'Dear Gaara,
I'm very curious about rimming, so would you be a dear and eat my ass please?
Much love from your boyfriend,
Lee.'
It just didn't flow.
Was there a polite way to ask someone to do that? The 'please' was nice, but it just didn't seem like enough.
Lee let out an agitated noise that closely resembled one a warthog might make while giving a particularly difficult birth.
He was really struggling here.
He was in the middle of a particularly difficult challenge he had set upon himself: talk dirty to Gaara.
It was so much harder done than said.
Lee was fairly certain from the get go that if he wanted to use his voice and actually speak dirty words, then he was going to have to really work at it. Hard work wasn't a problem for Lee, but time was of the essence here! Lee didn't have six months to stare into a mirror and repeat smutty phrases to try and work off the nerves and embarrassment that accompanied hearing his own voice saying inappropriate things. He needed to tell Gaara dirty things and soon!
At the advice of his closest friend Tenten, although she was strongly reviewing her affections toward her teammate after this conversation, Lee was taking to the beauty of the written word to see if keeping his mouth shut for once and using a pen would make these things easier to say.
The problem was that Lee didn't want Gaara to think he was a pervert. Lee considered himself a gentleman, and was extremely proud of that. It was one of the thing made him feel worthy of being with Gaara. The Kazekage deserved someone dignified, polite, composed, and respectful; and since 'dignified' and 'composed' were so far out of the ballpark for Lee that even hard work wouldn't do much, he really had to overcompensate with the 'polite' and 'respectful'.
That meant not being a filthy pervert.
Or at least not letting your boyfriend find out you're a filthy pervert.
Conceal, don't feel, Lee.
He hadn't even realized the full capacity for depravity his brain was capable of until he happened – purely by accident! – to hear Kakashi-sensei reading aloud from one of his books one day over breakfast at Gai-sensei's house. The longtime rivals were having a challenge, opting for something on the lighter side of physicality since it was around eight a.m., to see who would be the first to blush: the man reading smut, or the man listening.
Lee wasn't sure who proposed it, although he had a guess, but he didn't think Gai-sensei had really thought it through before accepting. Kakashi-sensei knew these books backwards and forewards, in fact there were several points where he wasn't even looking at the pages but his speech carried on without halt. Gai-sensei, in his usual fashion, wasn't going to concede easily, although the story went from zero to sixty in just a few sentences, and allowed Kakashi to carry on for over two hours before finally combusting when Kakashi-sensei decided to abandon his nonchalant tone and acted out the voices for the characters.
Lee wasn't part of the challenge, or he would have lost in the first twenty seconds. He was just an innocent bystander who had been enjoying a nice breakfast with his beloved teacher when Kakashi-sensei came over. Which was usually a lovely surprise! Lee very much enjoyed spending time with the Hokage, he always had.
But the book had done things to Lee.
Terrible things.
He was already having sex with Gaara, they'd been together for almost a year, and Lee happened to think they were very sexually adventurous. They took turns getting on top, they went down on each other in fun places (like on the kitchen counter – such wild children), they even had three positions they had mastered – not just one. And they always got each other off.
So Lee was very happy with his sex life.
And then the book.
The dirty, dirty book.
Lee was almost certain that Kakashi-sensei hadn't meant to convert one of the youths of his village into the ways of the pervert, but he was equally certain that the Hokage wouldn't be remorseful if he found out. Lee knew for a fact that Kakashi-sensei had, on more than one occasion, chided Gai-sensei for not giving his students a truly well rounded education in the ways of the world when it came to sex.
'Well rounded' to Kakashi meant that Lee shouldn't have had to go look up what 'rimming' was.
But look it up he had!
And inspire it did.
Perhaps if Lee had learned about the contents of this book when he was younger he would have merely been traumatized and written everything off. He could have enjoyed a perfectly vanilla sex life when he grew up and sweet Lee would never have to wonder if spanking would feel as good as it sounded.
Ah, but life is a tricky bitch. And Lee was not too young when he heard the book. He was almost out of his teenaged years and he was sexually active. So almost as soon as Kakashi had started reading, Lee started imagining.
The imagination is a beautiful thing. Had Lee not been in front of two senseis (one whom he considered a father), blushing furiously, and trying not to draw attention to himself- he might have closed his eyes and enjoyed where his mind drifted.
All of these deliciously dirty things Lee could suddenly see himself doing with Gaara.
Lee figured that as long as the thoughts stayed in his head and he never disrespected his boyfriend by even suggesting or implying that he wanted to try them, then all was well! He couldn't help where his mind might drift sometimes…or frequently…but he could control what he chose to say! (Although a long history of things that have come out of Lee's mouth would suggest otherwise).
Lee assumed Gaara would have no interest in the things the book described. Gaara was not a pervert. He was a fantastic lover, and he pleased Lee immensely- but he was not a pervert. And Lee would be damned if he accidentally drove Gaara away over something like sex. Lee didn't need these filthy things, he was just vaguely curious and liked to imagine from time to time.
Like when he was alone in the shower.
Or hadn't seen Gaara in a while.
Or when he woke up aching from a particularly vivid dream, saw he boyfriend sleeping sweetly beside him, and had to sprint into the bathroom and try to deal with himself so he could go back to sleep.
But that was it. Other than that, Lee remained a perfect gentleman who held his boyfriend in the highest of esteems.
And then Gaara decided throw a big-ass monkey wrench into the way Lee thought the world worked.
Last week, right in the middle of a particularly good thrust that made Lee question why he ever spent time anywhere other than flat on his back with his boyfriend's cock in his ass, Gaara had moaned that he was close and then proceeded to whisper something so filthy it would have Lee blushing even days later.
"I am going to cum inside you and then get down on my knees and lick you clean."
Hnn!
Everything about it was unexpected. Gaara didn't talk like that! Sure, they moaned with each other, whimpered, cried out, and they had each learned to appreciate how helpful 'I'm so close' could be. Lee was even known to say 'don't stop' or 'right there' on occasion, and Gaara had a way of saying 'that feels so good' like it was a spell, and the words always left Lee pleased and covered in goose bumps.
But that was the extent of their dirty talk.
Lee had just laid there on the bed, gaping like a fish and struggling to process those words that sounded like they'd been spoken in his native language but absolutely could not have been more foreign to him. Instinct told Lee that he should let Gaara know he liked it, (although the circumference of his pupils might have suggested otherwise), but he wasn't sure how to do that without directly saying 'Well said, Gaara! You absolutely should finish yourself off inside my behind and then use your tongue to mop it up- let's celebrate our youth with a good old-fashioned mouth-to-ass cleaning!'' and that surely would have killed the mood. Instead, Lee's brain felt an acceptable compromise was to sort of choke out (because he was still being pounded into) 'o-kay!'
It wasn't sexy, and he hadn't sounded sure of himself at all, but Lee closed his eyes immediately after and missed the look Gaara gave him.
Later, after Gaara had made half good on his promise and used a cloth to wipe the semen from Lee's ass and stomach, they laid there somewhat awkwardly until Gaara got annoyed with the silence and reached over to grab Lee's hand.
"Did that make you uncomfortable?" he asked bluntly, without a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.
But how could he be embarrassed when Lee had sucked up the world's supply of that emotion and turned bubblegum pink at the question.
His hands, which had been fidgeting with the sheet covering his lower half, suddenly flew up and waved defensively. "N-no, no no! Not at all!"
Gaara simply stared at him.
Lee could feel the beginnings of sweat starting up at his forehead again and had to look away from his boyfriend's simultaneously blank and judgmental gaze.
He had a chance here. If it was possible that Gaara was actually open to things like that then Lee absolutely didn't want to mess this up and scare Gaara off. He had to proceed with caution – and that was not one of Lee's strong points.
"I liked it, I did. I just…" he started, looking off at the wall as though a guide on 'how-to breach the topic of being kinky with your boyfriend' was suddenly going to appear there.
The wall was spared from its absurd duty by a knock at the door that ended up pulling Gaara away for the rest of the night leaving Lee to lie in bed, chew on his lip, and wonder if maybe it was okay to let Gaara in on some of the less…gentlemanly things Lee wanted them to do together.
He'd spent most of that night doing push ups. Vigorous exercise tended to distract him to the point that he couldn't overthink something even if he wanted to. This was his tried and true method (Gai-sensei approved!) of making decisions and discovering solutions.
It hadn't worked.
There did not seem to be a way to remain gentlemanly and tell your lover that you want him to finish on your face.
Was that the way a splendid ninja would talk? Would a taijutsu master really ever find himself indulging in the desire to be blindfolded and spanked?
Lee couldn't imagine that was so.
He would have called Gai-sensei to ask for his advice, but he had already made that mistake once the morning after his first time with Gaara. Lee needed to talk about it with someone – it was a huge deal for him! – and there was no one in the world whose opinion Lee respected more than his teacher's. Gai-sensei had already helped Lee when he wasn't sure how to flirt or behave like aboyfriend to Gaara, so Lee figured that telling his sensei about the exciting step was just another part of Lee's life that should be shared.
False.
Gai-sensei had made it very clear that while he would always be excited for Lee and share in his joy, no matter how personal it might be, there were few things in life worse than listening to someone you consider your own child talk about their sex acts. (He had gone to Kakashi's office with a bottle of sake immediately afterward and refused to tell his friend why it was nonnegotiable that they get drunk at two o'clock in the afternoon. Kakashi hadn't fought him hard on it).
Lee, ever the dutiful student and child-figure, had apologized profusely and vowed not to make the same mistake again.
But this meant Lee had to look elsewhere for advice on his new sex problem.
Insert a poor, unsuspecting Tenten.
She had been thrilled when Lee said he was coming to Konoha for a spontaneous visit. Now that he lived in Suna they didn't get to see each other as much as they would have liked, and Tenten was long overdue for a really good and thorough training. Plus she had a new weapon she wanted to show Lee – she thought the trip would be great!
Also false.
It should have been a big tip off that something was up when Lee said he wasn't in the mood for training and suggested they just go for dinner and talk instead.
Never, in all the years Tenten had known Lee, had he ever said he wasn't interested in training.
Ever.
He was like a puppy when it came to training. A very young, annoying, not-yet-potty-trained puppy.
But Tenten agreed. She let Lee guide her to a restaurant. She was fooled by him offering to treat her. She wanted to believe in the goodness of his heart.
And then, the second their food was in front of them-
"Tenten, I'm not sure how to tell Gaara that there are things I would like to try doing in bed."
Lee, you son-of-a-bitch.
But Lee was her best friend, and he was clueless. And Gaara was the Kazekage, so really, Tenten considered is her civil duty to help Lee tread these waters delicately.
It was for Konoha's sake.
"…well…why don't you just…say them?" she tried. It wasn't much of a suggestion, but Lee had sprung this topic on her so fast.
Lee frowned at his plate. "But I'm not sure how to say them. I don't want to sound business-like."
Tenten had shoveled food into her mouth in the hopes that if she was stuffing herself, it might get her out of talking and she could just listen until Lee came to a conclusion on his own. But he was looking at her hopefully and his eyes had always sort of resembled a baby animal's andgoddammit, Lee.
She swallowed, read: nearly choked on, the monolithic amount of food she'd committed to and sighed. "Do you ever talk dirty to each other?"
Lee turned a bit pink.
Good, you bastard – be embarrassed.
The little things, the 'right there's and the 'oh yes's, probably didn't really count as dirty talk. Before the book, and before Gaara had shocked the hell out of him with talk of ass licking, Lee would have said 'yes, we talk dirty all the time! Why just the other day I said I was close and then I followed through!' but now?
Once, in the shower, Gaara had very politely asked if Lee would go down on him.
"Would you go down on me, please."
Ah, memories.
And of course Lee had happily, and immediately, dropped to his knees and gave his boyfriend a blowjob so good the local newspaper should have written about it.
But politely asking your boyfriend for oral was not the same thing as dirty talk. Lee being equally polite and saying "thank you" after Gaara returned the favor didn't count either. Neither does Gaara saying 'I'd like to bottom' or 'I need more fingers'.
Now, if Gaara had said "Oh, Lee, I need your fingers so badly. Please, touch me!" then that would count (and probably give Lee a nosebleed). Instead it was simply said as a statement of fact.
The first time either of them said the word 'cum' it was preceded by 'I'm gonna' and it was the most excitingthing that happened to them that week. Gaara had said it first, in a perfectly natural and wonderful way that made Lee blush and suck him twice hard (which actually almost ruined what Gaara had said was gonna happen). But Lee was certain his boyfriend had only said it because he was, in fact, going to cum. He wasn't trying to be sexy or distract Lee for the next several days. He was just saying 'hey buddy, since you've got my dick in your mouth and your tongue is doing really friendly things to it I thought I'd give you a little heads up that I'm about to have an orgasm just in case you want to take your mouth away'. Except Gaara didn't talk like that, (no one should talk like that), so instead he said 'I'm gonna cum'.
This was what confused Lee so much. If Gaara said, quite bluntly, things that were statements of fact, then him saying he was going to get on his knees and lick Lee clean should rightfully mean that he had every intention of actually doing so and therefore Lee was well within his rights to be excited about the prospect of it happening.
And yet…
Lee just shook his head 'no' to her question.
"Then you just need to start doing that. The next time you two are…you know… just try saying something…sexy."
Lee missed the way she nearly shuddered at this.
Her advice was solid, and to a normal person it might even be all the guidance they needed. But Lee was a special case, and he knew from experience that it was going to take more than just 'trying to say something sexy' the next time he and Gaara got into bed together.
Two days after Gaara had blown Lee's mind with the word 'cum', the Kazekage was buried under a sheet they had already ruined with sweat and drool and were about to render completely unusable. It was the perfect time for Lee to say it back. (Because yes, in Lee's mind, 'I'm gonna cum' was on an intimacy level right up there with 'I love you' and needed to be reciprocated). As Gaara moved his head up and down between his lover's thighs, Lee tried to moan the special words.
Gaara hadn't been trying for sexy when he said it. The words had rolled right off his tongue effortlessly and with genuine arousal. Lee, on the other hand, had overthought this almost to the point of madness, and was completely torn over whether to try and pull a Gaara, or try for sexy and see where that got him.
But overthinking and sex don't go well together, and when Lee finally opened his mouth and the curtain finally opened on his big moment all he was able to get out was the 'I'm' and then the rest came out all weird and strangled.
But Lee was not a quitter. So when Gaara had lifted his head and asked if Lee was okay, his boyfriend was too preoccupied with a mental pep talk about 'determination' to notice that Gaara had stopped and ended up screaming 'I am going to have an orgasm!' so loudly that not only did Gaara's eyes move to resemble the shape of his lover's, but someone outside could be heard going 'oh man, come on'.
Lee's efforts ended being worth it though, because it had made Gaara laugh. Lee was so distracted with being proud of himself for saying it (or a very butchered and unsexy variation of the sentiment) that he wasn't even bothered that Gaara couldn't finish what he was doing.
And of course, Gaara hadn't been laughing at Lee, he was laughing at how Lee had said it – how he'd screamed such a thing.
A few days later, the next time he found himself with Gaara's head between his legs, Lee was able to say (at a much more acceptable volume), "Oh, Gaara, I'm gonna cum."
He'd looked for a reaction, and Gaara had moaned back and continued what he was doing, but other than that nothing special happened (besides, perhaps, a pretty spectacular orgasm) and Lee didn't feel the sense of catharsis he had been expecting.
"I don't know, Tenten… I'm not sure that saying things like that is really true to who I am."
Tenten frowned. "What, so you can think dirty things but you can't say them? Come on, Lee. If you want to do something with your boyfriend then you've got to tell him. He's not a mind reader."
Lee's eyes had widened and he almost looked hurt.
This was the problem with having a teammate whose eyes made him resemble a cartoon animal! Tenten had seen this face so many times in her life and every damn time she ended up softening her blows or giving in – whatever it took to make Lee's unnaturally round eyes return to a size she found socially acceptable.
She sighed and crossed her arms as she considered her teammate.
"Maybe you could…"
Her brained was wracking itself for suggestions, but the only other thing available to her conscious was the weapon she'd been so excited to show Lee.
Weapons.
Scrolls.
Beautiful, shiny kunai whipping through the air and making that- wait.
Scrolls!
"Write it down!"
Lee blinked at her; eyes still a completely inappropriate size for a grown-ass human. "Huh?"
But Tenten was certain her suggestion had struck gold.
"Yeah, just write down a list of the things you want to do and that way you don't have to actually say them!"
A shiny bowl cut flew toward the ceiling as Lee exploded out of his seat with excitement and terrified the shit out of the other customers. "Tenten, that's brilliant! I'll get started right away!"
An exasperated weapon's mistress had to use the speed she'd acquired from years of training with this idiot to whip her hand across the table and grab the back of his collar, uncaring of the way it choked him, before he could sprint back to Suna and start penning a dirty list.
But right after they'd had a proper visit and she had politely declined Lee's offer to show her the list (because while there was still a chance, at least in Lee's head, that he could scare Gaara away with his desires, Tenten was already stuck with him for life), and Lee had stopped in to squeeze his sensei for a hug that others would have considered much too long and full of too many tears, Lee had sprinted back to Suna.
It turned out, after many failed attempts, that a list was still not an appropriate method for expressing himself. A list made it seem like these were items to be checked off. It just felt too impersonal. If Lee was actually sitting in front of Gaara and requesting these things then he wouldn't sit there methodically counting them out on his fingers like sexual chores. He would want to say them all sexy like Gaara had. He wanted to give his boyfriend the same kind of excited and nervous butterflies he'd put in Lee's tummy.
Which was why it was much better to think in terms of 'Dear Gaara'.
Even here, though, this was proving to be quite the challenge. He was still nervous about scaring his boyfriend off.
'Dear Gaara,
I want you to...hold my hand while we make love.'
Gaara already does that. And come on, Lee!
'Dear Gaara,
I want you to…lay your head on my chest after sex.'
This was impossible! Even the word sex made Lee blush. He loved having sex with Gaara, he loved it, and there were so many things he wanted to try – he needed to get over this fear and just force his ass to be honest.
Lee dropped his forehead to his palms and gripped as much of his hair as his fingers could reach. He didn't want to be this embarrassed, it was unproductive and it was probably doing his boyfriend a great disservice to not trust that he would love Lee no matter how dirty his brain could be.
Alright. Time to resort to the classic method of getting shit done.
Lee closed his eyes, touched his fingers to his lips, and pressed them to where he kept a photo of his sensei on his desk.
'This is for you, Gai-sensei.
If I cannot finish this letter to Gaara by the time the sun sets in one hour then I will run back and forth to Suna on my hands – twice!'
That would be an incredibly unpleasant trip, it was extremely hot outside, and although somewhere in Konoha Gai felt a tug in his heart and hoped that meant Lee was thinking of him, he certainly did not want the credit for inspiring Lee to write this letter.
But write, Lee did.
'Dear Gaara,
I am writing you this letter because what you said in bed the other day really got me thinking about things I would like to do with you. I'm really struggling with finding a way to express them to you and think that writing them down will make it easier. This way, I can hand you the letter and you can just take it all in. Please excuse me if anything I say makes you uncomfortable. I know you'll tell me if it does. I also hope that in writing this maybe you will want to share some of your hidden desires with me. If you have them. I don't mean to sound accusatory.
This is very difficult, Gaara!
Alright. Here goes…
I want to do that thing you suggested. Ever since you said it, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm also very curious about how you taste and would like to do the same thing to you as soon as you're finished cleaning me.
I would also like for you to wear a skirt and keep it on while I make love to you.'
Lee considered the sentence for a moment, crossed out 'make love' and wrote 'fuck' instead, then scrunched up his face, shook his head, and changed it back.
'Do you remember that time in your office when you pulled your robes up so I could go down on you? At one point the hem was in the middle of your thighs and it sort of looked like a skirt, and I really liked the idea.'
He was certain that Gaara wouldn't require justifications or explanations for Lee's desires, but Lee thought it added a nice touch.
'The skirt and the cleaning don't need to take place at the same time, but as I'm writing this, it occurs to me that I would like that as well.
I want you to sit on my face while I –'
Lee took a deep breath, steeled himself, and continued.
'- eat you out. Again, this is a separate desire from the skirt and the cleaning…but they could also happen together. I want to do them all separately and then do them again together.
I'm sorry for being so infatuated with the idea of a skirt.
I want to bend you over your desk while there are still documents and scrolls all over it. I want your release to shoot so far that it gets on something. I realize this particular desire may have to stay in my head, but I wanted to be honest with you.
I'm not picky about which scroll it is, but there are bonus points if it's a letter intended for another village.
Not Konoha, please. I would never be able to look Kakashi-sensei in the eye again.
But the Raikage might make us laugh and I like having secrets with you.'
He had gotten off topic a bit, but that seemed like an important thing to clear up before Lee could accidentally fuck Gaara into cumming on a document that the Hokage could one day pick up and read.
Lee couldn't imagine that would lead to anything good.
'I also want to go down on you under the table while you're in one of your council meetings. A part of me wants it to be a secret, and for you to have to work to not make any noises, but another part of me wants for them to know and for you to just not care. My sense of duty and responsibility to maintain decorum in this village is strong, but my desire to please you and get credit for it might be stronger.
I recognize that this desire may also have to stay in my fantasies, but maybe we could do it in that room when no one else is in there and I could pretend? If I'm under the table I won't be able to tell either way. Except that it would be quiet. Unless you're making noises.'
He'd gone off again.
'This is difficult, Gaara. These are things I want to say to you. I love you so much and wish I could just tell you exactly what I want, but it feels very ungentlemanly and against my nature. But I also trust you very much and I know that you won't think less of me for my honesty.'
That wasn't completely honest, since Lee was nervous to give this to Gaara, but Lee had to have faith in his boyfriend and trust his belief that they ought to be comfortable sharing their thoughts and desires with each other, no matter what they were.
And yet, a gentleman does not tell his boyfriend, whom he loves and respects, that he want to cum on the poor boyfriend's face while he's wearing panties.
He also has no idea where this affinity for putting Gaara in women's clothing comes from, but it also seems ungentlemanly.
But in the spirit of this challenge, and with the possibility that completing it would lead to actually seeing Gaara in panties, Lee took his gentleman stick and threw it into the pervert fire.
Fan those flames, baby.
Perhaps, though, he should make it clear that the panty desires have nothing to do with emasculating Gaara, Lee just thinks panties are sexy. He wants to wear them too- in fact, he had better let Gaara know that.
'I've had a thought and want to make sure you know that my desire to put you in a skirt is entirely perverted and not meant to make you feel like less of a man.
I also want to wear panties, I just noticed I never actually wrote about the panties, sidenote: I would also like for you to wear panties. I already know what kind I want to wear. I saw them once when I was getting more tights, but I was with Gai-sensei and didn't want to scare him so I didn't get them. But they were pink and lacy. I think pink would look good on both of us. I don't look good in yellow – just for your reference. Should you ever find yourself in a panty store and in the mood to get panties for me to wear I just don't want you to waste your time or money on yellow. Even a pale one, it will trick you. You will think of my hair and might imagine a bumblebee and bumblebees are cute but Gaara it just washes me out.
I don't know why you would be in a panty store.'
He was really struggling. Back on topic, Lee! This is a challenge!
'Panties.'
Atta boy.
'I'm not particular about what color you wear. I would like you in anything.
There's quite a lot of things I want to do that involve panties and skirts, but they apply to both of us. I've fantasized about wearing a skirt, this black one I saw on that mission to that town that had the snake that I said was looking at me like he knew every bad thing I'd ever done? You said I was paranoid and that that's not how snakes worked but it followed me and-
Anyway, the skirt was black and the girl wearing it – I was not looking at the girl! I was just admiring the skirt! I promise that my thoughts were 100% of putting it on and having sex with you!'
Gaara would know that, but Lee still felt it was wrong not to say it.
'- But she had the netting kunoichi wear covering the bottom half of her stomach and I'm not sure if that was part of the skirt, but it was a nice look.
Anyway, I don't have the panties or the skirt, but if that's something you would be interested in then it's something I would like.
I want to wear the skirt while I ride you. I always imagine you having on that black outfit – the one with the straps I like, and keeping everything on but just pulling your cock out.'
Since this was a letter, Gaara would have no idea how long it took for Lee to write the word cock, although the way it was slightly slanted off to the side might reveal that Lee had screwed his eyes shut just to get it out.
'I love it when you pin me against a wall and hold my arms above my head while we kiss. Please feel free to do that more. Everyday would not be over doing it.
I love it when you bite my lip. I want you to do that more…but everywhere. I want to wake up the next day and see marks all over my chest. I want to worry that my neckline isn't high enough to hide the bruises your teeth leave.'
Lee took a deep breath and steadied himself before he wrote this next part. He would have liked to take a break, his head was swimming, but the sun was rapidly getting friendly with the horizon and Lee really didn't want to lose this challenge.
'I want you to tie me up. Tight. I want to feel like I'll have to open a gate to get out. I want you to crowd me and whisper in my ear all the things you want to do, and then I want you to do them. I want you to blindfold me, tease me with your fingertips, and then spank me until I beg you to take me.
Do you remember that tea shop we stopped at just outside Konoha that time you came back with me to see the cherry blossoms? We found that nice shady spot on the other side of that fence and that tree with the broken branch was hiding us from the road? You said it was peaceful and I said I was going to fix the tree and you sat on my back until you had finished your lunch. Well, when I was lying there on my stomach I could see the road from underneath the edges of leaves, and there were lots of feet going by. We were hidden, but there were people right there, and if we had been doing anything then anyone could have come over, lifted the branch, and spotted us.
I liked the idea. A lot.
Since you were sitting on my back and my butt was right there I wanted you to spank me so badly, especially since it would have made a noise and possibly attracted people to look. I don't actually want to get caught, that would be embarrassing, but I like the idea that no matter where we are you just can't wait to touch me.'
The sun was much too close!
'The sun is setting so I must finish up. But I've already said most of the things that have been on my mind.
I hope you know that I don't actually need any of these things. I'm very happy with the sex we're having now, so if none of this sounds appealing then that's perfectly alright! These are just silly fantasies and if you tell me you aren't interested then I will lock them away forever!
Alright the sun just sped up.
I love you very much and look forward to whatever kind of sex the future holds for us!
All my love,
P.S. Sometimes I fantasize about telling you I want to suck off your 'Kazecock'.
Please remember that you love me.'
Ta-da! Take that, sun. Rude as hell speeding up at the end like that.
But the joke was on that big hot ball of fire because Lee was finished. After all of his stressing it wasn't a very long letter, nor was it particularly detailed, but the spirit was there. It was a good starting point.
Lee folded the letter, taped it shut (he didn't have a wax seal of his own), and scrawled his boyfriend's name over the side in what he hoped looked like impressive script.
Now to just drop this off in Gaara's office and then to go hide somewhere for the next two to three days and-
"Gaara!?"
If Gaara had eyebrows then they would have come together in the center of his forehead for a little reunion with the way he frowned. To be fair, Lee hadn't sounded excited to see him. He'd said his boyfriend's name in a pitch he hadn't been able to hit since before puberty.
"…Lee," he replied as he closed the door behind him.
There wasn't a good way to inconspicuously hide the letter, since Lee had been holding it in front of his face and admiring the way he'd written the 'G' in Gaara, but damned if Lee didn't try to whip that thing onto the floor before Gaara could notice it.
"What was that?"
Damn.
Lee sputtered and tried to look casual. He was working against himself.
"What letter? I don't- what are you talking about?"
Gaara hadn't seen his boyfriend in almost a week, since Lee had up and taken off for Konoha after Gaara had been pulled away to an emergency council meeting, and so he didn't pursue the matter of this letter the way he would have normally. Right now Gaara just wanted to get into a hot shower and take Lee to bed.
That is, before Gaara had walked around Lee's desk so he could give his boyfriend a kiss, spotted the letter on the floor and read the name on it.
"Lee."
"Yes, sweetums?"
Gaara cast a quick frown at that and then looked back at the letter. "That is addressed to me."
Lee looked down at the letter too and scrambled. He hadn't intended to be in the room when Gaara read this and frankly it was going to put all of his efforts to poo if he had to be in front of Gaara for his immediate reaction.
"Now, are we sure about that? You aren't the only Gaara in this village."
Gaara was very seriously considering learning a jutsu to grow eyebrows just so he could properly express how bewildered he was by his lover.
"Lee."
"Hn?" came the squeaky reply.
"You wrote that."
He wasn't really looking for a confirmation, because Gaara would recognize Lee's handwriting anywhere, but he did keep his gaze locked on Lee's face while he waited for a response.
Lee swallowed down a ball he couldn't remember putting in his mouth and began fidgeting. "Now, are we sure about that? Lots of people-"
"Lee."
Gaara found himself looking at the top of his boyfriend's head as Lee dropped his gaze to stare at his lap. If he could have seen how red Lee had turned then he might, might mind you, have taken some pity on his boyfriend and let the letter wait until tomorrow so he could make good on his wish to go get into a tub with his squeeze.
But instead, sand crawled out of the zen garden Lee kept on his desk – um, rude, Gaara – and retrieved the letter from the floor before moving back into it's proper place.
Lee felt his heart stop and he had stopped breathing. He wanted to flee the room but his legs seemed to have forgotten that he was a taijusu master and could put a hole in the wall, ceiling, or floor depending on what was closest. Instead he just sat there and waited.
He could hear Gaara unfold the letter and Lee clenched.
He was not expecting to hear Gaara let out a little noise like he'd just been given a surprise colonoscopy.
"Ughn"
In spite of his blush, Lee looked up and was downright tickled to see that Gaara didn't look immediately horrified. His boyfriend wasn't a terribly expressive person by nature, but at this moment he was almost, almost grinning. It was more like this eyes were bigger and his mouth wasn't quite frowning – but Lee counted that as a victory grin.
It didn't take Gaara long to finish the letter, and the second he had his eyes flicked over to his boyfriend's eager face.
"You've been reading Kakashi's books."
How-!
"No, no! No I accidentally heard a part, well a rather large part of one, see he was reading it out loud – you see he and Gai-sensei were having a challenge-"
But Lee didn't get to finish explaining himself. The letter fluttered to the floor as Gaara's hands fisted themselves in Lee's jumpsuit and hauled him out of the chair and then shoved him against the wall behind Lee's desk.
Lee realized what Gaara was doing about half a second before Gaara actually did it.
The grin that erupted over his face could have caused another heat wave problem in Suna for how warm and happy it was as Gaara gripped each of Lee's wrists and pinned them up above his head. Normally, Gaara couldn't lift Lee's hands very high, because of their height difference, but since Lee had seen this coming he spread his legs a bit to lower himself enough to let Gaara lean over him and completely crowd his space.
Lee closed his eyes and pushed his lips forward in anticipation of a kiss, and almost jumped when he felt breath tickling his ear instead.
"Everyday?" Gaara whispered.
Between his arms, Lee nodded and kept his eyes closed. "Everyday," he repeated.
Gaara took that as his cue and gave Lee the kiss he was so desperate for.
Screw everyday, Lee wanted this every hour. This incredible solid weight of his boyfriend, completely pressing into every inch of him. With his arms up and out of the way and his chest exposed, Lee felt so vulnerable and safe with Gaara there. It thrilled him. He licked back against Gaara's tongue and hoped his boyfriend could feel how relieved he was.
Gaara could. The second he had pulled Lee out of the chair he saw the tension leave his boyfriend's shoulders.
He wanted to fulfill another of Lee's wishes and bite hundreds of little marks all over his body, but Lee needed to get out of this damn jumpsuit first. The urgency Gaara had felt earlier to go pull Lee into a shower and into bed returned ten fold and as he pulled away to look his lover in the eyes Gaara kept his teeth tightly around Lee's bottom lip.
"Uhn."
It was as much as Lee was capable of with his mouth held open like that, but it was enough. The sound went straight to Gaara's cock and he growled into Lee.
He released Lee's wrists and grabbed his hand, turning to leave the room and drag his boyfriend with him. "Come on."
"Wait! Wait," Lee stammered, trying to collect himself.
Gaara turned and gave Lee a look like he'd just suggested they kill all of their friends.
"So, you… the letter… it didn't bother you?"
Was that not proof enough-
"Lee," Gaara said for the fifth time that night.
The tiny woodland creature eye effect that Lee really wasn't even trying to do on purpose and just happened to be really good at when he was nervous or insecure didn't have the same impact on Gaara because he was a Kage and a child of Suna and just generally not as touched as others by round eyes and long lashes.
But, if there were any eyes in the world that could make Gaara melt a bit, they were Rock Lee's.
Gaara didn't say anything else, he turned to face his lover completely, lacing their fingers in the hand he was holding as he did so, and brought the other hand up to cup Lee's cheek. He leaned in and pressed one long, soft kiss to Lee's lips before pulling back a few inches and looking Lee very seriously in the eyes.
"Tomorrow we're getting panties."
Lee had never heard Gaara say that word before and it sent delighted little shocks all over his body.
Seeing that Lee was pleased with his answer, Gaara went back to dragging his boyfriend back to their bedroom. He was desperate for that shower and Lee needed a cleaning.