Brain Damage
Chapter Fourteen

Naruto found that once he'd breached the two week mark in September, he liked Japanese weather, for what felt like the first time in ages. It was finally beginning to dip down to a manageable sixty or seventy degrees every day, and while still very humid, it was becoming much more like the weather at home. His parent's business was prospering, gaining an almost cult status and hosting gigs for musicians, writers, and the occasional comedian that was bringing in a real profit for the first time since they moved in. For the same reason, Naruto has escalated from helping out around the store to working there about twenty to thirty hours a week, something Sasuke was okay with since he was so busy with after school studies and activities regardless. Although his father rarely bothered to show up at his track meets, if he ever did bother to go, he wouldn't want Naruto to be there. He was too easy to recognize, way too loud, and something Sasuke had promised to not see again.

The same sort of way he'd promised to never talk to Gaara again.

Since his last letter, he hadn't received a response. And he'd stopped looking for one. Miss Choi always left his letters in the same place, and she never asked any questions. If he'd received something, she'd have given it to him. The burden that was Gaara, which had convened like a possessive spirit weighing on his shoulders, had finally given way and everything felt much lighter. For the first time in his life, he was really considering burning all of the previous letters as well, destroying the last mementos of a part of his life he was more than happy to be rid of. Naruto was so different than Gaara, and so different from Sasuke, and that seemed to be the best reason for them to be together. To fit together. Their time apart seemed to be good for Sasuke's health as well – forgiving him came much easier when he wasn't being chased all the time.

The small amount of time he spent with Itachi indicated that everything was alright. His brother spent most of his time in his room, and when he went out he would stay out for long periods of time, at least ten or twelve hours. But on the occasions they crossed paths – the occasional meal or seeing each other on the staircase – Itachi didn't pay him much mind or give him the kinds of looks he was expecting. Like Naruto, his parents were working more than ever as the tourism season was finally over and the numbers were coming in. The few times he did see his mother, she looked a tad less gorgeous with her exhaustion, dark circles underneath her dark eyes and her lips a little thinner than usual. The two times he'd seen his father all month, the man had been at the very end of his rope, and Sasuke had stayed out of his way.

The fact that he was managing to find time to juggle all of his responsibilities was truly incredible if one assumed he was getting the appropriate amount of sleep every night, and unfortunately, he was. His time with Naruto was dwindling to a smaller allotment each day as he balanced classwork, homework, cram work, track, and photography, and it was slowly becoming uncomfortable for him. He assumed that Naruto disliked not being around him as much, because every time they were apart the blonde ended up doing something incredibly stupid, but Sasuke had never really shared the sentiment before. In fact, he usually cherished the moments when Naruto wasn't blabbing to him or feeling him up in public but things… had changed.

It was almost a kind of insecurity. And it didn't really go to say that Naruto didn't touch him, he most certainly did. He just… did it less. Naruto had begun concentrating more in class, and working with more vigor on his assignments in just about every area. Sasuke didn't know what the motivation was – perhaps he genuinely just wanted to do well, but he doubted it. Naruto had never had that kind of intrinsic motivation before. And Sasuke hadn't made any kind of deal with him either, something like "You make straight A's and I'll do (something lewd and unmentionable)". Not only was Naruto touching him less, but since the party, Naruto's popularity with other students had blown out of proportion. Although the blonde wanted to be around Sasuke above anyone else, if Sasuke denied him twice, he would actually leave. Go spend time with the growing group of girls who seemed to fancy him, which really pissed Sasuke off.

He didn't really know what he was feeling. On the one hand, he was happy. He was doing better in his classes than he ever had, and next year, he could possibly test out of the international school and enter a real school with students who could actually communicate to one another. A school that didn't have to cancel every holiday because it was too denominational, a school that didn't have Saudi Arabian royalty attending and thus had to bulletproof every window in the building. It was the best international school, certainly, but going to the best international school only meant something if you were planning to return to your home country. Being Japanese born but raised in Korea…? It was insulting. And there was no way he was going to get any respect or get into the best schools if he was stuck in a place like this.

Things were different. Uncomfortable, even.

xx

Naruto wasn't nearly as conflicted as Sasuke was, but hot damn, he was getting kinda fuckin' emo. No lies. September was hell month. Yeah, the weather was wonderful, finally coming down in temperature and the humidity vanishing, and since Japan was an island with the sea breezes always coming in, it really was starting to feel like San Francisco. And he loved that. But everywhere he looked were reminders that this was not San Francisco, and the only thing that ever kept him from feeling homesick seemed to never be around these days.

God, he was in love. He was in the best kind of love, the truest love he'd ever felt, a love so strong he didn't need to act on it half as much as he used to because it was so perfect the way that it was. He'd be sweeping the store, getting ready for the next stampede of people to destroy it again, and he'd see something that reminded him of Sasuke and bam, it was like getting hit by a truck, but it was a really really nice truck that made his legs feel like jelly. Kind of like they did right after having an orgasm. That was his life, all the time, anytime he was reminded of Sasuke. So why was he depressed? Because he was in this weird kind of limbo and it was really making him do stupid shit.

He wasn't really sure if Sasuke was still angry with him or not. As a general rule, Sasuke was always upset with him, but they had good points and bad points. Good points would be the kind of angry that passed easily, that was very temporary and almost just a part of being around Sasuke. Bad points would be when Sasuke would hit him and he would feel the malice in it, or when he would glare and Naruto would feel it in his guts. And he'd had plenty of those moments. He'd also had plenty of moments where Sasuke wasn't angry at all, when they were in bed together kissing, or in the car arguing about music and art, or when Sasuke was explaining things that were inherently Japanese that Naruto simply didn't get. These moments made Naruto fucking warm, giddy like a child, struck stupid and not really aware of what was going on.

Right now, he didn't really know where he was in the balance of things. Sasuke had increased his workload to an incredible level, so much work that for the first time, Naruto wasn't really sure if the Uchiha would actually be able to handle it. Sasuke's patience seemed to always be at its breaking point, and so Naruto couldn't pester him too badly. As a result, he found himself concentrating a little harder on his school work, and on the occasions he did touch him, he took care in making sure it was a little less skeevy and a little more like a boyfriend would. And for once, Sasuke didn't seem outwardly upset with him, but something was off, and he didn't like it.

Three and a half weeks into September, when it had actually gotten a bit nippy and he resolved to start wearing slightly warmer clothes, Sasuke came into class wearing a sling. It wasn't the kind of sling that attracted a lot of attention, the kind that screamed, LOOK AT ME, I HAVE BEEN INJURED! His arm wasn't in a cast, either, nor was there a band from the emergency room on either one of his wrists. No, it was just a sling, an ordinary sling you could buy from a drug store, and it afflicted Sasuke's non-dominant arm, so he acted as if everything was alright and that it really, really wasn't a big deal. But Naruto's blue eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree – a very horrified, slightly sick Christmas tree, and said a little too loudly:

"OMIGOD WHAT HAPPENED."

Sasuke cringed. "You're loud. It's early."

"SASUKE, SERIOUSLY."

"I tripped over a hurdle in track. I looked like an idiot. Please make me relive it again, it's just what I was hoping for this morning."

And there it was, that malice, the malice that made Naruto's ears flatten to his head like a scolded pup. "Can I look at it? I can give you something that will make it hurt less. Why don't you have a cast on? I.." He paused, and Sasuke was still looking at him, waiting for him to finish. Naruto smiled a little. "I'm sorry you got hurt. I love you so much. You don't even know, Heartbreak. You're my life. And not in the weird way that people say in movies so that the girl will finally sleep with them. In the way that I seriously only get out of bed every morning to come see you. You are so awesome and you are so funny and even when you're mad, I just can't help but think about how much I really, really like you. I can't even put it into words. And it really sucks! You know? Japanese really, really sucks. In English, you can be more articulate than in almost any other language. You can express ideas in English in ways you can't express in Japanese. We've got almost a million words! I can't speak this stupid language well enough to tell you how much you mean to me and that makes me fucking crazy!"

Sasuke stared at him for a moment. As did their entire class. Which had been staring at them before because Sasuke came in wearing a sling, but they were now far more interested in Naruto's outburst.

"…uh. Yeah. Clearly."

Naruto looked up at Sasuke and let out a nervous, but genuinely amused laugh.

"Hey, can we go on a date? A real date? Dinner and everything?"

Sasuke, who'd been trying to hold onto his cool exterior, looked a little uncomfortable. "Can we talk about this later?"

"No, we can't." Naruto was looking at him with a sort of resolute urgency. "Because you're always busy and you never talk to me and when class is out, I have to go work my ass off at the stupid store because some stupid indie singer who thinks he's so cool for singing in English – WHY, by the way, do the Japanese sing in English when they DO NOT KNOW ENGLISH, seriously? Heartfully singing Lover, lover, it's cashew time doesn't make sense unless- you know, nevermind, anyway, this stupid indie singer who's all OH YEAH, CASHEW TIME, LOOK AT MY FEELINGS is coming and he's apparently hot shit even though he can only play two chords on his stupid guitar, so I'll be working until close and then two hours after that, and by then you'll be asleep, and then this will repeat tomorrow and we will never go on a date and then HO, GODZILLA WILL ATTACK because nobody will be expecting it and THAT'S WHEN HE BREACHES THE TERRITORY, and then we'll all die and everything will suck so WHEN ARE YOU FREE."

And then something happened that Naruto did not expect. It was very subtle, something that could only be seen in Sasuke's gorgeous features, but it was… calm. A complete disregard for the stares of those around them. Uchiha Sasuke, one of the biggest prudes he'd ever met by nature, just… didn't care. And if he wasn't so happy for this small blessing, it would have unnerved him. The sudden change of character. It would have upset him, but instead, just seeing that lack of care, and then the way Sasuke snorted and brushed his bangs out of his face… everything felt fine.

"…let me look in my planner. I'll get back to you at lunch."

xx

The student council wrapped up the session and Sasuke was feeling pretty accomplished, if he did say so himself. The freshman class trip was polished and primed, and every rough edge and loose end was buffed and serged. All of the money was accounted for and locked safely away in the treasury, soon to be delivered for deposits. Every teacher of a freshman class was providing their services as chaperones. Almost the entire Inn had been reserved for two person rooms, and meals had been pre-purchased from the Inn and several restaurants around town. Tours, museum tickets, and hiking guides had been booked. It had been a long, tedious process, but everything was settled at last. It was going to be a fun trip even if everything went wrong, and they were going to do a lot of hiking, see a lot of historical sites, and take plenty of onsen baths.

There were a few freshmen who hadn't been lucky enough to either scrape up the money for the trip or, in general, have permission to go via their families. Some did have permission to go, but weren't allowed to take public baths because it was against their religion, or simply too scandalizing for their fifteen to eighteen year old to do. Sasuke pitied them a little, but not too much, since if there had been many more students, they would have had to use two Inns and that would have been twice as much hassle shoved onto his shoulders.

Today, however, today was good. Today was Saturday. Saturday, as he'd promised Naruto not long ago, was one of His days. He'd gone to class, then to cram school, then to his student council meeting, and now he was going home. Saturday was the only day of the week he did not do homework, and this was the day he was going on their date. As Naruto called it, a real date. In Sasuke's opinion, they'd been on plenty of real dates before, and honestly he was a little miffed that Naruto didn't think they were dates. Naruto's explanation was that a Real Date meant Naruto picked him up and then paid for everything and basically treated him like a woman, as he was prone to do. This plan had a flaw or two – for example, Naruto couldn't actually come pick him up. Even if the blonde had a means of retrieving him that wasn't a bicycle and then several different means of public transportation, Fugaku would murder both of them if Naruto knocked on the Uchiha mansion's door. So instead, Sasuke was meeting him there, at a restaurant he'd never heard of somewhat late in the evening.

He took a shower when he arrived home, taking an amount of care in cleaning himself that he didn't usually take (as in, an extra twenty minutes with a bar of soap that was slowly decreasing in size) and he dressed plainly, but formally. He doubted Naruto would wear anything too special – the most formal thing he'd ever seen Naruto in was his school uniform, and that really didn't say much. If the blonde did have a suit lying around, it was probably day glow orange, or white that he had tie-dyed. There were very few times Sasuke genuinely didn't want to be seen in public with him, but the day Naruto wore a tie-dye suit, or god forbid a tuxedo, Sasuke would probably break up with him on principle.

Probably.

He had an hour or so to spare before he needed to leave, so he glided downstairs for a sandwich to tide himself over, as his hunger was already making him a bit lightheaded. To his surprise, the kitchen was occupied, not by his parents or any of the maids but by Shisui, who was standing next to the oven, his long, curly hair tied up and out of his way. It looked like he was stir-frying noodles and vegetables, and as he drew closer he noticed that he had a pair of earbuds in his ears, accounting for the slight sway in hips. Sasuke sat down at the kitchen table, quietly, the task of making a sandwich one he could easily do around Shisui, but he didn't want to. There was a certain privacy he took when working in the kitchen, and he didn't like other people to be around.

Sasuke took out his phone and exchanged a couple of text messages with Naruto, but quickly grew bored of it as he recalled that Naruto seemed to have an innate ability to not make sense in the art of the written word. If it was a statement as simple as I'll be there at 8 o'clock, he seemed to do fine, but anything more advanced that and Naruto dissolved into abbreviations.

"Ah! Sasuke-kun! My lord, you scared me, I didn't see you come in."

Shisui was holding one very large plate of omelets, bacon, fruit, and something else he couldn't quite identify, and another plate of the same items but on a slightly smaller scale. "Sorry, Shisui." He didn't really sound sorry, more apathetic than anything else. Sasuke didn't have much of a relationship with his elder cousin, the extent of his feelings was slightly negative for stealing Itachi away from him at such a young age, so consistently. Shisui had gone on to go to Tokyo University and got a rather useless degree in art, seeing as his cousin had no job to speak of, and was supposedly living off inheritance money. Fugaku spent a lot of time ranting about him, because although Sasuke only disliked him a little, his father hated him. Which really didn't seem to stop Itachi at all. Maybe that was why Itachi didn't tell on him to their father, because his relationship with Shisui was as forbidden as Sasuke's relationship with Naruto.

Well, perhaps not as forbidden, but bad enough.

Shisui left after he prepared a tray, bidding Sasuke goodbye and giving him the privacy he needed to make his food. Although the smell of the meal Shisui had made only caused his hunger to increase, he had to save room for the meal Naruto was planning to pay for (though Sasuke was taking his wallet just in case). He prepared a sandwich and microwaved it for a few seconds to get it warm, taking it and a soda upstairs to his bedroom. The house was appropriately silent again, its gravity making the noise all the noisier and the silence all the more quiet. He ate slowly, killing time, and when he was finished he made sure he still looked decent and hadn't accumulated too must of a mess on his clothes.

He left the house at around seven thirty, and found that although the restaurant wasn't really close, he saved a lot of time looking up the address and putting it into his GPS, rather than trying to follow directions, and when he arrived, he was a little early. Naruto wasn't there, because the idiot never got anywhere early and Sasuke checked to see if he'd been smart enough to get a reservation so Sasuke could sit down, but no luck with that, either. Granted, it didn't look like the kind of restaurant you would need a reservation for. It wasn't an upscale place, necessarily, not the kind of place you would need to dress up for and not the kind of place you would be free of screaming children at, but it wasn't cheap, either. They served a wide variety of foods, but seemed to specialize in different types of grilled fish, and it didn't take too long for Naruto to arrive.

To his surprise, the blonde cleaned up pretty well. His hair was unruly as ever and he still stuck out like a sore thumb, as tall as he was, but he was wearing a neutral long sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki pants. The more Sasuke stared, the more intrigued and attracted to him he was, and he flushed a bit when Naruto caught sight of him and smiled, jogging to his side. "Hey, Sasuke! Sorry I'm kinda late, the buses weren't moving fast 'cuz of a traffic jam. I'll get our table…"

xx

This was going well. Naruto was actually really pleased with himself. For one, Sasuke was really, really hot. He was always hot, but he looked much more attractive under dim light in clothes that actually fit him, versus ultra-fucking-florescent in a school uniform maybe a size or two too big. You'd figure with rich parents like his, the kid would be able to afford a uniform suited to his size, but no. In normal clothes, however, Sasuke went from 'incredibly attractive in every way that sent Naruto into a sex crazed spiral that kept him up through all hours of the night furiously, but quietly, masturbating' to… whatever the hell was more intense than that. That was what this was, being with Sasuke right now.

Sasuke seemed hungry, because he ordered a hugeass meal when the time came around, and Naruto never saw Sasuke really eat anything larger than the palm of his hand. He didn't know if it was because the Uchiha was watching his weight (and Naruto sincerely hoped this wasn't the case, considering he kind of wanted Sasuke's ass to be a bit fatter, as there really wasn't anything happening there), or if it was because he was just never really hungry, or maybe it was because his stomach was so tuned to only taking in super-healthy food that if he ate too much, he always got sick. Whatever his reasons, they weren't applying tonight. Naruto always ate a lot, because he was super active and had a metabolism that burned calories like nobody's fuckin' business, and so for a while, while they were eating, they were basically silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, or necessarily an I'm-really-hungry-and-eating-so-fuck-off-until-I'm-satisfied silence either. It was comfortable. And Naruto was really happy for that.

They talked, too. About everything. Sasuke was still as reserved and pissy as he always was, but he laughed too, if Naruto said something dumb enough. They talked about class, and he learned Sasuke was – huge surprise – doing very well in all of his subjects, curricular and extracurricular. They talked about the trip, and Naruto got a more specific gist of everything they were doing.

"Roommates?"

He grinned, a bit skeevy.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Yes. To save money."

"Roommates, like, tiny little room together after long naked baths together?"

Sasuke paused, thoughtfully. "I think, after you go to sleep, I'm going to put mousetraps all around my bed. And just see what happens."

Naruto laughed heartily at this.

They talked about the store. About Sasuke's family, which Naruto learned were even more never-there than they ever were. They talked about lots of things, and it was comfortable. For the first time in a long time, they were comfortable together, in their way. In the way that meant Sasuke was constantly putting Naruto down for being idiotic and Naruto taunted Sasuke for being effeminate and at the end of the day, they were together. The way they ought to be. According to Naruto, the way they were meant to be, but Sasuke didn't buy into it.

"Love at first sight? Che, you're so gullible."

"WHAT- Gullible how, what does that even mean.."

"Love probably doesn't even exist." Sasuke put down his fork and placed his finger in the center of his perfect, flawless forehead. "Everything we feel physically and emotionally is all in your brain. It's a series of firings within your synapses. Everything you find attractive and unattractive is purely psychological. Everything you touch, feel, taste, hear, and smell? Psychological. Your desire to eat, which most human beings consider to be innate? It's psychological. Desire for sex? Easily altered with a little brain surgery. Love doesn't exist. Insanity exists."

"Are you saying they're the same thing?"

"I'm saying they could be."

"Oh, bullshit, Heartbreak. Not only does love exist, but so does love at first sight. I don't care if you toss all the big words around like you're some kind of Freud, 'cuz you're not. True love definitely exists. If you'd wake up, you'd realize not only does it exist, but you're experiencing it right now." Naruto grinned his cheeky, shit-eating grin. "Get it?"

"Wow, you are conceited."

"But I'm right, so it's okay."

They left when the restaurant closed, the manager looking at them with irritation, as if daring to ask for anything more. Naruto paid, and Sasuke figured it would be just as easy to drive him home, since – although it wasn't on the way – it didn't involve Naruto going anywhere near his house and it meant the blonde got to save himself an hour or so not getting lost on the subways at night. As they walked to Sasuke's car, however, the same sort of automatic, driven impulse seemed to be wordlessly crossing both of their minds, because instead of unlocking the front door, Sasuke unlocked the back and Naruto pulled him inside. Their mouths connected instantly, a greedy, but passionate sort of kiss, not an awkward collision but fitting together well.

The tension that had been growing in Naruto's stomach was relieving slightly. It was a tension that festered like a virus, growing and infecting him whenever properly stimulated. Sasuke's anger stimulated it, his cruelty and his rage and his disappointment, these things made Naruto so tense and depressed it was a miracle he got up in the morning – but he did. Naruto was a fucking ray of sunshine. But the tension was uncoiling and everything felt better, pressed close to Sasuke and connected at the mouth. The brunette even took the initiative to open his mouth first, which was pleasantly surprising, Sasuke's tongue running over his lips and into his mouth. He pressed his hand to the car's seat, supporting himself, kissing him deeply and rolling them together in a slow grind that made the bottom of his stomach drop out and heat rush through him.

But he didn't overdo it. Not yet, anyway. It was too nice, just kissing him, just admiring every aspect that was Sasuke, his Sasuke, whose mouth was hot and he wasn't breathing through his nose enough and his arms were shaking a little bit, trying to keep himself up straight. It was quiet in the car, nearly silent except for the intimate exchanges of breath and shifting of their figures, and as the car's overhead light went out, they were cast into something like darkness. Dark enough to not attract attention to themselves in the nearly empty parking lot, but Tokyo was never dark, and so there was plenty of colored light casting over both of them.

Naruto ran his hands over Sasuke's stomach, careful of his injured arm that the both of them were avoiding putting any pressure on, the erection he'd been fighting all night finally getting to a point where he couldn't do anything about it. It was very there, and he shivered, rubbing his legs together as Sasuke broke their mouths apart. The Uchiha has panting for breath, like he'd forgotten how to kiss, and Naruto let out a nervous laugh, blushing. There was a pregnant pause where they stared at one another before Sasuke pulled him in again, kissing him feverishly, and God it was so liberating. He felt like, for the first time in a very long time, that this was Sasuke's decision. Sasuke's doing. As much as he concealed it, Naruto hated always being the initiator. It made him a little insecure, or as insecure as Naruto could possibly feel, because it sent a message like Sasuke was never willing to touch him. Like it was never his idea. To Naruto, who spent hours masturbating to just the idea of him, who could barely contain himself whenever he saw him, the idea of that not being requited even a little was… unsettling.

Sasuke's good arm wrapped around him, fingers digging into the hair at the back of his neck, and it was electric, nearly making Naruto moan. Any open space between them quickly vanished, and Naruto's hands ran all over him, squeezing his hips and his ass, and Sasuke was letting him. Sasuke wanted it. The thought made Naruto's heart pound viciously against his ribcage, and he moaned into his mouth, running his hands over the underside of Sasuke's thighs and grinding their groins together, slow and deep in a way that aroused him terribly. Sasuke's lips pursed sharply together, his nostrils flaring and the slightest noise stopping in his throat, but he was hard and Naruto could feel it. Time had never been slower, and nothing had ever felt better than this.

He jumped a little, in shock, when Sasuke broke their kiss again and moved his lips to his throat, teeth digging into his neck and sucking thickly, enough to leave a dark mark. Naruto moaned low and delightedly; biting wasn't usually his thing but Sasuke could do anything he wanted and it would be enough to make him cum, given time. He ground them together deeply, thick with friction that made him dizzy, made Sasuke dizzy from the look of him, and he felt a strange sort of pride with it. Their erections rubbed together through their clothes in a way that so intimate, so close Naruto could barely contain himself, and Sasuke groaned, head falling back slightly. This was so intense, he could barely keep his vision straight, but when Naruto leaned in again he kissed him slower, hands running all over Sasuke's figure.

He moaned a little, open palm running down Sasuke's stomach over his crotch, hand molding over his cock, and the retaliation he had – however sadly – come to expect never arrived. The Uchiha's hips canted a little, out of surprise, but he didn't protest at all – instead he groaned into Naruto's mouth and twined his tongue more urgently. Naruto couldn't believe it, this had to be some cruel dream, but it wasn't. The more and more they touched, the more he became convinced this was actually happening. He unbuttoned Sasuke's pants despite his better judgment, pushing them down his hips a few inches, the hem of his underwear showing if Naruto had been looking, but he wasn't. His eyes were closed in a serene, breathy sort of kiss, a little wet but keeping them together like they were conjoined at the tongue, and fuck, this was becoming unbearable. He loved it but it was both extremely over stimulating and painfully unsatisfying.

And without warning, Sasuke pushed him back a few inches, breathing hard.

"H-hold on." Jesus. "I'm not- We're not having sex. We're not having sex tonight, and we're not in the back of my car in an empty parking lot outside of a restaurant."

Naruto let out the most exhausted laugh, looking him over. He had never wanted anything this badly, it was fucking unbearable. "Yeah. We're not." Sasuke relaxed a little, and Naruto kissed him sweetly, both of his cheeks, his forehead, and his mouth. "Can I just… fix it for you?"

Sasuke didn't understand what he meant. Japanese was such a cruelly vague language, but maybe it was because he was so dazed that he just nodded, not really paying proper attention to him. Naruto's hands moved to the waist of his pants and pushed them down, suddenly, along with his underwear, just far enough to expose him on Sasuke jolted at once, going rigid when Naruto's hand wrapped around his cock, thumb rubbing over the tip slowly. He felt frozen to the spot, hands clenched sharply. "Can I? You'll like it, I promise. And if you want me to stop, I will." That, Sasuke understood. And as he weighed his options, he did what any adolescent male would do: he nodded. And he relaxed a little, watching him, as Naruto pumped him back and forth with his fist. The blonde was examining him curiously, almost invasively, and it wasn't so much that he didn't mind but that he was in a position to let Naruto do it the way he wanted to do it.

Naruto hunched down a little, examining him closer, kissing the tip of his cock in a way that made Sasuke's hips jolt sharply, independent of the rest of him, and there was already pre-cum beading thickly at the tip of him. It was a bitter taste, borderline salty, not the worst thing he'd tasted but hardly the most pleasant, but Naruto really didn't mind. He ran his tongue in flat circles over the head, dipping under it and dragging it slowly across the sensitive skin, testing for reactions, all of which were fundamentally pleasant. Sasuke was a virgin, he could tell. And a virgin to this. He seemed way too… pleasantly surprised, would probably be the best way to describe his expression. Pleasantly surprised and a little stunned. He ran his tongue back over, digging it into the slit, making Sasuke's legs twitch involuntarily and a startled moan spill out of him. He must look so cute naked, Naruto thought rather dazedly, twirling his tongue. He'd nearly seen every part of him at this point, and Naruto loved them all, and in his head as a single piece, he just seemed… cute. Very, very cute.

Sasuke felt the control leaving him with every swipe of Naruto's tongue. This was almost unfair, for how good it felt, little stimulations that made it feel like his body was melting bit by bit and mm, he was so warm, it was too warm, he needed to open a window but his arms were locked into place and he couldn't move. He could only… feel. And it felt really nice. He groaned softly, head resting against the car window, as Naruto took him in a few inches into his mouth, and it was such a deliciously bizarre sensation that his whole body involuntarily twitched – including his cock. Naruto grinned, watching him, tongue moving all over and sucking him slow, deep into his throat. One of his arms managed to unlock and it settled itself at the top of Naruto's head, running his fingers through the blonde hair, occupying himself as his lips pursed tightly together and his toes curled up in his shoes.

Naruto pulled up, slow and vacuum tight, and bobbed all the way back down again, swallowing him completely. It felt incredible. Sasuke tried to hold it back a little, that feeling of undoing, of being undone, not wanting to cum so quickly but if Naruto kept doing that – and it would defeat the purpose if he didn't – he was going to. He shuddered, sighing, rocking his hips a little into his mouth as Naruto worked up and down his cock. The blonde was watching him, his mouth turned in something that could have been amused sort of grin, sucking him tightly and pulling up every now and then for air, licking and kissing the tip adoringly. Naruto loved him so much. It was almost an abrupt reminder in the back of his mind that the person he was currently blowing was the person he was in love with, deeply in love with. This person who was, as a general rule, a complete prude, and was allowing Naruto to touch him very intimately for the first time and that meant Sasuke trusted him.

And that… that was just what he needed.

Naruto dipped back down and increased his pace sharply, suddenly, making Sasuke moan and the fingers in his hair tighten, guiding his head slightly. It felt so good. He couldn't really feel anything that wasn't a soft sort of heat, radiating through his legs and up his stomach as the endorphins rushed through him, and it was pleasant, very pleasant, making him twitch and shake with more intensive force as he drew nearer to orgasm. Naruto grabbed one of his thighs, pressing it far apart from the other to give him a little more room, and Sasuke groaned, impenetrably quiet as he grew closer and closer, and Naruto bobbed faster and faster. He hitched suddenly, cumming without warning down his boyfriend's throat, exhaling exhaustedly as heat like a fire spread through every inch of his body, a huge rush of endorphins flowing into every corner of him to, genuine relief from his head to his toes.

Naruto sat up, grinning and wiping his mouth

"You should see your face."

xx

I am alive! And I'm back from my unannounced, long hiatus. Happy New Year's everyone :3 To celebrate, here's some porn. I've been trying to write this chapter FOREVER, and have had no inspiration until now. I guess the holidays got me in the writing spirit. Hopefully Chapter 15 won't take as long, as I have a lot of ideas for it. Happy 2011, everybody :D! And, to toot my own horn, happy 30,000 hits and 75,000 words. Thank you Lamb for betaing for me even though you had a bad headache and it was like 2 in the morning.