allowing Naruto to partially lean over him. Naruto's hand begins to drift lower from its place on Sasuke's stomach, eagerly undoing the front of Sasuke's shorts when he reaches them. He takes a breath before he slides the hand into Sasuke's underwear and gently grips him.
Sasuke is just as hard and wet as Naruto, the skin hot to the touch – solid, undeniable proof that he's just as affected by this as Naruto is. Naruto slides his hand along the shaft, trying to mimic what Sasuke had done to him only a few minutes ago, and the face that Sasuke makes at the action is one that Naruto is sure he'll never be able to forget. He looks so good like this, but still far more composed than Naruto could ever hope to be. Naruto wishes he could make Sasuke come apart, wishes he could make him lose his composure for once.
He also wishes he could tell Sasuke about all of these thoughts, but decides it best to keep those kinds of thoughts to himself. Maybe another time. If they ever happen to do something like this again.
The thought that they might not honestly disappoints Naruto greatly. Now that they've just started doing this weird, intimate thing together, Naruto doesn't want to do it with anyone else. He doesn't want Sasuke to do it with anyone else either. It would crush him.
Shaking his head, he tries not to think about that and instead tries to focus more on the task at hand. Literally.
"Naruto," Sasuke says suddenly, soft, drawing Naruto into another open-mouthed kiss. He catches Naruto's bottom lip between his teeth and bites down until Naruto whimpers, wishing he could touch Sasuke and be touched by him at the same time, but it seems like trying to do it would be awkward and hard for him to pull off. If he can barely focus on speaking with Sasuke's hand on him, how can he concentrate enough to stroke him? Still... he wants them to reach that mysterious peak together, somehow.
He releases Sasuke, moving until he's back above him and between those pale thighs. He wonders how it would feel if they were pressed together there, and then lowers himself until his pelvis is flush with Sasuke's. Sasuke squirms against him, rubbing their most sensitive places together, and the sound that escapes the both of them from the simple action is harmonious.
Naruto mimics the movement, slowly grinding down against Sasuke's body as if solely driven by instinct, letting out soft whimpers and shallow breaths with every shift of his body against Sasuke's.
"Is this okay?" he manages to ask in between breaths.
"Shut up and kiss me, loser," Sasuke tells him, so Naruto firmly presses his lips against Sasuke's in response, feeling hot and dizzy.
Kissing ends up being too hard with the way Naruto's moving, so he breaks it off quickly. Sasuke's got an arm slung around Naruto's neck now, fingers gripping at the back of his shirt, and the back of his other hand now presses against his mouth to stifle his noises, eyes screwed shut and sweat-dampened strands of hair clinging to his face. Naruto buries his own face in the crook of Sasuke's neck, mouth pressed to the skin there in an effort to keep himself quiet as well.
The sweet, hot feeling from before builds all the way up again far too quickly, up and up and up, but it's far too good for Naruto not to chase it this time, moving faster. Muscles going taut, Naruto falls over the edge and loses himself in the pleasant waves that engulf him, whimpering out Sasuke's name, his entire body shaking.
He's dimly aware of it happening to Sasuke too, and Naruto inwardly curses himself for being too out of it to be able to fully pay attention as Sasuke comes undone beneath him. Because of him.
He made Sasuke feel good. The thought makes his head spin.
Eventually, the waves die down and leave Naruto feeling sensitive all over, almost like he's electrified. He's panting, limbs feeling weak, body twitching and trembling as he struggles not to collapse on top of Sasuke, knowing he wouldn't like it.
Wow. That's all Naruto can think as he carefully moves, flopping onto his back beside Sasuke, chest heaving with each breath. He feels wet and sticky between his thighs and his boxers are wet too, and he wrinkles up his nose at the feeling before lifting the waistband and taking a peek. It's just as messy as it feels, but he decides to worry about it later and instead he glances over at Sasuke.
He's looking up at the ceiling, breathing just as hard as Naruto is. He glances over and Naruto gives him a dopey grin, reaching down to grasp his hand, his left in Sasuke's right. Neither one of them speaks, but that's okay. Despite all of the questions swirling around in Naruto's head about what this was and what it means for them, it doesn't feel like they need to say anything right now.
Instead, Naruto lets his eyes fall shut, suddenly exhausted, and drifts off into sleep with Sasuke by his side and their hands intertwined.
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Naruto's alone when he awakens in the morning, the sun shining brightly across the floorboards. He sits up, confused, wondering if it had all been an elaborate dream or something, even despite the now dried mess in his boxers. He supposes that maybe something like that can happen even when you sleep, and then climbs out of bed as the disappointment begins to set in.
He showers, finishes packing for his trip, and then wanders into the kitchen for something to eat before he's supposed to meet up with Pervy Sage. Yawning, he opens the refrigerator in search of anything that hasn't gone bad yet, and then he sees it – proof that it had all been real, in the form of a cloth-wrapped bento filled with stewed tomatoes and sticky white rice.