A/N: That was quiet a reception! I'm glad everybody is so excited about this fic, it was very fun to write. I do have to apologize for failing to title the previous chapter - for those of you who care, the title for the chapter 1 is "Exchanging Body Heat". As is hopefully evident by the title of this chapter, each new post will deal specifically with one of the 4 qualities mentioned in the lyric. Admittedly, "Wit" was the most difficult to write so I hope you all enjoy what I have done! As always, your reviews are greatly appreciated.
Warnings: Nothing graphic or explicit, just some "boys will be boys" type fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and it is likely that I never will.
So detention was not my goal, but I am not complaining. It is the closest to one-on-one time I've gotten with Naruto since our little "conversation" during lunch earlier this week.
He, however, is complaining, "My shift starts in 15 minutes. Please, Mr. Umino. I didn't even do anything."
"This," our biology teacher holds up a sheet of paper, "was offensive and disruptive. You two are going to graduate in a few months and these kinds of immature stunts won't be tolerated in college."
I roll my eyes. He really is blowing this way out of proportion. I get the detention, but I don't think my future is on the line. So I had a little fun with his pop quiz? My grades can take the hit and the laugh I got out of Naruto was well worth it.
I must be smirking – funny I can't even tell when I am doing it anymore – because he slams the quiz down on my desk, "Do you think this is funny?"
I look down at the sheet and back up to his face, "Kinda."
He huffs and walks away, leaving the quiz on my desk. I pick it up and admire my handiwork.
1. What is asexual reproduction? A depraved activity involving lotion, tissues and shame
2. Redness, warmth and swelling are all signs of what process? A typical Friday night
3. What are the 3 phases of photosynthesis? Excitement, climax, release
4. Provide an example of a symbiotic relationship: A thick shaft and tight ass
5. What is the largest organ in the human body? My hard dick
It was supposed to be a gift quiz, simple questions from the chapters we covered earlier in the year. It was meant to pad our grades, because – truthfully – Iruka Umino is a kind teacher. But I knew he was going to have us pass our papers forward for quick grading and I couldn't resist. That frustrating blond was sitting in front of me, seemingly unaffected by my presence. I had to get his attention.
"Please, Mr. Umino..." Naruto tries once more to get a reprieve.
"No," he responds coolly as he wipes down the whiteboard. He turns and with a contemptuous grin asks, "I don't suppose you have a job to get to Mr. Uchiha?"
I smile, "Oh, I had a few jobs I was going to get, and a few I was going to give... but I can reschedule."
He sneers, "Keep it up Sasuke and I will have you after school every day."
I tweak my eyebrows, and lean forward in my seat. I bring my hand to my chin and rest my elbow on the desk, "Is that a promise?"
Oh, that has him bristling. My smug expression is only amplified when the school secretary opens the door and informs our teacher that his presence is requested in the office. His mouth is gaping for a moment before he growls and heads toward the door.
"Nobody leaves until I get back!"
He slams the door and I chuckle as I recline in my seat. I have almost forgotten Naruto is there until he speaks.
"Do you think this is going to impress me?" He has turned to face me in his desk.
It isn't? I arch an eyebrow in response.
"This whole slutty persona," he purses his lips, "it's kind of pathetic."
My eyebrow crashes and my eyes narrow slightly. Nobody calls me pathetic. I don't care how good a fuck they are.
"So was it out of pity that you had me fuck your brains out the other night?" I sneer. He doesn't respond, just looks away. I should stop but my pride won't let me, "Because that was clearly not your first time."
He doesn't look back and I huff. This is counterproductive. I wait a moment to allow the tension to ebb before I speak again.
"I'm sorry," I say in earnest, "about getting you in trouble."
He visibly stiffens with the apology and slowly, disbelievingly, turns to me. I'm sure he has never once heard me apologize, it isn't something I am very practiced in. But I was sincere and I know it showed in my tone. He gives a small smile and my whole world seems to brighten. A tiny grin tugs at the corner of my mouth.
"It's okay," he shrugs, "I work for my dad. What is he going to do? Fire me?" he laughs and I almost have to squint it is so brilliant, "I just hopes he still lets me go out on Saturday. Ino is having a kegger."
I take note of this little piece of information, but do not make my interest known. "So what do you do for your dad?" I ask instead.
Of course, I already know that Naruto helps out at his dad's restaurant – but having that kind of knowledge might appear suspicious, so I play dumb.
His eyes are dubious anyway, they travel across my features before he answers, "my dad owns a restaurant downtown. I wait and bus and cook... whatever he needs me to do."
I can't blame him for doubting my sudden interest, but I am relieved he is so amiable. Of course, I suppose once you have had somebody inside of you it is a little difficult to be aloof. I am trying to think of something to say when the door opens and Iruka enters. He looks irritated, perhaps even more so than when he left.
"Something has come up," he says, eyes shifting to out into the hall, "you boys are excused."
Naruto jumps out of his seat and grabs up his jacket and backpack. He offers many thanks to our teacher and practically flies out of the room. I hurry to gather my belongings but the exit is blocked by my English teacher. I try to push past him but he won't budge.
"What!" I snap as I see the blond retreat down the hall and round the corner. I huff and step back, defeated.
The man smiles and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me shiver. If Mr. Hatake weren't my teacher... no, even then. Well, if he were a few years younger... nope, I still would. If he weren't so obviously a top... yeah, I can go along with that argument. If it weren't for the fact that I would have to bottom, I could definitely see myself fucking him. Neither the fact that he is my teacher nor that he probably has a decade on me are turn offs. But I haven't ever bottomed and I just don't see it happening.
He finally steps aside and I dash out of the room without a backward glance. By the time I get to the parking lot Naruto is gone. I curse loudly and grab my keys from my pocket.
"Don't do it," Neji says with a bored tone.
I'm pacing in my room and he is watching me from my bed. I called him over to bring balance to my suddenly frantic state. I need him to be stoic enough for the both of us and he is doing a damn good job.
I'm just... frazzled? I cannot name this emotion, I have never experienced it before. I'm on edge, I feel like my thoughts and actions have no barriers. I worry I could do anything at any moment. I want to go to Naruto's dad's restaurant; I want to see him again. But to what end? I have no idea what I would say and my presence would probably just come off as desperate. But I am desperate.
"Fuck!" I growl and fall face first into the mattress.
There is a moment of silence; the room is still. Then I feel the bed shift and a weight settle on top of me. I can feel Neji's hands on my shoulders, kneading the muscles through my shirt. Slowly I let myself relax and groan as he works a knot. Neji has always been good with his hands; he knows the human body in a way that is both sensual and terrifying. He knows how to bring intense pleasure and unrivaled pain. I have had the fortune of experiencing both... but that is another story.
His hands move down my shoulder blades, his thumbs rub circles along my spine. Lower and lower until they are at the hem of my shirt. The strong hands dip under the fabric and begin to move back up; they are so warm against my skin and I groan again when he finds another good spot. I would have let him continue but as he leans into his ministrations, shifting to get a better position, I can feel another hardness pressing against me.
I growl and turn my head, "You really think that is appropriate?"
I can't see him, but I know he is smirking as he grinds down into me with his hands and his hips, "You like it."
I send an elbow to his neck as I roll over. He shouts as he is displaced and lands next to me on the mattress. I look over at him with a cold glare and he is still smirking. I can see his chest is starting to tremble and soon a laugh is erupting from deep inside him. I kick him off the bed when the sound shifts from chuckle to cackle.
"You are turning in to such a little bitch," he shouts from the floor, still smiling.
"Fuck you Neji!" I grind out.
He stands up and straightens himself out, "I know!" his light eyes are gleaming mischievously, "I can invite Hinata over and you two can braid each other's hair and talk about boys and synchronize your periods!"
I stand up to level my glare with the brunet's smug smile, "shut the fuck up Hyuga."
His smile falters and there is a flash of concern in his lavender eyes. He crosses his arms and sighs. Neji's expression is strange – at least on him, it says 'what am I going to do with you?'.
But when he opens his mouth that is not what comes out, "Snap the fuck out of it Uchiha," I furrow my brow and he continues, "you can like the guy. That's fine. Hell, you can love him, but get your shit together. It's embarrassing watching you pine. We," he gestures between us, "don't pine."
I open my mouth to retort but I can't think of anything good to say. I have been pining, haven't I? I've been obsessing and wringing my hands and pondering all kinds of 'what ifs'. Neji is right, I need to get my shit together, because this is rather unbecoming. I don't do insecure and awkward, I do confident and suave.
As I let his words sink in I am suddenly taken aback. Did he say 'love'? I don't know why, but for some reason I feel like he is giving me permission to feel such a thing. Like I need him to validate my emotions. But, strangely, I feel better knowing that he approves.
I have had a few days to regain my composure and I am channeling my Uchiha-ness to its full power. I enter Ino's house with confidence that is only bolstered by the hushed whispers I hear scattered through the living room. It isn't like everybody stops what they are doing to stare at me, but my presence is noticed and that pleases me. I offer a nod to those that are willing to make eye contact as I walk to the kitchen to greet the hostess.
I am not such a dick that I don't know proper etiquette; I thank her for hosting the party, compliment her top and place my hand on her waist as I reach behind her for a bottle of vodka. I know that she knows I'm gay, but that doesn't mean she can't appreciate a little physical contact – she blushes slightly and I smirk. I pour a couple shots worth into a plastic cup and fill the remainder with Sprite; it is a simple drink but it's efficient. I offer Ino one last smile and leave the kitchen.
I do my own version of mingling – that is I lean against the wall and offer nods and smirks. A few people approach me and I respond with slightly annoyed, monosyllabic grunts until they get the hint and move on. I wander from one room to the next and repeat this process. I have yet to catch a glimpse of Naruto and I wonder if maybe his father did ground him.
Walking down a hall I hear a familiar voice and peer around the corner.
"Watch out," Naruto says.
He is holding onto the shoulders of an auburn-haired man that I don't recognize immediately. The guy is swaying even as Naruto steadies him. Naruto releases his grip and moves against the wall to scoot past the man. He shoots out an arm and blocks Naruto's path.
The man looks at Naruto with cloudy eyes, "I've seen you around with my cousin."
That is where I recognize him from. Fu is Ino's cousin, a few years older than us – he was a senior when we were freshman. I can't help but wonder what it is that has brought him here tonight; probably looking for some high school tang – pathetic.
"Yeah," he nods, "you are that queer boy that she hangs out with."
"Excuse me?" Naruto bristles.
I consider interrupting but I know Naruto is a big boy. I don't need to emasculate him in this moment by swooping in to rescue him; he isn't a damsel in distress and I am certainly no knight in shining armor.
"I don't get it," Fu looks away for a moment, "Ino's pussy isn't good enough for you?"
I don't have a very good angle, but I am pretty sure Naruto is glaring, "Fuck off Fu."
Naruto shoves the man back and I expect him to stumble and fall with the way he had been wobbling earlier; instead he launches forward.
"You are a pretty little faggot," he slams Naruto into the wall, "maybe you could show me what's so appealing."
I can't hold back anymore. I saunter around the corner and sidle up to Fu. He turns to look at me but doesn't release his grip on Naruto.
I lift my chin at the auburn-haired man, "Hey stud."
"I got this," Naruto growls.
I flick my gaze to him and deadpan, "Clearly."
Naruto's wrists are pinned to the wall above his head, held tightly in place by strong hands. I turn my attention back to Fu and lean in to him.
"If you really want to fuck a guy," I smirk, "I can do things to your body that you didn't even know were possible."
That does it. Fu releases Naruto in favor of taking a swing at me. I dodge the punch easily and throw an elbow into his face, feeling a satisfying crunch. He clenches his nose and falls to his knees. Blood is dripping from his hands and I lean down with a fierce smile.
"Tsk," I sneer, "you wouldn't be able to handle me."
I knock my knee into his shoulder as I walk away and he tips over onto the floor. I fight with myself to not look back as I round the corner and return to the party. Is he looking? Is he happy? Is he pissed?
I realize I probably don't have time to find out; unless I want an all out brawl in Ino's living room, it would be best to leave now. Finding the blonde hostess on the couch, I offer her my hand and pull her up to me.
I lean in and speak just loud enough to be heard above the stereo, "I fear I may have worn out my welcome."
Ino pulls her head back and blinks, "Never!"
"Tell that to your cousin," I smirk, "he is bleeding in the back room."
She only looks a little surprised, Fu must make a habit out of getting drunk and starting shit. Ino shrugs and rolls her eyes. I thank her again and head out the door.
I'm almost to my car when I hear somebody quickly approaching. I turn and am immediately relieved to see Naruto jogging up to me. I cross my arms and settle my weight on one hip. He stops in front of me and rakes his hand through messy blond spikes.
"Sasuke..." he looks away and I can see he is conflicted, "thanks."
He returns his eyes to mine and they are turbulent. He is grateful but resents it all the same. I don't know if it is the fact that somebody intervened or if it is because that somebody was me – but I can tell he isn't happy about it.
"I can't resist fucking with a homophobe," I reply with a shrug.
Naruto cracks a smile, "Yeah?"
"What?" I uncross my arms and loop my thumbs in my belt loops, "You thought it was because of you?" I scoff, "Please."
My gaze flits to him and the corners of my mouth twitch into a teasing smile. He shifts his weight and clears his throat. I wait for him to say whatever it is he is thinking.
"So... you are leaving?" He finally asks.
I shrug, "I don't want to ruin the party by beating the shit out of Ino's cousin." I nod to him, "You should probably head out too."
His lips shift into a grin, "Is that an invitation?"
I arch an eyebrow at that and smirk, "Just some friendly advice."
I turn back to my car and walk to the driver's side. As I open the door I turn to the blond and offer him one last smile, "Later."
