Hello, everyone! Sorry for the super late update. Please enjoy, and do not hesitate in leaving me any feedback. J If any of the Spanish you find hard to say or understand, feel free to message me, I'll do my best to explain it to you. As a tip, if you are unfamiliar with the language, the J's are pronounced as H's.
1Joder, qué falta de respeto: Fuck, what a lack of respect
2Te agarró el indio, ¿eh?: A way to say you are in a bad mood (You're in a bad mood, huh?)
3Idiotas: Idiots
4¿Hola?: Hello?
5Tengo una idea: I have an idea
6 Qué guapo, joder: Fuck, he's handsome
7¿Quieres un cigarillo, Sasuke?: Do you want a cigarette, Sasuke?
8 Qué va: C'mon/Please
Naruto awoke to the shining rays of the sun; he had taken down the flower-patterned curtains after his parents took off to New York—he hated those curtains. But, now, his precious sleep was being interrupted… Joder, qué falta de respeto, he thought to himself. He remembered, when his parents were around, his mother would wake him up at seven in the morning just to tell him that she was going to do laundry, which pissed him off, because it resulted in he not being able to go back to sleep, which he then took that anger out on the world, to which his father would then say, 'Te agarró el indio, ¿eh?' Yeah, he had a hard life growing up, but he didn't complain much.
As he got up, stretching, every muscle in his slim but firm body tensed up. He walked over to the couch across the room and slipped on a white T-shirt and some sweat pants, with the most fuzziest slippers ever, to which he thought was the coolest thing designed in the whole entire world—he didn't like to brag, but he just naturally happened to be born with super awesome taste in things. If he could describe himself, he'd say he was a simple guy to please—a bowl of cereal would make him happy—who was attracted to adventure, and danger. Now, ask him about his preferences in human beings, he'd say he liked them all, with a slightly higher attraction to those similar to what he withheld.
For the first time in a long time, he was craving coffee, but he refused to consume any—he read on Wikipedia that drinking coffee could stain your teeth. And Wikipedia never lies. It's where he learned everything, and not his teachers. Naruto was never fond of school, mainly because they never taught him anything shocking or interesting; and not to mention that the courses were too easy. He did not understand how his colleagues struggled so much—perhaps it was because they were complete idiotas, he thought to himself, and all they did was run on crack all day. He sighed to himself and walked out his room to the kitchen. God, he really needed to go grocery shopping or he'll die of hunger. But… it was such a long walk. He must do it, though; it was for his survival, and he must. With that in mind, he went over to the front door, grabbed his favourite orange sweater and headed out.
It was a little cold, to be honest. Good thing he had, like, awesome skills at predicting the weather, it was a talent he had. Since he was out already, he may as well stop by that Sasuke guy, and start to pay off that painting. Then he would go grocery shopping and do laundry and clean his messy room and cook some super tasty food and shower and, and, and… He smiled. He had a lot at hand. He sure was one busy boy, or man, or guy… He didn't know what time it was, but it didn't matter, he was pretty sure he had enough time. He looked up at the cloudless blue sky. "Now, judging by how there is not a single cloud in sight, and how the shade of blue is intense, I have to conclude that it is around ten o'clock," he laughed to himself. He was a real idiot and he knew it.
He came to the front entrance of A.S. Gallery. It really was creepy, now that he looked at it. Where did that Sasuke guy get his taste? Honestly. Shaking his head, he went inside. There was no one insight, but there was a soft tune playing in the background, but he could understand it, it was some form of Alien language. And last time he checked, he didn't speak Alien. "¿Hola?" he said in Spanish. No response. "Hello?!" he tried again, this time in Engish. Nothing. "Konnichiwa? Ciao? Bonjour? Hallo?" he said in all the languages he knew. Naruto was starting to get annoyed by now.
But then he smirked. "Tengo una idea," he said to himself.
He walked over to one of the paintings, and took out a Sharpie from his sweater, which he happened to find randomly, to his luck. "I wonder if I can splash some of my artistic skills onto some of these paintings with this marker I have, that'll I will use right now," he said loudly, "and it will look fantastic. Oh… the tip is touching the painting… I can't wait to show how talented I am—"
"If you dare touch it I will burn your fingers off," came the low, threatening voice of the other man. He walked over to Naruto, looking very pissed.
Naruto smiled. "Sasuke! Why were you hiding from me?" he asked. He noticed the Raven was glaring at him. But he then looked down at his feet.
"What are you wearing?" Sasuke asked.
Naruto looked down. He was wearing his slippers. "Whaaaat? They so comfy. Me likey. You no likey? They are soooooo soft! It's like paradise. You'd be pretty jelly if you could only feel them your feet. Sasuke, they are amaaaazing. You gotta believe me. They are, like, like… awesome." He wiggled his toes underneath the slippers.
Sasuke shook his head, pinching his nose bridge. "You talk too much. Shut up."
Naruto looked around the place, trying to find the painting that was put aside for him. He really wanted that painting. "So, Sasuke, how much do I owe you?" he asked, not looking over at him.
He also needed to find himself a stable job, make some money fast, and get out of this town for good. But he didn't want to ask his parents for any money, although he knew that they would gladly give it to him if he were to ask. It wasn't because he was spoiled or anything, but he was an only-child. He kind of wished that his parents—
"It's 10,000 euros."
—would have given birth to another child, preferably a boy, so he would have had someone to play around with when he was younger.
Naruto looked over at Sasuke and smiled. "What?" he asked innocently. He noticed the other frown.
"It's 10,000 euros. Do you have the money?" Sasuke asked in annoyance.
Naruto started blankly at the other man. Qué guapo, joder, he thought to himself, a light blush becoming apparent on his tanned cheeks. "Yeah, but come over here so I can give it to you."
The man walked over to the Blond.
Naruto digged into his pocket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up before asking the other man one. "¿Quieres un cigarillo, Sasuke?" He noticed Sasuke cringe at the smell of smoke. Was it perhaps a No Smoking place? Whoops. But he really wanted a smoke. It wasn't that he was just being rude, because he wasn't.
"You can't be smoking in here. Get out."
Naruto smirked and leaned in to the Uchiha. "But how will I pay you then if I leave?" Their noses were barely touching. He could feel Sasuke breathe heavily and slowly. He really wanted to kiss him now. "Pay Day number two, Sasuke." And he took hold of those temping pink lips. They were warm and soft, just he remembered from last time. His hand rested on Sasuke back, whilst the other held the head lightly. He was kissing back. God, it drove him insane. Taking advantage when the Uchiha opened his mouth, he slid his tongue inside the other's mouth, making Sasuke moan.
And he pulled away.
"Well, Sasuke, thank you. I must go now; I have a busy day ahead of me."
Sasuke stared directly into Naruto's bright blue eyes. He didn't want it to end. "Let me take you out to dinner," he said sofly, barely audible, but the blond managed to catch it and widen his eyes. He could not believe what the other had just said.
"Sorry, Sasuke, but cant do that."
"Why not?" Sasuke asked, somewhat insulted.
"Because. Because I'm not into the gay thing."
"You kissed me."
"I know I did. But as a way of payment. You're handsome and everything—"
Before Naruto knew it, Sasuke had cupped his face and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He couldn't resist. The control the other had taken of him was too much. All too quickly, he was sitting on top of the front counter, with the other above him. He felt his hand touch his chest before it ended. He was met by two onyx orbs that sank him into an abyss of nothingness. He was paralysed, and he was pretty certain that at this point, he'd do anything, obey anything.
"Not into it, huh? Qué va."
"Yeah, Mother. Uh-huh. Nope. Yes, I promise I haven't destroyed your home yet… I mean, ugh, never mind. Okay, fine. Oh, and by the way, whenever it is you decide to come, I'll have something for you… Can't tell you. It's a surprise. Haha, okay, bye, Mother." Naruto hung up. He was really tired. He didn't want to hear or see anyone for the rest of the night, or he swore, he'd kill someone.
The doorbell rang.
"Oh, c'mon!" he yelled and angrily and slowly went over to the door to open the door. "Yes—Kiba!" he said excitedly. He took it back, he did want to see someone.
"Yo! How you been, Blondie?"
Naruto grinned. "Been great recently. Things have really turned out interesting."
"Oh?" Kiba asked, walking inside, and taking off his jacket. "Like what?" Naruto could tell his friend was really intrigued by now.
"I kissed a guy," he said dryly.
"No way."
"Mhm. And I liked it, can you believe it?" he said chuckling, guiding his friend over to a couch in the living room.
"Yeah, that really is interesting." Kiba took a seat by his blond friend, grinning like no other. "How was it like?"
Naruto cringed his face. "Hmm… Like… I don't know… it was sweet." He didn't really know how to put it into words. It was something like no other. Words couldn't describe it.
"Huh. I haven't the finest clue," he said, scratching on of his upside down red triangle tattoos on his cheek.
Naruto moved closer to his friend, their faces mere inches away. Naruto smiled, as did the other. "Here, let me show you," he said, taking his friend's lips to his, their tongues deep into each other's instantly. Kiba resting back, Naruto hovering over him. Both were breathing heavily, and the kissing was not enough. "Take it off," Kiba told Naruto, panting. The blond obeyed and pulled onto his friend's shirt and removed it, followed by his. Their bodies heat clashed.
"Naruto…"
"What?"
"I like this."
"Me, too. Less talking, though."
"I think we're gay."
"Oh, I know, Kiba," Naruto said smirking, pulling on Kiba's bottom lip.
To Be Continued…
