Naruto moved the straw in his cup, carefully attempting to not listen. He didn't want to hear the TV, or the cheers, or the tears. He really didn't want to hear the tears, because then he might realize that they were his.
"Sasuke." His voice was hoarse, hoarse from shouting, hoarse from crying, hoarse from just simply living.
The brunette didn't need to say anything, his arms did all the talking, wrapping securely around his little blond dobe.
"Sasuke, what if…?"
"Shut up." The look of utter 'what-did-you-say-teme?' almost put the arrogant smirk right back on the Uchiha's face, but the tear stained rimmed eyes kept it away.
"It won't stay, we'll fight it." He whispered, pulling his boyfriend into his arms, inhaling that heady scent that was all Naruto.
"Sasuke, I…"
"Shut up." Again, that look of I'll-kill-you-if-you-say-that-again seemed to come and lift a weight from the room.
"I won't let you say anything more about it, I'll fix it, it'll be gone, end of story." Sasuke stated, his eyes flaring with a characteristic Uchiha light.
"Don't worry Naruto, I told you I would never let anything hurt you and…" Sasuke reached out, brushing a tear from his lover's tanned cheek.
"…this is hurting you. I won't let it get away with that."
"Sasuke."
"That fucking prop 8 is going down."