A/N: A bit of random drabble and my attempt at a yaoi pairing. I think this one has a really clever title. *giggle* : ) R&R folks! I'll wub you for it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Yeah…
"Oi, usuratonkachi, where are you?" Sasuke was worried already, and Naruto had only left their bed about 30 seconds ago.
"Kitchen… Food… Must… Eat…." Naruto barely made it to the cupboard in which he kept his 'secret' stash of instant ramen. With a ravaged look in his eyes, he tore off the wrapper and poured water into the Styrofoam cup. In a single fluid motion, he pulled at the microwave door, shoved the poor piece of soft packaging material into the 'box' and slammed the black door shut with a resounding thud. The torture would begin then, 3 minutes…. He would never survive.
"Naruto?" said 18 year-old swiveled around to face his erm… Well, it was hard to choke out, but… Boyfriend. Naruto was often struck senseless when he saw Sasuke—with or without a shirt on, but he preferred the latter for obvious reasons—because of how impossibly sexy his partner in crime, and life, looked.
"Yeees," Naruto drawled happily, still counting his blessings. He'd been elated to know that his erm, feelings were not one sided. Ohhh no. Definitely not one-sided.
"What the hell was that?" Sasuke hadn't changed at all, well, except to get hotter, but Naruto stashed all his inappropriate thoughts away until they got into bed, again. He hoped it would be soon, but his stomach told him to wait the fuck up and eat first. One of Sasuke's eyebrows moved slowly upwards as he observed his lover. Naruto's obsession with food only made him that much more attractive in Sasuke's eyes.
"I'm huuuungry," Naruto moaned and his stomach gave a rumble of agreement. Sasuke just shook his head.
There was a slight hiss of a rice-paper door moving and the pair froze, looking each other over. Both wore nothing but boxers and each looked as though they'd been rolling around on the ground for hours, which really, they had.
"Shit!" Naruto attempted a dive for the bedroom he and Sasuke had slept in, but it was all in vain. Sakura, fully dressed in her shinobi gear, stood in the entrance to the kitchen her eyes wide with confusion. The pair had yet to tell their friend about their love and disinterest in females.
"What," silence, "the," deeper silence, "fuck?"
The two boys glanced at each other nervously while their kunoichi team member just looked at them, open-mouthed. Somewhere in the background, the sound of the microwave finishing its 3 minutes beeped out a melancholy song.