Begin Chapter 3

I want to F...

The blond teen looked at his solemn friend. "What is it?" he asked anxiously, wondering why his friend was acting strangely.

Sasuke took a deep breath in. "I want to f—"

"Fight me?" Naruto cut in exasperated. "Again?" he drawled out. "Fine, but when I beat you, you have to treat me to ramen!"

Wait, what? Sasuke looked at his friend dumbfounded. Before he could ask a question, Naruto dropped the boxers he had been holding, yelled, "Go!" and lunged at his friend, successfully tackling him onto the bed and knocking the wind temporarily out of him.

Quaffing in oxygen, Sasuke denounced, "Wait! That's not what—ugh" he struggled against the younger, but nevertheless stalwart blond, "I was going to say!"

Skeptical, Naruto countered, "Yeah, right, you sore loser!" He ceased Sasuke's lower movement by roughly pinning his pelvis to the bed with his own.

"Nnnn," Sasuke moaned, his eyelids lightly fluttering shut, his back arching at the intimate contact. "St-stop," he gasped out.

Naruto looked at him bewildered. "Giving up so fast?"

The aroused prodigy couldn't reply—his chest was heaving, he was panting, and it was difficult to control his breathing.

Tan hands ran up the milky, smooth skin of Sasuke's sides, causing the said boy's entire body to quiver in ecstasy and hips to raise an inch off the bed. In order to defeat the older teen, Naruto had to shift his position. With legs bent at the knees, he spread his legs apart, placed them on either side of the flushed teen, and dropped his weight onto lower boy, straddling him strategically.

"N-naruto," Sasuke gasped in pleasure.

The Jinchuuriki could now easily reach the other boy's arms and hands. Gliding his hands gently up slick arms, up to his sweaty palms, Naruto raised them above Sasuke's head. He gripped both calloused hands in one vice grip and used his unoccupied hand to delve into the pocket of his own boxers, pulling out the item he had taken from Sasuke's dresser minutes ago.

Sasuke did not pay attention to what the dobe was doing. He was over engrossed with the feeling of Naruto on him, touching him—that is until he felt his wrists being harshly pulled towards each other.

"Huh?" he asked aloud hazily while blinking his eyes to get rid of its blurry vision. He looked up at his wrists and noticed his hands tied together with a silk ribbon.

Shit! he cursed. When the hell did he get that?! His mind was teemed with various questions. Shimatta! What's the release jutsu for a situation like this? He thought back to the time Naruto and his shadow clones had timed him up. How did he escape from those ropes that time?

Naruto looked at him with a confused, but also concerned, countenance. "Man, you're really off your game, Sasuke. Maybe you caught a cold?" The blond looked at him tiredly. "Give up?" he asked.

Sasuke was pensive and did not answer. Suddenly, the raven sat up capriciously, letting his hands fall onto the bed to support his upper body, when he felt Naruto's hand on his thigh. "Wha-what?" His perplexed, obsidian eyes veered from the hand on his thigh to Naruto's shining azure eyes.

"I'm checking to see if it feels good even though you're not in soft boxers. So tell me if it does," he answered earnestly. "Oh, and you lose," he said matter-of-factly as he untied the black ribbon that bounded the creamy wrists together. "You can treat me to ramen tomorrow!" He smiled brightly at his friend whose eyes were flickering open and shut.

Naruto planted his other hand on Sasuke's neglected thigh and began rubbing both dexterous hands up and down simultaneously on the semi-wet boxers. Sasuke let a long moan, gripped the comforter, and toppled on bed, his breathing more erratic than ever. His legs distanced apart on their own as the tan hands—thumbs on his inner thighs, pinkies on the outer, and the remaining phalanges on top of his thighs—glided all the way up to the venue where his thumbs were almost touching his most sensitive area.

The older shinobi gripped the sheets tighter while he brought his feet closer to his derriere, his legs now resembling mountains and causing Naruto to sit straight up on his knees to continue his experiment. He continued rubbing his hands slowly up and down the muscular thighs, but Sasuke wanted it faster. He rocked his hips forward as the blond's hands made their way up his thighs and rocked them back as the hands retreated to his knees. As Sasuke's movements became quicker, so did Naruto's.

"Oh!" Sasuke gasped at full volume, his head turning to one side and falling against the pillow. His hips quickened its pace and his voice and breathing came out in shallow, transient moans as he felt his climax coming.

Worried about the noises Sasuke was making, Naruto stopped his hands on Sasuke's knees and stared at the rosy, sweaty face of his friend, which also bore a look of pain.

"Sasuke?" Naruto asked quietly and fearfully.

What?! I was so close! He snapped his eyes open and faced his friend and let out an anguished groan and dug his nails into the thick comforter in frustration.

Naruto had no idea why his friend was behaving this way. There were unshed tears in his friend's eyes and that only troubled the Kyuubi-container even more. "Are you okay?" Oh, my, gosh, Naruto thought slowly. Maybe those boxers were really rough and hurt him? That's why he's crying?

Sasuke's mind bellowed, I was okay. Actually, I was fantastic before you stopped! God, he was aching in pain. He wanted to cry now from the pain in his member rather than the pleasure he was previously engulfed in.

"Sasuke," Naruto began timidly, "how does it feel?"

Sasuke sighed, shut his eyes, and relaxed his head on the fluffy pillow. Oh, God, that felt fucking great. But…Sasuke's member was throbbing painfully, and his damp boxers were confining his member horribly.

"It hurts," he answered.

That confirmed Naruto's prior thoughts. He took a breath in and exhaled it. He had to be sure. "It hurts?"

Sasuke nodded and Naruto could see tears prickling his eyes. "Oh, God, Sasuke!" he yelled in guilt, throwing his body against the lithe body beneath him, wrapping his arms around his neck, and pressing their bodies tightly together. "I'm so sorry! I thought it would feel good, not hurt you!" he cried, blaming himself for the pain his best friend suffered.

Although it was a dream come true for Naruto and him to be melded jointly like this, Sasuke had already regained some of his composure. He pried Naruto's circled arms apart, and with one tan wrist in each hand, he pushed the boy forward and onto the bed, placing his bent legs on either side of Naruto's hips and their faces an inch away from each other.

"A-are you angry?" stuttered the blond in trepidation.

Sasuke moved his face closer to the whiskered face letting their noses touch. He grinded his erect member against Naruto's, surprisingly, semi-hard shaft, and then locked his audacious eyes with the flummoxed ones of his friend.

"It felt good, dobe, but it hurts," he said while looking down at his cock.

Naruto followed the direction of Sasuke's eyes with his own. After viewing what Sasuke was referring to, Naruto's eyebrows furrowed closely together and his eyes narrowed in queer confusion. "What, the, HELL is that in your pants?!" he yelled, pointing his index finger at the thing protruding beneath the other teen's boxers.

END CHAPTER 3


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