A/N: There is some higher being who refuses to accept I want to write... Every time I decide I'm going to write and like, finish shit, something fucking happens. Like right now. I am so sick and in so much pain, even typing this AN makes me want to cry, and the fucktard doctors can't tell me what I have. So sorry, shit's not gonna come for a while longer. If anyone knows what illness includes all your bones and muscles in screaming, burning agony, let me know, thanks.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It was weird trying to get ready for a dinner he didn't even want to go to. First he didn't know how formal he should be, and once he'd decided on black slacks and a form-fitting white, button-down shirt, he felt horrendously overdressed. He wanted to make a good impression, but he didn't want to feel like he was trying too hard for Naruto.
Because he wasn't; certainly not.
And having been caught—well, he wasn't doing anything wrong! He just happened to be looking out the window. He was daydreaming and when he focussed his eyes again, Naruto happened to be staring at him because he'd accidentally been staring back. He'd ducked out of instinct. He hadn't been spying on him, of course not! Who would spy on that blond idiot?!
Growling angrily, he kicked his desk chair and then turned to head out of the room. It was just past seven, and he didn't want to be too late, especially since he was right across the street.
"I'm going," he called through the house to his family, hearing only his mother reply, telling him to have a good time. "Not likely," he muttered to himself and left the house.
It was a short walk across the street, so even though it was cold, he didn't wear a jacket. He just jogged across the street quickly and rang the doorbell. Crossing his arms, he stamped one foot hard against the ground, as if to keep himself warm, and watched a shadow come closer and closer to the door.
It opened a few seconds later, Naruto holding the door with one hand, and leaning his other forearm against the doorframe, looking out at Sasuke with a suppressed smirk on his face. Sasuke clenched his jaw. He'd been hoping someone else would answer the door.
"I felt it would be best for me to wear a shirt this time, to avoid you drooling all over my mother's tablecloth," Naruto informed him.
Sasuke glared. "How thoughtful." His eyebrow twitched when Naruto continued to stare at him. "Am I gonna be allowed in, or what?"
"That depends."
"On?" The raven was just about ready to turn around and go home.
"Are you gonna be an asshole to my mother? Cause if you are, don't bother coming in."
The Uchiha almost said "fine" and walked away, but he really didn't want to disappoint his own mother. After all, she was the one who'd taught him how to act with other people's parents, and even if he was going to be a jerk to Naruto, it didn't mean the blond's mother had to suffer, especially if she was as nice as his own.
"I'll behave. Will you spank me if I don't?" Sasuke snapped, pushing past the blond into the house.
"Not if I know you'll like it," Naruto said, closing the door and shoving his hands in his pockets.
He passed Sasuke and led the way into the living room, the raven following behind him, looking around at the parts of the house he could see. It looked fairly similar to his own house across the street, but it was obvious Naruto had been telling the truth about his parents not being rich.
Though their paintings were tasteful, they weren't nearly as lavish as the ones his parents had, and the furniture didn't look as new and high class as his own. Not that there was anything wrong with Naruto being average or anything, it was just something he tended to notice.
"Mom, dad, this is Sasuke Uchiha."
Sasuke turned towards the man and woman in the living room when he heard Naruto speak, once again startled by the insane similarities between Naruto and his father. It was hard to believe his mother was related to him at all, considering her red hair and grey eyes.
"Sasuke! Oh your mother's told us so much about you!" The raven was shocked when the redheaded woman practically bounded over to him and hugged him, kissing one of his cheeks as if he were an old friend's son she hadn't seen for years. "Look at you, you're so handsome!" She held his face between her hands, grinning broadly. "Oh, your mother's said such wonderful things about you!" She hugged him again.
"Honey, give the kid some room to breathe," Mr. Uzumaki said with a smile, moving forward and putting his hand against his wife's lower back. "It's nice to meet you, Sasuke. My name is Minato, feel free to call me by that name. This is my wife, Kushina."
He managed to get her to let Sasuke go, and the raven straightened his collar, clearing his throat. Glancing over at Naruto briefly, he saw the blond trying to stifle his laughter. It suddenly became very clear that Kushina and Naruto were related.
He'd inherited his father's looks, but clearly shared his mother's personality.
"Thank you so much for coming over, Sasuke." Kushina motioned the dining room. "I don't want to keep you, so let's get right to dinner."
"Thank you for the invitation, I appreciate it very much."
"You're welcome, Naruto practically begged us to have you over."
The raven was just about to sit down, but those words made him freeze. His eyes travelled upwards to look at the blond, who was already sitting down, smirking into his plate.
"Is something wrong?" Minato asked, seeming to be slightly concerned.
"No, nothing." Sasuke forced a smile, sitting down all the way and glaring across the table at Naruto. "Nothing at all."
He was playing with him. The blond son of a bitch was playing with him. He shovelled his walk, he invited him over for dinner—what was his problem?! He was just making fun of him, now, and Sasuke didn't like that! The second this dinner was over, he was going home and never looking out his window at the idiot ever again!
"I apologize if you find the meal somewhat mundane, Sasuke, but I asked your mother what you liked and she said spaghetti so that's what we're having," Minato informed him, motioning the noodles and sauce already on the table.
"It's fine, thank you. I appreciate the thought."
"So where do you go to school, Sasuke?" Kushina asked, helping herself to some salad, Minato pushing the noodles towards the Uchiha so he could serve himself first.
"I'm in my third year at Toronto University."
"Oh, that's exciting." Kushina passed the salad along to Naruto, almost hitting him in the face with bowl, as her eyes were still on Sasuke. "Studying what?"
Sasuke found he liked Kushina. She was a little eccentric, and definitely hyper, but she was nice, and sort of reminded him of his own mother. And since Naruto wasn't even talking, it was easy for him to have a decent conversation with his parents, pretending the idiot wasn't even there.
"I'm an English major. I was thinking of teaching in the future. If not, I was going to pursue some form of career in writing."
"You a writer, Sasuke?" Minato asked, seeming to be genuinely interested.
"Not really, but I enjoy a lot of written works." He smiled slightly. "I was thinking about writing analyses and dissertations based on the more famous books of our time."
"That sounds so smart," Kushina said with awe. "Your mother must be proud."
"I hear you have your own reasons to be proud." His smile was more forced here. After all, ignoring Naruto's presence would just mean he had no manners, and he wasn't going to let his mother down. "I hear Naruto is a proud student of McGill University."
"Yeah, he is." Kushina reached over to smooth back her son's hair. Sasuke cocked an eyebrow when he noticed Naruto grin at her.
If his mother had done that to him, especially with company present, he would have had a hard time looking even remotely pleased.
"What do you study over there?" Sasuke inquired, taking a bite of his food.
"Psychology."
The raven almost choked. It would certainly explain why he was getting under his skin so much, and now he was kind of annoyed. Naruto had psychology to go on, Sasuke had what? Sharp language?
And it was working so well.
"Impressive." Sasuke actually had the decency to look at Naruto for once.
"I know." Naruto grinned, taking a sip of his water. "Not bad for a dumbass."
"Naruto!" His mother hit him in the arm, laughing slightly. "Language."
"Sorry. I've kind of gotten attached to that nickname."
The raven stared at Naruto, the blond grinning at him for a few seconds longer, and then looking down at his plate to take another bite. Sasuke kept his eyes on him, wondering if he was imagining things.
Is he flirting with me? There's no way. This guy is nuts...
It didn't stop dinner from being any more awkward after that. Every time Sasuke asked a question, Naruto was grinning at him, as if having read his mind. As if he knew what Sasuke was thinking, and was trying to make him feel even more uncomfortable.
By the time dessert arrived, Sasuke was ready to high-tail it out of there, but somehow managed to make it through cake and coffee before standing. The Uzumaki family stood, as well.
"Thank you so much for dinner, Mrs. Uzumaki. It was delicious."
"You're welcome, but I can't take credit." The redheaded woman grabbed her husband's arm, hugging him slightly to herself. "Minato makes all the food, I just eat it."
"Indeed," the older man laughed. "My son seems to have inherited his mother's appetite."
"Only because your cooking is so good." The blond grinned, hands shoved into his pockets, and his eyes still on Sasuke. The raven shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, either way, thank you very much for the evening, I enjoyed myself."
"You're welcome back any time, Sasuke. It was our pleasure." Minato smiled. "There are never any others Naruto's age around here during Christmas. He likes interaction, we know it's hard for him."
"Eh, you know I love spending time with you guys." Naruto slapped his father on the back. "Come on, I'll walk you out, princess."
Nodding, because it was the only thing he could do, he thanked Naruto's parents again, and headed for the door, the blond trailing along behind him. When they were out of earshot, he turned to glare at him.
"I can find my own way out, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but you are kind of handicapped. I wasn't sure if you'd know how to open a door by yourself."
Glaring over his shoulder just when they reached the door, Sasuke yanked it open. "Good night."
"Oh, speaking of which, I'm impressed. You really do have manners."
Scoffing, Sasuke walked out and slammed the door behind himself.
Naruto was infuriating.
Sasuke was having an amazing dream, one he was enjoying so much he never wanted to be woken up from it, even if he would never willingly admit it to himself. Naruto was shovelling his driveway, but he was shirtless, and it wasn't snow he was shovelling, it was whipped cream. Every now and then, the blond would stop and take a handful of it, licking it off his fingers while staring up sensually at Sasuke's window.
It was during that time that he felt someone shaking him. Based on the firm, yet gentle shakes, he could conclude that it was his father. His brother was much more violent, and his mother was so gentle Sasuke almost didn't wake up.
"Sasuke."
"If the words 'shovel' and 'snow' come out of your mouth, I'm going to pretend I'm dead," Sasuke informed him sleepily.
He heard a sigh, and his father's footsteps retreating towards his doorway, but he knew this conversation wasn't over.
"Itachi had to go back to Toronto for a couple of days. There was a problem with one of his students. Apparently their professor failed them for something Itachi had advised them to do, so he went back to sort things out. He should be back by tomorrow."
"Lucky him, why didn't you send me home, too?" Sasuke mumbled sleepily into his pillow.
"Stop complaining and get up. The driveway needs shovelling."
"Does it snow here every day or something?" the raven grunted angrily, rolling over so he could start waking up more.
"Something like that. Hurry up, your mother has a hair appointment at one."
His door shut, and he knew his father had left. Rubbing his eyes with both hands, he turned to look at his clock, noting it was almost noon. He had time.
Then again, Naruto probably wasn't going to help him this time around so he would have to actually get his ass up and shovel snow. So, grunting and cursing internally—only because he was too tired to bitch out loud—he got up and made his way towards his bathroom. Glancing out the window, he saw that Naruto's driveway was cleared of snow, of course.
It was like the guy enjoyed doing it.
"If he likes it so much, he should've cleared mine."
He knew why the other hadn't, but it didn't mean he had to like it. Especially since Naruto had done so well clearing his walk for him the day before.
At least he felt Naruto was justified in not having cleared it this time. And his brother had a valid excuse, so he was going to tough it out and shovel it himself like a big boy. I'll show that psychological anomaly that I can shovel snow too!
Sasuke couldn't help but let Naruto get under his skin, and it was annoying, to say the least. If it were up to him, Naruto wouldn't exist in his life at all.
He got his morning toiletries done, and went back into his room to change, pulling on a pair of pants and then a heavy, long-sleeved shirt. He turned to grab some socks, and glanced out his window again, pausing in his actions when his eyes met Naruto's window. The blond was working out again, shirtless. He was doing pull-ups, which suggested to Sasuke—provided he always kept to the same routine—he'd just finished with the punching bag.
The Uchiha decided to be a little smarter this time, and ducked down near his window, so that if Naruto looked at the raven's window, he wouldn't see him. In theory, anyway. Sasuke knew he should have just left to shovel the walk, but he dared anyone to walk away from a body like that. Especially seeing it for free.
A knock at his door forced him to jerk into an upright position and turn around. His mother poked her head in at him and smiled.
"I was just making sure you were up."
"I'm up," was his reply.
Mikoto stared at him uncertainly for a few seconds, seemingly confused. Sasuke figured she'd probably been expecting him to be annoyed—and he would have been, had he not had a nice, toned chest to stare at for the past... however long it had been.
"Honey, I'm sorry about all the shovelling, but unfortunately there's nothing I can do short of apologizing."
"It's all right, mum," Sasuke insisted, holding his socks tightly in both hands and walking past her, kissing her cheek. He needed to get outside, into the cold, before he had an unfortunate accident in front of his parents.
He was going to have to remember to lock his door next time Naruto was working out.
Wait, so now I'm actually going to start rearranging my schedule around his workout sessions? Sasuke snorted, grabbing his jacket and yanking it on. Not likely. I'm just sexually frustrated, is all. I'll get over it.
Tying up his boots, he walked into the garage to grab the shovel, and then opened the large door, walking out into the snow-covered driveway. Letting out a sigh, he shifted his weight, put the shovel down, and tried to remember what he'd so embarrassingly learned the day before about the proper way to shovel snow. Digging his shovel against the ground and pushing, he got a large amount of snow onto it, and grunted, lifting the shovel and tossing the snow to the side of the driveway.
"Well, it's more effective, but it's going to kill my muscles," he muttered to himself.
Nonetheless, he continued to shovel that way, checking his watch every now and then to ensure he was making good time. He was half-done the shovelling when it hit twelve-fifteen, and he was somewhat shocked at how well he was doing for time. He supposed it made sense considering he was shovelling properly, and Naruto was a stupid genius, and knew how to shovel.
Grunting, he went back to work, clearing more and more of the driveway. He was almost done when he heard a door slam and looked back at his house. No one was there. He looked across the street and, of course, Naruto was walking towards him, wearing his usual light jacket, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Sasuke was going to say something, and then decided against it. He just looked back down at the snow and continued shovelling. He could hear the blond moving closer, the snow crunching under his boots, and then finally stopped at the end of the driveway.
"I see me working out isn't the only thing you watch me do."
The Uchiha straightened, glaring at Naruto. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Laughing, the blond moved onto the driveway, leaving behind footsteps in the snow Sasuke hadn't yet cleared.
"You think ducking down at your window hides your duck-butt? I could see you looking out at me again." He grinned cockily. "Like what you see?"
"Hardly." The raven's hands clenched tightly around the handle of his shovel. "Are you over here for a reason, or are you just trying to annoy me?"
"You know, you don't have to be such an asshole all the time." Naruto rolled his eyes. "I was coming over to ask you if you wanted to hang out tonight."
"Hang out?" Sasuke threw a shovelful of snow onto the side of the driveway. "You say that as if we're actually friends."
"Well, I'm going out tonight. To a club. I was thinking maybe you'd wanna come with me or something." He shrugged. "I haven't seen you leave the house since you got here."
"What, you were watching me, then?" Sasuke smirked, now. He finally got the upper hand, for once.
"At least I admit it, unlike you."
And his upper hand went down the drain. How was it Naruto could be so calm and collected about everything, regardless of what it was? It was kind of infuriating.
"Fine. So I was watching you. So what?" Sasuke ignored the burning he could feel beginning in his cheeks.
"So nothing. Want to go clubbing tonight, or not?"
The first thing Sasuke thought to say was "no way!" but when he looked back at his house, and thought of how bored he'd been lately, he felt maybe going out at least once—even if it was with a dumbass like Naruto—he might actually entertain himself for once.
"What time?" he asked, somewhat disgruntled.
Naruto positively beamed at him. "I'll come get you at nine." He turned and headed back to his house, then stopped in the middle of the road and looked back at Sasuke. "Oh and, uh, wear something nice."
"You won't be out too late, will you?" Mikoto looked really nervous, following Sasuke around his room with her eyes.
"I'll be fine, please don't worry so much." He grabbed up his clothes from earlier in the day and threw them into his hamper, then turned to look at her. "Besides, I'll be with someone older than me who can definitely take care of himself. If anything happens, I'm sure he'll have my back."
"You think something will happen?!" Mikoto moved further into the room, wringing her hands together.
"No, I didn't..." Sasuke sighed. "Mum, I'll be fine, all right? It's not like I've never gone out before."
"But that was in Toronto!" she insisted.
"Where it's twice as dangerous as this place." He moved towards the door. "I'll be fine, don't worry so much."
"Okay," she whispered, then reached forward to take his face between her hands and kiss his cheek. He tried not to sigh or make a face, somewhat learning from Naruto's example.
The doorbell rang just then, so smiling slightly at his mother, he nodded goodbye to his father, who was standing in the corridor, and headed down the stairs. He was going to just let Naruto wait outside, but he could sense his mother following so he detoured to the door and pulled it open.
"Ready to go?" Naruto beamed at him.
"Sec," was all Sasuke said, turning around to grab his jacket and shoes, his mother taking his place at the door.
"Hello, Naruto!"
"Good evening, Mrs. Uchiha. How are you tonight?"
"Oh, fine, thank you." Mikoto smiled warmly, one hand against her stomach, something Sasuke knew she always did when she was worried. "Um, this place you're taking my son, it's safe?"
"Mum," the raven mumbled, feeling his cheeks growing warm again. He didn't want Naruto to think he was a mama's boy or anything, even though the blond appeared to be one.
"Oh yeah, don't worry." Naruto's smile was making warmth flood throughout Sasuke's body, and he could only imagine what it must be doing to his mother. He growled under his breath and hurried to get his shoes on.
"What time do you anticipate you'll be returning?"
"Whenever Sasuke gets bored, I suppose."
Which won't take long, the raven thought bitterly, moving past Mikoto and muttering goodbye, pulling at Naruto to make him stop hitting on his damn mother.
"It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Uchiha," Naruto called, the door slamming a second later.
"Stop being such a hornball." Sasuke headed towards the road, Naruto jogging slightly to catch up and walk beside him.
"What? I'm just being polite. You know, that thing you can manage with everyone but me." Naruto rolled his eyes and walked up to his garage door, typing in the combination to open it. Flipping his car keys in his hand, he walked towards the driver's side of the car and got in.
Annoyed, Sasuke followed, getting in beside him and closing the door. He had to admit, the interior of the car looked pretty decent. He hadn't really paid attention to the exterior. He wasn't even sure what type of car it was.
"Whenever princess needs to get home, just let me know and we can bail." Naruto pulled out of the garage and turned onto the street.
"Whatever, dumbass."
"Careful, asshole. Remember who your ride home is."
The club was everything Sasuke loathed about crowded places. It reeked of smoke, and alcohol, and had the vaguest hint of vomit. Everywhere he looked, people were writhing against one another, and not in a sexy fashion. He was excited to get some alcohol into his system so that it would overpower the stench around him.
Pushing his way to the bar, he could feel Naruto keeping in-step behind him. A part of him wanted to lose the blond idiot, but at the same time, he didn't because as the other had said, he was his ride home. And he realized once they were in the loud, music-filled club that he didn't have his number, so if he lost him, he was screwed.
Getting to the bar, he yelled out an order, the man on the other side nodding and grabbing him his drink, taking his money before leaning forward to catch Naruto's order. The blond was leaning forward against Sasuke, but the Uchiha assumed it was because the club was so packed, which it was.
When they both had drinks, Naruto grabbed Sasuke's arm and pulled him towards the side of the club, where a few people were chatting in a corridor. Pushing through them and into another room, Sasuke cocked an eyebrow when he noticed all the lockers.
"Come on, let's put our coats and shit up." The blond hit Sasuke in the chest with the back of his hand and moved to the back of the room, opening one of the lockers and putting his drink on top of it. He held his hand out for Sasuke's, who handed it over as well.
Sasuke tried to avoid looking at him when the other took off his jacket, following suit with his eyes on the ground. He wasn't sure he liked that Naruto took off his coat, but he felt he should have assumed he would. It was hot in the club, and Sasuke himself had made sure to dress nicely because he was certain they'd remove their jackets.
Now that the time had come, though, he was wishing he hadn't agreed to come out. He wasn't eager to look at what Naruto was wearing, especially since the other knew he enjoyed staring at him shirtless.
"What is that?"
At these words, the Uchiha had no choice but to look up. His eyes flickered over Naruto briefly, trying to take in his outfit without staring, and he decided it was a pretty safe outfit. The other was wearing loose jeans with sneakers, and a tight black shirt that didn't leave much to the imagination with relation to his muscles. As much as it made him want to stare, the black made it so that when they got back into the darkness of the club, he wouldn't see much.
"What's what?" he demanded, getting back on track with the conversation, and managing to tear his eyes away from the other's toned chest.
"That!" He grabbed Sasuke's jacket and threw it into the locker before rounding on him, and grabbing his shoulders. "We're partying it up, Sasuke. Why are you dressed like a waiter?"
The raven bristled at that, his shoulders tensing slightly in anger. He knocked Naruto's hands away angrily, trying to ignore the flush he could feel rising at the back of his neck.
"What's that supposed to mean?! I can't just try and look good?!"
"Hey man, I meant no disrespect, but..." Naruto trailed off, motioning Sasuke. "You're wearing black slacks with a belt, and a tucked-in white button-down shirt. All you're missing is a bow-tie and people would laugh you out of the place."
Sasuke didn't go out much, but usually the places he frequented, what he was wearing was sort of casual in comparison. Looking at Naruto, and then at the other people milling about—none of whom were looking at him, thankfully—he suddenly understood why the blond had reacted that way.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" he demanded, crossing his arms self-consciously. "I can't just go home and change now."
"Don't worry, this is fixable."
Naruto took a step forward, reaching out to touch the raven, but Sasuke knocked his hand away, glaring. The Uzumaki glared right back.
"Do you want my help, or not?"
"I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if it wasn't for you!" Sasuke hissed, looking around somewhat nervously, even though most people wouldn't notice he felt uncomfortable.
"Fine."
Naruto grabbed his drink, and pushed past him, starting to disappear back down the corridor. Sasuke's mind panicked, especially when he remembered—again—that Naruto was his ride home.
"Hey, wait!"
"Yes, princess?" Naruto turned to regard him, and Sasuke was hit with a spell of deja-vu. It wasn't the first time the blond had walked away from him, and turned back with those exact same words.
It was infuriating.
It was even more infuriating having to ask for his help.
"Fine, fix me," he muttered, crossing his arms again.
"Don't smack me again, or I'll just leave you here," Naruto warned, putting his drink down once more and moving forward.
Sasuke let the other approach him, tanned hands moving to untuck the raven's shirt from his pants. He pulled at the Uchiha's left arm, making him uncross them, and then unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling the sleeves up so that they hung more loosely down his arms.
"You wearing an undershirt?"
"No," Sasuke replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"Hm, oh well."
Sasuke tensed, but didn't say anything when the blond started unbuttoning his shirt. He'd figured Naruto wanted him to show a bit of skin, but soon the hands were moving lower, and lower, until all the buttons were undone and Sasuke was just standing in front of him with rolled up sleeves and an open shirt.
"This looks great," he drawled, annoyed.
"Well, if you stand like that, of course you look like a dumbass!" Naruto rolled his eyes and grabbed Sasuke's shoulders. "Loosen up a little." He shook him. "Like... You're so tense. This is a club. Relax."
He grabbed Sasuke's wrists and made him flail his arms a little, the raven's left eyebrow twitching in anger, but he said nothing. He could feel his shirt sliding off his right shoulder, the material trapped in the crease of his elbow.
"There, see? Now you look ready to party." Naruto grinned, then rubbed his own blond locks with both hands, making his hair stick up even more than it already had been. He slammed the locker shut and put the key in his pocket, then grabbed both their drinks and held Sasuke's out to him. "Shall we?"
The raven stared at it for a few seconds, and then couldn't suppress the smirk forming on his face. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the drink and led the way back into the club.
Naruto's smile was infectious, apparently.
Getting out of the locker room, he felt somewhat claustrophobic. He'd briefly forgotten about how packed the club was, and he hesitated just beyond the threshold. Apparently, Naruto wasn't having any of that because the next thing Sasuke knew, he was being pushed forward onto the dance floor, and spun around.
The blond was standing in front of him, rocking his hips from side to side and bobbing his head in time to the techno music playing, taking a large swig of his drink. Sasuke followed suit, downing as much of his drink as he could before he had to stop for a breath. He was a good dancer, but alcohol was usually involved. The Uchiha couldn't relax enough without a few drinks in his system.
Naruto leaned closer to him, his lips brushing against his ear, shouting over the music to be heard. "Come on, Uchiha, I know you can do better than that!"
"I'm getting there, dumbass. Patience." He pulled away from Naruto, smirking, and took another large swallow of his drink.
He felt someone brush up against him from behind, but it was so slight he figured it was just someone trying to get through the bodies of people. Well, he did at first, until he saw red flash through Naruto's eyes, and the blond grabbed him by the arm, yanking him sideways so he could shove at the guy who'd started dancing behind Sasuke without the raven's knowledge.
"Beat it!" the blond snarled, his grip tightening on the Uchiha's upper arm.
Sasuke cocked an eyebrow, somewhat confused by the reaction, but not particularly caring, especially since he could feel the beginnings of heat rising in the pit of his stomach from the alcohol.
Looking around while swaying his hips, he couldn't help but notice there were an awful lot of guys in the bar, and the few girls who were present were dancing with each other, occasionally talking to a guy or two, but definitely not hitting on any of them.
It didn't take long for it to set in, and by then, Naruto had let him go and was dancing again. Sasuke grabbed him this time, yanking him closer so he could yell in his ear.
"Did you bring me to a gay club?!"
"Your mum said you were gay, I thought I would indulge you."
Sasuke didn't know whether to be pissed right the fuck off, or to be embarrassed his mother had shared that with an almost complete stranger. He could feel heat rising to his cheeks again, though that might have just been the alcohol spreading.
"Calm down, it's not a big deal. If it's any consolation, I'm a batter."
That didn't make Sasuke feel better, because he had no fucking idea what that meant, and Naruto obviously noticed because he laughed and leaned closer to explain himself.
"I play both teams, Uchiha. I'm bi."
"Well good for you!" Sasuke turned, intent on heading back to the locker room to get his jacket and fucking walk home, but Naruto grabbed him around the waist, yanking him back and pulling him against his chest.
The Uchiha could feel heat radiating off the other in waves, his hot breath ghosting over his right ear and the side of his neck, as well as feel the other's muscles against his back. He let out a slow breath to calm himself down so he didn't get a boner in the middle of the fucking dance floor.
"I was just trying to make sure you had fun, would you stop acting like a prick for two seconds," Naruto breathed into his ear, rocking his hips from side to side, and half-forcing Sasuke to go along with it. The raven wondered when the other had lost his drink, since he was no longer holding it, his hands splayed against the raven's stomach.
"You brought me to a gay bar," Sasuke hissed angrily, but made no attempts to move away. Naruto was really warm...
"Only because I knew based on your mother's information that bringing you to a normal bar wouldn't be fun for you. Girls would hit on you, and guys would either glare at you, or try and hit on you. I figured if we came here together, we'd at least be able to make enough of a show that people would leave you alone and we could just dance and have a good time."
Sasuke was starting to feel really hot, and he blamed it on the alcohol and the proximity of bodies, but he knew it was because of Naruto, even if he didn't want to admit it. As annoying as the idiot was, he was still nice, and polite, and had a body to die for. Sasuke would've loved to have that kind of build.
"Come on, have another drink, relax, and let's just have a good time."
The Uchiha let out a long sigh, thinking it over, and decided he would let Naruto have his damn fun this time. Only because he would be bored at home, though. Not because he wanted to make Naruto happy.
"Fine, but you're buying." He turned to smirk over his shoulder at the blond, who just grinned back.
"Sounds reasonable. Let's go."
Naruto's hand slid down Sasuke's arm to his hand, his thumb pressing against Sasuke's palm lightly before interlacing their fingers and dragging him towards the bar.
Sasuke tried to ignore how fast his heart had started beating.
The second Sasuke opened his eyes the following morning, it felt like someone had grabbed a knife and was stabbing him in the retinas. The sunlight burned and he clenched his eyes shut, rolling over and groaning loudly. His head hit something hard and a snore sounded throughout the room.
Sasuke frowned, feeling sure he hadn't opened his mouth, and when he heard the snore again, he stiffened. Slowly, he reached out with one hand and poked the hard thing his head was resting against. It grunted and moved.
The Uchiha leapt off the bed, horrified, and promptly fell over, his legs getting tangled in his computer cord and causing him to fall over. His head pounded like someone was taking a sledgehammer to his brain and he let out a groan, lying flat on his face on the floor.
He couldn't recall how much he'd had to drink the night before, but he knew for certain he'd never had as much as he'd had, because he'd never felt like shit this badly before. He could only remember bits and pieces of the night before, but another snore from the bed reminded him of why he'd fallen out of it in the first place and he rolled over just as his bedroom door opened.
"You're lucky I got home literally five seconds before you did, little brother."
He felt someone hoist him to his feet, and was dragged across the room and sat down in his desk chair. Itachi walked around the chair to crouch in front of him, reaching out and touching Sasuke's right eye lightly. The raven winced.
"Ow..."
"I'm not surprised. With the force you walked into the doorframe with, you're lucky your entire eye isn't sealed shut."
Sasuke's eyes flickered to the bed, and Itachi stood, following his gaze. Relief flooded him when he saw the shock of blond hair. That, and the black sleeve of a shirt. Sasuke himself was still wearing his own clothing, his shirt practically completely off by now.
That at least cleared two worries of his: who the person in his bed was, and whether or not they'd had drunken sex. Answers being Naruto, and no.
"The guy wouldn't let you go," Itachi informed him, turning back to look at his brother. "When I heard you yelling at the cab driver outside, I was glad I'd come home as late as I had."
Sasuke was glad to hear they'd taken a cab home, especially since one thing he clearly did remember involved Naruto drinking as much as him.
"What happened?" His voice sounded rough, and it hurt to speak. Hurt to have his eyes open, too.
"I'm not sure, but you were yelling at the driver. I went out and apologized, paid him, and dragged you both out. I figured since you were in our driveway, I'd lie you down on the living room couch, take dumbass home, and come back to get you in bed, but when I got you inside, he wouldn't let you go. Said something about making you a promise not to leave you."
Sasuke felt weird butterflies in his stomach at those words, but he tried not to dwell on them too much. He just kept his eyes on the slumbering blond, who was now frowning and groping around himself for something.
"What happened then?" he asked Itachi without looking at him.
"I got you and him upstairs and into bed, then I went to his house and slid a note into the mailbox for his parents. It was late, I didn't want to wake them. They came by this morning to collect him, but when they tried to get him out of the bed, you wouldn't let go of his shirt, so they figured they'd let you both sleep and wait until you both woke up."
He felt heat rising to his face again, but just grunted in response and stood unsteadily, feeling like his head was about to explode. Heading for the bathroom, he shut the door and slowly got onto his knees, lying down with his face pressed against the cold tile of the floor. Goose bumps rose along his arms and the back of his neck due to the cold against his exposed chest, but he ignored it. The cold against his temple was helping with the headache.
Sasuke tried his best to recall as much as he could about the night before, but it was hard with his pounding headache. He remembered them at the club, and the drinking, and the dancing.
Man, did he ever remember the dancing.
Naruto was behind him the whole night, with his hands practically in the front of Sasuke's pants. He felt his face growing warm just thinking about it, but forced himself to fast-forward a bit. He could remember the dancing, and the touching. He thought he remembered some kissing, too, which didn't surprise him considering the hands in the pants.
Looking back on the night, he really did have fun. And even though he'd been drunk, he and Naruto had still had some interesting conversations in between their dancing breaks. He found out a lot about the blond idiot in the other room, and felt somewhat uneasy about how much information he'd divulged, as well.
One thing was certain, though: after last night, there was no way he or Naruto could keep up any pretenses of hatred. Drunk or not, there was definite chemistry, and even if Sasuke tried to go back to being a jerk to him, Naruto wouldn't take it lying down.
Especially after that conversation Itachi had heard the promise of...
"Fuck..." Sasuke whined.
The proof of the severity of the evening was the fact that the Uchiha had just whined. Uchihas didn't whine except during times of extreme duress. That conversation was such a time.
He'd admitted to Naruto about how insecure he was, and how a lot of people tended to use him for his looks or his money, and how hard of a time he'd had keeping a boyfriend. Naruto had promised him that no matter what happened, he would never leave Sasuke, which was big words coming from someone he'd been a jerk to and had only known for three days.
But again, chemistry. Even now, Sasuke tried to deny it, but that first day had been... well, weird. He wasn't usually that much of an asshole.
The bathroom door opened and Sasuke glanced up with his eyes, still lying on the floor with his face pressed against the tile. He heard a groan, and then Naruto's face appeared right beside his own, the blond's eyes closed as he mimicked Sasuke, pressing his forehead against the floor and letting out a sigh.
"You read my mind," the blond said, his voice just as rough and scratchy as Sasuke's.
"Cold floor feels nice," Sasuke agreed.
They both lay on the floor in silence, Sasuke hearing Itachi come into the doorway for a few seconds and then walk away. His bedroom door shut, and he winced, the sound echoing loudly in his head despite his brother having shut it quietly.
"What time did we get back at, anyway?"
"I don't know, four? Maybe five? Late." Naruto let out a sigh, frowning slightly. "My car and our coats are still at the club."
"We can get them later," Sasuke insisted, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. He felt like he was going to puke, but refused to do so in front of Naruto.
"Did you have fun?"
Sasuke hesitated before answering, wondering if he should lie, but he'd just decided it would be pointless. Besides, why lie? If he said he hadn't, then Naruto probably wouldn't come around anymore.
"Yeah."
"How much do you remember?"
Sasuke opened his eyes and saw Naruto's blue eyes locked on his own. He made him feel uneasy again, but he tried to act like it wasn't a big deal, closing his eyes again.
"A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"Enough."
They lay in silence for a bit, Sasuke focussing on keeping his breathing slow and even, even as his head pounded furiously despite the cold floor. He felt something brush some hair away from his face and opened his eyes, seeing Naruto watching his own hand as it worked on moving the raven's hair back.
"It's not because of how you look, you know," Naruto whispered.
Sasuke felt sick to his stomach at that statement and shifted, turning his head the other way so he wasn't looking at Naruto anymore.
"Forget it," Sasuke insisted.
"I'm not going to forget it because I know you're going to be thinking that this entire vacation. After three days, we were already making out in a club. I just thought you should know it's not about your looks or your money. You're just... you have a weird aura."
Sasuke cocked an eyebrow and snorted. "Aura?"
"It's hard to explain. Not that I believe in all that aura shit, it's just... I was watching TV in the living room that first day, and something just—compelled me to go outside. So I did, and I saw you. You were... the most entertaining person I had ever seen, and from far away, I couldn't even see your face that well, especially when you were looking down." He could tell Naruto sounded somewhat amused recalling that first day. "I don't know, I guess you were just interesting."
There was silence once more, Naruto's hand having moved to play with the hair at the back of Sasuke's head since he could no longer reach the front. Letting out a sigh, Sasuke turned to face him away, Naruto retreating his hand slowly.
"It wasn't about how you look, either," Sasuke muttered, and then forced a smirk, "though it's a bonus."
Naruto let out a short laugh, and then winced. "Ow."
Sasuke smiled, but made sure not to laugh, lest he share Naruto's current pain. They stared at one another for a while longer, the blond's hand having moved to Sasuke's, drawing circles on his smooth skin with his thumb.
"So what do we do now?" Sasuke sighed.
"Well, why don't we just see where this week takes us?" Naruto grinned. "If things work out in our favour, well... Montreal and Toronto aren't that far apart."
Snorting again, Sasuke kicked him lightly. "Hornball."
The bedroom door opened again, the two boys wincing, and Itachi appeared in the bathroom doorway again.
"Just so you both know, this isn't me being heartless, regardless of how much I find my brother suffering entertaining. This is what our parents decided to punish you with due to your overindulgence last night."
"Don't say it," Sasuke almost whined, but managed to keep that particular tone out of his voice.
"Driveways need shovelling, boys. I suggest you get to it."
And he was gone again, Sasuke and Naruto barely hearing both of their parents talking downstairs before the bedroom door was closed again, and they were bathed in silence.
"I'll help you if you help me," Naruto mumbled.
Sighing, Sasuke closed his eyes again. "Fine, but we're doing my driveway first."
Naruto snorted. "Yes, princess."
"Stop calling me that, dumbass."
One more part I have squirreled away. I'll post it tomorrow if I can move.