Author's note: Sorry about the delay (though it seems to be the season for it). My time is really short nowadays between school and work, so I'll try to get in time to write when I can.
Disclaimer: The descriptions in this chapter have not been approved by Hershae, nor are they her words.
Enjoy.
Uchiha Sasuke was having an anxiety attack.
Smoothing his hair down for the umpteenth time since Naruto had appeared at his door with a mischievous smile on his face, Sasuke frowned lightly out the truck window. Despite convincing himself that tonight was a prime opportunity to snag the boy's affection, the Uchiha couldn't get rid of the feeling that things were going to go very, very wrong.
...That, or he had a somehow absurdly humiliating night ahead of him.
Illuminated storefronts splashed orange light into the truck as the two drove to the center of campus. Glancing at the tall blonde next to him, Sasuke briefly took note of how the fluttering lights made the whisker-like scars on Naruto's cheeks stand out in stark relief. The brunette let out a soft huff of frustration.
"Naruto, would you please tell me where we're going?" he demanded in an exasperated tone. The blonde simply glanced over at him and grinned.
"I'm actually surprised that you haven't heard anything about this show yet. Everyone's talking about it."
Sasuke's lips thinned. "I'd prefer to hear it from you, Naruto."
Chuckling, Naruto shifted in his seat and lifted his right arm. He placed it behind the headrest of Sasuke's seat, making the sapphire blue shirt he was wearing catch the dull light from the street. Sasuke's eyes darted to the arm beside him, swallowing at the sight of the defined muscles that rippled beneath the smooth material. A waft of the blonde's cologne drifted past to tease his nose.
"Relax, Sasuke," Naruto stated with a laugh in his voice. Sasuke had to blink to bring himself back to the conversation. "Honestly, you're the only person I know who can pout this much when going on a date."
The Uchiha froze. Date? He's admitting that this is a date? Blinking, Sasuke let his mind race after the thought.
"We're going on a date, Naruto?" Sasuke mentally patted himself on the back for his cool tone, especially since his heart had started pounding furiously. "You didn't tell me that."
Lifting an eyebrow, the blonde gave him a sidelong look. "You don't want this to be a date?"
"I didn't say that," the Uchiha replied just a little too quickly. He paused. "Still, you could have let me know."
Naruto shrugged, returning his gaze to the road. "I guess..." The blonde looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment. "I didn't think you'd mind. You've...well, you've been acting like you..."
Sasuke aimed an intense stare at the blonde next to him when Naruto trailed off. "I've been acting like I what, Naruto?"
At first, Sasuke wasn't sure Naruto had even heard him; the blonde continued staring at the road ahead of him, a small, pensive frown on his lips. Eventually, Naruto simply gave him a gentle smile.
"It's nothing, Sasuke."
The Uchiha was dying to respond to that, but he decided to keep silent. Returning his gaze to the window, he spent a few quiet minutes studying the people they were passing.
"...I want this to be a date, Naruto."
Sasuke's quiet admission settled in the truck for a few minutes before the blonde shifted his arm. After a moment's hesitation, he settled the arm about Sasuke's shoulders.
"I think I can comply with that," he replied softly.
Heart pounding, Sasuke allowed himself a small smile and settled against Naruto's arm. Warmth sifted through Sasuke's black button-down shirt from Naruto's skin, and he fought to keep down a shiver when the blonde gently gripped his shoulder and squeezed.
I will not act like a schoolgirl. I will not act like a schoolgirl. I will not act like a schoolgirl...
They spent the rest of the short drive in comfortable silence.
Pounding music was the first thing Sasuke noticed as Naruto parked the car outside the Commons. People were milling about outside the tremendous campus food court, chatting animatedly. Frowning slightly, Sasuke got out of the truck.
What on earth is going on here? A confused furrow appeared between his eyebrows as he watched an extremely scantily clad female—could those shorts get any shorter?—laugh as she spoke to her friends. Another such female—this one wearing extensive colored makeup in a flower pattern on her face—strutted by on stiletto heels as she entered the building.
An appreciative whistle behind him drew his attention, and Sasuke turned to see Naruto grin and walk up to him, blue eyes focused on the girls milling about. Irritation swirled through the brunette.
"Naruto, don't tell me you brought me here just so you could ogle girls," he stated in a low, dangerous voice. The blonde simply laughed, throwing an arm about Sasuke's shoulders and tugging him close.
"No way! I brought you so I could ogle you, dumbass." Patting him briefly on the chest, Naruto ignored Sasuke's shock, grabbed the smaller boy's hand, and began dragging him towards the building's entrance. "Let's go! I want to get a good seat."
His eyes glued to their joined hands, Sasuke promptly stopped caring about the girls—and guys, who were showing a surprising amount of interest—and followed the tall blonde into the building. The interior had been remarkably remodeled during the day: streamers of all colors littered the ceiling, confetti and silly string flung carelessly on the floor. Sasuke's bones started vibrating in time to the beat of the increasingly loud music pouring from the main cafeteria as they approached the darkened area.
The Uchiha's eyebrows quirked as he took in the normally mundane area: a dance stage, complete with catwalk, had emerged at the front of the room, expert lighting sent multiple colors swinging across the floor, and two tall pillars with thin cloth stretched between them allowed for shadow dancers to shake their hearts out. The center area, which normally held tables, was arranged almost in a Vegas dinner-show setting. Small vases filled with silver and gold painted roses and mini-glow sticks snuggled the tabletops.
Still tugging on Sasuke's hand, Naruto wove his way through the milling people and picked a seat at the front and center of the stage. Looking self-satisfied, he flopped gracelessly into a seat and patted the one next to him.
"Looks like we got here just in time," he stated as Sasuke sat beside him. "I was afraid we wouldn't get good seats with all these people here."
Sasuke eyed the stage. "I assume that you're still not going to tell me what type of show this is?"
Naruto opened his mouth to reply, but a cool voice interrupted him.
"I'm not surprised that you couldn't figure it out on your own, Uchiha."
Both boys turned to see Neji gazing down at them, a cool expression on his face. The boy was dressed in white slacks, an off-white silk shirt buttoned only halfway up, and a black T-shirt beneath it. He was almost Sasuke's opposite, since the Uchiha had chosen to come to the show dressed entirely in black.
A part of Sasuke puffed out its fur and snarled at the Hyuuga's appearance. Letting his lip curl into a disdainful sneer, he lashed out at his rival.
"I see you make a habit of appearing when uninvited, Hyuuga. With your lineage, I would have expected better."
Naruto's head swung towards his companion at the barb, eyebrows rising as Neji's lowered behind him.
"I don't make comments about your familial background, Uchiha," he replied stiffly. "I would expect you to do the same."
Knowing he was in the wrong didn't mean that he was going to admit it. Sasuke simply turned and stared resolutely at the stage, ignoring the Hyuuga's presence entirely. Clearing his throat, Naruto turned back to face Neji.
"So, uh, what brings you here, Neji?"
Prying his dark gaze off the Uchiha, Neji looked at the blonde in front of him. "Don't you remember? You're the one who told me about this show."
That got Sasuke's attention. His gaze snapped towards Naruto, who winced reflexively without even turning to look at him. The blonde placed a hand in his hair, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"Oh, yeah. I guess I did."
Sasuke was surprised that Naruto's back didn't erupt into flames with the force of his glare upon it.
Looking amused, Neji sat down on the opposite side of the blonde. "You don't mind if I join you two, do you, Naruto?"
The buff boy shifted uncomfortably, aware of the poisonous looks Sasuke was emphatically sending him. "N-no, go ahead."
Sasuke added some acid and napalm to his glare, shifting it to the pale Hyuuga.
Neji simply gave him a smug smile.
Just when Sasuke was contemplating climbing into Naruto's lap and screaming, "HE'S MINE! GO AWAY," another voice presented itself.
"So you did make it, Naruto." Gaara folded his arms, an unreadable expression on his face as he looked down at the Uchiha next to the blonde he was addressing. "It seems like this will be an interesting evening."
Sasuke scowled briefly at the redhead before returning his fire-lit glare to Naruto. Smiling weakly, the blonde ran a finger along his buttoned collar.
"Hey, Gaara. Do you have your equipment all set up?"
The boy didn't move his cold gaze from Sasuke. "Yes. I have a CD playing right now."
Eyebrows twitching, Sasuke turned to look at the short redhead. "You have a CD playing? What are you, the DJ?"
"Actually, I am." Gaara shifted his vision to watch his roommate triple-check the electronics. "Kankuro and I make quite the team."
Sasuke lifted an eyebrow at the lack of sarcasm in the other boy's voice, but he declined to comment. Inside, his mind was happily concocting ways to destroy the other two boys, haul Naruto away, and make sure no one ever bothered them again. He was busy contemplating taking Naruto's arm and growling at Neji when Gaara abruptly touched his ear and frowned.
"Showtime," he stated shortly, taking his hand away from the tiny earpiece. He gave the blonde a short nod. "Naruto."
As the redhead stalked off, Sasuke sent Naruto a demanding glare. "Care to explain?"
The look the blonde gave him in response made Sasuke's heart jump in his chest. Naruto's expression was filled with a lesser shade of the irritation Sasuke felt, but Sasuke noticed that something...different was floating in those blue eyes. Swallowing hard, Sasuke decided to face the darkening stage.
Naruto...is it possible that you really do... His heart continued pounding as a warm hand slid discreetly over his, squeezed, and fell away in the darkness. You really did want this to be a date, didn't you?
The pre-show music died away, giving people their final clue to shuffle to their seats. A large group of boys dressed in shirts that said, "I'm not gay, but my boyfriend is," sat behind them, loudly proclaiming who in the area they thought was gorgeous. When their list included the three of them, Sasuke's eye twitched.
Before he could say anything, Naruto turned around and grinned at them. "I take it you guys are ready for pride week to begin?"
A rowdy return of "HELL YEAH" made Naruto laugh, wink at them, and return to facing forward. Neji leaned towards him.
"You seem to be getting into the spirit yourself, Naruto."
Want kill Neji. Want kill now.
The blonde simply slouched comfortably in his seat and smiled enigmatically. "Maybe I am, Neji."
The two boys sitting next to him gave him an odd look, but the 20th Century Fox Fanfare spilling out of the tremendous speakers hidden above and around the stage demanded their attention. The crowd hushed, eyes drawn to the spotlights swinging across the stage.
"Uh huh, this my shit. All the girls, stomp your feet like this."
At the stomping beat that followed, a tall black woman in green stilettos and a neon green, sequined dress strode out onto the stage.
"A few times I've been around this track.
So it's not just gonna happen like that.
Cuz I ain't no hollaback giiiirl.
I ain't no hollaback giiiiirl."
The woman started lip syncing to the music, shaking her broad hips—and nearly blinding the front row with her sequins—and strutting around stage to the music. Thrilled, the crowd started screaming its enthusiasm, which enticed the woman to wink, stick her butt out, and shake it.
A few moments later, Gaara gave the song a slight remix and stopped it.
"Cuz I ain't no holla—ain't no holla—ain't no hollab-b-back giiiiiiirl."
Swiping at her mussed bangs, the woman picked up a microphone from the floor, rested a hand on her hip, and spoke to the crowd.
"How are y'all doin' tonight?" she spoke in a surprisingly deep alto voice. She smiled at the cheers that she received. "Good, good...I guess that means you're not drunk enough yet. But don't worry darlings, we'll fix that by the end of the night."
She turned and glanced over her shoulder at the rowdy hoots and hollers that erupted from the right side of the stage. "Just ask them, it looks like they've been drinking already."
Confused as to what type of show they'd be watching, Sasuke glanced over at his companions. Naruto had a tremendously amused grin on his face, while Neji looked...uncomfortable. What's going on?
"For those of you who don't already know me—which IS a crime—my name is Hershae Chocolat..."
A sinking feeling settled in Sasuke's stomach.
"...And I am the best drag queen mc in the universe."
Naruto had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the frozen expression on Sasuke's face. Supremely amused with himself, he lifted his arms to rest on the back of his chair, elbows bent and wrists resting on the plastic by his shoulders.
"What's the matter, Sasuke? Never thought about dressing in drag?"
Sasuke slowly turned his head to face the blonde, an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Is this what you call a date, Uzumaki?"
The temperature of his voice could have frozen a lake. Naruto simply laughed, attempting to ignore the way Neji had stiffened beside him.
"Aw, c'mon. You'll enjoy it, I promise."
Grinning cheekily at the boy next to him, Naruto turned back to the stage and watched as Hershae strutted about the stage.
"We have a great show for you tonight to kick off pride week. Our entertainers are some of the best in the United States..." She paused and nodded at the applause. "And they're all dying to give y'all a show. Tell me, where are the gays in the house?"
Screams. Sasuke and Neji exchanged a short, commiserating glare, while Naruto's grin simply grew bigger.
"The straight people?"
More screams.
"And our darling 'equal opportunity' kids?"
Naruto was the loudest by far.
Laughing, Hershae shook her head. "You know, I love straight people. They make things so interesting! And besides, if it weren't for straights, I'd still just be a thought!" She pouted cutely, as if to say, "Now wouldn't that be horrible?"
Swiping at her hair—which Sasuke now realized was probably a wig...especially since it was also green—Hershae scanned the crowd and gave a conspiratorial wink.
"Don't worry, though. We'll convert you by the end of the show."
At the loud hooting that followed, she lifted her free arm to hail the crowd. "Now for our first entertainer! Say hello to 'Shanquay Boulevard'!"
Moments after Hershae disappeared backstage, Christina Aguilara's "Car Wash" began playing, and a tall "woman" with long black hair and very little clothing came striding onstage. Naruto noted the girl's appearance with appreciation, impressed with how well "she" carried off being a female.
Honestly, if I didn't know better, I'd swear she was a chick. He chuckled. Then I would've run scared, simply because she's taller than me.
After the girl finished "singing" and strode off-stage, Naruto rose to his feet.
"I'm going to get us some drinks. What do you guys want?"
He ignored the Just-don't-leave-me-with-HIM vibes the two sent him. "Well? What do you want? Beer?"
The two traded glares with each other before Sasuke stiffly replied, "Rum and coke."
"Gin and tonic."
Naruto glanced back and forth between them, registering the flying sparks, and sighed. "I'll be right back. Don't kill each other."
Wandering off to the bar, Naruto ran a hand through his lightly gelled hair. Dammit, Neji...why'd you have to show up? I was trying to get Sasuke to loosen up, not tighten the screws even further. He sighed. But I guess I don't blame him. If a bunch of people were after Sasuke and I found out that he was going on a date with one of them, I'd probably wheedle my way along, too...
Naruto froze in mid-stride, staring unseeingly at the bar with wide eyes. Wait a minute. I would? He frowned. If I were in that scenario...I'd be jealous. Fist-cracking jealous.
Put off balance by his revelation, he shook his head and stepped up to the bar, ordering his drinks absentmindedly. I'd hate it if Sasuke showed interest in anyone but me. If that's the case, then maybe...
Smiling, he received his drinks, paid, and returned to his seat.
...Maybe Sasuke's not the only one who should be making a confession.
Sitting down between the Uchiha and Hyuuga, who were steadfastly ignoring each other, he passed each his drink and took a strong sip of his beer. He slouched, pretending not to feel both their eyes on him as he gazed at the stage. As time passed, their silent battle with each other sent tension rolling up and down Naruto's spine.
...I think I'm gonna need another beer...
Three performers later—all of whom looked frighteningly realistic—Hershae strode back out on stage, this time wearing a bright orange number and singing along with "Barbie Girl." Fanning herself with a limp hand, she scanned the crowd.
"You people enjoying yourselves?" Screams. "Well, it's about to get better. First, I need a volunteer."
She scanned the crowd, then let her eyes rest on a certain loudmouthed, annoyingly gorgeous blonde.
"And what's your name, honey?" she asked in a silky tone, strutting over to stand before Naruto on the stage.
Naruto smiled, straightening in his seat. "Naruto."
"Would you come up here please, Naruto?"
Sasuke fought to keep his hands to himself as the blonde obligingly stood and climbed the short stairway at the end of the catwalk. I swear, if he even TOUCHES Naruto...
A quick glance at Neji confirmed that the other boy was sharing his thoughts.
"Ooo, you are a strapping young lad, aren't you?" Eyebrows arched, Hershae placed one hand upon Naruto's bicep. "So tell me, gay or straight?"
"I don't discriminate," Naruto replied calmly. A pleased murmur swept through the crowd, sending yet another jolt of jealousy through Sasuke's frame. It didn't help that the boy looked absolutely edible tonight, dressed as he was in that sapphire shirt and leg-and-butt-hugging black slacks. Folding his arms over his chest, Sasuke scowled.
"Hey, gorgeous! What's your number?" Someone yelled from the left side of the audience.
"1-800-NO-CHANCE-IN-HELL. Call me anytime." Naruto grinned at the laughs he received for that one, obviously soaking up the attention.
Hershae laughed as well, then waved the crowd into silence. "Tell me, sweetcheeks, what type of memory would you like to bring home with you tonight?"
After a pause, Naruto fixed Sasuke with an intent stare. "We'll have to see, Hershae."
"Would a picture do?" Sasuke loathed that honeyed tone of voice.
"A picture?"
"Of you...dressed in drag!"
The audience went nuts, some people standing on their chairs and hooting. To Sasuke's surprise—which was small compared to the shock of hearing Naruto and drag combined—Naruto turned bright red, placing a hand nervously behind his head.
"Um, no offense, but I don't think I'd make a very good girl." His cheeks turned redder at the laughing protests to the contrary by the crowd. Hershae simply winked and shooed him off the stage.
"We'll see about that. Off you go, head straight for Will, he's waving his hand right now." Surely enough, a tall man in a yellow shirt stood by an open doorway to the side of the food court, waving his arm and grinning. Naruto sheepishly headed off in that direction, jumping when a bold audience member had the guts to slap him on the ass. Sasuke bit down a growl.
Pleased with herself, Hershae cued Gaara to continue the show, promising that Naruto would "re-emerge" later.
As the next dancer came onstage, one of the boys behind Sasuke leaned forward and folded his arms across the back of Naruto's seat.
"So, which one of you cuties is dating that blonde bombshell?" he asked, grinning as he shook his long brown hair out of his face.
Sasuke and Neji sent him a cold glare.
"No way, neither of you has him?" he shook his head, obviously surprised. Nudging his talkative friend in the ribs, a redhead next to him asked loudly if he could get dibs on Naruto when he came back out. Neji and Sasuke shifted their twin glares to him.
A guy with spiked black hair leaned against the back of Neji's chair, placing his face just a little too close for the Hyuuga's comfort.
"So, what about you, honey? Are you attached?"
"I'm not interested," he replied stiffly, his posture straight enough to make steel envious. The boy shook his head.
"Not interested as in not gay, or not interested as in trying to get your hands on Blondie?"
Sasuke mused dispassionately on the guy's death-wish as Neji's jaw muscles tightened. The noble Hyuuga ignored the question, turning to face forward. Sighing wistfully, the boy behind him sat back.
"A shame, it really is..."
Chuckling, the first guy placed a hand on both Sasuke and Neji's shoulders. "You two really need to loosen up. This is a drag show, for God's sake. Relax!"
With that, he settled back in his seat and began to leave the two boys alone. Sasuke and Neji watched the next few performers with grudging amusement, neither willing to crack the first smile. Since they were sitting in the front row, the two boys were presented with more than their share of suggestive smiles and winks.
The tension between the two was more than enough to distract them from the potential embarrassment.
Arms folded over his chest, Sasuke watched a group of drag kings—he'd been startled to discover that the boys on stage weren't actually boys, considering how realistic they looked—depart the stage with mild interest. His eyes kept darting to the doorway Naruto had disappeared through, growing more irritated by the minute.
What the hell are they doing to him? He shifted in his seat, frowning slightly as Hershae strode back out on stage. Shouldn't he be out here by now? How long does it take to dress someone in drag?
All of Sasuke's thoughts screeched to a halt.
Naruto...in drag? An image of the buff blonde trussed up in some frou-frou pink dress with lace and a parasol drifted through his mind, forcing him to let out a surprised snort of amusement. Sasuke slid a hand over his mouth to hide his growing smile. I was so caught up in being irritated with Neji that I didn't even think about it. Oh god, I'm NEVER going to let him live this down!
Hershae waved her hands to quiet the crowd, an amused smile on her face. "Well, ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, we have a finished product for you to enjoy! Let's bring him out!"
The crowd held its breath as a long leg clad in a knee-length black leather boot stepped out onto the stage. After a moment's pause, a second high-heeled boot swung past it, and a vision strutted confidently onto the stage.
Simultaneously, Sasuke and Neji swallowed hard and shifted in their seats.
A seductive smile on his tinted lips, Naruto strode onto the stage with his hips swinging. As he walked, music filtered out from the speakers: " 'Cuz she's the girl all the bad guys want!"
Sasuke's throat had never been drier in his life. His eyes helplessly followed the length of Naruto's torso; his definition of "drag" was apparently very far off. The stylists backstage had opted to dress the tall blonde in boots that glued themselves to his calves, tight black hot pants that cuddled his ass like there would be no tomorrow, and a cut off black leather "top" that trapped his biceps, shoulders and collar but left his entire muscled chest open for viewing. Black gloves with the fingertips cut off graced his hands.
Sweeping one hand through his golden locks—which had now been expertly styled in a way that made him look like he'd just had wild monkey sex backstage—Naruto strutted to the end of the catwalk and posed, shoulders back and hips thrust forward. His smile was even more poignant up close, the whisker marks on his cheeks—darkened by makeup—giving him a dangerous edge. For some reason Sasuke couldn't fathom, they'd put red, cat-eye-slitted contacts into the boy's eyes.
It was dangerous-looking, and sexy as hell.
When Naruto cast those red eyes on Sasuke and gave the boy a slow, steamy smile, the Uchiha bit his lip and discreetly crossed his legs. He knew his gaze must have held a hint of desperation, but he couldn't help it; never in his life had he wanted someone so badly. Every cell in his body screamed for him to climb onto that stage, run his hands and tongue over all that exposed skin, and beg Naruto to screw him senseless.
Naruto's smile grew amused as he traded stares with the Uchiha, but Sasuke couldn't bring himself to care. He shifted again in his seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure from his abruptly tight slacks.
Whistling under her breath into the microphone, Hershae walked up to the blonde and looked him over.
"Well I'll be damned. Aren't you delicious?" There was a note of wonder in the drag queen's voice before she collected herself. "I have to say, they have outdone themselves!"
Giving Sasuke one last long, sultry look, Naruto turned to face Hershae. "Well, your people did have excellent material to work with."
The mc grinned. "No arguments here, honey. Now tell me, what's your drag queen name?"
Naruto pursed his lips for a moment—which was horribly unfair, since even THAT looked erotic at that moment—and then smiled.
"Kitsune." He let out a low chuckle into the microphone that reverberated in Sasuke's lust-addled body. "It means fox in Japanese."
"Ooo, Japanese? Any particular reason for that?"
Naruto pinned Sasuke with his gaze. "Maybe."
I WILL NOT JUMP NARUTO AND FUCK HIM ONSTAGE. I WILL NOT JUMP NARUTO—
Giving the audience a conspiratorial wink, Hershae patted Naruto on one bulging bicep. "Alright then, Kitsune. Are you ready to go dazzle the commoners below, or do you want to give them a show first?"
He arched one blonde eyebrow in reply. "Do you have to ask?" Smirking, he nodded to Gaara offstage. "Just give me room to work."
Chuckling, Hershae walked down the few steps at the end of the catwalk and stood off to the side as Naruto struck a pose onstage, hands poised open by his sides as he presented his ass to the audience. After a moment, music swept over the crowd.
So if you're lonely,
You know I'm heeeere waitin' for you.
I'm just a crosshair...
I'm just a shooot away from you.
And if you leave here,
You leave me broken, shattered I lie.
I'm just a crosshair.
I'm just a shooot, then we can die.
Aaaaaaaaaaah
Naruto looked over his shoulder at the audience, a smouldering look in his eyes as he sang along.
I knoooow I won't be leavin' hereee... wiiiith yooooou.
As the beat slowed down, Naruto started to slowly gyrate his hips. Sliding one foot to the side, he turned to face the crowd.
His eyes focused on Sasuke's and trapped the brunette in a heated gaze. Spreading his feet apart, he placed both hands over his head, clasped his wrists...
...And started thrusting in time to the beat of "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand.
I say, don't you know!
You say, you don't know.
I say... (more beats and thrusting)
TAKE ME OUT!
I say you don't show.
Don't move, tide is low.
I say...
TAKE ME OUT!
At the short dance break, Naruto dropped down to his knees, ran his hands over his exposed chest, placed his hands behind him, and began pumping his hips on every other beat.
I say you don't know.
You say you don't know.
I say...
TAKE ME OUT!
Sasuke bit back a desperate moan as Naruto continued to dance suggestively on stage, gazes connected the entire time. His erection painfully hard, Sasuke felt his breathing grow ragged as he fought tooth and nail to keep his self control. Oh god...he's going to make me come right here, isn't he...
Swallowing hard, Sasuke fought to keep from leaping up and taking the invitation in Naruto's eyes. He didn't notice the hooting and screaming from the rest of the audience, nor the vengeful eyes of Neji as the Hyuuga fought to keep from ripping the Uchiha to shreds.
...And neither boy saw one of the boys behind them reach forward and tip something into Neji's drink.
I knoooow I won't be leavin' heeeeere...wiiiith yooooooou.
Author's note: Hershae Chocolat is a professional entertainer who mc's drag shows across the United States. If you have a chance to see her, GO! It's well worth it.
I know, I know, evil cliffie. I'll get working on the next chap as soon as I can, yeah? Exams next week, though, so don't be surprised if there's a delay.