Authors Note: This is a Lee Gaara love story. It has other couples mentioned in it, and the POV changes... actually no it doesn't. It is all third person, but it goes between Gaara and Lee at the same time.. you'll see. This story contains Yaoi- BoyXBoy. Don't like? Don't read. Rated M for later Chapters. This was actually supposed to be a oneshot... but I am currently working on chapter 10... so that didn't quite work out the way i planned. But hey, does writing ever do that? Read and Review please :)

Italics: Thinking. You know, that dangerous passtime that some people have a habit of doing?

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Naruto. If I did, this wouldn't be a fanfiction. It would be legit. But unfortunately, I am not that lucky :(

On to the Story!

Chapter 1

The only sound that could be heard in the locker room was a shower and Lee's out-of-tune singing. The handle squeaked as he turned off the water. Ah, what a youthful shower after a youthful workout! He thought to himself. Lee walked over to his athletics locker to get changed. He as the only one in the locker room, so he didn't bother slipping his boxers on under his towel. He unraveled the towel and bent down to pick up his underwear, and then he heard the door open and foot steps enter.

Lee glanced over the lockers towards the door, but did not see anybody. Then he realized the footsteps were coming closer and began fumbling with his boxers. In his haste, he dropped his underpants, and began grabbing anything that could cover him when he suddenly saw feet in front of him. He grabbed his towel as he straightened himself, and wrapped it around his waist before he could reveal anything to the person in front of him. He glanced at the short boy in front of him finally realizing that it was the youngest of the Sabaku siblings, Gaara. "Umm... H-hello Gaara..." Lee stuttered.

"You're in front of my locker." Gaara said disinterestedly. Lee stepped aside and Gaara opened his locker, took his gym bag, and left without another word. Lee stared after him for a while before realizing that he still was not wearing anything. He dressed quickly and left.

That night, Lee lay in bed thinking of his run-in with Gaara. He'd never really spoken with Gaara even though they had three classes together this year, and several the year before as well. Before he realized it, his thoughts were taking a different direction. Lee began to appreciate how Gaara looked in his black skinny jeans and blood red polo that matched his perfectly scruffy hair. He remembered how Gaara's eyes had shown in a strangely cunning detached way., and how beautiful they were, even surrounded completely in black bags. Lee wondered how his pale, smooth skin would feel beneath his fingertips... No Lee! Inappropriate thoughts about Gaara, and you hardly know him! As punishment, you will run 100 extra laps around the track! Lee chastised himself inwardly.

Lee fell asleep and began to dream. His dream started out as a deja vous moment...:

Lee rounded his final lap on the track and headed off to the locker room to shower. He finished his shower and headed to his locker to get changed. He heard the door open, and he heard footsteps approaching him. As he was bending down to pick up his towel to cover himself, he saw the familiar black and red DC's. But this time when looked up, before he had a chance to speak, Gaara stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Lee's neck, and pulled him down into a gentle kiss. Lee, with eyes like saucers, just stood there for a moment, relishing in the soft warmth that was Gaara's lips against his own. Finally, Lee bent down slightly to reduce the strain on Gaara's neck from leaning up, wrapped his arms around Gaara's petit waist and began slowly kissing him back.

Lee, completely lost in the feeling of Gaara's lips, felt the sensation of Gaara's toungue flick across the line of his lower lip., asking for entrance. With an inaudible moan, Lee opened his mouth and their tongues began to dance together in perfect harmony., tasting each other as though they were going to die tomorrow. Lee suddenly felt a burning in his chest and remembered something he desperately needed: air. They broke apart and Gaara leaned his head against Lee's left shoulder, giving the older boy a perfect view of his Ai tattoo, which happened to match the color of his hair perfectly. After a minute, Gaara pulled away and walked out of the locker room without a word.

Lee woke up to the persistent beeping of his alarm clock.

Authors notes: I hope you liked the first chapter! I'm gonna add more once they are typed. Please remember to review! I love getting my reader's opinions. If you have any ideas, criticisms, questions, or see any mistakes, let me know :)