Orange
A/N: It's Friday and I'm back with another chapter! Enjoy!
We chose a theater two towns over. And it wasn't because we feared being seen, it's purely because the multiplex there has more options. Kiyoshi is with Sasuke who actually suggested we go for a date while he babysits Kiyoshi. Itachi's driven us here. We sit to the side once in the waiting area while I scroll through the choices of movies that are playing in the theater on my phone. Usually, we decide beforehand but today we're playing it by the ear. Itachi sits beside me and sips from his bottle of tea, staring at my screen too. He's close enough that his scent wafts and fills my senses. It's got this subtle teasing note to it that just makes me want to keep going back to it. I think he knows. I like that he knows how I like it. But the tease that he is, he's still not letting me see it, his cologne. We once had a fight about this. It was more like a tiny squabble to be honest, but I did get seriously mad at him, for a moment.
"Let's watch the yakuza movie," I point towards it.
"No. Let's watch a thriller," he says, pointing to the thriller that's playing it's last run today. I look at him for a second. Don't get me wrong. I love thrillers. But my aim of going to the theater to is get a chance to enjoy him enjoying the movie we've chosen. And I don't want to waste that precious time indulging in a movie how good it is.
"Thriller?" I bite my lip and look at him, all blue eyes. He raises his eyebrows at me. "I'm not sure about that."
"But I want to watch it! The trailer was very interesting." I must have still looked unsure when he says, "I know you'll like it too."
"Alright." I acquiesce, moving to purchase the tickets while he goes to buy popcorn. We alternate roles each movie date as an unspoken rule. It's cute.
The movie starts in fifteen minutes, so we take a couple of seats nearby to wait for the theater doors to open. "Speaking of," I start and he looks at me. "What sort of movies do you think I like?"
"Hmm," Itachi contemplates for a second. "Superhero movies? You read a lot of superhero comics."
"So you were paying attention." He scoffs while I let out a quiet chuckle.
"And I also know that it's not just for the story alone," he lets out a secretive smirk.
"How so do you mean?" I ask him, puzzled.
"Hot muscled men in tight costumes Naruto! Need I say anything more?" he asks me teasingly.
I burst out laughing loud enough for a couple to look over at us. Itachi doesn't look up. But I don't care. "Nah, I prefer my men lean," I grin at him.
He laughs, easing up a little. "Hmm, I can name a few superheroes that could suit your criteria."
"I'd love to see you in a costume. You'd be my favorite superhero."
"Am I not already?" Narcissism fills his tone when he speaks and my heart does a double take. If this is my impression on him then I love it. His tone matches mine, word-for-word.
Now who am I to refute that.
I wave a hand dismissively. "Superhero movies are okay. I can enjoy them occasionally, without ogling the men in costumes." I nod at him. "Speaking of, again, what sort of movies do you enjoy?"
He looks at his watch once before looking at me. "What sort of movies do you think I like?"
I smirk at him before I answer. "Psychological thrillers? Like this one?" I point to the tickets in my hand. "Oh and satires. Comedic satires. You love them."
Itachi laughs. "I knew you were paying attention. But do you know everything about me?" he asks more out of exasperation than out of embarrassment.
"No, but I'm learning." I stand and offer him a hand when the doors to the theater open. "C'mon," I say dryly, making him laugh. "Let's get thrilled."
Itachi bursts out laughing as he takes my hand.
That movie was fantastic. I'm actually quite literally shaken with the ending. The first scene had sucked me in and when I'd glanced at him, he looked engrossed as well. We discuss the movie when we step out and move towards the trash can. "That scene where he thrusts the knife into his best friend's heart…"
"I know right! That scene was good! The movie was amazing!" He gives me an I-told-you-so look.
"Fine! Sheesh! I knew that already." I roll my eyes at him. "Did you guess who the perpetrator was before it was revealed?" I ask him, moving towards the washrooms.
"Around mid-way, I guess. Did you?"
"Yup. But the twists were good. And the scene at the end…" he looks up smiling from the stall next to mine.
"Right! That scene! My heart actually pounded!" God, he's so adorable. I want to hold him to me and never let him go. "The elder sister was my favorite," he gushes, still lost in the movie when we move to wash our hands. "She was written so well!"
"I agree." Though the elder sister played only a small role, her scene on the beach was truly captivating.
"I'll wait till the end," I repeat a dialogue she says at the end on the beach. She stood at the beach and blew sand from her hands towards the sea, her hair billowing beautifully in the wind behind her. I blow air at him. "It was a beautiful scene."
Itachi smiles like I've hung the moon, looking exactly like his son.
We move outside into the mall and I look around. "Want to get something to eat? A late-night snack?" I ask.
He nudges me playfully. "Not staring at me made you hungry, eh?" I laugh. My Itachi-sama picks up another pinch of my narcissism. Oh I like that! I like that very much.
"This is for my second stomach," he laughs as he moves towards the food court.
I look around at the various stalls that are still open. My eyes light up when I see the ice-cream store still open. "Let's get ice-cream!" I grin like an excited child, making him laugh as he nods. I flash him my finger hearts again making him pause for a second. He covers his face with his hand and laughs in embarrassment.
"God you're such a kid!" he looks at me with exasperation.
"Who? Me or God?" I laugh when he seethes and stomps his way to the store. I follow him, still laughing.
"Are you going to get matcha flavor again?" I ask, looking at him as he surveys the menu.
"Hmm, I think I want something different. What do you recommend?" he asks me.
"The options in chocolate sound good."
"What will you get?" he asks, looking at me.
"You'll see." I turn from the menu to him and smile at him and then at our server, a girl from Czech Republic called Theresa who is in the same program as me. She and I bonded over a karaoke session when we realized we have a Japanese rock band in common along with two courses. We've hung out sometimes. She has the best taste in boots I've seen. She's cool.
She smiles and then abruptly stops smiling and starts blushing when her eyes land on Itachi. "Good evening," I greet cheerfully, smiling at her. She returns my greeting, grinning at me. She waggles her eyebrows at me, reminding me of Taylor Swift. She eerily resembles the singer. She's been told that so many times that now she just waves it away with a flick of her hand.
"Who's your friend?" she leans over to ask me quietly in English. "He's damn hot! Is he single?"
I raise a brow at her. "Nope." I turn towards Itachi and nod at him. "This is Itachi and he's taken." I tell her. Oh I'm territorial as fuck! The faster she knows, the better. Itachi gapes at me for a moment before he introduces himself again. She gasps loudly and manages to introduce herself. Her voice sounds softer, quieter when she smiles that celebrity smile of hers and Itachi returns her smile, unable to keep his eyes off her.
"Fuck!" the curse is almost wrenched out of her. Itachi looks at her startled while I laugh in delight.
She scrunches her nose. "It's always the hot ones!" She eyes us. Both of us. But I don't think she really understands. She turns dejectedly to her computer. "Anyway, what will you have?" she asks.
I laugh. "One chocolate fudge and a vanilla bean ice-cream please," I request politely. She nods as she gets to work. I pay her and turn back to look at Itachi.
"Friend of yours?" he asks me, raising his brows as he turns to look at her.
"Ah yes. We're in the same program together."
"I see. She's very pretty," he says, his eyes straying to her once again. I tilt his chin back to look at me.
"Eyes on me Itachi-sama. I'm prettier," I wink at him when our eyes meet.
"I knew you'd say that!" he laughs and then looks at her scooping the vanilla ice-cream into a cup.
"Vanilla, really? That basic?" he shakes his head at me.
"It complements the chocolate fudge well." Itachi blinks once letting the words register before he turns away to smile. The tips of his ears go pink and happiness fills me up inside.
"I didn't think of that," he murmurs more to himself.
"You can now," I gesture to go ahead and he continues laughing. I lean into him giggling. "I'd like it if you thought your filthiest," I whisper in his ear. His cheeks turn my favorite shade of rosy pink and I just tap him slightly on the small of his back before turning back to Theresa who's watching us with wide eyes. I smile politely at her once again when she places our paper cups on the counter. She looks awestruck in her finest. Her eyes are positively twinkling at us.
She holds out the spoon and the napkins. "You two are together, aren't you?" she asks in English as she leans over once again. Her shoulder brushes my arm.
"Yes," Itachi replies in English when he comes to stand beside me. He swiftly pulls me closer.
She smiles at us. "I've always believed hot men belong together. You two look good." She smiles pleasantly. "Hot men for the win!" Itachi laughs in embarrassment before he takes his cup and smiles at her again, pleased with her response. He's getting used to people encouraging us. This is a milestone of its own kind.
"Thank you." He says politely.
"You're welcome! Enjoy!" she chirps happily making us laugh as I take my cup and move away from there.
"So how are we doing this?" I ask him, once we start moving towards the elevator for the parking lot.
He takes a bite of his ice-cream and moans happily. "Doing what?" he asks, licking every remnant trace of ice-cream. I envy his tongue.
"Mixing the flavors," I ask him.
Itachi takes another bite just as the door to the elevator opens. We get inside and this time I don't give his tongue the opportunity. My head moves on its own accord and I take in the decadence of the chocolate and the sweetness of his lips. He smiles knowingly. "Take a bite of your ice-cream," he orders softly.
This game we have no business playing here, sends a thrill down my spine. Immediately my hand moves down to my cup and I take in a spoonful into my mouth. Sweetness fills along with the taste of vanilla. I savor it along with the view in front of me. Itachi doesn't waste a second as he pulls me forward and joins his lips to mine. A thin trail of ice-cream runs down the side of my mouth when he opens it with his. We exchange ice-creams. The chocolate blends seamlessly with vanilla.
He breaks the kiss and swallows. "Like it?" I ask.
"Another," Itachi says as he takes another bite and comes closer. I repeat his action and then let him take my mouth and soul all over again.
Once we were seated in the car, Itachi drove us to the middle of nowhere till he found a spot which was completely dark and parked there. The tires hadn't even stopped moving completely before I slide out and open his door. He unbuckles his seatbelt while I unbuckle his pants.
We don't kiss. When I'm on my knees worshipping this man who has his head thrown back in bliss, his thighs quivering under my hands, I have to say I'm the happiest man on earth. To say I tempted him into it, would not be a lie. He crushes the paper cup when I hollow my cheeks and take him in deeper in my mouth. Ice-cream spills from the cup all over his naked chest. His thighs shake harder and his hand in my hair pushes me deeper. He lets out a low groan. I relax my throat and bob my head once quickly. His hand tightens in my hair. "Just like that," he guides me on where he wants my mouth and I take charge of where I want my hands. I messily smear the ice-cream across his chest. My thumbs trace his tiny nipples as I squeeze them lightly. He lets out a full-body shudder.
"Too much stimulation," he pants. "I'll come soon."
My eyes meet his. His mind wants to prolong this pleasure but his body won't listen. I like this helpless Itachi-sama. I increase my pace. His hand in my hair yanks painfully even as he pushes my head deeper. "It's too much. Slow down," his breath quivers, his voice raw and hoarse. His little buds stand taut in my thumbs and forefingers. I roll them and tug. Itachi loses the cup and covers his mouth with his chocolate-covered hand and uses the other to force me down as he comes. His thighs spasm powerfully before they tighten and relax, still shivering.
His eyes are unfocused when they land on me. I draw up and spill his come over the ice-cream trailing lower. I pick up my cup of vanilla bean and spill it all over. He gasps at the cold. His eyes move to mine. "That's filthy," he breathes.
"I know," I say and bend down. He makes no move to stop me. His muscles spasm when the tip of my tongue starts from below his navel. Ice-cream threatens to spill onto the car seat. I catch it with my thumb as I lick a strip all the way up to his neck and then to his mouth.
His mouth doesn't open. I force it open. I tangle his tongue with mine, sucking on it with fervor. His hand in my hair yanks my mouth away but he just leans forward to lick the tiny drop that's threatening to fall from my chin. He cups my ass and pulls me to him. His hands push me down on his lap before running across the mess on his chest. He licks it with his eyes on me. I can feel his excitement. "You're going to use that?" I ask him, pointing to the goop on his chest.
"Of course not," he laughs.
"But I don't have any lube or condoms on me, neither have I prepared myself."
"Open the glove box," he says, drawing me into another kiss. Ah ha! Should've known he'd come prepared.
I break away with a protesting moan from him. His passion digs my left butt cheek, seeking contact. I want him skin-to-skin with me. I open it and pull out the bottle of lube and condoms. When I turn around it's only to be caught in another kiss. "Undo your pants and lie down over there," he points towards the passenger seat.
Taking my seat I unzip my pants. He ditches his own pants and joins me.
The seat is too cramped, my legs too long as they press into the windshield in front. My left leg is cramping but I don't care when he pushes his fingers deep into my sides and thrusts into me.
The limitation of space makes him go slower till I can feel every ridge of his length as it skims my sphincter. He presses hard, knowing where I like it. His mouth is busy kissing my face. The ice-cream gets sandwiched beneath our chest, adding to the music of the car creaking with every thrust. My hands rest against his back, pulling him to me.
"I saw you checking her out," I don't know why my voice sounds so petulant.
He pants when he moves deeper inside me. "Who?" he asks, pushing some locks of his hair from his face, distracting me for a second. He looks confused like he's being forced to think in a space he just can't. I move a leg and wrap it around his waist, pushing him deeper.
"Theresa," I manage in between labored, quivering breaths. My insides feel full, too full. It makes breathing difficult. But when I think it's him, my body relaxes and welcomes him. I know that sensation. I'm learning to love it. Our chemistry in bed is the best in the world. It makes me feel like I'm floating in a mindless sea of pleasure.
"Huh?" he lets out a groan when he moves to withdraw but I clench him in.
"I saw you staring at her…I didn't like it."
"Urgh Naruto! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Itachi groans when he can't take it anymore, he lifts his hips which lifts mine. He lets out a hoarse sound when he's seated to the root inside me. His pace turns faster as he moves inside me. The new angle gives him direct access to all the pleasure points inside me till I'm reduced to clinging to the seat like a madman. Thankfully, nobody has come in our direction.
"I'm…ah…going to come," he pants, the car creeks getting faster and I nod because I'm almost there too.
He brings his mouth down to mine hard and kisses me before he groans my name and pushes himself completely inside me. He doesn't stop moving till I climax.
"Thrilled?" I ask him, coming down from my euphoria.
He laughs and nods against my skin.
We lie there breathing like we've run a marathon when I finally manage to lower my legs. Walking is going to be a bitch tonight. I've taken a good pounding and my entire body can feel it. He works on untangling us as he opens the glove box and produces wet wipes. He wipes his chest before he grabs fresh tissues to wipe mine.
"About that staring, did it bother you?" He looks at me.
"Did you play me?" I look at him disbelievingly.
He smirks. "Partly."
"And partly because?" I ask, sitting up finally, though my waist screams in protest.
"She looks too much like that American singer, so I couldn't stop…unseeing." He looks at me.
"I wish you'd said that to her face," I roll my eyes. "She would've stopped mooning over you in a heartbeat. She hates it."
He laughs. "I can see that about her." He turns to me. "But if I may remind you, she was mooning over you before she began mooning over me."
"Yeah, but I didn't moon back! And you did. Three times more than required!"
"What?" His eyes widen when they look at me. "Listen, I told you it's because she resembled the singer. Besides, she is very pretty and I have eyes."
I thump him hard on the shoulder making him laugh. "Thrice more than required…you're too cute Naruto! Never a dull moment with you," he shakes his head at me. "God, you petty little beast!"
"And prettier?" I ask him for validation.
He kisses my cheek. "The prettiest."
"And the only one you want?"
"Forever."
We seal our promise with a kiss.
I sit at the table and straighten my shoulders in the white t-shirt which has giraffes printed all over it. Itachi laughed when he first saw it. Even Kiyoshi gives it a dubious look. I'm wrought to believe he's going to inherit his dad's taste in fashion. Not that I'm complaining. Opposite me sits my better half, neatly picking out bones from his fish, too concentrated on the task to look at me. Sasuke sits to Kiyoshi's left and enjoys his tomato salad. Itachi told me Sasuke's obsessed with the fruit.
"Naruto, is that t-shirt new?" Kiyoshi asks me, his eyes once again going to the yellow and brown spotted pictures of giraffes.
Sasuke looks over at me and makes a face. Kiyoshi giggles when he sees Sasuke's reaction. "Yes."
"Why does it have so many giraffes?" he asks curiously.
Sasuke chuckles and takes a sip of his water. Even Itachi snorts.
I am inclined to give them the finger but I just say, "Giraffes are cool, little man. They hug with their necks. Like this," I put my neck around his and he laughs, ticklish. I blow him a raspberry on his neck and he squirms, pushing his neck away. "They fight with their necks too." Kiyoshi smiles.
For some reason, that makes both Itachi and Sasuke laugh. I glare at them while Kiyoshi looks at me like I've hung the moon.
"Naruto, do you know everything?" Kiyoshi asks, looking at me in genuine wonder.
"Just a little bit here and there," I ruffle his hair and pick up his spoon for him. He takes a bite and chews thoughtfully.
"Then, can you tell me why Daddy's bed makes noise at night? Thump, thump, thump, like this." My heart is in my mouth and I don't have it in me to look at either of the other two adults in the room who look like they're frozen in silence, looking like they're choking on air.
I clear my throat, my face on fire as I finally look at Itachi who's looking studiously into his bowl of rice as if counting the grains while Sasuke looks like he's torn between amusement and dread. "Er…I'm sure you're just hearing things," I say, realizing it's not the right thing to say when both brothers turn to me in comical disbelief.
Kiyoshi looks expectantly at me for an explanation but I have none to give. "Do you think it's a ghost?" he asks.
I almost melt at the innocence of kids' logic but the ghost theory in itself is a brand new thorn. I smile at him. "It's a secret." I look at them helplessly, trying to wheedle out of this but they're both just frozen.
"But I wanna know!" Kiyoshi pouts at me. I look down at his plate and see the vegetables lined at the side. The capsicum pieces stand out the most. He hates greens. "If you finish all your vegetables, I'll tell you."
Kiyoshi pouts at me, his nostrils flaring as he begrudgingly picks up the smallest piece of capsicum from his plate. I chuckle silently as I look over at the brothers. They nod their acknowledgment in buying time. Luckily, we'll have moved to some other safer topics, making him forget about this.
I think of the fastest way to get that done. Itachi and Sasuke continue to eat in silence. "The movie we watched last night was fun, right?" I bring up last night. Even Sasuke had joined us for the movie. He didn't even glance twice at Itachi and me sitting together before he perched next to Kiyoshi on the floor and enjoyed the kids' movie.
It's safer waters from there. The brothers join in eventually. Sasuke even suggests movies we can watch later. I catch Itachi's eye, smiling. We acknowledge the fact that Sasuke is willing to give us a chance. Kiyoshi chews on his vegetables with a look so hateful, it makes me grin. But seeing as he's still eating his vegetables, motivated to know the answer, unnerves me a bit.
Kiyoshi looks at his father who's chewing on his food. Sasuke turns his head and pops the last bite of his toast before buttering up another. He puts a slice of tomato in his mouth and chews leisurely. He really is obsessed.
"Daddy were you not well last night?" Kiyoshi eyes his father earnestly. "You were making weird sounds." Sasuke chokes on the tomato and I feel only a smidgen of pity for him.
Itachi's face colors. Sasuke's is almost the shade of the tomato he was so happily munching on. He beats his chest while swallowing some water and then he hurries to the kitchen sink to spit before he bursts out laughing. He laughs so hard that he sits down on the floor and bangs his hands on the wood like a madman. He's wheezing by the time he gets up. Both Itachi and I are too stunned to react. Half of me was preparing for a fight.
Sasuke catches his breath and wipes his eyes. "Try to wheedle out of this one idiots!" he bursts out laughing all over again before he moves back to his room.
Kiyoshi looks up expectantly, having finished all his food. Itachi looks bewildered.
We're fucked.
Royally.
I don't know how the plan sprung up. The further I can pinpoint it down to is when Kiyoshi told us he wanted to go to an amusement park. Disneyland. He was oddly specific. His diction was also close to perfection like he'd practiced. Itachi carefully said he'd have to think about it and plan it before he gave his answer. So we discussed it and though it sounded like a fun date, except, I'd already made plans with Kiba and Sai to go to Universal Studio in Osaka. I'd forgotten about it till they reminded me the night before. Itachi nodded at that, his expression open in clear understanding. Though I didn't regret making plans with my friends, I felt slightly worse when the prospect of going to Disneyland sounded better than Universal Studios. And no, it wasn't because I want to prioritize a day with Itachi over a day with my friends. It's just…I went to Universal Studio with my friends back in November. I've been there before.
Putting this logic before my king had him in peals of laughter. But he really didn't want to ruin my fun. We could have gone on different days but going as three of us, with Kiyoshi, we couldn't really go on anything but kids' rides. And we also had to be adults. Itachi worked around with the idea before meekly suggesting Sasuke's name, making me draw in a sharp breath.
Sasuke.
After our little peacekeeping with Sasuke and the eventual discussion with Itachi, we haven't really spoken to each other. Just sometimes when he's around to eat meals with us or watch movies, we've mildly talked but never in private. I know he's trying his level best. And so am I, although I've really toned it down. Both Itachi and I keep civil distance between us not to make him uncomfortable. It's like we're towing the line still defensive. With Itachi, he's trying to bring their normalcy back. I was quite taken with surprise when I went to keep the dinner plates in the sink after dinner and saw Itachi flick Sasuke on the forehead and call him "foolish little brother."
But Sasuke is still on the bench. We agreed unanimously and I could see how much it hurts him. He wants to go with Sasuke. Steering the conversation away from Sasuke, I took Kiba's name. Kiba gets along with Kiyoshi and basically all of us. So we could go together. Itachi said he will think about it and I promised to call Kiba after dinner to see what he thought.
The more the merrier. I knew how Kiba's brain worked.
I sit up in bed and dial Kiba's number while I wait for Itachi to emerge from his bath. Kiyoshi sits beside me, reading his favorite picture book. I read over his shoulder while I wait for Kiba to pick up.
"Hey, I was just about to call you." Kiba sounds slightly put off when he picks up the phone.
"Wassup? Everything okay?" I ask him, sitting up and moving away from the bed, away from Kiyoshi who looks up at me curiously but I only smile at him. He grins and goes back to his picture book. In my head, I'm thinking a lot of things. The moment Itachi comes out of the bath, I'm ready to jog over, take a bus and get back to the campus should he need me.
"Yeah. It's just…I'm sorry but I'll have to bail on our plan to go to Osaka," Kiba sounds genuinely upset.
"Why?" I ask.
Kiba swears something under his breath. "I don't know how else to say it without sounding like a jerk, but Hina-chan wants to go to Disneyland and the only weekend she's free on is the one in which we're planning to go. So…"
My blood thrums in my veins as I let out an unabashed smile. "Is it because of the jinx associated with Disneyland?" Turns out, here in Japan, couples tend to test each other's patience in Disneyland since the waiting lines are too long. Couples who survive this tend to last longer. I know I'll ace it.
Kiba laughs. "I think so. But sorry for canceling on the Universal Studios plan."
"That's why I called. Would…would Hina-chan be okay with going with us to Disneyland? We could do a double date if we wanted. Only you'll get to hang out with Kiyoshi as well."
"I'd love to. Kiyoshi's adorable. But dude, I'll have to ask her. Also, Sai is gonna kill us," Kiba mutters sadly over the phone, making me sigh.
"Let's take him along man. Rides here or there, would it really matter?"
"Coming from an otaku, that's rich! But I guess we could ask. Though, I bet Sai is going to be really pissed. You call him while I ask Hina-chan."
"Alright. What are the chances of her saying yes?" I ask, trying not to let the excitement leak from my voice. We're going to have so much fun!
"High." He chuckles. "If she doesn't, I have my ways."
"Are you trying to get back at me for that one time in the dorm room?"
Kiba laughs. "You're a genius, sweetheart."
I smile when I notice the shadow shift behind me. "Unlike you, sweetheart."
"I am awesome, asshole!"
"Convince her first, idiot!" I laugh delightedly on the phone when Kiba laughs and swears at me. I turn around laughing. Only to be caught in Itachi's stare. He raises a curious brow when he looks at me. I hang up and smile innocently at him.
Kiba? He mouths and I nod, taking my sweet time to look him over, head-to-toe.
He's wearing a frayed grey t-shirt which is loose and comfy and black pajama bottoms that hang low on his ass. A maroon towel is looped around his neck which catches any wayward drop of water it can from his wet hair that cascades to the wing bones of his back. God, he's sexy. I enjoy my perusal as I walk over to him. I stop when there are two steps between us. He covers that distance when I beckon him over.
"I may have solved us our little problem," I tell him, pulling one end of his towel towards me cockily.
"Did we have one?" his amused eyes look at me.
"The Disneyland trip. Will it be okay if Hina-chan tags along?" I ask him.
"Hinata? I don't have any problem with her but then…" he looks at me.
"Perfect! If it's okay with you, can we invite some other friends?"
A smile blooms across his face as he gets where I'm going with this. "Sure, I'll ask Shisui and Obito." He opens his mouth to say something more and I smile at him.
"And Sasuke." I look at him. "Would you like to invite him?" I ask. It's him who needs more time to settle things between him and his brother. For me, Sasuke's now perfectly where I want him. At a one-arm distance.
"Sounds like a plan."
I pull him over by the towel. "It is."
And that's exactly why I find myself standing in front of the entrance surrounded by people I share a deep bond with. Somehow, somewhere during the past six months, his friends and mine have mingled. That though it may be tiny but we've played a role in all of this. He has brought me so many people. I look at him and smile when I find him engaged in a serious conversation about the rides with Shisui, both poring over the guide map. Obito stands in between them and offers his two cents. His wife Rin has Kiyoshi in her arms and she listens attentively to everything my little chatterbox is saying to her. I hope he's forgotten the noises he heard from our room. We've switched to futons on the floor as a safety measure. I catch my wayward thoughts and watch amusedly as Hinata touches Kiba's t-shirt and smiles at him. He grins back at her openly. They make a gorgeous pair. My eyes are ready to go back to my lover when I look at Sasuke standing beside Sai and talking about something. Sasuke looks like he's enjoying himself when he laughs.
When they stand beside each other, they eerily resemble each other. In fact, they could pass off for long-lost twins. For a second, just for a second before I observed this, I'd had another thought. I'd for a moment assumed these two could hit off. Albeit a little blunt, Sai was a cool guy. But then again, Sasuke could brood and be quiet. He'd do well with someone who was willing to speak. In fact, he, and Sai…
Obito brings my thoughts back to trajectory when he calls my name. I look up from where I was staring at the ground having disturbing thoughts. "Naruto what are you wasting time for? We have a zillion rides to cover in a single day. Pay attention!" Shisui says impatiently as he points at the map. I catch Itachi's eye but he's more got a similar look on his face. Obito points to a particular spot.
"We start from here," Obito smiles like a strategizing general and nods at us and points at the choo-choo train.
Shisui nods back. Even Itachi agrees. We all chip in our opinions and serious discussion breaks out in which eventually everyone participates. But that's not what amuses me. Obito, Shisui and Itachi discuss this like they've done this a million times. Kiba joins in and then Hinata gives her set of tips. Rin agrees with her and naturally Obito does too. Kiyoshi offers his opinion which is duly considered.
I'm so drawn to the familiarity of this moment, I stupidly wish for it to never end.
Amidst this serious discussion, a familiar hand squeezes my butt. I jolt and clench my ass muscles reflectively. He smirks before he lets go. "You're wearing blue jeans today," he notes and looks at me with raised brows. "You are such a tease!"
"Took you long enough to notice," I mutter primly, sounded just slightly pissed.
"Oh, I've had my eyes on them for more than eleven months now. Makes me want to take a bite your ass from over it."
"All that potty mouth and I'm the tease," I raise an eyebrow at him.
"I can't help it." He casually glances back at my ass. "You in those jeans gives me ideas."
"Naruto and Daddy are flirting," Kiyoshi says it loudly like he's pointing out an exotic bird. We blush and draw away. I didn't even realize we'd come closer.
Sai laughs awkwardly. Obito and Shisui stifle their laugh while Kiba and Sasuke groan. Rin laughs under her breath and Hinata looks at us with interest that is in no way mild. She knows we're together. I wonder why she's looking at us like that.
"Alright you two, no more flirting. Pay attention." Shisui taps on that map again. It's beginning to look like it's seen better days. I nod and go back to it.
After fifteen minutes of endless discussion, we settle on our course. It feels good that we're here. It feels good that we're doing this together. This day holds significance in an all new way.
I turn to take Itachi's hand but his hand finds mine faster. He squeezes it softly and smiles at me. "Excited?" he asks.
"Very." I squeeze his hand to express the gratitude I feel but he just links our fingers together once before he lets go.
He ruffles my hair. "Idiot."
Once again, I'm reminded of how a word can mean an utterly different thing altogether.
This man, one day. I swear.
We arranged the Fast Passes before we came here. The Mickey Mouse ears are a must and everyone has been forced to wear them. All nine adults agree unanimously to Kiyoshi's demand and it's fun to go choose the perfect ears.
Hinata excitedly suggests a pair for Kiba while I admire a pair of seemingly innocent cat ears. It gives me ideas. I turn to Itachi only to find him watching me and then to what holds my attention and he just raises his eyes and shakes his head. I roll my eyes and put it back, making him laugh behind me.
Alright, some other time.
Kiyoshi stands beside me and carefully looks at the selection. I bend down and squat beside him. "Want me to help?" I ask him. I pick out one with lion's ears and put it over his head gently. He smiles beatifically.
Obito and Rin select matching pairs while Sai, Shisui and Sasuke discuss with Hinata and Kiba who're also wearing matching hair bands.
Kiyoshi holds up a hair band and brings it to my head or tries to. "Bend down," he orders and I comply easily. He tries to slip the lion ears over my head. I help him and adjust it till the ears stand upright on my head. He nods in satisfaction. I take his tiny hands and kiss them.
Itachi leans down beside me. "My turn," he points to his head and looks at him. "I want mine."
Kiyoshi grins before going back to picking the same one as mine and Itachi accepts his coronation.
Someone claps behind us before Shisui fails to choke on a laugh, muttering something about The Lion King. Sasuke who's standing in my vicinity, sighs more in resignation than in discomfort.
"Uh…we now pronounce you king and king and prince of…Disney," Obito quips and everyone bursts out laughing.
King and king.
Equals.
"You're polar opposites."
"Like dogs and cats?" I ask. "As in, is Sasuke the cat?" I look at him and ask in all earnest curiosity.
Itachi looks startled before he gasps. "Pervert!" He's associating the word with bottoming. And he's accusing me of thinking it.
"I didn't mean it like that!" I look at him, slightly startled. "I meant how Sasuke is broody and quiet. But once he warms up to you, he can be quite…nice." I choose the mildest adjective I can think of when I see the change in his expression.
We wait our turn for the ride. Judging from how Sai and Sasuke are standing right in front, we're going next. I look over at Itachi when he looks strangely at me. "It's not an analogy I'd have used but…it sounds about right when you put it like that. In that context, I mean."
He's the one who brought it up when he pointed out how different I was from Sasuke. Now he's desperately trying to wheedle out of this grave he's digging.
"It's alright. I am your golden retriever, after all."
"You said it." He looks at me for a moment.
"No. You said it first, ask Kiba." I point to where Kiba clicks selfies with Hinata like a madman. He's clearly enjoying this too much.
"I did? When?" Itachi looks like he really can't believe he's said it out loud.
"The day Kiba interrupted us in the storage room. You told Kiba to run because "My golden retriever has gone feral." Your words, not mine." I shake my golden head at him.
"You don't like it?" Oh my god, how I want to kiss his doubts away.
I shake my head at him. "Woof," I bark softly and he laughs.
"Are they always like this?" Hinata's voice interrupts our little moment.
I turn around to find her asking Kiba, her eyes pasted on us. She doesn't even blink. Kiba looks away from where he was taking another selfie.
Kiba sighs. "They are worse. An absolute nightmare!" Then he straightens and eyes his girlfriend dubiously before looking at us with scared eyes.
Hinata looks over at us and smiles. "Itachi-san surely looks happy. He was always so quiet, it was scary." She smiles, all teeth showing. "Now he's scary in a different way. It's cute."
"Hinata, I was once your tutor!" Both Kiba and I turn to Itachi like he's grown horns. "Have some respect!"
"Itachi tutored you…" Kiba starts at the same time that I do. We look at each other once.
"Itachi tutored you…as well?" I finish what Kiba doesn't say as I look at Itachi. "Were your students only females?"
Itachi frowns at me. "Not all of them. But yes, I tutored Hinata." And Karin and Moegi and others, I still don't know about. But getting jealous of his students is just not right. Hinata pulls me back again.
"You guys are amazing. It's like watching a BL drama."
"There she goes…" Kiba mutters under his breath while she just laughs.
I turn to her with new eyes. Out of all the people I've met, Hinata has come as a complete surprise. After that incident in the library, I'd only met her a couple of times, here and there. Each time she was the same. Shy and embarrassed. But today this Hinata who eyes us is a different person altogether. Even Itachi hasn't seen this side of her. Kiba knows because he covers his face and groans.
I'm so taken aback that I look at her and blurt, "Do you read BL too?"
Hinata straightens. "Manly ukes, age-gap and long chapters. It's best if it's set in omegaverse."
I frown for a second. "Omega-what?" I ask.
Hinata smiles secretively at me. "Omegaverse Naruto. You're going to love it!"
Itachi gapes like a fish out of the water when she comes and stands between Itachi and me before pushing her once-tutor next to Kiba. "What are you doing?"
"Starting with our first class to omegaverse. These two can keep themselves busy," she pulls out her smartphone and smiles wickedly at me.
My phone pings. She's sent me a link. "Go ahead open it." Once I do, she smiles like a satisfied cat. "Start reading."
Dubiously I do and once I do, she cackles in laughter when I look at her intrigued.
"I have a ton of recommendations. Feel free to broaden your knowledge." She winks.
I laugh when Kiba shakes his head at me. "I knew this was a bad idea."
"Looks like Sasuke made a new friend," Itachi buckles himself next to me. His lion ears keep giving me ideas. I quickly push my perverted thoughts away.
My eyes move to two seats in front of us where Sai and Sasuke sit together and talk nonstop about something. "Is that unusual?" I ask him laughing as I buckle myself in. "I mean Sasuke's really easy to befriend."
Itachi snorts. "Says you, social animal." He looks over at Sasuke talking to Sai as well. "But do you think they could hit it off? Or am I jumping the gun?"
I look down and think about it. "It's their business darling. But Sai is a nice guy."
I look up at the duo who're still engaged in conversation and clear my throat. "It's just…they look alike."
Itachi's eyes narrow at me and then he snaps his fingers. "You noticed that as well?" he asks me.
"Yeah, they've been standing beside each other so it's hard not to…unsee, you know."
"I know. Even I was startled."
I lean towards him as the machines around us begin whirring to life and we begin to move forward. Creepy and eerie shadows move strategically as we proceed. "On that note, if they do manage to get it on, can we call it twincest?" I ask him.
Itachi stares at me aghast for a moment and then he bursts out laughing. People around us begin shrieking with terror while my better half just howls in laughter.
Shisui and Obito turn from their seat in front of us to give Itachi funny looks but one look at us and they turn back silently.
I absolutely hate being the victim of a cliché, but the haunted house is now my favorite.
Kiyoshi is asleep by the time we make it home. Itachi carries him carefully to his room while Sasuke saunters in after me. "Man I'm beat!" he yawns leisurely. "I'm gonna sleep the moment my head hits the pillow. Goodnight Naruto," he says when he removes his shoes.
"Sasuke," I stop him before he can step inside. He turns to me. "Thank you for today. Did you have a good time?"
Sasuke winces at the formal tone but nods. "Thanks for inviting me. I had fun."
I'm so inclined to bring up Sai's name that I have to swallow it down my throat like saliva. "I'm glad," I say, instead.
"Sai is fun," Sasuke says with a tinge of reluctance when he looks at me, like it's difficult for him to admit it.
I nod. "Yeah, he is," I turn to lock the door and bend to remove my own shoes.
"Naruto," I look up from where I was unlacing my shoes. "You can invite me again. I'll come."
I smile at him. "Thank you, Sasuke. You don't know how much this means to me."
Sasuke nods and walks away.
Itachi is still putting Kiyoshi to bed. I lie down on our bed, still fully dressed, and think about this day. I've had so much fun, the whole day has practically been like a dream. And there are so many more I want. I rub a hand across my face. My thoughts wear down my body making me close my eyes involuntarily. I know I need to get up and shower before I can sleep. I also want to lie beside him, talk to him, and fall asleep in his arms.
"Naruto," a tiny kiss to my cheek. I blink and Itachi smiles at me, "Shower with me?"
I look at him. "No offense Itachi-sama, but I don't think I can get it up tonight." My eyes close again as sleep beckons.
"Pervert. Shower means a shower."
"No energy."
"I'll help."
At that, I force my body to move. He helps me strip before he pushes my toothbrush into my mouth. I brush, wanting nothing more than to sleep and quickly move to the shower. Itachi bathes me. He literally tells me to just stand under the water while he soaps me and washes me. He taps my half-hard chub. "For someone who had no energy for a shower, you're sure lively down here," he smirks knowingly.
"Ignore it. It's got a mind of its own." Itachi laughs before standing up. We dry quickly before putting on fresh clothes. He seats me on the wooden stool and blow dries my hair even when I protest.
Smoothing back some of my hair which feels good, he tilts my head up. His right hand places the dryer before moving back to my hair. I moan in bliss.
Then he leans down and wraps his arms around my shoulders before placing his head on it. I half-laugh. "Baby," I say to him. "All good?"
He nods. "I want to stay like this for a while."
I run my hand through his hair, staying silent, letting him have his fill of the moment. He lifts his head and looks at me.
"Did you have fun today?" he asks, smiling down at me.
I lift his hand and kiss it. "It was the best trip of my life!"
He chuckles, all soft and smooth when he looks at me. "I had fun too. These days, everyday feels like a new adventure." His eyes are completely unguarded. They are soft, so soft when they look at me. "Thank you."
Maybe it's the weight of his words or the fatigue but my heart feels like it weighs a ton. I swallow heavily before I look at him. I know what he's thinking. Our time together is coming to a close. Maybe that's the reason why he'd insist on showering together. He's collecting moments in his own way too. I push these thoughts aside. We keep coming back to a truth we're still not ready to face.
I take him in, his soft eyes which tell me how much he likes me. "You're welcome."
He smiles softly before giving me a small nod. "Let's go to bed."
I nod before standing up and making my way to the bed. I'm inside the covers before Itachi comes back after turning off the lights. But sleep evades me even when my eyelids droop when they can't take their own weight. They treacherously open each time I try to snap them close. My body feels hot and cold. I turn and see him come in. I see him walking up to my side of the bed. His cool fingers skim the hair on my forehead once again, making me lean into the contact.
"Can't sleep?" he asks quietly.
I try to shake my head. Exhaustion prevents movement. It's just…sleep won't come. And I know why. Mustering whatever little energy I have left, I pat the space beside me. "No. Not without you."
Itachi bends down and kisses me before he curls himself to my back and wraps his arms around me. Sleep catches me in its gentle embrace.
"Me too."
My eyes snap open at the words, sleep completely gone. Itachi's breaths are shallow but steady. He's about to fall asleep.
One less day.
My throat clogs up. Tears threaten to rise and I close my eyes to concentrating on breathing in and out. I didn't know holding back sobs is this difficult. I curl myself tighter around him and I let my tears fall in his hair as I memorize this feeling. This is what I'm scared of. I'm scared of losing the feel of his skin, the texture of his hair where I rest my cheek against it. I feel like I would rather die here still reveling in that feeling rather than go back to a home without him.
The rhythmic beating of his heart under my hand becomes a lullaby as it softly puts me to sleep.
When I wake up in the morning, my eyes are crusted with dirt, sleep, and unshed tears. Cleaning my eyes with my fingertips, I look the man who's curled around me, fitted perfectly against my curves, sleeping the sleep of the innocent. My bladder reminds me why I'm awake and I slowly move to untangle myself from him. I'm careful not to wake him. But his hands tighten and he pushes himself closer, making a throaty sound. "No."
I laugh. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be back in a second."
His hands refuse to let me go when he buries his face in my back, making it tickle. I squirm, the urge to pee, intensifying. "Don't go. Stay for a while. Just a little while," his breathing evens after that and he goes back to sleep. I move but his hands tighten again. This time I manage to slip out of his grasp.
"Be back in a second." Itachi protests but I'm running to the bathroom.
I finish doing my business as fast as I can before I hurry back to him.
I snuggle in with him, covering us with the duvet. The morning air is beginning to get crisper, chillier. I wrap my arm around his waist and grab his hand. "Cold hands," he cracks open an eye.
"Did I wake you?" Picture of innocence stares back at him.
"No. I just got cold." He pushes his body in closer but yanks his hand from mine. I grab it back.
"You'll warm them up for me, won't you?" I ask, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "While I warm all of you up?"
He wraps his hand around mine and pulls it under his chin, nodding his head. "Now shut up and go to sleep." He begins to turn his head away but I manage to smack a kiss to his lips.
"There's one more kind of warming up we can do," I suggest silkily, my cold hands going under his t-shirt to skim his sides. Everywhere I touch the skin pebbles under my skin. My fingers only brush his nipples to ascertain that fact.
"Later," he mutters a promise, swats my hands away and closes his eyes.
I can't exactly tell if Itachi's taken to being a little clingy, but since the past two days, we've been hugging more often. Needless to say I'm thrilled beyond thought. Kiyoshi keep catching us in between moments but now he's mercifully stopped commenting on it. He caught us in the kitchen last morning. My hand was under Itachi's t-shirt while his caressed my butt. He didn't say anything for which I was glad because Sasuke was seated at the table too.
And even now he perches his chin on my shoulder and loosely wraps his arms around me. "I like seeing you in an apron," he says, his gaze appreciative when I turn sideways to give him a full view.
Done with the dishes, I remove the rubber gloves and wipe my hands on said apron when I close the tap. We're cleaning up after breakfast. Sasuke and Kiyoshi have gone to play a video game that Itachi allowed. Silence engulfs the house.
"How about only in an apron?" I ask, waggling my brows.
He laughs. "I knew you'd say that."
"So how about it, huh? There's just you and me in this kitchen right now," I look around before lifting a bottle up, "Oh and some olive oil too. It's great for the skin, says right here." I point at the bottle.
Itachi covers my face with his hand and chuckles. "Pervert!"
I look up at him and begin unbuttoning my jeans. "Come to think of it, we haven't done it here in the kitchen. And now seems like the perfect opportunity."
"Shut up idiot! Sasuke and Kiyoshi are at home." Itachi looks at me with an unusual dose of chagrin.
"We'll be quiet, I promise," I wink at him and make the sign of zipping my mouth shut. "Quiet as a mouse."
"No," he looks torn between temptation and reason. "I can't concentrate."
"Then let me do all the work," I tug him close by his t-shirt. "You just need to sit back and enjoy." I palm his butt and smack it deliciously. He twitches like he's been electrocuted. The bulge in his pants tells me I'm playing this right.
He looks at me startled. "I thought we were restricting violence to the bedroom?" he scolds.
He opens his mouth to say something else and I catch it in a kiss. He shows only a sliver of restraint before he kisses me back. His hands wind around me to untie the knot of my apron but I hold his hands. "With the apron on please," he looks up at me and grabs my face in another kiss. His mouth feels like the sweetest of potions that get me drunk. I move to unbutton his jeans and yank it down. He steps out of them quietly without a sound, seemingly impatient. His mouth moves to my neck while his hands rub the front of my boxers. His heated eyes look at me before we move for another kiss. His hand rubs me leisurely. His fingertips run down my cock teasingly. He brings his body closer till his erection brushes mine.
"This is wrong," my darling gets down on his knees and lowers my boxers. My hand moves to his hair. "This is so wrong," he licks the head and I groan.
He licks me. "Anyone could walk in on us and…" He lets it trail when he takes me in this mouth. My cock hardens to pain.
"Fuck!" I groan when his mouth vacuums around me. My hand in his hair tightens as I thrust into his mouth. The back of his throat beckons me but rationality and instinct drive me to go slow. Only for him to open his throat and push me deeper.
"That's dangerous!" I try to push his head away but he doesn't relent. His eyes leak tears and he paints a picture so decadent when his eyes meet mine, that I grab his head and plunge. No one, no one has ever given me head like he does. No one makes me lose all sense of reason than this man and that wicked mouth on my cock.
For once I only take and take as I fuck his mouth for a long moment. His throat closes around me and my eyes close with the pleasure when he closes his throat. "I'm going to come," it's the only warning I give before I press in all the way and come inside his throat. It closes when he chokes a little but I hold him till my passion is spent. Till my legs are jelly and I can't do anything else but slip out of his mouth and go crumbling on the floor like dust.
"That was…I was…" I laugh like I'm in a trance. "I don't even…" I can still feel the warmth of his mouth on me, feel the tightness of his throat. My cock shows interest again.
He smirks at me, all satisfied and smug even as he wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Oh good, you're showing interest again," he taps my rapidly swelling dick. "Because this apron is giving me ideas," he smirks, promptly stealing my breath away.
His hands bundle the apron and push it up towards my chest. His fingers find my nipples when he moves his cock and lines it up to mine. His back bows when he leans down to kiss the skin he's unveiled. And not just kiss, he bites every inch of me like he's branding me. His fingers tug at my nipples when he goes lower. I cover my face and moan. A drop of precum joins our cocks together. I don't know if it's his or mine. It doesn't matter. He withdraws and pushes the apron and my t-shirt all the way to my neck. His arms fall on either side of me. He moves forward till his cock is snugly nestled between my pecs. His hands cup them and he thrusts.
Locks of his hair spring free from his ponytail when he moves. I move my hand over his, guiding him, squeezing them tighter. The precum and sweat serve as the perfect lube when he slides his cock to his rhythm. He looks hot, so hot, when he pushes his head back and removes his hands from my chest to grab my waist. His mouth leaves one positive adjective after every disjointed breath. He huffs once, stopping and throwing back his hair. "Open your mouth," he looks at me and manages a smile.
I comply immediately and I know where this is going. I open my mouth and slide out my tongue. His hands move to my shoulders when he enters me swiftly in one thrust. I have to adjust my breathing for a second before I can move. He pulls out before I can wrap my tongue around him and moves down to cup my pecs and slide his wet cock in the ridge. "Fuck! Why haven't we done this before?" he asks but gives me no time to answer when he grabs my head and pushes it down his length again. His hips move to their own accord, showing me no mercy. If he does me like this…so forcefully I think I'll come again without being touched.
He removes his cock from my mouth and reaches for the olive oil. He pours it generously over my butt before smearing some on his fingers. He pushes two in, making me grunt. "Oh shit, you're so tight Naruto," he groans. "When I think about my cock pushing through this tight hole of yours, it drives me crazy. And when you come and squeeze around me, that's...insane. When I think about it, I really can't hold back." He pushes a third finger in and I welcome it. Each time he moves his fingers, they brush against the back of my balls. The pleasure that accompanies Itachi's fingers inside me is quadrupled by that soft brush. I'll come if he keeps moving his fingers.
"Fuck me now," It's a command. I want to come with him.
"Shh," Itachi says as he lifts my legs and bends them in half. Then he pushes my feet over a shoulder as he pushes his dick between my thighs. They quiver when he brushes my cock. His hands curl around my legs and he begins moving his hips. "Tighten up your thighs," he pushes them together and moans at the sensation. The underside of my cock touches his penis each time they come in contact and the pleasure is mind bending. Itachi finds my sweet spot and stimulates it.
"Please fuck me now," I feel like I'm going to go crazy from how good this feels. My brain feels like it's melting. My hips move of their own accord, helplessly seeking pleasure. Itachi keeps up his pace for a couple of seconds before he removes his fingers and enters me.
A harsh exhale is all that leaves me when he's seated to the hilt. "Fuck Naruto! You feel so good," Itachi exhales when he looks at me. He leans over and kisses me. "I don't think I'll last long. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. Is that okay?" he asks. His butt under my hand shakes.
I squeeze it once. "Fuck yes, Itachi-sama! I don't think I can last long either."
He straightens and begins to move. His hands grab my legs and then he's pushing his way inside me. It's urgent and merciless. Hard, hurried thrusts. He builds a pattern, for every deep thrust two shallow thrusts. I move in sync with him. My cock pulses when he hits my prostate with his cock. I'm about to come. This is dangerous. I came once before and I'm going to come, even now before him.
"Slow down Itachi-sama. I'm going to come."
He doesn't listen. Instead he turns me over and places my legs over his shoulder and pushes into me with so much force, his balls bump into mine. Surprised pleasure numbs my brain when he pushes against that spot faster and faster. He doesn't even listen to me when I tell him it's too much. "Naruto, Naruto," he chants as he pulls me by that apron and kisses me, wildly, passionately. "Your insides are so soft and so wet. You feel incredible."
His hips buck, "When I think about how your passage has shaped itself to my cock…" Itachi shakes his head and pumps harder. "Mine," he bites my neck and seats himself to the hilt. "Mine," he groans when his hot seed covers my insides while I burst into splatters of pleasure between us, all the way up to the apron before dribbling messily on the floor.
For a full minute, Itachi just lies over me as we catch our breath, still sheathed inside me, still hard. "Remind me again, why haven't we done this before?" Itachi places a kiss on my bicep before pulling out. I use the apron to wipe my come.
"What? Have sex in the kitchen? I wonder." I chuckle when I see him eyeing the apron in my hand. I'm going to have to trash it.
"Weak to an apron are we now, Itachi-sama?" I ask him. "Not that I'm complaining about the christening ceremony." I say, laughing softly
He turns his face into my shoulder and lets out a groan, making me laugh.
"Ugh! I guess, I am."
We eye the mess we've made on the floor, still pouring out of my anus. I eye it with satisfaction while his face turns red. "This is going to be a bitch to clean up." I say as a means to lighten things up.
"Then you better get started. The apron was your idea." He stands up and fixes his clothes and hair. Then he puts on his glasses, tilts his head sideways and walks out.
I fall back on the wooden floor, laughing.
Impromptu apron sex for the win!
I wince when I get into bed that night. My knees are sore from having to constantly rub against the wooden floor, my waist feels languid and I have trouble walking. I brought this upon myself so I have no room to complain.
But that's not what's playing on my mind. The whole day has been weird. I was called away for some last minute returns and reminders and could only get home in time for dinner.
It goes without saying that making dinner in the kitchen after that has been awkward at best. Gone was our usual light banter. Kiyoshi sat on the counter and watched us do dangerous things in the kitchen. I didn't know it would get so awkward between us. Itachi's face flamed red and he didn't re-enter the kitchen once he exited. He wouldn't even look in my direction. I am assuming it was a little too bold, even for us. And to think we'd once done it outside in his car.
But every time I saw him in the same space as me in the kitchen, it made me remember this morning. Being this hard constantly was beginning to distract me from my tasks. I nicked my finger twice before I gave up and ordered in.
Kiyoshi squealed in delight at the pizza but ate without a word and once they were done, Itachi immediately moved to bathe with Kiyoshi. I know he's not angry with me. But this cold demeanor feels weird. He's oddly…distant. To think we parted on such good terms in the morning. Which is not to say he's keeping a physical distance, but now he shifts away from me slightly. Now that the high of the thrill has worn off, I lie stiffly in bed and let shame wash over me. Sasuke and Kiyoshi were both in the house.
What was I thinking?
I think I need to apologize and put this behind us.
Itachi quietly walks over to his side of the bed and pulls off the covers before sliding in. He doesn't look at me. He doesn't smile. He just smells the same as he does every night as he lifts his arms to untie his hair. He casually runs a hand through it and ties it back before sliding down into the pillows. This nonchalance is routine. We are not always talking each other's ears off. Sometimes we read before bed, me a fantasy series I got hooked to recently and he one of his crime thrillers. We won't even be touching but I don't feel distant at all. Unlike now.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask him slowly.
He turns and shakes his head. "Why would you think that?"
I shrug. "Doing it in the kitchen was a bad idea. I'll admit it. I'm sorry."
"Why? You didn't enjoy it?" he looks at me strangely.
"It was great. You know I loved it," I look at him and pull his chin till he meets my eyes. "It's just, did you enjoy it? This evening was a little awkward. You wouldn't even talk to me. And even now you looked away."
His eyes turn back to me before they slide away again. He moves from my touch to sit up and straighten. I sit up immediately as well. "Honestly, it's just…I'm mortified. In these two weeks alone, we've done it outside the bedroom. Not once but twice, Naruto!And this includes outdoorsex." he touches his cheeks which are pink. "I've never done it outside no matter how much I wanted to. I was always rational enough to know when to stop. But these two times, I couldn't. On the contrary, I wanted it so much that it felt like somewhere I was waiting for this. And it was good enough to make me think about it over and over again. I can't seem to get it out of my system."
"And that's a bad thing because…?" I look at him in question, rejoicing in his confession.
"Because, we could have been seen. Because outdoor sex could have put us in jail. Because both the kitchen and the car are two amenities, I use every day. And now I'm going to be using them and thinking about these adventures we've had. The car distracts me…enough."
I smile. The temptation to paint every wall in this house with adventures so that he thinks of me and only me, is overwhelming.
"That good, huh?" I smile.
"Probably the best."
"Kitchen or car?"
Itachi smiles and looks down. "Kitchen. Something about seeing you leaning against the counter did me in."
"Uh-huh. Is that why you were so awkward during dinner prep? I look at him stupidly.
"That and the fact that smutty thoughts kept filling my head." Itachi shakes his head at me.
"Were you…hard?" I ask him softly.
"Within three seconds of stepping in."
I grab him chin and pull his face to mine, slowly. "If Kiyoshi wasn't there, what would you have done?" I skim my lips gently against the underside of his jaw. His facial hair pricks only a bit.
"What will that knowledge achieve now?" he asks, his hand rising to touch my chin.
I'm off the bed in a heartbeat. I stand and offer him my hand. My abused body hurts but in an all-new way. I walk us to the kitchen and Itachi's hand strangles mine. I walk us to the counter and run a hand across the black granite. "Did you imagine bending one of us over every flat surface?" I ask him, my hand still on the counter. I pat it.
"Are we seriously here to…" He sighs in exasperation.
"Yup. We're seriously here to do what we couldn't before." I look him in the eye. "So strip and bend right over here baby, because now it's my turn."
Itachi swallows before he looks at me and drops his pajamas and bends without a second thought.
"We're going to hell for this, aren't we?" Itachi asks me so dryly, it has me laughing.
"And here I thought I was showing you heaven."
"I suppose we'll have to get there and see." He smiles.
I wink in return.
Somehow, around three in the morning, we find ourselves crawling back to bed. I was almost wriggling on the floor like a worm because I was so tired.
I have two hours. I've promised I'll wake up in two hours to go clean up the kitchen, the living room and clean up the semen stains drying on the sofa. One cushion needs to go in the washer. I'll care about how I'm going to have to be on my hands and knees again but for a completely different reason. Itachi lets out a snore beside me. Too tired to even wish me, huh? Thinking about that makes me mad so I steal a kiss from his lips.
Then I curl my body around his and close my eyes.
Two hours. I just need two hours…
I wake up with a start to see its nine-thirty in the morning and sounds can be heard inside the house.
Oh fuck! I'm so screwed!
I rush frantically to the kitchen or try to. My whole body feels like it's taken a beating. My legs shake like jelly under me. Itachi stands in the kitchen, placing some fried eggs on a plate. He looks at me and smiles, "Slept well?" he asks.
"I'm sorry. I know I'd promised to clean up but I just couldn't move." I look down, the very definition of guilt I feel. Kiyoshi sits at the dining table, smiling like a cherub, scribbling something with a crayon over a piece of paper.
Itachi cracks two eggs and smiles. "Couldn't move, huh?"
"Don't go fishing early in the morning," I grumble.
"But I thought that was the best time to fish?" Itachi laughs when I make a face at him.
"Fine. My legs are still jelly if you should know!" I laugh and wince when pain shoots up my spine. I eye him. I'm sure I went at it pretty hard myself last night. "Speaking of, how are you completely fine?"
He laughs when he grabs another plate. "Let's just say, I slept like the dead and woke up refreshed."
"A little too much don't you think?" I ask him quietly. "We need to remedy that."
Itachi laughs. "Tease. I knew you'd say that!" He shakes his head at me. "What we need to remedy is the fact that you didn't clean up."
"Did someone see?" I blush, thinking it could be Sasuke.
Itachi shakes his head. "No," his cheeks heat up. "But I don't think I'm indulging in any more adventures in the future. It's too…risky."
"Are you suggesting we stop having sex?" I ask him, lost in translation.
His ears heat up. "No. I mean we should stop doing it outside."
"Okay, noted." I sigh in relief. I'd go crazy if he'd stopped us from doing it.
I eye the plates he picks to bring to the dining table. My stomach rumbles as I grab the third plate and turn to leave. My eyes land on a stain on the drawer and I blush. Itachi's eyes move to where mine are and he blushes to the tips of his ears. I hastily move to wipe it.
I know when it's from and who it belongs to. My eyes meet his and he quickly looks away, shame and something else filling his eyes when they run back to where the stain was, as if in memory.
I clear my throat to bring him back. "I'm hungry. Let's go," I say.
Itachi looks at me almost wistfully. "No more kitchen sex. I mean it." He looks away when he says it. Can't lie, this one. Not to me.
"Sure. But just know that I'm down to revisit this place any time you will. Just say the word," I wink at him.
"I'm serious! It's hard to cook with an erection you know!"
"Sheesh! I didn't even say anything. All I said was, I'm down for it when you are."
"In the kitchen?" he finishes, interrogatively.
I nod, making my intentions very clear. For some reason I'm digging the fact that he loved doing it here.
"We are never doing it again in the kitchen."
I put down my plate on the table while he puts down the food he was carrying. "Never say never, darling."
Itachi's eyes convey the "Just you wait" without speaking.
His resolve lasts three days and on the third night he doesn't even hesitate before he yanks me in the direction of the kitchen and fucks me twice before he pants and pulls out of me.
"Fuck you," he says, lying down on the wooden floor next to me. "Fuck you very much."
I kiss him to shut him up.
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