Deidara woke up the next morning sore and smiling.
His smile turned into a frown when he found Sasori missing from his bed. Sitting up and pushing his hair off of his face, he looked around the room.
He saw their clothes in a heap on the floor. His phone was on top, along with Sasori's car keys. Still groggy from sleep, he yawned loudly.
He pushed the sheets back, but quickly jerked them back up, blushing. He was still naked from last night.
Last night…
The thought made him smile. He loved how easily he could forgive Sasori. His eyebrows furrowed at the thought. It also worried him. What if Sasori had done something much more extreme?
Would he still forgive him? Shaking the idea from his mind, he got up and got dressed.
Stretching to try and get rid of the soreness, he ventured downstairs.
Glancing around worriedly, he still didn't see Sasori.
What he did find, however, was a note.
Picking it up, he read aloud to himself.
"Dei~ I went out to get some things from my place. I never want to leave you alone again. See you soon. I Love You, Sasori".
Deidara's heart soared from the beautiful cursive words. Sasori said I Love You.
Still smiling, he opened up the pantry and poured himself some cereal.
Munching quietly in his kitchen, he recalled the events from the night before.
He quickly shook his head, and chuckled.
It'd be kind of gross if he got hard in his kitchen. He'd feel weird, and a little awkward.
Finishing off his apple juice, he proceeded to wash the dishes in the sink.
With the water running, he didn't hear the front door open and close.
He also didn't hear the quiet footsteps approach him in the kitchen.
He gasped and dropped the metal bowl in the sink when someone grabbed his junk from behind him.
"Jeezus!!!" He exclaimed. There was only one person could possibly touch him like that.
"Danna…" He said weakly when Sasori started to stroke him.
"Danna, I'm trying…" Again he stopped, breathing harder.
Sasori started going faster.
Spinning around, he started kissing Sasori. Sasori returned the favor. Lifting Deidara up and onto the counter, he continued to stroke him.
Deidara pulled away, breathless.
"What's all this then, Sasori?"
Sasori just looked at him. "I was away from you too long."
Satisfied, Deidara pulled Sasori closer to him, his chest inches from his crotch.
Sasori lifted Deidara's shirt and started to kiss his stomach.
He knew that drove Deidara crazy. Deidara put his head back, his mouth open in a silent moan.
He pulled Sasori's head closer, growing impatient.
Sasori unzipped Deidara's pants. He pulled Deidara's cock out.
The phone rang.
"Fuck." They both said at the same time.
Deidara reached over and grabbed the phone.
Irritated, he answered angrily "What?"
"Oh, sorry, did I bother you?" was the harsh response from the other line.
"The fuck, Itachi. What do you want?" he said aggravated.
Sasori watched Deidara sitting on the counter. His hair was messed up, his eyeliner was smeared, and his dick was still hanging half-way out of his pants.
He was gorgeous.
Sasori was growing more and more frustrated with each moment Deidara spent on the phone.
"No, you can't." Deidara said.
There was a quiet period, then "Because. I'm busy today." He threw a glance at Sasori, who looked extremely pissed off.
"Well, I'm sorry but -- HEY!" He said when Sasori took the phone.
"Deidara's busy." With that said, he slammed the phone onto the cradle.
"Sasori? What --"
He didn't get to finish.
Sasori picked him up and carried him to his room.