Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not me. I make no profit from writing this.
Summary: Naruto, Sasuke, and a juice box. [AU]
A/N: Ha ha. My siser gave me this idea, and I thought it had promise. Yup, yup. And if you squint real hard, you might find some hints of boy-love. Hee he. So, enjoy and let me know what you thought!
A blonde brow furrowed in concentration as tanned fingers tried to get a tiny, bendable straw into the foil hole of a juice box. The straw slipped out of his grasp for the third time, and a blonde boy let out a howl of frustration as he shook the juice box in his grip. He hated juice boxes.
The dark haired boy next to him looked up from a book about Shakespeare to the panting blonde beside him. A tiny smirk was seen on his lips as he relinquished the battered juice box from shaking fingers, stealing the straw away as well before easily poking the straw through the hole.
"What the hell, Sasuke? How'd you do that?" The blonde whined, taking the juice box away from his friend and examining his handy work. He could never get his straw to go in that easily. The pointy tip always ended up bending, and he had to chew on it for a while until he could try again.
"Dobe. Only a three-year-old would have trouble opening a juice box." Sasuke murmured sardonically, his smirk widening when the other boy punched him in the shoulder. Naruto sagged against the chain-link fence behind them, muttering darkly about smug bastards who thought they knew everything. Sasuke rolled his eyes as he went back to his book, having heard this certain tirade more than once in his young life.
After a few minutes, though, the sound of obnoxious slurping broke the serene silence.
"Do you mind?" The brunette hissed through his teeth, fighting the urge to pummel his blonde friend with the book in his lap. Naruto's eyes clearly read 'payback's a bitch' before slurping louder. A sinfully dark eyebrow rose at the look, and Sasuke wondered what exactly it was that he'd done.
Naruto just looked away without explaining. A second later he squawked in shock, as the brunette's cheek brushed his, warm lips brushing against the straw in his mouth. The juice box was lifted out of his hand and into Sasuke's, the rest of the juice inside drained away. The older boy was looking away as he finished off the last of the juice, thin fingers holding his book open. Naruto found himself blushing, arms crossed over his chest, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
Sasuke threw the empty juice box at this head, missing his eye by half an inch.
"Hey!" The blonde sputtered, glaring at Sasuke as the older boy pulled himself up from the ground, dusting off the back of his uniform pants. "Hey, asshole, that was my juice!" Naruto whined in a high voice. Sasuke winced at the sound, and thought that any man with a voice like Naruto's shouldn't be able to reach that pitch.
"It's just a juice box, dobe." Sasuke replied, throwing his friend a smirk over his shoulder as he headed towards the door leading to the stairs. Naruto was up in seconds, following him with a glare on his face.
~The End~
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