Come and Dance With Me Naruto
Hey everyone. Long time no post. I'm finally recovering from my little daze I've fallen into and have started typing again. If things keep going well I should even have the next chapter of Cali SunShine by next week *Knock on wood*. I even started this weird one short that I'm hoping to post in a few weeks. But for now I heard this song and figured I give everyone a little something.
Song is 'Michael' by Franz Ferdinand
I do not own Naruto
The night club on 17th and 8th street.
That's where Sasuke would be on the weekends. That's where he is. He comes to the night club to stand at the edge of the dance floor all night. But Sasuke doesn't dance. No, he doesn't dance on his own. So he doesn't dance. But the view is heavenly.
Sasuke knows he sexy, and he shows it. He dresses well in shirts that show off his lean muscles and abs. He does so because he's sexy, and he knows it.
Sasuke wants him to see, and Sasuke knows he wants to see too, even if he turns away when he realizes he caught.
Sasuke smirks to himself, noticing how he gets closer and closer to the edge of the dance floor as he dances. So closer. So close now.
Him. The thin little boy with leather tight on his hips. The boy who always looks sticky. Sticky from sweat. Sticky hair. Sticky hips.
Sticky hips that would stubble on Sasuke's sticky lips.
Naruto. He's the only one Sasuke would ever want. The only one Sasuke would ever want.
Sasuke thinks Naruto's a beautiful boy. A beautiful boy on the dance floor. Naruto dances like a beautiful dance-whore.
Naruto might as well be waiting for Sasuke on a silver platter.
People are dancing all around Naruto. They're just as sticky and close, but that doesn't matter.
Nothing matters now…
Sasuke knows what he is. He is a man. He knows he is a man, because that's what Sasuke am. A man, and like every other man, he knows what he wants.
Sasuke wants Naruto to come and dance with him.
So strong now. The bind that pulls him is so strong that it constricts his airways and leaves Sasuke breathless.
Sasuke is all Naruto will see. All he'll ever see. That's how Sasuke likes it. Naruto's eyes on him, nothing else. He won't have it anyway.
Naruto is so close now. So close. Nearly off the dance floor, at the very edge of safety. So close. So close to Sasuke.
Sasuke wants Naruto to come dance with him.
Naruto's a boy with leather on his hips. Sticky leather hips. Sasuke's hands on those sticky hips, his face buried deep in sticky hair. He can feel Naruto's sticky lips. He wants those sticky lips to stubble on his sticky hips.
Naruto is a beautiful boy. Even more so when he's on the dance floor. Sasuke dances with Naruto. The beautiful boy that dances like a beautiful dance-whore.
Right there. Right there in front of Sasuke. Naruto on a silver platter.
Nothing matters. Nothing matters now.
Sasuke loves the feel of Naruto sticky leather hips against him, and the feel of sticky hair on his cheek, but nothing compares to Naruto's sticky lip that stubble onto Sasuke's sticky lips. So sticky that Sasuke is unable to pull away.
He's stuck.
With a beautiful boy on a beautiful dance floor.
Naruto dances like a beautiful dance-whore.
Nothing matters now...
I know it's nothing special but whatever.
Come and Dance With Me Naruto