Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Happy Birthday Kenniyaka-love :)
Most Hated Love
He's new to the overwhelming feeling of longing for his best friend. He's new to the feeling of his hand. He's new to the feeling of imagining his best friend naked, underneath him, panting, moaning, screaming out his name until –
He chokes back the urge to cry out as he cranes his neck against his too hot pillow, wanting to smother any and all shameful noises. The bed is uncomfortably hot and the silken bed sheets are sticking to his sweat-plastered skin, adding to his frustration, and when he thrusts upward, the sheets are there almost taunting him, telling him that you're jerking off to your one and only true friend.
He feels dirty. He doesn't know when his feelings for a certain blond-haired boy started to form, and he's sure he doesn't want it. He's frustrated with himself for letting feelings slip from right under the black door to his heart, frustrated that the feelings are only for his best friend.
He doesn't want to be in love with Naruto.
Choking back another moan, he works on himself furiously, almost painfully underneath the sheets. He has to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from crying out; it hurts like hell, and he's sure it's bleeding but he doesn't care. He just wants this to be done and over with.
He's calm for a while before images of Naruto worms itself within his vision. He sees Naruto smiling, laughing, fighting, Naruto changing his clothes, swimming and the way his shorts rise up displaying beautiful, smooth, sun-kissed legs –
And as his hips bump off the mattress and undeniable pleasure washes over his body, he can't help but hate it.
He's exhausted with himself, with Naruto, with these obtuse feelings. He sinks into the mattress, disregarding the sticky mess on his hand and on the expensive sheets, he rolls over onto a cool spot on the mattress and decides to sleep. He'll sleep away his feelings, he decides.
He'll sleep away his love for Naruto.