A/N: Written for sammywhatammy. I kind of just knocked it out of my head so it's not particularly good, or… not particularly anything, but there you have it. My first real, completed slash-fic, even if it's just fluff.
Shikamaru wasn't really the cuddling type.
It wasn't any particular person's fault; if he got too warm he couldn't sleep comfortably, which was nigh a tragedy, and being a reasonably paranoid shinobi, he found it hard to relax when someone's body was curled too tightly around his own. Perhaps the only exception he made was for Ino's blindingly blonde head hijacking either his shoulder or his lap during break after a particularly tiring work session. That he could tolerate, but only because Ino was wholly and utterly Ino, and telling her "no" generally wasn't even an option listed in the word bank of Possible Responses.
Unfortunately, Naruto's arms might as well have had suction cups for how tight he clung, and that wasn't even considering that he easily beat Shikamaru out in terms of strength and body mass. Shikamaru wasn't sure how Naruto managed to disable the traps at his bedroom window—and damn it, his mother hated when shinobi came in through the windows instead of an actual door—but the breeze tickling his bare chest was poor compensation for Naruto's higher-than-average body temperature all but smothering him.
And from the feel of it, he hadn't even bothered to take his sandals off. Sigh.
A few moments of lethargic attempts to squirm out of Naruto's grip—one arm wound over his side and around his abdomen, effectively restricting Shikamaru's movement, while the other had managed to slip under the crook of his neck to fold rather obtrusively over his shoulder—proved unsuccessful, and he didn't have enough mobility in either of his arms to successfully get his elbow into Naruto's stomach, so Shikamaru heaved a melodramatic sigh and groaned Naruto's name in an almost spectacularly monotonous drone that crackled at the edges due to sleep and disuse.
Other than tightening his grip briefly, Naruto was unresponsive, but Shikamaru didn't miss the way his coarse blonde bangs rubbed unpleasantly against the skin between his shoulderblades in what was probably intended to be an affectionate nuzzle, but somewhere fell short.
That bastard. He was awake and ignoring him on purpose.
The afternoon sun was high and Shikamaru was still tired, so his protests petered out in a rather unimpressive display. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing Naruto had at least thought to close the curtains, and grunted in declaration of his displeasure. "My mom's gonna kill you if she comes in here," he mumbled, in a last ditch effort to gain freedom from his oppressive bonds.
Naruto smiled against his back. "Go back to sleep, Shika."