A/N: Another chapter. Promised. :D This one's a little longer. The next one will be even longer. So, keep your fingers crossed, babes. :)
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We were over an hour late to Sakura's party. Not because we were lost or anything. Or that neither of us had the balls to ask for directions or some stupid shit like that. No, I already know where Sakura lives; she's my best friend. I'd be a fucked up friend if I didn't know or remember. The reason we were so late was because Sasuke was still getting ready. I called him two hours before to give him enough time to get ready, because, seriously, that's how long he takes to get ready. Honest to God, no lie. I swear he's like a woman sometimes.
He couldn't decide on an outfit to go with his hairstyle. And, get this, he hadn't even done his hair yet. Much less his makeup. I got hit for joking about that. He said his hair just had to match with his outfit. Had to. I didn't see what made the difference. He never changed his hairstyle when we took our senior portrait. Why did it matter if he did so now for Sakura's party? He didn't want to go in the first place. I thought he was being crazy - and weird, of course, can't forget about that - so I told him to style it the same way he usually did. That made him go off on me. He started hitting me and stuff and I couldn't hit him back, because I didn't want to mess up the princess's hair. He said I was being an insensitive jerk and that I knew nothing. Mature, I thought. Really didn't make me think he was such a girl. Hint, hint, sarcasm.
We argued for a good twenty minutes while he styled his hair, giving me an all out cosmetology lesson on the hair products and their effects and such. I didn't even know he was into that, the weirdo. I was shit scared. By the end of the torturous cosmetology lesson I had endured, he realized he had the same hairstyle as he had started off with, and, boy, was he mad. He blamed me. He actually had the gall to blame me for his accident. This led to an argument, of course. By the time we were finished arguing, we were over forty minutes late. And he still hadn't chosen an outfit to wear for the night. He blamed me for that one too. I'd had enough. I picked up a stray shirt from the floor and stuffed it over the top of his head. Bright orange. The color I loved. The color he hated. Perfect. We were ready to go.
Though, I know that that wouldn't stop him from moping on the way up to the party. Killjoy. And, of course, yours truly had to kiss the boo-boo all better. Gah, what a life I lived.
"Come on, Sasuke, don't be mad at me. We were running late. Did you honestly expect me to wait until you were ready? I would have, if I hadn't known it'd be for the rest of my life." I scolded him. His expression was the same. He was mad. His arms were still crossed over his chest as he pouted like a surly child who didn't get his cookie. I could have laughed at the sight. But I was fighting for my life. And I was driving. Who knew what Sasuke was capable of doing when he was mad? Sasuke smash, that's what.
"This is a horrible color on me." He hissed, the first sentence he had said since we had left his house. It was good to know he was still alive. "You know I hate the color orange. Of all the colors, why would you choose this one?"
I rolled my eyes.
"You're being a drama queen. I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a shirt. I chose the closest one to me. And I came up with that one." Not really. I had it planned out from the start. As I stepped into Sasuke's room, I knew that that orange shirt and Sasuke would come together in a bittersweet reunion. Bitter on Sasuke's part, sweet on mine. Sweet, sweet revenge. "And no one asked you to allow orange clothing in your closet. What was this shirt doing in your closet anyway? Isn't it mine?" I took a look at him and at his shirt - my shirt - and, yep, yep it was. What the hell…? Had he taken it from me? That fudging weirdo.
"It was from that time your car broke down, remember? A year ago? It was raining…" He murmured, still sulking, but his eyes were serious. Remembering. He looked out the window as a dusting of pink resulted in his cheeks. There it was again! The blush! Seriously, what was up with him? Why did he always blush whenever he was around me? Okay, I'm giving him another chance. I'll let this one slide as well. He's mad. I don't want him to get any madder.
"Yeah. Yeah, I remember. I still have to return your shirt, by the way." I said instead. He seemed to relax at this sentence, but he still didn't turn my way again. He shrugged.
"You can keep it."
I scoffed, turning to look at him slightly.
"What, you don't want my germs or what?"
He turned to look at me and rolled his eyes, chuckling. I know it wasn't smart to irk him even more than he already was, but he seemed to be going back to his old self. So I know it didn't offend him.
"No. I just thought you should keep it because, well… I-I thought the color suited you nicely."
"No thanks. I'll just give it back to you. Fit me kind of tight, anyway…"
"But it's the same color as your eyes."
All right, now that was weird. Anyone who was anyone wasn't going to let something like this go by unheard. This one I wasn't going to let slide. I pulled the car to a stop. Sasuke was blushing like crazy now. He had his hand pressed to his mouth, as if doing so would erase those very words from his lips. He had his eyes tightly shut, too. Honestly, what the fuck was his problem nowadays? He was acting more and more like a girl every day.
"Okay, Sasuke, seriously, what the hell is going on with you? You've been acting weird since months ago. Since…" The unspeakable incident. I banished the foreboding thought from my mind. "Now, since then, I've let them pass, but that last sentence I'm not going to ignore. You've been acting weirder and weirder every day from then on till today. I want to talk about it. I think you have a problem."
"I don't! There are just a lot of things on my mind these days that I can't really… reveal… at the moment. I'm fine."
"Bullshit, Sasuke. You're not fine if you're acting like this. Now, tell me what's going on."
"Nothing's going on!"
"It's not nothing if you just told me it was something."
For some reason, he was blushing harder and harder the more I put him on the spot. I wasn't going to stop until I got an answer. However, I could tell he wasn't going to budge. Still, as insistent as I was, I wouldn't let this go. I couldn't. I had to know why he was acting like such a little weirdo; it wasn't like him. He had his shit together all the time, and there wasn't a day in which he looked at all bothered about anything until now. There was something serious going on here at the moment. He was going to tell me. He had to tell me. We were best friends. We were supposed to tell each other everything. Or unless I had the friendship thing wrong. Were we supposed to hide everything from each other then instead? Well, I was fucked. I already revealed everything about me to Sasuke ages ago. He knew everything. Only now did I realize I knew absolutely nothing about him. This was insane. I was going insane. What was the secret that he was keeping from me? Why was he keeping a secret from me in the first place? I wanted to know. I had to know.
But he struggled to speak. Struggled against the gaze I held over him. Over the way I silently judged him and our friendship. He shook his head, coming to terms with a decision.
"I can't tell you. I really wish I could, but this is something I still have to deal with. I'm still in sort of… denial… about it. I'm sorry, Naruto, I know we're best friends and all, but I can't tell you everything right here and now. It's going to take some time getting used to. You'll need some time to get used to it." He said as gently as he possibly could. He wasn't looking at me. It was as if he was talking over me. Or as if we wasn't even talking to me. Like if he was talking to someone else. What was this huge secret that would take some getting used to? Especially from my part? What did he even mean? What did he have to deal with? And why was he in denial about it? I mean, if we really were best friends he would just tell me everything right here and now, wouldn't you think? That's what best friends did, right? That we told each other everything? The way that the best friend code was supposed to roll… wasn't it?
But Sasuke didn't want to talk about it. All right, then, that was just…
"Fine. Once you get your shit together, you're going to tell me first and foremost, got it?" I demanded. It was odd, the way he could affect me. Why did he affect me like this? He was my best friend, I know, but why did he affect me so deeply? No one could be affected by someone that much and get away with it. I didn't dare go that way with my assumptions.
He nodded, then laughed. That killer smile and nice laugh was back. I smiled at the sight.
"Big words for you, 'first and foremost'."
I rolled my eyes. Everything was back to normal. Sasuke was back to being normal for the time being for once in the day. We were back to being ourselves.
"Ah, shut up." I restarted the engine of the car. I looked at my watch. Wow. Two hours after Sakura's party started. "We are so fucking late."
"Yes, but we're fashionably late."
"…God, you're so weird."
To say the party was badass would have been an understatement; it was chaotic. There was beer. There was girls. Topless. There was sex. In. Every. Fucking - literally - room. Sakura was one of the girls in there, I bet. She was always one of those types of girls. She talked about it nonstop. It was very unladylike, but who cared? The guys loved it.
There was music, but not that gay techno shit; it was the good shit. The music that everyone listened to and knew the words to. The oldies. Everyone was dancing and drinking. With who? Nobody cared. Whether one was the biggest slut in the entire school or the ugliest in the world, they had a partner. Everyone was drunk as shit. No one could see straight. No one could even walk straight. Not a single person had another care in the world. Graduation parties always were, after all, sort of like initiation into the real world.
Sasuke and I arrived at the party two hours later, but, shit, I don't even think anyone cared or noticed. As soon as we walked in there, we got lost in the sea of people. I don't think I've seen Sasuke anywhere for the past two hours, as a matter of fact. I bet he's probably drunk off his ass like I am. Probably not. Guy has a stick lodged so deep up his goody-two shoes ass that I don't think… whoop, well, look at that. I don't think. Yep, I'm drunk. Officially smashed. Great.
I push my way through people, stumbling my way through the mounding, stifling and hot crowds, beer in hand, and a huge shit-eating grin plastered on my face. Why? I don't know. I'm drunk, bitches. But I'm dancing now. I'm screaming. People are joining in. We're all laughing. I'm slurring words. What the fuck am I saying? I don't even know, but the next thing I know, I'm locking lips with the hottest pair of smackers in the world. I get a glimpse of this person. She's blond. Blue eyes. Huge knockers. Man, this chick is hot. She's a good kisser too. Wonder if she'll give good head. And I'm pretty sure she has the idea of giving me head on her mind because she's pushing me into a room. I don't think she cares there are people in there. They leave as soon as we stumble inside.
I slam the door shut behind me, pulling off my jacket, still shoving my tongue so deep in her throat that she's pulling back for air. She whispers something. I think it's her name. Screw that. We don't have time for names. We're both going to get laid tonight.
The thought of getting laid with this hot ass chick has me sporting a boner. She notices, of course. She slurs a bunch of drunken words together. She presses into me, onto the bed. She's pulling off my shirt. I'm pulling off hers. She's pulling off my pants. I slide them off lazily, despite the raging heat pulsing in my stomach. My heart's beating so fast. Adrenaline rushes in and out of my body, fueling me. I'm thrusting against her. She's moaning. I'm moaning. Then… she stops. I look at her. She doesn't look too good. She has her hands pressed against her lips. Shit, she's going to blow chunks.
"Bathroom's that way." I manage to choke out, pointing to my right. She leaves the room without a care in the world that she's half-naked.
Just my bloody luck, you know? I'm about to get laid and she's repulsed by me. Well, not entirely. But she's sick, isn't she? Good thing she left, though. I don't even have a condom. Don't want any unplanned mistakes named Naruto Jr. running all over the place. I pull up my pants and I'm about to zip them up, until I hear two people coming into the room from the party. The door slams. Even in the dim light I can tell it's two guys. I'm not really sure. I'm drunk. But I know they're making out. They don't even notice me. One of the guys is trying to pull off the shirt from the other guy, but he's not letting him. He pushes the other guy's hand away from his hip to where it's creeping up under his shirt.
I've never seen anything like this, and, to be honest, it's kind of a turn-on for me, which is weird because I don't even like guys. Though, I really do like what they're doing. Must be the effect of the beer.
Anyway, I kind of understand where Sasuke's coming from now. How the whole deal between gay guys goes. And him being curious. If anything, I think it's pretty hot. The way they're moaning is way more than a turn-on. It kind of gives me an urge to join in and get more moans out of the guy that's being molested by the other guy. I don't know why. Weirdly enough, it kind of sounds like Sasuke. But it can't be. He's not the type of guys to go out to parties and make out with random guys just anywhere alone in a dimly lit room… unless he's really, really drunk. Which I doubt. But maybe he is. Anything can happen at a graduation party. But he's just too proud to let loose and do anything remotely degrading as getting drunk at a graduation party and make out with a random guy in Sakura's room. Is this Sakura's room? Yeah, yeah, it is. Yep, Sakura's room. But, anyway, maybe he could. He's a very unpredictable guy, after all.
"Stop." I hear one of the guys say. It sounds like whatever the other guy's about to do doesn't seem very pleasing to the other guy.
And I can see why. He's got his hand in the guy's pants. Like he's forcing him to like it or something. This irks me so bad. I mean, I probably don't even know the guy, but I know that doing something against someone's own will is risking the crime of rape. And, since I'm here, I might as well stop it. I doubt I'll win against it what with my system being all fucked up from the alcohol, but it's got to be worth a try, right? I'm getting up from the bed as the guy's getting ready to whack him off while the other guy who's about to get whacked off is struggling against it. Then I notice it's Sasuke who's about to get jerked off against his own will. He's got his eyes tightly shut and he's pushing against the guy's hand, trying to stop him. He's shit scared. And this pisses me off beyond extremes. I'd never seen him looking so scared before. He looks as though he's ready to cry. His lips are quivering. The next couple of things are a blur. I'm yanking the guy away. I'm punching him. I'm screaming at him. Sasuke's screaming too. He pulls me off of him too quickly. Right before I'm about to kill him. He's utterly shocked to see it's me. He wasn't expecting me. The guy below us is mad, but he doesn't even try to hit me. He calls Sasuke a slut, then leaves the room, bleeding from the damage I caused his face, slamming the door shut behind him.
Even I can tell that that guy wasn't just some random guy. It's completely obvious that he meant something to Sasuke, which was why the insult affected him so badly. Tears are gathering at the corners of his eyes. Of course, why wouldn't it affect anyone? For sure, I know it would have hurt me. And I'm not even remotely close to what Sasuke was called. I just like to have a good time, is all. However, this is not the case at the moment. I'm confused and mad right now. Confused because of what I just witnessed. Mad because the guy was going to hurt my best friend before my very eyes. Hurt him against his own will. That thought sent cold shivers up my spine. My fingers burned with fury. My teeth ground together.
"Naruto… I was…" He's blushing again and the tears are coming down his cheeks now. Even in the dim light I'm noticing he's blushing. He's shaking. I'm shaking. He's shaking because he's nervous. I'm shaking because I'm mad. God, I'd never been so mad in my life like this ever before. I felt like I could tear something up. Like I could just -
"You're gay? Is that what you what you didn't want to tell me? Because you thought I would need some time to get used to it? Is this what it was that you couldn't tell me?" I found myself asking. My world was spinning. This was too much to take in all at once. I mean, if he confirmed this sort of thing was true, then it would just be… well, I didn't know how I would take it. I'd never had a gay best friend before. It'd be weird, for sure. But if he'd deny it, then he had some serious explaining to do about his sexuality.
He nods, though, and, even in the dim light I can tell he swallows hard. As though admitting to it to me would almost seem shameful and scary, but I don't see it that way. It is a bit strange, though. I mean, I never would have expected him to bat for the other team. He was always so cool around girls. He was always smiling around them and stuff. He joked around and flirted around with them constantly. Yeah, yeah, the guy might seem like a robot and all, but, trust me, he will not turn down free attention coming his way. I just didn't get it how he could suddenly go from liking girls - did he ever really like them in the first place, I'm doubting - to liking boys in our senior year. This was the final year. Our final year to the final countdown of our high school years. It just… it confused me.
He sits on the bed, avoiding of my perplexed gaze, fingers twiddling nervously in his lap. He's still shaking. He's whispering something, but I just don't know what he's saying. However, I don't think those words are even meant for my ears. I join him. I want to comfort him, but I just don't know how to. The shock is still so inevitably fresh.
"Why?" I couldn't stop the word from slipping past my lips. He looks up at me through tear-filled eyes. His lips are quivering. He can't stand to look at me for even a second more, it seems. He's so ashamed. He shouldn't be. He's my best friend. I won't treat him any differently… at least I hope I won't. I mean, I'm honestly weirded out by the idea of Sasuke liking anyone, let alone boys. Out of curiosity, I wondered if he liked me. But I shook that thought away instantly. Not the time. Still, though, it was a hard thought to push down.
Sasuke's pursing his lips. He looks down. He's shaking his head, sighing shakily through those shivering lips. I want to comfort him… but how the hell would anyone know how to deal with someone in a situation like this one? Especially when one party was still massively smashed? And when the atmosphere of it all was just so friggin' awkward? How could anyone push through that?
"I don't know." He responds. He's trying really hard not to cry even more than he's doing so right now. He looks at the door quickly, as if he's expecting someone - that guy, I bet - to come through it. To save him from this conversation. Hardly. It's obvious he just wants him to come back. He meets my eyes again, but not for long. He looks down at his hands instead. "It… it just happened. That guy, he's -"
"Your boyfriend." I muster with slight difficulty; it's hard to imagine my own best friend with a boyfriend, let alone, hang out with anyone as intimately as he was doing just moments ago. He looks up at me. His gaze is pained now. He's getting the feeling of crying again. The tears gather up in his eyes. He looks away.
He shrugs, looking at the door once more. Hope dances in his eyes for a while. It dims as he shakes his head, shrugging again. "I suppose. I don't know anymore…"
"For how long?" I find myself asking. Not of the boyfriend, obviously. Who gave a shit about him anymore? He was old news now. He knows what I'm talking about. Even so, it's pretty clear that he doesn't want to talk about him either way.
He twiddles his fingers nervously as he tries to remember. He's thinking. Maybe. He's probably trying to avoid the subject altogether. He licks his lips, and this is the part where it suddenly gets weird. For me. I'm attracted to the way his lips part. The quick way his tongue shoots between those lips, coating them. The way his eyes darken when they meet mine. Unless that's just my overactive imagination working, ferociously fueled by beer.
Wait.
Maybe that's why I feel attracted to him at exactly this moment. I'm drunk, right? And I'm sporting half a boner here. I mean, come on, I was just about to get laid only minutes ago. Obviously it's the continuing aftereffects of the beer. All my blood's fueled down south. I think… The moment of silence stretches on for what I think seems like forever, but it feels longer as I fight the need to hold him, to kiss his tears of whatever he's feeling at the moment away. The thought of doing so frightens me because it seems as though I would do it. And I could. I'm capable of doing anything at this moment. And, yes, even kiss my best friend. Unbelievable, I think, when I've seen him as only just that. My best friend. Nothing else and nothing more. But I was suddenly lusting after him in a new light the way I would with a girl.
I push the thoughts of him away. I want to push him away. I want to touch him. I want to punch him. I want to kiss him. I want to kick him. I want him. I argue with myself. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there any way being gay is contagious? He's confusing me…
"It's been… months…" He finally confesses, and, if I hadn't been listening all too intently as I was realizing I was doing so now, I probably wouldn't have heard him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, pushing himself to continue. "I didn't know what was going on with me. I tried to figure it out myself, but I couldn't. I didn't know how to deal with it. And I wanted you to help me. I wanted you to help me realize why I was feeling so strange around… around… well -"
"Guys." I say.
He nods once, swallowing hard, before continuing. He's blushing again. He doesn't feel at all comfortable talking about this. At all. And I don't blame him. It's his sexuality on the line here. Anyone would feel as awkward as he was feeling. This is his story. He's telling me. His best friend. It's a lot of pressure. I understand him.
"Um, th-there's a lot of guys like me at school… through them I met, um… I met him…" He meant that jerk who called him a 'slut'. Yeah, real catch, ain't he? He swallowed hard once more. "He was nice…" At first, he wants to add, I'm so sure. His gaze softened at the remembrance of the guy months ago and a barely visible smile stretched over his lips. He blushed a little. I was surprised by this. I suppose he really liked him… "He talked to me like a guy talked with a girl. He smiled whenever I was around. I did too. I didn't know how hard I was falling. He took me out on dates. He held my hand. He kissed me for the very first time… He made me feel different. Like I was special. After that, I just fell. Hard."
I wanted to punch the guy. I wanted to punch the guy again and again for making my best friend feel like this. To remember what he made him feel. To crush him all over again.
"I don't feel that way anymore." He said quietly. The worst was coming, I just knew it. His eyes watered again. The need to comfort him rose in my heart once more. My fingers ached to reach out to him. I refrained myself with uttermost will, gritting my teeth. He stared off deeply onto a spot on the wall, remembering with great disdain. "He started pushing me and pushing me to have sex. And I've never done that before. I think it's…" He started shaking again. He didn't want to talk about this. Still, he forced himself. He was going to tell me everything. "He'd already done it once before with someone else, so he didn't understand the way I felt. He kept pushing me and pushing me. By that point, I'd already drifted away from him. He was a completely different person. In order for me to expose myself in that way, I had to trust him. I didn't trust him. Not when he was acting that way. He tried… on several occasions." That pissed me off even more. I could feel myself going over the edge.
My hands clenched into fists. My sight seethed with rage. And my teeth grounded against one another so horribly, it sounded almost inhuman. Sasuke looked at me once, and, in that moment, before I shot out of the bed, he clutched onto my arm, stopping me. I was seeing red. That guy…! I was going to kill him with my bare hands for ever trying to force anything upon my own best friend! Against Sasuke! That fucker was going to die! Sasuke was yelling at me, but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. All the rage within me kept me going. I had to find that guy. Forcing Sasuke against his own will… he was going to fucking pay.
I was very nearly at the door, aching fingertips brushing against the doorknob. Sasuke released my arm and blocked my way. He was saying something. Screaming at me. My sight blurred. I was going to push him out of the way. Out of harm's way. My way.
"Naruto, stop! He didn't do anything! Naruto! Listen to me! Stop! He didn't do anything!" I knew what he was saying, but I couldn't acknowledge such words. I wouldn't. It was as though he was speaking an entirely different language to me anyway. My rage and anger could not be stopped. I wasn't listening to him.
"I'm going to kill him, Sasuke. Get out of the way." My voice sounded so different, so dangerous. Sasuke wouldn't take note of this. It was as if he didn't even care that I was a danger to him or myself.
I was opening the door. Sasuke slammed it shut. His cool palms pressed against my cheeks, against my suddenly overheating skin. He looked straight into my eyes, and, even as disoriented as I was with the anger coursing through my veins, I still seemed to find him with such intent fervor. My heart crashed against my chest, against my throat. I felt like I was going to heave. Apparently, I was growing unsteady as well. Sasuke clutched me with such desperation at my sudden instability that I probably would have mistaken it for something falling much more deeper into the intimate category. The place where I seemed to be falling at exactly this moment. Just by looking into his eyes. He knew how to calm me, somehow. He told me to take in deep breaths. I did. He kept his hands upon my cheeks, soothing me. His hands… they felt so soft. I lulled myself into the touch, breathing deeply. Breathing him in. He spoke softly.
"He tried, Naruto. He only tried. I didn't let him do anything else. I pushed him away every time he tried anything else remotely close to… to that. I thought he'd given up that day, but he showed up here. I didn't even know he was invited. He started kissing me. He started touching me. There was so many people. He pushed me into this room. He was going to have his way with me, he told me. I could've stopped him, I know, but I just… I didn't know how to. I was…" He started shaking again. The tears started to slide down his cheeks. He pressed his forehead against mine, hands still cradling my face, soothing, when, in reality, I knew I needed nothing like that from him.
He was the one who needed help. He needed to be soothed. The action of him doing that was so intimate. Too intimate for friends like us. So forward. Still, though, I felt no need to stop him from doing it. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. The action was awkward. We'd never hugged before, despite the idea that it felt so natural to the both of us. His arms wrap around my neck, cheek resting against my neck.
He would never admit it aloud, but, compared to me, he's pretty short. Like, average Mexican-American girl height. No lie. I'm pretty tall. So, when I say that he fits perfectly in the crook of my neck, he does. Although, no matter how good it feels to hug him, to relish in the embodiment that was my best friend, I imagined it was someone else. It felt awkward enough that it was a gay guy that I was hugging who so happened to be my friend for years now. I mean, despite the idea that I knew him for that long, it still made everything between us uncomfortable. He was gay. I'd never met anyone gay in my life ever before. Did they honestly fall for anyone of the same sex? No matter what?
"To be honest…" I heard him whisper against the side of my neck. I was startled for a moment. I was so immersed in the contact between us. I looked down at him. We pulled away from one another halfheartedly. He bit his lip and a small hint of a blush tinted his cheeks. "I don't want to be a virgin after I graduate… or even before… I've -"
"You mean you actually would have let that jerk use you to his heart's content? After what he called you?" I felt the anger rise in me, boiling. Overflowing.
Sasuke shook his head quickly.
"Were you even listening to me? I don't trust him. The only way I'd let anyone come near me with that sort of idea in their head is if I'd trust them with all my heart. And, well, the only person I'd ever let is, well, I-I guess… u-um…" He was blushing hard. Really hard. He couldn't get it out. He was staring at me intently. Too intently. He pursed his lips, suddenly avoiding my gaze. The blush deepened.
And it clicked.
My mind suddenly went blank. I swallowed hard. He didn't honestly mean…
"Me? You'd… you'd trust me t-to, uh…"
He nodded.
Oh.
We wouldn't look at each other. He was still blushing a deep beet red. He swallowed again. I'd never seen him looking so disturbed at the moment. Actually, I've never seen him looking like that. Period. But then he looked at me, an emotion running so deep in his eyes it was unmistakable. It was almost something like…
"I trust you." He murmured quietly.
For a moment, his eyes darkened in the dim light. Eyes blazing so ferociously my way that it seemed as though a fire burned in his gaze. But then he looked away again. At his hands. They were shivering. His whole body was. He was contemplating something. He counted under his breath. His breaths were shaky. His movements were shaky. I had no time to register what was happening next. He was on me. He was kissing me. Kissing me so deeply that there was no doubt about it that he'd wanted to do this with me for some time. My back pressed against the door. The doorknob jabbed into the lower part of my back. I groaned at the pain and at the sensation of his tongue invading my mouth, of his lips pressing up against mine, tasting me, feeling me. My eyes closed. I wrapped my arms around him. I lifted him into my arms. His legs wrapped around my waist. His whole body pressed against me. Against my stomach. It felt good. I didn't care that he was Sasuke. I didn't care that we were best friends. Best friends since years ago. Even so, I didn't care that he was a guy. Didn't even think twice about it. I didn't even think about it. Lust overtook most of my senses. Blinded me.
We were making our way to the bed. His mouth descended on my neck. His tongue lapped at me. He bit me. Sucked at the skin. I groaned. I moaned. I writhed above him. I threw my head back at the sensation, hissing. He detached himself from my neck and laughed quietly. It was such a beautiful sound, his laugh. A shiver ran up my spine. I wanted his mouth on mine again. I kissed him this time. He grinned in the kiss. The sensation of it was marvelous. I'd never seen him smile much ever before, much less felt him grinning in the intimacy of our touch. We were never as intimate as we were now. His fingers crept towards the hem of my shirt. He pulled at it. We separated as he pulled my shirt over my head. And, in that moment, I looked at him. He looked ethereal. As something I'd never seen him looking like before. As someone I'd never think of ever looking in that way. Beautiful. He was beautiful. His eyes were obscured by his bangs, but I could still see the dark look of lust he was giving me. His lips took on a deep red and rosy color, the same color as that of his cheeks. He'd never looked so beautiful to me ever before. I'd never caused these sort of looks he was giving off to ever show to me. I was grateful it was me. Grateful that this sort of thing happened. But…
If anything more did happen, what would happen to us? Would anything ever be the same between us again? Would we be something more after this happened? Did I want this? I didn't think I even liked him in that way. He was confusing me, sure, but I was positive I liked girls. I didn't want him. Sasuke was just a warm body with a willing mouth. And willing hands and such wonderful curves. He fit so perfectly within me. I thought of how much more perfect he'd be if I were in him. Filling him. Fucking him…
Then the whole realization of this hit me. Of my best friend kissing me. Of my best friend undressing me. What the hell was I doing? Why were we in bed together? Why was he looking at me that way? What had I gotten myself into? This was Sasuke, for fuck's sake! My best friend! I started to pull away from him. I got up from the bed, pulling my shirt on. He watched me with that same look. That look of confusion and fear and despair. The same way he looked when he was with that guy. What did he want from me? I didn't want this. He didn't want this. He sat up on the bed.
"Naruto, w-where… where are you going?" He asked me. I didn't answer. He stood now. I took a step back. He reached out for me. The thought of his touch made my very skin crawl. I inched away from him. He pulled back, hurt. "D-don't. P-Please don't." We were about to do that. And he was going to let me. He trusted me. But why? Why did he trust me enough to give up his virginity? To me, of all people? He was crazy… he had to be.
"I got to go." I told him, before my body betrayed me once more. I didn't want to be stuck in a situation like this one. I escaped out of there as soon as possible. Before I found myself taking away what one might consider the most precious thing in one's life: his purity.
A/N: Yup. This is all this story's really gonna be about. Sex. Such a horrific topic, ne? But not that a lot of you are complaining, right? ;P Welp, reviews are nice and always appreciated. :)
Blow my mind, please! :D
~With much, much adored love, KK247
