Disclaimer: This is getting rather troublesome. I do not own Naruto; I have never owned it nor will I ever.
A/N: This story shifts P.O.V.s a lot, so I've put in indicators for when it occurs. Sorry if it confuses anyone. Oh and text is in these thingies- : :
Gaara's P.O.V.
I didn't know why it had happened; I sure as hell didn't know how. All I knew was that it had happened. I had fallen in love with Naruto. The one who had been my friend. The one who had saved my life and my heart so many times that I'd lost count. The... My train of thought was cut short when I felt my pants tightening. Damn. I had to think of something else, but the blond was all that filled my thoughts. Fuck. I looked out of my bedroom and sighed.
Normal P.O.V.
Said blond was arguing with his father back at his home, who was clearly not pleased about his son wanting to go out after midnight. Especially considering that said son was also grounded on top of every other conceivable reason, said father was quite irate.
"But, Daa-ad!" Naruto whined.
"No," Iruka said. His arms were crossed and his foot tapping irritably. He was serious.
"But Dad," naruto protested. "It's his birthday tomorrow. I promised him something special."
"I don't care," Iruka replied. "Number one: you're grounded and number two: your Uncle Kakashi is coming over tomorrow."
"I hate you!" Naruto cried, before storming to his room and slamming the door.
Iruka shook his head, snorting. "Teenagers," he muttered.
Naruto's P.O.V.
I flung myself onto my bed, ignoring the random shit scattered on my floor. I didn't care about Kakashi. Why the hell shouldI care? Kakashi came over every damn day! It was Gaara's birthday for Christ's sake! I promised Gaara a special present and fuck it all, he was going to get one! My phone beeped, telling me I had a text. I flipped it open lazily.
:Where r u?:
I sighed. :Stuck. Dad's being a fuckin' Hitler.:I texted.
:Oh. I miss u.:
That only made me sigh again. :I miss you 2. Luv u.:
Gaara didn't answer for a while and then, when he texted back, I could feel his sadness, as weird as that sounds.
:Luv u 2.:
Damn it all. I didn't give a fuck anymore. I was going to see my boyfriend and give him the best birthday of his life. I grabbed a few things I'd hidden under the loose floorboard beneath my bed that my old man didn't know about, locked my bedroom door and climbed out the window. As I ran down the street, a very fox-like grin spread across my face. Gaara was going to love his present.
Gaara's P.O.V.
I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew, a rock hit my window. I jumped and raced to the window. I opened it and squinted into the darkness, trying to figure out who was out there. I got my answer in a pair of lips crushing against mine as Naruto slipped through my window.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him, his tongue begging for entrance.
I let him in and heard something hit the floor behind me. "What was that?" I gasped as I pulled back for air.
"Nothin'," Naruto replied as he slid his hands under my shirt, causing a shiver of pleasure to pass down my spine. "Just a part of your present."
"A part-"
Then he dragged his nails down my back, drawing blood.
A loud groan forced itself from my throat. So, I'm a masochist. Sue me.
Normal P.O.V.
Temari heard the rock hit her little brother's window, but she ignored it. Were it not for what she heard next, she would have completely forgotten her brother.
A loud groan issued from Gaara's room.
Temari's first thought was: Oh, God. My little brother is masturbating! She thought about it a second and realized she hadn't even known he'd know how to do that.
Any other thoughts were erased when she remembered the male whose lips had moved from just above her navel to cover your own.
"You're so troublesome," he muttered.
