Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, cover image belongs to Blossom at Pixiv.
His eyes snapped open. It took him a second or two to locate himself in both space and time before he could finally allow his cracking nerves to calm down. His body felt excessively numb and heavy, as if he'd been pulled out from some kind of river a minute ago, just in time before water filled to the brink of his lungs.
That wouldn't make sense, though, he can swim, or even better, walk on water. Nothing too hard for a Shinobi.
Naruto pretended to ignore the dripping sweats growing on his tanned skin, way too dazed to want to wipe them off. Trying to distract himself, he emptily stared at the all too familiar ceiling of his own apartment. He did not move an inch, just lied there for what seemed like an eternity.
He knew something changed, and no matter how he tried to go around it, he just couldn't seem shake off the steering fear that's been growing butterflies inside of his stomach. He knew he wasn't ready to face whatever that's about to come, just as clearly as he knew he had no way to hide from it.
"Sa- Sasuke!" He called all of a sudden, loudly.
There was no answer, he started to search around his messy room only to realize that he was alone.
Refusing to give up, he called again and again. To the point where it was not a call anymore, almost like he was tasting that guy's name on his lips. Anyhow, there was still no sing of his raven friend. He tried to sit up, unfortunately, just as he'd expected, it hurts like fucking hell.
"Bastard," he mumbled. Then he realized some of that same bastard's cloths were still lying around on the floor, probably where he had flown them yesterday. Even his brief was there, lying in the corner of his bed. Naruto mindlessly reached out for that dark-colored fabric.
"Pervert." A tone he'd grown so accustomed to, echoed.
Naruto immediately turned to him. Sasuke was standing in the corridor, his bare wet back leaned against the wall, water still dripping from his lazily dried hair. Naruto can distinctly recognize his own pants on him.
The golden hair tried to hide his embarrassment with a joke. "What's wrong with touching my fuck buddy's underwear?" He pulled his arm back to himself.
... Shit! He didn't mean to stir up the topic first thing in the morning, Naruto sweated. He peek a sheepish look at Sasuke who had now turned back to the kitchen.
"Hey jerk!" For some reason or another, Naruto was irritated by his friend's predictable smugness.
"What's up with you, usuratonkachi." Sasuke growled as he returned with a plate of tea, butter, bread, noodle cup and milk.
The sight of Sasuke calmed him down, "Why didn't you answer me if you were there?"
"You called?" Sasuke looked a little surprised.
"Yeah, I called you all the while." Naruto pouted while staring at Sasuke's strong abs in admiration.
"I was in the bath." Sasuke explained, heading over to him.
"You're making yourself at home, I see." Naruto tried to get back at him as he started to get himself on his feet.
"Ouch!" He frowned, holding up against the wall to keep himself balanced.
"Naruto, don't-" Quickly putting the plate down, the raven appeared in front of him.
"Fuck it!" The golden hair boy gritted his teeth.
"Sit down and rest, it's weekends, you don't have anything to do after all." Sasuke advised while keeping his gaze on him, ready to catch if he falls.
"It's all your fucking fault!" Naruto continued in his fit of anger. "You fucking dick!"
"... You seem to like my fucking dick yesterday though." Sasuke slightly snorted.
"S-shut up!" Naruto blushed as he turned away. Memories of what happened yesterday flashed through his mind, leaving him all too awkward.
"Go back to bed, I've prepared breakfast for you." Sasuke ordered, his tone unexplainably smoother than usual.
"Don't treat me like you-" Naruto was about to say your girlfriend but he stopped just in time to save his life. "Damn it." he added as he shoved his friend away to head for the bathroom.
...
He automatically locked the door once inside, something he'd never do, even when his friends were over. He closed the seat and sat down on the toilet, buried his face in his palms. Jesus fucking Christ. What, just what the hell happened?
He... And Sasuke... Did they really, ugh, fuck? And yet that bastard was so calm, leaving him in this fucking dumpster all alone. So what will happen from here on? Why did they start doing it in the first place anyways?
Right! It's because of the alcohol. Even though he didn't drink that much, Naruto forcefully made himself believe in that scenario.
He prefered to be a light weight then a guy who'd his friend fuck him. Maybe they were both drunk after their little school reunion, and then Sasuke stayed in since his house was further away and then... It happened. Who started it in the first place? He could barely recall no matter how hard he tried...
All Naruto could gather were vague scenes, Sasuke's heated body roughly grinding against his, their smashing lips, their hot entangled tongues, and those ticklish, electrocuted feeling of their contacts... Is the bastard gonna brush this off as a one time business?
Naruto isn't gay, but the though of the raven giving no fuck about it hurt him. And whatever happened yesterday felt troublesomely good. He'd never seen Sasuke that way before, heck, of course he'd never seen a guy that way before. No, maybe, just maybe... Sasuke has always been an exception.
The doorknob creaked. Caught of guard, Naruto jolted as he turned Sasuke's duck butt hair's silhouette reflected on the blurry glass of his toilet's door.
"What is it, Sasuke?" Naruto tried to sound irritated, feeling conscious about the lock.
"I was thinking if maybe you're masturbating, I can give you a hand." Sasuke offered, putting his hand on the glass.
"I-idiot! I'm not jerking off!" Naruto screamed. "What's wrong with you and you're freaky jokes?!" True to his assumption, he was really angry at how Sasuke asshole took this so lightly.
"What takes you so long then, your noodle's ready."
"Okay, okay, let me just finish my crap, I'll be there in a sec." Naruto lied.
There were so many important things he wanted to tell Sasuke but all they did was trash talking. He looked at the hawk's silhouette drawing back and slowly dilute into the white glass. Somewhere inside of him that urge to grab a hold of him surged, and his throat went kinda dry.
In the end, Naruto just resorted to taking a quick leek before heading out.
...
Just as he opened the door, the tasty smell of beef noodle caught his senses. Naruto dashed towards the living where Sasuke is already eating his omelette bread, watching some random TV news. Naruto sat down in front of him, eyes fixed on his plate.
"Let's dig in!" He clapped his hands together cheerfully as he took his chopsticks. Yet again, Sasuke's ramen taste better than his, Naruto struggled between enjoying his favorite noodle and being jealous of that bastard of a raven.
It's not until he turned up to face the TV that he realized Sasuke is watching him. He felt his body frozen. If it was before last night, it'd be not big of a deal to break those uncalled for eye contacts but... Naruto avoided his gaze nervously.
"Is there something on my face?" He asked.
"No," Sasuke answered absentmindedly before finishing his last bite.
"Where are you going?" Naruto immediately jolted as the raven stood up, his body jerked forward a little toward that direction.
"Is it just me or are you being overly concerned about my whereabouts today?" Sasuke gave him a quick annoyed look before turning around, trying to find something.
"Hmph! Conceited bastard." Naruto growled as he reached for the remote and changed to Doreamon.
"I though everyone would mature as they age but you've proven me wrong, Naruto." Sasuke commented as the screen switched from black to a Nobita coming crying to Doraemon.
"Hey! This is a very famous anime among adults too, you know?" Naruto argued. "It has serious life lessons, and ugh, it's interesting..."
Sasuke has shifted his attention away, going back and forth in the room.
"What are you looking for?" Naruto noticed.
"My shirt, where did you threw it?" Sasuke looked up at Naruto, making the golden hair turn away by instinct.
"Should be near the bed, don't you think?" He pretended to be busy watching an interesting part.
Sasuke came back to the bed once more searching every corner as the detailed freak he is. "It wasn't." He concluded.
"Then I dunno..." Naruto said absentmindedly as he started drinking his cup of milk.
"I need my ANBU uniform, I have a mission today." Sasuke frowned as he picked his surprisingly cute black cat ornamented mask from a comer of the room, turning it around in his hands.
"I have bad memories, bastard." Naruto barely gave Sasuke his attention. "Just take my clothes, we're almost the same size anyways." He suggested.
"Mine's bigger." The raven teased.
"Very funny, Sasuke." Naruto didn't give in.
"Anyways, it's not gonna work." Sasuke tried to insist.
"I don't see why not." Naruto encouraged him with a grin. Now he's really into his anime, looking all happy to see a new tool pulled out from Doraemon's pocket.
"... Think a little bit more, dobe!" Sasuke grunted. "Yest-" He stopped.
Naruto also stopped, not that he was doing anything in particular, and looked up at Sasuke. How long has it been since the last time he saw that agitated look on this idiotic hawk's face? How long should be an understatement, he never saw it in his life time...
Come to think about it, Sasuke should have made some interesting expressions yesterday too, but it was too dark and Naruto seriously couldn't recall that shit. A gust of regret waved inside of his simple mind...
"There is no way I'm gonna wear your sweaty cloths...!" Sasuke tried to change the subject.
"Well, that's much better than your little skirt with them purple bows!" Naruto went along before he could even think about it. "Besides, what is it that you're wearing on your waist right now?" He gestured with his head.
"That was Orochimaru's style." Defeated, Sasuke sighted as he headed toward the wooden dresser resting in the corner of the room.