I am back with my new story! So, for the record - this one does not include sex. The age rating comes from questionable language. The reason? If you really think about it, than it is quite obvious that teenage boys do not necessarily think about sex all the time. More or so, anal sex is not the first thing that comes to their mind. Let me ask you this, was it the first thing you thought about at that age? Hardly. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story and even more so - FEEL IT!

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke

Summary: How hard can it be to be a teenager? Well, consider you have a crush, or is it a crush? You tease them, maybe kiss and then call them names. Life is a constant rollercoaster and solving life's great mysteries sucks arse. Sounds familiar?

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

Sasuke:

Oh God, Naruto actually enjoys this! I should have chosen the shitty comedy, fuck me in the eye! My hand rests on the arm of the seat and suddenly it is soaked in uncontrollable warmth. What the…I look what occupies my hand and from the corner of my eye I see that Naruto has moved his hand on mine. My cheeks get hot and red and I am totally defenceless. Why. The. Hell. Is. His. Hand. On. Mine? Naruto keeps looking straight ahead sternly and does not meet my eyes. His hand is almost hot and sweaty. My body does not have any strength to move my hand away even though my mind screams that the guy is a pervert and a homo. The little angel on my shoulder just whistles and agrees that it does feel nice and romantic. The white feather ball adds that I should just stop deceiving myself and I am just about to tell it to go fuck itself, but I end up not doing it for now. Cold shivers run down my spine when I think about the word "romantic". This is so totally weird and I sink in my chair.

Naruto smiles slightly and intertwines his fingers carefully with mine. I know I am fuming already and my eyes are about to pop out of my head, but still I cannot do anything. For the love of God, he must really think this is okay and I like it? Well, I do not! A little, but not at all! What the fuck? Why the hell I fight in my own head and not punch his lights out…if someone sees this…that someone is going to die…Gladly the theatre is otherwise empty, so, I do not have to move my hand…I just try to concentrate on the film, while Naruto's touch makes me feel all warm and nice inside. I do not even dare to alter the position of my hand so that he does not move his away. Pathetic…and a fucking contradiction.

Naruto:

For fuck's sake, I did it! I actually did it! His hand is warm, just slightly warmer than mine - actually mine is pretty sweaty…I so fucking try hard it not to be so, but it seems that self-suggestion does not work. I should just concentrate on the movie except that I keep thinking about Van Damme's tight and very much naked buttocks from the Universal Soldier movie. Who would ever come up with that kind of scene? It was long as hell too! Focus on the current non-naked-butt-movie Naruto! Why do I have to be this tense, my muscles are all sore and I do not even dare to turn my head. Though for that there is a different reason…I am quite amazed that Sasuke has not already slapped my hand away and at the same time slapped my head with a wooden paddle. Where the heck would he even get that? God, I want some soda - why is my tongue glued to my palate? I must look like a sweating zombie with an upcoming boner for fucking thinking about a boner! Keep your mind out of the gutter or else Sasuke will run and you will never have enough legs to catch him!

Over, the movie is finally over. I got myself an overdose of Van Damme…though I have to admit that I do not remember anything from the movie. I was too busy fighting the image of Van Damme's arse and the fact that I held Sasuke's hand for over two hours. Since I started this, I might as well play it cool till the end. Except that I was not cool - I do not recall James Bond ever sweating and my pants are too tight to even sit properly. Want to come over to my place, I ask him out of the blue and surprise myself too. I do the asking nonchalantly, but even a dickhead can hear that I am a mechanical soulless device and stiff as hell. No smoothness whatsoever. I really try to act normally, but I feel so girly and that makes me nauseous. As I ruffle my hair I end up poking myself in the eye and somehow this cannot go any worse than this. Great, eat my shit double O seven.

Sasuke:

Come to his place? I am about to curse him to hell for molesting my hand and now this, but then he suddenly pokes himself in the eye. What the hell is that? Like, you know, console games, he suddenly continues voice full of eagerness. Naruto can actually look sincere if one forgets about that eye thing. Just playing with each other, I ask him back until I realize that it might have sounded a little weird. By the looks of it, it did just that. Naruto looks bewildered and his jaw hangs loosely. I offered him sex did I not? For the love of God…I am flaming red as my mind suggests me all the naughty things my stupid question could include. In every other situation there would not be a problem but after the holding hands episode I feel ashamed. Haha, yeah, he laughs awkwardly. The panic in me gnaws my insides and I start to stutter. I w-was not, li-like, no, you see, I tackle and I know that I have made an idiot out of myself. Naruto looks somewhat curious, breathes out loud and smiles. Well, I think we have broken the ice would you say, he half-jokingly says to me. Actually I feel all better now if I try not to think about the fact that I somehow mixed hot man-sex and Grand Theft Auto…

Thoughts? Comments? Anyone?