Nicotine and Alcohol – 2/3


The end of Gaara's shift had come painfully slowly. But as the minute hand had finally reached its destination at the twelve, the red haired man had vaulted over the counter in his hurry to leave. Swiftly swapping his burgundy shirt for a more comfortable red sweater, Gaara had then quickly fled the café with a half-hearted grunt towards Ino's general direction whilst she had yawned and popped a fresh piece of pink chewing gum into her mouth. The mutterings of the fat duo who still remained eating in their plastic chairs followed him out of the building and Gaara was positive that the words "red haired prick" were mentioned. In response to this, Gaara had conveniently walked past the window next to obese couple and had aimed a wink at the woman before sticking his two middles fingers in the air and chuckling at her horrified look. His amused expression quickly turned into a face of pure and utter disgust however, as the remains of a burger dropped from her gaping mouth onto her tray. Wow. Attractive much?

Leaving the shelter of the filthy building; with its broken doors and graffiti covered welcoming sign, Gaara had strode across the damp concrete of the car park in search for his moving scrap of metal. After finally locating his car in its usual spot; as far away as humanely possible from the café and with a few kicks with his converse covered foot, the car door had flung open, along with a protesting noise and Gaara had swiftly deposited himself in the driving seat.

Dreamily anticipating the leftover Chinese takeover from yesterday waiting for him in his fridge, Gaara had almost excitedly pushed the keys into the ignition switch and turned…only, for nothing to happen. Shit.

A few agonising, pain filled minutes passed and the red haired man was now sat, fuming, as he pounded his fists against steering wheel and dashboard.

"Fuck," Gaara jammed the key back into the ignition switch and turned the key sharply. His car shuddered loudly, screeching in remonstration at the strain placed upon it. However, it refused to splutter to life and finally the red haired man's grip slackened and the car grew quiet. "For fuck's sake!" He cried out and loudly proceeded to smack the steering wheel. The loud beep from the horn seemed to echo across the silent car park as Gaara slumped heavily against the back of his seat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He repeated, a pale hand massaging his temples as he stared out into the darkness ahead of him.

Attempting to walk home at this time would be considered suicidal. And while Gaara had often idly daydreamed of drowning himself in milkshakes, or eating enough grease covered fries to cause himself to go into cardiac arrest, he certainly did not want to get stabbed in a dark alley somewhere. There were way too many dildos wandering around town at night for his journey home on foot to be remotely safe, and Gaara was certainly not thrilled by the idea of appearing in that tiny column of the latest 'stab victims' in the local newspaper.

So instead of opening the car door, Gaara pursed his lips angrily together and stared at the tiny clock on his dashboard. His sister, Temari was working the night shift at the local hospital and she wouldn't be finished for quite some time. And Kankuro couldn't drive due to the fact he'd been too lazy to move his ass and bother to turn up on the day of his driving exam. The red head sighed. He'd have to wait for Temari to finish, whenever that might be… Now was the perfect time to curse his lack of interest in his siblings' lives. If he'd actually had Kankuro's number saved on his phone, he could have called his lazy brother and urged him to pay for a taxi to pick up his younger, stranded brother. But he didn't. So fuck that idea.

The drumming of pale fingers against the cheap leather of the steering wheel quickly occupied the silence as Gaara occasionally huffed and sighed in obvious annoyance. Forty five dismal minutes dragged by, during which the red head actually considered returning to the café and sitting mournfully in one of the hard chairs for the next few hours. He quickly dismissed the thought though. Sitting in the café meant having to talk to Ino. And talking to Ino involved losing some of the brain cells that Gaara very proudly possessed. The idea of listening to the blonde woman babble on and on and on and on about her sexual adventures, recent bikini waxing sessions and the latest hair bleaching products was not appealing in the slightest. And whilst Gaara still cursed the thief who had stolen the car radio only two months ago, he was thankful that the broken car at least provided him with a quiet escape and shelter. The least he could do was try to be optimistic in the current situation. Gaara sighed again and sank lower into his seat.

"Something wrong, babe?"

Gaara blinked. On second thought, maybe not, because god fucking hated him. God had to hate him! Gaara wasn't about to deny that he was no saint, but really? Really? He highly doubted that anyone else's life sucked as much as his did now. The pale man stared up at the sky through a cracked windscreen and cursed violently to himself. Fucking hell, why was it always him?

The sound of the passenger door opening was heard and shortly afterwards, a heavy body plopped down into the stained seat beside him; during which time, Gaara prayed pathetically for the apocalypse to suddenly begin and for a hoard of zombies to march through the parking lot and devour the man sat next to him. The man, who was already propping his feet up against the dashboard, and levering the back of the passenger seat into a lower, more comfortable position. God, the man was already making himself at home. He was such a cunt! An extremely good looking cunt, mind you. But still, a cunt no less.

"Oh, yay! Look! It's my personal stalker!" Gaara somehow managed to quirk his lips into a small fake smile and lift his hands half-heartedly into the air in an obnoxious greeting, despite his situation…before his face once again dropped into its blank, emotionless expression and he snarled. "Fuck off, alright?" Taking his eyes off the dismal empty car park, Gaara turned to face the tanned man.

"Ouch, you seemed a lot nicer inside." Naruto pouted in response and shifted to get comfy.

"Sorry to fucking hurt your feelings then." He spat out.

"Oh, I think someone's having a bad day." The man's tone was light and soft as he almost sung the words before pursing his lips together and giving a faint smile. "You know, sex supposedly makes you happier." Naruto leant back in his seat and shrugged. "You should try it; I know for sure that I'd happily volunteer to help you out." He added conversationally and Gaara resisted the urge to lean over and punch that smile of his idiotic, if not extremely sexy face.

Because Naruto's casual, light-hearted tone was already grating on Gaara's nerves. "Why the fuck are you here? Fuck off!" Gaara reached a hand up to rub at his temple, as if circling his fingers around that one spot would somehow cause the man next to him to disappear and for the irritation he was currently feeling for the entirety of humankind to cease to exist. It was an unlikely attempt. But it was better than nothing, Gaara supposed.

"Never gave me your number now, did you?" Naruto teased as he practically fucking cooed out the words with that stupid wonky smile of his and a raised pierced eyebrow. God, why was this man so persistent? Why was this insanely good looking man, with a bad boy attitude that would have Ino swooning, trying to flirt with Gaara? And seriously, why did that stupid gold piercing have to suit the tanned man so well? And why couldn't Gaara take his eyes off Naruto? Gaara grumbled quietly to himself and frowned.

He was busy pondering just how much force it would take to rip the stupid hoop out of the man's eyebrow and exactly how much pain it would cause Naruto…only to be interrupted when a tanned arm reached out suddenly to slowly stroke at Gaara's inner thigh. The rough hand caressed harshly at the jean covered muscle and the red head gasped in shock as Naruto brushed dangerously close to that bulge in Gaara's pants that was now beginning to show interest to the blonde man. Great, now his body was betraying him too. Fucking fantastic! Gaara pushed the invasive hand away, his body jerking hesitantly up towards the retreating hand before the redhead regained control and cemented his hips firmly back into his seat. Turning, he fixed Naruto with a cold glare. And then Naruto started laughing, and Gaara's glower only intensified. The bloody prick was laughing at him! Fuck him! Fuck him for being such a massive fucking piece of shit!

Naruto's chuckles eventually quieted and he glanced over at the man quivering in silent anger. "What's up, babe?"

"You little shit!" Gaara screeched up him, voice high pitched and laced with hatred for the stranger. The young man was now very seriously considering leaping over into Naruto's seat and punching the smirking man until blood dripped from a broken, wonky nose and he begged for Gaara to let him go…but then he'd be arrested. And then Temari would have to bail him out and well, last time she'd practically chewed his ear off for getting in trouble. Then again, the tiny enclosed space provided by four white cell walls was probably way more soothing and therapeutic than sitting in a cramped car listening to Naruto ramble on and tease the poor red haired man anyway.

Deciding against the illegal actions he had previously contemplated, Gaara grinded his teeth together and considered abandoning the car instead and heading back inside, thus leaving the horny stranger behind him. If he hurried, he might still be able to afford a chuckle or two at the stoned and drunk teenagers before Ino kicked them out with that shrill shrieking of hers. Gaara sighed. But Naruto would just follow him inside though. He obviously didn't have anything else to do besides stalking young men and hoping to get a decent fuck out of them. Well, he could be as fucking tenacious as he wanted. He was not getting his grimy hands anywhere near Gaara's naked skin. Besides, if he went inside he was stuck with Ino. And nothing was worse than Ino. Even this was better than spending time in the close proximity to that blonde idiot for fucks sake.

Naruto cocked his pierced eyebrow. "Well, what can I say? I'm a persistent guy." His smile remained plastered to his intolerable face and Gaara positively hated the fact that the smile suited Naruto in such a way that would probably have had any normal guy falling to his knees in front of the idiot. And this was the perfect example of why life was so not fair! Why did the idiot get blessed with such a god-like body when Gaara was stuck with frail, skinny limbs that were so pale that he put Edward fucking Cullen to shame?

Gaara sat in his seat, hands clenching and unclenching around air whilst his face held a look of absolute fury and disgust. Now, indeed would be the perfect time for the end of the world to just hurry the fuck up! The red head glanced up at the darkening sky once more, and any remaining ounce of hope in his body faded away. Nope. Okay then. Thanks for nothing. "Do you wanna get the fuck out of my car?"

"Nah, not really. And by the looks of things, I'm gonna go ahead and say that it looks like you're not going anywhere anytime soon anyway." Naruto replied and patted the dashboard in a sympathetic manner as Gaara once more twisted the keys and begged the car to start. Instead, it let out a painful groan of protest, shaking in exertion before falling silent. Naruto sighed dramatically. "Personally, I love it. It's all nice and cosy in here." He slumped against his seat and squirmed suddenly in annoyance at the loose spring that Gaara knew was currently digging into his back like a bitch. Ha, serves the bastard right! At times like these, Gaara was grateful that his car was years old (with several faults) that only just scrapped through its yearly checks.

Though, Gaara's gleeful expression was short lived as Naruto's movements stilled and he glanced warmly up at the red head from his position.

"Though, looks like it might get a tad chilly soon. Wanna come press your tight little ass against me and share body heat?" Naruto stated as an afterthought and laughed, cackling loudly as he hoisted a clunking bag up onto his lap and began to dig blindly around for something. Since when had he had that with him?

Gaara shook the question away and instead focused on praying that the sheer weight of the bag somehow managed to crush the breath out of the idiot beside him. He sighed shortly after the thought passed through his mind. That kind of fantasy was like asking Ino to not say the fucking word 'like' in every single bloody sentence that left her lips. Yeah, it was impossible, right? You'd need more than a fucking miracle for it to happen. "Stop with the cheap eighties porno lines already? It's not working, cunt." Gaara pulled his knees up onto the car seat and rested his hands on top of them as he face fell into its usual blank state as his eyes trekked lazily across the empty car park.

"You ever going to use my real name, babe?" Naruto shot back, and clinking of glass bottles was heard from within his bag whilst the red head frowned at him, arms crossed warily across his chest. "Cheer up, Gaara." He purred out and then let out a loud exclaim filled with delight as he withdrew his arm from his bag, a small vodka bottle clasped firmly in his right hand. Naruto continued to stare lovingly at the bottle as he unscrewed the top in a way that completely sickened Gaara and had his upper lip curving up in blatant disgust at Naruto's eager face. This day was getting fucking better and better, wasn't it? A horny man with way too much enthusiasm and cheesy lines that he'd obviously collected during his adventurous times watching god-awful porn in his dark bedroom. And now he was an alcoholic? God, was the man about to pull a bag of cocaine from boxers? Because frankly, Gaara would not have been particularly surprised.

Gaara's eye twitched in silent anger as he observed Naruto take a huge gulp of the clear liquid, before pulling the bottle way from his lips and scrunching his face up as the liquid spilled down his throat. He then proceeded to smile widely at Gaara and take another sip, albeit, this one was a lot smaller.

"Drink?" Naruto finally asked and extended an arm holding tightly onto the vodka bottle.

"Trying to get me drunk are you?" Gaara said, yet he reached for the alcohol anyway and wasted no time in hastily swallowing down a few gulps of the burning liquid that tasted more like nail varnish remover then any decent vodka really should have. Hadn't Temari told him to never accept anything from strangers? Oh well. Fuck that. Gaara tipped his head back against the seat, eyes closed momentarily as he urged the alcohol running through his body to get to work a tiny bit faster. Maybe if he got a bit tipsy then Naruto's ridiculous comments would become less exasperating. A grunt from his left caused Gaara to crack open one eyelid and stare curiously at Naruto's outstretched hand before the red head deposited the cheap bottle in his grasp with a sigh.

"Oh, don't worry, babe. I'm not into using cheap tricks like that." Naruto said, happily taking another drink.

"You're loving this, aren't you?"

"Better than wanking over shit gay porn at home. Besides, your ass is way better than those idiots'." He shrugged at Gaara's raised brow and judgmental look. "You're hot."

"You're gonna sit here, for hours, because I'm hot?" Was this man crazy? Wait, that was a stupid question, of course this bastard was! Goddammit, why couldn't Naruto just leave him alone?

"No. I'm going to sit here for thirty minutes, during which time I'll listen to you bitch at every comment I make and we'll both drink and smoke until you feel slightly happier. And then, I'm going to fuck you."

"You've planned this all out, haven't you? Oh, I feel so privileged. Sorry to crush your dreams." Gaara grumbled back.

Naruto just laughed at that. As if he completely disagreed with Gaara's comment and that itself had Gaara's eyes narrowing, but Gaara refrained from giving a biting response to the obnoxious laugh. Instead he huffed in his seat, hugging his legs against his chest and occasionally accepting the vodka bottle from Naruto.

Gaara took another sip and swallowed before pushing his tongue out so that his piercing poked from the gap between his lips. From the corner of he witnessed Naruto's eyebrows rise in surprise and the man whistled in appreciation. "If you make one comment about how amazing my piercing would feel against your cock, I will fucking punch you." Gaara warned, running the wet metal along his lips and giving a look towards Naruto that screamed 'go on, I dare you'.

"Wasn't even dreaming of it, Gaara." Naruto replied as he moved his hand down to cup himself through his trousers and give his cock a few lazy jerks through the material. "Between your ass and mouth, I'd choose your ass." He mumbled and faked an outrageous moan, jolting his hand faster whilst making an obscene scrunched up face that belonged in amateur porn. "I'm so hot for you, Gaara." He winked and chuckled, letting go of his hardened member. What made things even worse was that Naruto actually knew he was appealing on the eyes. He showed of his best bits proudly, and the cock causing his pants to tent up certainly didn't look like it would have been disappointing.

And thus Gaara carefully kept his eyesight above the man's waist, though he did actually give a crooked smile in response to Naruto's little over-dramatic act and took another gulp of the vodka as the duo fell into silence. The man was completely insane; Gaara had long ago confirmed that. This was just the icing on the cake. Gaara scoffed to himself, earning a raised eyebrow from Naruto as the pair instinctively exchanged the emptying vodka bottle between the two of them.

But you know the strange thing? When Naruto wasn't making some comment about his cock, or Gaara's ass, the silence...was surprisingly pleasant. But Gaara would never tell Naruto that. Instead he shifted around into a comfy position and stared uncaringly out of the window, eyes not really concentrating on anything as he just allowed them to wander. Gaara figured Naruto was doing the same thing, as a sigh left the blonde man and the faint tap, tap, tap of a finger poking at the window filled the air.

The two men weren't sat in silence long before Naruto began digging around in his trouser pocket. Gaara groaned. Could this man not sit still? He'd tolerated the window tapping, having preferred it to the sound of Naruto's actual voice. But now he had to start moving around and being annoying once more? What was he? Some drug addict with withdrawal symptoms? Naruto pulled his hand away and opened his fist slowly. Gaara's gaze flickered from Naruto's beaming face…down to the rolled joint in his palm…and then back to the blonde's face. Why was he not surprised?

"Do you mind?" Naruto asked as he fished out a lighter.

"Yeah, I do mind."

The tanned man scoffed and lit the cancer stick anyway.

Gaara couldn't help but roll his eyes. Lowering his feet back to the carpeted floor of the car, Gaara watched coldly as Naruto placed the spliff to his lips, inhaled deeply before exhaling a thick cloud of foggy air into the car. The wispy remains of the smoke flew towards Gaara and he dispersed the cloud with a wave of his hand and a glare at the tanned man.

Naruto shrugged and handed the joint to Gaara, who wasted no time taking a long drag, closing his eyes and breathing out steadily as the poisonous gas invaded his lungs. One joint shared between two was hardly enough to have much effect, maybe make them a bit giddy, and both Naruto and Gaara knew that. Yet they smoked the spliff sparingly, savouring that familiar feeling that had Naruto giving Gaara a slightly droopy smile at one point.

The smell of the cancer stick invaded the car and as both men relaxed against their seats, Gaara exhaled the smoke in a neat little circle. Both men watched it rise into the air and then break apart with slow moving eyes before Gaara passed the fag to Naruto and in exchange took the vodka bottle into his waiting hand.

A puff of smoke, followed by a gulp of vodka and a grimace with a remark about how horrid the cheap liquid was; that's what occupied several minutes of Naruto and Gaara's time. Until the empty bottle rolled under a car seat and Naruto tried to stump out the joint against the car's dashboard only to receive a warning growl of Gaara.

Naruto afforded him a sheepish smile and ran a hand through his blonde locks. "So…are we gonna fuck now or what?" He asked casually, pulling his feet down to the floor as he opened the car door a crack and threw out the remains of the spliff. Stretching his hands up above his head for a brief while, Naruto tilted his head from side to side and Gaara grimaced at the small popping sound that ran through the vehicle.

"Still trying to get something you'll never have?" Gaara mocked and gave out a dry laugh which quickly died on lips as Naruto's hand once again began to creep up his inner leg. "Naruto…" He shifted away from the invasive hand, moving to press his back against the car door and later regretted the decision once he found himself trapped between the door and Naruto's warm body which had moved expectantly towards Gaara. Naruto was too close now. So close that Gaara could feel his warm breath hitting his face and could see the distinctive way that Naruto's blue irises shone in enjoyment and lust. Gaara cocked his head, firmly fixing his mouth into one straight aggravated line and tried to keep all emotion off his face.

And he managed to keep up the unimpressed act for surprisingly long too…until Naruto came even closer, smirking joyfully, eyebrow cocked, and Gaara was forced to glide a wet tongue over dry lips to moisten them. "Ah, come on, babe. You're no blushing virgin." Naruto tried and a hand reached up to stroke almost lovingly down the side of Gaara's face. It ended up cupping the red head's cheek.

"Charming." Gaara pulled a face of distaste and tried to shake himself from Naruto's grasp. Though, the attempt was not nearly as enthusiastic as it had been earlier and resulted in Gaara merely shaking his head before stilling his movement and sighing. Damn it.

"You know you want to."

"You don't know anything." Gaara pointed out but the comment felt weak on his lips and Gaara doubted that he, himself, even believed those words.

"I know that if I tried to pound into that tight ass of yours right now, you wouldn't reject me. Would you, babe?" Yes. Yes, he would. He'd totally push the man away; maybe threaten to sue him for harassment while he was there. Yeah, Gaara had no problem rejecting the man staring at him like he was a meal to be devoured. He had no problem -…

And then a strong, toned arm circled around his waist, the other still cupping his cheek. Gaara certainly didn't mean to let out the gasp of surprise when Naruto pulled him flush against his own chest and his eyes certainly weren't supposed to widen like saucers at the feeling of Naruto's hard-on pressed against his thigh. Gaara spluttered at the stranger. Since when had Naruto practically crawled into his seat and straddled the poor man?

"Come on. Reject me then." Naruto whispered into his ear. It was challenge that Gaara failed to rise up to before the blonde man began to place small, wet kisses down Gaara's defined jaw. Oh god. Why did those perfect lips have to trail so teasingly and so wantonly against his skin? Why did Naruto's hot breath have to cause shivers to run down Gaara's spine? And why did that musky, male smell have to waft from Naruto's body so obviously and why did it have to smell so, so fucking good?

God! Gaara hated this man! He hated his smug little attitude and his obnoxious little grin and his stupid toned arms that felt so good and – Fuck!

The red haired man inhaled sharply, one pale hand gripping the steering wheel tightly and he fought briefly to maintain his last ounce of restraint. He was not going to react to this guy's advances. No way. He was going to push him away and shout in his face. He wasn't going to pull the guy closer, or shift his hand off his cheek to cup his ass. Nope. That wasn't going to happen. Gaara was strong minded, goddammit! And one good looking, sexy, flirtatious guy was not going to change that! Gaara was going to keep himself under control. He swallowed thickly and shifted his head to stare directly into the blonde man's eyes. Damn it.

He promptly gave up all attempts at refraining himself from touching the stranger…

And slammed his lips against Naruto's.


I know I originally said this was going to be a twoshot, but the lead up to the smut become a lot longer than I expected so, yeah, I didn't want to upload like a 8000 word chapter. So the next part will contain smut, I promise! Remember to review!