A/N: Here's chapter 2. I know I shouldn't post these things so close together, but I'm really a bit excited about this. It's way more sexy than I usually do, and I know how much you little henatis love that. So, on with my warnings...

FL--Foul Language

Y--Yaoi fantasies

Legal Stuffiness: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters therein. Kishimoto Masashi, sole proprietor, and he owns my soul.

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Bless Me, Father…

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Chapter 2: Lunch Hour

"No….Yes…Will you please fax them to Los Angeles for me? Sure, I'll trade for the Johnson account. It'll be easier than dealing with the Kaminski account."

The monotone from the other side of the cubicle wall lulled him. He leaned back in his chair, thinking of a flushed but pale man with a deep baritone voice, who seemed constantly irritated with him. And he smiled. Sasuke was beautiful. It was like he radiated some kind of dark magnetism that only he seemed to have. They'd gone to lunch the other day. Naruto had thoroughly enjoyed the surly man's presence, but then again, he always did.

Then, his face darkened at what Sakura had suggested. She knew very well that Naruto was almost painfully attracted to his cubicle neighbor, nearly to the point of being too distracted to work. Sakura, at the urging of her girlfriend, Ino, had given him the suggestion of coming on to the man at work, or at lunch. That would, as far as Naruto was concerned, never happen. He was altogether sure that Sasuke was as straight as a board, and far too wrapped up in the whole religion thing to actually ever consider having feelings for anyone of the opposite sex, let alone the same.

And so, as he sat there, listening to Sasuke's rumbling voice, he was at a loss as to what to do. Sakura's exact words had been, "Get on your knees and blow him," but that was so not Naruto's style. He had hung up on her, not exactly pleased by her suggestion. In fact, he had gone so far as to go over to their apartment and yell at her. Naruto felt guilty afterward, of course, because she had looked scared. That went double because she was pregnant. In the end, he had apologized and hugged her until she stopped crying, and then let Ino smack him to her heart's content.

His thoughts latched onto that suggestion, which was why he had yelled at her. He thought of walking into that cramped little cubicle, and pushing Sasuke's chair to the opposite wall. Then, he would lean down, brushing his own lips over warm, smooth, inviting…lips…before putting his mouth to better use. He imagined his hands tugging at a belt, a button, a zipper. A waistband. And then he would see how much higher he could make that deep voice go. He might be able to get it up into the tenor range, though he wasn't sure. He'd only ever heard baritone and bass come out of those beautiful lips.

"…for lunch?"

Naruto blinked. He turned to the entrance of his cubicle, to see Sasuke standing there, leaning against the wall, twirling a pen in his fingers, sleeves rolled up, and holding a cup of coffee. He was smirking. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt your drool-fest? You're not supposed to be sleeping on company time, Naruto."

"I wasn't sleeping. I just zoned out." Naruto berated himself for sounding so lame. "What was it you said? Something about lunch?" His stomach growled at the mention of food.

Sasuke's smirk became a genuine smile, and Naruto was sure that his heart stopped. "I said that it was about noon, and if you wanted you could come with me for lunch." Naruto jumped up from his chair, taking up his jacket and wallet, then pushing Sasuke ahead of him. "Hey!" the dark-haired man growled, "You're going to make me spill my coffee!" He stopped pushing, and Sasuke set his cup down on his own desk, before unrolling his sleeves while glaring at Naruto. As he put in his cuff-links, Sasuke said, "What the hell were you daydreaming about that you had such a weird look on your face, anyway?"

Naruto's smile faded. What did he say to that? Oh, I was just fantasizing about deep-throating you in your cubicle…that didn't sound like it would work. How about, I was wondering if you'd ever consent to having me suck you off at work? Nope. That wouldn't do. So, he stuck to lying by omission. "My friend Sakura's kind of a bitch. She told me something really stupid the other day, and I was thinking about how I hung up on her and yelled at her. Kind of made me feel like shit. She's pregnant."

"Wow." Sasuke said, more to himself than to Naruto. "I didn't think you had a mean bone in your body." That made Naruto start.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I thought they gave them all to me that year." Sasuke was putting on his jacket now. Naruto blinked in confusion, frowning. "That was a joke, moron." Naruto gave a weak laugh, but mostly because he was stunned by the Uchiha's attempt at humor. The fact that he'd tried was enough for Naruto. Maybe he wasn't as cold as he'd thought. Of course, that opinion was quickly erased as Sasuke grabbed his blue and orange striped tie and started hauling him out of the office. "Come on, moron. I'm hungry. What do you want to eat?"

"Don't care."

"Right. You're the human garbage disposal. How about that new Chinese place down the street? They've got lunch specials." He just nodded. As Sasuke let go of his tie (apparently, the man was sure he would follow him now), Naruto's eyes narrowed. Why was Sasuke being so nice? Granted, this was still rather rude…pulling a guy by the neck…but for Sasuke, he seemed like he should be giggling and hugging people. The ice block must have been in a good mood or something.

When they got into his car, Naruto buckled his safety belt, and looked over at Sasuke. The little smile on his face was enough to freak Naruto out just a bit. Of course, being in a confined space with Sasuke meant that his imagination was going to start running wild again very soon. The moment Sasuke pulled out of the parking spot he'd taken earlier in the morning, and was concentrating on getting out of the massive parking lot, Naruto started to imagine vehicular sex.

Windows would be fogging up, and that intense gaze would be focused on him as his back began sticking to the leather of the seat. The back seat. Their bodies would be sweating, their breath quick. And then, there would be sounds that made him crazy. Growling moans, courtesy of Sasuke, would almost drive him over the edge as those creamy hands moved over hot, naked flesh. A broken spring under his back would creak, and he would let out a little laugh, but that would stop when Sasuke slid into him…and then the best noises would start. Panting, moaning, struggling breaths, trying to draw it out as long as possible, but needing release even more. Finally, there would be hoarse cries, close together, as they came.

Naruto came back to reality as the car stopped. He blinked, and Sasuke looked at him oddly. "That's the longest I've ever heard you shut up."

"Fuck you, Sasuke!" Naruto snapped before removing his seat-belt. He turned to exit the car so that Sasuke wouldn't see the blush on his face.

In a matter of seconds, Sasuke had walked around the car, and taken hold of his tie. He started walking, and Naruto nearly tripped. "That's enough out of you, moron. Let's eat. If you say that again, I'll have to cut your tongue out and feed it to you."

Naruto yanked his tie out of Sasuke's hand, and growled, "I'm not a dog. And this is a two-hundred-dollar tie. Not a leash."

Sasuke stopped, and turned around, so suddenly that Naruto nearly bumped into him. "That," he said firmly, while poking Naruto's tie, "Is the ugliest tie I've ever seen." That had him sputtering incoherently, and he found that he was being left behind. "Aren't you coming?" Sasuke called over his shoulder. Strange choice of words you have there…Naruto thought, and followed the man into the restaurant.

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A/N: Well...Naruto's got some...interesting ideas, doesn't he? Reveiw, people! This is going to be my first attempt at...(glances around)...real smut, so I need to know.