Sasuke leaned back against his front door and slipped his arm around Naruto's waist to pull his boyfriend closer, mouth moving gently against the blonde's. His boyfriend. The thought still made the stoic Uchiha squirm with pleasure on the inside.
After Naruto had kissed him on the cheek almost four weeks ago, Sasuke had decided that he needed to man-up and make the blonde his in an official capacity before someone else realized what a catch the orange loving idiot really was and snatched him away.
Sasuke could hear the door behind him creak slightly, a tell-tale sign that one of his family was leaning against it on the other side; possibly watching out the peep-hole. Sasuke had five bucks on it being Itachi and twenty-five on it being his mother. Then Naruto nipped softly at his lips and Sasuke decided he didn't care who was watching at the moment.
Slowly Sasuke pulled away to let the smaller boy breath and began to nibble playfully on his ear. Naruto giggle and wriggled against him, trying to bury the tickled ear into his shoulder and away from Sasuke's wandering mouth. The door opened and Sasuke almost fell back into the house but managed to regain his balance before he could tilt too far back. Instead he leaned into Naruto, seconds away from continuing where he'd left off, but the person on the other side let out an aggravated cough before he could. Sasuke twitched irritated but pulled away from the blonde to give the other person his attention.
It was his father but he could see his mother and brother just behind the stern man, looking put out to have their voyeuristic fun ruined. Sasuke felt a part of him die inside, his family was made up of two perverts, a humorless and impatient father, and himself—and here he had to admit his own personal flaw but he'd been working on his temper, so—he was sure that if not for the fact that they were the main Uchiha branch, they'd have been voted off the Uchiha Island collectively.
Sasuke kissed the blonde's cheek once more and gently pushed him down the steps toward his truck with a low "I'll call you tomorrow," as a goodbye.
The blonde nodded with a bright smile and bounded happily toward the truck, causing Sasuke to smile softly and watch him go.
The Uchiha waited until the blonde disappeared from the drive way before he turned to look at his father, who was still standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
"How far, exactly, have you gone with that boy Sasuke?"
Sasuke felt his face heat up and he stared at his mom, pleading for her help, she gave him a shrug, she wanted to know as well, and went back to staring at him.
"We've just kissed, that's it." It was extremely hard not to stutter and he was thankful for years of Uchiha training for keeping him from stuttering or cowering in the face of this line of questioning—or doing something equally damaging to his pride as a Uchiha….like crying and running away.
The eldest Uchiha stared down at him with unreadable eyes, searching his youngest son for the truth, he finally relented with a gruff "Make sure he's clean before going any further."
Sasuke had to stand and think for a moment at his father's words before he turned red, he thought Naruto might have an STD!
"That's," he searched for the right thing to say, "None of your business." And he didn't like what his father was insinuating either; if Naruto did have some sort of disease or problem that, was between he and Naruto; not between he, Nartuo, and the rest of his damned family.
He pushed politely past his family and stomped up the stairs, angry that his father had implied that Naruto was somehow dirty for having possibly had sex. Sasuke didn't care if Naruto had fucked everyone in town, he was Sasuke's boyfriend now and he'd punch anyone who badmouthed Naruto in the face.
He didn't relax until he shut himself away in his room. He flopped down on his bed and curled up on top of the sheets as a content smile made its way across his lips as he thought of the way Naruto felt against him. Life was good.