Hello there dear readers (if there is actually any of you left)! I am back with a new story :D I got the idea from a friend of mine and well, I wanted to try out writing about people in their fifties. Hopefully this does not gross you out ;D Two grown men fighting their pasts and trying to rebuild another - it is not easy even though growing old is more or less growing wiser too. I do hope you enjoy this and I have to admit I cried in the middle of writing it…I am so sad…haha.
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke
Summary: Sipping away sorrows in a bar leads to unforeseen events; being a fifty-year-old man does not help it at all. What if you encountered the love of your life and had the chance to make everything better again? Is it even possible? NaruSasu, M - SEX
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
Almost thirty years ago I met Naruto at the university. He studied God knows what as I was studying literature. We both ended up in the same class and somehow he took the seat next to me. He was always sleeping in classes and I considered it to be my duty to wake him up by hitting him in the head with the thickest book I carried around. That is how we got to know each other and I had made my first friend at the university. Naruto was not actually dumb, he was just utterly lazy, which meant that I did his homework most of the time and he paid back by preparing meals for us.
We had similar tastes when it came to movies and music so it was easy to be around him, too easy as it seems. On that dreadful evening the other students asked us to come to drink with them and check out the local girls. It was nice to loosen up from time to time so we agreed. We went to the club near the centre of the city dressed up as fashionably as we could with our student budget. The air was thick with sweat, heat and incomprehensible lust and we decided to buy drinks first and then find seats. The drinks were cheap, since it was Super Saturday and we ordered enough to get an army pass out with it.
We carried the glasses with trailers and sat into a velvet booth. By the end of the night we were absolutely smashed and I remember how Naruto tried to explain me some sort of a formula he had discovered like two second ago. He wiped away the sweat from his forehead and tried to convince me that he would get a Nobel Prize for his contribution to the society. I could not hold it back; instead I burst out in laughter and almost pissed my pants. He looked hurt and I had to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corners of my eyes.
Yourrr dodally drunk, I laughed at him and said that I had to use the restroom or else the velvet would be one degree darker. Naruto took me by the shoulder and practically ordered me to lead him to the toilets too, since he was not able to find those by himself - let alone walk. I dragged him to the toilets and we plunged into a same booth, since all the others were taken. It was easier to take a piss when you did not have to work on your zipper alone, since it was hard enough to bend down…It was cramped and so corny that I really had to try not to laugh. Everyone probably thought we were sucking each other off in the booth, since Naruto was sighing, huffing and puffing.
Naruto probably did not notice the total stupidity of the situation. Finally we were done and ready to leave, but the door did not open. We tried to unlock it, but nothing worked. Naruto swore and I was already panicking until he started to laugh. The laughter was heart-warming and full of alcohol, but I was immediately infected by it. We both laughed in the booth because it was the dumbest situation ever. Our laughter quietened down and we had to concentrate on breathing or else we would have died.
Suddenly Naruto pressed himself against me and I had to use all my power so that we would have not fallen. Do not pass out, I said to him but he just smiled and yanked my head. Our lips crushed against one another's and I did not do anything to prevent it. I merely put my arms around his skinny waist and deepened the kiss. It felt so natural, sweet and rough at the same time. My mind was happily blank and his fingers travelled in my hair like little mice. I grew hotter by the minute and I know that it was the same thing for him, since it was not a drumstick poking my thigh.
I lowered my hands on to his buttocks and squeezed him closer to me. We totally made out in the booth until our friends came with the bar worker to open the door. Finally they got us out and oh boy, the look on their faces. What the heck were you doing in there, they asked and Naruto and I exchanged looks. My shirt was half open and his hair was messy; I do have to admit we looked suspicious. It was so fucking hot in there, I said annoyed and we all went back to the dance hall where our seats were. My skin was still itching because of the contact and from time to time I eyed Naruto.
My mind floated somewhere far away and he did not seem any more concentrated on anything than I was. What I wanted was something I never dared to ask - luckily I did not have to do it. All of us decided to leave the place, since it was late and tomorrow was another day in the boring lecture hall. Naruto's legs were mushy so I had to support him while we walked. Sasuke, take me home, he blurted and we separated from the rest of the group. Somehow we stumbled our way into Naruto's house while kissing fervently and touching all over. I never thought anything other than it was our time, our moment - I felt his every cell, his skin, his breaths. We were one and I would have not had it any other way. Everything came crushing down like a waterfall; feelings exploding, unbearable heat and hunger.
Now that I recall, I do not remember the night as a whole but as pieces, which were more than their sum. I buried my head into the nook between his neck and shoulder and I can still remember his fragrance. His kisses trailed down my whole body making it tingle in every possible way. I let him penetrate me, which he did with the utmost care and tenderness. His hands caressed me alongside every push and the pain disappeared like a shooting star. I yanked him into a kiss, a passionate kiss promising him everything he would ever want and more. We made love the whole night, holding each other, keeping each other safe. We just wanted the other to feel good, feel loved.
That night the flower buds bloomed and we made an oath of eternal love and such. How naïve and childish we were. Two guys, the same kind of puzzle pieces trying to unite. We tried hard to not let go, but the love we were blessed with had different plans. The fear of getting caught in a society which does not approve abnormalities offers only constant battles. I wanted to fight it, but the power pulling us apart was too strong. It did not come from behind the corner; it just sneaked slowly into our world like the snake in the Garden of Eden. My studies took a lot of my time and Naruto had his own things. The time we had together slipped from between our fingers and we could not grasp it.
In the end Naruto dropped out of the university and not so long after he went to work to another city. Another city became another country and another world altogether. Our promises of love turned into letter and Christmas cards until they diminished into nothingness. The feelings which turned our world upside down were forgotten and buried like a treasure in the ancient times. We even lost the rainbow which led to the treasure. I graduated and I became a literature teacher. It seems Naruto let his hands guide his path in life. I got married and had a son as he never did, or maybe he had been married once or twice - I do not know. Thirty years is a lifetime; I did not see him getting older, making choices nor did I get to see him.
Why did we let love pass us like a stranger? Why was our love not enough? I look at Naruto now and I can see the life lived on his features, the life, in which I did not belong to. Maybe he looks at me and wonders too, but maybe these things do not matter to him anymore. In those years I did thought about him; I wondered where he was, with whom and did he ever give me any thought. Now he is sitting next to me, smiling and somehow it does not feel we were ever apart from one another. Inside me, there was always a special place for him, even when I married my wife.
Sometimes I wished he would have come, offered his hand and said that this time we would make it no matter what. Naruto has not lost any of his charm even when he is fifty; nothing that made him "Naruto". The Naruto who was my beloved is still the same, but maybe a bit wiser. If we knew then, what we know now, maybe we could have survived. I do not know; I cannot turn the time back. My heart skips a beat every now and then and I thank God I got to feel like this once more. It is a whole other feeling and cannot be compared to anything on this Earth - it is a mixture of memories, feelings and magic all at the same time. Or, perhaps I have drank too many of these drinks of mine…
I look at my wristwatch and I know my time in this pub has come to its closure and tomorrow is another workday. Ten more years. I think I should go, I say melancholically to him. You know, work, I smile faintly. Oh, I should probably leave too, he says then. We stand up almost at the same time and somehow I feel like we are at a university course again. The feeling is familiar, soft and warm, but this time also lonely. What are you smiling for, Naruto asks, but I just shake my head. We head into the night and right before we take on a road of our own, he stops me. Can I have your number, he asks me. I am a bit amazed, but I give it to him knowing it does not change anything. Then again, maybe it does not have to.
P.S. Do tell me what you thought about this one, I would be really happy
