Suffice it to say that when my alarm clock rang, I looked at it and fainted dead away again. Ah, the vanishing strength and tenacity of youth… What a bummer.

Imagine how miffed I was when I clicked on a song only to have the Images start up again. Darnit, it's like I'm hot-wired to insert these characters into every waking moment of my day.

Ah, who am I fooling? Who wouldn't want to write about Singer!Gaara and Horny!Naruto? This is inspired by the Glee version of Dream On, originally by Aerosmith.

Disclaimer: Naruto and his pals (and sleeping buddies) are Not Mine...wow, that's kinda painful to admit, huh?

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-*Dream On*-

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The sun had set hours ago, but here in the park, it was as bright as day. Red, purple and green swept over the faces of the crowd, giving their expressions an otherworldly edge. The bass pumped through the huge speakers on either side of the stage, the continuous, incessant beat drumming up through feet and legs and heart. There was screaming and yelling, and professions of undying love interspersed with waving hands and cellphones. It was loud.

There was so many of them. Naruto glared at the sheer amount of people. He had been held up at the office, was still actually wearing his tie neatly clipped to his white button-down office shirt and looking like he should be nowhere near a rock concert where the theme was black and metal and body piercings. It was just as well he had left his jacket and bag in the car. He was unforgivably late, and now there was a veritable sea between him and the stage, the far-away figures unrecognizable from this distance. He hadn't realized that this band had become so popular, but then again, he should have gotten the hint when the tickets had sold out a mere three days after the concert was announced.

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder and he looked around.

"Yo," said Shikamaru, the band manager's boyfriend. "You're late."

"Tell me something I don't know." He ran a hand sheepishly through his blond hair, and looked over the teeming heads again. "He's going to kill me, isn't he?"

"Totally." A second man, the one who had his hand on his shoulder, grinned around his bag of chips.

"He sent us to get you." Shikamaru drawled in a bored tone, his signature slouch evident even as he gestured at the distant, brightly lit stage. "Chouji."

The now empty chip bag was crumpled up and shot unerringly into an open trash bin before the heavily-muscled, big-boned teddy bear, also known as Chouji, stepped in front of them and started to push through the crowd. His size made it easier than it would have been if he had been alone, but not even Chouji could move faster than a crawl through this particular crowd. People were packed into every square inch, unwilling to give ground, almost maddened in their tenacity to get even closer to the raised platform. He got stepped on more than once, and more often than not, hit in the face or stomach by someone basted in exuberance and alcohol. It was enough to drive anyone claustrophobic.

Just as they got close enough that Naruto could see the individual faces of the band, the tempo of the song changed and died away until all that could be heard was a single guitar, followed by the tap-tap-tap of the metronomic cymbals. He peered at the stage near-sightedly.

There were two brunettes, one with his long-fingered hands stroking an electric guitar, while the other sat behind the drums. The guitarist, his lover's brother, moved with masterful grace, his painted face a picture of rapt concentration. He imagined that there were plenty of people who would desire those hands and the lean muscular body they belonged to, but he had no eyes for anyone except…

A throaty voice purred over the speakers, each word as clear as a bell and as hot as seduction. Red hair gleamed like the darkest of rubies under the striking white light. Slender be-ringed fingers, nails painted the customary black, wrapped sensuously around the microphone, a short length of wire wrapped between the silver bracelets already on his wrist. A cropped vest clung to the sleek body, showing off pale arms and washboard abs. A bellyring glinted in the strobe lights, a hint of sapphire and diamond that moved enticingly against petal-soft skin.

Naruto licked his lips unconsciously as his eyes trailed down the alluring figure swaying before him, its pink-tinted lips pressed nigh intimately to the latticed surface of the microphone head. A well-rounded bottom was squeezed into a pair of low-waisted dark jeans, the material clinging like leather over thighs and calves that were strong and firm and held him tightly every time they-

The blond cleared his throat as he tried to disperse the images worming their way into his suddenly aroused brain. This was not the time or the place.

So what?

As he if had heard the silent question, the redhead looked up and their eyes locked. In the back of his mind was the thought that despite the thousands of people here, that laser-like gaze had singled him out. It was eclipsed by the fact that his boyfriend was looking at him like he was rain in a parched desert. He felt the sounds caress his skin, the provocative hum sending pleasure down his spine to pool into his stomach and lower still. He bit back a moan.

Emerald-sheened eyes dusted with black night stared into his soul, knowing exactly what was happening to him. Naruto felt his heart stop when Gaara, the wealthy and multi-talented, internationally-renowned singer of Sabaku, the wet dream of the general populace, his Gaara, winked at him, sporting a smile that angels would fall for. His sultry voice sang into the night, his body undulating like a snake against the grass. It was an enticement to step into the dark and be embraced, to stand naked under a waterfall, to strip for a stranger, to have sex over and over until your skin was as sensitive as it could get and heaven was just a little bit closer. One look was enough to make someone imagine hot breath mingling in the dawn, blankets in disarray, indecency, movement, thrusting, raw kisses, sensuality…

Kankurou was singing now, a temperate second tone against the desire resplendent in his brother's voice. The beat was in the body of the crowd now, music given life, a thousand voices singing together. The tempo built up, the guitar and the drums mingling into one sentient being of sound until the audience was caught up, Naruto with them, in a rhythm like the sea beating against the face of a cliff. Through all this, no one could drown out the pure sin that slithered over their senses, courtesy of one insatiable singer.

He hit the high note and the crowd went wild.

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A few songs later, and the concert began to wind down. The fans were still pressed up against the stage, rabid as ever, seeking one last song, one last picture, one last look at the band. Kiba had thrown his shirt to them an hour ago in an effort to stay cool in the incessant heat of the summer. Somehow, the crowd had gotten even louder.

They were shiny with sweat and panting with exertion. Kankurou was thanking everyone for attending, gracious even in exhaustion, but all Naruto could see was Gaara standing like a nonchalant statue, the microphone still held loosely in one hand.

"Naruto, come here."

The husky voice, amplified into a stern command, was like a kick in the nuts. He blinked, completely startled, and the bejeweled gaze smirked knowingly at him. He knew better than to disobey.

Disheveled and tired, he somehow forced himself to clamber onto stage, assisted by an amused Chouji, Shikamaru effortlessly blocking anyone else from approaching. Thank goodness he had never been inclined to stage fright, he thought to himself as he looked over the milling bodies and curious stares.

It happened so fast, he still wasn't sure what happened. All he remembered was the scent of nutmeg and musk mingled with a slight patina of sweat, before his crooked tie was grabbed and a pair of glossy lips crashed onto his. A teasing tongue flicked over his chin and the corners of his mouth before demanding entrance. He opened his mouth unthinkingly, blinded by a wave of bliss that tingled over every inch of his skin. Arms were wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight against the sweat-slick body, the moisture soaking into his own shirt. He found he didn't mind, his own hands finding their way onto bare, delicately-boned hips, his fingers twisting into the loops of the sinfully tight jeans. That devilish tongue brushed over his own, ravishing his mouth and blowing his mind into oblivion. He groaned softly.

"You guys just can't keep your hands off each other, huh?"

"Mind your own business." Gaara bit at his lip gently before reluctantly pulling away and glaring at his bandmates. "He's my boyfriend, I'll do what I want with him."

Naruto made a small noise of dissent at the possessive statement, but it was drowned out as the squeals caught up with his ears. Flashes of light made him look around, and the resulting sight made him realize what stage fright was all about.

"Well, that's going to make it to the tabloids in the morning." Kankurou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kiba, toweling off the back of his head before hanging it around his neck, nudged him and laughed. "Gaara, really."

The redhead had pulled his lover around, whispering seductively into his ear while he nipped and kissed his way down Naruto's neck and shoulders The blond's eyes were shuttered and unseeing, his hands on Gaara's as they smoothed over the planes of his stomach and the tops of his thighs. Naruto turned his head and they kissed again, slow and decadent, deaf to the world.

Gaara was the first to surface, smirking at the glazed look in the stunned blue eyes. "All right?"

"Mmm," was all he could say, and Gaara's satisfied smirk grew wider.

"Seriously, you guys know it's against the law to have sex in a public place right?"

"More's the pity." Gaara murmured, so low only the blond could hear. "No matter. I'll punish you at home instead."

Naruto shuddered.

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Thank goodness for Adam Lambert's Fever. It helped me with the last part. Still, my brain feels a little dead. What's wrong with me?