A/N: Hello dear readers! I'm glad you all enjoyed your little citrus gift last chapter, I promise it won't be long until you get your full blown lemon. I'm happy to say that my plot bunnies have been working furiously and not only am I nearing completion on this fic but I have been inspired yet again. Please keep your reviews coming, they are truly appreciated - you guys help me to know when I am doing something right and when I need to be doing something better. So thank you for reading and extra thanks for reviewing! Enjoy the chapter!

Warnings: As bad as this chapter wants a lime, it only gets a hint. Please enjoy this squeeze.

Disclaimer: I wished I owned Naruto, oh the things I would do... but alas I do not.

The laundry room was empty save for Naruto and Sasuke. The only sounds were the tumbling of the dryer and throaty moans of the blond pushed up against the wall next to the washer. They tried to be patient, to wait until the comforter was clean and dry and they were back upstairs – but it was taking to damn long... and the laundry room was empty.

Just under 60 minutes had passed since the soiled black blanket had been tossed into the washer. In the first half hour, the boys engaged in behavior fitting for the public space and made their hourly check in. It was when the blanket was moved from the washer to the dryer that things got out of control. If a single individual had to be blamed, it would have to be the inventor of front loading dryers. Because nobody could blame Sasuke for pouncing when the blond bent over to shove the comforter in the machine.

The collision had been rather violent, sending Naruto crashing into the cool metal of the dryer. His knees knocked the door closed and he scrambled to turn nobs and press buttons in order to turn the machine on. But fuck if the dryer was the only thing to be turned on.

Sasuke leaned over Naruto's bent form and traced his tongue along the shell of the blond's ear. He pulled back to plant kisses down his neck and tugged the collar of Naruto's shirt with his teeth, attempting to expose more skin. All the while, Sasuke's hands gripped the blond's hips and held them firmly in place as he ground into Naruto's ass. Fucking hot, tight ass. Sasuke's hard length pressed against Naruto, trying to fit as best he could between the clothed cheeks. Rolling his hips harder, Sasuke groaned into Naruto's neck.

Retrospectively it would seem strange – considering how much close contact they had had whilst completely naked – but Sasuke was suddenly hit with the revelation that this was closest to actually fucking they had ever been. This was the first time their... positions... had been demonstrated – Naruto bent over and Sasuke desperately trying to shove himself inside the blond. If it weren't for their fucking clothes...

The thought crossed Sasuke's mind – how easily they could tug down denim and cloth and rut like wild beasts. Except that wasn't the reality of the situation. In reality, Naruto would scream and cry and bleed. In reality, Sasuke would wedge himself into a space not prepared to accommodate him and between the overwhelming tightness and excruciating wails he would be more likely to hurt himself than cum.

But God how he wished he could. He wished he lived in that fantasy world where he would just slide in and thrust to his heart's content. In and out of the delicious, tight heat while Naruto rocked his hips back begged to be pounded harder. And he would, slowly at first – pulling himself almost completely out and then ramming back in. Each interval would be a little faster and a little harder until Naruto was screaming his name and slamming into the now warm dryer.

"Jesus," Sasuke moaned against Naruto's hot skin.

He flipped the blond and pulled him flush against his chest. They clumsily maneuvered until Naruto had his back against the wall and a thigh between his legs. Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hands and brought them above the blond's head, fingers interlaced. Hasty, wet kisses were planted where ever skin was exposed. Teeth grazed flesh. Mouths sucked. Tongues rolled. The pale body continued to press and grind until the shrill buzz of the dryer cut through the moans.

Sasuke cursed and pressed his forehead against Naruto's shoulder. He released tan hands and slowly backed away. His gaze finally broke away from the blond and he turned his attention to the dryer. He reached in, fumbled with the blanket and sighed. He shut the door and turned the machine back on.

"Not dry yet," he turned to the blond that still stood, disheveled and reeking of desire, against the opposite wall, "next time we need..."

Naruto cocked his head as Sasuke trailed off, his attention suddenly redirected to the door. Naruto turned and watched as a brunette walked in and tossed a bag of laundry at the washer. He frowned and turned back to the pale boy. Damn.

The two boys sat down across the room from the dryer, each glaring at the machine that seemed inclined to take its sweet ass time drying one comforter. The girl stood on the other side of the room, her back to the boys as she filled the washer.

A mischievous grin crept across Naruto's lips and he leaned over to Sasuke, "What do you want for lunch teme?" The pale boy shrugged, the blond switched tongues but did not bother to lower his voice, "I was thinking about eating your sweet ass."

Sasuke's eyes widened a fraction before he replied in the same language, "Watch it dobe."

"What? She can't understand us," Naruto replied with a nod toward the brunette.

"You don't know that," Sasuke turned to him with a halfhearted glare.

The blond grinned back, "Oh yeah. Well lets see," he turned to the girl and raised his voice slightly, "Excuse me?"

Nothing.

"Miss?"

Still no response.

"Sugar tits!"

She sprinkled detergent into the washer.

"Okay," Sasuke growled, "you made your point."

Naruto grinned cheekily, "As I was saying... what is on the menu for lunch?"

"What?" Naruto turned to the pale boy sitting next to him on the couch.

Sasuke raised a questioning eyebrow, "What?"

"I thought you said something," the blond replied quietly.

"Nope," Sasuke responded through a yawn.

Naruto was blinking slowly, eyes struggling more and more to reopen. It was early in the afternoon, their roommates were still in class and the two boys were thoroughly spent. "Lunch" had included a hefty serving of hot dick, Naruto received his requested sweet ass and both washed the meal down with a helping of salty cum. All in all it was a well rounded and balanced meal.

But cumming twice in such a short period of time had left them exhausted beyond their sleep deprived state. Their minds were cloudy and bodies tired. So now they sat, collapsed on the couch in front of the TV in the commons room. Sasuke almost growled as he stood up and the blond fell to the cushion, having lost the body that was supporting him.

"Come on," a pale hand was extend to Naruto's face.

The blond opened one eye and glared at the appendage,"What?" Naruto whined.

"Let's go for a walk," Sasuke pushed his hand further into Naruto's face.

Naruto rolled into a sitting position and pouted for a moment before accepting the hand. Sasuke didn't let go as they walked out of the commons room and down the hall. They pushed through the exit door and were immediately shocked by the cold breeze that whipped around them.

The blond turned on his heels, "Jacket."

But Sasuke's feet stayed planted on the pavement. Naruto tugged at the pale arm, "Teme... cold. Must... jacket."

Sasuke rolled his eyes at the pleading blond, "It's better this way."

Naruto's lips turned into a pout, his big blue eyes glistening as he blinked at the raven-haired boy. Sasuke shook his head, "Don't try to play all sweet and innocent. You lost that ability when you shoved your tongue in my ass. Now come on."

The pale boy stalked forward, pulling the whining blond behind him. Eventually Naruto stopped resisting and fell in step next to Sasuke. They took a meandering path around their dorm building and into the heart of the campus.

The cold autumn breeze continued to blow around them, sending leaves scattering about in whirls of yellow, orange and red. Naruto snuggled up to Sasuke, attempting to extract whatever warmth he could from the pale body.

They soon found themselves in a more secluded spot; a sitting area with trees and scattered picnic tables. Naruto recognized the place, though it looked different in the daylight on this late fall afternoon. The blond led them to a table far from the walkway and sat down, feet brushing against the concrete. Sasuke parted Naruto's legs and moved to stand between them. Pale hands moved to explore Naruto's chest before traveling over his shoulders and sliding down his back. Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke and, gripping the raven-haired boy's shirt, pulled him closer. It was a much different reaction than he had experienced the last time he was here.

Sasuke nudged the blond with his nose, gently tipping Naruto's face up until their lips brushed. Softly, Sasuke's tongue traced the full pink lips. He had no intention of exploring any further, he simply wanted to experience the sensation of supple flesh against his tongue.

"Dobe..." he whispered against Naruto's mouth. The blond purred in response and Sasuke pulled back slightly, "you never did tell me about the LGBTQ."

Naruto chuckled nervously and smiled as he pulled back, "Oh yeah... right."

Tan hands gripped Sasuke's waist and pushed him back before Naruto moved to stand. The blond took Sasuke's hand and began to walk back toward their dorm. Dark eyes continued to pierce Naruto until he finally broke.

"So the day after we got back from the sweat lodge I went to a meeting," Naruto's eyes flitted over to meet the midnight gaze, "you may remember that as the day you confessed your love for me."

Sasuke's eyes widened slightly, "You were there?"

Naruto grinned, "Yeah, I was in the back, hiding under my hoodie."

"You were the creepy kid?" Sasuke smirked.

Naruto glared his response and huffed as he picked up the pace. Sasuke chuckled as the blond tugged him along the sidewalk. After a minute Naruto returned to his original gait.

"Anyway," Naruto shot Sasuke another dirty look, "that is when I met Gaara."

Sasuke nodded. He appeared placated for a moment before he realized that Naruto had avoided answering his question. He turned to the blond, "And the day you stormed into my room?"

"Well..." Naruto grinned, "I was looking for a little advice and I didn't have anywhere else to go."

Sasuke furrowed his brow, "Why couldn't you talk to me?"

Naruto sniffed, "It's personal."

The raven-haired boy stopped, "So personal you can't even tell your boyfriend?"

The blond looked up contemplatively and then back down with a cheeky grin, "Especially not my boyfriend."

Sasuke's eyes slit into a glare. He did not appreciate the blond's elusive attitude. If his brain were functioning at full capacity he would probably be able to figure out what was going on himself – or at least trick Naruto into giving up more information. But he was too tired to fight, if he didn't figure it out by Sunday, he would get his answer after he was fully recuperated.

The growling complaints of Naruto's stomach forced a detour from their route back to the dorm. They sat in the student union and enjoyed their lunch in peace. Briefly. Naruto had finished slurping up his spaghetti and was eying one of Sasuke's meatballs when a familiar voice cut through the cafeteria din.

"Hey!" Sakura waived over enthusiastically as she approached their table.

Sasuke huffed and Naruto acknowledged her with a grin before striking like a cobra at Sasuke's plate. Onyx eyes slitted into an unconvincing glare as the blond happily swallowed his pilfered treat.

"How are my favorite boys?" The pink-haired girl asked with a teasing glint in her eye.

Ever since the Saturday after their first official date Sakura wore the same satisfied grin; like she was the entire reason they were together. That was probably more true than either boy would admit. But rather than acknowledge her assistance they simply teased her. She didn't mind, she knew the role she had played.

"Hey Sakura!" Naruto leaned back, hands nesting behind his head.

Teasing emerald eyes drifted between the two boys as Sakura sat in the empty chair at the table, "So Sasuke... I didn't see you in Statistics. It isn't like you to miss class," she pursed her lips and tapped her chin, a smirk threatening to take hold, "I wonder what could have kept you."

Midnight eyes blinked at the pink-haired girl before turning to the blond, "You see Naruto. I knew it was a bad idea to skip class. My perfect attendance is shot and now Sakura is making googly eyes at me."

Naruto laughed while Sakura huffed. She crossed her arms and replied with an indignant tone, "I'm not making googly eyes," the smirk crept back, "I'm simply inquiring as to the nature of your absence."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "While I appreciate your concern, the nature of my absence is none of your concern."

"Fine," Sakura threw her hands up in concession, "you don't want to share... then neither do I."

Sasuke lips pursed into a thin line, "You are going to withhold today's notes?"

Sakura shrugged, "We also got a sample test for the final... some of those questions are rough. I barely understood it... and I was there."

The onyx glare leveled on Sakura slowly moved to Naruto; the blond gulped, it seemed that Sasuke was blaming him. Just because Naruto seduced him and convinced him to skip class... didn't make it Naruto's fault. Hmm...

"Sakura..." Naruto leaned towards her and motioned for her to close the gap.

The blond spoke softly into Sakura's ear and try as he might, Sasuke could not make out the words. Green eyes widened slowly. Sasuke arched an eyebrow at the deep blush that took over her face as Naruto lifted his hand, displaying two extended fingers. After another moment Naruto pulled back, apparently satisfied.

Sakura's shocked expression shifted into a lecherous gaze as she turned to Sasuke, "You can keep my notes."

After two check ins in the commons room and one back in Sasuke's room the boys were thoroughly bored. Neji and Kiba had returned from class and joined them in the late afternoon but their company was short lived. Neji had a study group and Kiba had a date. They went their separate ways.

Naruto and Sasuke sat on the floor in Sasuke's room surrounded by scattered articles of clothing. The blond was still wearing his pants, but the rest of his clothes had been removed. Sasuke fared much better, he was only down by one sock. Strip poker was a fantastic idea.

The blond stared hard at the cards in his hand. A pair of twos. Fucking awesome.

"Call," Naruto huffed and begrudgingly laid down his meager hand.

Sasuke smirked and began to lower his cards when his phone began to chirp and clatter on the nightstand. He laid his cards face down and moved to answer. There was a moment of agitation before he accepted the call.

Sasuke forced a smile, "Hello, mother."

Naruto leaned over and peaked under Sasuke's cards. He glared at the three of a kind and began to unbutton his jeans.

"Yes, I did see Itachi yesterday," Sasuke's fake smile shifted to a smirk, "oh, you know... we caught up."

Sasuke began to pace the small room, "Oh," a long pause, "well he deserved it, he was being an asshole," he squinted one eye, "sorry."

"Hn," the pale boy stopped, "did he? No, I don't think... Hn."

"Yes... I am dating somebody." Naruto had his pants halfway down his legs when he looked up to see Sasuke's eyes clenched shut, "For a while now. No. No, mother. No... it's Naruto."

The blond pulled the jeans back up and moved toward Sasuke. The pale boy turned his back, "No, I'm dating Naruto," he visibly stiffened, "What do you mean 'what do I mean?' I mean I am dating Naruto, we are together."

"Yes, I am serious!" Sasuke's voice raised, then lowered as he turned back to Naruto, "In fact I would say that we are serious," his smile was brief before a frown took over, "No, no don't... dammit."

Sasuke looked at Naruto with pleading eyes. He put two fingers to his temple and pulled the invisible trigger. As he started to feign death his eyes widened and he stood up straight, "Father," his voice was ice, "yes, you heard her correctly," he furrowed his brow, "this isn't any kind of 'stunt'."

The pale boy took deep breaths through his nose, "What is there to understand? Here, I'll spell it out for you." Sasuke articulated each word with cold precision, "I am gay. I like boys. I love Naruto."

There was a long pause on Sasuke's side. Naruto could hear a muffled voice speaking harshly through the phone. Finally it was Sasuke's turn, "What does that have to do with anything? It's the 21st century father, people don't care... I don't think your shareholders are going to give a shit."

Another, shorter pause and Sasuke was clenching his jaw to keep from interrupting, "What about our name?" Sasuke rolled his eyes, and released a humorless chuckle, "Don't you worry about that. I am sure there is a little bastard Uchiha on every continent."

Sasuke's frigid expression took on a satisfied quality, "That means that Itachi is a man-whore."

Something flashed in Sasuke's eyes, "Tell me father..." Scornful, "which is worse?" Bitter, "Having a little fag son?" Smug, "Or having a son with paternity suit punch card?"

Sasuke flinched with the volume of his father's response. In a firm voice he replied, "No, we won't... there is nothing more to talk about. Either you accept it or you don't but I have nothing more to say. Fine."

Sasuke dropped the hand that held his phone to his ear and stood, staring out the window at the darkening sky. Naruto wrapped his arms around the pale boy's torso and hooked his chin over Sasuke's shoulder. The blond didn't speak a word, he just held Sasuke and took deep breaths.

After a minute Sasuke still showed no sign of expressing emotion; he simply stared, eyes dead, at the world outside his room. Naruto nuzzled into the pale neck and got the tiniest reaction in the form of closed eyes.

Finally Sasuke spoke, his tone subarctic, "The next time I see Itachi, I am going to rip off his balls."

Naruto frowned, his brow knotted in consternation. He pursed his lips and after a moment his eyes lit, "I think I know something that will help relax you."

"I'm really not in the mood right now dobe," Sasuke stated blandly.

Naruto's frown deepened, "Not everything we do has to be sexual teme."

With that the tan arms unwrapped from Sasuke's body. Naruto walked around the room, picking up articles of clothing. Despite his previous statement, the raven-haired boy couldn't help it when his eyes traveled down Naruto's spine and honed in on his firm backside; his tongue swiped subconsciously across pale lips. Sasuke caught the one sock that was tossed his way and raised a dark eyebrow at the blond.

Naruto pulled his shirt on and gave the pale boy a mischievous smirk, "Get your keys."