A/N: Eh, my first story ever. Unbeta'd except by yours truly. Hope you actually get this, my attempt at being humorous. In a perverted way. Okay, I'm terrible, but give me a little slack –pokes above first sentence-.
DisClaimer: HOLY CRAP! IT'S NOT MINE! Actually it is -muwhahaha- ...
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"Ny—Sasuke!" Naruto panted, beads of sweat trailing across his brow and slowly making their way along his scarred cheeks.
"Hn?" Eloquent as usual, the raven managed to control the emotion building in his body. However, due to the especially pronounced glower which his face bore, as opposed to the usual mask of indifference, it was clear there was a definite internal struggle raging through his tensed frame.
"Don't—'hn'—me. DO something!" The blond attempted to make his voice deeper and more powerful, but because of his current exertions it came out sounding more pleading than anything else. That only served to deepen the teen's frustration and desperation.
"You got yourself into this one, dobe. You can get yourself out." Sasuke couldn't control it any longer, a twisted smirk scooted across his features as he attempted to keep it from becoming anything else.
"YOU forced me into this, now HELP me, damn it!" Naruto was approaching his breaking point, a fact which was obvious to the dark-haired teen positioned above the slightly smaller boy.
"Tch. You can't even get it up without my help? Dead last." Sasuke felt a trickle of concern that he was getting this much pleasure out of just watching the dobe squirm below him.
"Te...me..." Came the weak, gasping reply. "You know...I'm not used to...being pressed...into the floor."
With a muttered "You're not even on the floor..." Sasuke finally took pity on the loudmouth's rather pathetic position and actually decided to help. See? He wasn't a cold bastard all the time. Too much smirking and scowling would give him wrinkles.
The raven leaned over the bench and, using both hands, lifted the 300lb barbell off his tan-faced (or rather blue, currently) teammate's chest. He was rewarded with a large sucking noise as Naruto tried to recover from his oxygen-depleted state. Sasuke knew this relative silence wouldn't last long, and sure enough:
"What the HELL were you DOING?! I COULD HAVE DIED!"
Sasuke winced and mentally kicked himself for forgetting to pick up some earplugs. At this rate he was going to be deaf before his twentieth birthday. But Naruto wasn't done yet.
"You think you won this, but I'll be able to out-benchpress you by NEXT WEEK!" This challenge was delivered with a finger jab that would have poked Sasuke in the eye if not for his excellent reflexes. And the best part was the Uchiha doubted the blond idiot had even noticed the little scream of terror that had somehow managed to escape during his dodge. What? He didn't want those filthy fingers smearing grime and who-knew-what all over his perfect porcelain skin.
"—now what have you got to SAY FOR YOURSELF?!"
Opps. Apparently the raven had gone and gotten a bit too lost in his thoughts, which had resulted in his missing what he assured himself was a stupid, loud, pointless rant on Naruto's part. Unfortunately, this also meant he was a little lost as to what his perfectly-suitable-yet-cool comeback should be.
"..."
"..."
"...I think I like you better on your back."
"TEME!"
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So how'd I do? Crits and comments would be wonderful! -desperately needy for reassurance-