DON'T KILL ME.
"Uzumaki Naruto, what the hell did you do?"
Naruto groaned into his pillow.
"Th' fuck are you yelling for? Shut up."
"I will not!" Sasuke sounded almost hysterical, and very out of character. "What exactly happened last night?"
"Don't tell me you've forgotten already."
Naruto had somehow managed to throw some sex into his voice, even half asleep. It was unfair, thought Sasuke, particularly when he himself sounded like a whiny girl at the moment. Then he remembered what he was whining about.
"Yes. I mean, no. I--I mean--you seduced me! You got me drunk and seduced me!"
"Shut up, bastard. If that were possible, half the girls in the village would've done it." Naruto sighed into the pillow. "Look, you came onto me first."
Sasuke remembered...
Bright lights and everything was out of focus, everything except the slim blond boy next to him. Naruto. Pretty pretty Naruto. Told him so. Grabbed his shirt and told him so. Close enough to see blue eyes flicker under gold lashes.
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Sasuke let out an incoherent moan, and, blushing, peeked at the very naked figure next to him. Naruto appeared to have fallen asleep again.
And, oh gods, the scrawny yellow-haired dead-last with the freaky lines on his face was just as appealing as he had been the previous night.
Naruto blinked owlishly at him and said, You're drunk.
Maybe. So what? Still cute. Everyone thought so. Said so. What about Naruto?
Giggling that seemed to come from miles away, or possibly his own throat.
Sasuke glanced around and found that various articles of clothing were scattered around the room. With as much dignity as he could muster, he stole Naruto's shirt from behind the headboard and fished his own pants off the fan. Serious trauma could wait until after breakfast.
Naruto thought he was pretty like a girl. Sasuke'd show him who was the girl. Or, by the way Naruto'd gotten over his surprise at being kissed, possibly the other way around. Did it actually matter at this point? Mm. Naruto-taste.
A quiet interval later, as he stirred meat into the porridge bubbling on the stove, he heard a nervous cough from the doorway. Naruto, with only a sheet clutched at his hips, was grinning apprehensively.
"Uh, Sasuke...look, I'll understand if you want to throw me out or something. But can I have my shirt back first?"
For a moment, Sasuke felt caught on the edge of something that could be something more if he let it or something else entirely. The complicated many-textured past rose in his throat, with its reasons and excuses and meanings; the future temporarily darkened the sunlit room, a threatening mass of maybes.
And then through all the chaos he saw a blond boy with blue eyes and perpetually tangled hair leaning against his doorframe, wearing his goddamned bedsheet, smiling a lonely smile at him, and suddenly things got a lot clearer.
"Why would I want to throw you out, dobe? By the way, I'm keeping the shirt. I think you ripped mine last night."
