Rating: T
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer # 49 - If I owned Naruto, the world would love fat yaoi.
Chouji sat beside Shikamaru on their favourite hill.
It was a breezy summer day, so it wasn't too hot, and the clouds would float by peacefully.
Chouji, as usual, ate barbeque flavoured chips.
Shikamaru, as usual, would steal a few.
Chouji ate a few, Shikamaru took one.
Chouji ate a few more, Shikamaru, accidentally of course, grabbed the last one.
Sometime within the next 3.27 seconds, they had tumbled to the bottom of the hill, and Chouji's tongue was far down Shikamaru's throat.
Trying to get the chip, of course.
Chouji always got the last chip.