AN: Okay, so here is something that has been nibbling in my brain, and is just kinda happening at its own pace. It feels rushed to me, but my muse is writing her wonderfulness and I don't want to pull her attention away.
So here you go, review and let me know what you think.
Thanks!
Disclaimer: yea, Naruto obviously is not owned by the likes of me.
Ch.1
The cold of the air permeated his thin orange zippered hoodie, his hand clamped around the stack of bills from tonight's earnings in his pocket as he quickened his pace and the hour drew later. The cold air burned his nose and caused his chest to ache, he clamped his teeth down in an attempt to stop the chattering that he knew was approaching, his feet made very little noise in comparison to the city life blaring around him. He was currently cutting through a narrow alleyway between two buildings, same as he did any other night, but now that winter was crawling in the trip back to his current residence seemed to take longer than ever before.
The blast of light and noise he received upon reaching the end of the relatively muted alley way disoriented him for a moment before he continued on,..down a side walk, sprint across the street with one hand on his belt to keep his pants from falling off, squeeze up against the wall to avoid the thrum of people that always seemed to have somewhere important to go, no matter the hour, and then again down a relatively quiet alleyway to a small door set into a brick wall, he fumbled with his keys for a moment, cursing his numb fingers, his opposite hand never leaving his wad of cash, until finally he was on the other side of the door with it securely locked behind him.
He huffed out a breath, the air coming out in a cloud in front of him, before continuing at a somewhat normal pace up the stairs to his apartment, all the way at the friggin top.
He had chosen that particular apartment for two reasons, A. he could climb out his window and scale up to the roof, and B. no one above him to stomp around.
He sighed and leaned against the pale peeling wall paper outside of his door while sticking the key into the old flaking aluminum door knob. After successfully unlocking the door after several tries he swung open the door to reveal the very small dingy apartment.
To his right was the kitchen, and to his left was the living room. All one room, all done in very cheap stick-it-yourself tile in god knows what color it used to be, though now it was some yellowing green color. There was a leaky sink, with the window to the outside above it, counter on either side of it with sagging cabinets all painted white in some attempt to make it either look clean, or cover up whatever was stained into it. He shuddered at the thought, then the small old fashioned fridge with a freezer that randomly stopped running whenever it felt like it. He tossed his keys onto the counter, smiling at the soapy residue.
Hinata,..
He stretched and allowed his back to pop a few times before walking gingerly to the old couch in the living room. And there she was. Long black hair tied up messily on top of her head, grey sweat pants, and Naruto's warmest hoodie. Her hands were resting peacefully over her round belly; her breathing was even and peaceful.
Naruto smiled warmly and rested a hand on her shoulder as he stooped to kiss her forehead. She stirred awake and opened light violet eyes sleepily. "Morning, er, evening Sunshine." Naruto said, stepping back and sitting down by her feet. "The kitchen smells clean"
She smiled and sat up some, allowing him more room at the foot of the couch.
"Thanks.." She replied softly. "How was the bar?"
He groaned and slumped into the couch further.
"Noisy, aggravating, full of assholes...nothing new there though. But enough about me! How are you doing? How's baby?" he reached a hand to rub her belly fondly.
"She's doing fine, running out of room in there though; she's moving so much more now." She grimaced as the baby kicked, and then laughed because Naruto had sprung from his seat and was now standing beside her with both hands out over her belly crouched like he was ready to run or tackle some unknown entity.
"Re-relax Naruto!", she giggled. "Its fine, comes with the package. What are you going to do when I go into labor?" She laughed again, more gently.
Naruto grinned, and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I dunno. I just hate feeling like I can't help."
"Oh Naruto, you do more than enough already. Who gave me a place to stay after my family disowned me? Who is supporting me now? How in the world would I ever get by if it wasn't for you?" She relaxed into the couch and smiled peacefully.
" I know, I know. I just feel like little bean deserves better than, well this-" He gestured hopelessly at the crumbling apartment.
"She deserves, and you deserve, a clean place to live, with nice furniture and plenty of groceries.. "
He sighed, letting his hands fall to his hoodie pockets.
"I'll find a better job,… I've got about a month left until bean is due,… I'll fix this."
"N-Naruto stop! You don't have to fix anything! Who takes care of me?" She sighed when his face didn't change.
"You are a wonderful godfather."
Naruto glanced up, a small smile on his tan face. "Stop saying that."
She smiled mischievously, "Nope."
She stood slowly from the couch, and walked through one of the two doors lining the wall into the only bedroom, "I'm going to go ahead and go to bed, I haven't been sleeping too well lately.. There's some dinner in the fridge though, love you."
Naruto bade her goodnight.
He sighed sleepily and waited until he heard the television in the bedroom click on.
He pulled the wad of cash out of his pocket, with a wary eye to the door Hinata had just disappeared through, then walked to the TV stand, pushed aside their small dvd collection and pulled up the bottom shelf, revealing the small hollow between the shelf and the floor. It was already filling with wrinkled piles of bills. He added most of what he had to the stash, and then replaced the shelf and dvds.
He eyed it carefully for a few moments before deciding it looked fine and he slumped onto the couch, yawning and pulling out his biggest secret from Hinata, his cell phone. Already he could feel himself dreading the next few hours on the cold roof and the sense of extreme filth that came with it.
The day was wearing on, and the Bluetooth headset was beginning to give him a headache. He snatched it from his ear and tossed it into the empty leather passenger seat of his all black Honda s2000. The stress of the day was getting to him. Idiots unable to manage simple tasks, calling to ask about things that were clearly written out in their procedures book wasting his time. He snatched the wheel to the right, directing himself rather abruptly into the parking lot of a popular bar.
After parking and extracting himself from his vehicle, leaving his coat and Bluetooth behind, he made his way towards the bar. It was nearing 9 o'clock and the bar was already filled with the scent of stale smoke and spilled beer.
It wasn't long before he exited again, alcohol slowing his steps and making the attempt to unlock his car take twice as long as usual. As he began to enter his car he noticed a flyer tucked under the wiper and snatched it up as he settled in and closed the door. Without really thinking, he shoved the paper in his pocket and made the quick drive to his loft apartment, not really caring that he was drunk and driving, nor caring that he could barely see the road, let alone operate the doors and elevators to get to his apartment.
When he did finally stumble his way through his kitchen into his bedroom, he collapsed on the bed and began to undress from the day, intent on a good nights drunken rest. He took the contents of his pockets and laid them on his night stand, kicking off his pants and removing his shirt, and then reaching for his cell phone to place it on its charger by the bed. All this time he had neglected to turn on the lights, so the flare from his cell phone as it told him it was charging illuminated the night stand, and the little flyer from his window. An advertisement, call this number and talk to the person of your choosing for a small fee. Of course there were the usual pictures of a man and woman, posing provocatively.
Usually Sasuke Uchiha was a perfect prude, but alcohol and months of not so much as touching himself had more than sent his libido into overdrive. He slid a cool hand down his bare torso, not hesitating in his movements as he usually would, not feeling at all self-conscious or paranoid for once.
It felt good, the soft touch of his own hand, but tonight it just didn't feel like enough, so on a whim he decided to do something he normally would frown upon, he called the number on the flyer.
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The phone vibrating in his numbing hand startled him, making him drop his cigarette, "shit," he bent to retrieve it before the wind blew it off the roof, while flipping the phone open in one fluid movement. "Yep." He answered " I will be patching through a male .He sounds young and drunk so if it's a prank hang up and *1 so we can charge him double for wasting our time. He didn't have any requests, so you are free to be whoever you want to be tonight. Oh, and Naruto, no more short and sweets. Keep your customer on the line. drag it out, your pay isn't just for the calls, its hourly. Please do not force me to train you on how to handle your calls again..." "alright, I got it." He replied, shuddering at the reminder of his boss' sadistic desires and the feeling that Orochimaru would be all too willing to 'train' him again. He began steeling himself for the call, pushing emotions and pride deep down as far as they would go. It was a matter of seconds before an automated sort of ringing began in his ear as the guy was patched onto his open line. "Deep breaths.."He reminded himself silently as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Hey." He said in a low tone, hoping he sounded confident and attractive, rather than like he was disgusted and freezing on his rooftop. "Hello" replied a softly slurred voice from the other end, and there was a gentle whispering of breath that meant either the guy was laying on the phone for comfort or was already touching himself and trying to hide it. Naruto grimaced and hunched down behind one of the large aluminum exhaust fans to block the wind from whipping at him and the cell phone.
"Can you tell me what you look like?" Naruto asked, using his lower tone of voice again, still hopefully sounding sexy. "I'd rather not" Naruto rolled his eyes. "Oh…the secretive type..okay.." He breathed huskily into the phone.
"What about you?" The man asked, his words still stumbling into each other. He sounded comfortable and sleepy; perhaps his breathing was from laying on the phone after all.
Naruto considered the different persona's he had adopted for various customers over the past few weeks, weighing his options. "Well?" the man prompted. He settled on himself, he didn't really have the energy for creativity.
"I've got blonde hair and blue eyes. Naturally tan.." He trailed off, "I dunno" He chuckled, "I'm really not all that interesting." He said, taking the last drag from his cigarette and flicking it to the side. He heard a snort from the other side, "Aren't you supposed to be trying to sound sexy?" Naruto chuckled, "Sorry man, I guess I am giving you shitty service; I could always forward you to,..er..someone else or something" He cringed thinking of his boss.
"No. I wasted my time calling."
"Hey man!" Naruto began, feeling defensive, " I said I was sorry and that I would forward you elsewhere"
"Your customer service sucks" the man replied lazily.
"Nothing is holding you on the line"
"Again, your customer service astounds me….aren't you getting paid for this?"
Naruto groaned. "Please, don't remind me."
"why are you doing this if you don't enjoy it?" The man asked, some of the sleepiness gone from his voice.
"money"
"You could get another job." The man stated.
"This is my second job."
"hn."
"what? no more smart remarks?" Naruto quipped, unable to keep the grin out of his voice. This guy was definitely better than the needy girls and creepy men that usually called.
"None that your small brain could process."
"Whaaaaat! You asshole!", Take that back, he was worse. "If you are just going to be a stuck up bastard, then you can get off my line or I can forward you to someone else." He stated angrily, careful to keep his voice down so that his neighbors would not hear.
"Right now, I am paying you to talk to me. What if I am waiting on the services I called for?" was the other mans smooth reply.
Oh, he wants his services does he? Naruto thought indignantly. "Oh, I'm sorry." He dipped his voice into that low husky tone again, "I forgot to tell you how hard I've become from talking to you." He faked a breathy moan as he pretended to stroke himself.
He heard an intake of breath. So the asshole like it, did he?
"baka—stop", the man said, his voice sounding tense.
"Oh yea, call me names,..show me how much of an asshole you can be"
He began to breathe faster, as if just the thought had him excited.
"shove your cock down my wet, warm, throat."He said, emphasizing the descriptive words.
He listened for a moment and was satisfied to hear soft panting in his ear.
"Mmmmm, yea,,.don't just tease me bastard, do it harder,..I'll swallow it all…" He moaned softly, trying to match the barely audible rhythm of breath on the other line. There was a slight catch of breath, and a strained silence before a low rumbling moan met his ear.
Naruto snapped his eyes shut for a moment as the moan sent a rush of blood to his lower regions. usually he was disgusted with the sounds from the other end, he shook his head to clear the confusing thought.
"How was that asshole?" He asked, sarcasm in his voice again.
"I think I could have done it better. " The man answered. "Oh yea? Let's hear it then!"
"Maybe some other time, I've got to work in the morning."
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"That ASSHOLE!"
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