Warning,this story contains YAOI (boyXboy). It's also a lemon (boys doing + x rated rated things to each other) , although though there is no sexual contact in this story please be advised that it does contain mature and graphic situations. If any of that bothers you, do not read this story.
Standard disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Sauske. I also didn't invent sex.
The Voyeur
Narato wiped she sweat off his forehead, his headband was soaked. He groaned as he dug around in his pocket for his keys, Training had been tough, and for some reason he could keep his eyes off Sauske. He kept finding himself watch the sweat trickle off his teammate's chiseled jaw and when the raven haired bishonen had taken off his shirt , Narato had been so distracted that Sauske was able to get in a quick punch that sent the blonde realign.
"Stupid Sauske, stupid cheap shot," he mumbled as he let himself into his apartment, "Why was he able to distract me so easy," he asked himself gathering some clean clothes and heading for the shower
He turned on the water and began to undress, "Why can't I ever beat him, and why does he have to be so damn sexy," he clapped his hand over his mouth, "Did I really just say that," He blushed knowing had said it, and even more disturbing, it was true!
He stepped into the shower and let the cool water run over him, hoping it would wash his confusion away. It didn't, all he could think about was Sauske stripping of that shirt and tossing it aside. The images played through his head over again. Sighing in frustration, he rested his head on the shower wall. He couldn't deny it; the attraction had been there for sometime. The steamy dreams were there to support it.
He had to face the truth; he was attracted to his friend, maybe more. Sexy thoughts began to cloud his mind. "No, no this has to stop!" He screamed, charging out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and ran into his bedroom, throwing himself on the bed squeezing his eyes shut.
The images still floated there, burned into his mind. His imagination soon took over. Naruto struggled against, but his imagination was too damn good. He closed his eyes again, and Sauske appeared again, stripping of that goddamn shirt again. The Sauske in his mind seemed intent of teasing him, because after he stripped off his shirt, he began running his hands up and down his chiseled abs.
The blonde became aware of the certain familiar stirring in his groin, "Damn," he mumbled. The more he tried to ignore it the more 'pressing' the issue became... Frustrated and confused, he pulled the towel off and let his hand wander. It wasted no time. He was soon grabbing to hot, throbbing source of all his problem. He began to stroke himself, mumbling the other boy's name softly, gradually getting louder.
At the same time Sauske was grumbling because Kakashi had ordered him to bring Naruto the kunai he'd forgotten. As he walked by the tiny apartment, on the way to the door. something caught his eye. Pausing, he glanced in the window again and was shocked by the sight that met his eyes. A tanned body stretched on the bed doing…oh my god! Sauske drew in his breath sharply, wanting desperately to look away, but cursing himself for not being able to.
He felt his hands go to the zipper on his shorts. Damn! NO , NO! It was no use, he soon found himself copying Naruto's movements, his hand speeding up every time he heard his own name escape the blonde lips in a strained husky voice.
It was an eternity later when the tan body arched up off the bed and in a monumental orgasm. Sauske realized he had also come. He wiped the sticky cum of his hands, on to the ground, cursing the grasses that dare stick to his skin. He took a deep breath and peered back in the window, admiring the panting, flushed blonde, deciding he would be present for repeat performances tomorrow, but this time he planned on participating.
