AN: Got my comp back. Hurray! Just in time for shit to go insane at work! SERIOUSLY! CAN SOMETHING JUST HAPPEN SO I CAN WRITE CONSISTENTLY AND NOT HAVE TO TAKE CONSTANT BREAKS! It's getting on my nerves!
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: K. Masashi's bitches.
A lot of things were going through Sasuke's mind when he sat down at his desk, waiting for his parents to leave the house. First, he felt like maybe he might have overreacted a little bit, and he was glad Naruto didn't seem too put off by it. Honestly, what had he been thinking just storming over there in a rage like that? Especially considering they weren't really anything, so to speak.
So they'd made out, and Naruto had sucked him off in the shower, so what? That didn't mean he could suddenly control the blond and demand he see no one but him. Even if Sasuke was possessive, they needed to understand their relationship before he could start getting that possessive. Besides, Itachi'd always said it was kind of a turn-off, but the younger Uchiha couldn't help it. As attractive as everyone said he was, he knew he didn't have the best personality. It would be easy to cheat on him.
Not that he cheated since we'd have to be together for him to cheat, he reminded himself.
Which led him to his next thought: Naruto's father. The older man had insisted it had been a favour to him that had led Naruto to go out the previous night, and Sasuke saw no reason for him to lie. Why would he lie to save the blond's ass if he was doing something that would hurt Sasuke? It didn't seem to be in his character, based on what he'd learned about Minato during their dinner.
But he still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something wasn't quite right. All right, so maybe it explained why Naruto had jumped into a random silver Porsche, but what about the fact that he'd seen that car before, and had watched Naruto and a brunet wrestling in the snow? There was no way he'd imagined that, not now that he knew that car was real. What were the chances of him hallucinating a car like that and then seeing the exact same one? Very slim.
So was that brunet with the dumb tattoos Naruto's dad's boss' son? They'd seemed pretty damn chummy to him, going to a club alone with that guy didn't seem like a burden to Naruto in Sasuke's opinion. Or maybe they weren't chummy at all, but the blond pretended to be with him so that his dad stayed on good terms with the boss?
But then who's to say he won't do whatever it takes to keep the boss happy? Sasuke thought with a frown, looking up in time to see Naruto exit the bathroom, talking on the phone. The other looked incredibly pleased with his conversation, and Sasuke narrowed his eyes slightly.
He honestly didn't know what to make of their current situation, which he supposed was partly why he'd invited Naruto over on a whim when things had sort of been cleared up. Honestly, he wasn't sure he trusted himself alone with the charming blond. He didn't know how convincing the other could be, and wondered what he'd do if they were suddenly both naked and starting to fuck.
Even though Sasuke had already decided he was willing to have a winter fling with this guy, another part of him was insisting he wanted more than just a fling. Like Naruto had said, if things progressed well, they didn't live all that far apart. And what were the odds? Sasuke didn't believe in fate, but it certainly seemed like some higher being was at work here. Why else would he have met someone who was attractive and charming, his winter neighbour, and lived within driving distance of him at home? There had to be a reason for all this.
His eyes focussed when startling blue locked with his own and he smirked. Naruto grinned and let his towel drop, Sasuke's eyes instantly lowering. It wasn't like he hadn't seen the other's nether regions before, but somehow knowing Naruto wanted him to look there made his room seem a few degrees warmer. He watched the other wiggle into clothing, and then cock his head slightly.
Understanding, Sasuke shook his head, letting out a sigh. He wanted his parents to leave so that Naruto would head over, but at the same time, wondered what would happen when he did. Sasuke wasn't ready to drop the brunet, but he felt pursuing it might just annoy the blond, especially if it really had just been a favour for his father.
Besides, Sasuke wasn't a jealous little schoolgirl, for crying out loud! He was Sasuke fucking Uchiha! He could have anyone he wanted, so why he thought a stupid scruffy-looking beast was any competition, he had no idea.
Still, it bothered him.
He noticed Naruto had grabbed a book, and was reading it while glancing up every now and then, but Sasuke's mind was far too preoccupied with his thoughts for him to even fathom picking up a book. So, he just sat there and stared across the street, his mind continuing to churn through all the information it had received.
Every time his eyes focussed, he noticed Naruto was turning a page. Eventually, he ended up just staring at the blond, noting how quickly he read since the pages were turning faster and faster. It was evident he wasn't skipping pages, but Sasuke was sure he was skimming. Nobody could read that fast.
"Honey?"
Sasuke almost jumped, but managed to stand, making it look like he'd intended to leap to his feet that way. He turned slowly to look at his mother, the woman smiling at him.
"We're going out now. Did you want anything? We're probably going to be stopping for groceries on the way home."
"No thank you," he replied politely, then hesitated. His mother obviously noticed he might have something to add, because she waited, cocking her head to the side slightly. "Um, I was wondering... Do you think it would be all right if Naruto had dinner here?"
"Sure, honey!" Mrs. Uchiha smiled. "That's so thoughtful, especially considering his family invited you. Perfect. I'll have to think of what to make while at the store, but yes, of course it's all right."
"And um, what if he stayed over? Not saying he will, but just in case?"
She raised an eyebrow at this question, chuckling slightly. "It's all right if he wants to, Sasuke, but he does live right across the street. Besides, aren't you a little too old to be playing sleep-over?" She teased. "Though if you want him to stay the night for other reasons, just try and be quiet about it."
"Mum!" Sasuke exclaimed, horrified and embarrassed, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn.
"I'm just saying," she insisted, laughing slightly, even though Sasuke knew in her mind it would never happen. To her, she was still his little boy and though she teased him a lot about sex, she was still under the assumption Sasuke was a virgin. He didn't have the heart to burst her happy little bubble.
"We'll see you in a few hours, Sasuke." She closed the door behind herself, leaving an embarrassed and disturbed Sasuke in her wake, if only because he didn't know what Naruto had planned for their afternoon alone. He turned to look back out the window, Naruto still sitting reading his book.
When he felt more than heard the garage door rumble upwards beneath his feet, Naruto glanced up, and promptly fell off his chair. Well, Sasuke was sure he'd removed himself from it, but from the angle the Uchiha was standing, it looked like he'd just fallen out of it, and it made him smile, the flush in his cheeks slowly dissipating.
Leaning forward on his desk, Sasuke watched his parents' car disappear down the street, able to make out the smirk on Itachi's face from where he stood, and glaring at the older man. When the car was no longer in sight, he looked over at Naruto's window, the blond standing framed in it, the book he'd been reading clutched in his hand. Smirking, Sasuke waved him over, blinked, and the blond was gone.
Feeling his heart give a double-beat in his chest, he moved slowly towards his door, making his way down the corridor and reaching the stairs when the doorbell rang. He took his sweet time making it downstairs, not wanting to appear too eager, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Turning slowly, he moved towards the front door, only to hear a sliding sound from the living room. He changed direction, entering the other room and cocking an eyebrow.
Naruto was climbing through the window again.
"You know, that's called breaking and entering," Sasuke smirked.
"You were taking too long. Besides, who's to say you wouldn't like it if I broke into your house?" Grinning, the blond lowered the window once more and threw his jacket onto the back of the couch. He kicked off his shoes, shoved his hands in his own pockets, and moved closer to Sasuke. "Maybe... Maybe you came downstairs to get a drink after your parents left." He inched even closer, the Uchiha smirking and bringing his arms up to cross them.
He knew what Naruto was doing, and honestly, he didn't think he was all that opposed to it. He just wanted to hear the whole story before he decided whether or not he wanted to play.
The blond was right in front of him, now, grinning sexily at him, his hands still in his pockets. Neither of them moved, both just staring at one another while Naruto continued his story.
"Maybe I thought I'd be breaking into an empty house to get some goodies to sell, but instead I was met with something else I'd rather have."
Sasuke felt all the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the other's tone, Naruto lowering his voice and licking his lips, blue eyes slowly looking him over appreciatively.
"And what if I knew karate and could kick your ass?" Sasuke inquired, slowly moving around Naruto. The blond turned, following his movements, eyes still roving over his body.
"Maybe you didn't want to hurt me. Maybe I was everything you'd ever wanted, but never knew it until you finally laid eyes on me."
A chill ran down Sasuke's spine. He really wished Naruto would stop using that tone of voice, it was making him get hot and bothered. "Maybe you're right, but who's to say I'd make it easy for you?"
"Maybe I don't want it to be easy." Naruto grinned, walking past him and back towards the window, apparently intent on making this improvised role-play a reality. "Maybe I want you to fight me."
"I always knew you liked it rough, Uzumaki," Sasuke said, licking his lips unconsciously. He liked it rough, too, so right now, he was looking forward to their game.
"Name's not Uzumaki anymore, princess. Go get your glass of water." Naruto grinned.
Rolling his eyes, the raven obeyed, going into the kitchen to grab himself a Coke out of the fridge. He tapped the top twice, and then popped the tab, taking a large swallow and leaning back against the counter. If Naruto wanted to play, he wasn't going to make it easy for him. Sasuke had never done this before, but he had done improvisations in his drama classes in high school. Those didn't usually end in ways he was thinking this one would, but it was enough.
Taking another swig of his drink, he pushed away from the counter, moving back into the main hall and heading for the stairs. Movement out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head, but the blond he'd just seen was gone.
Shrugging, he took another sip of his drink and ascended the stairs, putting his can down on the hall table and stretching on his way to his room. Something fell over downstairs and he whipped around, more concerned about what had just fallen than playing his part for their game. Nothing sounded broken, and he was sure Naruto wouldn't go so far as to destroy his family's property.
"Great, someone let a rat into the house," Sasuke called loudly with a smirk, knowing Naruto wouldn't like that.
He headed back for the stairs, descending them slowly, almost lazily, and walked back into the living room. He frowned at the overturned coffee table and moved forward to set it upright. Just as he bent down to grab it, a tanned hand closed around his wrist and whipped him around.
Letting out an actual shout of pain, he was slammed face-first into the wall, his arm pulled up his back painfully. His other hand flailed slightly to try and hit the asshole behind him, but that wrist was caught as well, and slammed against the wall above his head.
Breathing hard, and wondering how far Naruto was actually going to go with this, he tried to turn his head slightly when the other pressed himself against him, the blond's front flush with Sasuke's back. He tried to ignore the way something was poking him in the ass.
"What have we got here?" Naruto's voice was that same, low tone he'd used while describing their little game, and it made all the hairs on Sasuke's arms and the back of his neck rise on end.
"Who are you?" Sasuke bit out, twisting his wrist slightly, and hoping Naruto would loosen his grip on it. He really was pushing it up rather far. "What are you doing in here?"
"Mm, I seem to recall being called a rat." Naruto's lips were brushing against the shell of his ear, and then moved towards his temple. Sasuke shivered slightly, gritting his teeth.
As much as he wanted this to be fun for both of them, though, he also valued the use of his arms and considering one of them was at risk of being dislocated, he decided it was time to show Naruto he hadn't just been saying things at random.
Namely the part about knowing karate.
He didn't want to damage Naruto too much, though, so instead of slamming his head backwards into his attacker's—like he would have done were this real—he instead pivoted slightly so the pressure of his left arm diminished, and then angled one leg up to knee him in the stomach.
Naruto's grip loosened, but he didn't let go, and Sasuke had to wrench his right arm free so he could turn more easily, the blond still gripping his left one. The idiot was grinning, his free hand now resting atop his stomach.
"That wasn't very nice," he said in that same low voice. It was seriously starting to creep Sasuke out. Just how into this was he?
Before Sasuke could decide what to do next, Naruto smacked him hard across the face, the raven seeing stars for a few seconds before anger boiled up from his stomach. He was slammed back against the wall again, all the wind rushing from his lungs, and the grip around his wrists so tight he was sure there would be bruises.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he demanded angrily, somewhat losing interest in their game now that Naruto was taking it just a little too far.
"You know, it's funny, because you're glaring at me and yelling at me for how rough I'm being, and yet..."
A jolt ran up Sasuke's spine when Naruto's knee pressed against his crotch. He looked down at himself, not even having noticed his reaction—and then wondered how he could have possibly missed that.
Am I some kind of masochist? He wondered, still staring down at the knee pressing against him. He knocks me around, smacks me across the face, and I get hard? Seriously? He supposed it explained why he liked rough sex. He just hadn't realized how rough he liked it before.
So, all right, he would forgive Naruto just this once, because learning new things about his own body was always a bonus. With that in mind, he returned to their game.
"What is it you want?" he growled through clenched teeth. Even if he was playing along, it didn't stop the ache in his jaw. He kind of wished he had headbutted Naruto, now.
"Well, with a spread like this," Naruto looked around briefly, then back at Sasuke, "I was thinking of getting a nice payday, but you had to ruin that, didn't you?" He smirked, and it was so un-Naruto-like that Sasuke couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds. Forget psychology, why the fuck wasn't Naruto in acting?
"Fine," he managed to bite out after his head had cleared slightly. "Then take what you want, and go!"
"Mm, that was before. This is after. You've ruined my entire plan by being home. I feel like I should teach you what happens when you fuck with me, little boy."
Naruto was pressed up against him again, his hot breath ghosting along the raven's pale neck. The Uchiha's eyes closed of their own accord, a groan forcing its way up his throat.
Sasuke wasn't even sure how it had happened, but one second he was against the wall, and all of a sudden, he was lying on his back on the floor. Naruto practically tore his shirt off, and Sasuke scowled somewhat angrily, seeing as how he had been rather fond of that shirt. Then all conscious thought left his brain when the blond's hands undid his pants.
Blue eyes looked up at him and Sasuke groaned, letting his head fall back against the ground. His fingers dug into the floor and his back arched slightly.
For a few euphoric minutes, all Sasuke's thoughts were focussed on Naruto. Back in the shower, the rising panic of being caught by his mother had somewhat lessened his focus on the blond. Now, here, with absolutely no risk of being caught, he spent almost the entire time focussing on him.
He did feel things were progressing between them rather quickly, but he reminded himself, he'd decided to be a little risque for once.
Their antics didn't last long, and Sasuke's back arched off the ground, the Uchiha biting back a shout as best he could. He'd tried his best to keep his voice in, but it had just burst out without his consent, and even though he knew Naruto had heard him once before, he was still slightly embarrassed.
When he raised his head to look down at Naruto, he saw the other grinning at him.
"I thought you were going to murder me when I stopped for a second there," Naruto said with a smirk, shifting so he was leaning back, propped against his elbows.
"For a second, I was considering it," Sasuke replied, his voice low and husky. If Sasuke Uchiha had thought he didn't have a bedroom voice in the past, Naruto had just gotten it out of him.
Grinning in satisfaction, the blond struggled to his feet with a wince, one hand reaching down to rearrange himself. He started to walk out of the room, evidently on his way to a bathroom, when a thought struck Sasuke. Why should Naruto have to go relieve himself when he had a perfectly good mouth in range? After all, the blond had given him two blowjobs since they'd met six days ago, who was Sasuke not to return the favour?
Not even bothering to pull his pants up, since Naruto was already almost out of the living room, he clambered to his feet, his pants down his thighs, grabbed the blond's arm and wrenched him back, slamming him against the wall.
Naruto was so shocked that Sasuke saw fear flash briefly through the sapphire depths, but he was on his knees a second later, so whatever else flashed through those gorgeous eyes, he didn't see it. His hands fumbled to undo the blond's belt, and then his pants, pulling them down to just about the same place as his own pants on his thighs.
Hissing, tanned hands twined themselves into black hair, Sasuke smirking at the moan already past the blond's lips, and he hadn't even started yet. Though he knew he wasn't anywhere near as talented as the blond, he was sure he had his own techniques that would have Naruto begging for more before long.
He could tell Naruto couldn't decide if he liked or hated his technique, and Sasuke knew how he felt. When people did this to him, he loved it, but at the same time, hated it because it made things end quickly. He didn't want a quick end for Naruto, he wanted the blond to remember this. He wanted to blow his fucking mind.
He felt he was doing rather well, considering he could feel Naruto's hands tightening and loosening in his hair. Then, Naruto's hands clenched and tugged before he shouted.
Trying not to betray the fact that he'd almost choked, Sasuke pulled away and took a deep breath, trying to clear his lungs. He looked up at the glazed-over blue eyes above him, and smirked.
"Eat a lot of pineapples, Uzumaki?"
"Maybe. You never know when a sexy neighbour is going to blow your mind."
Sasuke had to smirk at the words, since he'd been thinking them not two minutes previously. He said nothing, though, and just pulled Naruto's pants back into place, doing them up and then buckling his belt. Standing on his own shaky legs—Naruto's ministrations hadn't worn off yet—he did the same himself, getting his clothes back on properly, and then shoving his hands in his pockets.
"That was fun," Naruto commented with a grin, both hands behind his head. "It ended too fast though. I think next time, we should try and hold back on the sexual acts."
Snorting, Sasuke turned to head towards the stairs, hearing the blond following behind him. "You're the one who threw me to the ground and had your way with me."
"Your own fault for getting hard while I was beating you up."
A brief wave of anger flashed across his mind before he forced it back, but he couldn't stop his right hand from closing into a fist. "Speaking of which, what the fuck was with the smack?"
"Huh? Oh, come on, don't tell me it hurt!"
Sasuke was halfway up the stairs by now, and he stopped to turn and glare at Naruto, the blond almost as tall as him still despite being a step lower. He could see the other's eyes searching his, and then a tanned hand reached out to lightly touch the area he'd smacked.
"Hey, I didn't mean to hit you that hard. Sorry if it hurt."
"It's fine." Sasuke smacked his hand away, feeling a little foolish now. It hadn't hurt that much, he supposed it was more the fact that Naruto had done it that had shocked him. Maybe the blond was used to roughhousing so little things like yanking his arm up his back and hitting someone across the face wasn't a big deal.
His mind flashed back briefly to the brunet Naruto had been wrestling with in the snow. They'd been pretty rough with one another, and it made his mind instantly picture them both in the bedroom, wrestling around on the bed, naked, both of them sporting bruises and bite marks before—
He cut the thought off abruptly, feeling a hollow ache in his chest. He didn't know why he was making himself picture something that was obviously going to cause him discomfort—he would never admit that tightening in his chest had been pain. It wasn't like Naruto was his or anything, anyway, so—why did it even matter what he did with the brunet?
Though really, he felt like, given how they were behaving, Naruto should've known better. He hoped he did, anyway, and that the blond idiot wasn't off having sex while Sasuke was sitting there all impatient and somewhat eager for his own turn, though he'd never admit it.
Especially not to Naruto.
"I always kind of took you for a rough kind of guy," Naruto admitted, both of them having reached the landing and Sasuke picking up his Coke can from the hall table. He took a large swallow and as he lowered it, Naruto's hand snatched it out of his grip, the blond taking his own sip, smacking his lips loudly.
"You never offered me a drink."
"You never asked for one. You were too interested in our game," Sasuke reminded him with a small smirk, stealing his drink back and taking another sip, leading the way into his room.
"This is true." The blond bounded in after him and fell onto the bed, letting out a groan and pretending to snore. Sasuke could understand how he felt. It was still relatively early, and considering where his mind had gone the night before, he hadn't really slept all that much. It was weird how attached he'd gotten to someone he barely even knew.
Even weirder how far he'd gotten with someone he barely even knew.
"So, genius, what do you want to do now?" Sasuke fell down in his desk chair, eyes surveying the other's backside. He had to admit, Naruto had a nice ass. It was probably due to all the working out the guy did.
"Sleep." The blond rolled over, throwing Sasuke a saucy smirk. "With you."
Rolling his eyes, the raven stood up and moved across the room to his PlayStation, pulling a few of his games out and trying to decide which one he felt Naruto would prefer. He didn't have very many multi-player games—Shikamaru was virtually his only friend, and the other tended to watch more than he played, since playing was "far too troublesome"—so it made it hard to choose something.
He had Rock Band back in Toronto, but a fat lot of good that would do him right now. He supposed he could let Naruto play and just watch. Shrugging, he put Bioshock in and picked up the controller. The second the game started, Naruto was at his side so fast Sasuke actually started. The blond's cheek was almost touching his own, the other's chin barely an inch above Sasuke's shoulder.
"Is that Bioshock?" His blue eyes were wide.
Smirking, Sasuke figured he'd chosen the right game, and despite the fact that he was probably going to get bored watching Naruto play after a while, he handed him the controller. Naruto settled himself in instantly, sitting cross-legged beside Sasuke with his shoulders hunched and his face set. The raven just leaned back against his elbows, eyes on the screen.
Naruto had almost finished getting through the beginning part when the front door slammed open and Fugaku's angry voice assaulted their ears. Sasuke noticed the blond pause the game, both of them listening to the older man bellowing at the top of his lungs.
Only one thing ever made Fugaku that mad, and Sasuke winced, getting slowly to his feet. He motioned for Naruto to stay where he was and then moved out into the corridor, closing his bedroom door behind himself. Itachi was hurrying up the stairs, obviously having suffered enough during the drive home, and slammed into his room, his music blaring loudly a second later.
Sasuke only braved descending two or three steps before stopping, watching his father rage around the living room, a newspaper in his hand, and a phone in the other. He pitied the person Fugaku was speaking to. They were not only going to be deaf, but would probably end up fired by the end of the phonecall.
"Sasuke."
He turned to look at the foot of the stairs, where his mother was motioning for him to go back to his room. He made a face, glanced at his father again, then walked backwards up the stairs. When he turned to head back to his room, he heard his father yell a few profanities, and then the word "Shanghai," which explained a lot.
Opening his bedroom door, he entered his room again, then closed it behind himself. Naruto hadn't restarted the game. He was sitting in front of the television, looking uncomfortable. Sasuke couldn't blame him.
"Should I go?"
Normally, Sasuke would have said yes, but he honestly didn't want the other to leave, especially not since he wanted to hang out with him for the rest of the day. He didn't have a guarantee Naruto would invite him over if he decided to go home.
"No, it's okay. I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable." Sasuke sat down beside him again, eyes on the screen, but Naruto still didn't unpause it. When he looked over, the blond was still staring at him.
"This is a stupid question, but is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's just—my dad being himself." Sasuke scoffed slightly. "Being from Canada, I'm sure you know what my parents do?"
"I don't live under a rock, you know." Naruto rolled his eyes. "Almost all my electronics are from Uchiha Corps. Your dad owns one of the largest electronic companies in the world."
"That would be the current problem," Sasuke said sigh a sigh, raking a hand through his hair. He realized then that his hair had somewhat deflated, and figured it had happened during his and Naruto's activities. He didn't dwell on it. "My dad's trying to branch out, you know, make his company larger by means of expanding the product or whatever. He keeps trying to negotiate with all these companies all over the place, but lately he keeps getting bought out, and it's driving him a little crazy. I think he just lost some kind of business deal in Shanghai."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Naruto said, shifting slightly.
"I'm sorry you need to be here while he's having one of his fits," Sasuke retorted with a snort.
"It's funny, isn't it?" the blond asked with a smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "How adults can throw temper tantrums, even though they always berate us when we're younger for throwing our own."
"I suppose." The raven smirked and snatched the remote out of Naruto's hands. The blond's mouth opened, about to protest, but Sasuke just leaned over and kissed him. When he pulled away, it seemed Naruto had forgotten what he was about to say. "If you're not going to play, I will."
"Bastard."
"Just the way you like me," Sasuke shot back with a smirk, continuing on where Naruto had left off. "Oh, also, you're staying for dinner."
"Sounds good. But just so your mom knows, I don't think anything can top what I had for lunch."
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, but when they did, Sasuke shot Naruto a filthy glare, and ignored the way the blond's eyes had locked onto his crotch.
"Thank you very much for dinner, Mrs. Uchiha, it was delicious," Naruto said politely as the woman moved around the table to collect their plates.
"You're so welcome, sweetie. I'm glad you liked it." She smiled brilliantly at him and then moved towards the kitchen, calling back that she'd need help with dessert. Itachi was out of his seat before anyone had time to blink. Sasuke couldn't blame him.
Though Fugaku had calmed down considerably since that afternoon, he was still in a foul mood and had spent the entire dinner trying to take his anger out on the china, grumbling angrily under his breath and virtually ignoring everything that was going on around him. That had somewhat dampened the mood of the dinner, but Mikoto had done her best to keep things lively, with a lot of help from Naruto.
Sasuke could tell Itachi was amused by the blond, but that had quickly disappeared when—as Sasuke later found out—Naruto had been playing footsies with him under the table, having missed Sasuke. He supposed the blond realized his mistake when Sasuke didn't play back, because the second his foot found the right Uchiha's, the raven definitely played back.
"I hope you like apple pie," Mikoto said while exiting the kitchen, a plate in each hand. They both had a large piece of pie on them, as well as a dollop of ice cream. She placed one down in front of Naruto, whispering to him slightly, though it was still loud enough for Sasuke to hear. "It's Fugaku's favourite. He usually calms down considerably once coffee comes after having apple pie."
"It's good that you know these secrets, I'd hate to think he'd still be this angry when you both went to bed." He flashed Mikoto a brilliant grin and she flushed.
Sasuke kicked him under the table, the blond making a face, but saying nothing. When he glanced at the raven, he gave him an annoyed look and mouthed, "That's my mum!"
Naruto didn't seem too concerned, and actually spent most of dessert trying to piss Sasuke off by continuing to make comments one normally wouldn't make to a married woman in front of her family. And it wasn't the fact that he was almost flirting, it was that he continued to imply Sasuke's parents still had sex, which was highly disturbing for both Sasuke and Itachi to think about.
By the time coffee came around, and the three boys were excused, Naruto had made another comment on how much happier Fugaku looked, which would probably lead to even happier times later. When they reached the stairs, Itachi punched Naruto before Sasuke had the chance to.
"I only put up with you because my brother likes you," Itachi informed the blond when they reached the top of the stairs. "You would do well to remember that. Until you have something of value to offer me, I will have no problems trying to sabotage whatever kind of relationship you and Sasuke have."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Naruto's face scrunched up in an odd half-pouting and half-defiant way. "'Whatever kind of relationship you have.' What's that supposed to mean?"
Itachi blinked at him, then looked at Sasuke. "Good luck with this one."
"He's not as dumb as he pretends to be," the younger Uchiha muttered, crossing his arms and watching Itachi return to his room. He then led the way into his own, Naruto closing the door behind himself, and then falling onto the raven's bed again. He rolled over this time, watching Sasuke move about his room, the raven picking up various things that had gotten tossed around earlier while he and Naruto had been wrestling for the controller.
"Do you and Itachi talk a lot?"
"Hm?" Sasuke asked, cocking an eyebrow and continuing to tidy up.
"I don't have any siblings. I sometimes wonder what it'd be like to have one. I mean, in our current situation, I just talk to my mom. She's almost like a teenager, it's so easy for her to get down to my level and relate with me. I'm just wondering though if you and Itachi talk about this."
Sasuke felt a small pang of guilt when he realized Naruto was talking about him to his family, and he was barely even mentioning the blond to his own other than to ask if he was allowed to stay for dinner.
"No," he whispered, his back still to the blond. "I don't really—I'm not very open about these sorts of things. Or about anything, really, to be honest."
"Oh."
He chanced a glance at the blond, but he was just looking leisurely around the room. He didn't appear concerned with this answer at all, almost as if he'd expected it. It was weird how well the other knew him.
"While we're on the topic," Sasuke threw a random shirt into the corner and fell down heavily into his chair, "what exactly should I be saying about you?"
"What do you mean?"
Sasuke shrugged. He was mostly curious at this point, considering their lack of genuine knowledge about one another, but he was definitely attached to the blond. Whatever the other's answer though, he didn't think much would change between them.
"What are we? I mean, I'd call us fuck-buddies, but there isn't so much fucking as there is sucking in our relationship." He smirked slightly, Naruto grinning in response. "And we hang out a lot, like friends would, so I know for certain we're at least in the friend zone."
"How perceptive of you," Naruto teased, getting more comfortable on the bed, sitting with his legs crossed Indian-style, his elbows on his knees, and his face between his hands. "I don't really know. I definitely feel strongly about you, and I'll admit I've never been quite this bold before, in terms of our," he cleared his throat, then grinned, "sucking."
"You mean you don't make it a habit to walk into people's bathrooms while they're showering?" Sasuke teased.
The blond barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "It's not something I do on a regular basis, no, though for you, I'd be willing to make an exception."
Sasuke just smirked in response, but didn't say anything else.
They sat staring at one another for a long while, both seemingly waiting for the other to say something, but they didn't. Sasuke was trusting Naruto's inability to keep his mouth shut to come to his rescue, and he was glad when it came true.
"What would you like us to be?"
"I'm fairly certain I asked you first," Sasuke retorted, unwilling to let Naruto weasel out of answering. If the blond had wanted him to answer first, he should have been faster.
Letting out a sigh, Naruto raked one hand through his hair and let himself fall back onto the large bed, blue eyes gazing up at the ceiling and one hand coming up to play with the corner of one of Sasuke's pillows. The raven himself decided to pass the time by staring at the room across the street, realizing only after he'd turned to do so that the object of his stares was lying on his covers behind him. He felt stupid, so instead shifted his gaze to the road, which was slowly becoming coated with a layer of snow. He could foresee another driveway-shovelling in his near future. Probably early, too, considering his family's shopping spree had been cut short due to Fugaku's rage.
"Well, why don't we try it?"
Brought out of his thoughts about snowy driveways, Sasuke turned to blink at Naruto, somewhat confused by his question. The blond was sitting up again.
"Try what?"
"Being together. I know we haven't known each other that long, but I feel like it's safe to say we're reasonably attracted to one another, and not just for physical reasons." The blond shrugged. "We don't live that far apart in Canada, so why not just give it a try? Let's see how things go for us until it's time to head home, and then work from there. Sound good?" He flashed the raven one of his brilliant grins.
Sasuke snorted, but a smile spread across his face anyway. He turned back to look out the window. "Idiot."
"I'll take that as a yes. I get to run around screaming that you're my boyfriend now. I hope you're ready for the title."
Rolling his eyes, he turned back to look at Naruto, the blond looking particularly pleased with himself for having Sasuke as a boyfriend. If not that, then of having given Sasuke a title, at least. The Uchiha snorted at the thought, shaking his head.
"Moron."
"You know, if I didn't know you fancied me, I'd be worried your insults were—" he let out a fake-gasp, then leaned closer to Sasuke to whisper, "rejection."
"Goodness, no!" Sasuke said with fake-shock, then rolled his eyes.
"You know, it's kinda funny." Naruto cocked his head to one side. "Ever since we've started hanging out, more and more it seems that stick shoved up your ass is slowly getting pulled out. Eventually, it might even be gone."
Sasuke snorted. "We both know you're waiting for it to disappear so you can replace it with your own stick."
"Hardly the point, but I suppose that's valid."
"My mom said you can spend the night, by the way." Sasuke was making his chair swing from side to side, one foot on the floor helping to stop him from doing a full rotation. "If you want."
"Sounds good." Naruto grinned. "Wouldn't want to have to trudge back across the street in that cold snow. It's so far!"
Snorting at the horrified expression on the other's face, his eyes shifted to the blond's pocket when his phone vibrated loudly. Naruto pulled it out, checked who it was, and then put it away. It was the fourth time he'd done that. While they'd been playing their video game, it had gone off a few times, and Naruto had ignored it once he'd looked to see who was calling. Sasuke doubted it was his mother, but he wasn't entirely sure who it could be.
A part of him wondered if it was the boss' son, and Naruto had been telling the truth. And not wanting to get dragged out for another night of partying, he was just ignoring the calls. He supposed it was possible, and though his tongue burned with want to ask about it, he forced himself to remain silent.
"We should go clubbing," Naruto said suddenly, waggling his eyebrows at Sasuke. "Let's see how much more information I can get out of you while you're wasted."
Snorting, Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Moron, if you have questions, just ask them." He paused. "Later."
Naruto's mouth had been open, but he closed it with a small pout at the raven's words. Then he huffed and turned his back on Sasuke, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders. A smirk played at the edges of the Uchiha's lips.
"Well, we can't very well start making out the second we turn off the lights. We're going to have to wait for Itachi to fall asleep, at least, and while we're waiting, we can talk."
"Who talks when the lights are off and you're lying in a bed together?" Even with his back still to him, Sasuke could hear the grin in the other's voice.
He had to wonder if Naruto was always like this. He'd never met anyone this horny in his life. Was it just how Naruto was, or was Sasuke just that much of a stimulant for the other's sex drive? He snorted at the thought, then used his feet to roll his chair across the room to his console. Picking up the controller, he turned on his television and picked the game up where they'd left off before dinner.
Naruto was sitting beside him on the floor a few seconds later.
"You gotta admit, your mom made a valiant effort. She failed miserably, but she damn well tried," Naruto said with a slight chuckle, his arms wrapped around Sasuke's waist while pressing his front against the other's back. The raven just snorted.
"She doesn't class me in the same league as my brother. She still thinks I'm pure. I guess she was worried that us sleeping in the same bed would lead to more—impure activities."
When Naruto and Sasuke had gone downstairs to grab a snack around eleven, they'd returned to the Uchiha's room to find a cot on the floor, complete with sheets, a pillow and a comforter, all turned down and ready to be used by Naruto. As much as Sasuke wished he could give his mother peace of mind, he knew the second he saw it that there was no way it was going to happen. And it wasn't like they hadn't slept in the same bed before, anyway. Yes, they'd been drunk, but that was even worse.
She should have set out a cot on that day. They were more likely to do something stupid while inebriated.
Not that sex with Naruto was stupid, it was just—something Sasuke felt he should be conscious for. The blond had an ego, he didn't want to hurt it too much.
"Poor thing. I guess it's good that she didn't catch us in the shower then. Your poor reputation." He could hear the grin in the blond's voice, and resisted the urge to smack him. Of course, Naruto would find it funny they'd almost been caught. He was sure the blond wouldn't feel quite so jovial about the whole situation if it had been his mother who'd almost caught them.
Then again, the eccentric woman had already proved to be a lot like her son. For all Sasuke knew, she'd have asked if they wanted her to provide them with a video copy.
"I'm pretty sure if she had, you would've been considered Satan spawn. No way to charm yourself out of that." Sasuke smirked slightly, Naruto chuckling behind him. The heat off the other's skin was beginning to make him hot, but he didn't complain. He enjoyed having his own living heater.
"I'd have gotten back into her good graces somehow. And if not, well... there's always that unlocked window downstairs."
Sasuke snorted again, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Naruto was the only person he'd ever met who would commit some kind of felony in order to suck someone's cock. And based on their earlier conversation, not just any cock would do for the great Naruto Uzumaki. Oh no! It had to be prime Uchiha-cock. Naruto was picky that way, apparently.
While lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the sound of something vibrating, and turned his head when Naruto's warmth left him briefly. The blond let out a curse, and Sasuke listened to him text a reply before throwing his phone on the floor.
"Feel free to step on my phone in the morning," he grumbled, getting comfortable against Sasuke's back once more.
The raven frowned. "Unpleasant news?"
"No, just—annoying interruptions."
"Hn."
Sasuke didn't know what else to say, so he chose to keep his mouth shut, his thoughts unconsciously returning to the blond and his friend wrestling in the snow. It was a thought that often forced itself back into his head, despite how often he tried to repel it.
"You know, I still don't get you," Naruto suddenly said, his lips brushing against the back of Sasuke's neck. The Uchiha shivered.
"Get me?"
"Yeah. I mean—I think you were lying. Back when we were drunk."
Groaning internally, Sasuke hoped this conversation wasn't going where he thought it was, but apparently, he'd gotten enough favours from God because he refused to grant Sasuke's current one of dropping the subject. Naruto just plowed on as if not realizing the raven was uncomfortable.
"Have you even looked at yourself in a mirror? And even if you have, which I know you do cause God knows you spent however long getting that duck-butt to stick up," Sasuke ignored the smirk he could hear in the other's voice, "I still—don't get it. I mean, on the one hand, the fact that you think you're somewhat unattractive is laughable because if you were any sexier, I'm pretty sure you'd be illegal."
Sasuke snorted at that.
"But on the other hand, even if you were ugly—which you're not, thank you very much—don't you feel that'd be a good thing? Ugly people have it easy, I feel, because looks come and go, but a personality is a life-long commitment. So even if you feel you're ugly, don't you feel better knowing that I think you're amazing for being yourself, and that the nice porcelain package you come in is just a bonus for me?"
"People will do just about anything for money, Naruto," Sasuke said bitterly. "Not that I'm saying you are."
"Hm, I guess I can understand that..." The blond trailed off and lapsed into silence for a few seconds, then seemed to regain his train of thought. "I guess I get you being all insecure about people being after you for your money and all that, but still. I can't understand how you can be so damn negative."
"It's not a big deal," the raven grumbled, wishing—not for the first time—that he didn't talk so much when he was drunk. He wished even more that Naruto would have forgotten about it but, no dice.
"Don't worry, princess." Sasuke's eyebrow twitched, but the blond was saved from bodily harm by sucking lightly on his pulse. It distracted him momentarily. "I'll make sure to remind you I'm more interested in you than your money."
"As long as you don't rely on me to nourish you all the time, we're good." Sasuke said with a smirk.
Naruto barked out a laugh and returned to sucking on the Uchiha's pulse, the raven letting out low moans whenever his boyfriend hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Itachi started banging on the wall.