Author's note: I think Naruto is the only one who knows what's going through his mind. When he tells me, I'll let you know.

Enjoy. (disclaimer: Naruto no belong Og. Og have big pointy stick. Og beat lawyer.)

Sasuke sat at his desk, idly looking up sources on Marco Polo while tapping his fingers against the keyboard. His eyes continually flickered to the clock at the bottom of the screen.

It's one o'clock. A dark frown settled on his face. Is he going to be late again? Maybe he tired himself out with Neji last night. Sasuke's frown turned into a scowl. I swear, if Hyuuga tried anything, I'll—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Glancing up, Sasuke turned in his chair. "Door's open," he called out. With a click, the door swung open, and a yawning, ruffled-looking Naruto stepped into the room.

"See? Told you I'd be on time," he stated casually, regarding Sasuke with sleepy eyes.

The Uchiha stared at him. Naruto had decided to arrive in dark blue pajamas, his hair mussed (which, surprisingly, you could tell) and his whole body giving off the air of "I just rolled out of bed. Aren't I adorable?" Sasuke lifted an eyebrow.

"Did you just wake up?" he asked incredulously.

"More or less. I told you, I sleep in Sundays." Stretching lightly, Naruto made his way over to the couch and flopped down on it. "In my book, Sunday doesn't start until sometime around noon, and that's early morning."

Sasuke snorted, rising to join Naruto on the couch. "If it were up to you, I doubt any day would ever get started."

Naruto grinned and lifted his arms, resting them along the back of the couch. "Damn right. You know how many wars we'd avoid if everyone got fifteen hours of sleep each night?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I'm sure." He watched appreciatively as Naruto ran a hand through his unruly hair. For some reason, seeing Naruto when the guy was only about 60 awake was incredibly tempting. It made Sasuke wonder what he could do to wake Naruto up...

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

Sasuke blinked. "What?" He was talking to me? Damn.

Naruto rolled his eyes. "I said, what do you want to do? Are we just going to sit around, or what?"

I hadn't thought about that. Frowning, Sasuke looked around. What on earth could we do in my room that would keep us entertained?

Immediately, several possibilities rushed to mind that forced Sasuke to clear his throat and look away, a light blush coloring his cheeks. Down boy...Cool it on the perverted thoughts while Naruto's here. You don't want to embarrass yourself.

Standing, Naruto wandered over to Sasuke's movie collection, which the Uchiha hadn't touched in months. He laughed.

"You have Monty Python?" Grinning, he looked over at Sasuke. "I didn't think you'd be one for comedies."

"It's dry British humor, and a classic. I made an exception," Sasuke stated succinctly. He watched as Naruto extracted the movie from his collection. "We're going to watch it?"

"Why not?" Crouching, Naruto placed the movie into the DVD player. "I'm in the mood for some 'dry British humor', as you put it." He glanced back over his shoulder. "Any problems?"

"No." Amused with the grin Naruto flashed him, Sasuke leaned back and settled himself against the couch. He could think of worse things than watching a movie with Naruto, especially when the boy was looking so...teddy-bear like. Lips twitching, he looked away. If he knew that I just thought of him that way...

Satisfied with the DVD player, Naruto rose and moved to the door, placing a hand on it. He glanced at Sasuke, lifting an eyebrow.

"Open or shut?"

Sasuke's eyes widened slightly. "Shut." His heart started pounding as Naruto dutifully closed the door and returned to sit next to Sasuke. This shed an entirely new light on the situation—he now officially had Naruto all to himself, and since he didn't have a roommate, there was virtually no chance of someone interrupting them. Swallowing hard, he picked up the DVD remote and started the movie.

I don't know if I should be terrified or ecstatic.

A few minutes into the movie, Naruto shifted, tossing his arms back against the back of the couch. Sasuke's eyes flickered to his shoulder as he realized that Naruto had just, essentially, put his arm around the slimmer boy. His heart jumping in his chest, Sasuke looked over at him.

A second later, Naruto glanced over at him and blinked. "What?"

Without thinking, Sasuke let his eyes flicker back to the arm about his shoulders. Naruto stared at his appendage in confusion before laughing lightly and removing it. Sasuke cursed mentally.

"Sorry, did I invade your personal bubble, Sasuke?" He slid down in his seat, attempting to get comfortable. Yawning, he folded his hands behind his head. "Didn't mean to."

When Sasuke finished mentally kicking his own ass, he looked away and mumbled, "I didn't mind."

"Hmm?" Tipping his head, Naruto glanced over at him. "What did you say?"

Sasuke shook his head. "Nothing." After a few more minutes of watching the movie, he looked over at Naruto, whose eyes were half-lidded as he gazed at the TV. Sasuke frowned.

"Why are you so tired today, anyway?" he asked warily. Naruto didn't move.

"Neji and I screwed like rabbits all night. Doesn't let a man get much sleep." To emphasize his point, Naruto heaved a tremendous yawn.

"What. Did. You. Say?" Sasuke asked in an icily controlled voice. White hot jealousy ran through him. I'll kill Neji. I'll hunt him down, right now, and kill him.

Chuckling, Naruto gave him a lazy look. "You're incredibly gullible, Uchiha. Why the hell would we do something like that?"

Sasuke turned away, trying to unclench at least some of the muscles in his face. "Why would you joke about something like that?" he ground out.

Naruto watched him curiously. "I joke about everything. What makes this any different?" He tilted his head to the side as Sasuke struggled to reign in his anger. "You know, if I didn't know any better," he started thoughtfully, "I'd say you were jealous."

Sasuke swung around, his eyes flashing. "Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous over—" His words caught in his throat as Naruto suddenly grabbed his chin and moved closer, his eyes intense. "—Over y-you?"

Naruto gazed deep into Sasuke's eyes. "Oh, I don't know," he replied casually. "Why don't you tell me?"

Sasuke's breath hitched as Naruto's eyes dropped to his mouth. His heart was hammering in his chest. "I...have nothing to tell you, Uzumaki."

At the sound of his surname, Naruto's eyes snapped back up to Sasuke's, leaving the pale boy momentarily breathless. "You sure?" he asked, his voice surprisingly light.

Sasuke blinked. "Yes."

"My mistake, then." Smirking, Naruto released the boy's chin and sat back in his seat. He returned his gaze to the movie, then laughed. "All right! They're at the French castle! I love this part!"

Utterly lost, Sasuke stared at Naruto as the boy made faces and mimicked the French guard.

"Ah fahrt in your general direction!" Naruto tipped his chin in the air. "Spoiled English 'k-nig-its'!"

...Does he have any idea of what he was just doing to me? Eyebrows furrowing, Sasuke continued to stare at the blonde. I thought for sure that he was going to kiss me! Is he really that oblivious?

Before he could decide whether or not that level of stupidity was actually possible, Naruto glanced over at him.

"Don't look at me, moron, look at the TV!"

Flinching, Sasuke returned his attention to the movie. Dammit, man, stop being so fucking obvious! A dark frown on his face, he folded his arms and glared at the movie. If he was testing you just now, you'd—

—Oh god. Was Naruto testing me? Sasuke shifted uneasily in his seat. Does he know how I feel about him? Or is he just suspicious?

Beside him, Naruto sighed. "You know, if you're just going to squirm throughout the movie, maybe we should do something else."

Sasuke glared at him, trying to get a grip on himself. "I do not squirm."

Naruto snorted. "Sure you don't." Lifting a hand, he flicked a finger against Sasuke's arm. Still slightly uncertain of himself, Sasuke didn't quite manage to suppress a flinch.

"See? Flinchy." Straightening, Naruto placed a hand on the back of Sasuke's neck, then moved to feel the boy's shoulder. He frowned.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sasuke demanded.

"Turn around."

"What?" Sasuke lifted a brow at the command.

Naruto's frown deepened. "I said, turn around. I want to see something."

Warily, Sasuke slowly turned his back on Naruto. What is he planning? He hissed in a breath when Naruto suddenly ran his hands down the other boy's back, pausing and prodding at certain spots. Sasuke glanced over his shoulder.

"Naruto, what the hell—"

"No wonder you're in such a bad mood today!"

"...Huh?"

Shaking his head, Naruto looked up into Sasuke's confused gaze. "You're carrying so much tension in your back you might as well be a rock. Don't you ever relax?"

Sasuke glowered. "Of course I know how to relax, I just—"

"Uh huh." Naruto ran his thumbs over a knot in Sasuke's back, making him straighten. "I'd guess you haven't really relaxed in years." He chuckled. "I'd be pissy, too, if I had a back like yours!"

Scowling, Sasuke moved away. "Thank you for that analysis," he replied sarcastically. "Are we going to watch the movie or not?"

"Later." Sasuke blinked in surprise when Naruto suddenly stood and planted his hands on his hips, glaring down at the Uchiha. "On your stomach. Now."

Sasuke's eyebrow lifted yet again. "Excuse me?"

"On your stomach." A malicious glint suddenly appeared in Naruto's eyes, making Sasuke feel slightly uneasy. "I'm going to force you to relax."

And how exactly are you planning to do that? "I'm fine." Sasuke rose to his feet. "And besides, it's none of your business if I—"

"Wrong!" Grinning, Naruto snagged Sasuke's arm—

—And threw him face down onto the couch.

Sputtering, Sasuke lifted his head and tried to push himself up. "Naruto, what the hell are you—oomph!"

Naruto promptly sat on Sasuke's hips, pushing the boy into the couch. Blushing, Sasuke tried again to push himself up, but Naruto ran his hands forward and leaned down.

"By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to move," he promised. Sasuke stared at him with widened eyes for a moment before turning his face into the cushions, a nosebleed threatening to show up for the party.

"Naruto," he eventually spoke, his voice satisfyingly calm. "Get the fuck off me."

"No chance," Naruto chuckled into Sasuke's ear. Leaning back up, Naruto set his hands on Sasuke's shoulders and began kneading the muscles there. Sasuke suppressed a shiver.

"Naruto..."

"Look, you need this, ok? You're wound tighter than a clock." Sasuke could both hear and feel Naruto chuckle. "So I've decided it's my job to unwind you."

Sasuke opened his mouth to protest, but just then Naruto's fingers began massaging the taut muscles at the base of Sasuke's skull. His half-formed protest turning into a low groan, Sasuke sank against the cushions and closed his eyes.

"Thaaaat's better," Naruto crooned. He deepened the pressure, pleased when Sasuke let out a soft sigh. "Feel good?"

"Mmph."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Deciding not to fight it, Sasuke kept his eyes closed as Naruto's hands made their way up and down his back, gently encouraging the knotted muscles to relax. When Naruto hit a particularly tense spot, Sasuke couldn't stop himself from letting out a long, heartfelt moan.

Naruto's hands paused briefly on his back. "Heh. I guess you liked that."

Sasuke didn't bother to respond, relishing the feel of Naruto's hands on his tense muscles. A vague part of him wondered when the blonde had learned to give a massage, and how he'd become so good at it.

"My aunt Tsunade decided to teach me how to give massages when I was little," Naruto said softly, as though reading Sasuke's mind. "She said it was one of the most valuable things a person could know how to do."

Sasuke peeled open an eye and gazed at him. "Did you...spend a lot of time with her?"

He smirked. "Kinda. I mostly rose myself, but she loved to pop in and dote on me for a while...or just whack me into shape when I fell out of line." He paused, apparently in fond memory. "She's pretty successful nowadays, but she keeps spending money in weird ways. First she blew her money in a casino, then she became a business executive, and now she's buying buildings and fixing them up."

Naruto shook his head, returning his attention to Sasuke's back. "She's a crazy old bat, but I love her anyway. And she did teach me a lot of cool stuff."

"Mm." Sasuke continued to look at Naruto, a little surprised to be receiving this information. For as long as he'd known Naruto, the blonde hadn't ever mentioned his family to anyone and usually avoided the subject when it came up. The fact that he was confiding in Sasuke now showed a sign of trust that hadn't been there before.

Smiling lightly, Sasuke turned his face back into the cushions. Naruto fell silent as he worked on Sasuke's back. Those heavenly fingers continued kneading for a few more minutes before Naruto's weight abruptly disappeared from his back.

Sasuke lifted his head, watching as Naruto moved over to Sasuke's dresser.

"What are you doing?"

"Got any lotion?"

Sasuke gave him a slow blink. "What?"

"Lotion. Greasy scented stuff. Do you have any?" Naruto began rummaging in some of the smaller drawers. Before Sasuke could open his mouth, Naruto made a noise of triumph and pulled out a tube. "Bingo."

Sasuke watched warily as Naruto returned to him, squeezing some of the lotion onto his hands.

"I don't recall giving you permission to go through my things."

"I don't recall asking for it." Grinning, Naruto rubbed his hands together. "Now be a good boy and take your shirt off."

"...You're kidding." Sasuke frowned as Naruto continued to grin down at him.

"Either you take it off or I get this all over it. Your choice."

Sasuke hesitated, but the glint in Naruto's eyes left him with no doubt that Naruto would follow through with his threat. Reluctantly, he sat up and pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. He slowly laid back down when Naruto motioned for him to do so.

Sasuke held his breath as Naruto settled on top of him again, then hissed as cool, slick fingers smoothed over his skin. Swallowing hard, Sasuke gripped the fabric of the cushions as Naruto's fingers alternately cooled and heated his skin. His eyes managed to stray over to the TV screen.

"What...about the movie?"

Naruto glanced over at it. "Oh yeah." Leaning down—and inadvertently pressing himself harder against Sasuke, which made the boy tighten his grip on the cushions—Naruto grabbed the remote and put the movie on pause. "There we go."

Sasuke muffled a groan with the cushions when Naruto reapplied his fingers to Sasuke's tense back. He could feel himself turning to jelly...well, except for that one part of him that was enjoying this far too much. Letting his eyes drift closed, Sasuke allowed himself a self-satisfied smile.

Let's see Neji get Naruto to offer him a back massage.

Ten minutes later, Sasuke was only vaguely aware that his arms and legs hadn't dissolved into puddles on the floor. Naruto had gradually moved off his back, gently massaging the Uchiha's arms and legs until he forgot that they were supposed to be attached to him. Running a single hand along Sasuke's back, Naruto chuckled.

"Hey, don't you fall asleep on me now."

"Mm."

He laughed. "Hey, I'm serious!"

"Mmph. 'M not asleep."

"Alright, alright." Allowing Sasuke to remain in a pool of mush on the couch, Naruto moved over to Sasuke's side and deftly rolled the boy over. Sasuke peeled his eyes open, taking in the easy smile Naruto was sending down to him.

"You're taking up the whole couch, Shorty, so I hope you don't mind." With that, Naruto gingerly picked up Sasuke's head, sat down, and placed it in his lap. A light blush settled on Sasuke's cheeks, but the Uchiha said nothing. Naruto smiled and bent for the remote again, putting the forgotten movie on play.

"Let's try this again, shall we?"

Sasuke thought about protesting the fact that he was using Naruto as his pillow, but for once in his life, he truly couldn't bring himself to care. He was comfortable, and besides, Naruto was the one who'd started this whole mess. Smirking, Sasuke simply shifted until he was in a better position to see the TV and watched as a small rabbit massacred a group of knights.

Two and a half hours and another movie later, Naruto finally slipped out from beneath Sasuke's head and stood, stretching.

"I have to head down to the weight room. Do you want to come?"

Sasuke sat up, shaking his head. "No, I'd better get started on my homework."

"Oh yeah, homework. That stuff." He smirked. "Have fun."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Just don't expect to get answers from me tomorrow."

"Me?" Naruto asked innocently. "I would never!"

Sasuke gave him a dry look.

Chuckling, Naruto turned and headed for the door. He glanced back upon opening it.

"Catch you later, Sasuke."

"Mm." Sasuke watched coolly as Naruto departed his room, closing the door behind him. Sighing, he lifted a hand and rubbed his shoulder.

I've never felt so good in my life. You have to give him credit for having talented fingers. Blushing lightly at the thought of where else those fingers could be put to use, Sasuke stood and moved over to his desk, pulling out a Physics textbook and flipping through it.

It wasn't until hours later that he realized how deftly Naruto had derailed Sasuke's thoughts about being tested.

Son of a gun...

"C'mon, Gaara! Harder! Push harder! Ugh. I want more. More, dammit! Gimme all you've got!"

I swear, if he doesn't stop saying that so suggestively, I'm going to... Grunting, Gaara struggled to lift the barbell again. Some part of his mind wondered if the bench was going to withstand the weight if he dropped it and subsequently sliced himself in two. Naruto scowled down at him, his hands between Gaara's.

"Is that it? You're kidding me." His scowl deepened as Gaara forced out another rep. "I want four more from you, sissy boy."

"Don't...call me...that," the redhead ground out, lowering the bar yet again. Hissing out a breath, he forced it back up.

"Three more. Do it!"

If I survive this... He forced another rep out of his screaming muscles. He'll be the first one I kill.

"Two more! Push!"

Toying with various ways to make Naruto pay for this, Gaara made himself go through another repetition. He gasped for air.

"Don't you dare quit on me now, or I'll make you start over. One more!"

Growling, Gaara lowered the bar...and forced it back up.

"Done!" Naruto's scowl immediately transformed into a blisteringly sunny smile as he took the bar from Gaara and set it on the metal stand. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

Chest heaving, Gaara sat up and glared at Naruto. "That was more weight than I've ever done in my life, you asshole," he ground out. "That was dangerous."

"Oh come on, do you really think I'd allow you to get hurt? If you gave out, I'd have caught the bar before it hit you." Grinning, Naruto patted Gaara on the back. "I'm proud of you, man!"

Gaara frowned, but his anger lessened in the face of Naruto's praise. "And here I thought you found me a sissy."

"Haven't you ever heard of motivation? Now up." Naruto slapped Gaara's shoulder. "I want to get in a few rounds."

Grunting, Gaara stood and let Naruto take the bench. The blonde paused, looking at the bar for a long moment before standing and grabbing two twenty-five pound weights. He slid one onto each end of the barbell, then lay down on the bench.

"That's better. Someone spot me!"

A guy standing nearby reluctantly moved to stand behind Naruto as the blonde lifted the weight free of the stand. All of the muscles in the boy's arms suddenly stood out in stark relief, and everyone, Gaara included, stared at just how developed the boy really was.

Grunting, Naruto began to pump the bar up and down, moving slowly and calling out the number with each rep. His arms trembled slightly with the weight, and his cheeks puffed as he breathed.

Then, he did something few had ever seen before.

Instead of tiring, Naruto seemed to adjust to the new weight, his movements gaining momentum and fluidity. The numbers he called out became clearer and louder as he went.

"Five! Six! Seven!" He sped up. "Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven!"

Gaara swallowed discreetly, watching in amazement as Naruto's muscles rippled furiously over his chest and arms, the sheen of sweat appearing on his skin.

"Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty! Twenty-one!"

The other people in the gym stopped what they were doing and stared as Naruto went at it.

"Twenty-six! Twenty-seven! Twenty-eight! Twenty-nine! Thirty!"

At that, Naruto finally began to slow down, his arms trembling lightly.

"Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty...seven, thirty...eight, thirty...nine...FORTY!"

Gasping for air, Naruto slammed the bar back against its stand and let his arms drop to his sides. The gym erupted with applause.

"Naruto, that was amazing!"

"If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it!"

"Holy shit, man! Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Finally catching his breath, Naruto sat up and looked at the bar. "Two hundred pounds. That's the most I've ever done," he panted.

Gaara knew his eyes were wide when Naruto turned to look at him, but he couldn't help it. He doubted many people could even lift two hundred pounds on the bench press, let alone do forty repetitions!

Naruto grinned weakly at him. "Can I go sit in a corner and cry now?"

Wordlessly, Gaara helped him to his feet. Naruto wobbled briefly, then straightened.

"It's the price I pay for showing off." He winced. "I wonder if I'll even be able to move my arms tomorrow."

"...You've done that sort of thing before?"

"Not with that much weight. Last one was a flat two hundred pounds." Naruto sighed. "I'm not lifting anything heavier than a pencil for a week."

Gaara simply stared as Naruto began gingerly stretching out his arms. ...What exactly are you, Uzumaki Naruto?

Naruto caught on to Gaara's stare. "Hey, it's not like I can pull shit like that every day. Two hundred fifty pounds is probably my limit right now, and I doubt I'll get much farther than that." He smirked. "I am human, after all."

Gaara grunted, following Naruto as the boy moved over to an empty bench and flopped down on it. Tuning his stare down to mild intensity, Gaara sat next to him.

"You seemed to be burning something off," he stated.

Naruto glanced at him. "Huh?"

"Were you blowing off some steam just now?"

To Gaara's surprise, a faint blush settled on Naruto's cheeks. The blonde looked away.

"Maybe."

Gaara watched him for a long moment. "How was the concert?"

Naruto blinked at him, then grinned. "It was awesome! Seeing Yellowcard live...nothing compares to that!"

A quiet hesitation. "Did anything...untoward happen?"

"Untoward?" Naruto's eyebrows shot up into his forehead. "I think some fat guy in the mosh pit might've pinched my butt..."

Gaara's teeth clenched. "Anything else?"

Naruto lifted a hand to scratch the back of his head, then winced at the movement. "No, not that I can think of. Why?"

"...No reason." He glanced away.

A smile slowly made its way onto Naruto's face. "What, were you worried that Neji might take advantage of me?" He laughed when Gaara's gaze snapped towards him. "Man, you and Sasuke both! What's your deal with the guy, anyway?"

"Uchiha?" Gaara frowned. The Uchiha involved himself in this?

"Yeah, Sasuke was ready to chew nails when I told him about the concert..." Naruto trailed off and his smile disappeared when Gaara's face suddenly hardened. "Gaara?"

The redhead's eyes narrowed briefly as he rose to his feet. He glanced down at Naruto. "I have matters to take care of that have just risen to my attention. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes..." Naruto replied slowly, staring up at Gaara with confused eyes. He watched as Gaara curtly nodded and strode out of the gym, his jaw tense.

Dammit. Hyuuga was going to be enough to deal with, but Uchiha? Gaara frowned darkly. He may prove even deadlier than the other one.

Thoughts wheeling in his head, Gaara strode outside, ignoring the gentle nip of the cool spring air.

I'll have to take matters into my own hands.

Author's note: Beware the Sand Man... Review!