It was late, and he wanted a snack, so while Sasuke was doing some work on his laptop, Naruto snuck out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. He routed through the cabinets, in the mood for junk food. Finding nothing, he went through the refrigerator, too. But then he remembered he had one more hot pocket left in the freezer. With Ollie running between his feet and nearly causing him to trip, Naruto put the ham and cheese hot pocket onto a plate and placed it in the microwave for one minute and fifty seconds. He went through the drawer and got out a fork, tapping it on the counter. Ollie was sitting next to him, his tail swishing back and forth. He apparently had the misguided notion that Naruto intended to share some of his amazing hot pocket with him.
"I'm not supposed to feed you after midnight," Naruto said to him.
Ollie answered with a questioning meow.
Naruto started to hum. Sasuke had been playing music nonstop tonight for research purposes, so certain songs kept getting stuck in his head, and they weren't even ones he'd ever heard of before. The microwave dinged, and Naruto popped open the door except as he went to pick up the plate, it was so ridiculously hot that he accidentally let it slip from his fingers. It dropped and smashed on the floor, scattering pieces of glass everywhere. Ollie had already run out of the kitchen with a frightened yelp. Naruto cursed, eyeing his beloved hot pocket on the floor. He decided to opt for the five second rule, but as he tried to skirt around the broken pieces of glass, he ended up stepping on a large shard that embedded itself deep into the center of his left foot.
"Fuck," he shouted and, looking up as he was hopping around on one foot, he saw Sasuke standing in the doorway.
"Are you alright?" Sasuke asked him, and he started to walk into the room, but Naruto held his hand up.
"I'm fine, I just dropped a stupid plate. There's glass everywhere, so don't come in." He leaned against the island counter and lifted his leg up, grabbing his foot so he could see if he could simply pull it out.
Ignoring his plea for Sasuke to stay put, his boyfriend slid on some shoes and stepped into the kitchen. He stood next to Naruto, staring down at his bleeding foot.
"I can't seem to get it out," Naruto said, still trying to pull at it. He glanced up at Sasuke, who appeared a little pale. Naruto almost laughed. "Hey, what's up with you? You suddenly don't look so hot."
"You're bleeding," said Sasuke.
"Uh, yeah. There's a large piece of plate in my foot."
"I don't like blood very much."
"What? Since when?"
Sasuke shrugged. "Since some traumatizing incident from when I was younger that involved my brother."
"Right, okay. Maybe you can tell me about it later? Do you have some tweezers or somethin'. I can just yank it out, I think."
Sasuke was intently focused on his foot, so Naruto prodded him in the chest.
"Chill, Sasuke. I'm not gonna die. Just go find me the tweezers."
Sasuke gave him a strangely helpless look before he turned around and went in search of the tweezers. At least Naruto hoped that's what he was doing. He'd looked pretty ill actually, so maybe he was stopping off somewhere to vomit into the toilet. Ollie, apparently rediscovering his courage, peeked his head inside the doorway, but then he went running away again when Sasuke came back, shooing him crossly.
Naruto laughed. "Don't be mad at him. It's not his fault."
"I am mad at him. He should've caught the plate with his head. Then maybe you wouldn't have glass in your foot."
"Mean. Here, gimme." He held his hand out.
Sasuke came over to him but told him to get up on top of the counter.
"What? Why?" Naruto asked, still holding onto his foot.
"Because, I'll take it out. Just get your ass up there."
"I thought you didn't like blood."
"I don't, but I don't like the idea of you being in pain either, so could you just please get up on the counter."
Sasuke's tone made him move without any further question. He hopped onto the counter, flexing his wounded foot. Sasuke, tweezers in hand, took hold of it. He poked at the shard once or twice with his finger and then, gripping Naruto's ankle, he gave a gentle tug. It still didn't seem to want to come out.
"You can pull a little harder. I don't mind if it hurts," Naruto said.
"I don't want to hurt you," Sasuke replied.
"You're gonna have to if we're ever gonna get this outta my foot. Just do it. If it's you, I don't mind if you 'cause me a little pain." Naruto meant it as a joke, but when Sasuke looked up at him, he didn't seem to be amused. "It's not a big deal, Sasuke. I've stepped on glass before."
Sasuke shushed him, but on his second try, he used more force. The glass came loose, and Naruto didn't do a whole lot more than flinch. But with it gone, the blood started to gush out. Sasuke stared a few seconds, but when Naruto called to him, he seemed to regain himself. He went to the sink and pulled a clean rag out of one of the nearby drawers. He used it to clean off Naruto's foot and then had him hold it there as Sasuke went in search of a first aid kit that might have some bandages. After only a few minutes, Sasuke returned with a bandage and a broom with a dustpan. He set the broom aside as he wrapped Naruto's foot up so that he wouldn't bleed all over the floor. When he was done, Sasuke made sure he kept his foot elevated on the counter.
"Now just sit there for a second while I clean this up," Sasuke ordered.
Naruto watched him curiously as he went about sweeping up all the glass. He sighed despondently when Sasuke picked his hot pocket from off of the floor and threw it away into the trash bin.
"Aw. I was gonna eat that," Naruto lamented.
"Shut up, idiot. There was probably glass in it, and there were already a few cat hairs sticking to the cheese."
"It's just protein," he argued.
Sasuke ignored him and finished what he was doing. When he'd thrown all the glass away and gone over the floor one more time with the broom just to be sure, he helped Naruto off of the counter.
"You okay?" Sasuke asked him as Naruto leaned against his side. "Do you want any painkillers?"
"Nah. I'm fine. I'm more upset about the hot pocket."
"I don't know how you eat that crap anyway."
Naruto scowled and hobbled away from him. "Because I was hungry."
"I would've made you something had you told me."
"You were busy working."
Sasuke walked up to him where he was leaning against the threshold. He stood close and cupped the side of Naruto's face, his thumb brushing across his cheekbone. The hand moved to the back of Naruto's neck and pulled him in. His lids fluttered shut automatically as their mouths pressed together. Naruto sighed into the kiss as Sasuke's fingers moved through the hair at his nape. They parted, and Naruto had his hand flat to Sasuke's chest. He tugged him by the front of his shirt into a hug.
"See," Naruto whispered into his ear. "I told you you'd be a good doctor."
Sasuke snorted. "I only did it because I had to."
"I would've gotten it out eventually."
"No, you probably only would've made it worse."
"Ye of little faith," said Naruto and he gently kissed Sasuke's chin.
Sasuke flipped off the kitchen light and grabbed for Naruto's hand. "Come on, Tiny Tim, let's get you into bed so you can put your foot up."
"But what about my snack? I'm hungry."
Sasuke led him into the bedroom. "You don't need any snacks. You're getting fat as it is."
Naruto scoffed. "You are so not getting any tonight. Unless you were referring to my cock. In that case, yeah, I can see where you're comin' from."
"You wish." Sasuke pulled back the covers and waited until Naruto was under the top sheet before he covered him with the heavier duvet. "Now just sit there and be good. I'm almost done."
"Would it be distracting if I jerked off while you were working?"
"Yes. Probably." Sasuke took a seat in his desk chair. "Should I put my headphones on?"
"No. I'll just bite my lip when I get to the good part."
Sasuke glanced at him over his shoulder with those intense dark eyes of his. "You better not."
Naruto grinned. "Fine, then hurry up and finish, and I'll let you watch while I do it."
Sasuke put his hand on top of the laptop and closed it. "I think it can wait until morning." He spun the chair toward the bed. "So, you were saying? About letting me watch?"
