7. What else could it be?
And Naruto kissed Gaara.
The apartment fell silent, small little moments were written all over the place, in the walls, in the bedsheets, on the table. As if someone had made the effort to kiss these little things into the surface of this world, to make it look more alive, less lonely. That was exactly what Gaara had in mind when he felt the heat coming from the blond in front of him. But just few seconds later, Naruto leaned away, leaving Gaara completely unarmed and cold. The first spoken word had fallen down from Gaara's lips like a drop of rain ringing against the water surface.
"Fuck." It echoed loudly in the room, giving Naruto a heartfelt sensation of not being alone, but eventually, it vanished into the thick air nevertheless. Tick tock, the clock silently counting down the time were a ridiculous reminder of their forbidden thoughts, that weren't allowed to see the sunlight. Ever.
"I should get going, it's late." Gaara had awoken his voice again, finding it a little bit more rusty than usual, and he made a step towards the front door, leaving Naruto to his own emotions. But the blond didn't consent, he threw a quick glance at the door and seized the redhead by the wrist in anything but desirable way. It was more desperate, pleading.
"Yeah, exactly, it's late. Stay here, I don't want you to get into something ugly out there. Please, just one night." Gaara felt the heat coming from the blond's touch, radiating through his skin like an unstoppable explosion. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or completely hated it.
"Stay." One more whisper had done the job, it was more confident this time. Simply put it, it was an order. And Gaara obeyed.
"Okay, you fucking virgin ass bitch. Now give me some fucking coffee or I'll kill you." The answer was maybe positive but in Gaara's own special way, it made Naruto beam nevertheless.
"Say please, Gaara." He wasn't down to this game, he didn't want the redhead to rule this occasion so he pulled his companion closer and smiled a little.
"Tell me properly what you want, Gaara. And say please. We have to teach you some manners."
"I'm not fucking here to learn good manners, you fucking little asshole with a disgusting smile, just let me go, fucker. And give me that coffee, please." He somehow managed to put a proper please into his stack of vulgarities, that surprised Naruto to the point where he started laughing, openly with his entire heart and soul. The world had crumbled down to ashes, and Gaara saw a glimpse of light in the never ending darkness. He stared at the blond for ridiculous amount of time, trying to catch every little piece of sparkle he had seen shining around him, as if the room had disappeared and all that was left was this annoying guy in front of him. How that even happened, Gaara didn't know, but he started to feel weird. His insides were burning, and his belly seemed to have thousands of trembling wings of butterflies inside. And Naruto stepped back, still smiling like an idiot he was, to the kitchen to make him his coffee.
Nothing happened between the two that night.
Except the thing that Gaara found his heart being forcefully dragged into Naruto's beam, and he learned that there's no point in stopping it.
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Few weeks had passed, few long and disturbing weeks, where both young men started their little night sessions once again. And even though Gaara had a practice going on at another school in Suna, they kept in touch, making their nights a little less lonely, a little more pleasurable. But the pace of their journey slowed down, there were no signs of desire on school grounds, nobody had thought they were getting this close. The only one person that knew about their little secret was Sasuke. And surely, he made every effort to mock Naruto about it.
"You little piece of cake, stop it, already! I'm not telling you, pervert! " Naruto hissed one morning before class, Sasuke stood right beside him, leaning against the locker to see what the blond man was hiding. A cell phone.
"Show me these darn messages, nitwit. I have to approve them, that's the rule of being my best friend. He even perused you to get a nose piercing, you didn't want one when I told you to get your ears pierced, Naruto."
"You just made that up, I've never heard about such a stupid rule, bastard! Stop it, I'm not showing you! Look around yourself, your stupid fangirls are pointing daggers at me, they want to see me being roasted like a chicken. I've became roasted chicken because of you, dumbass! And stop about that piercing, I like this better, he just knew what would I like more. It's not my problem that you didn't know right away!" And as Naruto spoke loudly, he missed a certain someone standing behind his back, who has been looking directly at his best friend, as if saying to fuck off. That look held more than just a simple threat, it was piercing Sasuke, making his insides shiver in discomfort. The raven's eyes slowly drifted away from the blond and halted by the redhead, returning the glare with all his glory. And then a smirk spread across his face, making Naruto confused.
"What is so funny, bastard?! God I swear to whatever entity lives up above us that I will kick your butt someday. Hard!" Just few little steps, one long breath, and one small sigh later, Gaara's hand landed on the blond's shoulder with a silent sound of irritation that came out of his mouth at the exact same time.
"What's hard, Naruto?"
And Sasuke began to laugh violently like a Tyrannosaurus Rex being murdered by a hamster. That absurd it sounded. Naruto wanted to fell below ground to play hide and seek with the devil himself, because anything would be better than this. And of course, he felt thousand of eyes watching him. Okay, maybe not thousands. But a lot. And Naruto didn't know what to do, so he left the murder scene in a blink of an eye, leaving both Gaara and Sasuke behind, and just then people around him lost their interest again, making him more or less merge with the crowd.
That evening he got a message, it was a voicemail. He heard Gaara slowly speaking, his voice painfully reflecting every emotion that had occurred between them, it sounded like someone was shifting weight from one leg to another, like a candy wrapped in the morning dew, like rusty room filled with coziness. Something somewhere in his voice seemed almost sensual, loving. And yet, the blond couldn't recall what or where it was. Another message came right after the first one, this time being more daring, hot.
Naruto felt getting himself a hard on. And just when he tapped the button for reply, he saw the power in the entire house went on a holiday. Trying everything he could to get it back on track was pointless, because after several calls to the company, they told him there was a huge blackout in his area. On top of that, his phone battery was almost done for as well. Angrily throwing that damned device on a bed, he went out for a long run to get himself calmer, and hopefully less aroused. Gaara remained without an answer.
Later in the evening when he got back home, exhausted, but as well very relaxed, it was past the midnight already and there was no chance for him to turn the power back on at this hour, so he took a cold shower and went straight to bed.
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"Oohh, fuck!" Naruto overslept. Kicking his bedsheets out of the way, he jumped on his feet and ran into his bathroom to get ready as fast as possible. In this little chaos he forgot to charge his phone, so when he grabbed it so he could take a look at the clock, all he saw was just a black screen. Swearing violently, he ran out of the door without realizing he forgot his school bag as well. And when he got to school, he realized he was missing his keys too. Crowning himself to a total mudhead, he entered the classroom with a head hung down, whispering sweet nothings about how he was a total loser.
His fucked up day was nowhere near the end, and Naruto thought he just might as well go home and fuck everything. But his duty to his mma club kept him from doing so, and when the bell rang, he was already waiting for his teammates to join their today's practice. Gaara seemed awfully quiet, his blank canvas of face hid burning emotions behind a thick layer of white paint, or at least Naruto saw him like a canvas, painted with no colors, plain and simple, even though he knew that this redhead tried so hard to hid every little piece of his soul, to bury it six feet below the ground. To not show anyone anything. Naruto knew. And when the practice began, he slowly moved forward and halted by Gaara's side, flashing a weak smile in his direction, although the redhead seemed not to notice anything, his eyes were fixed on his opponent and nowhere else. Naruto told the other guy to get another partner to practice some more kicks and stood right in front of Gaara.
"Come on, punch me. We have to work on these movements a little bit more."
"Gladly, you little piece of fucking pussyass shit, I'm gonna kick your fucking face to make you understand that ignoring me is the fucking greatest sin you could've ever done." And Gaara began to speak, his velvet voice rubbed the blond's cheeks and burned a hole into his heart, making his hands sweaty, his knees weak and his pants tight.
"What are you talking about? I didn't ignore you, the power in our area-" Smack. Naruto received a nice and warm fist in his face, but before Gaara could punch him one more time, Naruto seized him by the wrist and threw him easily over his own shoulder, so Gaara's back met a cold floor beneath him. Hard.
"You fucker, you're gonna pay for this, I'm gonna fucking make you feel like a fucking trash can, cockhead." The voice that came out of Gaara's mouth was stoic, untouched, and yet Naruto could feel a sting of adrenaline in it, that sting he hasn't been able to feel recently. The feeling of a real fight hanging above them, making the air itself shiver from that sensation, making him feel like he was a champion again. Because someone challenged him. Someone. Gaara.
"I'm not planning on being your sandbag, Gaara! "
He tapped with three fingers on his bottom lip, slowly and painfully staring through his jade eyes into the teal world of Gaara's soul, all the while playfully dancing with words of the redhead, silencing them, crushing them so they didn't seem as dangerous anymore. Gaara knew he couldn't win against the revolting dark oceans of blue, the sparkle in his eyes was way too great for him to win this battle. He knew Naruto was a champion. And for the first time he felt like it wasn't just a statement. He felt like reality had crushed his hopes of winning, and with one last breath he jumped in the air to kick Naruto's jaw with all his force. Surprisingly, his foot really did hit his face, moreover a small path of blood had shown up in the corner of the blond's mouth, but Gaara couldn't get rid of that thought that everything was going according to Naruto's plan, so with a swing he tried to silence him - even though he didn't say a word - once more, throwing a punch right into his nose.
Wetness, drops of saliva melting with their salted sweat, bodies brushing against each other in a heated fight. Fight. And there they were again. The constant battle between two entirely different souls. The desire and the anger. The need and the resistance, the pulling closer and pushing back, both of them forgetting about the world, about many pairs of eyes watching them in their little yet quite brutal dance. Later, Sasuke would say they both looked like divine warriors fighting for their deity. Like a moon and sun, like a wind caressing soft sand dunes in swirling motions. But right now, their own world, consisting of the unknown threats and whispering pain, was built up by the power of their minds, not allowing anyone else to enter. Nobody tried to break the moment, and when Naruto grabbed Gaara's arm, throwing him over his own shoulder again, someone in the crowd gasped. Gaara landed on his back, losing his breath for a second, and closing his eyes in anticipation of another punch, but it never came. He felt the heat of Naruto's body pressing against his own lean figure, felt thousand of pinches all over his skin. And before he could catch his composure again, he also felt the heavy weight of the blond disappearing, slowly moving away from him. And by the time Gaara opened his eyes again, Naruto was already gone. A breeze of solitude ran through his insides, making his knees wobbly and unstable as as he stood up and tried to escape all of these surprised eyes. A hand landed on his shoulder, gripping him tightly as if saying "you fucked this up." But instead of that he heard a soft whisper, that raven boy was talking to him, neatly describing the way Gaara should choose to go. While still smirking, Sasuke pushed Gaara out of gym doors.
There was no point in stopping his footsteps.
Drawing in a loud breath, Gaara entered the silent bathroom, slowly locking his eyes with the blond's reflection in the mirror hung up above the sink Naruto was leaning against.
"Gaara… No…"
"Shut up, Naruto." His tone was strict and yet full of insecurities that were written in his teal eyes, and while nobody was able to decrypt them, Naruto seemed like the only person alive that could easily understand without saying a single word about it. Gaara admired that part of the blond. That and many more. One step at a time, he was destroying the abyss between them, walking closer, making a path straight to the sunshine.
"But… "
And just when Naruto's words fell down from his mouth, Gaara pressed a finger to his soft lips to stop his speaking, almost shivering from the sensation.
"Shut up, sunshine." He whispered softly, already knowing he got lost in those bright blue eyes filled with life again. Fuck. There were too many nothings in their lives, that this couldn't be even considered as a relationship, but Gaara felt like there was something going on now, he saw a glimpse of light stirred with just a tiny bit of mischief that made Naruto more like himself. The redhead was scanning every piece of his tanned skin, wandering on the surface of that breathing organ with his tired eyes, remembering every little flaw, freckle or scar decorating the blond, all the while trying not to kiss him. Yes, he tried not to. Kiss him. Kiss.
And their proximity now seemed like a huge stone slapping them both in their faces. And Naruto frowned when Gaara leaned closer. And Gaara stopped, not being sure what to do anymore.
"What are you doing?" Slipped out of Naruto's mouth, and before he could even realize he said that, Gaara took those words in and backed up without an answer. The air around them was thick, it reminded Gaara of a mist being violently cut into pieces with beams of sunlight, and yet despite all of this sunny aspects around him, he felt incredibly cold. He wanted to be saved but yet he felt incredibly scared of what might have happened in a situation like that.
"You called me monster."
"I know."
"And yet you thought kissing me would be a great idea?"
"Yes."
Gaara's answers were bittersweet with a little bit of stoicism, which he tried so hard not to express, although his face was drowning in nothingness already, making a fine sculpture out of a living being. Naruto didn't know whether he liked that side of Gaara or not. And without thinking things through, he placed his palm on the grumpy redhead's shoulder, moving him out of his way.
"You're so stupid." Naruto said, smiling at him as if he meant it as a compliment, however it made Gaara frown a little, and with that Naruto's smile only deepened, making it impossible for the redhead to resist him again.
"Naruto… " A silky, yet crumbling voice ran along the blond's spine as Gaara spoke, and made him halt. He slowly looked over his shoulder just to lock his ocean blue eyes with the smaller guy.
"Haa? " He asked.
"I am. Stupid. I am." Was everything that came out of the redhead's mouth, and while he tried to pass by the blond, Naruto grabbed his shoulders again and pushed him to the wall, stealing every bit of freedom he had a second ago. And the air was thick again. And their bodies were close. Too close. And Naruto felt Gaara's breath on his face. Warm touch of it brushed against his lips, parting them. Yet, still, again. That was because he felt angry, right? That little tightening around his neck and stomach. He was angry, was he? What else could it even be? Gaara pissed him off, and they couldn't find peace next to each other, that was why his heart was going crazy. And it was because of the anger he closed the distance between them. And it was the rage's fault that his hands were shaking. Every second of this moment was wrong, and yet Naruto found himself being drawn to Gaara like a moth to a distant moon, and without realizing his anger was long gone, he placed his palms against the cold tiles on each side of Gaara's head, cornering him completely. Throughout that, the redhead stayed silent, giving Naruto plenty of time to back up, to run, to escape. To punch, to kick, to yell. And Naruto kissed Gaara.
The slow touch of the lips, as mellow as the butterfly wings fluttering in the sunshine, seemed almost imperceptible as a breeze of warm air. Naruto searched Gaara's oasis for the footsteps of ancient contention, yet all he found was hot kisses filled with desperate desire. And the initial uncertainty with each further impact of their lips diminished, opening the door to the new possibilities and feelings the two young men had so far avoided. And when Naruto quietly asked for access to the redhead's mouth, Gaara willingly accepted it and welcomed him in his world. Their keen kissing had been disturbed by a small group of students passing behind the walls of the little hidden kingdom, and when Naruto looked into Gaara's eyes, blithely smiling, the redhead got lost in the mist of the endless blue and freedom the blond had so shrewdly offered. Maybe this could work, and just maybe… this was a start of something good.
The silent humming of a conversation slowly disappeared as the group left, and Gaara felt suddenly like a lone wolf on a hunt. He smirked, moving his hand down Naruto's chest to catch his attention. And bit by bit stealing every ounce of his contact to himself, turning him into hot mess of pure lust. He knew how to do these things, he also knew Naruto was innocent, at least to the point of actual sexual encounters, and that he had an advantage.
"What are you doing, Gaara?" Naruto asked stupidly when Gaara's fingers brushed against his crotch in a clear, honest and arousing manner, giving Naruto a soft yet distinctive squeeze. The blond gasped. Gaara smirked once again, not leaving the place he decided to occupy. He wasn't giving up this time.
"Can't you tell, sunshine?" His hand was actually shaking and he never felt so nervous in his entire life. This was going to happen, right? Was it a good idea or the worst of them all? In the end, Gaara didn't know, he didn't fucking care. And just when he unzipped Naruto's pants and snuck his hand into the unknown universe of the blond's proximity, he felt hot lips pressing against his neck, painting colors in his sight, slowly stealing away his composure too, so that Naruto wasn't the only one on the edge of sanity. So they both were. A velvet whisper fell out of the blond's mouth and while his sweet, sweet breath tickled Gaara on his ivory skin, that information made a mess in his total system, not allowing him to disobey the power of Naruto's words.
"Touch yourself, too."
And so Gaara did.
The redhead drew a path with his fingertips down his flat stomach, under the fabric of his sweatpants. His breath got stuck in his throat and he felt as if there was not enough air around him, as if he was choking with his own emotions, and whenever he sought comfort, he looked up into the blue oceans of eyes full of infinite depths, and lost himself in Naruto's distinctive magic. Although the blond didn't even know what to do in a situation like this, his gaze was soothing, his smile caressed all the doubts away, and created a safe place for everyone around him. He had such power, safety, interwoven with a fabric of wildness, which wasn't restrained even by the deep sand dunes. He has always found his way, with little bits, without experience, without the need for much pressure. He stole parts of Gaara's soul like the breeze dancing with sand grains in the wide desert. What did a couple of grains do in such an infinite amount? Over time, the whole desert moved slowly, and bit by bit changed into the man standing in front of Naruto. And in empty eyes of a quiet protestant boy with bloody hair, there was hope.
Only a few seconds later, Gaara's pants fell to the ground, enveloping his ankles in a mute understanding of future acts. He felt a trembling fingers touching his back, like a butterfly wings dancing on his skin, like a splash of ink pounding into his body. The heat of the blond's touch was haunting him in his mind, and throbbing in his ears just got even worse. He saw his nervousness, he felt his own. And as he took a tiny step forward and reached out to Naruto's lips, the young man's hands finally accepted him into his arms and found his mouth for the exchange of a thousand kisses. Again. The two exposed manhoods met in the hands of one redhead. He slowly seized both lengths, allowing them to rub off against each other as he locked them between his fingers and palms. And with the trembling exhalation that had passed to Naruto's mouth, Gaara's hips responded in a passionate motion to the need of the other young man. His hands began to move. And before they both realized the deeds they were messing up with, the bathroom filled with their needed sighs, which gradually, and slowly escalated into hot mess of uncontrollable moans. Gaara wanted to escape. At the same time he longed for Naruto to be even closer. Naruto longed for the same proximity, without the thought of escaping, the blond closed his eyes and leaned against Gaara's forehead, quietly whispering the sweet promises of a storm of passion. He let the redhead work on his assigned task for a little while, but just when he felt getting himself closer to the edge, he encircled Gaara's palms and started pumping violently with him, learning just on the go, from his partner, how to do these things right. And Gaara led him through it all with a tender solicitude. Naruto was thankful. The redhead was the first one to reach the desired point, the highest of mountains, the peak of the world. His sperm covering both his and Naruto's hands and stomachs. The blond had his blue gaze glued on his partner the whole time, not being able to look away. And now he felt like he was about to lose it, throwing his head back he let out a heavy moan filled with Gaara's name. He wanted more. And then, suddenly feeling the redhead's lips on his throbbing cock, was enough for him to explode. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Gaara's head and came violently into his mouth.
First silent voices coming from afar, then it got louder and louder, and before Naruto could do anything, Gaara was out of the door, leaving him completely exposed to those strangers entering the toilets. He quickly zipped his own pants, so that it looked like he was just peeing here, and with red cheeks went to wash his hands. An infection of feelings assaulted his heart, and strongly competed with the faint whisper of his own brain. He didn't hear a word back then in his head, because his heart took the lead.
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Later on when Naruto sat by the river, blindly playing with his nose ring that shone dimly in the upcoming sunset, he realized just how much was Gaara stealing his own mind. He could recall the first time he met him at school. It felt like he was looking at neverending emptiness, yet full of undiscovered life, as if he was a wild mustang running freely in the wind, leaving nothing but footprints written in the sand. Edgy yet elegant, simple yet not that simple at all. Naruto smiled. There was so much more in the world behind those teal eyes. And while the water sang silently in the evening, making its way towards no end, Naruto took the precious time to remember every little detail of Gaara's face, hair and personality.
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A struggle with finding his way back home was real, but eventually, Naruto decided to use one window in the back of his apartment and by crushing the glass, managed to get inside. A surprise came right after that, hearing a doorbell wasn't anything the blond expected, so when he saw Gaara standing at the front door, his surprise grew even more. Gaara.
So maybe it wasn't anger making his heart race like a motorcycle. So maybe it wasn't anger making his mind go blond and blind. And it certainly wasn't anger making him feel every little tingle of his body reactions. There was so much more to it that Naruto stopped counting right then and there. At the front door of his apartment. He wanted to say something clever, nice, passionate. But instead od that, the blond barked the most stupid thing ever.
"How are you?" His nervousness clearly on the edge, his stupid fucked up smile cracked the shell on Gaara's heart and made him smile.
"You're annoyingly stupid, buttfucker." Gaara said in a harsh and strict tone, but the usual grumpiness was nowhere to be found. Inviting himself in, he grabbed Naruto's hands and put them around his waist, the blond smirked.
"I'd gladly be one, if it was with you." Naruto responded softly, his smile only widening.
"I'll show you how to do it, how to fuck me, you useless bitch."
So maybe… it wasn't anger, nor was it a one night thing. The door slowly closed, making that significant click noise afterwards, and hid both young men in the world of unknown fantasies.
But if it wasn't any of these things, then what could it be?
A/N: Hey! Sorry for the long wait. And sorry for this messed u chapter, seriously, the more i write about teenagers, the more it gets weird and messy. Sorry about that! XD I still hope you will like it, though!
