I am back with my new story! So, for the record - this one does not include sex. The age rating comes from questionable language. The reason? If you really think about it, than it is quite obvious that teenage boys do not necessarily think about sex all the time. More or so, anal sex is not the first thing that comes to their mind. Let me ask you this, was it the first thing you thought about at that age? Hardly. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story and even more so - FEEL IT!
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke
Summary: How hard can it be to be a teenager? Well, consider you have a crush, or is it a crush? You tease them, maybe kiss and then call them names. Life is a constant rollercoaster and solving life's great mysteries sucks arse. Sounds familiar?
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
Naked Under Your Clothes
Naruto:
I know it annoys you to no end that I throw paper balls at you in class. I know you do not like to sit two seats away from me so that I have the perfect aim and a hand that never fails. Even if I poured all my love into those bundles you would evade them. Your proud back would laugh against my face never showing any weaknesses or tiredness. You would not notice me even if I slapped you in the face, demanding your attention; demanding your presence. You would not be there. I do not know why I am doing this, why I am so bothered by the nonchalance in your voice. I like you; I really do although you have not given me any reason for it.
Did you know that you make funny faces when you laugh and your laughter sounds like hummingbirds in the tropical night when strawberry Margaritas taste the sweetest with actual berries and not just Melba? Not that I have tasted those…I want to know so many things, like why your fragrance reminds me of that Hugo Boss commercial and not just the cologne itself…Do you like dancing in hot discos or do you just sway when the sweat of other people decorate you like an old Greek vase? Do you read classics and do you taste the words in your mouth, chew them like candy until you feel satisfaction? What do you do when you are not sitting in front of me?
Sasuke:
I hate that you cannot control those arms of yours. I hate that you picked me as your victim when I have not done anything to you. You are the clown that everyone spits at and still you drink every ounce of the poison…do you clean it with your mutant genes or something? Why do you bother me and why do you wear such tight jeans that I can see everything, and even your boxers hang out like a white flag of peace. I hate your cap and how your ruffled hair rebel against it. Stick those bangs back in that cap dammit. I do not even like the colour of that cap, army styled green. You look like something the cat dragged in and still your face is like thousands of light bulbs hanging from the ceiling of a stuffy bar - smiley and stupid. Why were the bulbs there in the first place? Do you know that the light balance shifts from time to time and the bulbs look like a sea of Sunnyside eggs?
Naruto:
You probably do not have any idea how much time I spend thinking about you and me, how much a dead person weights and whether I can joggle if I try it in the middle of the night blindfolded and naked. I really do not know what I am doing, what is it about you that makes me like this…incapable of walking straight. You always make me a circle.
Looking at you I kind of want to reach out and feel that sweater of yours. Is it as soft as it seems? I bet that one is your favourite and your mom washes it every weekend. You could do something about your hair, though. The colour is nice, but I do not think you are aware that it looks like a nest…like, are you keeping a pet in there you do not want your mom to know about? Or did the monsters under your bed eat your brushes? Damn, I threw another paper ball…just to get you look at my way. And I know you hate it.
Thoughts? Comments? Anyone?