AN: A little fic I wrote a while ago. I might write an additional chapter further on if I feel like it. But for the moment, it's complete.
There might be some typos and alike, as they are insanly attracted to me and follows me around everywhere. Tell me if you find any.
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appreciated (except for flames, which will be used to warm my frozen
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Jerking off, wanking, masturbating. Of course he knew what the words meant. Sasuke wasn't stupid; he just didn't care to indulge in such frivolous activities which would not cause the sudden demise of his brother. And even if it would off his psychopathic sibling, he would still not do it. The ability to pull at ones penis could hardly be counted as strength, and if it wouldn't help him to get strong enough to avenge his clan, he wasn't interested, simple as that. Sasuke just applied the Ignore-It-And-It-Will-Go-Away technique every time his libido decided to pop him a boner.
This was why; since he
himself had little to no understanding why anyone would enjoy tossing
off at every chance possible, the late night rustling of Naruto's
sleeping bag irked him so much. At first, he'd just dismissed the
sounds as nightmares, but after a couple of nights of no one asking
him exactly what he was doing, Naruto gained some weird kind of
confidence, thinking that they couldn't hear him. Soon, heavy
breathing accompanied the sounds of more or less rhythmic movements,
and not long after, a breathy moan could be heard a couple of seconds
before everything went quiet again.
This puzzled Sasuke at
first; he couldn't understand what kind of nightmares would make
you moan in an entirely, non-terrified way, and then, after you've
woken up, wriggle out of your sleeping bag to sneak away to wash your
hands in a nearby stream. That last part could be explained as Naruto
having weird ways to calm down, but that didn't explain why he
looked so satisfied and happy the next morning. As far as Sasuke
knew, there was nothing pleasant about having nightmares, he if
anyone should know that.
It was one of these
nights, out on a week long mission that Sasuke found himself sleeping
down-wind from Naruto. And it was when Naruto struggled out of his
sleeping bag after one of these supposed 'nightmares', that
Sasuke caught a waft of something that reminded him of what he could
smell on his own boxers some mornings, more often then not these
days, that came with some white stuff as evidence, either sticky or
crusted. Sasuke furrowed his brow and tried to connect the dots as he
watched his teammate's back as he tip toed away to the small stream
a couple of paces away from the campsite.
When Sasuke awoke from
a nightmare, he was usually cold sweating and shivering, and feeling
over all miserable. But when he woke with the white stuff in his
boxers, he usually felt relived, almost happy. Those mornings, the
bright sunlight, streaming through his bedroom window, didn't feel
as annoying as it usually did. Neither did Sakura's shrill "Good
Morning, Sasuke-kun!" hurt his head as much as it used
to.
Why would Naruto move
about as if he where having a nightmare, when in reality, he was
having what Sasuke had labeled as a 'Good' night? And then there
was the part about him always sneaking off to wash afterwards. So
unless Naruto saw nightmares as a good thing, Sasuke could only come
to one conclusion; Naruto was wanking. Sasuke felt his eyes widen as
the realization hit him; Naruto was touching himself, pleasuring himself, while his teammates and
teacher lay sleeping (or in Kakashi's case, keeping watch somewhere
further off) only a few meters away, often close enough to touch!
Sasuke, although he'd
never done it himself, knew that jerking off was something you did
when, as Kiba had so crudely put it, you were "Too horny
to even see straight," and it was something you should do
alone, behind closed doors. Sasuke had not meant to eaves drop on the
conversation the boy had held with his friends at the academy, but it
was hard when they sat right behind him, talking and laughing loud
enough to be heard all the way to Sand country. Sasuke had slipped
away after that, but not fast enough to forgo Kiba's declaration
that he now only did it outside in the woods, after his sister had
walked in on him once and then teased him about it for a week
afterwards.
Sasuke watched Naruto
through his lashes as he returned and crept back into his sleeping
bag, shifted some before relaxing with a content sigh. It did not
take long before his breathing pattern told Sasuke that he was
asleep.
After that night, Sasuke tried really hard to remain sleeping whenever he heard Naruto starting up with his nightly ritual, but it was close to impossible! It was as if his eyelids suddenly became too short to close completely! He watched as the boy next to him moved, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He listened as his breathing grew heavy and irregular. He awaited that breathless moan that meant Naruto would soon go and wash up. When he finally did, Sasuke closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. It always took longer then he liked to drift off those nights. Partly because his shorts had suddenly grown too tight for comfort, partly because he felt unusually hot and bothered. But Sasuke ignored it. It would go away on its own, eventually...