.:Into The Closet:.
Disclaimer; I don't own Naruto. HUZZAHH.
Warnings: Language, homophobia, shounen-ai, lime.
My trousers were painfully tight around the crotch area, and I'd have bet life savings that my face was flushed. I glared at my crotch and grabbed the (mostly empty) box of popcorn, hiding the bulge whilst blushing furiously.
Asshole! Leave me here with an erection, in a public place no less!
And so, it all came down to me walking awkwardly through the multiplex, trying to casually hide my crotch with a popcorn box. I'd tried willing it away with all the thoughts of naked old women, bestiality, etcetera, but every time I'd tried, all I could see in my mind's eye was Naruto, naked and begging. I blushed even more deeply and felt my stomach clench uncomfortably.
He crawled towards me, naked and panting, eyes glazed over.
My walking pace sped up, desperately trying to find the nearest escape. I'd have made for the bathroom, but public relieving in a grotty toilet didn't appeal to me in the slightest.
"Sasuke," he whined, "I can't take it any more…"
I could see the lobby just ahead of me, and clutched the popcorn box ever tighter.
He sat back, leaning on his arms, breaths coming short and harshly from his open mouth.
The lady acting as ticket checker gave me an odd look as I waddled past her, box now glued to my crotch.
I could see his tip leaking pre-cum, begging me for attention.
An old lady gave me an odd look as I passed, my face flushed and breathing heavily.
"Sasu..please…"
The cold air hit me as I left the building, body still heated far above its natural temperature. I hobbled towards the tree line, erection throbbing and painful beneath my clothing.
"I need you…"
I dived behind the nearest tree, hand working its way into my too-tight boxers. I hissed as hand met hardness, stomach twisting tightly.
His hand crept towards his weeping length, trailing his fingers down a chiselled chest, teasing.
My other hand released the button on my trousers as I picked up the pace, pleasure burning through my system as my hand moved to relieve myself.
He let out a gasp as fingers clenched around the base of his erection, and slowly moved his hand up, shivering with feeling.
My boxers slid further towards my ankles as my pacing became erratic and frantic, the coil in my stomach tightening further to far-away dreams of Naruto.
He reached his other hand down, from where it had been lain on his chest to his rear. I watched him testingly poke around his entrance with one of his fingers, before sliding a single digit into his hole. I could see him trying to locate his prostrate, before he let out a mewl of pleasure; bullseye. He added a finger to himself as he proceeded to finger-fuck himself, rhythm even and in time with his moaning.
My length was weeping, desperate for release. I'd lost all hope of timing; all I could think of was fucking. Fucking Naruto, fucking him into the ground.
His head was thrown back, eyes rolled back into his head as his fingers slid in, then out, his other hand continuing its ministrations. His breath hitched as he struck his prostrate, letting out a strangled scream as he squeezed his eyes even more slightly shut. His rhythm was frantic; desperate; fingers entering messily and quickly. His mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as his nether regions clenched; then let go, shooting his load all over his hand as he nearly wept with relief.
My vision became filled with stars as I came at the same time. Hand sticky and warm at my crotch, I gazed off, riding out my release; my return ticket to pleasure.
I withdrew my hand and wiped it on the tree I'd been leaning on, silently thanking it for being my sentinel. I reached down to clothe myself again, hand still slightly sticky. I grimaced at the feeling; I needed to wash my hands badly.
Stupid fucking moron. I had to wank in public, you ass.
Once I'd taken care of myself, I could dispose of the popcorn box, and promptly bid it adieu. I waved it off as it sailed down the river (very dirty; wouldn't wash my hands in that if you paid me), off to new destinations, with new people, and new erections to hide. I, however; had sticky hands, a slightly sticky t-shirt and a bone to pick with a certain blonde. How dare he leave me like that? I mean, good for him; he'd finally realised how obviously attractive I was, but running off?
Heads were going to roll.
I wandered back towards the cinema, destination; toilets. Purpose; ridding my hand (and t-shirt) of leftovers from earlier activities. The old lady I'd passed earlier gave me an odd look as I passed; I smiled at her, hoping the expression didn't look embarrassed in any way as I made my way towards the loos.
They were deserted as I entered, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Not that it looked weird washing your hands or anything; I was just unreasonably nervous. The cool water rushed over my hands, chilling them whilst rinsing off both the smell and the stickiness.
'So, son, what have you been doing today?'
'Sasu-chan's been wanking!'
'That's nice, son. Run along and play porn star, now.'
The air became colder as I wandered the streets to our home. Itachi was (presumably) still at home, probably deep within the clouds of misery again, so I decided against calling him for a ride. My parents were either busy or far too dignified to pick me up, so I settled for walking home alone. It gave me time to reflect on a lot of things; Naruto kissing me, the rumours about me at school, what I was going to do next…predominately, what I was going to do with Naruto. I wondered why he'd run off; perhaps he thought I wasn't gay?
…If he thought that, I guessed he was thicker than I'd originally thought. I practically oozed rainbows and fairies; at least in my head.
I glared at a passing couple. Male and female couple, of course. I'd never really been annoyed by sexuality before, but in light of recent events, I'd began to look at it in a different perspective. Why was heterosexuality 'right'? Why, in so many different societies and cultures, was homosexuality rejected and discriminated against? I couldn't see how it was wrong in any way. Was it wrong for a human being to love and want to be with another? If to live up to social expectations and requirements was what it took to be clever, then I'd remain a fool my entire life. I was my own person, living for myself. I shouldn't have to care what other people thought or imposed upon me; it was my life, after all.
And in that light, sexuality didn't matter. Religion didn't matter. Origin didn't matter.
For we were our own people, living for us.
My father was pissed when I got home.
"You should've called Itachi for a lift! It's late! Something could have happened!"
"Dad, it's five o'clock…"
"You could have been abducted!"
"I don't think Itachi's been feeling too hot lately, I thought he could do with a brea—"
"Itachi's fine, but it's past your curfew. You should have been home hours ago."
"Dad, I don't have a curfew. It's five o'clock, and I'm fifteen. Even if I did have one, it's far too early…"
And so our conversation continued. It was just one example of the riveting conversations me and my father had.
Itachi was sat in his room, listening to music quietly on his laptop. It was something of the classical sort, and he appeared relaxed and contented. I shot him a smile as I stood in the entrance to his room.
"You okay, big bro?"
He smiled back and nodded.
I never had found out what had been upsetting him, and I didn't think it was my place to ask. He'd been holed up in his own little world and I hadn't wanted to disturb it; and now that he seemed peaceful and vaguely cheerful again, I didn't want to upset the balance.
"How's school, Sasuke?"
His question shook me out of my inner monologue, and back into the real world.
"It's okay, I guess; some of the kids are being a little immature, but it's nothing too complicated."
"If they're giving you a hard time, you come to me, you hear?"
I smiled and nodded.
"Will do, big bro." I walked toward him and bent down to hug him from where he was sat. I let go, and he raised his middle and ring fingers and poked me in the forehead, hard.
"Ow, you asshole! That hurt!"
"Language, Sasuke!" Someone scolded from downstairs. Itachi grinned wickedly.
Not cute.
Naruto was avoiding me.
Of that I was certain.
I'd seen him several times that day, and every time, he'd turned tail and fled.
I ground my teeth in distress. I wanted to talk to him about the day before. I could hardly yell it at him as he ran away, could I?
"HEY! MORON! YOU KNOW YESTERDAY WHEN YOU KISSED ME?! IT WAS HOTTTT!"
Somehow I figured that that wasn't a sensible idea.
All I could hope was that he wouldn't skip our last detention together. He hadn't missed one yet, but after our little incident, I couldn't be so sure.
Sure enough, he turned up for the detention, looking rather more embarrassed and mollified than usual. He nodded in hello, and then went to cleaning. I stood and watched him for a while, mind desperately trying to conjure up some form of conversation to kill the silence.
"Um, Naruto?—"
"I'm sorry! It was an accident! Please don't hate me!" Suddenly, he was standing in front of me, begging with a terrified expression on his face.
"You think I'm going to tell someone?" So that was it.
"I honestly didn't do it deliberately! I tripped on the popcorn, and---"
I tuned out his babbling, and considered. Either I could confess, and risk being rejected by him, or I could agree with him, and pass up on the possibility of us. I knew Naruto wasn't the type to gossip or blab, but if it would stop everybody gossiping about him, I didn't know what he'd do…
"Naruto." I silenced him and he looked up at me innocently. I reached out a hand, and gently lifted his chin slightly. His eyes widened curiously as I smiled slightly, begging him to forgive me. I leant forward and captured his lips in a soft kiss, hoping that I was doing the right thing and not bombing my status into the oblivion. I drew back to look at him, to try and work out whether I'd made the wrong choice. He looked at me, confusion written all over his face, before he leant against my chest and kissed me back. He opened his mouth slightly into the kiss and my tongue entered, stroking his velvety-soft one still in his mouth. My hands found the small of his back and I applied pressure, pushing his crotch gently against mine. He moaned quietly into my mouth at the contact, and I stopped kissing him and smiled down at him.
"Fool." I murmured, still smiling calmly.
"It's what I wanted."
A/N; OHEMGEE POINTLESS LIME. Weehee, that was fun to write. Probably awful, but fun to write.
This is a SLIGHTLY longer chapter (I'm trying, I'm trying ^^').
Oh yeah; I got a couple of anonymously posted reviews that I'm not going to reply to, and they weren't harsh, neither of these two reviews would have bothered me, but I was denied the chance of explaining myself in any way, which really irritates me; so whilst I accept that both of you were making valid points, the posting of these reviews as 'anonymous' simply automatically makes me think 'FLAME'. I accept that people post reviews anonymously, but in doing so (in my opinion) to avoid any response, it irritates me ^^'
Um, rant over! I'm sorry if I sound incredibly defensive, I just think that if you don't particularly like a story, you shouldn't read it ^^' Please don't hate me xD
Anyway, to SasuNaru!
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