Author's note: Thanks for all the great reviews! I hope you enjoy the next chapter. If this story seems familiar, it's because I have it posted at several places on the web. If you've seen it at FF dot net before, LET ME KNOW, because that means someone ripped me off. And yes, this is only going to be a tri-shot.
That said, Enjoy.
"Naruto! Oi! Over here!"
"Naruto-kun! What do you think about this?"
"Naruto, you dumbass, don't put that over there!"
Right. Just ignore him. "It'll be eeeeasy."
HAH.
Sasuke leaned in a shadowed archway as his peers, older, and younger villagers worked on setting up booths for the summer festival. Vividly colored streamers and banners were being hung in every possible location, and the air was ripe with chatting voices and the scents of sample foods already being cooked.
And in the middle of it all stood Naruto.
A big smile on his face, the boy hefted two tremendous slabs of wood onto his shoulders and headed towards a booth in the beginning stages of its construction. A smaller boy snuck up behind him, a popper can clenched tightly in his hands.
"Say, Naruto-niichan?"
"Eh?" Blinking, Naruto turned around.
"SURPRISE!"
POW!
Coughing, Naruto shook his head violently to disperse the confetti and smoke. Still gripping the wood tightly, he snarled down at the laughing boy.
"Konohamaru! You just wait until I put these down, you little creep!"
Chuckling, the boy ran away and stuck his tongue out. "I learned it from you, Naruto-nii!"
"That's the problem! Stop being such a good student!"
Onlookers just chuckled and shook their heads as the two continued their banter, most returning to work. Sasuke allowed himself a small smile. Naruto looked ridiculous with two boards as big as he was on each shoulder, streamers and confetti dangling out of his hair and off his nose, and his tongue very firmly planted in midair.
As if a blip had appeared on his radar, Naruto glanced over at Sasuke. The taller boy immediately schooled the smile off his face, almost in synch with the arrival of a smirk on Naruto's. The blonde sauntered over to him and paused, lowering one plank of wood to the ground and leaning against it.
"Well, now, isn't this a surprise! Ice-prince Uchiha is actually in the same area as people who are gasp socializing? Shouldn't you be in the other end of town by now?"
Sasuke gave him a cool look. "Am I bothering you by being here?"
Naruto snorted. "No, but I think there'll be a full page write-up in the paper tomorrow. I'll bet the guy behind you is taking pictures right now."
I won't turn to look. I won't.
Lifting an eyebrow, Sasuke crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his leaning position against the wall.
"If there's an article about me, it'll have to be right next to the one about you destroying half the festival in one shot."
"Hey! That was one booth, and only one time! Will you guys drop it already?"
Kiba, who was working on nailing a wooden sign to the top of a stand—or just happily hammering, Sasuke wasn't quite sure—glanced down and snorted.
"Naruto, how can we let it drop? All I can remember about that festival is you, utter pandemonium, and a lot of goldfish. It was hilarious!"
Ino glanced up from her flower arrangements. "Didn't he say he'd gotten a goldfish stuck down his yukata?"
"It was a snapping turtle! The damn thing was trying to bite a hole through my chest!"
"At least until it made its way around to your butt!"
"Will you cut it out already?" Scowling, Naruto shot ineffective icy glares at his friends. "I can't live anything down, can I?"
"Not if we can help it, no." Kiba grinned at him.
Naruto sighed, then turned to glare at Sasuke, who was busy smothering a smile. "Quit laughing at me and help us set up, you lazy ass."
Smirking, Sasuke caught the plank of wood that was abruptly lobbed at him. "I thought Shikamaru held that title."
Chouji chuckled around a mouthful of potato chips. "And he's proud of it, so you might want to be careful giving it away like that."
The boy in question simply rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. It still holds for Sasuke." Giving him a Look from the corner of his eye, he started walking down the row of booths. "C'mon already, they need supplies down here."
Sasuke followed Naruto bemusedly, fighting hard not to let his gaze travel down the boy's back and focus on that firm, muscular ass...which he wouldn't know anything about, since he wasn't looking. Honest.
Frowning, Sasuke decided that as long as his gaze happened to be in that region, he might as well take in the boy's mildly atrocious style. In honor of the hot day, he'd lost the orange jacket—did he realize just how good he looked in a black T-shirt?—but the bright orange pants were still there. They were rolled up at the bottom, but still, they were bound to be hot.
...Come to think of it, had Naruto ever worn shorts? Sasuke couldn't think of a time other than when Naruto went swimming or caught fish in his boxers—I'm not going to think about that, I'm not. Didn't the boy get hot?
Lost in his musings, Sasuke just barely caught the sound of snapping wood and a strangled curse. Glancing up, he saw a wooden sign break free on one end and come swinging down...
...And Naruto wasn't paying attention.
Sasuke reacted before he could think. Dropping his cargo, he rushed at the boy. He must have called Naruto's name, because the boy turned around and had just enough time to give him a confused look before Sasuke knocked them both to the ground. The sign missed Sasuke's head by inches, allowing him to feel a slight breeze as it went by.
Panting, Sasuke didn't move for a moment. He could feel Naruto's chest rising and falling beneath him, and this...heat from the blonde's body seemed to sink into the pale boy's skin. Grunting, he forced himself to push himself up to his knees and glared down at Naruto.
"You idiot! Don't you ever pay attention? That sign was about to—" He paused to duck as the sign swung back. "—Clock you! Even a baby could have seen it coming!"
Naruto somewhat surprised face melted into a glower. "Well, excuse me for having better things on my mind!"
Sasuke snorted derisively. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like..." Naruto's eyes suddenly intensified, surprising Sasuke into lifting his eyebrows. The blonde reached up, snagged Sasuke's collar, and yanked, stopping when Sasuke's face was only inches from his. Letting out a small, surprised yelp, Sasuke stared down into Naruto's intense gaze and felt a blush rush across his features.
Wh-what's he doing? Sasuke's eyes widened as a slow smirk quirked Naruto's lips. Swallowing hard, he tried to calm his heartbeat as Naruto's eyelids lowered halfway. He stared with fascination as those lips started to move.
"You know, I totally should have let that hit you."
"H-huh?" Blinking, Sasuke glanced up and saw that the sign was slowly swinging to a stop above his head. From where he'd been sitting earlier, the sign would have nailed him on a downswing if Naruto hadn't...
...Pulled him out of the way like that.
...Damn.
Blushing and furious at being unable to hide it, Sasuke lurched to his feet. Chuckling, Naruto followed suit.
"...But I guess I owed you one, since you saved me first." Turning, Naruto snagged the sign and lifted it, handing the free end back to a profusely apologizing teenager. "Hey, it's alright! It happens to everyone, right?"
Sasuke tuned out Naruto's reassurances, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away. Something deep inside of him was shaking. The way he'd reacted when Naruto pulled him out of harm's way...did the boy suspect anything? Had he even noticed? Taking slow breaths, Sasuke tried to calm his still rapid heartbeat.
I could've sworn, with that look in his eyes, that he was going to kiss me. A horrible thought occurred to Sasuke. Is it possible that...he knows? And he's just toying with me?
His heart going cold, he turned to give Naruto what he hoped was a blank stare. Naruto was bending over to pick up his dropped piece of wood.
"Good, it's not broken. Iruka-sensei would have my head," he mumbled. Straightening, he blinked at Sasuke. "What's the matter with you?"
Sasuke slowly shook his head. "Nothing."
Lifting an eyebrow, Naruto turned and started continuing down their original path. "You know, you get weirder every day, Sasuke. You really do."
After a moment's hesitation, Sasuke retrieved his own board and followed after Naruto. He frowned as he contemplated the boy's behavior. He was chatting lively with people as they passed by, smiling, carrying on and tossing a quip or two at Sasuke from time to time. If he knew about Sasuke's feelings for him, he wouldn't be acting so normally, right? And Naruto wasn't really the kind of person to mess with another's emotions or thoughts...he was too straightforward.
...No. Naruto couldn't suspect. He'd have demanded an explanation by now.
Breathing a small sigh of relief, Sasuke quickened his pace. It wasn't until he was already helping cut wood and nailing that he thought more about it.
...But if he doesn't suspect...
...What was with that look when he pulled me down?
"Oi! Sasuke! Naruto!"
The two glanced up from hanging a banner—Sasuke still wasn't sure why exactly he was humoring Naruto by helping out—to see Kiba come running up to them. The scruffy boy grinned at them, Akamaru at his feet.
"I'm having a party tonight at my place. You two in?"
Naruto visibly perked up. "You bet! What time?"
"Around eleven." He turned to look at Sasuke. "What about you? Are you coming?"
Sasuke opened his mouth to turn down the invitation. It wasn't like he had anything to do tonight, but he wasn't the socializing type. He'd rather spend the night alone than stuck making small talk with his increasingly drunk peers.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there."
Sasuke hoped he didn't look as surprised as he felt when the two gave him a startled stare. He knew what they were thinking since he was thinking it himself: Uchiha Sasuke just agreed to go to a party?
...Did it just get cold in hell, or was it just me?
Kiba recovered first, smirking as he turned to walk off. "Alright then. See you two later."
Sasuke watched him go off, spotting Naruto out of the corner of his eye. The boy was still giving him an odd stare.
"What?" he asked irritably. Naruto blinked, shaking his head as if snapping out of it.
"Nothing." Tying his end of the banner tight, Naruto flashed Sasuke a slightly off smile. "I have to run, I need to do a couple of errands for Iruka-sensei."
Sasuke lifted an eyebrow. "And I need to know this because...?"
Naruto gave him a sour look. "Just forget it. See you tonight, Sasuke."
The pale boy had to suppress the tingle that ran through him at those words. Granted, they were just going to be at a party together, but the way Naruto said it, it almost seemed like a date.
...Right. In your dreams, Uchiha.
Shaking his head, he finished tying the banner to the post. The day that happens, pigs will build a nest in my hair and lay eggs.
The sound of clinking drinks, loud music, and laughing teenagers surrounded Sasuke as he lounged upon Kiba's couch, nursing his own drink. Most of them were well on their way to being drunk, especially Kiba himself. The dog-lover currently had his arm thrown about a blushing Hinata's shoulders, and he was talking animatedly with Naruto about some stupid thing or another.
Rolling his eyes, Sasuke took another sip from his only drink of the evening. It was enough to have to deal with a crowd of drunks; he didn't have to be one of them.
"Hey! Let's play truth or dare!"
Everyone glanced around at the unexpected shout. Someone else replied, "When we're drunk?"
"That's when it's the most fun, dumbass!"
Kiba smirked, tugging a mildly protesting Hinata closer. "That sounds like a good idea. Everyone who's playing, c'mere and gather 'round!"
Several laughing, drink swinging people surrounded the table the boy was leaning against. As soon as he was satisfied with the number of participants, Kiba began the game.
"Alright...Sakura. Truth or dare?"
"Umm...truth."
Kiba thought for a long moment. "Who was your first kiss?"
The girl blushed darkly, darting looks at Sasuke. "Well, um, I don't really remember..."
"Aw c'mon, Sakura! Spill!"
She fumbled with her drink, mumbling something under her breath.
The others leaned forward. Naruto leaned his chin upon his hand.
"What was that, Sakura-chan?"
She tipped her chin up defiantly. "I-it was Ino, alright?"
The group went nuts.
"No way! You and Ino?"
"I can't believe it!"
"Hell, I knew that Sasuke thing was a cover-up!"
Fists at her sides, Sakura called out. "We were seven, ok? We wanted to see what the older girls were talking about!"
Amongst the hooting, Naruto gave her a cheeky smile and threw an arm about her shoulders. "I can show you what the older girls were talking about, Sakura-ch—"
A fist in his face shut him up quite effectively.
Trying to recover her lost dignity, Sakura picked her victim. "Hinata. Truth or Dare."
"D-dare." She blushed, but her jaw line stayed strong. She was still trying to drag herself out of her shell, and now was as good a time to do it as any!
"Hmm." Sakura tapped her finger against her chin. Abruptly, she smiled. "Kiss Kiba."
"W-what?" It was amazing what miraculous shades of red the human face could muster. Stammering nervously under her breath, she turned towards the boy who'd adopted a huge grin.
"Sakura, I love you!" he hooted, right before wrapping his arms around Hinata, tipping her back, and planting his lips on hers.
Amid the catcalling and cheers, Hinata managed to shock and delight everyone by grabbing fistfuls of Kiba's hair and pulling him closer. When they came up for air, she smiled shyly, reached for her drink, and took a long sip. Calming herself, she allowed her smile to widen as Kiba's arm wrapped itself firmly about her waist.
"Okay...Chouji. Truth or Dare."
The slightly hefty boy grinned. "Truth."
"Who...who have you had the longest crush on?"
He paused to think for a moment. "Sakajima-san."
The others blinked at him.
"The...lady who runs the barbeque restaurant?" Kiba asked slowly.
"Yup!" Chouji grinned. "Her cooking is the best!" He ducked as several amused groans and slaps came at him. "It's true!"
Chuckling, Naruto took another sip from his—what was it, fourth? Fifth?—drink. "Alright then, Chouji. Your turn. Who's your victim?"
The boy pouted, staring thoughtfully at Naruto. Abruptly, his face cleared, and he pointed at the boy in front of him.
"Naruto. Truth or dare."
Naruto blinked in surprise, but he lowered his drink and smirked.
"Dare. Bring it on, barbeque boy!"
Chouji thought intensely for a long moment, glancing around and muttering to himself. Eventually, his gaze lighted on Sasuke, who up until now was only watching the game with vague interest. A drunken grin settled on the large boy's face.
"I dare you...to striptease and give Sasuke a lap dance!"
Everyone went nuts as Naruto dropped his drink. His jaw fell open, and he sputtered.
"You want me to what?"
You want him to WHAT?
Laughing uproariously, Kiba slapped him on the back. "C'mon, man! Give the Uchiha a show." He gave Naruto a challenging grin. "Unless you're too chicken to do it."
"Like hell I am!"
Sasuke didn't think he could move if he tried. He was pretty sure his heart had just stopped, and sweat broke out on his hands and forehead.
Naruto's going to give me a lap dance? He blinked, resisting the urge to pinch himself. This was going to be the epitome of Sasuke's dreams—and nightmares—if it were real. Maybe that sign really DID hit me earlier.
Smirking, Naruto downed the rest of his drink. "I'll show you guys. Uzumaki Naruto isn't afraid of anything!" He stomped over to the stereo, changed CDs, and selected a song. Smirking, he strode over to Sasuke and took a wide-legged stance before him, hands planted on his hips. Sasuke could only stare up at him, a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face.
After a moment, the music began.
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave meeee.
As the beat began, Naruto started to dance in front of Sasuke, hips gyrating and shoulders rolling. Sasuke's grip on his drink tightened dangerously. Someone tell me this isn't really happening...
I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt,
So sexy it huuuurts.
At that, Naruto ran his hands up his chest, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and ripped the front in half. Sasuke's mouth went dry as Naruto smirked and peeled the remains of his shirt off, tossing it in Sasuke's face.
I'm too sexy for Milan. Too sexy for Milan,
New York and Japan.
And I'm too sexy for your party. Too sexy for your party.
No way I'm disco dancing!
Naruto pulled an old-fashioned point and pelvic thrust move at that spot, causing Sasuke to suddenly down the rest of his drink. Dear god...
I'm a model, you know what I mean,
When I do my little turn on the catwalk.
Yeah, on the catwalk. On the catwalk yeah,
I do my little turn on the catwalk.
At the following dance break, Naruto strode closer, planting a hand on either side of Sasuke's shoulders and running a tongue over his teeth. One hand was removed to trail down Naruto's bared chest, the muscles flexing as he continued to dance. Sasuke's grip on Naruto's shirt—he'd caught it by reflex when Naruto tossed it at him—tightened, and he found himself strategically placing the shirt over his groin.
I'm too sexy for my car. Too sexy for my car,
Too sexy by far.
And I'm too sexy for my hat. Too sexy for my hat,
What do you think about that?
At that, he ripped his hitai-ate off his forehead and flung it across the room.
I'm a model, you know what I mean
When I do my little turn on the catwalk.
Yeah on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah,
I shake my little touche on the catwalk.
One guess as to what he did there.
At the next dance break, Naruto reached for his zipper. Sasuke had just enough time to think: He couldn't really be planning to—
Before he could finish the thought, Naruto's pants caught him in the face.
Almost afraid to look, Sasuke wrapped his fingers around the fabric and slowly pulled it away from his face. There Naruto was, standing before him in his boxers, pulling long, fluid, wave-like moves with his upper body. Sasuke nearly had to check himself to make sure he wasn't drooling.
He was definitely starting to have a problem...
I'm too sexy for my—too sexy for my—too sexy for my—
Naruto suddenly climbed onto the couch, placing one knee to either side of Sasuke. The blushing boy glanced up at Naruto as he grinned, continuing his hip-gyrating motions at a MUCH closer range.
Sasuke's little "problem" just got a LOT bigger.
Sasuke felt a trickle of blood run down from his nose. Flinching, he rushed to place his hand under his nose to stem any more flow. His eyes helplessly followed Naruto's hips as they pumped and swayed before him.
God help me, give me strength...
Cuz I'm a model. You know what I mean
As I do my little turn on the catwalk.
Yeah on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah,
I shake my little touche on the catwalk.
Naruto sang along with that verse, placing his hands on Sasuke's chest and caressing boldly. Sasuke had to fight to keep breathing, his grip on the clothes threatening to rip them. He had to stifle a gasp as Naruto did the unexpected—
—He dropped his hips onto Sasuke's and started rolling.
Oh GOD.
Sasuke trembled with the strain of holding himself back. Maybe Naruto was drunk enough to do this, but Sasuke couldn't claim the same excuse. No matter what, he HAD to keep his hands to himself, he had to—
Biting his lip, he tried his very best to ignore the wonderful sensations along his groin that Naruto was creating.
...Wait. WHAT?
I'm too sexy for my cat. Too sexy for my cat,
Poor pussy. Poor pussy cat!
At that, Naruto leaned forward and purred into Sasuke's ear. Sasuke swallowed convulsively, trying to think happy thoughts, trying to find his happy place...
...Which didn't work at all, because those train tracks kept bringing him right back HERE.
I'm too sexy for my love. Too sexy for my love,
Love's going to leave me...
Naruto stood abruptly, striking a dramatic pose. He sang the last line aloud.
"And I'm too sexy for this song!"
Their friends went wild, hooting and laughing, and Naruto gave them a tremendous grin. Some of the girls whistled at him.
"Thanks for the show, Naruto!"
"I think Sasuke enjoyed it more!"
Sasuke flinched at that, startling the frozen expression off his face. Clutching Naruto's clothing to his groin to hide the effect of Naruto's little "dance," he slunk down in his seat.
I won't be able to sleep for a WEEK after this...
Accepting the praise and applause gratefully, Naruto turned, swept into a deep bow—presenting Sasuke with a nice view of his behind—and straightened, giving Sasuke a saucy wink over his shoulder.
"You can keep those. Think of them as souvenirs."
Sasuke's blush intensified against his will, and he sunk lower into the overstuffed couch. Ignoring the catcalls and amused, "well-intended" jibes thrown at him, Sasuke fought to get himself under control.
For the first time in his life, Sasuke truly, passionately wanted to get drunk.
Some time later, when people seemed to vaguely forget the game and Naruto's dance, Sasuke stood and excused himself to the kitchen. Leaning heavily against the sink, he sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"For crying out loud, Naruto..." he moaned quietly. "Are you completely oblivious? Can you honestly have no idea what you do to me!"
"Maybe you should tell him that."
Sasuke nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning around to find himself face to face with a very drunk and bemusedly smiling Kiba.
"If you're that turned on by him, maybe you should tell him so."
Sasuke sputtered and stumbled over a hundred denials, but one look at Kiba's face told him that he was wasting his breath. Closing his mouth, he turned away and stared into the sink. Normally, he would have ignored the drunk boy until he wandered away, but something inside him wanted, just this once, to discuss what was happening to him.
"...And what then? Naruto's not interested in me. I'll only humiliate myself," he eventually replied.
Kiba shook his head, taking a sip from his drink. "And how do you know he's not interested in you?"
"He's straight."
Kiba lifted an eyebrow. "You sure?"
Sasuke turned, giving him an incredulous look. "Are you serious? Naruto's been hung up on Sakura for years. I've never seen him once imply that he had any other inclinations. He's obviously straight."
"You know..." Kiba stepped forward, placing his drink on the counter and pinning Sasuke with a stern look. "Just because Naruto likes girls, it doesn't mean that he can't like guys, too."
Sasuke flinched. "But...he's never shown anything that would imply he's even remotely interested in guys."
"...But he's shown interest in you."
Sasuke blinked. "What?"
Kiba shrugged. "I dunno. I could be wrong, but I always thought I sensed this...electricity coming off the two of you. I didn't think much on it, but maybe—"
"That's impossible." Sasuke shook his head in firm denial. "Naruto doesn't have a clue. All he's ever been interested in from me is the rivalry and friendship, nothing more."
He turned to gaze sadly out the window. "Nothing more."
Kiba rolled his eyes. "Well, how will you ever know unless you take a chance? Are you planning to keep quiet about the fact that you love him until it's too late?"
Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. "W-what do you mean, l...lo..."
"Love, Sasuke. It's not hard to pronounce," Kiba remarked dryly. "You love him, don't you?"
Sasuke stared at him, his eyes the size of saucers. Do I? That would certainly explain his near-constant obsession with the blonde and his free-wheeling emotions whenever the boy was around...
I...love Naruto?
Blushing furiously, Sasuke turned away. He barely registered the sound of liquor hitting an empty glass as he struggled to get his jumbled thoughts into a recognizable order. When the glass was suddenly shoved in front of him, he nearly jumped.
"Here. Maybe this'll loosen you up." Kiba watched as Sasuke tentatively took a sip. "Look, I don't really care if you decide to tell Naruto or keep it a secret until doomsday, but I'm still going to say this. If you keep it to yourself, give up on him and he ends up with someone else, will you be satisfied? It'll happen, if you say nothing. He'll get married, have kids, whatever, and you never even took a chance."
He turned and began to walk out of the kitchen. Glancing back, he added one more thought as he walked out the door.
"If that happens, will you be able to live with yourself?"
Sasuke watched him go, then pondered his drink.
Will you be able to live with yourself?
Coward.
Gritting his teeth, he lifted the glass and downed all of its contents.
Naruto set his mostly full glass aside as the party began to wind down. Dressed in a borrowed pair of Kiba's sweats, Naruto took a glance at his friends. Aside from Lee, who was forbidden by everyone to drink, he seemed to be the only person who wasn't drunk out of his mind.
One of the benefits of having Kyuubi. A guy could definitely hold his liquor.
Naruto's small smile faded as he took in Sasuke, who was leaning irritably against the wall, yet another glass in his hands. The boy, whom Naruto thought at first would be the restrained drinker, had suddenly seemed to be on a mission to get himself horribly and vision-splittingly smashed, downing drink after drink. He'd even participated in six of the seven drinking games, for cripe's sake.
What got into him?
Frowning, Naruto watched as Sasuke gave yet another admiring girl the Look of Death before returning to his drink. As the night went on, Sasuke's limited socializing skills had vanished completely. Sighing, Naruto pushed away from the table he was leaning on and walked over to the boy.
Sasuke looked up as he approached, a wary, narrowed gaze zeroing uncertainly on Naruto's face.
"What do you want, dobe?"
"I told you to stop calling me that!" Naruto watched as Sasuke's balance slipped, causing him to stumble a few steps away from the wall before he caught himself. He sighed again.
"All right, that's enough for you." Ignoring the boy's protests, he snatched the glass out of Sasuke's hands and grabbed the boy's arm, leading him towards the door.
"Where the hell are we going?"
"Home. You're tanked, Sasuke."
"'N' you're not?" Sasuke leaned forward, blinking blearily into Naruto's face. "Huh. Guess you're not. Damn." Straightening, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "You had way more drinks than I did."
"I'm not so sure of that anymore. Now c'mon, Sasuke." He walked the gently weaving boy to the door, calling out to Kiba as he passed, "I'll return these tomorrow, ok?"
Kiba waved him off. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He smirked abruptly as he spotted Sasuke. "Go for it, Uchiha! You can do it!"
Confused, Naruto glanced up as Sasuke merely grunted in return, a blush settling on the boy's already flushed features.
What was that all about?
Shrugging, Naruto helped Sasuke down the few stairs in front of Kiba's door. He chuckled lightly as the boy stumbled.
"Easy there, Pretty Boy. There's no rush to reacquaint your face with the ground."
Sasuke stilled, locking eyes with Naruto.
"...You think I'm pretty?"
"Huh?" Naruto blinked as Sasuke lurched forward, bringing their faces close together.
"Do you...think I'm pretty, Naruto?"
For some odd reason, Naruto found himself fighting off a slow blush. "Well, I..." Recovering, he flashed Sasuke a dry smirk. "I'm sure your fangirl squad can answer that one."
Sasuke grunted, dropping his gaze and glaring at the ground. "So could yours."
"What?" Naruto lifted an eyebrow at him.
Sasuke shook his head. "Nothing."
The two walked in relative silence to Sasuke's house. After Sasuke's third trip, Naruto slung the boy's left arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm about Sasuke's waist, giving him all the support he'd need. When he glanced up, he could swear that Sasuke was blushing, but that didn't make any sense.
...Then again, lots of things over the last few days hadn't made any sense.
He kept catching the Uchiha looking at him with a peculiar glint in his eyes, and the boy seemed to blush every time they came in contact. At first he'd wondered if Sasuke was coming down with something, but after a while he'd noticed the boy's peculiar pauses and odd hesitations in conversations and battles with him. It was like he was trying not to show something, but what could it possibly be?
Not that his worrying ever got him any answers. Sasuke was about as open as a maximum security prison.
After what felt like an eternity, Naruto managed to bring them to Sasuke's front steps. He paused, looking at Sasuke expectantly.
"Are you going to open the door, or should I just leave you in a heap on your stairs?"
Sasuke gave him a slow, I'm-trying-to-process-this look. "I'll open it." He fumbled in his pockets, eventually withdrawing his keys and unlocking his door.
"...Though I didn't expect to bring you home with me tonight."
"What?" Naruto's head snapped up while he tried to open the door and get them through without running either of them into the doorjamb. "What did you just say?"
Sasuke shook his head. "Nothing, Uzumaki."
As soon as they stumbled into the house, Sasuke pushed away from Naruto and staggered into the kitchen. Curious, Naruto followed.
He frowned when Sasuke took down a glass and a bottle of scotch from a cabinet.
"No way. You're going to keep drinking?"
"I'm already home, aren't I? What does it matter if I drink now?"
Naruto moved forward, stealing the glass and bottle from Sasuke's weak grip. "You're already going to have a monster hangover, you idiot. Stop making things worse!"
Sasuke scowled at him. "What the fuck do you care? Why don't you stop being such a good 'friend' and get the hell out of here!"
Slamming the glassware on the counter, Naruto turned on him. "Gee, nice thanks I get for trying to take care of you! I've been worried about you all week, you asshole, and now you're trying to throw me out!"
Sasuke's eyes suddenly became very focused. "You were...worried about me?"
"Of course I was, you flake! Why do you think I asked you to dinner yesterday?"
Sasuke's midnight eyes seemed to darken as he stared at Naruto. After a moment, Naruto flinched under the pressure.
"What's your problem now?"
Sasuke didn't seem to hear him. Giving an imperceptible nod, he stepped forward.
"I've decided."
"Huh?" Naruto took a step back as Sasuke advanced, stopping when he felt the kitchen table bump the back of his legs. "Decided what?"
Sasuke stepped forward again, planting one hand on either side of Naruto on the table and leaning forward.
"I'm not giving up on you."
"Huh? Sasuke, wha-mmph!"
Naruto's eyes grew wide as saucers as he found his lips under siege by a very sloppy Sasuke. Question marks stampeding through his brain, Naruto reached up and clutched at Sasuke's shirt for balance.
The boy growled in response, deepening the kiss and driving Naruto's head back.
What the hell is going on here? Naruto made small, surprised noises in his throat as Sasuke's tongue found its way into his mouth. The taste of alcohol and Sasuke's own spice flooded his senses, making him close his eyes for a brief moment.
Before he could open them again, Naruto found himself pushed flat on his back on the table, with Sasuke's hands greedily running over every available inch of the blonde. Squeaking in surprise, Naruto started to push at Sasuke's shoulders.
The dark haired boy lifted his head, staring down at Naruto with intense, heavy-lidded eyes.
"God, I've wanted to do this for so long..."
Gripping Naruto's knees, he forced the boy's legs apart, stepped between them, and rocked his hips forward.
Naruto gasped as he felt clearly what he thought he'd been mistaken in feeling earlier at the party. Sasuke's erection rubbed against him, the force of the boy's thrusts increasing as Sasuke gripped Naruto's hips and pulled him to meet him, groin to groin. Naruto felt dizzy, a condition that only worsened when Sasuke dipped his head and began sucking feverishly at Naruto's neck.
"S-Sasuke, what..." Swallowing hard, Naruto squeezed his eyes shut. "What are you doing?"
Sasuke bit him lightly, running his tongue over the offended area. "Something I've been dreaming of for the last month."
"W-what?"
"It was sporadic at first," Sasuke continued absentmindedly, focused on his ministrations to Naruto's neck. "A dream here, a dream there. Nothing to worry about." He worked his way up to Naruto's jaw, his hips never ceasing their thrusting rhythm. "But it kept getting worse...this last week, there hasn't been a single damn night where I didn't dream of you. Of doing this to you."
Naruto's mind was reeling. Sasuke's been lusting after me? THAT'S why he's been acting so weird lately?
Suddenly unable to breathe, Naruto pushed at Sasuke's shoulders. "Sasuke...wait. Get off me. I need to think—"
"Then think." Sasuke returned his attention to Naruto's lips, ravaging his mouth with a ferocity Naruto couldn't comprehend. Panic shooting through him, Naruto lifted a foot and slid it between them, pressing against Sasuke's stomach.
"I—" he started, ripping his mouth away. "Said OFF!"
With that, he pushed Sasuke with all his might...
...And flung the boy into the opposite wall.
Naruto shakily climbed to his feet as Sasuke stared up at him, a blank expression on his face.
"I-I need to think about this, Sasuke. I can't just—"
Sasuke snorted, seemingly uncaring about his undignified position on the floor. "Now you're going to tell me that you had no idea? Even with that damn lap dance of yours—"
"I didn't have any idea, Sasuke! That's the point!"
The taller boy shut up, staring up at Naruto with widened, unfocused eyes. "You...didn't?"
"No!"
After a long moment, Sasuke picked himself off the floor and settled himself unsteadily in a nearby chair. Naruto began backing off, heading for the entrance to the kitchen.
"Look, I'll...I'll see you tomorrow, alright, Sasuke?"
The boy gave him a curt nod, waving him off.
Naruto took the chance to skitter out the front door. Closing it securely behind him, he leaned back against it and closed his eyes.
"Geez, Sasuke. What am I supposed to do now?"
When the night supplied no immediate answers, Naruto stuffed his hands into the sweatpants' pockets and headed home, his head bowed.
What do we do now...?
Author's note: I've never fried so many brain cells in one chapter before...00