Author's Note: This chapter got away from me. I would say it's a bad thing but I stuffed some smut stuff in there to make it worth
Naruto wanted to tell himself he didn't mind not putting a label on whatever he and Sasuke were doing. All their small smiles, stolen kisses, and long looks to each other didn't need a title. It didn't need to be a public display. It didn't need to be anything. Naruto knew it was safer – better even – to just simply enjoy what he had while he had it. He couldn't help wanting more.
The only reason he kept it to himself were the long nights that he would stay up with Sasuke. He was content struggling to stay awake in class just so he could get extra time with him. Nights spent sitting on Naruto's stoop or in Sasuke's car in his driveway or tucked together on Naruto's couch. He would notice that the brunette would fade mentally after a kiss or a touch or a conversation, and Naruto knew it was solely based on the fact that Sasuke was counting down until everything was over. The blond couldn't blame him since he was doing the same thing. He would gently fall back to his thoughts of how much this would hurt when it was put to an abrupt halt. Maybe they were old enough to work through a long-distance relationship. Maybe if he could emotionally detach it wouldn't be so bad. What was the point if he dropped his feelings?
Naruto was walking up Sasuke's long stretch of driveway with his ear pressed to his phone. He was chatting with Gaara, trying to explain to his friend what was going on without explaining what was going on.
Naruto's blue eyes flicked up when he saw light coming from the house and found Sasuke's silhouetted figure waiting for him in the doorway. He waved Sasuke forward and even though it was dark out he knew Sasuke was rolling his eyes at him.
"Naruto, stop answering my questions with other questions," Gaara sighed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Naruto said with a laugh.
"Is this about Sasuke?"
Naruto pursed his lips and clicked his tongue before turning away from Sasuke who was getting closer by the second.
"Hinata? Has she been feeding you information? Is she the mole?"
"It requires zero thought to put together you and him. You didn't elaborate last time, but it's pretty apparent.Are you going to explain or are you going to keep on rolling with the question for a question?"
Naruto couldn't help but laugh, "I cross my heart and hope to die…next phone call. You can't have much time left."
Naruto heard a voice in the background and listened as Gaara's muffled voice answered. Naruto turned when he could hear Sasuke's light footsteps just a few feet away and had to stifle laughter when the brunette literally began dragging him towards the house. Sasuke hooked a finger around a belt loop on Naruto's jeans, tugging and making the blond comply. Naruto would never rip his lucky jeans and Sasuke knew that.
"Your internal clock is impressive."
"Pure talent. I'll accept my award by a generous cash donation to my foundation."
Sasuke snorted, still marching up the driveway with the blond tripping over himself to keep up.
"I'll tell the president.I'll call tomorrow."
They said their goodbyes and Naruto smacked at Sasuke's hand to no avail. He settled for whining.
"Sasuke…these are my favorite pants," He groaned, stretching words to grate on his nerves.
Naruto grabbed at Sasuke's hand, pressing against a pressure point until Sasuke unhooked his finger. The blond took the opportunity to snag Sasuke's hand and lace his fingers with his. He had always been an affectionate person. He held hands with his friends all the time, yet something about holding hands with Sasuke soothed him. He found his hand inching towards Sasuke's without a thought whenever they managed to drift near each other.
It seemed the gentle gesture slowed Sasuke down as he no longer needed to trudge on to the house.
"We don't have to pack anymore books, right?"
"It wasn't that many books," Sasuke grumbled, his eyes forward towards the open door. It was always something he had to mentally prepare himself for, for every time he would enter his house. He had to remind himself it wasn't a home and that he would find one. That even though the days – hours – minutes – were ticking by, he could at least spend them with Naruto. That was something.
"-alphabetical order after you ditched the color coding. Then you didn't even tell me you were doing that by author."
"Everyone does it by author."
Naruto raised on brow, tugging gently on Sasuke's hand to get the brunette to look at him, and Sasuke complied.
Naruto was giving him a half-assed glare, his blue eyes shining with buried laughter and his lips pursed to hold back a smile.
"You did it on purpose. You messed up on purpose."
Naruto gasped, yanking Sasuke's hand with his to pretend to clutch his heart, making Sasuke smirk while he shoved down his own smile and laughter.
"You dare accuse me of wrong doing? How could you?"
"Around the time you started just lobbing books into boxes like a carnival game. That's when I realized, this is it, insult him or kill him."
Naruto couldn't help but laugh, throwing his head back and knocking their shoulders together.
"Are you jealous of my ring toss skills, Uchiha?"
"I'll be sure to call you and beg you to save my life via ring tossing skills should that hostage situation ever occur."
Naruto rolled his eyes, squinting at the bright light from the entry way as they walked up the steps towards it.
"I need to get all the small things packed. That way I can look at the bigger picture a…"
It was a lot to process in such a very short span of time that had to be a single breath of a second.
Upon crossing the threshold into Sasuke's house they were face to face with someone Naruto had only seen at a glance before. Naruto's lips began to part as he watched Sasuke's older brother have his eyes flick over the pair. First to Sasuke, then to Naruto and finally to their hands. Sasuke yanked his hand away like he had been burned. Naruto swallowed to try and find his voice and only managed to look towards the floor and shove his hands in his pockets.
"Itachi," Sasuke said with a curt nod of his head.
"Sasuke," His older brother replied.
Naruto grimaced, lifting his eyes to see the epic stare down between the two brothers. He pointed towards the opened door and took a side step towards it and closed it before shrugging to himself.
"Well not that I don't love being the third wheel in awkward family situations…"
Sasuke turned to shoot a sharp look at Naruto who took another step away from him and turned his eyes to Itachi.
Naruto stuck out his hand, "We've never met before."
Naruto nearly tripped over his own feet when Sasuke's fingers gripped the sleeve of the jacket Naruto was wearing and began yanking him up the stairs without another word.
Even halfway up a flight of stairs and tripping over his own feet, Naruto could still see Itachi clench his jaw before turning away with his shoulders relaxing.
Naruto yanked his arm away when they reached the top of the stairs only to have Sasuke whirl on him and Naruto instinctively took a step back.
"What are you doing?" Sasuke hissed through clench teeth.
"What the hell else am I supposed to do when we walk in holding hands? Back out of the door and tell him it was a dream?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes before turning away but this time Naruto grabbed his arm to pull him back.
"Why should I not meet him?"
"Aside the fact that my family does not know I'm gay?"
Naruto felt his grip slowly fading, "I meant, just…like, as a friend. Why shouldn't I?"
Sasuke's nerves were frayed and he nearly growled, "Because it doesn't matter."
"Do I matter?"
Sasuke inhaled sharply like he was going to say something, but rolled his eyes and turned to go down the hall. Naruto's fingers slipped off his arm without a flinch. His eyes followed Sasuke as he trudged down the hall, shoving open his door and running both hands through his hair as he passed through the doorway.
Naruto wanted to smack himself. Of all times for his filter to give out and all the thoughts he was trying to shove aside to come tumbling out, now was the worst possible time.
He jogged down the hall just as Sasuke stepped out of the view of the doorway and Naruto paused when he entered.
He looked around, spotting Sasuke standing in front of the last of his bookshelves, studying it with rigid shoulders and crossed arms. Naruto walked carefully to side up with Sasuke and tried to force himself to keep his eyes on him.
"I'm –"
"You matter," Sasuke said before Naruto could finish his apology.
Naruto's mouth was open in a half formed thought but he abruptly shut it. His eyes danced around Sasuke's face, trying to study his expression and decode it. He then tried to memorize it so it could be on the backs of his eyelids. He noticed that he had been doing that more and more lately. Trying to take mental snap shots of time with Sasuke.
"I'm sorry," Naruto said in a halfhearted whisper.
Without further preamble, the two set to work silently stripping Sasuke's bookshelf and putting it in boxes. Sasuke soon broke off and began going around the room and packing things that weren't necessary. Trophies, movie cases, an old video game console, a few picture frames and leaving the rest untouched. His fingers hovered over a framed picture that sat next to his bed of all his friends together and decided to leave it there.
Sasuke walked over to where Naruto was still arranging colors or authors or heights and any other thing he could think of. Sasuke set the box down and then crouched next to Naruto, their knees pressed together.
"How long has that been bothering you?"
Naruto barely paused in his ministrations as he plucked books off the shelf and then selected the best box. He gave a small shrug; slightly embarrassed and definitely wishing he hadn't said a damn thing.
It had been five days. They were approaching the end of the week, ticking down the remaining weeks until Sasuke got into a moving truck and didn't look back. Five days since Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hand and pulled him down the stairs only to let go as soon as they reached the door. They didn't discuss it, they didn't agree on anything, they just approached a silent agreement to not discuss it. It had been bothering him ever since they got in the car with Ino in between the two of them and pretended once more like nothing ever happened.
"Sasuke…" Naruto sighed.
The brunette held up a hand to stop Naruto right then, "Remember when you were so content with getting me to open up and talk and share feelings?"
Naruto planted his face in his waiting palms, "I didn't know it would turn you into a socialite."
Sasuke snorted, situating himself so he was sitting on the floor before grabbing Naruto's sleeve and tugging him down to be pressed against his side.
"We don't need to talk about it, honest." Naruto tried again.
Sasuke didn't say anything or move, just stared back in silent protest that he wouldn't let this go.
"Look, I don't want to complicate this. I…I was just, I mean…I just keep thinking about us never talking again. Drifting apart."
Sasuke knew it was only part of the problem, but he wanted to give Naruto a solution.
Naruto plowed on, "I'm sorry I grabbed your hand. I didn't know anyone was here."
Sasuke pulled in a slow breath, his eyes glancing at the mess of books before going back to Naruto. Sasuke leaned over, pressing his lips to Naruto's before pulling back enough to clearly see his face.
"No label," Naruto said. "Maybe a code noise for family being home? Like cawing like a bird or clucking like a chicken."
Sasuke gave his head a small shake, "I didn't know he was here."
"A bell, then. Strap it to his shirt or something."
Sasuke snorted, "That will work out great."
"Do you think…is it going to be a problem?" Naruto fidgeted restlessly.
"No." Sasuke lied quickly. The frown that carved out Naruto's lips told him he didn't believe it.
Sasuke head turned away from Naruto when he heard the front door snap shut and the blond could have sworn he saw Sasuke's lips twitch in an uncertain manner.
Sasuke stood, walking across the room until he was facing out the window, pushing the curtains aside to glance out. Sasuke froze for a second before muttering under his breath.
"Fuck," He snapped out harshly.
"What's wrong?"
"My parents are here."
Naruto sucked in a sharp breath, "I can go out the back door. I can run."
Sasuke looked over his shoulder with a glare before his face softened, noticing Naruto was absolutely serious.
"Sit back down, idiot. Your car is still out front."
Naruto showed off his middle finger and tried to capture Sasuke's glare with his own features.
"I was trying to help, bastard."
Sasuke turned back towards the window, watching his brother exchange a few words and gentle gestures with his parents. He could feel his shoulders rise and bunch from tension. He watched his father give one firm nod and his mother reach forward and gently squeeze Itachi's hands. They turned back towards their car and Itachi turned back around to go back in the house.
"They're leaving?"
Naruto felt one brow raise in confusion, "Did they just do a drive by or something?"
Sasuke raised one shoulder as his eyes followed his parents' car as it descended the driveway, "I don't know. They talked to Itachi and then left."
"Well, I know an exit when I see one."
Sasuke turned as Naruto was pulling Sasuke's hoodie over his head, the one he still hadn't given back. Naruto followed Sasuke's eyes to the stolen clothing before pulling a face.
"Maybe I should just go home without a jacket."
"The last thing I need is Iruka hunting me down because you came home slightly cold."
Naruto let out a huff of a laugh, refusing to make eye contact. It had been the most awkward half hour of his entire life.
Sasuke looked down the hall before stepping up to Naruto and grabbing the front of the hoodie. He pulled him forward, pressing their lips together. It was a silent reassurance – he hoped at least – that would let Naruto know he wasn't going to back down again. He knew he needed to finish talking to him, but right now wasn't the greatest time.
Sasuke walked Naruto downstairs to the door, his eyes roaming and looking for any sign of his brother. Naruto walked out the front door without so much as a glance back and it both relaxed and infuriated Sasuke.
He sighed and shut the door when he saw the headlights turn on and heard the car come to life. When he turned, it took everything in him not to jump out of his skin and yell at the top of his lungs.
Itachi was standing there, his hands clasped behind his back, his face its usual stone mask.
"What happened with mother and father?" Sasuke asked, his tone perfectly even.
"I told them you and I needed some privacy as we were bonding as brothers."
Sasuke couldn't help the curl of his lip, making Itachi release the smallest of chuckles.
"You haven't eaten," Itachi said more as an observation than asking.
"I've been busy."
"Well, now you aren't. I'll make dinner."
Sasuke schooled his face before he made another disgusted look, "I still have more packing to do."
"Then you can take a break," Itachi replied simply.
"I'm not hungry," Sasuke shot back politely.
"And yet your stomach has been preforming its own symphony to accompany this discussion."
Sasuke clenched his jaw as Itachi turned, knowing damn well he had won and followed after his older brother. He knew what was coming. Sasuke could practically see it playing like a film in his mind. The awkward conversation, the long questions hanging in the air, and every little sliver of privacy Sasuke has ever been awarded getting taken away.
"Stop over dramatizing this entire situation, little brother."
Sasuke flicked a glare at his brother as they entered the kitchen. Itachi already had a pot and a few pans atop the stove, the oven turned on, and three plates laid out on the kitchen island. Sasuke took a seat on one of the stools, refusing to offer help.
"I haven't said a word."
"Don't have to," Itachi said simply, cracking open the fridge and grabbing more food.
"When was the last time you cooked?" Sasuke asked, hoping he could avoid the inevitable.
Itachi let out a small hum in thought, "I do believe we were in the old house. I know at the time you weren't fond of thunder."
Sasuke eyed the three plates and Itachi caught him staring.
"I had been planning to make a dinner for us and I had enough for your…friend. You seemed eager to get rid of him though."
Here we go.
"Please don't do this," Sasuke muttered, instantly rubbing his forehead with his hand. He knew a headache would start any second.
Itachi paused for the briefest of moments, seeming to consider his brother's plea.
"Were you going to do this if he was still here?"
"What is his name?"
Sasuke looked up to shoot Itachi a glare. Itachi was busy placing the chicken breast in the searing pan, grabbing herbs and spices from the cabinet.
"His name is Naruto."
Itachi's head snapped up just slightly so the older Uchiha's eyes were level with the cabinet. He hadn't exactly expected to get an answer.
"I was not planning to do this if he had stayed. Though now he is gone we can avoid dragging him into the most awkward conversation of our lives."
That statement actually scared a clipped laugh out of Sasuke.
"We can just skip in general," He mumbled.
"How long have you been together?"
Sauske couldn't think past the panic sirens wailing in his head.
"We aren't together." He managed.
"Because you've always been the affectionate type, holding hands with whomever you come across."
"We. Aren't." Sasuke ground out.
Itachi turned, his face still blank and his hands wrapped up in a hand towel. "You're the worst liar I've ever come across."
Sasuke held in a sigh, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw popped, "I'm telling you the truth."
"You aren't the 'friends with benefits' type."
Sasuke might not be the type to blush, but he had to drop his face in his hands to hide it.
"Ah, I see. Friends with benefits. Would have never seen that coming."
Sasuke slid off the stool as smooth as possible, "And I'm done. I'm not hungry."
"I'm just concerned."
"Nothing to worry over," Sasuke said briskly, trying to hurry out of the room.
Itachi's lips barely twitched, "I don't want you getting hurt, Sasuke."
Sasuke was shocked enough to stop and turn towards his brother. He took a brief second to study his face. Usually it was schooled into a perfect blank mask that they had both learned from their father. They were bred to be hard to read. Yet there was the smallest of creases between his brows, the ends of his mouth just slightly turned down. His jaw was set. He wasn't kidding.
"What do you care?"
Sasuke hadn't intended to sound harsh or rude or upset, but when his indignation spilled from his lips, it was quite obvious.
The uncomfortable feel through the room became filled with tension.
Itachi turned to give a pot a stir and tossed some things in a pan before he turned to motion Sasuke to sit back down. He didn't budge from standing in the doorway.
Itachi had to refrain from clicking his tongue, "You're still my brother."
"You're my roommate, nothing more."
Itachi's brows raised in surprise and it made Sasuke scoff.
"We are Uchiha. We are brothers."
Sasuke saw red. "You haven't given a single moment of second thought about me. We do not talk. We don't even know each other. I just found out you can cook for fuck sake. How many nights have I not been home? What classes am I taking? What college am I attending? What are my friends' names? Why, pray tell, does now seem like a great time to be involved in caring about me?"
"You spend three to four nights a week out of this house, I've never been worried about it because you're smarter than most give teenagers credit for. You're on the debate team, student body president, and you're in all but one AP class; the only reason is because you can't stand history. You've gotten three early acceptance letters but you're holding out for a college that isn't Ivy League. I'm still thinking it's because you want to make father murder you but you've surprised me before."
Sasuke knew his lips parted, so he quickly pressed them back together before his jaw completely dropped. There was a moments pause where Sasuke made eye contact with his older brother, and it seemed to be the deciding factor.
He walked back to the kitchen island, grabbed the plate that was set out for him, and held it out towards his brother. Itachi took it, placed a chicken breast and the sautéed vegetables on the plate, and passed it back. The two settled across from each other at the large dining room table.
Sasuke took a bite of the chicken, "Well…that was unexpected."
"That good?" Itachi said a little smugly.
"It tastes awful," Sasuke deadpanned.
Itachi took a bite himself before putting down his eating utensils and sliding the plate away, "Pizza."
"God, no. No more pizza for as long as I live."
"Now I know we're out of touch, but I can't remember an actual time you turned down pizza. Perhaps you're dying."
Sasuke glared at his brother, but one side of his mouth turned up as he tried to hide a smile.
"Naruto's diet consists of pizza and things like pizza or something that has pizza toppings. Occasionally he gets swayed to have a burger."
Itachi let out a small huff that was as close as someone could get to making him laugh.
"For what it's worth, I can tell you've been happier."
Sasuke cast his eyes downward, "I have."
"Why didn't you say anything when we discussed the move?"
The younger Uchiha shrugged, "Nothing would have come of it."
"The only reason they agreed to the position Father was offered was because they thought we had no ties here."
"Well, to be fair to them, I didn't until recently."
"How are they handling the news of the move? Your friends. Naruto."
"Well, no one is happy about it."
"Are you prepared to have a long-distance relationship?"
Sasuke smacked his forehead, "We aren't in a relationship."
"Right. Friends."
Between the anxiety, irritation and pure uncomfortable conversation, Sasuke was reaching another tipping point. As if his anger hadn't been already prodded in the past twenty minutes, it seemed like Itachi was doing it on purpose, and Sasuke was reaching boiling point.
"You want the truth? Fine." He shoved his plate skittering down the table, "I'm not dating him. You want to know why? Because we're moving. I wasn't stupid enough to dive into a relationship when we're going across the country. The big issue is that I cannot – in any way, shape or form – ignore that I have feelings for him. So I got selfish. I decided to have what I could while I could have it. You rubbing my fucking nose in it doesn't help the shit situation that I'm in. I know you want to say some bullshit life advice on how I'll find love somewhere else and I'll get over this. That isn't something you just get over. And don't you fucking dare tell me what I am or am not feeling. I know what this is."
Sasuke stood, pushing the chair back, "You probably want to tell me that I'll make new friends. That I can find happiness or something equally 'uplifting', but I don't want to hear it. Are you happy now? We bonded. And big fucking news flash here, Itachi, but I'd like mother and father to be unaware of my spectacular stumble which caused me to come out of the closet."
Itachi was blinking rapidly, like he was trying to process everything that Sasuke snapped at him, and before he could say anything in retort, Sasuke strode out of the kitchen into the hall and right out the front door. He didn't bother with shoes or his wallet or a jacket or his keys. His breath was fogging in his face with each angry breath he took.
He dug his phone out of his pocket and kept walking.
Are you awake?
He made it halfway down the driveway by the time his phone dinged with a message back from Naruto.
Unless my essay can magically be written while doing so, totes awake.
Can you come pick me up?
Am I helping you bury a body?
I'm walking towards your house.
Naruto felt his lips pull into a frown. There was no reason Sasuke would walk to his house. He felt the slightest sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
I'm coming.
Naruto still hadn't taken off the hoodie and didn't bother with shoes. He knew the car would still be warm. With Iruka still sleeping he didn't have to stop and explain. He rushed down the stairs as quietly as possible and swiped the keys from the kitchen counter where he had set them out for Iruka.
Sasuke had made great time by the time Naruto reached the stop sign near the turn towards his house. He had to stop himself from rolling the window down and screaming at Sasuke for walking around with just jeans and a shirt on. Instead Sasuke jogged over to the car and hopped in while Naruto threw the car in park. He tugged Sasuke's hoodie over his head and threw it in his lap and gave him a pointed look.
Sasuke tugged the hoodie over his head while Naruto made a U-turn and they sat in silence until Naruto put the car in park back in the driveway at his house.
"Did your parents come back?"
Sasuke shook his head, "No, just Itachi."
Naruto winced, "That isn't much better. Did he uh…you know, bring up us?"
Sasuke reached over and turned the car off before pulling the keys out of the ignition and climbed out of the car, and silently Naruto followed suit.
Sasuke was walking up the stairs inside the house without waiting while Naruto locked up behind him and put the keys back where Iruka could find them. He grabbed two water bottles, picked up his abandoned backpack and trudged up the stairs. He paused at the top, glancing towards Iruka's room and finding the door still shut and the light still off.
He closed his own bedroom door behind himself and found Sasuke glaring down his essay.
"Sorry golden boy, my grammar and spelling suck. My dad fell asleep with the computer so I have to type it out tomorrow and do the rough on paper."
"Like a caveman," Sasuke replied dryly, making Naruto chuckle.
Naruto sided up next to him, hooking a finger in the belt loop on his side and tugging at it gently until Sasuke tuned to face him. Naruto's eyes flicked back and forth, trying to get a read on Sasuke and what was going on, but his eyes that usually showed all his emotion were hard.
"What happened?" Naruto asked in a whisper, a ball of guilt making a home in his chest.
Sasuke reached up and gripped the back of Naruto's neck, pulling his face towards his, brushing their lips together.
Naruto could still feel the tension in Sasuke's stiff touch and his taught shoulders and his rigid posture, but he still kissed back. He unhooked his finger and turned just as Sasuke did so they could properly face each other. The tips of Naruto's fingers dripped down the front of Sasuke's clothed chest, and pale digits flitted up to bury themselves in soft blond strands. Naruto separated their lips at the first small tug to his hair, trying his hardest to stop the small groan and failing. Naruto deftly moved his head where Sasuke wanted it to go with each small pull to his hair, pressing firm lips to Naruto's jaw and neck and below his ear. Naruto was resorting to biting his lip, his chest heaving with the force of suppressing every noise that tried to climb his throat. His fingers were twisted in Sasuke's shirt, bunching up the sides and slowly inching it up, exposing inches of toned stomach.
His fingers loosened, trailing down before tucking under the hem of Sasuke's shirt and dusting his skin. A sharper tug to Naruto's hair from Sasuke caused a small chain reaction. Sasuke dragged his teeth over Naruto's ear lobe, making Naruto bite his lip even though the rumble of the moan played against Sasuke's lips when they went back to his neck. Naruto's nails scraped against Sasuke's skin, making him moan against Naruto's neck before letting his hands drop to his hips, pressing the two of them together. Something was exhilarating about having their erections grind against each other while their mouths toyed with silence and exposed skin.
Naruto was starting to pant from the force of trying to keep quiet and a small fire had begun to burn in the pit of his stomach and with each shuffle of Sasuke's feet and press of their erections, the pleasant warmth spread to his thighs and dick.
Naruto managed to pull back long enough to pull Sasuke's shirt over his head after having become sick and tired of the hindrance. Sasuke managed to withdrawal his hands and lips to help relieve himself of his shirt before helping Naruto peel his off. Sasuke grabbed at Naruto's hips, pressing in his fingertips and barely grazing his nails over the soft skin, causing Naruto to shiver. Naruto felt Sasuke tug at him at his waist, and Naruto pressed his lips to Sasuke's as they shuffled awkwardly towards the bed. Naruto was relieved to be able to focus his moans in the heat of Sauske's mouth while their tongues twisted together.
Just as the back of Sasuke's legs bumped the bed, he stood his ground and his fingers went from Naruto's hips to having his index finger slide back and forth under the waist band of his jeans. His knuckle brushed against Naruto's skin, making him nip at Sasuke's lip. Sasuke pulled back, staring into Naruto's eyes and asking the silent question. Naruto answered with a hard press of his lips to Sasuke's, his own hands coming to undo the button and yank down the zipper of his jeans. He guided Sasuke's hands to the clothing, pressing his hands against the fabric and tried to calm his breathing.
Sasuke's ministrations were slow and methodic as he did away with Naruto's pants and boxers.
Naruto's body shivered in the sudden chill he found himself in as he stepped out of his clothes, and Sasuke pressed their bodies back together as his fingers busied with his own pants. Naruto's hands batted away Sasuke's nimble fingers and undid his jeans and yanked them down along with his boxer briefs.
Their hearts were nearly pounding out of their chests as they heaved for breaths and panted with hot desire that seared them from within. Sasuke brought his hands up to cradle Naruto's face, brushing his lips with a gentle kiss before searching his bright eyes.
The flushed cheeks, the blown pupils and the glazed over eyes made Sasuke's cock twitch, but he stuffed the desire down for the briefest moments.
"Tell me when to stop," He whispered, his lungs still trying to catch up.
"It sure as fuck isn't happening now," Naruto croaked out.
Sauske barley formed a smirk when Naruto's lips crashed with his and Sasuke reached down just slightly to have his hands grab at the back of Naruto's thighs before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Naruto gasped, first in surprise as Sasuke smoothly tugged him onto his lap with his knees pressed to either side of Sasuke's waste. Then, he was immediately drowned back into the blissful pleasure he had been experiencing as Sasuke's nimble fingers wrapped around his cock.
It was an entirely familiar feeling but at the same time something new entirely. He never knew it could feel so good to have someone else do something to you that you've done before.
"Ah…" Naruto bit down on his lip but it barely lasted. "Sasuke. I don't know how quiet I can be."
Sasuke groaned against his neck before sucking in a sharp breath when Naruto took his dick in his hand and began matching Sasuke's teasing pace. Naruto's free hand came up to pinch at Sasuke's nipple, causing the brunette to dig his teeth into Naruto's collar bone, causing him to lean his head back and let out a breathy moan. Sasuke used his free hand to press against Naruto's noisy mouth.
Either Naruto appreciated the sentiment or the action spurred him on to be more bold since he could be partially silenced, he squeezed his hand around Sasuke's cock tighter making him hiss. Sasuke's hand mimicked Naruto's before picking up the pace, becoming more furious and desperate. He buried his face in the crook of Naruto's neck, trying to placate his moans by busing his lips.
Naruto's lips had parted and his moans were still low enough that Sasuke's hand was covering up the majority of the noise. The faster Sasuke went, the more Naruto pumped Sasuke's cock to keep up and match speed. Sasuke pulled his face back, panting and pumping his hand vigorously and stealing a look at Naruto.
His chest was heaving, splotched with red and just barely prickling with sweat. His head was thrown back with his eyes screwed shut with Sasuke's hand still firmly placed over his lips. He could feel each curse that was being written on his lips, he felt the vibrations of every moan. Sasuke was shocked he didn't cum right then and there.
He removed his hand from Naruto's mouth, wrapping it around the back of his neck and pulling Naruto forward so their foreheads rested together.
"I'm going to cum," Sasuke whispered.
"Yes. Yes, yes. Me too, me too, oh shit, me too," Naruto chanted, nearly whimpering the words like a desperate prayer.
Naruto felt the warmth spread as his stomach began to clench and in the last desperate moment he pressed his lips to Sasuke's just as he had his name fall from his lips.
Naruto's body shook and his thighs clamped around Sasuke's hips. His free hand dug into Sasuke's hair, grabbing a fist full as he kept the moan in his throat as his orgasm wracked his frame. He tried to keep part of his brain focused on steadily jerking Sasuke's off, but as Sasuke's hand continued to pump and Naruto's cum spattered on him and on Sasuke's stomach, he couldn't be sure if he stopped or slowed. As the high of his pleasure began to ebb away he became more and more desperate to have Sasuke reach a higher level of bliss than he had touched.
Naruto sucked Sasuke's bottom lip in between his teeth while he tugged a little more roughly on Sasuke's hair, causing the most unguarded and obscene noise to break free from Sasuke's throat. Naruto pressed on, stroking Sasuke even through the tired burn in his arm and the ache in his wrist.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Sasuke was panting, both hands gripping Naruto's hips despite one having splotches of cum.
Naruto barely leaned forward, pressing his lips to Sasuke's ear and let out the smallest moan that wrapped around his name. Naruto heard Sasuke whisper out his own name before burying his face in Naruto's neck and wrapping his arms around Naruto's midsection as his body quaked. The hot cum that covered Naruto's hand next seemed like some sort of trophy. He listed to the small whimpers pass though Sasuke's lips as Naruto continued to stroke him through his orgasm, feeling some sort of pride to undo Sasuke Uchiha with just one hand.
They took a moment to catch their breath and Naruto tried concentrating to hear if Iruka might have been woken, but the house was still silent. Sasuke loosened his arms from around Naruto and the blond leaned down to place a long, searing kiss to his lips.
Naruto went to bring his other hand up to bury into Sasuke's damp hair and stopped just shy, realizing that his right hand had cum on it.
He gave Sasuke's a chaste kiss before whispering, "I'll go get a washcloth and a towel."
They slowly untangled themselves from each other, with Naruto tiptoeing out of the room and Sasuke single handedly picking up their shirts and boxers for them to get into for sleep.
Naruto brought back two washcloths and two hand towels, and without so much as a word of discussion, they began to wipe each other off. Though completely able to handle their own bodies it was still hard to keep their hands to themselves. They wiped themselves clean and Naruto purposefully took Sasuke's shirt after slipping on his boxers. Naruto personally appreciated how his own shirt clung in all the right parts of Sasuke; his shoulders, his chest and across his upper back.
They crawled and wiggled under the comforter on Naruto's bed, Sasuke stretching his arm across Naruto stomach to his hip, and dragging him to his chest and making the blond laugh. It was a tired and joyous sound that brought a smile to Sasuke's lips.
"I still need to finish my essay," Naruto muttered, his voice laden with sleep.
"I'll help you in the morning."
Naruto groaned, "I don't even want to think about waking up in seven hours."
"Six hours. The essay."
Naruto turned his face to glare at Sasuke even with his dropping lids. Sasuke could only manage to shake his head. Naruto pressed his lips to Sasuke's forehead before turning to his side, his back pressed against Sasuke's chest with his arm tucked around Naruto's stomach. Sasuke pressed a kiss to the back of Naruto's neck.
"Goodnight, idiot."
"Fuck off, bastard."
Despite not knowing what he was going to face with the move, with the tension with his brother, it was the first time in a long time Sasuke had fallen asleep with a smile on his lips.