Training lasted the rest of the day, Gaara sitting nearby, under the same tree from earlier, watching Lee practice. Dusk came and went, the training arena growing dark, stars beginning to dot the sky over Konoha. Gaara had let his mind slip into a meditative state, and thus was startled somewhat when Lee gently put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him out of it.
He had never been used to people touching him, much less the touch being one of kindness.
"Hey…did you fall asleep or something?" Lee smiled down at him, watching the sand-nin climb to his feet, readjusting the calabash on his back.
"no." He paused before continuing, "are you and your sensei finished training?"
"Mmhm. We ended a few minutes ago…he already left for home." Lee smiled as Gaara stepped forward to pull him into a hug. He looped his arms around the smaller man's waist, giving him a tight squeeze. "were you bored watching us?"
"No. You move gracefully." Gaara answered, "It was interesting…almost like you were dancing in the air."
"Thank you." A blush crept to Lee's cheeks; he glanced at the tree behind Gaara, embarrassed just enough that he couldn't look at the redhead.
The Konoha nin felt a thumb tuck under his chin and tip his face down, his eyes quickly settling on Gaara's pale orbs. The younger boy shifted in his arms, catching Lee's lips in a kiss. Lee was surprised, but quickly returned it; the green-clad shinobi was somewhat shocked at Gaara actions, so sudden they were. After a moment, Lee gently flicked his tongue against Gaara's lips, tracing the tip over their softness. The sand-nin jumped, shoulders first tensing and then relaxing as he let his lips part, granting consent to Lee's unasked request.
It send a shiver through Gaara, to allow himself to be this close to anyone. To Lee. He, however, needed the contact, needed the feel of someone stronger- if only physically. He craved the sense that someone loved him enough to keep from lashing out at him, to praise him instead of only allowing beratements to pass their lips.
He wanted this.
The leaf-nin felt something flutter in his stomach, blossoming into a heat that spread to his fingertips, his cheeks and elsewhere. It wasn't new for the young man; he'd experienced this state of arousal before, simply…never outside of unrealistic fantasies. This was beyond that…perfection, to say the very least.
Gaara's face took on a faint rosy hue when he pulled Lee closer against him, and noticed the reason for the blush in the older man's face. The color in his cheeks deepened when he felt his body react in an identical manner. He looped his arms around Lee's neck in an effort to pull him closer, an act of wanting to simply have further contact with the boy. Lee took a step forward, followed by another, forcing the younger man backwards, his shoulders soon meeting the very tree that he had sat underneath for the day. Rough bark was easily felt through the shirt he wore, the texture of it contrasting with the mesh beneath his clothing. The sand-nin jumped with deft, skilled fingers untucked the bottom hem of his shirt, pushing the soft fabric over a smooth stomach. He found himself grateful that he had left his sash and gourd resting beside the tree.
"Gaara…is this alright?" The hand on his stomach paused, Lee's soft question, suddenly tentative, was a warm breath against his lips. It occurred to him at once that Lee was nothing but polite, in any situation.
"What I want…what's alright. It's the same thing. You're what I want." Gaara's voice came in a growled murmur, "Let me have this."
Lee smiled and nodded before eliminating the hairs breadth between then with another kiss. Gaara smiled into it when he felt a calloused hand slip further under his shirt, cool against warm skin. There was a brief pause- and a chuckle from Lee- as the older man tugged free Gaara's fishnet, slipping his hand underneath that as well. Lee's fingers were rough, the bandages that covered them seeming softer than the skin of his hands.
Gaara found this quite the stimulant; the feel, the touch. The sensation of roughness against smooth flesh. The sense of trusting someone enough to touch him in this intimate manner…
He felt no regret in trusting Lee.
No shame and no harm in wanting to love him.
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Authors Note: Ah…there is a part in this that is smutty. I'll be posting a link to it on my bio soon, seeing as I don't want to violate any rules here…; If you'd like to know the link, please ask me in a review or whatnot. Sorry this took so long to post, by the way. There's been quite a bit going on, my friends and readers. Thanks for being so patient!