Naruto leaned against the side of his truck and crossed his arms, waiting for Sasuke to pull up on his bike. Naruto was pretty sure Sasuke loved that thing like a child and he couldn't help but wondered what, exactly, Sasuke would do when it got too cold to ride his Harley to school.
He sighed and sagged a little when a black sports car with a fancy name Naruto couldn't remember sped pass him. Just seeing the car stung; it was the car that his ex-best friend drove, that backstabbing asshole.
The blonde perked up again, however, when the loud roar of a motorcycle's engine filled the air. He flashed a bright smile when the black 'steel-horse' pulled smoothly into the parking space next to his truck.
Naruto was slightly jealous of the pale hand that carded through windswept black locks; his own darker hands itched to do the same. It wouldn't be a lie to say that sometimes he'd lie in bed and wonder what that hair would feel like twining around his fingers. Sasuke's hair always kind of stuck up in the back like he gelled it but it also looked incredibly soft at the same time.
"Hey Sasuke, me and the guys have a gig tomorrow night at a local bar, and I was wondering if you wanted to come."
Sasuke turned and stared at him for a moment and Naruto wondered briefly if the other was going to hit him in the face for daring to suggest something so stupid but the raven haired teen shrugged simply shrugged.
"Whatever." Sasuke spun on his heel and made his way into the school building.
It wasn't a complete agreement but it was enough and when Naruto was sure Sasuke was no longer looking he grinned and jerked his arm down in a triumphant fist pump. Stage one of his fool-proof 'get-Sasuke-to-love-him-forever' plan was in effect.
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After school Sasuke found himself in front of his bathroom mirror staring at himself. He fought the urge to suck his lower lip in between his teeth and bite down on it because such nervous gestures such as that were below an Uchiha but still. Was this a date? Or a casual friend-hang-out thing? He ran a hand through his hair and resisted the urge to beat his head against the mirror until he lost consciousness, what the fuck was he thinking when he agreed to this? Not very much, obviously, but he just couldn't say no to Naruto about something that was so important to the blonde.
Sasuke had just pulled his head back, ready to let it connect with the mirror when he heard a chuckle from the door.
"Beating yourself into oblivion won't get you out of this otouto," Itachi commented from where he was leaning on the door. Sasuke glared at him from the corner of his eye but didn't turn away from the mirror.
Itachi chuckled "You don't have your music to tune me out this time, so why not listen to your aniki?"
Sasuke used his reflection in the mirror to glare at Itachi and opened his mouth to say something when his brother let out a quiet grunt. He turned around in time to see his mother bodily shove Itachi out of the way, tears glistening slightly in her eyes.
"Oh, my baby boy's going on his first date!" She then proceeded to, in a dignified manor, launch herself at her youngest child.
If someone had asked Sasuke what his most uncomfortable moment ever was, he would've named that moment in the top three. His mother had reached up and grabbed his head—which rested at about 6'2" in opposition to his mother's mighty 5'1"—and held it fast to her chest. Not only was he bent at a deeply uncomfortable angle but he was finding it a little difficult to breath with her voluptuous chest smothering his face as she wiggled excitedly from left to right, trying to pop his head like a balloon.
"Lovely wife of mine, you're killing our son," his father's voice—which would have been called amused, if he wasn't a Uchiha—sounded from behind his mother.
Sasuke breathed a sigh of relief when the pressure on his head vanished.
"So, what's he like Sasuke?" His mother questioned excitedly. Sasuke almost chuckled at the way she was acting; like a four year old bouncing merrily on her feet. How his stoic, hard ass, father ever convinced such a vibrant woman like her to marry him, Sasuke would never know.
He opened his mouth to respond when one of the butlers came scurrying up "The boy in the orange truck is here young master," he said with a bow and retreated once again after Sasuke gave him a dismissive nod.
Giving his mother a kiss on the cheek he rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed his coat before making his way down stairs.
As soon as the sound of the door being shut echoed through the house Mikoto frowned and turned to her oldest son and husband, lips turned down in a deep frown. "What is Sasuke doing with that boy?"
"Don't mother," Itachi cut in.
"He makes Sasuke," he paused, searching for the right word but it eluded his grasp so he settled on the next best thing, "happy."
She furrowed her eyebrows and went to once more say something but Itachi just shook his head "Did you know that Sasuke read those books on anger management you bought him?"
Mikoto blinked in a way that let Itachi know that she hadn't known and Itachi just shrugged at her and leaned back against the granite counter top behind him in thought.
"He read them because of that boy, because that boy is 'against violence,' Sasuke's grades have also improved because he pays attention in class so he can help that boy do his homework."
Mikoto stared at her son in disbelief, "Really?"
She didn't mean to sound skeptical but it was just so hard to believe that any of what Itachi was saying was true. Sasuke was a good boy at heart, he really was, but he was also a difficult boy. Being a Uchiha, being a genius born into a wealthy family with high expectations, could do that to a person.
Sasuke had always been an angry rebellious boy, and he'd always seemed like he was looking for something but he hadn't quite found it yet. Sometimes, it seemed to Mikoto that her son had lost something and he was trying to regain it back but for the life of her she'd never been able to figure out what it was that he was searching for; she didn't think he knew either.
She sighed and touched her fingers to her lips in thought. Maybe, just maybe, that boy would be good for her son. Maybe he was what her son had always been looking for.
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Sasuke hopped in Naruto's truck and cast the other boy a side glance, the boy was dressed different than usual. His unruly locks were messier than usual and Sasuke could clearly tell from where he sat in the passenger's seat that the blonde had stage make-up on while the orange shirt he wore had a line sketch of a fox with nine-tails. The blond defiantly looked like a rock star to Sasuke.
"So where is this place again dobe?" Sasuke asked, feigning nonchalance.
Naruto threw him a scowl and huffed "Do you always have to be a bastard?" He side eyed the other before huffing again when the raven sent him a smirk.
"It's a bar down town called the Crying Shame."
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the name, the place was probably a gathering place for drunken low life scum and he was secretly glad he'd agreed to go. After all, what if something happened to his blonde and he wasn't there to stop it?
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Naruto glanced out at the crowd from his place on the stage. There wasn't much of an actual crowd—a few guys at the tables and 15 or so lined up at the bar, slumped on the stools and cradling their alcohol. None of those people mattered though, they were most likely too drunk to care; the only one who mattered sat at the table closest to the small stage with his hands wrapped tightly around a glass of Coke.
He heard his friend and bass player, Kiba, snicker. Naruto glared but Kiba simply shot him a sly look. Naruto couldn't help if he thought Sasuke was the best damned thing ever, and he certainly couldn't help how desperately he wanted the other boy to pin him to the nearest surface and shove his tongue so far down Naruto's throat he could lick the blonde's tonsils.
The band consisted of four guys, Naruto on rhythm guitar, Kiba (dog face) on bass, Shikamaru the lazy ass on lead guitar, and the insomnia prone Garaa on the drums. They called themselves Revolution of the Queen. Why they picked the name was still a riddle but Naruto thought that maybe it was because they were all a little feminine in their own way and this was a way to pay tribute to that part of themselves. He honestly tried not to dwell on it too much, thinking to heavily on things just made his head hurt.
Naruto shook his head to rid himself of distracting thoughts and stepped up to the microphone and introduced them to the distracted audience. After a tepid reception Naruto stepped back and Garaa tapped his sticks together and counted the start, bringing the sticks down on is drums when he reached one.
The song was a provocative thing that Naruto had heard on the radio a handful of weeks before. The lyrics for "I Want You to Rock Me" fell easily from his lips as he looked out at the bar from underneath hooded eyelids.
He scanned the audience, flashing smiles and grins at the men who had turned away from their drinks to spare the band a look.
"I want you to rock me, roll me, you won't get lonely. Come on and rock me, roll me, you oughta get to know me," the blonde rolled his head back, showing his neck unknowingly to a few pairs of hungry, desperate eyes.
His body rolled and danced as much as he could in time to the music as he played and the lyrics continued to flow from his lips with practiced familiarity, completely unaware of the looks he was getting from the bar patrons.
Naruto stared straight into Sasuke's eyes, feeling slightly nauseous, he couldn't believe he was about to do what he was going to do. No, he had to. After all, stage one of his 'get-Sasuke-to-love-him-forever' plan called for it, it was a necessity to show Sasuke how attractive he could be. He steeled himself and winked at the dark haired boy. Sasuke's head tilted to the side and Naruto knew he'd caught the other's attention. He licked his lips briefly and continued to stare at the raven for the rest of the night. Sasuke met his gaze the entire time.
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Sasuke watched the blonde on staged with a predator's gaze. The blonde wanted him to rock him did he? Oh he would, he would do that and so much more now that he knew the blonde wanted it too.
He sauntered to the steps from the stage that the blonde was descending from, guitar case in hand, with a smirk on his lips. Before he could even bat an eyelash at the blonde, however, he was interrupted by the drunk who'd sat at the table right behind him.
"Hey darlin'," the drunk slurred as he reached out a clumsy hand to stroke Naruto's cheek, he missed.
Naruto shifted back slightly and Sasuke easily slid around the man to place himself in front of the blonde.
"Hey man, quit bein' a little cock block and move, me and princess were discussing whose bed we'd be spending' the night in," the man said, as he once again tried to reach the blonde.
"You should back up, right now," Sasuke growled, voice hard when Naruto once more flinched away from the stranger.
"Listen, punk, I said move!"
Sasuke leaned back to avoid the punch the guy threw his way and snarled when Naruto's breath hitched. He could feel the blonde cringe but he wasn't going to back down from this fight. It was on.
The drunk straightened up and took another swing at Sasuke, who dodged once more. The raven smirked and spun, bringing his leg up high, and snapped the heel of his foot into the man's nose.
The man fell back into a nearby table and stayed collapsed were he was. Sasuke felt like he was radiating his satisfaction at proving that he was capable of protect Naruto.
He turned to the blonde who had a slight red tint to his cheeks "Th-thank you, Sasuke." The blonde stuttered out.
Sasuke opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly cut off when a pair of lips pecked his in a gentle kiss before the blonde ran out of the bar, probably to go hide in his truck. The raven stood there, frozen, a moment more. A soft smile tugged on the corners of his lips and he touched them gently with two fingers, shocked at the blonde's movement. He shook away the daze and followed the blonde out to the truck, wondering if he could get another kiss from the blonde before the night was over.
Even if he didn't that was alright with him. It had been a good night.