It was quiet in Konoha this afternoon. Nothing was happening. Everyone was resting, recuperating, calming down. It was a lazy sort of feeling. Shikamaru liked it that way. It gave him the opportunity to watch the clouds, and it pretty much forced Neji to find some non-lethal form of entertainment. The Hyuuga would never admit that he enjoyed these lazy afternoons as well.
Neji shivered as Shikamaru's fingertips ghosted across the small of his back. He glanced up from the book he was reading, but the lazy ninja wasn't looking at him - his eyes were on the clouds above them, one hand behind his head, the other tracing absently along the Hyuuga's skin. He didn't appear to notice what he was doing. In fact, the clouds held his attention so well that Neji would have been more than a little surprised if he had noticed that he was touching someone at all.
His fingers grazed a chakra point and Neji bit his lip, suppressing the undignified, needy noise that had welled up in his throat. Shikamaru didn't even blink. Neji narrowed his eyes.
"Shika, I'm trying to read."
The chuunin glanced over at him, and then at his hand, still sliding along pale, exposed skin. Sunlight leaked through the clouds and danced across Neji's skin, up his back, in the fall of dark hair that curtained his face. He grinned lopsidedly, eyes going back to the clouds.
"…'m not stoppin' you."
There was silence on the hill for a long moment, with just their quiet breathing and the soft noise of skin on skin. The clouds trundled by in the blue sky, fluffy and white and calm. Shikamaru let his eyes drift a little more closed, watching the way the sun was starting to angle through the clouds. His fingertips skimmed across the chakra point again. Neji hissed, pale eyes fluttering closed.
"Please, Shikamaru?"
It sounded like a plea for something else when he said it like that, all breathy and quick, and then Shikamaru was pushing him over onto his back, kissing him, hands tangling in his hair to free it from its tie, and Neji was a little startled but not at all unwilling. The hand that slipped into his pants was cool against his hot flesh, and he was whimpering and twisting and moaning and coming before he could think.
When he opened his eyes again, Shikamaru was laying on his back, staring up at the clouds, both hands behind his head. He rolled back over and turned the page in his book with shaking fingers, shifting his position so that he was closer to the other boy, curled up against his side where he could feel his warmth. Shikamaru smiled up at the sky.