...Hello. It's been a while, I know. And I'm sure some people are floored by the fact that I updated this after so long. But, like I promised a lot of people that messaged me, I will finish this story. I'm honestly not sure how many chapters this story has left. I have an idea of where it's going, but I don't want to put a time limit on it either. I will be writing FT still, but I just wanted to get this going while I had the inspiration. So please, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Based on the end of Naruto, I obviously don't own it.

Warning: Lemony citrus, as my apology for taking so long.

Chapter Six: Testing the Waters

Friday finished with no further problems (except Ino trying to shove ice cream in my face). I didn't see Sakura for the rest of the night, but from what Ino heard, her mystery date went very well. They wouldn't tell me who it was, despite my constant texting all night. I think at one point, they shut off their notifications, because there was no way Sakura could ignore my questions about her forehead without threatening to kill me. Feeling satisfied with myself despite the lack of response, I went to bed with a light heart.

That good feeling was destroyed when I woke up Saturday morning in a hot sweat. Half of me was in a panic, while the other half was...well...aroused. It wasn't every day you had a wet dream about your best friend! My chest heaved as I stared down at my boxers, quite evident my thoughts had the desired effect. When I first started to get sexual urges, wet dreams were a common thing. I had always accepted it, because what the hell else was I going to do? I was a 'growing man' as my dad put it with a laugh, so it was pretty normal. After I tried out sex, my dreams sort of went away. Maybe it was because sex didn't live up to the hype, or maybe my sexual needs were curbed for the moment. Either way, my wet dreams had disappeared and I didn't really think about them.

So why the hell was I having them again? I pressed my hand against my boxers, wincing at the wetness that dampened the fabric. My cheeks darken over my scowl. Even before I had sex, my wet dreams had never gotten this intense. Then again, this was the first one I had about Sasuke. Did the person I was thinking of really make that much of a difference? From the mess in my boxers, I had my answer. I rushed to the bathroom to take care of the mess, hoping it wasn't a bad omen for tonight.

Sasuke had messaged me later, saying he would be at my house at seven to pick me up. As soon as I read that, my eyes continued to drift to the clock throughout the day. It wasn't like I was nervous! Naruto Uzumaki never get nervous, especially over a guy like Sauske. But I did spend most of the day finding things to do to occupy my attention. I went out for a run with Kiba, accompanied Ino and Sakura shopping, and attempted to help my dad fix the leaking sink in the kitchen. The trickle turned into gushes when I glanced at the clock while tightening a bolt, accidentally breaking it when realizing it was already six thirty. Mom walked in as I ran out of the kitchen, leaving my dad to deal with the geyser coming from the sink. I closed my door to my mother's screaming, focusing on my task of getting ready.

I tried not to think into how much effort I was putting into my appearance. Even if it was for a jerk, I wanted to show Sasuke what a good-looking guy he had snagged. Everyone was always gushing about him; it was about time I got some of the spotlight! I picked out my best outfit, combed my hair (not that it made much of a difference after three minutes) and even brushed my teeth. Twice. I was shamelessly checking myself out in the mirror when I heard my doorbell going off. I looked up at the clock once more, realizing that it had just turned seven. Of course he was exactly on time. Despite my annoyance at his perfect timing, my excitement quickly erased that feeling. I swore at myself for the smile that tugged at my mouth. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I a blushing school girl, or a man? I smacked myself in the chest hard, reminding myself that one dinner did not reduce me to a puddle of girlish hormones.

Once assured of my testosterone, I jogged down the stairs to meet my dat-…best friend. Though we had explored more with each other, it still felt sorta weird to call him something else. Jumping over the last three steps, I stuck the landing and mentally patted myself on the back for the impressive feat. I looked up to Sasuke, who was chatting idly with my parents.

"I saw you got another scholarship in the paper; you've always been a smart boy," My mother complimented, Sasuke politely nodding. It wasn't like this was new; my parents always gushed over Sasuke when he came by. I felt myself scowl when my father patted Sasuke's shoulder warmly.

"You must have quite a few colleges looking at you. Any catch your interest?"

"I'm still keeping my options open," Sasuke replied, not pulling away from my father. Sasuke hated to be touched by almost anyone, yet he never complained when it came to my parents.

"No matter your choice, I'm sure you'll do just fine. You are the Valedictorian, after all. Nothing to worry about when it comes to you." How come my mother never talked to me that way? Whenever I came home, all that came out were questions about why my room was messy or how long I planned to avoid my homework. As far back as I could remember, my parents had always praised Sasuke. If we had him over for dinner, they were amazed at his achievements and made sure to let him know. Sasuke got along quite well with them, too. They were some of the only people he was willing to hold a conversation with. He was always polite, something they constantly reminded me of.

Sometimes, I wondered if they would have rather had him as their child.

"Do you guys have to praise Sasuke every time he comes over? He gets enough of that at school," I grumbled, his head turning at my voice. He sent me an arched eyebrow at my comment, and I puffed my cheeks in annoyance before glaring at the wall.

"You're quite dressed up." My father's observation made my shoulders tense, anger quickly giving way to embarrassment.

"W-what do you mean?! I always look this good!" My mother shook her head when I proudly puffed my chest, waving her hand toward me.

"I swear, you get your conceited nature from your father."

"I seem to remember a certain someone always praising herself in high school. Claiming she was the best, and saying she could beat up any guy that dared to lay a hand on her." Mom's cheeks matched her hair at dad's teasing reply.

"That's not true, Minato! Stop spreading rumors." Dad laughed and pulled mom into his arms, ignoring her light hits on his chest to kiss her temple.

"Yes, dear. But we shouldn't keep these two for much longer, Sasuke said something about dinner reservations."

"Sometimes I forgot how responsible you can be, Sasuke." I rolled my eyes at the statement, yanking on Sasuke's sleeve as I pulled him toward the door. "Naruto?"

"We're going to be late; I'll be back later. Don't wait up." I didn't wait for my parent's response, shutting the door behind us quickly. Storming to Sasuke's car, I didn't bother talking to the silent man while slamming the passenger door closed behind me. I stared at the dashboard in front of me when Sasuke closed his own door, eyes narrowed in irritation. My fists were balled up on my thighs, scowl deepening.

"Is there a reason you felt the need to yank me out of your house?" I didn't want to answer, but when I didn't hear the car start, I knew he wasn't going to move until I said something.

"It's nothing. I just didn't want to be late."

"You don't even know when I made the reservations for," he countered, making me roll my eyes.

"Did you account for my parents fawning over you when making our dinner reservations?" The jealousy that circled my voice was obvious, but I didn't care. Let Sasuke know I was envious. What difference did it make at this point?

"Your parents were being polite; something you didn't seem to get from either of them."

"They do it every time you come over!" I turned to him quickly, throwing my hands in the air. "It's like you never do anything wrong to them! You're smart, and polite, and responsible. Nothing like their kid. It's pretty obvious that they'd rather have you as a son instead of me, which makes no sense because I'm pretty awesome and about a hundred times hotter than you."

"You think your parents aren't happy they have you?" He said it like it was the most ludicrous thing I'd ever said, dampening some of my anger. "Though I'll never understand why, I've never met parents who were more supportive and proud of their child's accomplishments."

"What are you talking about? They make it obvious how much they'd like me to be more like you," I mumbled, Sasuke glaring at my question.

"Your parents are at every event, even when you don't ask them to go. At soccer games, I hear your mother screaming louder than anyone else when you score. Your house is littered with your pictures and awards, no matter what they were. She still has our ribbon from that science experiment we did in eighth grade hanging proudly in your living room."

"Well, it was a pretty awesome volcano," I said, Sasuke smacking me. Getting the hint, I didn't intterupt him when he continued.

"Your father asks me about your schoolwork each time he sees me, because he likes to hear how you're doing without your complaining about him butting in. Even after working every day, your mother makes sure you have a home cooked meal to come home to. No matter the situation, your parents are always there for you with open arms and hearts. They don't judge you; they believe you can do anything you put your mind to. Whatever you become in life, they'll be happy. If anyone should be jealous in this situation, I-"

He stopped then, seeming to realize what he was about to admit. Even though he didn't say it, the rest of the sentence was pretty clear to me. Sasuke's parents never bothered to come to any of his events. They were both very busy with their jobs, and Sasuke had always said that he knew they loved them. But when was the last time he felt that? It had been years since I had seen either of his parents at our soccer games. I knew that my father kept an open communication with his, as I had heard them on the phone occasionally. Though Sasuke got many more awards than I did, I never saw his mother or father at the ceremonies. And from the way he emphasized my mother's cooking, I knew the only times he had family dinners were with my family.

Hell, he probably talked to mom and dad so much because he was lonely. His house was always deserted, except when Sasuke was there. In contrast, my house was rarely empty. Whether my mom was cooking or my dad was reading in the living room, it was rare for me to go home without one of them asking about my day. When was the last time Sasuke got that? Probably only at my house. I wondered for a moment if maybe my parent's compliments and praise was their way of trying to support Sasuke. Did they realize how lonely he was, too?

I mentally swore when I realized how fortunate I was to have them in my life.

"I...uh...sorry."

"For what?" He asked, turning his car on before I answered. I opened my mouth to explain, but paused. The last thing Sasuke probably wanted to talk about was his parents.

"Nothing. So where the hell are you taking me anyways?" He pulled out of my driveway, and I caught a glimpse of his smirk from the streetlight.

"You'll see."

When a restaurant's name is Italian, you know it's expensive. I gawked at Sasuke's choice, my mouth dropping even more when I realized the place had valet parking. As in, people got paid to simply park your car! Sauske didn't seem bothered by this, easily handing over his keys to the man in front of him. I almost forgot to get out of the car, but a smirk from Sasuke instantly had me stumbling out. I tried not to let him see any more of my shock, but I instantly felt out of place. Why the hell would he bring me here?!

Was it because he wanted to prove how serious he was about us? I glanced over to Sasuke, who was talking to the greeter casually about his reservation. Sasuke wasn't someone who would waste his money like this, unless he deemed it worthy. I felt myself flush when I glanced down at my feet, unsure how that made me feel. A part of me was nervous; I still wasn't sure how I felt about a real relationship with a man. Girls weren't exactly the first thing on my mind, but I did consider myself straight. Well, I did, until a few weeks ago. Now, I wasn't sure what I was. And the unknown was the part that worried me.

But I couldn't deny part of me felt kind of happy to see Sasuke pulling out all the stops. It felt nice to see this side of him. When we were younger, the nice parts of him were much easier to find. We didn't have to bicker and be better than each other. We used to enjoy our time together. Then high school made everything get weird. Taking me here didn't feel like a power play; he hadn't rubbed it in my face. It seemed more like Sasuke wanted to show me how serious he was about us.

Which begged the question; how serious did I want to be?

"Pizza would have been fine, you know." Not like I was going to let him know I was thinking about that. Sasuke rolled is eyes as we were seated, waiting until the waiter left before he replied.

"If you wanted that, you should have went out with Kiba." I scrunched my nose at the thought, then shook my head.

"Ew, don't say gross stuff like that." The look he gave me made it quite obvious he didn't see the problem, so I let out a long sigh. "Kiba's like a brother to me. I mean, I've given him pointers on how to get Hinata."

"We've talked about sex before," replied, making me scoff.

"Barely. We had one conversation about my sex life, and that was it."

"You didn't seem too interested."

"Because I wasn't, remember?" I paused the conversation when the waiter came back, both of us giving our drink orders. Once I was sure nobody was listening, I continued. "Why, did you want to hear details or something?"

"Not particularly." He lifted the menu to look it over, trying to put a quick end to the conversation. I felt myself grin, leaning over the table to tap his menu.

"Why? Getting jealous?" He didn't look up, but I saw his fingers tense on the menu.

"Of what?"

"Me being with someone else sexually," I extended the last word for effect, hoping to get a jealous glare from him. Instead, Sasuke lifted his menu and smacked my forehead with it.

"Figure out what you want to eat before you try to bait me into a pointless conversation."

"Whatever." When the waiter came back, we both placed our orders with ease. I'm sure Sasuke was surprised that I knew what I was ordering, since the menu wasn't catered to my normal diet of ramen and fast food. I owed all of the credit to the food network, which I binge watched on nights I couldn't get to sleep. After seeing enough "Chopped", I knew a few things about food. After the food was taken care of, most of our conversation stayed safe. We bounced between school and soccer, and I was surprised that our bickering wasn't a problem. Though the occasional insult was introduced into the conversation, we didn't argue. It was a little weird to get used to, but I managed.

"Have you been studying for our finals?" I groaned at the mention of the tests, shaking my head.

"Do we really have to talk about those? I'd rather focus on the vacation coming up." I snapped my fingers when I reminded myself of something, pointing to my dinner companion. "That reminds me; are your parents going to be home for Thanksgiving?"

"As far as I know, they won't be back until next Saturday."

"Do you want to come to my house for dinner then? My dad told me to invite you earlier, but I totally forgot until just now." He blinked at the invitation, though he shouldn't have been too surprised. He'd spent a couple of holidays with my parents, depending on if his parents were going to be home. They normally gave my parents some notice, so they were aware of the extra mouth to feed.

"Our first date, and you're already introducing me to your parents?" My eyes widened at his teasing smirk, embarrassment filling my face. He was just trying to throw me off guard, and I hated to admit how easily he succeeded.

"Do-Don't call it that," I said quickly, making Sasuke scowl.

"Why?"

"I-It's just weird, thinking of this like that..." I trailed off as I glanced away from him, not wanting to see his response. "I mean, you're my best friend-"

"So what?" I tensed when a hand grabbed my wrist, his thumb accidentally brushing over the pulse there. The touch sent hot shocks through my body, instantly affecting the warmth in my stomach. My first instinct was to pull away, but Sasuke refused to let me go. I glanced up to his serious look, eyes unforgiving to my red cheeks. Our eyes stayed locked when his thumb caressed my pulse softly, the sensitive skin making me shiver. "Do you respond to every best friend's touch this way?"

"Of course not," I snapped out, Sasule's eyes narrowing.

"Then you need to stop looking at me as just your best friend. It's childish, and I won't tolerate it." I bit my lower lip at his reply, unsure how to respond. This was all so new to me. Maybe Sasuke had thought of this stuff before, but I hadn't. I swallowed slowly as he dropped my wrist, which confused me until I saw a plate of food being placed in front of him. I said my thanks to the waiter when he gave me my own plate, unsure of where to start. Before I could even cut into my chicken, I heard Sasuke's voice. "I'd like you to sleep over tonight."

"H-Huh?" I nearly dropped my silverware at his request, Sasuke remaining calm as he twirled his pasta onto his fork.

"It's not a hard request. A yes or no would suffice." He glanced up at me as he slid the food to his mouth, my eyes flickering down toward the motion. Watching the fork slowly slide between his lips made me shudder, remembering that once that mouth had been wrapped around something else. If I went to his house tonight, would something happen again? Would I even want something to happen? From the way my dick twitched under the table, I was pretty sure I already knew my answer.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded at my confirmation, then focused on his plate of food. I quickly dropped my own gaze. If I continued to watch him eat, I wasn't sure I'd be able to calm my hyper-sensitive body. I didn't want to admit my current state of distress was because of him. I wanted to blame it on the pretty girls a few tables over, or the waitress that continued to pass in the black skirt that was a little too short. But I knew, while I scarfed down the food in front of me, the truth.

I was excited for tonight.

"You seriously need to learn self-control." I shrugged as Sasuke opened the door to his house, my shoes being deposited next to the doorway before I shrugged off my button up shirt.

"You put cake in front of me, and I'm going to eat it. That was your fault."

"Just because you ate your piece first, doesn't mean you get to eat mine too." I ignored his complaint as I glanced around the house, which was dark. It was pretty apparent his parents were out, but I would have been more surprised if they were home.

"Where are they this time?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder to him. He was hanging up his coat, being careful not to trip over my shoes.

"Atlanta, I believe."

"Don't you ever get lonely?" He shrugged at my question, but gave no verbal response. Instead, he focused on arranging our shoes against the wall, keeping his voice monotone.

"Take a shower."

"But I took one this morning!" I argued, Sasuke rising from his crouched position to face me.

"Your father told me about your attempt to fix the sink." Oh, right. I thought back to the excursion, remembering how long I spent under the sink. Though I had changed my clothes, I was sure that some of the grime from the pipes was still on my skin.

"Right," I mumbled, moving toward the bathroom in a hurry. Though part of me wanted to continue to argue with him, some space between us was probably best. Things in the car and the dinner table had gotten a little stressful, and I was sure that Sasuke needed some alone time to digest it. It also gave me some time to think about the past few days. I flicked the light on in the hallway, grinning when seeing the familiar bathroom. So I did still know my way around here. My hand went to my shoulder, remembering the last time I had come to Sasuke's house.

"Stupid corner." I started to move toward the shower when a photo caught my eye on the wall. Stopping, I stared at the picture of Sasuke and his family. His mother was beautiful and explained where Sasuke got his porcelain skin from. Ha, knew he was more feminine than me! I glanced to his father, a man who definitely helped shaped Sasuke's personality. He was much less emotional than my parents, but with the dog-eat-dog job he had, it was understandable. Still, the lack of affection in the picture showed how little outward emotion the man showed his family. Sasuke was still very young in this picture, only reaching his father's chest. Now, he was only an inch shorter than the older man. Despite the height transformation, Sasuke's face didn't change. The difference that stuck out for me was the smile he sported in the picture. When was the last time I had seen Sasuke smile like that?

My eyes drifted to the last member of the Uchiha family. Itachi was always a good looking guy, though in a much different way than Sasuke. While Sasuke's skin looked soft and feminine, Itachi took more of his father's skin tone. He also seemed more relaxed than his younger brother, despite the amount of stress he had during his high school years. Itachi was a genius in his own right, and nobody thought twice about him becoming a man to be reckoned with. I used to get a long well with Itachi on the few instances he was around, but nothing close to friendship. So why did he want to talk to me now? I thought it over as I entered the shower, the question bothering me the more I turned it over. While we didn't have many shared encounters, I knew a good amount about Itachi. One thing that always stuck out to me was that he never did something without a logical reason. He wasn't calling me over to simply talk about the weather.

My first thought was Sasuke. Maybe he just wanted to know how his little brother was doing. Itachi had always had a soft spot for Sasuke, despite the younger's brother adamant denial about that. He probably knew from Kakashi that Sasuke and I were still close, and it would be easier to get information from me than his brother. I had no problem exchanging some information, but I wasn't going to spill every one of Sasuke's secrets. I was his best friend, which meant my first concern was him. I paused at my own train of thought, surprised by how defensive I had become over Sasuke. The guy was strong and could probably take care of himself better than most. Sometimes, when I let him, he could even be stronger than me.

And yet still, I felt a desire to keep him safe. So I decided, no matter what the conversation was about, I would tell Sasuke right after.

"Oh, shit." So concerned about Itachi and Sasuke, I forgot one important thing. Clothes. I didn't bring any clothes to change into. I glanced to the ones on the bathroom floor, which were now soaking up the water that escaped from the shower. Well, those were about as useful as Kiba on a math test. Muttering about dog boy's lack of intelligence, I wrapped the blue towel around my hips and moved down the hallway. Alright, new plan; raid Sauske's closet. Even though I despised most of his outfit choices (no bright colors, I swear!), I was positive he'd have some sleepwear I'd be able to stomach. I found his room easily, pushing the ajar door with my shoulder. "Hey Sasu-"

"Hm?" Skin. My breath caught in my throat at the expanse of skin presented to me. It was rare to see Sasuke unless he was fully clothed. He hadn't always been like that; he just got weird during high school. Even when he slept, he normally kept a shirt on. But here, in this moment, Sasuke stood in front of me with nothing but boxers on. And for the life of me, I couldn't understand why he tried to hide himself under clothing. He was in great shape, and his body was sculpted in ways that almost made me envious. I felt myself glancing along his stomach, idly wondering what the pale skin felt like. His stomach had barely any hair, except for the slight happy trail that disappeared under his boxers..."Naruto."

"Huh?" I glanced up at him, but didn't catch his gaze. He was glancing out the window, arms now crossed over his chest.

"Why are you in my room, naked?" Oh, yeah. I looked down at my body, making sure that the towel was still in place. It had sagged a bit on my hips, but nothing indecent was showing.

"It's not like I meant to forget clothes; I didn't really think about sleeping over until you said something at dinner. So I'm going to need to borrow some pants." He scowled, but still didn't look back at me. His strange behavior made me arch my eyebrow. Since when did Sasuke refuse eye contact during a conversation? If anything, I was normally the one who didn't like to look at him!

"You don't have boxers," he said, making me scoff.

"No shit. I'm going to go commando, obviously." It was that moment that an interesting thing happened. Maybe if I hadn't been looking at him so intently, I might have missed it. Sasuke hesitated in his speech, as if what I had said caught him off guard. Pairing that hiccup with the straightening of his body, and the light dusting of color on his cheeks, I felt my eyes widen. Wait a minute. This had a very similar feeling to the interaction I had with him in the locker room. I was also shirtless during that conversation. And maybe the reason why he didn't like to shower around the soccer team wasn't because he was disgusted by us, but...

Maybe he was turned on? There wasn't much to go on, because Sasuke never liked to show much emotion. But somehow, by watching his minuet reaction moments earlier, I felt my own heartbeat pick up. The towel around my hips was starting to feel a little too tight, and the soft fabric rubbed slightly against the hardening skin beneath it. Was realizing that Sasuke was aroused making me hard? I tried not to think about it when I slowly stepped toward him, Sasuke quick to react.

"I'll get you pants, so get out." Really, I knew more about Sasuke than I should have. Because anyone else would have heard the statement and thought nothing about it. But me, being as perceptive as I was when it came to anything emo and Uchiha, could hear a different tone to his voice. It wasn't friendly, but it certainly wasn't as irritated as he wanted to pretend.

"Why can't I just grab them? That way I change in here. I mean, we have the same parts and all, right?" And there was also something different about my voice, as well. I couldn't really place my finger on it, but I knew that it sounded off. When I within two steps of him, Sasuke finally turned his hard glare at me.

"You're being annoying." Though he was trying to take control of the situation with intimidation, I could see right through him. My eyes glanced back down to his lips, which had caught my attention earlier. I tried to think about the few instances I had let him kiss me. Though I had been a willing participant, Sasuke always seemed to be the one to initiate our contact. For a moment, I thought about the couple girls I had kissed. In those instances, I had never let them take control. Maybe it was because I was the guy, or because I was eager to see what they tasted like. Would it be bad, kissing Sasuke like that? The first thought that came to my head was 'weird', but it didn't quell my curiosity. Weird didn't necessarily mean bad. It just meant different. And things with Sasuke were certainly different now.

"Hey, Sasuke?" I got closer to him, feeling my curiosity grow with each passing second. Our eyes met again, and I noticed his breathing was heavy enough to be noticeable.

"What?" He snapped out, making me smirk. Without a second thought, I pushed forward, catching Sasuke off-guard. He hissed when he stumbled back into the dresser behind him, his hands catching the edges of the drawers to steady himself. He whipped his head up to insult me, but I decided his mouth could be used for something else. I grasped his chin with my hand, yanking him into a kiss. The moment our lips touched, I felt a mini shock spread through my body. It was possessive, encouraging me to deepen the kiss while pressing Sasuke back further into the wooden wardrobe. His mouth didn't respond at first, though I quickly passed that off as surprise. One of my hands trailed up his tense arm while the other rested against his hip, fingertips pressed into the soft skin.

When my venturing hand reached his cheek, I felt Sasuke shudder and finally respond to my kiss. Our mouths were eager to venture deeper, parting enough for our tongues to join in. I moaned instantly at the unique taste he had, refusing to think about my actions as I moved. His legs parted as I move my hips between them, pressing our bodies firmly into each other. My mouth was jarred away from his with a soft moan, a pleasant rub against his thigh sending warmth throughout my arousal. I sought out his mouth again, but his head was tilted backwards while hit teeth clenched together. I was going to yank him back down, but the slim column of his neck caught my eye. I leaned forward, rubbing my body back into his while my tongue sliding against the quick pulse. He tensed under the touch, his hips thrusting up quickly.

My breath caught when I felt something hard pressing into my thigh. I glanced down between us, realizing that there was one big difference between making out with a woman and Sasuke. My cheeks flushed and I closed my eyes, torn between arousal and hesitancy. What we were doing at the moment felt fantastic. My teeth nipped at his neck, enjoying the harsh swallow he made afterwards. Though my brain was slightly fuzzy about the intimacy, my hands continued to venture. They slid over his chest, lingering on spots that caused his hips to rub into my hardened arousal. I groaned at the contact, pressing my forehead to his shoulder and grinding back. It felt wrong, but right at the same time. And though my head was racing, my body seemed to know what it wanted.

Trying to push past my own hesitancy, I let my hand linger closer to the hem of his boxers. The fingertips dipped under the elastic, but when I felt a groan vibrate against my chest, I quickly pulled away. I shook my head, trying to shake the nerves that now pooled in my stomach. How much different could it be from masturbating? It was the same parts, right? Despite my mental pep talk, my hand was struggling to return to the unknown territory.

"You idiot." I yelped when I was shoved back, Sasuke's hands firm on my shoulders. We moved across the room quickly, until my knees bumped into his bed. I fell back against the soft comforter, Sasuke quick to follow. I tried to think of something to say, but Sasuke covered my mouth with his. The position left my legs cradling his hips, and it was then I realized that my towel had been lost in the scuffle. Though I teased him earlier, being naked in front of Sasuke left me a little embarrassed. We hadn't really been like this since we were kids! A lot of stuff had, well, changed since he had seen it last. I grasped onto his cheeks to keep him from pulling away, trying to take control of the kiss again. Lazily I swiped my tongue against his lower lip, baiting his tongue to come out and play again.

My attention was drawn to Sasuke's hand, while trailed from my shoulder down my arm. His fingertips made me shiver, but I was a little confused when his hand grasped mine. It was then he pulled away from the kiss, our breathing mixed in heavy pants.

"Pay close attention." His voice was different than normal, but I didn't have time to dissect it when he moved our hands down between us. My whole world was rocked when Sasuke yanked his boxers to his thighs, grasping both of our hardened lengths in our conjoined hands. I quickly pressed my free fist to my mouth, biting down hard enough to muffle my moan of pleasure. Sasuke's free hand was resting next to my head, his body caging my trembling torso underneath him. Our foreheads pressed together, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the slow rhythm of our hands. I could feel Sasuke beneath my fingertips, yet sharing the experience with him this way made some of the awkwardness go away. Hearing his hitched breathing and feeling his body shudder in my hands was empowering. Without reason, a heart-stopping question came bouncing into my head.

How did Sasuke know how to do this? I closed my eyes at the intense feeling of Sasuke's fingertips teasing my head, yet the question hit me again. Though I was certain now he had never been with a woman, I couldn't help but feel that this wasn't something that came naturally. Had Sasuke been with a guy before? I didn't want to think about it; I wanted to keep enjoying the hot touches he was giving me. The strange feelings from before were gone, and I was starting to move my own hand without his guidance. I peeked my eyes open to watch my work, Sasuke's hips quivering with each thrust of my hand. He dipped down to knock my fist away from my mouth with his cheek, kissing me as he increased his pace. My startled moan echoed in his mouth, which he accepted greedily before kissing me deeper.

If this was his first time, shouldn't he feel more awkward? Yet here he was, skillfully making my body fall apart at the seams. Though his body was seeming to enjoy my ministrations as well, I hadn't heard much noise between our kisses. If he had learned this from someone else, it would probably someone he wouldn't try to associate with anymore. Well, that didn't narrow my search down. My brain was wracking through Sasuke and people he seemed awkward around, which was hard to do when Sasuke decided to suck on my neck. I arched my back and moaned, feeling his smirk against my skin.

And then, suddenly, like a lightbulb, Kakasha's face popped into my head. At first I wanted to laugh, because the thought was silly. That was his godfather; and was way older than us. And yet, the warnings that Sasuke gave me about him as well as his hostile nature with Kakashi started to make more sense. My eyes shot open at the revelation, then narrowed at the ceiling. I was sure it was anger, not jealousy, that made me shove Sasuke off of me.

"You bastard!" My loud shout caught Sasuke off guard, the older teen sitting back on his knees with a scowl.

"What's your problem, now?" If I wasn't so pissed, I might have laughed at the scene in front of me. Sasuke, with disheveled hair and boxers wrapped around his thighs, was staring at my with both anger and confusion. His erection was quite prominent, though I was sure mine wasn't much better while I sat up and pointed at him.

"How the hell did you get so good at this?"

"...Excuse me?"

"You heard me! There's no way that you learned to fuck like this from 'natural talent'." He blinked at my shout, but I wasn't even close to being done. "And that technique earlier; you learned that from someone. Some guy that had more experience than you, right? I bet he used that on you when you were just a virgin!"

"And what guy would I learn that from?" He was keeping his cool, but I didn't expect him to break down and admit the truth so easily. I winced when my dick started to hurt from the build up, but I tried to ignore it while I crossed my arms.

"Kakashi." I muttered the name so quietly, I wasn't sure he even heard me. He didn't respond, which made my stomach drop out. My eyes lowered to the bed as the truth swelled in my chest. Did he really share something like this with that guy? And why wouldn't he have told me earlier? Feeling a surge of emotions, I shook my head and hit the bed. "I shouldn't even care if you fucked that weird-"

I yelped when Sasuke smacked the side of my head, making me look up at him in surprise. In a second I was back on the bed, Sasuke leaning over me again.

"I've never done anything with anyone else." The statement made me happy, but I hesitated to believe him.

"But, you're always saying that Kakashi is dangerous and you act so hostile toward him."

"Kakashi has a knack for messing with things in my life. He claims it's for my own good, though I have my severe doubts. He's the one who took Itachi away; I wasn't taking any chances with you." I opened my mouth to argue another point, but Sasuke didn't seem to care. "I've walked in on Kakashi enough to know he's very invested in women. In several positions."

"Oh." Sasuke sighed as he dropped his head down, as if the conversation had worn him out. I awkwardly ruffled my hair as I glanced away, unsure how to get past this weird silence. I hadn't meant to ruin the moment; my head and insecurity just got the best of me. Maybe this is why it was better that I didn't think?

"Is it different?" I titled my head back to look at him, his mouth skimming the side of my neck. "You never questioned the women you delt with, and their skill levels. So having sexual encounters with a man...is it different?"

"U-Uh...yeah, I guess," I mumbled, leaning so he could access more of my skin. Despite my earlier thoughts, feeling Sasuke's body against mine felt good, and I felt my previous arousal starting to come back when he bit my skin.

"Is it bad?" I gasped when his whispered question tickled the skin he had been previously kissing, making me twitch.

"No, it's good, just...I mean, I'm not really sure I'm ready to fuck! But...but this stuff we're doing is good."

"Does that mean you want me to continue? Since my natural talent is so good," he teased, making me groan. He was never going to let me live that down.

"Just shut up," I grumbled, slinking my hand down his body to grasp him again. He instantly rolled his hips into my hand, and the movement made me grin. Sasuke wasn't as vocal as me, but he enjoyed my touches. I tried to remember how he had placed my hand, skipping the slow pace we had started with. His hand returned to me, and I relaxed into the strong strokes he gave me. Our pace was fast, bodies eager to finish what they had been denied for a while now. I pressed my forehead against his head, my moans pressing against his ear. I felt his body tense at the noise, a hard pulse coming from his length. So Sasuke enjoyed hearing me? I felt myself grin wickedly at the information, pressing my lips to his ear and letting out a breathy moan. My pride took a small hit from being so vocal, but inflated again when his response was a sharp exhale of breath.

Continuing to stroke him, I left my mouth tease his ear with soft groans. My hips ground into his hand, which was bringing me to the edge of my orgasm. I tried to fight it, but I knew it wasn't going to be long when his hot lips sucked against my neck. The sharp gasps of pleasure came out without provocation, my hips desperate to meet each of his strokes. He pulled from my neck to grit his teeth, and I could feel his body winding up. Knowing he needed the tiniest of pushes, I arched into him and whispered his name.

And like that, Sasuke's entire body snapped. Through his clenched mouth I heard my name growled out, his cum shooting into my hand. I grimaced at the feel, but my moment of discomfort was washed away when my own orgasm built up. My eyes closed as pleasure shot into me, leaving me helpless to stop my quivering hips from fucking his hand. My toes dug into the crumbled comforter, mouth open to desperately catch my breath. My back dropped back onto the bed after a few seconds, heartbeat erratic. My eyes refused to open, to tired to fuction. I felt weight drop to the side of me, and I smirked at how sweaty the skin over my arm felt. So Sasuke did feel things. I'd have to make a note of that.

Letting out a yawn, I turned to my side and tossed my other arm around him, Sasuke instantly tensing.

"What are you-"

"Nope, we're not arguing right now," I said, pressing my chest into his back as I continued. "I am going to cuddle you, because this is what I like to do after sex."

"We didn't have sex."

"Eh, close enough to get my cuddle on."

"We're naked and sweaty." I ignored his hurried rebuttal, pressing a lazy kiss to the back of his shoulder. Though I meant for it to calm him down, it seemed to only make him tense more.

"It's okay, we'll clean up later."

"Wait..." I slowly opened my eyes when I felt him squirm, lifting my head to glance at his face. Though I was sure some of his flush was because of what we had just done, the embarrassed tint to his voice led me to believe something else was off. He was glaring at the wall in front of us, but his hands seemed unsure of where to rest.

I felt myself grin when I realized what the problem was. Sasuke had never cuddled with someone before. While he seemed quite confident in the sexual aspects, and I couldn't seem to get a head up on him, this part was all new. Natural talent could only take you so far, after all. There were some things in life you just had to experience and be awkward about. I laid back down behind him, burying my face into the back of his neck. Who knew that Sasuke could have a cute side, after all?

"It's okay," I whispered, hoping he understood I wasn't trying to patronize or make fun of him. I pulled him closer to me, smiling when his body started to relax.

"Idiot." I heard him mumble, but I didn't respond. Instead, I allowed myself to relax against the softness of his skin.

In that moment, it didn't matter if Sasuke was a girl or guy. Having him snuggled against me just felt...right.

I hope that you all enjoyed that. I finished it in two days, and honestly I'm not sure what you're going to think. Hopefully you guys still enjoy my writing. So, what will Naruto discover when talking to Itachi? Will he tell Sasuke?