Okay so I made an extra little chapter... Honestly, I can see a continuation of this fic but I should concentrate on Results of a shitty day... Anyway, this is for my girlfriend for being so awesome but also for leaving me alone in her room waiting for her while she went to school, and somehow we ended up agreeing that I should writing something inspired by that, and rather than start something new (since I have a terrible record of keeping things to one chapter) I figured it worked pretty well for this story. So, it is now a day after the previous chap, enjoy the extra smut;)
Chapter three
Naruto's POV
Rolling from one end of the bed for, I don't know, the umpteenth time, I sigh as I stop right at the edge on my back to stare up at the ceiling of Sasuke's apartment. Considering I already knew that by arriving on a Thursday he'd have school the day after, I'm considerably ill prepared for the waiting part. I glance at his computer, again, dismissing the thought of using it, again. I just know I'd break it or something and I'd rather leave this place with all my limbs intact.
Spreading my hands out at my sides I suddenly twitch at the feel of a not so smooth part of the sheet, and I try to ignore the red creeping up my neck remembering just what that patch contains and how it ended up there.
We never changed the sheets.
For once in a lifetime Sasuke seemed to agree with something I said, namely the fact that we'd just end up doing, well, things, again and so no point in him doing an unnecessarily large amount of laundry. Thinking back to last night I clench my fingers, nails digging into my palms. It was good, yes, no denying that, but god was I embarrassed! I can't believe the bastard, acting so calm and collected. Okay maybe not calm, because he sure didn't have the patience to take things slow, but still! If I didn't know better I'd think he'd cheated on me to up his skills in bed in preparation.
Not that I know much of his previous skills in bed, but I doubt he's much more experienced than I am. I groan, hitting my head backwards into the mattress. If only I wasn't so bored! Maybe then my mind would stop reliving all the details from yesterday, seeing them much too clearly considering I sometimes have trouble remembering what I ate for lunch the day before. I can't help but wonder if Sasuke is having trouble with his perfect memory sitting in class… The thought makes me snicker.
Even so, I can't believe him. I just can't believe what the hell is up with that guy! Sure, we've been talking a lot over the phone, and I guess we've grown pretty close that way, forced to disregard the physical side of our friendship. It's surprising how many words that bastard actually know how to pronounce. But still! Asking me to move in with him, what are we? A couple of lovey-dovey mushy sappy romantic… something?
I huff, crossing my arms. I don't know what Sasuke is thinking about us because that's one area where the infamous Uchiha silence comes in, but asking something like that when we've only been together a few months? There must be laws against how flustered he can make me. Sure, we've known each other most of our lives, and less time of it was spent fighting than I'd like to admit, but he sure as hell can't be taking us that seriously yet?! I'm barely past the 'omg-I'm-gay-for-Sasuke' part.
With another groan I grip my hair, tugging at it in frustration. I'm not a mind reader, and I'm sure Sasuke wishes I was. I may be the only one outside the Uchiha family that understands their language, but I'm not fluent in the secret feelings department. Hell, since when do Uchihas even have secret feelings! I mean, it's one thing Itachi's been giving me all these weird tips on how to handle his little brother, which was a traumatizing experience in itself; but to go from there to actually understand Sasuke is kind of a giant step.
Rolling over to my stomach I stretch my arms out over my head, thinking that understanding him is the least of my problems. The bigger one is definitely that annoying treacherous part of my lower body pressing into the mattress, begging for my attention.
I'm not even going to consider jerking off in Sasuke's bed. I'd die of embarrassment when he came back!
Which brings me back to when he is going to come back, because he said four hours and it's been four and ten minutes! I'm sort of dying here, hello? What kind of insensitive ass leaves his poor boyfriend all alone for hours, going off to school to have fun… Okay maybe not fun, but I bet his tons of new friends manage to keep him from being completely bored at least, unlike me. I'd rather not think of all the older experienced girls flirting with him, or even worse, in a big town like this there's bound to be hundreds of sexy gay guys crawling around.
I scowl at nothing in particular. That damn bastard, not even bringing me to school to meet his friends… Not that he was ever any enthusiastic about friends in the first place, but you never know. People are probably cooler here.
Ugh. I squirm uncomfortably, trying not to picture hordes of cool people surrounding my boyfriend. Maybe I should take him up his offer and move in anyway, just to keep an eye on him.
At the sound of a key turning in a lock my head whips around to check the door, my body following after as I sit up. When Sasuke walks inside in all his bastard glory I can't stop the whine escaping my lips, and I throw myself forwards down on the bed with my hands stretched towards him.
"Sasukeeee" I complain, "I was so bored I thought I was going to die you ass!"
He gives me a look, rolling his eyes at my pouty expression, not even bothering to answer me.
"What were you doing anyway, you're late!" I demand to know, keeping my eyes locked on his body as he nonchalantly shrugs out of his leather jacket and puts his shoes neatly on the shoe stand.
"I said around four hours, not exactly, moron" he answers me, sounding as if the fact that I almost died means nothing to him.
"You're a terrible person, I could have starved to death!"
He eyes the wrappers on the floor beside the bed, no doubt from the chicken sandwich he mentioned I could take from the fridge if I got hungry.
"You seem to be doing just fine" he says, bag in one hand as he walks over to sit on the chair in front of his desk.
"What are you doing?" I ask with suspicion as he takes out some books from the bag, placing his pencil case next to them before putting his bag on the floor.
"Studying, idiot; it's what people do in university."
I could say a few things about his tone of voice, but right now I'm more concerned about the fact he isn't on the bed kissing me senseless. He's the one that made all those innuendos and gave me all those looks right before leaving, you'd think he'd be a little more affected by it. I groan, as loudly as I can, and anyone can tell you that's pretty loud.
"Booooring" I complain and bang my face down to let the mattress muffle the last syllable.
And what does the evil bastard do? He throws his eraser at me, hitting the back of my head with scary precision.
"What was that for!" I shout, sitting up and locating it, throwing it back but of course he dodges and I miss.
He's about to retort, but no words come out of his mouth because for some reason, his brain decided that glancing at my crotch was just a marvelous idea and now they're stuck there as if glued, shamelessly ogling the obvious bulge in my thin green sweat pants.
I can't help my dirty mind okay?! And seeing him in person didn't exactly make it easier for me. I'm just cursing my blood for not only rushing south as his gaze slowly trails up my body, but also for invading my cheeks.
When his eyes reach mine he smirks before leaning back superiorly in his chair, crossing his arms, but I see the way he swallows thickly.
Ha! I'm not the only one affected, and I cheer a little in my head for distracting him from his precious studying. On the other hand, I also twitch nervously because while I was waiting for him I came up with all sorts of plans of taking the initiative and save my hurt pride from last night's accusation of acting like a dead fish.
That specific memory instantly manages to rile me up, enough to defiantly stick my chin out and spread my legs a bit to the sides. When Sasuke's gaze flutters down again my eyes harden with determination. I'll give him for dead fish!
"What's the matter, Sasuke? At a loss for words?" I taunt, and I try not to flinch when his dark eyes bore into mine, my not so subtle challenge noted.
He stands up and crosses the empty space between us, coming to a halt right in front of me, and I let my legs slide over the edge of the bed to each side of his. There's a surge of tension, not unlike the one that appears right before our fights usually begin. I should be surprised to notice that it's the exact same kind of tension, but I'm not, and that makes me wonder if some part of me knew exactly what kind of feelings lay between us every time we got physical before the definition of the word changed.
He smirks.
"I have a feeling you're not interested in words right now, Naruto."
Have I mentioned before how terribly easy he affects me when his voice goes all deep and sexy? Because it has me shivering and my lips part in anticipation, my tongue nervously wetting them.
"What makes you think that?" I ask, but fail completely at not sounding all hot and bothered, my eyelids lowering when he steps even closer and nudges my legs further apart with his knees.
Another one of those damned smirks, and I've decided I've had enough. Standing up I throw my arms around his lower back, pulling him flush against my body as my mouth finds his. I kiss him hungrily, not caring that our lips get painfully squeezed between our teeth. This is more like us anyway, more like us in the forest, less thinking more doing. He wriggles his arms out of my embrace and grips my black tank top behind my shoulders, fingers curling around the fabric as his fists push against my skin to drive me closer.
I slide my hands underneath his dark grey dress shirt, wondering who the hell wears dress shirts like that to school anyway. I'll make a note of getting him some more colorful clothes in the future. His skin is still a little cold from being outside, and he eagerly presses himself against me. It creates a light-headed feeling in me, knowing he enjoys my hands on his body, that he wants more of me. Yesterday was a little too awkward for me to appreciate how he seems to need me as much as I need him, but the knowledge gives me that extra confidence boost I needed to take some semblance of control.
I force him to walk backwards until his hips connect with his desk, and pressing him against it I can feel his reaction to my bruising kiss meeting my already obvious one. I caress his back and sides, relishing in the feel of his smooth skin underneath my palms. I have to admit, wearing clothes makes things easier for me, in terms of dominance. Even though the reassurance I got yesterday made me happy, I'm still a bit apprehensive to the whole nude-in-daylight thing. Guess I'll just have to work on that.
Sasuke doesn't have a problem showing off skin though, because he lets go of my top with one hand to clumsily unbutton his shirt. Then again, he's the one who didn't mind changing even when there were girls peeking into our locker room in eighth grade. When I grind into him he forgets about it though, gripping the front of my top and moaning into my mouth. I don't think I've ever been this turned on before.
Deciding to finish Sasuke's work I take a hold of his shirt and start lifting it over his head, with the tiny little problem that he never got to the top buttons and so it's stuck, and there are a few seconds of complete mortification for me and annoyed silence for him, before he lifts his hands to undo the top two.
"Moron" he scoffs once the shirt is gone, thankfully it's not tight enough around the wrists to get stuck there too.
I'm not sure I could handle that.
"Your shirt sucks" I snap back, but soon forget about the whole deal because Sasuke all but rips my tank top off and throws it to the floor, and I happily press my chest against his.
It's an amazing feeling, to feel another person breathing against you, nothing to separate your burning skin, and I feel my heart skip a beat when our nipples brush. Wanting to get him back for the bruises I woke up with in the morning I latch onto his neck, my hands coming up to twist in his silky hair. He grabs my ass, and I think he has a thing for it because he was definitely touching it when he thought I was sleeping. Now he massages it thoroughly, fingers clenching when I lick his pulse and breathe on it.
My head feels heavy with pleasure, and I'd be quite content just getting off like this but Sasuke has other plans, of course. Removing my right hand from its new position on his shoulder he places it on his thigh, just underneath his hip. I slide it down, then up again, and he makes an encouraging sound in my ear. I know what he wants, and it's more than a repeat from that August night. He wants me to touch him.
The idea bounces off the walls in my mind, and I curse myself for hesitating. He obviously wants it, I obviously want it, and I think that even if I screw up somehow he'll be okay with it just like he's overlooked many of my past mistakes, but still. It's one thing to think it and another to do it, and I've never touched another guy before, heck I've never touched a girl like that before! I can feel that he's getting a little annoyed, because he bites my ear and grabs my hand again, creating some space between our hips that's the perfect size for my hand to sneak into.
"It's not gonna touch itself" he mutters pointedly, and I swallow with some difficulty before flashing him a glare and kissing him to shut him up.
Not allowing myself to think about it I pop the button on his jeans, hurriedly pulling the zipper down as he sucks on my tongue. Pushing them down a little I reach into his boxers, the fingers on one hand curling around his spiky hair as the lower ones curl around something warm and hard, Sasuke letting out what could be a gasp and thrusting into my hand. It's strange, because it's familiar and unfamiliar at the same time; the feel of him in my hand similar to when I touch myself but the position different, the way it arouses me different too.
Sasuke's nails are digging into my shoulders, his tongue somehow still able to fiercely battle mine. After stroking him a few times I experimentally run my thumb over his tip, rubbing the slit and almost grinning in relief because it makes him moan quietly and pause our kiss to concentrate on me pleasuring him. It causes a rush of feelings through my body, and I almost find it difficult to wrap my mind around the fact that stoic bastard Sasuke is able to act like this in front of me, and enjoy it this much. I've mentioned before how it fascinates me to see the cracks appear in his calm no-nonsense attitude he has most of the time, and watching his face flushed with pleasure, eyes shut tightly and teeth gnawing his lower lip to ward off more moans gives me a weird sense of power.
I know I often refer to him as egotistical, but it's barely a minute before I find my sweats pooling around my ankles as Sasuke reminds me of just how good I guessed he was yesterday when he only gave me a few slow strokes before pushing me down. It should maybe bother me a little but I'm too lost in the heat of the moment to care now. He presses his forehead against mine, his nose next to mine as he breathes heavily into my mouth. My brain has lost the ability of thought, and the noises I make sound loud in my ears over the quiet of our hands and bodies moving together.
There's a little bit of precum gathering on his head that I swipe off with my thumb, smearing it over his shaft as I keep up my steady strokes. I'm vaguely aware of him mumbling something before placing a sloppy kiss on my chin, but the words don't register. I can feel the heat coiling in my stomach now, building up faster and faster, the telltale warning making my breathing even more ragged and my hand speed up. I can feel Sasuke shiver against me, and he releases a drawn-out groan that has my toes curling.
It's not long after that that I reach my limit, and I spill onto his hand and probably on the floor as well, or rather my pants. I shudder and gasp, momentarily forgetting about the fact that he's still hard and needs my attention; all that passes through my mind is waves of pleasure that forces my hips jerkily into Sasuke's grip. I barely notice when he releases me and wraps his hand around mine that still holds him loosely, tightening the hold and moving my hand in my stead. It doesn't take long.
We stand still for a while, simply gasping and breathing and shivering, my forehead now on his shoulder and his mouth close to my ear.
"You know," he mumbles into my ear, "the plan was to study first, and get off later."
I snort, grinning into his chest, the amusement evident in his voice even though he tried to come off as annoyed.
"I was told you need lots of tension relief, I'm just following orders" I answer innocently, shrugging as well as I could in my position.
He frowns, raising his head to try and look at me.
"Did my brother talk to you?" he asks, and I know his eyes are accusing me of terrible crimes.
I shrug again, biting my lip to stifle a laugh. As traumatizing as it was, that conversation had been the happening of the month. When Sasuke suddenly pulls me closer, squeezing me harshly against his chest, I swallow nervously, and not just because we're both still mostly naked.
"I see" he purrs evilly, brushing his lips teasingly over the sensitive spot just underneath my ear, and I get the feeling I'm about to be traumatized again.
"Whoa whoa hold it!" I protest, trying in vain to push him off me, "Whatever you're thinking I don't like the sound of it okay?"
Sasuke huffs impatiently against my cheek, and I swear I can sense a dark ominous aura around him. This must be what Itachi referred to when he said I shouldn't provoke Sasuke in bed, however the hell Itachi would know anything about Sasuke and beds.
"Mm, but I'm going to like the sounds you'll be making" he breathes, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.
"I'll tell him you stole my sweater and walked around in it all morning and made me breakfast in bed" I threaten, at a loss for what else might work.
Apparently, it did work, because he leans back to look at me after I raise my head, and there's an annoyed scowl on his face.
"You wouldn't dare" he threatens, but I just grin at him.
"I've got your brother on speed dial" I sing happily, having wanted to use that against him for a while now.
His scowl darkens, but then his features smoothen out and he sighs.
"What a shame, I guess I'll just save the handcuffs and whip for later."
"WHAT!?" I shout, pushing him off me so he lands on the floor, but he just smirks at my horrified expression as I hastily pull up my dirtied pants.
"Gotcha" he says, incredibly smug now, looking far too pleased and handsome for someone who just fell on his butt.
"You're a terrible person and I hate you" I whine, kicking his shin when he still smirks, and stalk off to the bed.
I refuse to admit that the fact I allow him to snuggle up to me underneath the covers despite my anger contradicts my previous statement.
I hope you enjoyed it! And before you ask, I'll keep this story as a 'complete' for the time being, considering I really should concentrate on my other stories and have no idea when or if I'll keep going with this. I know it ends terribly unresolved, so I'll try to write more when I can. On the other hand, I never know when inspiration strikes, so I'll keep this story in the back of my mind. Thanks for reading so far:3