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Chapter 4

"He keeps calling me 'cause he saw that I changed my Facebook status to 'It's Complicated'." Sakura let out a dramatic sigh, allowing the shirt she'd been holding to fall from her hands and land in a heap on the table. Then she rested her elbows on top of a pile of jeans and buried her face into her hands , looking somewhat defeated.

Naruto glanced up from opposite her and stopped slamming discount stickers onto clothing labels. He made a faint noise, prompting Sakura to continue her rant – something which she would have done, regardless of whether he been listening or not.

"And I was all, like, trying to be nice and stuff but I just had to tell him that he couldn't just keep ditching me to go asslick his personal trainer. Like, I know I matter and I'm supposed to be the most important thing in his life right now but Rock Lee's just not treating me like I'm supposed to be treated." Sakura paused to messily fold another shirt before continuing her fruitless rambling. "And, like, he keeps saying he's gonna, like, make it up to me or something and that he's planning something big. But I'm not gonna get excited or anything 'cause for my birthday this year, he got me a gym membership. And I was all like, if I wanted to run, I could go fucking run outside."

"Wow, that's awful," Naruto replied monotonously from behind a pile of stacked shirts. Peering discreetly to his left, he mouthed a quick and desperate 'Help me!' to Hinata, who in turn burst into a tiny fit of giggles from where she was serving an elderly woman.

"I know, right?! And I keep saying to him that Guy is only there 'cause Rock Lee's feeding him with money. I'm with him 'cause I, like, totally love him and stuff, but he's gonna have to choose between me and his career soon 'cause I ain't gonna wait for him much longer."

Naruto idly thought back to the last time Sakura had stated such a thing. Coincidently, this conversation had occurred last week, and the week before that - and hell, probably from the moment after Sakura had gotten over her initial anger at Naruto's sexuality and instead somehow decided that having a gay best friend gave her the right to rant about boys and attempt to drag the poor guy shopping. Unsurprisingly, Sakura's first attempts at convincing Naruto to go on a 'Girls' Night Out' had been met with a cold glare and a much needed night out with Tenten, during which, both friends had successfully scored and had spent the early hours of the morning panting and sweating in opposite rooms.

But yeah, Naruto was no stranger to Sakura rambling about her horrid love life and how difficult her relationship with Rock Lee was. It was always like that, until he won her back over with some huge declaration of love and the two would play happy families for another week until Sakura got tired of being treated like best friend and "not like a woman!" And then it happened all over again, and Naruto would be the relationship councillor blankly staring at Sakura and trying to tune out that whiny voice of hers once more.

"Oh no," Naruto sighed and yawned.

"But don't worry. He's totally going to pick me."

Somehow, Naruto wasn't too sure of that. He had no doubt that Rock Lee was completely and utterly in love with Sakura – to the point where sitting in the cramped backseat with the couple was a death sentence. And during those long road trips, Naruto often found himself wishing he was straight so he could at least appreciate the pale leg resting on his thighs or the flash of Sakura's red knickers, just so that he wouldn't have to concentrate on the disgusting couple practically fornicating next to him.

But at the same time, Rock Lee was a man whose very reason for living was to sweat buckets and work his body to the brink – and not the kind of working out or sweating that took place in a bed, or on a kitchen counter. And thus Naruto had a small inkling of a feeling that trying to separate Rock Lee from his dream wouldn't go down so well; particularly since the man with the bowl cut treated his personal trainer like the reincarnation of Jesus and had himself invested in a green tracksuit (identical to the trainer's) only hours after meeting Guy for the first time.

Then again, he really did love her and she loved him. So really, in the end, Naruto couldn't guess what would end up happening, (though he was more than content to make bets about the situation with his mates).

Nonetheless, Naruto continued to make responsive sounds whilst tuning out the inconsequential woman's talk. Or at least he tried, until Sakura accidently sent an avalanche of jeans towards him and the duo found themselves hurriedly picking the clothing off the ground before their boss could kill them both with a single look.

"So…how's your boyfriend?" Sakura asked a while later, resting a pile of jeans onto the table and sending Naruto a beaming smile. She ambled towards him and paused to lean against the counter.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"You totally do! You've been on, like, six dates with this guy. That, like, legally makes you two a couple."

Well yeah, four dates to be precise. Five if you included the phone date they'd had, which had lasted four hours and had consisted of Naruto rambling about the silliest things and laughing whenever Gaara had let out his own chuckle or exclamation. Tenten had glued herself to his door throughout and had commented on the cheesiness of the whole thing afterwards. But surprisingly, Naruto had just stiffly mumbled that he'd enjoyed their conversation, before rushing off down the pub with Shino and pulling another hottie.

Having gone on those few measly dates in the last month, Naruto had soon realised that he'd smashed his record of a total consecutive three dates with the same guy, as well as being convinced he'd gone on more dates in the past few weeks than he'd been on in the last three fucking years.

But those four dates (kind of five) didn't mean that the pair were dating. God, no! The word boyfriend sounded so fucking weird coming from Naruto's mouth and even though the conclusion to each of their meetings had resulted in a small peck to the lips, Naruto was still adamant that nothing was going on between the pair and that he was still a single man. Hell, Naruto considered himself a single man all the time – whether he was fucking some guy or not, he wasn't about to tie himself down to anyone.

Though, Naruto still wondered what sort of logic pills Sakura had been popping in her spare time as he blinked at her stupidly before shaking his head. "Gaara's not my boyfriend, Sakura."

"His name's Gaara! Oh, he sounds cute."

Naruto cocked an eyebrow. How the hell can you tell if a guy is cute by just his name?

"Oh my God. Shut up!"

"I didn't say anything."

"You totally like him!" Sakura squealed and laughed at this sudden revelation as if she'd discovered the cure to cancer or realised that the mole on the back of her neck wasn't the third nipple Sasuke had tricked her into thinking it was.

"I don't like him." Naruto said and sighed. Sometimes he just really wanted to smack that woman. Since there really was no point in arguing back at her when those tonka truck gears were turning in that thick head of hers; especially when she was laughing manically and brushing his words off with nothing more than a waft of her left hand. The whole thing had Naruto wondering whether he should be annoyed at her relentless gossiping, or simply pity those unused brain cells that were obviously lurking somewhere in the deep depths of her mind. Naruto actually ended up doing neither of those things. Instead, he smiled at her eager grin before swiftly side stepping away from her and making a mad dash for the counter.

A promise of a quickie in the store room was all that was needed for Suigetsu to switch places with him, and soon Naruto found himself next to Hinata, watching as the girl stuttered her way through talking to customers as if one of them was going to brandish a knife in her face any second. Naruto clicked his tongue while he folded and placed a coat into a bag before handing it to the customer, falling easily into the normal routine of scan, fold, pack; until he no longer had to pay attention and instead found more amusement in watching Hinata cower and shake as she served tall men with bulging muscles and tattoos. It's because of her tits, Naruto concluded, observing yet another guy approach the pale woman; eyes glued to those massive jugs of hers whilst placing an item down in front of her. Naruto cocked an eyebrow. Sheesh, make it any more obvious, why don't you.

Minutes melded together and the two people busied themselves in their job. It was one of the rare times when Naruto didn't mind not talking for once (not including those times when he was buried balls deep in some guy's ass) and after he'd managed to block out the obnoxious noise of the scanner and the practically audible sound of men wanking over the sight of Hinata's breasts – the task was quite calming.

"I-Is Gaara your boyfriend then, or not?" Hinata asked a while later when the queue was smaller.

Naruto's eyes flickered to her colourless ones. "You heard that, huh?" Her guilty look suggested that she hadn't just coincidentally heard – but that she's been actively eavesdropping the entire time. "Do I look like I have a boyfriend?" He smirked and shook his head. "Gaara's good looking – no, fuck that. He's fucking hot. But we ain't dating. He's just a guy."

"A guy?" She gave him a small, knowing smile – a cute look which would have had any straight guys gathering carpet burns from the haste of falling to their knees, eager to grovel and beg to shove their sweaty faces between the mountains on her chest.

Luckily for Naruto, his knees were saved from such nasty scraps and instead he just let out a laugh. "Alright, so maybe he's someone who I may be having a bit of fun with." Naruto swiftly stuffed a scarf into a plastic bag and handed it to a young teen who gave him a funny look. Okay, so maybe he wasn't about to announce to the whole world that after six whole weeks of knowing Gaara, Naruto's hands had yet to travel past the totally safe region of Gaara's shoulders, or if he was lucky, his upper waist. But that didn't mean he couldn't muck about with Hinata. "You know the kind of fun I'm talking about, Hinata." He proceeded to tease the girl and below the counter, his hips thrust forwards and then backwards in a lewd gesture that only she witnessed.

The girl turned pink and a spluttered giggle came from her mouth – almost like she didn't know whether to laugh or simply be offended at the very idea of Naruto's sexual antics. "I-I bet he's lovely."

"I think lovely's a bit of an understatement – you should see his ass," Naruto said and folded another shirt with a chuckle. Shortly afterwards, his eyes lifted up and he scanned the store. His original goal had been to locate Sakura's pale pink hair amongst the throng of customers and clothing and judge whether or not it was safe to venture back over to her without being attacked by questions about his boyfriend. But he ended up pausing when he caught the attention of tall man leaning against a table in a neat suit with long black hair and stretched ear lobes. White eyes stared back until both men exchanged a flirtatious smile and the stranger combed his hair away from his face, revealing flawless skin and a strong jaw line. Not to mention the everlasting neck that had Naruto itching to lick a strip all the way down rosy nipples hidden beneath the clothing. "And I'd love to see his."

There was a second delay, during which time Hinata sought out the man in the store; before a screech came from the tanned man's right. "N-Naruto!"

"Hn?" Naruto tore his eyes away from the handsome man for a second – but it wasn't long until they were back on him. Now the guy just looked amused; but god damn if his smirk wasn't appealing! Hell, this man was seducing Naruto so clandestinely. And Naruto fucking loved it.

"Neji's here to pick me up after I've finished my final hour. Y-You can't hit on him. He's my cousin." Hinata protested beside him, the customer she had been serving now long forgotten as she gaped at the two men who were now sending each other smouldering looks. "Naruto!" She tried again, her face that of sheer terror, like the one of an old conservative grandma viewing hard-core gay porn for the first time.

"I wasn't even dreaming of it."

"And didn't you agree to meet Suigetsu?"At this, a flicker of glee shot through Naruto's body. So Hinata was totally fine with him sleeping around, as long as it wasn't with her blood relatives, eh? And well, Suigetsu was hot, but then again, he was always around for good fast fuck whenever either man needed it. Neji however, Naruto wasn't sure if he'd ever see the guy again. And Naruto was a man who hated to let good things go to waste.

"I'm sure he can wait thirty minutes." Naruto replied dryly, already halfway through the process of closing his till; much to the annoyance of impatient customers, with one man even clearing his throat in protest (an action ignored by the tanned guy). "Didn't know your cousin was gay, Hinata." Granted, Naruto didn't even know she had a cousin.

"I don't know – h-he's not."

"You sure about that?" Naruto gestured towards Neji. "I mean, I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure your cousin is already salivating at the idea of having my cock in his mouth." He shrugged and winked. There was a partial truth to Naruto's statement, for the long haired man had been staring blatantly Naruto for the last thirty seconds, much to the tanned man's own pleasure. And he wasn't too sure who had started the sneaky licking of the lips, or the wanton biting of the bottom lip; but that didn't matter. Not when Neji was inclining his head with that delicious smile of his, pulling his car keys from his pocket and jingling them. And if that wasn't an obvious display designed to make Naruto drop his pants, then he really didn't know what was.

"Can you cover me? Thanks." Naruto breathed out without waiting for a reply as he leapt over the counter and began his bold journey over to the handsome man – shit eating smirk glued to his face, just like always.

Meanwhile Hinata choked on her own spit.

Tenten raised an eyebrow at the four small photos resting in her palm, but didn't say anything.

The photos in question had been taken earlier in the day, when Naruto had taken Gaara to his favourite milkshake bar – a childish guilty pleasure of his. Whilst sipping on his cold refreshment and keeping a painful smile on his face as Gaara had talked, the red head had spotted a photo booth and with some serious begging (and not the kind Naruto was used to) had managed to squeeze the twenty year old into the cramped machine. Words something along the lines of "Please, I want a picture with you" had convinced Naruto to slip the machine the four pound coins that it demanded. After all, the more Gaara wanted his company and his attention, the faster Naruto's opportunity to rid Gaara of his clothing would come.

And then the duo had posed for the first photo; a picture which had ended up with Gaara staring at the camera with a blank expression whilst Naruto (who had failed to locate the camera) ended up staring at the top left of the photo, eyes squinted with an agape mouth.

The second photo had been better, as both parties had managed to stare at the camera, with Naruto pulling his usual smirk and Gaara showing a faint smile. And as much as Naruto had wanted to deny it, the pair had looked ridiculously adorable, a fact which had had Gaara tracing over the photograph with a pale finger long after the couple had entered the metro to begin their journeys back home.

The third photo had come as a surprise, during which Gaara had been combing through his red hair with his fingers and Naruto had been pulling an assortment of faces at his reflection – the one which had been caught in the picture having been one of his scrunched up face, tongue sticking out of his mouth. And although the pair had later chuckled lightly at the image's stupidity, Naruto had silently noted just how hot Gaara looked with messy hair. A sight which he'd see once again in the near future, accompanied by a flushed body, swollen lips, glazed eyes if all went to plan. Hey, maybe he'd even get a picture of Gaara splayed out on his bed.

But, the final picture had definitely been Naruto's favourite. As Gaara had relaxed into his final pose, another smile similar to the one in the second photo, Naruto had quickly twisted his head to face the tanned man. And as the three second countdown had come to an end, Naruto had captured Gaara's petal-like lips with his own, smiling against Gaara's lips as he did so. Granted, the picture had turned out well. A photo with two attractive men kissing was bound to turn out explosive. And the fact that Gaara's eyes had been open, wide in surprise, had just added an extra level of cuteness to the image.

With that, the two men had extracted themselves from the cramped conditions and waited patiently for the photos to form. Two printed copies later, two hasty kisses later (and another kiss after Naruto had ran back up the stairs to Gaara's house and had planted another one on those lips to which he was addicted to) and Naruto was now sat snuggly in between Tenten and Sasuke as the brunette woman inspected the photographs with pursed lips.

"Well?" He could already see Tenten's verbal ammunition building in her mouth as the woman parted her lips and gave her initial, brutal opinion.

"The boy looks like he's been locked inside and depraved off sunlight for several years. I might not be the most up to date on the trends but even I can see that he's in dire need of a spray tan," she said; honest and harsh like always. Dressed in men's shorts (probably Naruto's) and her Nirvana shirt (also probably Naruto's) it was easy to tell that Tenten certainly didn't religiously follow style magazines. But that didn't stop her from punching holes into someone else's appearance, probably because she was so bloody comfortable in her own skin – having dyed her hair every colour imaginable, having pierced random parts of her body only to take the jewellery out weeks later (her hips and her ears being the only parts that had remained pierced) and basically living by the tattoo she's gotten on her hip which read 'Fuck like it's the last day on Earth'. Yeah, she had absolutely no problem ripping somebody else's confidence down a notch.

Naruto scowled "Tenten…"

"Fine." She scrutinised the photos once again. "His hair colour is cool, plus his tattoo is fucking awesome. And overall he's super hot. He looks a tad girly though – total fucking bottom. Like hell, even I'd fuck him and I'd be doing the fucking." In all the years Naruto had known Tenten, he didn't think he'd ever heard about her bottoming, for anyone. Every single relationship, every single one night stand, each one had Tenten as the dominating half of the pair; even butch girls with facial piercings, short hair that smelled like a tire shop buckled under her. And Naruto had seen his fair share of girls stumble out of her room with shaky legs, faces flushed still in their post-orgasmic haze – shortly followed by Tenten herself, supporting a smug little grin. So in that sense, the idea of Gaara even attempting to top Tenten was just laughable.

"Well, we all know that Naruto loves feminine twinks," Sasuke spoke up, whilst continuing to leaf through his university notes, highlighter poised at the ready to colour in lines of text. Though it did leave Naruto wondering why the duck-butt haired friend of his didn't just copy and paste everything off the web.

Sasuke Uchiha had been one of Naruto's only friends who'd gone to university, the others having either chosen to do simple courses at their local college, or to jump straight into employment like Naruto, Sakura and Hinata had. The result of this had been that Sasuke had basically turned into the agony aunt of the group, most having concluded that the one with the university degree usually had the most brain cells and therefore was able to help out with any problem (which, thinking about it, probably was true). But unfortunately, this was Sasuke they were talking about: the man who was unwilling to lend you spare pound and probably wouldn't even bat an eyelid had you called him from a prison cell begging him to come bail you out. So yeah, Sasuke was a bastard, along with probably the large majority of Naruto's mates. But…he was one of Naruto's closest friends, right up there next to Tenten. And he was also one of his most favourite and frequent fucks.

"Oh is that why I keep coming back and fucking you then, Sasuke? Damn, never thought you'd realise I was attracted to your womanly haircut and your total lack of a ballsack." Naruto replied scathingly, even though, Sasuke was sort of right. Naruto did like men with feminine qualities. Yes, Naruto wanted his men to look and act like men, but he oddly liked the sensitive and slightly vulnerable nature that some guys had. And hey, who was to blame a guy for liking round asses and lean, narrow waists?

Plus, just like Tenten, Naruto was most happy when topping. Sure, he bottomed as well on the occasion, and there was definitely nothing wrong that; especially that gorgeous drag of a man's cock over his prostate. But, Naruto was a feisty guy. He liked to give the pleasure and he always got off on the unadulterated wails of pleasure his partners released.

And Sasuke most definitely knew that; which was why he found joy in making fun of the blonde man. Though Naruto always found a way to bit back with comments just like that last one which had Sasuke huffing in irritation before he snidely said, "I'm pretty sure I fuck you just as much as you fuck me." Sasuke's judging look and upturned nose made him look like someone had glued his face to Choji's asscrack and left him there to suffer – it was a look both Tenten and Naruto were very familiar with. Along with that air of superiority that wafted around the pale man like the plague.

"True, but I know you love it most when you're on your knees. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone, babe." Naruto tried to maintain a composed, serious face. But he couldn't help the choked laugh that erupted from his throat.

Tenten gave a toothy smile too and she chucked the photographs at the pale man's head. Then she proceeded to slump back against the arm of the sofa and throw her legs over the two men's laps. It was fair to say that the seething look Sasuke gave her curling and uncurling toes that sat in his lap was hilarious.

Though, now it was Sasuke's turn to investigate the photograph. And after pushing up the black rimmed glasses that perched neatly on his nose further back, he peered at the pictures in question and uttered three monosyllabic words. "He looks gay."

At this, Tenten's hand shot in the air and she waved it with fake enthusiasm "I vote Sasuke Uchiha for prime minister!"

"You bitch!" Sasuke growled.

"Guys…" Naruto said warningly, sparing a glance at both people. An insult from either one of the two could easily escalate into a full out fist fight, and Naruto was not in the mood to hold ice-packs to Tenten's face for the rest of the evening.

"I'm sorry, but shall we all take a moment to admire Sasuke's idiocy. How's that law degree working out for you mate," she said with glee. Of course, Tenten had to have the last word.

Naruto rolled his eyes whilst her snarky comment received a glare from Sasuke. Scratch that. The look was more psychotic than anything else.

"Do you – do you guys want Chinese?" Naruto tried again to avert brewing battle between them and well, it was better to bribe the two with food rather than argue against them.

"Are you trying to seduce me with food? Because it's working."

Yes. Yes he was. And with that Tenten bounced off the sofa, towards the kitchen and then returned moments later holding her mobile, on which the number for the takeaway was already on speed dial. "You're paying, you know." She waved the device at Naruto who nodded wearily before Tenten lifted the phone to her ear and waited for someone to pick up.

"I didn't exactly come here for food." Sasuke smirked, letting leaflets and papers fall to the floor before straddling Naruto's thighs and tilting his head invitingly to the side. "I'm meeting a girl in an hour, so make this quick." And with that he reached forward to suckle at a spot beneath Naruto's jaw.

The tanned man let out a shaky breath. The two men had slept with each other enough for both guys to know exactly how to drive the other insane. And whilst the region of skin on Sasuke's hips had the pale guy bucking and whimpering, it was by paying attention to Naruto's neck and chest area that caused blood to rush down to his member. Teeth scraped over his pulse and Naruto's eyes fluttered shut before reopening. He smiled, "Does she know you like to fuck guys?" Naruto teased and he leaned back against the sofa, allowing his eyes to trail over one of his closest friend's body.

Anyone that said that the pale guy wasn't hot was fucking lying. Onyx eyes that stared at him intensely that were enclosed by thick eyelashes. Pale, unblemished skin – similar to Gaara's and a face that belonged somewhere in a Vogue catalogue. And somehow, and really, God only knows how, the duck-butt hair of his actually looked really good on him. It was black with bangs that roughly framed his cheeks. Sasuke was slightly taller than Naruto, he was leaner, less muscular but was still toned. And in Naruto's opinion, Sasuke looked amazing when he was covered in sweat and hickeys.

"Mm, she thinks it's hot." Sasuke mumbled as he trapped Naruto's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. Moments later, a tongue came to swipe gently over it. And Naruto eagerly opened his own mouth to deepen their kiss whilst hands came to rest on Sasuke's clothed thighs. They stroked in firm lines over the fabric on Sasuke's legs, massaging the skin and pulling Sasuke closer until his chest was flush against Naruto's. The duo breathed together, and tongues caressed against each other. Teeth clanked as the kiss turned more desperate and sloppy.

"Damn Sasuke. Using your bisexuality to attract chicks, you devilish bastard." Tenten's voice came from somewhere but neither man really cared at this point, with Naruto using the free space left by Tenten as an opportunity to fall back, dragging Sasuke with him.

Sasuke inhaled sharply in masked pleasure.

Ever since Gaara had popped up in Naruto's life, the young man had begun to increase his weekly amount of sex quite significantly, as well having taken to jerking off alone far more than usual. He blamed the reason for why due to the invisible chastity belt that was Gaara's virginity that stopped him and forced him to endure numerous hours with the red head whilst trying to maintain his platonic appearance. The constant sex was the one restraint that was stopping Naruto from pushing the red head against a nearby wall and roughly fucking him against it until Gaara walked away limping. Sure, Naruto loved his highly active imagination, but his ability to conjure filthy images of Gaara was both a gift and curse. Luckily for him, he had friends who had been more than happy to help with his difficult problem and thus Sasuke often appeared at his apartment, lube bottle in hand and ready to get down and dirty with the blonde man.

Naruto sighed as two clothed cocks grinded together. If Gaara wasn't about to put out just yet, then Sasuke and other men would have to do.

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