Naruto's exclamations are actually cannon people, so don't sue me!
Ok, I think he said that, but I'm not so sure; is more like, it feels right for him to say something like that. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually said that.
And I know is short, but is a drabble. It's suppose to be short.
Warning: this is Yaoi, as brief as it is.
Exclamations.
Disclaimer: I do not own naruto, Masashi kishimoto does. I only own the plot, short as it is.
betaed by: Calamus
Author: atolrac
The first time he said it, people had laughed and patted his back with a dismissing gesture and amusement in their eyes, looking at him as if he was a child that didn't know what he was saying.
But he knew, oh he knew. He knew exactly what he was saying, and he meant it. But he embraced the way he could disguise his desires so easily with just a few angry remarks and a grin.
The second time he said it, he was in front of his friends. They had looked at him weirdly for a second, before seeming to remember who he was, and, by rolling their eyes or shaking their heads, told him to grow up; all but one.
He could still remember the look on Sakura-chan's face when they were going home after that: she seemed to have stopped breathing and was frozen in her spot with a look of panic and downing understanding on her face. When she recovered what little composure she could, she had gazed at him as though seeing him for the first time and flushed the color of her hair.
She didn't see the smile blooming on his face as the first one of the people that surrounded him on a daily basis faced him as he was and not as a childish boy who didn't know his words, though he would have preferred to be spared the little flicker of resentment that cast a shadow on her eyes before she turned around and trudged back in the opposite direction.
But this time, as he did good on his word, he didn't see the other's reaction, too far away to even have heard him: he was too busy trying to stop the keen groan clawing his way up his throat as his hand tugged at the raven hair currently sprouting from between his legs. When the owner of said hair released him with a wet sound and looked up at him from his kneeling position with a sultry gaze, pinkish-red abused lips glinting with saliva and a tongue liking away the few bits of pearly white he'd missed, he couldn't help the thought that maybe, just maybe, having his rival on his knees was better then he had though it would be.
I like this one more then my first fic, and this is a drabble, how utterly pathetic... aaannyyways, be kind and review!