He woke up to find an arm wrapped around his stomach.

Blearily, and with a throbbing headache that needed to be nourished, Sasuke ran his hands up and down the arm. He didn't usually have company, nor did he often wake up beside someone. But leathery skin grew lumpy with goosebumps as he feathered the arm holding his waist, and a shudder wracked the body the arm belonged to. Whoever it was had their chest pressed against Sasuke's back, their head resting soundly against his neck and shoulder. Soft breathes ghosted over his neck, sending the tendrils of goosebumps over his own skin.

His eyes, still clogged with sleep, weren't yet ready to open. But he found that he didn't mind the body so much. He couldn't quite recall who it belonged to, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was Naruto. There weren't many people in this world who were allowed to get close to him. And Sasuke could only think of one who could possibly get away with snuggling so close, let alone spending the night.

He breathed out a sigh, eyes still closed. There was no one else it could be but Naruto. So he let his body relax as he laced their fingers together. Naruto mumbled something incoherent into Sasuke's neck, but still didn't wake even as he shifted closer into Sasuke's back.

But the sensation was rather... sticky. Instead of the soft cloth of Naruto's shirt—or his shirt—he felt Naruto's bare chest, slick with sweat from the summer heat. Normally, he wouldn't mind at all, or even notice for that matter, because the only time they touched each other was when they sparred and when Naruto got clingy.

Even so, Naruto knew that shirts were a prerequisite to cuddling, and yet Sasuke found that they were both shirtless.

He grunted when Naruto sighed into his neck again. Now that he was more awake, the feeling was more foreign than warm, and Sasuke shifted. It was a rather sensitive spot that Naruto's breath hit, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to pull away or let Naruto continue breathing on him like that.

Even so, he wasn't used to skin on skin contact. So while Naruto may enjoy tackling people with bear hugs, shirt or no shirt, Sasuke found that clothes needed to be on.

And this whole situation was far too shirtless for his liking.

"Wake up, dumbass." Sasuke said.

And although Sasuke could tolerate, and sometimes enjoy, the way Naruto often cuddled with him, he did not want his sweaty chest pressed against his own bare skin.

Naruto shifted closer instead, his arm holding tighter.

"I will throw you off the bed."

But Naruto didn't move.

Sasuke heaved a frustrated sigh, flipped around, and shoved Naruto out of his bed.

Sasuke pulled the blankets over his head as Naruto grunted. He heard some faint shuffling, a scream about what the fuck Sasuke was doing, but when Naruto's voice received no movement on Sasuke's end, Naruto instead climbed back onto the bed.

"I know that wasn't an accident, bastard. Now stop cowering and get out of those blankets."

The bed decreased as Naruto kneeled on it, and then there was a tug at the blankets. Sasuke kept his hands fisted in the sheets. He didn't want Naruto to realize just how awake he was, and he wasn't quite ready for the incoming lecture about pushing people out of bed, nor did he even want to hear Naruto's voice with the way his head kept throbbing.

"I'd expect more from you, ya know?" Naruto said, "having taught me bed etiquette and all. The least you can do is follow it yourself." Naruto pulled at the blankets again. Sasuke narrowed his eyes. He could face Naruto, accuse him of cuddling, and embarrass him enough that Naruto would shuffle awkwardly out the door.

Or he could pretend as if nothing happened and move on with life.

The second option was significantly less troubling.

The first would save his pride.

"Then don't spoon me, dumbass." Sasuke said, shoving the blankets off of him. Naruto had his hands clasped around the sheets, still trying to pull them away, but too tired to put much effort into it. If he really wanted to, Naruto would have succeeded, but he had been shoved out of bed so many times that this was more of a routine. And besides, from the way the curtains had yet to shimmer with sunlight, it was far too early for Naruto to be awake enough to really be mad at Sasuke.

"Why are we touching without our shirts?" Sasuke asked, "I made a strict rule about that."

Naruto rolled his eyes, pulling the blankets back on the bed. His eyes were dark in this lighting, less of a gentle blue and more of a hard, dark ocean.

"I don't know, 'Suke. Why are we half naked? That's a question that I—" He froze, face contorting into something pinched and confused. Naruto's finger was pointed accusingly at him, except now it stayed there, halted in the moment as Naruto tried to figure something out. "Why are we half-naked?"

Sasuke furrowed his brows as he looked down to himself, then to Naruto's own chest. The taut muscles rippled as Naruto leaned forward, sweat slick to his shoulders and neck. Sasuke licked his lips, his gaze wandering over the skin that had previously been pressed against him. But his headache must have been messing with his mind, because for a second, he wondered what it would feel like if Naruto hadn't been as sweaty as he was as he pressed himself hard against his back and—

"I feel like we did something last night." Naruto said. And unbidden, almost unwelcome, Sasuke's lips tingled with the taste of ramen and vodka, and even though he knew Naruto's hands were settled in his own lap, Sasuke could have sworn he felt the rough callous' of his palms dig into the small of Sasuke's back.

Naruto squeezed his eyes, holding two fingers to his temple. "But I don't remember what it is."

His voice was a low whisper at the end, and Sasuke felt something flutter in his stomach as an image, even more unwelcome than the tingle on his lips, flashed through his mind. It was a memory of what Naruto's lips had done last night. Where those lips had been, and suddenly Sasuke understood why the taste of ramen lingered on his tongue.

Sasuke let his eyes wander down to those lips. Naruto was still talking, but it was more of a ringing in his ear as Sasuke remembered the jolt of lightening and the feel of Naruto's soft mouth against his—

"Seriously, Sasuke," Naruto placed his hands on his shoulders, eyes serious and determined as he leaned into Sasuke's face. "I don't remember what we did last night. Not at all."

And that was when Sasuke realized it.

He didn't mind last nights kiss. No. He had enjoyed it.

And Naruto seemed to like it just as much.

But it felt like something forbidden. Like they had crossed some sort of line and changed something irreversibly. There was something wrong with what they had done. But Sasuke couldn't remember anything except the way he had enjoyed himself in the feel of Naruto. Couldn't remember what it was that they had done or why they kissed the way they did.

"We got wasted is what we did." Sasuke said.

And until he figured out what else happened last night, Naruto was on his own in remembering it.

"And that's it. We just got wasted. It'll come back to us in a couple hours. Or days."

"Yeah, I guess..." Naruto mumbled, eyes shifting downward.

Sasuke grabbed his wrist and gave a tug, a silent request for Naruto to join him in bed once again, so long as he grabbed a shirt, of course. The sweat on his body might have dried by now, but Sasuke wasn't going to admit that he could, potentially, enjoy this particular skin on skin contact. And he didn't even know if he would. Only that his mind was a traitor to the rules Sasuke was so strict about.

Naruto got the message. He always did. So he got out of bed and grabbed a shirt from the closet. He didn't bother with the frog pajamas he wore religiously every night, nor did he wear that sleeping cap that drove Sasuke mad. But he didn't bother with pants, either. He simply decided that the boxers weren't bothersome enough for Sasuke.

And they weren't, because Sasuke always wore sweats to sleep, so if Naruto decided to wrap his leg over Sasuke's, it wouldn't bother him.

When Naruto did crawl back into the sheets, he wrapped his arm around Sasuke's waist again. And the feel of it, leathery and soft, was enough for Sasuke to relax again. That kiss that happened last night wasn't memorable for either of them. It was simply something they did while intoxicated. Neither of them were thinking straight. So no matter how much Sasuke might have enjoyed it at the time, it was irrelevant. They weren't sober or aware enough for either of them to truly know if it meant anything or if something could come out of it.

And it didn't matter. It would never matter.

Sasuke sighed as he felt Naruto's shirt, shift against his back. It was better than the sweaty back he woke up to, so he could rest assured that his mind was only playing tricks on him. That kiss must have muddled something inside him. But it would wear off by the end of the day. It had to, otherwise Sasuke might need to change some of the rules about clothes.

And as for the soft breaths on his neck? Manageable. Naruto didn't hit that sensitive spot anymore. So it wasn't something he was torn about. He didn't mind how his neck sometimes rose in goosebumps or the shudder that might wrack his frame. None of it mattered because none of it made sense. And Naruto would never question it anyways.

He lowered his eyelids as sleep crept up to him. But when a leg was wrapped around his thigh, Naruto's entire body tensed before it jerked off him completely.

The sudden coldness hit him hard. He hadn't realized how nice and warm Naruto was until that moment, and he didn't know he could ever miss the slight ghost of Naruto's breath. But when Naruto jumped off of him with a gasp, Sasuke in turn, jumped the same way.

He didn't know what this was about, but Naruto would never cancel a cuddle session without a damn good reason.

"Um, Sasuke?"

Naruto sat up slowly. His throat bobbed as he crossed his legs. And the behavior was so odd that Sasuke followed suit.

"Why are you naked?"

Sasuke looked down at himself, not noticing anything with the way the blankets covered the lower half of his body. But he was right. There was something off about the way the blankets touched his skin. They way Sasuke didn't feel an extra layer of clothes and—

"Fuck." He said.

The only way for Naruto to have realized he was naked was if his leg, or worse, his groin, brushed up against Sasuke's ass. And that was embarrassing as fuck because they didn't do that sort of thing.

But why the fuck was he naked?

And why had Naruto only been in his boxers?

Sasuke could tell something was wrong when he got to the kitchen. Naruto was fumbling with the kitchen supplies, the box of eggs half open and left out on the counter. He must have been keeping up the normal routine despite how abnormal this morning was.

But when he noticed Sasuke had finally gotten downstairs, the spatula fell from his hands with a clatter. He looked at Sasuke with wide, uncertain eyes and scratched the back of his neck, a small chuckle escaping his lips. He couldn't look him in the eyes, and Sasuke wondered if he should have told Naruto as much as he did.

Sasuke sighed as he walked passed Naruto to put the eggs away. After waking up completely and utterly naked, Sasuke had broached the topic of what he remembered about the night before. Naruto couldn't recall any of it—only that he, too, had an awful headache that morning— but with a kiss came the possibility of other… things. WithSasuke being naked, and Naruto having been in his boxers, there was a decent chance that some of those other things could have happened.

And after Sasuke talked about those other things, Naruto left the room to give Sasuke the dignity of dressing alone.

Now, though, an awkwardness hung in the air. Made even worse by the fact that neither of them knew what happened. Naruto picked up the spatula with a slight tremble in his hands, and Sasuke absolutely hated how much detail about the kiss Sasuke had divulged.

He even admitted to the jolt of lightening he'd felt. As if there was something to be made from the kiss. As if he'd hoped for some positive reaction from Naruto. As if he wanted something more than a drunken kiss Naruto couldn't even remember.

He curled his hands into a fist, teeth grinding against each other. He shouldn't have gone into so much detail. Shouldn't have told Naruto how the kiss felt even though the feeling was the most vivid part of that memory. Because now, Naruto was fumbling. He couldn't look Sasuke in the eye. He couldn't make breakfast without dropping the spatula.

And he might have thought that Sasuke wanted more from him. But he didn't. He simply wanted to be friends like normal. To go on like normal.

He bit his lip as a twinge of disappointment bit at his chest. Yes, the kiss last night felt good. But that didn't mean anything. Even if his body wanted Naruto to touch him that morning. Even if Sasuke often thought of Naruto in a way that was almost worshipping. Even if he loved the way Naruto sometimes dragged his fingers through Sasuke's hair while the sparred.

It didn't mean anything.

It couldn't.

So he ignored the disappointment raging through his body. He ignored the way his stomach churned by the overwhelming evidence that Sasuke did, in fact, want more. And he ignored the way it hurt to see the panic in Naruto's eyes as Sasuke talked about the other things they might have done.

He also ignored the way Naruto hadn't bat an eye, except in mild curiosity, as Sasuke described the kiss they shared last night.

"My ass doesn't hurt." Naruto said.

Sasuke gagged on his own spit, his eyes widening. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? And why the fuck would Naruto ever say such a thing?

He opened his mouth to speak—to demand any sort of explanation—but nothing left his lips except the choked word of what?

Perhaps he'd misheard. Naruto couldn't have said something like that. He didn't say things like that. Even if Naruto had consumed an abhorrent amount of porn under Jiraiya's training—which Naruto often complained about with a fondness for the man— he still never, not once, not ever, said anything so provocative to anyone.

His hearing must have been going bad, and Naruto's cheeks were surly only flushed because of the words Sasuke spoke that morning. Or the fact that Naruto's groin brushed against Sasuke's bare fucking ass that morning.

"I don't think I heard you right." Sasuke said, "did you just..."

"Yes."

Sasuke's jaw locked as Naruto shrugged awkwardly, cracking the eggs into the skillet. Naruto's shoulders were bunched into his neck, gaze focusing intently on the food in front of him.

Sasuke combed a hand through his hair. It was still too early for any of this. The sun hadn't even risen yet. But even Naruto, who often slept in until noon, was wide awake.

He wanted to put this memory in a locked box that would never open, but first they had to figure out what happened last night.

Naruto slept in his boxers. Sasuke slept completely naked. They were cuddling then they woke, and they shared a kiss last night.

That was all the information they had.

It could mean anything. Sasuke might have gotten too hot and in a drunken haze, had stripped down to nothing. Naruto obviously wanted another cuddle session. That was nothing new.

But there were too many other possibilities that they couldn't let go of just yet.

"It's just as embarrassing for me, ya know?" Naruto said, eyes meeting his for only half a second before his face flushed red again and he looked back to their breakfast. "But we need to figure out what happened. You mentioned the possibility of you and me—" Naruto gestured to the both of them, as if Sasuke was ever supposed to know what it meant. "So I just wanted to let you know that I didn't, erm, I wasn't... you know?"

Naruto's face was pleading as he hoped to the heavens that Sasuke understood.

But he didn't understand because Naruto was rambling instead of explaining. It was one of those moments where his cheeks tinted pink and his embarrassment turned into incoherent nonsense. Sasuke had been the same at Naruto's words when he first walked into the kitchen, but at least Naruto could make sense of what Sasuke was trying to ask.

"I'm not following." He said.

People may have thought him a genius, but for Sasuke to understand, you had to do more than hint.

Naruto's face reddened again as he gripped the spatula so tight that his knuckles whitened.

"Okay, I'm just gonna..." Naruto heaved a deep breath, closing his eyes gently with a face so red he might have passed out from the heat. But he looked straight into Sasuke's eyes when he said the words that made absolute horror plummet in his stomach.

"My ass doesn't hurt, so I did not bottom."

And Sasuke felt his legs wobble.

It was a funny thing, to be honest, because Sasuke could handle murder and weapons and battle and war. But relationships were alien to him, so much so that he let Naruto take the lead most of the time. The idea of getting close to someone mentally; that had been etched into his mind as a horror scenario until he grew close to Naruto. But the idea of getting close physically?

That was something Sasuke denied could ever happen to him, because he didn't know if he wanted it or how it worked.

And yet, here he was now.

"My ass doesn't hurt, either." Sasuke said.

And he was going to be as blunt as ever, because there was no other way to handle this.

Naruto leaned against the counter, closing his eyes again. "Good. That's good. That means we didn't—"

"Yeah."

Naruto nodded slowly, then sprinkled salt and pepper into the eggs.

"We were drunk, too." Sasuke said. "So even if we did do other... stuff... I doubt we would have cleaned up properly. There should have been a mess. But there wasn't."

And it was a good thing, too, because Sasuke didn't think either of them were ready for anything more than a kiss.

God, messing with these two idiots was so much fun. Let me know what you think!