A.N: Thanks for the well wishes guys. Still not 100 percent but working on it.
AN2: (Edit) Due to the FF smackdown, I've edited all lemony chapters to be less detailed so if they seem kinda disjointed, that's why. If you want the original versions, they're posted on Ygal.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: If you don't like men touching each other's goodies, turn back now.
There was a loud knock at the bathroom door, pain stabbing through Sasuke's brain before he grunted that it was open. He didn't need to sit up or turn around to know that it was his brother, come to torture him some more.
After the snow-shovelling, which had taken twice as long as his first day, despite both he and Naruto working on both walks, he'd returned to the solitude and coldness of his bathroom floor. He wasn't sure how many hours had passed, but the more time he spent with his head against the tile, moving around the bathroom to find a new spot when the old one got too warm, the better he felt.
He peeked open an eye to look at Itachi, the older man crouching down in front of him, without even the slightest hint of sympathy. Sasuke reminded himself to laugh uncontrollably the next time Itachi had a hangover.
"You're somewhat pathetic, little brother."
"Fuck off," Sasuke grunted, turning his face away from Itachi, and feeling like he might need to move again. The ground was getting warm.
"You know, your boyfriend's been working out for the past two hours. Apparently he can get over a simple hangover without any problems." There was a hint of amusement in Itachi's voice.
"He's not my boyfriend," Sasuke snapped, feeling somewhat angry that Naruto had gotten over this so fast. And here he was finding solace in the fact that they were both suffering.
"Oh really? Could have fooled me." Itachi stood and began to pace the large bathroom. Sasuke could only assume he was bored, otherwise he'd be off harassing someone else.
At least he had the decency to be quiet, and every step he took only caused a dull ache in the back of Sasuke's brain. A part of him wanted to submerge himself in a tub of cold water, but he didn't think that would work too well for him. He would definitely be too fucking cold. He might even freeze to death.
Death probably feels better than this, he thought, annoyed. Who invented hangovers, anyway? Couldn't there just be one thing in life that didn't have consequences?
"He keeps looking over here, you know," Itachi said conversationally, finally taking a seat on the edge of the bath. "Your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend!" Where Itachi got ridiculous ideas like that, he had no idea.
So he and Naruto had hit it off. So they'd gone clubbing and made out and some touching was involved. So they'd slept together in the same bed the entire night.
So what?
"You should make an appearance. Either he's worried about you, or you're hurting his ego by not watching him work out."
Sasuke frowned, somewhat uneasy. He'd suspected his brother knew he watched Naruto work out, but the sudden realization that during his brief absence in his room, Itachi might have been watching Naruto, he was overcome with a sense of jealousy.
It wasn't fair that Itachi got to look at what he'd worked so hard to—well, look at. Though, he hadn't worked hard, per se, he'd just... He'd made himself interesting enough to gain Naruto's favour! That counted, didn't it? And besides, Itachi got everything. For once, Sasuke wanted to get something. Was that too much to ask?
Of course not. Sasuke was a reasonable guy. If that meant locking Naruto away in a closet for the rest of the holidays, he could pull that off.
Especially considering he'd only been there for four days, now. Christmas was still so fucking far, and he somewhat resented his mother for making him come out as soon as his exams were over. December fourteenth. He still had a long way to go.
"You should eat something."
"No," Sasuke mumbled.
"At least some toast."
"No."
"Stop being a child," Itachi snapped, sounding annoyed, now. If Sasuke didn't know better, he would think his brother was concerned. "I'll go grab you some toast and Gatorade. And take a shower, you stink."
His brother padded back across the bathroom, and Sasuke groaned in half-pain, half-anger when the older Uchiha slammed the door. He'd definitely done that on purpose. Sasuke was so not cutting him any slack the next time he was hung over. With any luck, one of his retarded buddies would come down and they would all go out and get drunk and Sasuke would take up drumming.
Grunting and rolling over, he inhaled deeply, and then sighed. He really did smell rather disgusting, and his stomach ached from both the need to vomit an the desire for food. Letting out another sigh, he forced himself to his feet, hoping he wouldn't empty his stomach's contents all over the floor, and stripped off his button-down shirt, which had been mostly off the entire day to begin with.
Yanking off his belt, and then pulling his pants off, he stepped into the shower, cranked up the hot water, and blasted it through the showerhead. His skin turned pink almost immediately, and the water pressure was doing nothing for his headache, but the warmth made him feel cleaner. Bowing his head, he allowed the water to roll off him, not even making an attempt to clean himself properly.
He heard his bathroom door open again, and the shower curtains were pulled back before a facecloth was thrown against the back of his neck. He could tell by the violence that it was his brother. He supposed he had to think Itachi cared just a little, or else he wouldn't be bothering to harass him into eating and showering.
Well, the showering might have been selfish, considering Sasuke did smell bad.
"I'm not coming in there to clean you, little brother. If you don't get cleaned up, I'll take pictures of you and post them on your school website. I know a lot of girls who'd pay good money for the originals."
"Fuck you, Itachi."
"No thanks. Especially not the way you smell."
"Gross!" Sasuke grabbed the facecloth and threw it right back at Itachi, water dribbling into his eyes and causing him to miss.
Itachi certainly didn't when he threw it back, hitting Sasuke square in the face.
Cursing colourfully while the older Uchiha left the room, the raven grabbed the soap and started scrubbing at his already pink skin, turning it an angry shade of red. Then he shampooed his hair and stood under the water until all the suds had washed away.
Generally, after nights like the previous one, he would start jerking off in the shower, reminiscing everything that had happened, but somehow, it felt weird thinking of Naruto that way. Just because they'd made out and the blond had enjoyed the feel of Sasuke's nether regions didn't mean the raven felt comfortable jerking off to thoughts of the other.
After what felt like long enough under the spray, his hands having been clenched against the tile wall to stop them from wandering to places they ought not to go, he turned off the water and grabbed his towel. When he stepped out of the shower, there was a plate with toast and a bottle of Gatorade on the counter. Sighing, he moved towards them and took a bite of the plain pastry, wincing as he chewed it.
Drying himself off while pausing every now and then to take a bite of toast or a sip of orange liquid, he finally moved into his room to grab clothes, glancing out the window to see what Naruto was doing.
It looked like he'd just showered, as well, his normally spiky hair flattened against his head. He had his back to Sasuke's room, appearing to be doing something on his computer. Sasuke turned back to his dresser to grab clothes.
It was while he was pulling on his pants that he heard it. A loud squealing noise, like an agonized cry of rubber against asphalt, was coming down the road, and getting louder and louder. The roar of an engine practically shook the house; that or it was the bass of the music exploding out of the speakers.
Not finding this to be conducive to ridding him of his headache, he stomped to the window and glared out of it. He could see a silver Porsche with the roof pulled down racing down the street. The music blaring from the speakers was so loud Sasuke couldn't even tell what it was, and it made him wonder how the person in the car wasn't deaf.
He was about to turn away when the car screeched to a halt, the driver hitting the brakes, and then slid with the momentum into the Uzumaki driveway. Abruptly, the engine and music cut off, and a guy no older than Sasuke jumped out of the car, not even bothering to open his door.
Naruto's front door opened, and even though he couldn't hear what was going on, he could tell the blond had just screamed the guy's name, his arms outstretched in greeting.
An angry frown marred Sasuke's features when the brunet raced across the driveway and jumped into Naruto's arms, hugging him tightly with his legs wrapped around the blond's waist. Naruto stumbled, but even from here Sasuke could tell he was amused.
The brunet held onto his friend much longer than the Uchiha would have liked, but eventually he was back on the ground, and the two of them were talking. Every now and then, Naruto would glance up at Sasuke's window, but the raven knew he couldn't see him. It was starting to get dark, and Sasuke's light wasn't on. All Naruto could see was the sun reflecting off the glass.
The two continued to speak for a while, the blond continuing to motion into the house, but the brunet didn't seem interested in going inside. He eventually turned around to see where Naruto kept looking, and Sasuke got a clear look at his face—or, as clear as he could given the distance and diminishing amount of light.
He was attractive enough, Sasuke supposed. He had the same dark skin as Naruto, though possibly a shade or two darker. His brown hair was as messy and unruly as Naruto's, but slightly longer, and on his face, the idiot had tattooed two red fangs so that he looked like a permanent child with fingerpaint on his face.
Sasuke instantly didn't like him, and he tried to convince himself it was because the other had worsened his headache. Another more honest—and more quiet—part of himself was throwing a fit that he'd spent so long talking to Naruto, and had jumped on him!
If Sasuke knew what jealousy was, he might have been feeling it just then. But of course, he wasn't jealous. What was there to be jealous about?
His eyes narrowed further when the brunet idiot laughed and trapped Naruto in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles against the blond's head. Apparently, the other wasn't going to take that lying down, because he tackled his friend to the best of his ability, and the two of them flew off the porch, landing in a pile of snow that had grown when he and Naruto had shovelled the drive.
The two wrestled for a while in the snow until the blond finally got the upper hand, straddling his friend's hips and pinning his arms above his head, the two of them laughing.
Sasuke had seen enough. He turned back to his dresser and slammed the drawer that had been open shut. He yanked another one open so hard it flew right out of the commode and clattered to the ground. He just kicked it angrily, picked up a pair of socks, then stomped over to his bed to lie down.
When Itachi knocked on his door a few minutes later, Sasuke realized he'd fallen asleep. He was called out to dinner, so he stood and trudged towards the door, tripping on the drawer he'd forgotten to pick up. He grunted and grabbed it, putting it back where it belonged and throwing his socks into it half-heartedly, glancing out the window.
He frowned when he saw the car gone, feeling sure he would have woken up when the other departed given his music and his engine. When his eyes shot up to Naruto, the blond was sitting at his computer desk still, his hair slightly dryer, and his clothing devoid of any snow or dampness from it.
Sasuke was distracted, watching Naruto, and the blond's door suddenly opened, his mother appearing. He could only assume the other had been summoned to dinner, as well. Nodding, the blond stood, and then turned around, his eyes flickering up to see if Sasuke was there.
Moving to his desk, the raven turned on his light, seeing Naruto grin and wave at him. Snorting, the raven waved back, and watched as the blond turned to exit his room. He could've sworn he looked somewhat worried the second he'd started turning away, and it got him curious, but he ignored it.
Heading downstairs, he sat down at the table and helped himself to some rice and beef stew, his parents and brother already halfway through their meal.
"Did anyone else hear that car that came by earlier?" he inquired without so much as a hello.
"Damn kid almost broke all the windows in the house," Fugaku muttered angrily, stabbing into his stew much harder than usual. "I was glad when he passed through."
"He passed through?" Sasuke frowned.
"Sounded like it. Didn't bother checking."
Frowning, Sasuke looked back down into his plate, playing with his food slightly, and remembering the way Naruto had looked like he hadn't moved.
Had he imagined everything? Was he so possessive of the guy he'd just met that he was making up stories in his own head.
Damn fucking snow, Sasuke stabbed at a piece of beef.
Throughout the night, Sasuke had been debating going over to Naruto's place to talk or something, but every time he decided to, he got sidetracked on his way to the door, and had to work up the nerve all over again to the point where he just stopped bothering, fell down on the living room couch, and continued reading his book.
It was almost ten in the evening when a knock sounded, Sasuke looking up. He glanced at the door, but it hadn't come from that general vicinity. It sounded again, and he turned, jerking slightly in shock when a face was staring back at him from outside one of the windows.
A flash of brilliantly white teeth and a shock of blond hair easily informed him of who that person was, and he put his book down to trudge across the room. Opening the window, Naruto grinned and climbed into the house, Sasuke snorting.
"You know, normal people use doors."
"It's late, I didn't know if your parents would still be awake or not. Didn't wanna bother them."
Rolling his eyes, Sasuke shut the window, Naruto jumping slightly on the spot. He wasn't wearing a jacket, as per usual, but just a light sweater, jeans, and sneakers. Sasuke tried to ignore the fact that the snow on his shoes was melting onto the carpet.
"And what would you have done if I was upstairs?" He couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, given you look out your window at me all the time, because I'm so damn sexy," Naruto grinned cockily, ignoring Sasuke's snort, and continued, "I figured you'd eventually look up and I could motion outside."
"True." Sasuke turned and sat back down on the couch. Naruto rubbed his hands together to warm them and took a seat next to him.
"I was thinking we could go catch a movie," he informed the raven.
"Now? Isn't it too late?"
"Hm, you're probably right..." Naruto frowned, obviously not having thought of that. "Well, you could always come over and watch it at my place."
"Honestly, my hangover days aren't good days for me to be around people. I'm an asshole."
Naruto stared at him in mock-shock, and Sasuke knew what was coming before the words left the blond's mouth, feeling heat rising to his cheeks.
"You? An asshole? No way! That's impossible!"
"Shut up," Sasuke snapped, picking up his book and continuing to read. He re-read the same sentence five times before giving up. "Who was that guy?"
"What guy?" Naruto frowned, but Sasuke thought he saw a brief hint of panic in his eyes before confusion clouded them.
"The idiot you were wrestling in the snow with."
"Who?" The blond's head cocked to one side. "I didn't step foot in the snow after my shower until I came over here." He frowned more. "Are you feeling okay? Maybe I let you drink a little too much."
Pursing his lips together and looking back at his book, though not truly reading it, Sasuke thought back on what he'd seen. His father seemed to have thought that the car had simply passed by, and Naruto himself hadn't appeared to have moved from his spot at his computer. Maybe Sasuke had overindulged a little too much. He was hallucinating, now. Fantastic.
"Never mind. Just... tired, I guess."
"Hm." Naruto just shrugged and made himself comfortable on the couch, staring at Sasuke.
The raven felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising, feeling uncomfortable again. Naruto was just staring at him. At first he'd thought the other was reading his book along with him, but then realized he couldn't see the pages from that angle.
"Can I help you?" Sasuke finally sighed after ten minutes of trying to read the same page over and over.
"Nah, just looking."
"At what?"
"You."
Heat rose up the back of his neck again. "And why, pray tell, are you looking at me?"
"I can't look at you?" Naruto grinned. "You didn't have that problem last night."
"You are a seriously twisted individual, you know that?" Sasuke glared at the blond. Naruto just laughed.
"Why else would I be a psychology major?" He winked and then sat up straighter. "So if we don't movie it up tonight, how's tomorrow?"
Sasuke hesitated, not wanting things to get out of hand, but then figured, why not? He was going to be here for almost a month, and it wasn't like he had anything better to do. He was interested in Naruto, and it was more than obvious the blond was interested in him. Why not have a winter fling and see where things took them?
If nothing else, at least he wouldn't be so damn sexually frustrated anymore. Besides, wasn't that what all the other rich kids did? Stole, did drugs and have sex? Not that he wanted to be like all the other rich kids, but he wanted to have a rebellious streak, too.
Hell, even Itachi did things he wouldn't dare speak to his parents about.
Eying Naruto briefly, he smirked slightly, then looked back at his book. "Okay."
"Okay?" The blond grinned. "You'll come?"
"Sure." Sasuke shrugged. "Might as well entertain myself somehow during this holiday."
"My thoughts exactly," Naruto said with a grin, standing. "Well, I'm gonna go work out some more." He looked at Sasuke expectantly.
The raven snorted instead of being embarrassed this time. He knew that was a clear invitation, and even though he was going to go watch the other work out in his own time, he wasn't going to run up like an obedient little puppy dog.
"Have fun."
"Oh, I will," Naruto grinned and moved back towards the window. He'd yanked it up before Sasuke could say anything.
"You can use the—" The blond was gone. "—door..."
Sighing, he stood and shut the window, and then slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, book still in hand. He wasn't just going to sit there and stare when he had a perfectly good book to read. No, he was just going to glance up every now and then and watch Naruto work out.
His bedroom light remained off the rest of the night, onyx eyes locked on sun-kissed skin until the other man went to bed, his book lying forgotten on his desk.
When he was shaken awake again the next morning, he just about threw a fit before he was even fully awake, yelling he wasn't shovelling any more damn snow, and almost attacking the person who'd woken him when his eyes fully opened and he saw that it was his mother.
He instantly calmed down, muttering an apology and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He could tell by the nervous fidgeting that regardless of the fact that it was her waking him up, he was going to have to shovel snow today. When he looked out the window, he could see it falling heavily, and wondered why they bothered clearing it at all since it kept coming back the next day. He was so fucking sick of snow!
"Your brother's made a proposition I know you'll accept," she whispered nervously. "He's agreed to do all the other chores, including laundry, and dishes, provided you clear the walk whenever it snows."
Which is every day, the raven thought grumpily.
Testament to how much his brother loathed the snow, he was willing to do all the other chores in the house provided Sasuke did that one task, even though it wasn't guaranteed it would snow every day. Proof of how badly Itachi hated the white powder shit.
Well, it meant he only had to do one thing a day—even if it was something he loathed—he supposed he could deal with that. Grunting out a "fine" to his mother, he rolled over and covered his head with his blanket, feeling her pat it lightly and then leave.
He could only assume she needed to leave, otherwise she wouldn't have woken him, especially at ten in the morning the day after a hangover. So, with a sigh, he crawled out of bed and moved to his dresser to get dressed. Looking across the street, he could already see Naruto almost finished shovelling his own driveway.
Sasuke sort of felt bad for him. Considering all the things the blond always had to do, he never complained. Not once did Sasuke ever hear him complain about, well, anything. Except for how much of an asshole the Uchiha was, which didn't count, because realistically, he was an asshole.
Heading downstairs, he grabbed a quick bite to eat and then got his jacket and boots on, exiting the house into the garage and hitting the garage door opener. When it lumbered upwards high enough for him to see the end of the driveway, he smirked and leaned against his shovel.
"You're not hired help, you know."
"Good morning, princess," Naruto grinned at him from the bottom of the driveway, having just started on clearing a row. "How are you?"
"Sober, and not hung over. I'd say it's an improvement." Sasuke walked out and started shovelling the snow closest to him. "I'm serious though, you know. Stop shovelling my driveway."
"Ah, I forgot. You dislike my pity-shovelling." Naruto snickered, but continued working. "I don't mind. I like snow, and it helps keep my muscles firm."
"Because your eighty-thousand pull ups a day don't do that," Sasuke grinned, tossing snow away.
"Well, I'm not going to work out today." The blond paused in his work, watching Sasuke. "I was thinking of just showering when I got inside, and then we could go catch that movie. Maybe grab lunch somewhere and hang at the arcade or something."
Sasuke paused as well, cocking an eyebrow at Naruto. "Arcade? How old are you again?"
"Hey, you are never too old for shooter games!" Naruto pointed his finger at Sasuke, and grinned. "Or air hockey. I was born for air hockey."
Rolling his eyes, Sasuke continued working, trying to hide his smirk. He didn't have a problem with arcades, he just found it odd someone like Naruto would still go to one. Then again, he supposed he shouldn't have been too surprised, considering the other was pretty childish for the most part. Moreso than him, almost. And that was saying something, considering how childish Sasuke had been of late.
"You in, then?"
"Yeah, I'm in." Sasuke smirked, looking over at Naruto. "Keep shovelling."
"Your wish is my command," Naruto teased.
They continued in silence after that, managing to clear the driveway relatively quickly, and then separating to go take their showers. Itachi was coming down the stairs, reading a book, when Sasuke entered. The raven glared at him, but Itachi just patted his head almost insultingly when he passed.
The younger Uchiha swatted at his hand, climbing the stairs and disappearing into his room. Groaning, he stripped off his clothing and stalked over to his bathroom, closing the door behind himself and turning on the water. As usual, he made it go as hot as he could bear it, and then stepped in.
He let the water cascade off his skin, sighing deeply. He took his time rubbing his skin, cleaning the sweat off with just the water, for now. When he grabbed the shampoo, he heard his bathroom door open and rolled his eyes.
"I'm a big boy, you know. You don't need to keep coming in here while I'm showering to check in on me."
Itachi didn't always check in on him, but generally around hangover time, he tended to come in to make sure Sasuke wasn't drowning himself. Though today was a day later, so he didn't understand why he was there.
The curtains were pulled back just as Sasuke started shampooing his hair, and he turned to bitch at his brother. His words stuck in his throat and his shampoo-covered hands flew to his crotch, heat rising to his face.
"What the fuck?"
"You were taking too long," Naruto said with a smirk, removing his shirt. "And your mother told me to come right in."
"I think she meant the house, not my bathroom!" Sasuke's eyes unconsciously slid down to watch Naruto unbutton his pants. "And what the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna help speed things up."
"You already showered!"
"Eh, what's another shower if it means being clean?"
Grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, the blond climbed into the shower and pulled the curtains shut.
Sasuke didn't know what to say. Any other person would have started sputtering, but Sasuke was an Uchiha. Uchihas didn't sputter. So he just stared at Naruto, trying to avoid looking down, feeling very uncomfortable. His self-consciousness was acting up, and the last thing he wanted was Naruto to see him without any clothing on.
"Stop being so ridiculous," Naruto laughed, pulling at Sasuke's hands. "You'd think you've never showered in a communal shower before." He paused. "Wait, you probably haven't..."
"Of course I haven't!" Sasuke snapped, yanking his hands away and turning around so his back was to Naruto. He did his best to pretend the blond wasn't there, grabbing more shampoo and rubbing it into his hair.
It became harder and harder to ignore the other's presence when Naruto started washing his back. Sasuke felt it wouldn't have been so sensual if he'd been using a damn facecloth, but the dumbass was using his fucking hands! Everywhere the other touched him, it felt like electricity was coursing under his skin, and it was pissing him off!
"Stop being so tense."
"Says the guy who climbed into my shower while I was in it! Why are you even in here? Why didn't you just wait in my room?"
There was silence for a few seconds wherein Sasuke washed the suds out of his hair and Naruto's hands stilled on his back.
"Are you embarrassed?"
"Of course not!" Sasuke snapped angrily, feeling heat rise up the back of his neck. He cursed internally when he realized Naruto was standing behind him and could therefore see it, though he hoped the hot water would make it easier to cover the blush.
Naruto grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, Sasuke looking anywhere but at him. The blond rubbed his arms slowly, grinning at him.
"Why are you so embarrassed? I have one too, you know."
The raven's eyes flickered downward and then back up, Naruto letting out a chuckle. One of the blond's hands trailed down his arm, caressing his stomach, and then moving down more. Sasuke's eyes widened slightly and grabbed at Naruto's wrist.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, barely audible over the sound of water hitting skin and tile. The raven's eyes flickered towards the door. He never locked it, and he didn't hear Naruto lock it, either. "My family's home!"
"Then you better be quiet."
Grinning, and despite Sasuke ordering him to stop, he didn't. Sasuke hissed, his free hand grabbing at Naruto's shoulder and digging his nails into the other's skin. He let out a harsh breath, gritting his teeth.
"Relax," he whispered in Sasuke's ear, pressing him back against the wall. "You need to stop being so easily flustered. It's not like I haven't jerked off thinking about you in my shower."
"Moron!" Sasuke snapped, hitting him hard with his other hand, letting go of Naruto's wrist so he could move his hand more freely.
"You love me that way," Naruto bit sensually at Sasuke's ear, water cascading over them.
The Uchiha's breath came faster and faster, gripping at Naruto's back as best he could considering water was making it slippery. The blond's lips made their way across his neck, his collarbone, down his chest, and it didn't take a genius for him to know that the blond's lips were heading further down.
"Fuck," he hissed. One of Sasuke's hands grabbed at Naruto's hair, yanking on it almost as if to pull him away, but he didn't. His other hand slapped against the wall beside him, fingers spasming against the tile.
The raven's head fell back against the wall, his breathing loud and harsh. He let out another groan, hand tightening in the blond locks.
And then, his eyes snapped open and towards the bathroom door.
Someone had just knocked.
He tried to push the blond away, but Naruto didn't budge, looking up with mischievous eyes. Sasuke groaned again, bringing his hand away from the wall and stuffing it in his mouth to muffle his moans.
"Sasuke, honey?"
Oh fuck, it's mum! Panic exploded up his spine, and he started pulling harder at the blond's hair, but still he didn't budge. Sasuke was biting his hand so hard the pain was overpowering the pleasure Naruto was currently giving him.
"Sasuke?" He heard the handle begin to turn and pulled his hand out of his mouth, slapping it against the wall again.
"Yeah mum?" he choked out, trying to sound normal. The handle stopped turning.
"Are you all right? You've been in there a long time."
"Nn I'm fine! Awesome! Thank you!" He forced out, punching the wall and tugging on Naruto's hair. "Fine!" he shouted, much louder than he meant to.
"Um, all right," his mother said uncertainly. "Naruto was here a minute ago, but I think he went home. Make sure you call him when you're out, all right?"
Sasuke doubled over, curling around Naruto's head and clawing at his back.
"Fuck!"
"Sasuke, what's wrong?" He heard the door open and tried to straighten, but couldn't. He could see her shadow coming closer and closer. If she pulled back the curtain, she was going to see them...
And Naruto really didn't seem concerned.
"Nothing, I'm fine! Fine! I'll call him, I swear!" His voice was rising in pitch in his panic. He'd never been this panicked in his entire life.
He looked down almost pleadingly at Naruto, but the blond didn't pay Sasuke's panic any mind. Looking up horrified, the raven watched his mother's hand near the curtain. He clenched his eyes shut.
"Mum." And Sasuke had never loved his brother so much in his life. "Dad wants you."
"Um, all right. Itachi check in on your brother, please." He could hear the concern in her voice when she started walking out of the bathroom. Sasuke figured she'd felt Itachi checking would be more appropriate since they were both guys.
He heard the bathroom door close, and then a snort, still trying to keep his moans as quiet as possible.
"Next time you two decide to have fun in the shower, have the brains to lock the door."
And the door opened and closed again, music blaring from Sasuke's room.
Finally, the raven let out a bit more of his voice, since no one could really hear him anymore.
"Nn ah, you bastard. Fuck, you—" His breath hitched, his fingers clenching in Naruto's hair. "I'll kill you. You're de—" He clung to Naruto more tightly, letting out a muffled cry.
His body shook, all of his muscles tensing, his breath caught in his lungs until he finally relaxed, spasming against Naruto and hating the dumbass more than he'd ever hated anyone in his life.
"That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" The blond grinned, getting back to his feet.
"I hate you," Sasuke breathed, sinking to the ground and sitting on the cold shower floor. "You have no idea how much I hate you."
"Don't be like that." Naruto grinned, crouching down in front of him. "It's more exciting with the risk of getting caught." He smacked Sasuke's thigh and then stood, climbing out of the shower. "Jesus, it's cold."
"Cold?" Sasuke frowned, lifting his head. He sat under the spray, and realized it was, indeed, cold. He wondered when it had gotten so cold, but figured he'd been far too pleasured and stressed about his mom catching him to even notice.
Nevertheless, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling just as sweaty as he had when he'd entered, and grabbed his towel out of Naruto's hand. The blond had been using it to dry himself off. Glaring, he dried himself off, ignoring the snickering coming from the idiot behind him.
"You're such an asshole."
"I thought that was your area of expertise," the blond said, sounding amused. Sasuke said nothing, continuing to dry off and disappearing into his room. He yanked on a pair of pants, and went to his closet to find a shirt, turning off his music when he passed his player.
Naruto appeared behind him, hugging him around the middle and kissing his neck. Sasuke just glared into his closet.
"Don't be mad. We didn't get caught. And you can't deny is was exciting."
"Are you always this quick to jump the gun?" Sasuke accused, turning to glare over his shoulder, now. Naruto just grinned.
"Only with people I feel chemistry with."
Rolling his eyes, he shrugged out of Naruto's arms and pulled on a shirt, turning around to grab socks. He caught sight of Naruto's face before the blond could turn it back into a cocky grin. The other was upset.
Well, he should be! Sasuke thought angrily. He almost got me caught!
But the truth was, they hadn't been caught. And now that his anger had been quelled somewhat, he had to admit, it had been pretty thrilling. He'd reacted accurately, in his opinion, but he didn't like the look Naruto had had on his face when he'd turned around.
Sighing, he moved towards the blond and kissed him lightly on the lips, trapping the other's bottom one between his teeth. He tugged lightly, increasing the pressure before letting go, and smirking.
"Next time, we're doing it in your house." He shoved the blond's face away playfully. "Let's go."
Nothing of consequence happened during the moving apart from Naruto constantly stealing Sasuke's popcorn, and almost getting his fingers broken off halfway through it. The lunch had gone pretty well, too, and by the time they reached the arcade, they were actually openly holding hands.
Sasuke had been hesitant at first, because even though people didn't care in Canada, he didn't know what it was like in England. But, Naruto wasn't too concerned, so he tried not to worry about it, either. He just followed along, finding it somewhat embarrassing he didn't know any of the places Naruto had brought him to so far, despite having been coming to England for years.
"You don't go out much, princess. We've already established that." Naruto grinned and pulled him into the arcade, the blond letting out a happy sigh. "God, games. I love games." He clapped his hands together, grinning. "So, what do you want to play first?"
"Anything." Sasuke shrugged, hands in his pockets. "I don't mind."
"All right, then." Naruto grinned and motioned the air hockey table. "Shall we?"
"You don't know what kind of challenge you just agreed to." Sasuke smirked and moved to one side of the table, holding it for them while Naruto went to get tokens.
When he came back, the two of them played a few rounds, finding they were fairly evenly matched since it took them forever just to finish one game. Naruto won the first, and Sasuke the second. They stopped halfway through the third because others wanted to play and they'd hogged the table long enough.
Moving on to racing games, they played a few rounds of that, and then some first-person shooter games, which Naruto was annoyed to find Sasuke much better at.
"How come you can aim so well with a gun, but your equipment is another story?" Naruto whispered into Sasuke's ear, obviously hoping it would make him lose his cool. The Uchiha just smirked and killed the boss they were fighting, Naruto pouting slightly and continuing to play.
It was well past five in the afternoon by the time either of them checked their watches, and Naruto insisted it was time for them to go home. They both had to have dinner with their parents, he'd insisted, but Sasuke couldn't help feel they were rushing for another reason.
"What's the hurry?" he demanded, climbing into the blond's car and buckling himself in.
"No hurry, it's just meatloaf night. I don't wanna miss it," Naruto insisted, pulling out of the parking lot and making his way back towards their compound. "Don't you ever have those nights?"
"I guess." Sasuke shrugged. "So what are you doing afterwards? Wanna play some video games at my place?"
"Uh, the arcade sorta video gamed me out." Naruto glanced at him. "Sorry."
"That's cool." The raven stared out the window again. "Maybe a movie."
"Well, we already watched one..."
"Are you busy later or something?" The Uchiha turned back to him, eying him suspiciously.
"Me?" Naruto scoffed. "No. I just—should spend time with my family, is all. I mean, it's Christmas time, you know?"
"Sure."
But Sasuke wasn't convinced. He felt like something was up, but he tried not to dwell on it. He was sure Naruto must have a good reason to be so secretive, he just hoped it was nothing bad.
They arrived back at the compound, Naruto parking in his own driveway and climbing out, Sasuke doing the same.
"Come on, I'll walk you home." The blond was grinning again, going back to how he was mere minutes before. Sasuke snorted and started across the street, Naruto jogging to keep up with him. "Did you have fun?"
"Hn," was his reply, though Sasuke smirked.
"Me too." The blond put both hands behind his head, grinning, the two of them walking up the driveway. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
"Minus the morning events," Sasuke stopped on his porch and glared at him.
"Aw, you said we could at my house." Naruto waggled his eyebrows, and then leaned forward, kissing Sasuke's cheek. "See you tomorrow, princess."
"Fuck off, dumbass." Sasuke snorted and shoved Naruto, the blond stumbling down the porch steps, still grinning, and turning to run back across the street.
Shaking his head, Sasuke disappeared back into his house, closing the door behind himself.
Though he knew there was nothing to worry about with regard to Naruto, especially since they weren't dating or anything, he couldn't help but feel the other was keeping something from him. He didn't like it when people weren't wholly truthful with him, it came with his trust issues.
Naruto had seemed so anxious to get home when he'd discovered the time, even though they had plenty of time before dinner. He knew the Uzumakis ate around seven, and it wasn't like it would take them two hours to get home or anything.
When he finished dinner a few hours later, he tried his best to lie in bed and read his book without checking up on Naruto, but he couldn't resist glancing out the window every now and then. The blond's light was off, and he couldn't help but feel it was done on purpose. After all, Sasuke himself had done it on purpose once, as well.
Letting out an annoyed growl, he got up and turned off his own light, stomping across his room and sitting down at his desk. Glaring out the window, he kept his gaze fixed on the window across from his own, trying to catch any hints of movement. There wasn't any.
He knew Naruto wasn't with his parents, he could see them both in the kitchen, talking and laughing. It looked like Mr. Uzumaki was making a mess and Mrs. Uzumaki was pretending to scold him, since it was clear she wasn't truly mad.
Sasuke wasn't sure how long he was sitting there, but eventually, all the lights across the street had turned off, and he was left sitting alone in the dark, wondering what he was doing. He checked the time, noting it was almost eleven, and figured maybe Naruto had just felt sick or something, and had gone to bed early.
Standing to leave his seat, movement out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention, and he looked back over at Naruto's house. The blond had just exited the front door, glancing around nervously, as if he were about to rob a house.
He certainly wasn't dressed for a robbery, as far as Sasuke could see.
That was when he heard the engine. Glancing down the street, the same car he'd seen the day before was racing towards the Uzumaki household, the roof up this time. It slowed down when it neared Naruto's driveway and the blond bolted for it, jumping into the car while it was still moving, and slamming the door. Sasuke watched it screech away down the street.
Feeling his blood boiling with anger and jealousy, he turned away from the window, wondering if he'd have preferred not to see anything at all.
One thing was for sure: Naruto had lied, and he had a lot of explaining to do...
Yay! Kiba!