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Summary: COMPLETE (new chapter up everyday - total of 35 chapters!). Sasuke's a writer whose been writing the same words for years. He's tired, he's annoyed, and his money situation is...pretty messed up, even by student standards. Enter Naruto. Modern AU (College/University), Sasunaru/Narusasu. Posted for Sasuke's birthday!

A/N: It's a longer one today! I hope you like it :D


Enter Naruto

Chapter 17: Uncomfortable

Naruto let out a quiet sigh, staring at the page in front of him without really seeing the words. It had only been a couple days since talking to Sasuke—about sex—and the words wouldn't stop replaying in his fucking mind

He bit down on another sigh—grinding his teeth together instead. He had seen the way Sasuke's body had stiffened—and how he had grown obviously quiet—after they had talked about it. He hadn't really…considered any difference between them, before this point. They had just seemed to—fit together.

But now, looking back, Naruto wasn't so sure.

He could hardly think of a time that Sasuke had initiated anything between them. Anything more than a gentle touch, or platonic kiss…it was always Naruto starting something—Naruto, asking for more—Naruto, pushing Sasuke—

It was exactly what he had wanted to avoid.

He wrenched the pen away from his mouth, realizing he was biting the end again.

Maybe they just needed to…cool things down for a while. Naruto could control himself around Sasuke—if he really, really tried—and just…let him make the first move. And if he didn't—if he didn't—

—then he obviously hadn't wanted anything in the first place.

Naruto stared down at his work and tried to ignore how sick that thought made him feel.


November was flying by. Buried under essays and presentations and tests and whatever other obscure creative project Sasuke's professors had him doing—the majority of Naruto and Sasuke's time together consisted of working side by side, breaking only for eating, sleeping, and, well, more intimate pursuits.

Only—they hadn't exactly progressed in that area. Naruto seemed to be content with what they had done so far—and only what they had done so far. It felt…off, considering the intense start their relationship had had.

Not to mention the way that Naruto had almost…stopped initiating anything entirely. His touches had become—lighter. Shorter. Almost…chaste. And whenever Sasuke was sure the blonde was going to make a move—when he swore he could see the desire in his eyes—Naruto would only stiffen or pull away or change the topic or—

Sasuke scowled.

It had taken him longer than he had liked to admit to pinpoint that the change in Naruto had followed their conversation from a few weeks ago. They hadn't spoken about sex since, and the only explanation Sasuke had was that Naruto was somehow bothered by the fact that Sasuke was a virgin.

He let his head roll back, glaring up at the ceiling.

It didn't really make sense, considering what Naruto had already known about him, but maybe the conversation had made the blonde view him differently. Maybe Naruto was—somehow turned off—or maybe he just didn't want to push him?

Either way, Sasuke didn't like it.

He stifled a sigh, glancing down at Naruto. The blonde had pretty much collapsed the moment he had gotten back from his exam, and had naturally fallen onto Sasuke lap, casually nuzzling Sasuke's crotch as he fell further and further asleep. Sasuke had abandoned all pretense of working about half an hour ago—he had been fighting a losing battle against the erection ever since Naruto's face had gone anywhere near it…no thanks to this train of thought.

But Sasuke hadn't wanted to push things, with how exhausted Naruto had been, cramming for exams and essays and all sorts of reports; he had been in a pretty constant cycle of either sleeping or working. Sasuke hadn't been much better off, but at least he could dictate his own schedule—and right now, the both of them had a bit of a breather…

"Mm, 's'ke..." Naruto's voice came in the form of a sleepy mumble, muffled by Sasuke's pants. What his pants didn't manage to muffle, however, was the way Naruto's lips moved against him—pressed up against Sasuke's crotch, his pants did so very little to protect him from the feeling—and—fuck—Naruto had been using an arm for a pillow and Sasuke only now realized the blonde's thumb was tracing a path up the inside of his thigh—clothes or no clothes, this was just too much

"Naruto," he whispered, every ounce of his restraint being used to keep his hips firmly in place—to not lift them up, so Naruto's mouth could get a better angle—he swore that Naruto knew what he was doing—he must

"Mm..." Naruto made another noise—and this time, Sasuke felt the smile spread across his face—felt his hand tighten against his thigh—hell, he swore he could feel Naruto's breath as he nuzzled in closer—

All at once, Naruto stiffened, eyes flying open. Sasuke stared as he nearly flung himself away from Sasuke, all semblance of his smile now gone—

"Um—shit," Naruto ducked his head, "I didn't—"

He paused, swallowing nervously as Sasuke glared at him.

"Sorry, Sasuke, I didn't mean to—um…"

He didn't mean to. Sasuke's scowl deepened.

"That."

"I—huh?"

"That," he nodded at Naruto, who wasn't even close enough to touch him anymore, "what you're doing right now. What am I doing to make you pull away like that?"

"Oh," Naruto seemed to rock back a little, "oh—no, it's nothing you're doing! I'm not—I mean," he swallowed, pulling his feet closer to himself, "it's, uh…sorry—I feel like—since we started dating—like I've been, kind of…pushing you. Like it's really rare that you start something—especially recently—"

"Because you haven't been interested!" Sasuke sat up straighter, crossing his arms. "Listen, if this is because I'm—inexperienced—then—"

"Wh—no! No—not—that's not it at all." Naruto shook his head, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck. "It's…about me. I just…" he swallowed, "in my first relationship—y'know—I wasn't…really ready for stuff. I wanted to be—and I thought I should be—so I did it, but I…"

Naruto shifted, looking away.

"I just really…didn't want you to be feeling like that."

Sasuke stared at him—something coiling low, in his stomach—

"Did something—happen?"

Naruto's head snapped up.

"No—no, nothing," he shook his head quickly, "nothing—bad, I promise. I just…pressured myself into doing more than I…wanted to, I guess."

He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm explaining this bad—sorry," he let out another puff of air, "I just—y'know—now that I'm with you, I just," his eyes flickered to Sasuke, "I'm just…realizing what it feels like to really be…comfortable with someone. And to really want it. And I—know what it's like to not feel like that, and I really didn't want—"

Something clicked in Sasuke's head.

"Me to feel uncomfortable," he cut Naruto off, tilting his head to eye him, "so that's where that comes from."

Naruto's face flushed.

"I," he gave a nervous laugh, "uh—yeah. Maybe."

"Naruto," Sasuke said seriously, "you need to seriously reevaluate that sense of yours. I'm not sure it's ever been right."

Naruto gave a soft laugh, his body visibly relaxing until Sasuke could finally feel the weight of his shoulder against his. Sasuke surreptitiously shifted to get more of the touch…

He should have done this weeks ago. He felt so much…lighter. Relieved, even. He hadn't realized how much this had been weighing on him.

"Talk to me, next time," Sasuke said, watching the way Naruto's fingers traced the back of his hand, "and trust me, while you're at it. I'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable. I'm not one to hide things like that as it is."

"…Yeah, you're right," Naruto finally conceded. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," Sasuke said, shifting his arm to snake around Naruto's waist as the blonde cuddled closer, "if I made you feel I didn't want this."

"I mean," Naruto's voice was quiet, "I didn't think that about—us, like in general. But, like—I wanted to kind of…let you take the lead, I guess? But—"

"By looking utterly uninterested in me again." Sasuke snorted. "Genius."

Naruto laughed a little, grinning up at him.

"Ass."

Sasuke wasn't sure which one of them leaned in first—maybe it was both of them. It felt so natural—so easy to lean into Naruto like this—to kiss him like this…

Then again…

"You were starting something," he said softly as they pulled apart, "when you were asleep."

Sasuke wasn't about to let him forget it.

"Yeah, well," Naruto's face flushed, but his smile didn't waver, "you weren't really complaining..."

"I wasn't," Sasuke let his lips graze Naruto's, "and I'm not about to start now."

Naruto made a small, surprised sound as they kissed—and then it was as if the blonde came to life. This was what Sasuke had missed—this is what he had been terrified he was losing—the way Naruto just couldn't seem to keep himself away from Sasuke, as if he was nearly shaking with need—with desire—he didn't even notice the way Naruto pushed him back until he crawled over top of him—

Naruto pulled back, panting against his lips—

"I need you to tell me you want this," he whispered, searching Sasuke's eyes just as steadily as Sasuke searched his; there was nothing hidden about the lust in them, or the hesitation, but much more than that—Naruto's gaze was filled with such affection that Sasuke felt his heart squeeze at the sight—

Sasuke put his hands on Naruto's hips.

"You're an idiot."

It was the only warning he gave Naruto before he pushed him back, flipping their positions. Naruto's shirt rode up just enough to give Sasuke access to his skin—the skin just above the hem of his pants—sweatpants, which would make this rather easy—

"Sasuke—"

"You want to know what I want." Sasuke let his thumb slip underneath Naruto's waistband. "Let me demonstrate."

He hadn't exactly decided to do this—not until just this moment, really, but it wasn't as if it wasn't something he had thought about—not as if it wasn't something he'd pictured, when Naruto ran his hands along Sasuke's thighs—when he ran his along Naruto's—

He pressed his lips to Naruto's skin, just as he heard Naruto suck in a breath—he looked up, meeting Naruto's eyes as he gripped the fabric firmly—he didn't pull, not yet—

Naruto's hips rose.

The satisfaction that shot through Sasuke's body—if he hadn't already been sitting, it might have dropped him to his knees. As it was, he settled for tearing back, grabbing at Naruto's pants as Naruto's legs kicked along with him—

"Take your shirt off," he muttered, running his hands along Naruto's legs—pressing kisses to his calf, his knee, his thigh—spreading his thighs apart—

"Fucking hell, Sasuke," Naruto breathed, his shirt abandoned somewhere on the floor—he clutched at the back of the couch with one hand, the other trembling along the armrest, as if desperately trying to keep himself upright—

Sasuke's lips reached Naruto's hips—he could feel Naruto's pubic hair brush against his cheek—and he swallowed, trying to steady his nerves. He knew what to do—in theory—and he knew Naruto would appreciate the attempt no matter how sloppy of a job Sasuke did—

But he wanted it to be perfect.

Naruto's eyes were on him—glued to him—and his torso hadn't budged since Sasuke had moved up—it was as if he was frozen—in fact, Sasuke couldn't even see his chest rising—

"Breathe, moron."

Naruto let out a shuddering laugh—Sasuke saw his body fall with the weight of it—

"Jerk," the word came out like a sigh—

Sasuke moved to press his lips against Naruto's cock, letting his smirk stretch along the skin, like he had felt Naruto doing, like the way he had—

"Ah—f-fuck, Sasuke—"

He could feel Naruto tense underneath him, as if he was just barely able to stop himself from thrusting up—Sasuke let his breath dance over Naruto's cock—it always felt smooth—soft, almost like silk—but somehow, against his lips, it felt even better

He sat up further, using it as an excuse to run his tongue up Naruto's length—

"Nngh—hah," Naruto panted, and Sasuke could hear the way his fingernails clawed at the fabric of the couch—he smirked, wondering if he could get Naruto to rip something—

He ran his tongue along the edge of Naruto's head—and then up, along the slit, where he could distinctly taste something salty and a little bit bitter—Naruto made a small, muffled sound as his arms contracted back towards himself, his fingers in loose, half-made fists—

He didn't really know what he was doing, but he knew what Naruto looked like when he was enjoying himself—and whatever Sasuke was doing now was definitely doing the job.

He gave the tip of Naruto's cock an experimental suck—softly, just to see how Naruto would—

"Ah, god, Sasuke—you—" Naruto flung his arms apart, bringing one leg up to dig his heel into the cushion—

Hm.

But he couldn't get a good angle—not from on top of Naruto, like this. He pulled himself up a little more, gripping Naruto's cock and positioning it at his mouth—before he took Naruto into his mouth—for real, this time—

"Oh my god, Sas—'ke," Naruto gasped, eyes squeezed shut—Sasuke pulled himself back up, already feeling the strain on his jaw, but he refused to leave completely—not with the way Naruto was squirming underneath him, not with the way his breath was coming in soft moans—Sasuke felt as if he had Naruto completely at his mercy—

He moved down again, consciously relaxing his throat, letting out a puff of air through his nose—he got much further, this time—

"Fu—ah—hah—"

Sasuke stifled a smile at the way Naruto was reacting—the way he was twisting under Sasuke's touch—and Sasuke was getting used to this, now; it was almost like he'd found a rhythm and Naruto had definitely seemed to notice—he wondered what Naruto's reaction would be if he moved his grip with his mouth, too—

"Nngh—god," Naruto moaned, "if you keep—Sas—I'm not gonna—last—"

Naruto made that sound like it was a bad thing.

Sasuke only redoubled his efforts in response. Naruto's hands—still flailing around for something to hold onto—finally settled in Sasuke's hair, alternating between loosening his grip and pulling so hard it began to hurt—

Sasuke jerked away, coughing. His gag reflex had flared up with such speed and intensity that he hadn't even felt any warning—

"Are you okay?" Naruto immediately let go of him, staring with wide and worried eyes. "I pulled you—fuck, I'm sorry—"

Sasuke got back up on his knees and shoved the blonde back by his shoulders. He hit the couch with a small thud.

"Put your hands back." He grabbed Naruto's cock, positioned himself, and met Naruto's eyes, waiting.

Naruto panted out a few breaths, hesitating. Sasuke gave his cock a rough pump.

"Aah!" The back of Naruto's head slammed against the armrest.

Sasuke leaned forwards, moving his lips against Naruto's cock as he spoke.

"Put them back."

It was barely another second before Naruto obeyed. Sasuke wrapped his lips around Naruto, and began to move.

He found his rhythm again, somewhere in time with the throbbing between his own legs, which seemed to pulse with every sound Naruto made—he felt as if he was being driven half-crazy with desire—whether it was his own or Naruto's he didn't know, but what he did know was that he wanted Naruto—he didn't care how—he just wanted him—

He gripped Naruto's hips with his free hand, unable to hold back a moan when he felt Naruto shudder against him—

"F-fuck, I can't—I'm there, Sasuke—"

He didn't stop. He hadn't really decided whether or not he wanted to try to swallow, but it was past the point of no return now, and he may as well try—

"I'm gonna—Sasuke—Sa—aa—aah!"

He heard—felt—a rush in his mouth and Naruto's cock pulsed, once, twice—

"Keep going, please, keep—"

Sasuke obeyed, even as the taste overwhelmed him—even as he felt some spill out of his mouth, onto Naruto's cock, onto his own hand—he tried to swallow a few times to clear it, but it was so much thicker than he had anticipated—

Naruto's grip on his hair went slack, and he collapsed back against the couch. Sasuke pulled back, breathing heavily, to wipe at the cum that had dripped down his chin—well, spread all over it, really—

"Sorry," Naruto panted, but he pushed himself back up, looking worried—looking as if crawling towards Sasuke took all the effort he had left in his body—

He moved between Sasuke's legs, cupping Sasuke's face to give him a soft, slow kiss, just as Sasuke whispered, "don't be."

If Naruto tasted himself in Sasuke's mouth, he didn't seem to mind. He pulled away and trailed kisses over Sasuke's face—the corner of his mouth, his cheekbones, his chin, his forehead—they were soft and light, and Naruto held him with shaking hands, tracing a slow path over his skin, as if in some sort of reverence.

Sasuke shuddered under the attention—his body had never felt so sensitive—

Naruto placed a hand on Sasuke's crotch—where his pants had lost all pretense of not having an erection—and Sasuke melted. Against his will, his hips arched up into Naruto's touch, and he groaned.

A surprised smile spread across Naruto's face.

"That bad, huh?"

Naruto hadn't even done anything and Sasuke was seeing stars—

"Shut u—fuck, ah—" Naruto ran a thumb over his pants, and even through the layers of clothing it was enough to send pleasure searing through Sasuke—he was so hard he was going to go insane

Naruto—apparently a sadist, who knew—took his time to pull Sasuke's shirt off. It took about the same amount of time for Sasuke's patience to run out and violently squash his pride.

It was, however, incredibly difficult to focus on getting his pants off with the attention that Naruto was lavishing all over his chest.

"Nn—"

He threw his head back and gasped for air as Naruto nipped and sucked at his skin—he was just so fucking sensitive

Naruto started to move down, and then Sasuke couldn't breathe.


It was a bit of a shame that Sasuke was in no mood to go slow, because Naruto most definitely was. He wanted to taste every inch of Sasuke's body—he wanted to savour every moment of him, worship every part of him—

Sasuke's eyes opened in a soft glare as Naruto's kisses paused on his hips.

He would have to memorize Sasuke's body later. Several times, maybe, to make up for this—over several few days. But for now—

Naruto grinned.

For now, he was going to blow Sasuke's fucking mind.

He swirled his tongue along Sasuke's cock, twisting around his head, his length—Sasuke's breathing had grown rapidly more intense, now—as if each breath was a struggle—

"Did you know," he let his lips move along Sasuke's cock, on the way back up to his tip, "that I don't have a gag reflex?"

He didn't wait for Sasuke's reply before proving it.

"Ah—nngh—!" Sasuke's head twisted—he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, as if trying to stifle himself—but Naruto could feel the way he was already shaking—already trembling—this was such a fucking thrill

He let go of Sasuke's cock—confident that he could keep up his pace without his hand, if only for the moment—to grab at Sasuke's hand. He was still biting down on his other one, but this one was free to pull at Naruto's hair, like Sasuke did when they kissed—

Sasuke got the message.

His fingers threaded through Naruto's hair, gently—

"Sasuke," Naruto let his hand pump Sasuke's cock at he caught his breath—as if he could ever catch his breath when Sasuke was around, "don't hold back."

Sasuke's eyes met his—his eyebrows furrowed, eyes hazy—

"Don't you dare hold back," Naruto whispered, licking along Sasuke's slit—

Sasuke's other hand threaded through Naruto's hair.

Fuck yes.

He muffled his moan with Sasuke's cock as he deepthroated him again—Sasuke's hands kept him steady, kept his pace—he used his own to grip Sasuke's hips, to bring them up to meet his mouth—

"Ah—god, Naruto, I can't—"

Sasuke's pace quickened—his body some mixture of tense and trembling—but all Naruto could feel was how badly he wanted Sasuke to cum—it was as if it was his own orgasm—he could feel how close he was—so close, Sasuke—

"—I'm—"

yes

"Nar—a—aah!" Sasuke's head slammed back and his hips thrust up—his hands went slack but Naruto continue to move as he swallowed—once, twice—he could hear Sasuke's voice in every breath he let out—he could hear Sasuke's moan, no matter how he was trying to quiet it—

And then Sasuke collapsed, as if he was boneless. Naruto let his cock fall out his mouth, wiping it with the back of his hand, just in case. He could still taste Sasuke in his mouth…fuck—he could still taste Sasuke

He swallowed, eyeing the Uchiha, who would have looked as if he was sleeping, if not for the way he was gasping for air…he ran his fingers down Sasuke's thigh, and pressed kisses to the knee he had raised sometime during the last few minutes.

Sasuke's eyes flickered open.

Naruto—very violently—fought back the urge to tell Sasuke he loved him. Even in his passion-crazed state, he knew that would be too far…but that didn't mean he couldn't think it…

"What?" Sasuke breathed, eyes barely open.

"Hm?" Naruto looked down at himself. "What?"

"Why were you making that face?"

"What face?"

"You were…smiling." Sasuke's eyes scanned him.

Naruto crawled over top of him and kissed his cheek, his nose, his temple, his forehead—

"Yeah," he pulled back just enough to say, "you make me smile."


A/N: Communication aaaand smut today! Best of both worlds? Let me know!

See you tomorrow,

- Kinomi