Disclaimer: -sigh- Hasn't happened yet.
Warning: Obnoxious yaoi here, and there and a sprinkle of het. But mostly obnoxious yaoi. -cheers-
Pairings: SasuNaruGaa, Minor KakaIru, LeeSaku, ShikaIno, NejiSasuHina, LeeGaa?ish.
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Sasuke broke his hand out of a passionate, undying love.
That was what Neji told himself on the way to the hospital, starry eyed and just a little drugged on pain killers. Hinata bit her lip nervously, eyeing the paramedics with suspicion as she helped Neji with his obviously useless hand.
Neji began to smile stupidly, and started salivating on himself.
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So You're In Love With Your Best Friend?
Chapter Seven: Everything is All Right
Naruto's POV
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So all of a sudden, I got really, really pissed. And when I'm pissed, obviously, I do questionable things.
Like making out with Gaara.
In his nasty brother's car.
And um, well, his hand is sort of up my shirt.
And yeah, I'm enjoying it.
A lot.
I like his tongue.
Preeetty impressive.
But, all of a sudden he's stopping (what!) and pulling away from me, though he's taking my bottom lip with him, smirking against me. The action is so erotic, and when he let's go, I can feel the heat radiating off my face. Okay, okay, I'm all right,
Just, holy fuck. Gaara is a damn good kisser.
Take that, Sasuke.
You suck.
"Huh?" I mutter dumbly, and I definitely know my eyes are glazed over. My pants are uncomfortably tight. Ew, I know, why am I saying this? "How'd you get so good, Gaara?" I recover, blushing.
Well, it's an honest question. He's not exactly the most popular kid at our school. This one time, Sasuke and I were walking by the boy's locker room and all the jocks were giving him a wedgie. Yeah, I laughed, and then I kicked their faces off. Sasuke just looked. As always.
And I think that time was the only time I saw Gaara smile. Well, without a meaning behind it. I'm not stupid, I know that he wants the Naruto, who wouldn't? I'm hella sexy.
"I, just, I practice."
"On... who?"
Heat rises on his face, and oh man, it's adorable. His fingers start to toy with my hair. That's kind of nice. I grin, licking his nose.
"I had a... an acquaintance. His name is Lee... and well, I don't want to talk about it."
LEE.
Leeeeee.
Lee.
My eye ball just popped out of its socket.
Somewhere, and old lady is screaming. Distantly, there are car lights flashing in our eyes.
But I'm still stuck on this...
God.
"What...?"
He shifts uncomfortably.
"Yeah..."
"Huh. I thought he likes Sa - "
"Yeah.."
I shrug nonchalantly. "So you want to keep making out?"
He nods, and grabs my shirt, pulling me into his lap gracelessly. Instantly our mouths are one, moving in sync.
And just, oh god.
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When I get home, more than a little ruffled, the lights are off in every room. Kakashi-sensei and Iruka are probably doing it, so I don't bother looking around.
Mistake number one.
A flashlight goes off the my right, distracting me, and arms go around my waist, pulling me out of the door. My first action of escape? I bring my leg back, and knee whoever it is in the groin. Mwhaha. He squeals in horror/pain, and yes, it is Sasuke.
"God fucking dammit Naruto."
"Whatdya want?"
I shake his hand off my leg, glaring icily. He moves to get up, clutching his nads, when I do it again, except this time with my foot. It's so hilarious to see his eyes go wide and his mouth falling open to scream. Sasuke had a nice mouth...
Sasuke...
The skin on his stomach is exposed when his shirt rides up and it's perfectly pale, so smooth... fuck I JUST got back from Gaara.
Damn.
When he finally picks himself off the floor, I'm already in the kitchen, pouring chocolate milk and making Raman. Dating makes me hungry, obviously...
"You're always eating..." He murmurs against the back of my neck, and I shiver, arching up. His fingers rest at my hips. Not like I want them there...
"You're always fucking retarded!" I hiss, throwing him a dirty look over my shoulder as I take the Raman off the stove, putting it in a bowel.
The smell of delicious chicken reaches my nose. Raman never acted like a dick to me.
Chicken Raman never ran its hands up my sides...
Or kissed my ears when I was sleepy...
Or rubbed my forehead and told me suck it up when I was sick... hey. Asshole.
And now it's definitely not sucking on my neck. "Sasuke!"
I can even feel his grin on my neck, his arms wrapping around me from behind and trapping me against the table. Damn.
"Na... Naruto? What's wrong?"
Ohhh sneaky bastard.
My belt just hit the floor.
Nonono!
This isn't happening... again. Hah.
Oh well.
I pivot and grab his long ass bangs, bringing him down to my level and shoving my tongue right on down his throat until he gags (well not really). He pushes me into the table, carefully setting the Raman on the counter. And okay, technically we haven't REALLY had sex... just groping and nakedness and kissing... and yeah.
And now we are... oh man.
But hey, the table isn't really all the sturdy.
Too bad Sasuke didn't warn me first.
And, who let him in anyway?
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TBC...
Short chapter, sorry. Don't kill me!
Being a sophomore is reallllly hard. I'm not even lying.
So review... mwhaaa. And you shall get a lime next chapter. SasuNaru was the popular vote. Ch.