Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Naruto saw beauty in the linear flight of a kunai striking its target with dead-on precision. He saw beauty in the warmth of the steam rising from a bowl of ramen before his chopsticks broke its surface and in the sun creeping over the horizon when he got up early in the morning to train.
It wasn't until his fingers traced the arch of Itachi's neck as the other ninja came or Naruto first saw Itachi sleeping that he inexplicably understood what he had seen, however; sex and its aftermath were quite influential on a teenage boy, after all.