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"You can do better than that."
The slew of words still coming out of the stranger's mouth stops short and Sasuke can feel his cheeks burn. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked at
It's awkward to bow in a subway seat when he's still halfway pressed against a person he apparently fell asleep on and who receives dick pics that Sasuke just commented on. But he's been raised the right way, so an apology like that comes with an awkward bow. It also provides Sasuke with an excuse to look away from the far too blue eyes trained on his face.
The next station is announced into the silence between them and then the other man laughs. Instinctively Sasuke peers up through his fringe, only to see a hand carding through wild blonde hair.
"Man, you're really something, huh? Gosh, sit up straight, no need to get all weird and stiff or whatever. It's fine. Not like I tried to hide it."
Sasuke takes a deep breath and straightens up, smoothing down his tie in a practised gesture.
"You're an uptight one, huh?" the stranger asks and it sounds like an accusation.
Sasuke frowns. "What makes you think that?"
The man lifts the phone, still showing the incredulous picture, towards Sasuke. "Look at you. All prim and proper, telling other people what kinda dick they can get. Maybe I like—"
He looks down at the display and his face twists. He pushes a button and the screen turns dark. "Nevermind, you're right."
Sasuke's lips twitch. The train rattles as it starts to slow down, the announcer's voice buzzing through the speakers again. This is his stop.
He wishes the man good luck and gets up to make his way to the doors. As he turns around, blue eyes are still looking at him. The stranger clutches his phone tighter and puts his headphones back on.
The train halts and Sasuke steps out.
Over the course of the day, Sasuke forgets about the annoying, yet somehow fascinating stranger. He arrives at what is now only Itachi's home because he needs to pick up some leftover stuff. It's almost the last time he will need to do this.
By the time he's done packing what's needed, Sasuke decides it's too late to make the trip back to his new apartment and settles in to stay for the night instead. That includes cooking dinner.
Sasuke carefully measures his rice and puts on gloves to rub the mixture of spices into the fresh chicken breast. Blonde hair and blue eyes have left his conscious memory and all he's thinking about are the Korean drama he started watching yesterday and if Itachi's boyfriend-related happenings are going to happen tonight as well.
He really hopes they won't. Last time he cooked for his brother, he waited so long for Itachi to be home so they could eat together, only for one of the leeches to eat all of Sasuke's dinner. Admittedly, Sasuke had gone into his room to pass the time with some video games, leaving the food unattended, but that was no reason to take what he made without question! Sasuke went to bed hungry that night.
So this time, Sasuke decides to portion his own food off, taking it with him into what had been his room. Now there's nothing but a few cardboard boxes and his old mattress in it anymore. Well, and the laptop he brought.
The Korean boys go on a walk beneath an umbrella, talking about a woman one of them supposedly likes and Sasuke groans as the second one so clearly wants to make a move but decides not to, instead giving fucking dating tips to the other dude. It's not confirmed yet but Sasuke's pretty sure by the defeated look in his eyes, that there is no woman and the man was only trying to make his friend/crush/whatever jealous. It's hard to believe the characters actually act this way but then again…looking at his own dating history, Sasuke's not much better.
His first girlfriend was a ruse to draw in the boy he actually had a crush on but when the guy caught onto what Sasuke was doing, he gave him a disgusted look, called him a faggot and quite literally left the building. Not very impressive.
The girlfriend after that had kept pestering him for months on end until he gave in, went on a mediocre date with her, had mediocre sex right after in his mediocre car and brought her back home by the end of it. It was fine, nothing special. For some reason, it still took him almost a year to break up with her. He doesn't even remember her name.
And the most recent relationship he had was his first actual boyfriend. A man he had been watching for months on end in the gym, making himself rare, wanting the other to come to him. One day he did. It felt good, right. Until the guy decided that one boyfriend wasn't enough for him and none of them needed to know about the other. Sasuke fucked his boyfriend's affair in the very same hotel room he knew his now ex-boyfriend and the man were set to meet in half an hour later. He left the guy leaking with his spunk. Revenge never tasted sweeter.
Since then, it's only been one-night stands or vacation flirts here or there. Dating just doesn't appeal to Sasuke anymore. Maybe that's why he loves watching fumbling Korean guys stumble their way into each other's arms over and over again and get excited about a tiny kiss on the cheek like a teenage girl. It's pathetic but it's fun, so who gives a fuck.
Certainly not him.
Just as little as he cares about the dirty dishes his brother's 'guests' left in the sink. Sasuke is not their maid. They can pick up after themselves or Itachi can do it for them. He's the one getting the fun parts out of their presence, so he might as well do the dirty work, too.
Sasuke sighs and washes his hands, putting away the leftovers, knowing full well they won't be there when he opens the fridge again in the morning. He doesn't live here anymore anyways.
Ignoring the noises coming from the living room, Sasuke scampers into the bathroom. He lets the shower wash away all the leftover tension and grime of the day before snuggling into bed (a spare pillow and a throw blanket on the mattress) for another episode of pining Korean gays and drama. Over time his eyelids start getting heavy, drooping more and more, so he turns off the show and reaches for his earbuds, starting a random playlist of soft classical music and closing his eyes.
He's awoken by rhythmic thumping against the wall and a scream. It's 3 am, his Bluetooth earbuds are out of battery and if he goes back to sleep for the remaining two hours, he's going to wake up more exhausted than he already is, so he might as well get ready now and burn off some of that nonexistent energy with a run. He hasn't been running in the morning for a long time, basically since he started moving out.
Correspondingly bad is his stamina and two minutes into his old route, Sasuke regrets starting it. He powers through. His lungs burn and his muscles ache, but he thinks of whatever's going on at Itachi's place and takes the scenic route. Almost 5 kilometres later, he's back and the apartment is relatively silent. Sasuke puts his dirty clothes, the ones from yesterday, into a plastic back he brought and loosens his muscles under the heat of a shower before getting ready for work, taking one of the moving boxes with him.
He doesn't see his brother until he's almost gone.
"Leaving already?" Itachi asks groggily, dark purple hickeys etched into his neck and chest.
Sasuke turns around, door in hand. "I need to go home first and then to work. It's my usual time."
His brother nods. Sasuke refrains from gritting his teeth, forcing his words to sound neutral.
"There's only one box left. I'll hand you the key after I pick that one up."
Itachi nods again, waving and yawning.
"You don't have to. This is still your home."
It's not and they both know it. Sasuke can see the scratch marks on Itachi's back as he turns around. Someone's nails bit deep into his brother's shoulders, damn. He's not going to congratulate him, even though a part of him is happy that Itachi seems to finally have found his match(es).
Running had been a bad idea. The moment Sasuke sets foot into his apartment and lets go of the moving box, he slumps against the wall, legs trembling. He can only hope that he'll find a seat on the subway today because this is much worse than he remembered. It hasn't been that long since he stopped doing sports regularly, has it? Why is his body so dramatic?
Anyways, thanks to having had way more time on his hands than usual, he's still on track for the train he wants to catch, even when he can't walk his usual pace and has to take a couple of short breaks to shake out his legs. What is he, a grandpa? It's annoying.
Even more annoying is the fact that his subway train is packed. Like, so packed he can barely see any space between people clinging to the railings and holders hanging from the top. Sasuke scrunches his nose as he apologizes and squeezes between an older woman with her tiny dog tucked into her purse and a man that smells as if he hasn't showered in days on top of living in cold smoke. Now, Sasuke understands that people sweat and that they can't always do something about the smell, but this guy has his arm up to hold onto the plastic loop above him and it's early in the morning, so Sasuke's tolerance for bullshit is pretty low anyways, especially after that exciting night at his brother's place.
He makes his way through the throng of people, pressing his work bag tightly to his chest and apologizing all along. Usually, he would keep standing, finding himself a small space to wait it out but today is different. His legs are killing him already.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I really gotta hang up now."
The voice is familiar and Sasuke turns around. He recognises the orange headphones and the mop of blonde hair immediately and as if it's fate, the seat next to the guy is unoccupied, which makes sense if he's been on the phone like this the whole time. Sasuke wouldn't sit next to him if he had a choice either. Alas, he doesn't, so he walks around a folded-up stroller and picks up the guy's bag to dump it on his lap as Sasuke sits down next to him. He stifles the relieved groan. The soles of his feet tingle as if they're expanding again after being compressed for too long. It feels weird. Just as weird as his calf muscles contracting randomly.
Ending the phone call, Sasuke can feel the guy moving next to him, probably about to complain about his rude behaviour but then—
"You?"
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, looking the man up and down. "Yeah?"
The grin he receives for that is blinding enough to make Sasuke blink in confusion.
"What are the odds? Or are you stalking me?"
He regains his composure with a snort. "As if. This is the only available seat and I need to sit."
Now it's his turn to be scrutinized. The guy frowns. "Why's that?"
"None of your business."
"Rude." Sasuke doesn't care, he's been called worse. Assuming the conversation is over, he turns back around, watching the display go from the announcement of their next stop to the time and back. It's only then that the guy seems to give up and takes out his phone again, tapping away furiously.
Sasuke can't help himself. He chances a glance.
"No dick pics today?"
The orange headphones are placed to rest on (deliciously broad) shoulders as the guy turns. "Do you make a habit of looking at other people's phones? It's the second time. Do I have a reason to be concerned?"
Sasuke sits up and frowns. "Excuse you? I'm not the one showcasing the poor results of my flirting efforts on dating apps."
The guy snorts and blonde hair flies around his head. It almost looks like a halo. "Oh, but you do use dating apps, hm? Does that mean you don't get any attention and need to compensate by diminishing others who do?"
Sasuke gestures at the phone vaguely. "No offence but even if I used online dating to get laid, this is far from anything I'd be jealous of."
Why does his stomach drop at the sight of crimson heat rising into tan cheeks? Sasuke schools his features carefully, needing to appear calm and collected. Still, a smile leaks past his defences, a little lopsided but there. The stranger scratches his cheek and shrugs. "Yeah well, it's not like I did it with that guy but…uhm…"
He stops and shrugs again. The tips of his ears glow bright enough to be seen through his hair. It's a bit pathetic but a lot endearing.
Wait, what? Endearing?
"So, not with that guy but with another?" Sasuke asks casually, no judgment in his voice, or so he hopes.
His stop is announced and he readies himself to get up. It's going to be a struggle to get out of the door in time.
The guy laughs, showing off his teeth again and Sasuke can't help the twitching of his own lips. "I am gay, after all. So yeah, I got it on with a guy or two. Not at the same time, though. Always just…"
Sasuke laughs quietly and shakes his head, earning a groan. "You're a jerk. I'll stop talking."
It's probably best if he does anyway since the woman standing next to their seats is eyeing them disapprovingly already.
The silence lasts until the last announcement before Sasuke's stop. He's already standing up, making sure he's not forgetting anything, holding onto the rails so as to not fall if his knees should give in.
"I'm always on this train in the morning. I can keep a seat open for you if you want?" The man's voice makes Sasuke turn his head.
He smirks. "I thought I was a jerk?"
The blush is back. Adorable. "Yeah well, you are! But that doesn't mean… listen, you want that seat or not?"
They're thrown forwards as the train halts. Sasuke turns towards the doors.
"Sure," he says before he lets the crowd of people swallow him up and spit him out outside the subway train. If he focuses on the dirty windows, he thinks he can make out a pair of orange headphones.
It's not the last time they see each other. By the end of the week, Sasuke knows the stranger's name is Naruto and he works in the creative department of an advertisement company. He also knows Naruto likes Mozart more than Bach, he hates having to create mainstream art and he would rather produce his own music than generic jingles. It fits his personality to a T because this man is bubbly and boisterous, full of life and passion in a way that somehow keeps drawing Sasuke in. He's been telling himself over and over, he should ignore the raspy voice, shouldn't look at the orange headphones or the way a freckled nose twitches whenever Naruto notices something he doesn't like in whichever song he's listening to.
He also shouldn't know how nimble those tan fingers are and how hypnotic their rhythmic movement against a muscled thigh. Sasuke knows there are muscles beneath because Naruto has told him about his goal of running a marathon when Sasuke, regretfully, mentioned that he used to run every morning and hasn't found a satisfying route in his new neighbourhood yet. Of course, Naruto offered to run together. It's like magic. Sasuke never wanted to talk to this man. Actually, he tells himself every morning that he will keep conversation to a minimum this time but here they are, once again, staring down at Naruto's phone because for some reason this keeps happening as well.
"Another one?" Sasuke asks sceptically. Is Naruto that popular? Sure, he's handsome enough but to be sent dick pics every day? Maybe Sasuke should try landing one-night stands in an app as well… or not. Not when the offers he would receive look like this. He scrunches his nose in disgust and ignores Naruto's giggle.
"It's not even washed. Who sends something like this? Despicable."
Naruto shrugs, laying two fingers on the screen and zooming into the gross display of how to not treat a dick. Sasuke shudders and turns away. "Stop that. Honestly, how do people like this exist? That screams infection to me."
Another shrug, then the telltale click of Naruto shutting off his phone and breathing out in relief. "Dunno. Probably never learned proper hygiene. Or is looking for someone who's into cleaning his junk for him? The hell if I know."
Sasuke shakes his head in disapproval. He's not new to kinks and various sex practices. Definitely not since he's met his brother's new people but this? And without even asking if the other party wants to see something like this? Unbelievable.
"Are all the guys on there like this?" he asks curiously. Because if everyone sends unwanted images of their less-than-appetizing genitals, why would Naruto stay there? Why not leave the app and look for dicks in the real world? Not that this would save him the experience of disappointment once the pants come off but…
Naruto shifts in his seat. "Nah, this was one of the worst I ever got. Usually, they're more…flattering. Like, look at this."
He taps on his phone a few times, then hands Sasuke the device, showing off a much more appealing picture of a dick. Sasuke hums, zooming in and out of the image. "Hn, looks decent. Nothing special, though."
Sasuke taps out of the dick pic and scrolls down the conversation. There are a lot of colourful hearts. Also cat gifs, most of them sent by Naruto. What makes Sasuke pause is a note at the end of the conversation, stating a 6/10 visual rating, an 8/10 taste rating and a 3/10 fuckability rating, decorated with a sighing emoji. Sasuke snorts and the phone is snatched out of his hands almost immediately.
There's a blush on Naruto's cheeks again as Sasuke looks up. "I didn't give you permission to read my messages."
He doesn't acknowledge the accusation. Instead, Sasuke gestures towards the phone, unable to hide his amusement. "You rate them? All of them? Or just the ones you decide are worth a fuck?"
Naruto's eyes look dark and stormy, although that might be the change of lighting with the clouds sliding in front of the sun outside.
"That's none of your business."
He turns away, ears flaming red, pocketing his phone. Sasuke is still smiling as he gets up to step off the train, bidding Naruto goodbye the same way he's done the past two days. It's starting to become a habit and Sasuke's not sure if that's a good thing.
Naruto ignores him.
It's fine, for some reason Sasuke's not worried and it's not because Naruto is a stranger whose opinion and behaviour are irrelevant to Sasuke. No, it's because he knows things will be back to normal the moment he steps onto the train tomorrow, or well, Monday.
And they are. Come the beginning of the next week, Naruto greets him with the same blinding grin as always, patting the seat next to him as if Sasuke didn't catch him rating the guys he slept with's dicks a few days ago. As if it's normal to act this way. It makes Sasuke smile.
The moment he sits down, Naruto shoves his phone into Sasuke's hands. He's barely got time to secure his work bag between his feet.
"Wh—What's going on, Naruto?" he asks, fumbling to keep the phone unharmed as it almost drops because Naruto let go without a warning.
"Look at it," is all the answer he gets. Naruto sounds serious and stern. Sasuke blinks and then turns the device in his lap in the right direction, tapping the darkened screen once, so he can see what Naruto wants to show him.
It's a list, or no—more of a chart. There is a freaking dick rating chart on Naruto's phone, complete with the corresponding images attached to every row. It's fascinating. And a little horrifying.
"Wow," Sasuke mouths, blowing out a breath. Naruto squirms next to him, so Sasuke repeats the sentiment out loud.
"That all you've got to say?" Naruto asks and his voice is strained, as if he's expecting a jab or judgement.
Sasuke sneers. "Yes? What? You want me to tell you how immoral it is to do this?" He hands the phone back to a shrugging Naruto, watching as the man smooths a finger over the display. Naruto's nervous, Sasuke realizes, raising an eyebrow. "It's entirely up to you what you do with the dick pics you get. Although… "
He sits up and watches Naruto tense, jaw muscles working relentlessly and shoulders rigid. Even the short questioning noise he makes in his throat sounds like it's forced. "I don't think the second guy deserves that high of a rating. Not when he's apparently unable or unwilling to shave consistently."
Naruto's eyes are wide and his hand is tight on the phone, looking ready to blow a fuse, eyes pleading for Sasuke to not go on—but he does. "You know, it's not like I judge anyone on shaving or not. All I ask is to be consistent about it. What? Started to shave above, then got scared you're gonna slice off your dick? Come on."
Sasuke's lips twitch into a smirk as Naruto starts snickering. "You're a neat freak, huh?"
"When it comes to basic hygiene? If you want to call it that, then yes."
Naruto laughs and the tension bleeds out of him with the sparkling of his eyes and the shaking of his head, making wild blonde hair fly. "Alright then, how about you help me rate them?"
The offer is fitting, yet catches Sasuke off guard, just as the tinny voice announces his stop for the last time and the train starts slowing down. He's sure his face is making some embarrassing expression, but Sasuke forces the heat down into the gurgling pit of his stomach, conveniently squashing the fluttery feeling in there as well. "Sure."
So that's what they do. Naruto seems to have an endless supply of dick pics because every day Sasuke steps onto the train to a plethora of cocks, ranging from utterly disgusting to mildly concerning. The rare sight of a decent dick surfaces every once in a while, but even then…
"This one's not too bad," Naruto exclaims, jabbing his finger at the picture he opened a few seconds ago. Sasuke grunts.
"You only say that because he's wearing a ladder." Sasuke doesn't have to look up to know Naruto's blushing. It didn't take him long to realize that his new train companion likes pierced dicks.
Naruto squawks out some sort of protest but Sasuke simply shakes his head. "Don't deny it," he states, "You rated the Prince Albert a ridiculous four even though I could basically smell the cheese on that dick. And let's not talk about the Frenum and Guiche guy."
Naruto emanates so much heat, Sasuke's afraid the guy will explode. Instead, he raises his shoulders, making the headphones drop back and threaten to fall, all to hide his flaming red ears. "So what? I like a guy with some metal through his dick. It feels nice!"
The snide remark sitting on Sasuke's tongue dies as his stomach drops. He might need to see a cardiologist, too. These palpitations can't be healthy. Sasuke swallows his own saliva and the remains of his own unspoken teasing words. "Feels nice?"
It's like time slows. Naruto's mouth falls open, his eyes shifting to the side, then down towards the picture again. The moment drags on or maybe that's Sasuke's heart beating right up into his throat. He swallows and Naruto does the same. "Uhm, yeah? I mean… "
His voice cuts off and he turns his head, staring out the window, irises rapidly moving to follow houses flying by and people with colourful umbrellas trudging through the pelting rain. Now that he thinks about it, Sasuke hasn't seen Naruto's umbrella. His own is in front of him, carefully draped against the bannister so as to not wet his work clothes too much, even with how tightly packed the train is.
"You mean..?" Sasuke probes gently.
Naruto sighs and turns back around to look at him. "Don't laugh at me, okay? I just like to take a pierced dick. Feels good to me, in my mouth or…"
This time, it's Sasuke's turn to blush, heat crawling up his ears and down his chest. "Uhm, yeah. Got it."
They stay silent until the train stops and a good amount of people get off. There are new ones coming in but they have more space now and Sasuke takes a deep breath. Somehow it's only occurring to him now, after weeks of doing this, that people might listen in, might hear him talking about dicks to Naruto.
He gets his own phone out, taps the display a few times and then slides the device over, ignoring the heat zapping through him as their fingers touch. It takes three seconds, Sasuke counts, and then Naruto gasps. Sasuke ducks his head but it does nothing to soften the blow.
"So, you do get them as well?"
Sasuke shrugs. "Yeah?"
Naruto snickers and it makes Sasuke's ears pop. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Okay, so what do we do? Add them to my list? Or should I make one for you, too?"
After some contemplation, they end up making a second list for Sasuke and it's nice. It becomes a routine. Sasuke barely notices the stress of getting the last moving box into his new apartment and unboxing all of his stuff because his mind is, quite literally, filled with dicks. And an annoying, yet beautiful laughter, bright blue eyes and orange headphones on a head of far too wild hair.
It's uncanny but it's fun. He also scores some one-night stands this way, even though he ends up rating them together with Naruto and it's never really about them. Sometimes he feels bad about that but then again, why should he? They hook up. It's not like he promised them a relationship or anything, he never does. Because he doesn't want one. And the more time goes by, the less he wants to fuck anyone just to rate them.
He just wants to sit next to Naruto and talk about dicks. And if that isn't a weird development in his life, then he doesn't know what is.
"So what?" Itachi asks, barely keeping his cake from being smashed by the cat's paw, catching it mid-air before it can fall to the floor. The cat makes a noise, ripping her paw away and licking it. Sasuke laughs into his cup of tea and shrugs.
Itachi narrows his eyes. "Are you telling me you've got a boyfriend? A fling? What is this?"
Sasuke shrugs again. "I don't know. Does it need a label?"
"I guess not," Itachi sighs, "I'm just looking out for you. Since you don't live with me anymore…"
"Thank god," Sasuke mumbles, leaning down to scratch another feline under the chin. He loves these kinds of cafes, even though he's never going to admit it. Not in front of his brother, at least. It's far too much fun to pretend he hates it and have Itachi drag him here with the promise of free luxurious tea every single time.
Itachi clears his throat. "As I was saying, since you don't live with me anymore, I am worried about you. You don't call or text me but you meet a stranger on the subway every single day and exchange dick pics?"
Sasuke almost chokes on his tea. "What?"
"Isn't that what you said? He keeps the seat open for you and you show each other pictures of…"
The cup rattles on the saucer as Sasuke sets it down. He's not sure if it's from held-back laughter or something else, something less funny. "Yes, I did but—"
He doesn't get to continue, instead he's staring at Itachi's raised palm. Sasuke lifts an eyebrow.
"Let me finish my sentence, little brother," he says, taking another fork full of cake just to spite him, chewing carefully before setting the cutlery down. "I will ask you questions and you only answer them with yes and no. Got it?"
Sasuke grits his teeth, head jerking with a nod.
"Excellent. So. You show each other pictures of genitals, right?"
"Yes."
Itachi nods. "None of them are your genitals?"
He shakes his head. "No." Not yet. The thought might have occurred and there might be a picture of his own junk ready on his phone, he just didn't have the courage to slip it in. Yet.
His brother makes a noise. "Which brings me back to my earlier question. So what? You offer your opinion on random penises this man might have intercourse with and he does the same for your potential liaisons?"
Sasuke's ears grow hot. Hearing it spelt out like this does make it weird. It is weird, he knows that. But it's also a lot of fun and Naruto is a great guy with a lot of humour and experience and…there's no good excuse for this, is there?
"Yes."
Itachi leans forwards, propping his elbows on the table and ignoring the cat's tail dancing in front of his nose. "And that doesn't sound the least bit suspicious to you?"
"No?" Is it just him or does he sound annoyed by now? Itachi sighs yet again and Sasuke throws his hands in the air.
Fine. He is annoyed.
"What? What is it, oh wise big brother?"
"Nothing," Itachi says, shaking his head. "It's just…I don't know. This isn't like you."
Okay, now Sasuke's getting angry. He chugs his tea, ignoring the way it burns down his throat, choosing to utilize the sensation and spit fire.
"But your little triade thing is like you? I've never seen you date more than one person. You have always been a little too obsessive. Remember that's the reason your last relationship ended? And now you've got two?" Sasuke shakes his head, forcing his voice down. The cats have already left their table and one of them even hissed at them. He swallows and focuses on Itachi's painted fingernails. They're starting to chip at the edges. "Don't tell me what to do. I never told you that you should stop seeing these guys. On the contrary, I moved out to give you space. And Naruto's not some dirty stranger trying to rip me off."
He can see Itachi's thoughts play out on his forehead. It wrinkles, then smoothes out. His eyebrows rise up, then angle precariously towards his nose.
"Naruto?" he asks and Sasuke shrugs.
"Yes, Naruto."
Itachi presses his lips together. It takes precisely three minutes and thirty-two seconds for his brother to speak. That's just enough time for Sasuke to sit back down and the orange tabby cat, that's been lurking after his outbreak before, to pounce and curl up on Sasuke's lap, purring like a tractor.
"Okay then. But if he hurts you, don't hesitate to contact me. If he posts your…"
Sasuke fixes his brother with a glare. "I'm an adult, not a fucking kid, Itachi. Cut out the protective big brother speech and eat your cake."
Thankfully, Itachi does.
The encounter with his brother has one advantage. It makes Sasuke think. Not about Naruto scamming him or wanting to steal his data or pictures or whatever else Itachi's brain came up with.
No.
He decides that today is the day.
Sasuke makes his way through all the people on the train. He knows where Naruto is waiting for him by now. They have their favourite seats and since the one right behind the doors is occupied by someone else…
"Sas!"
Ah. Naruto waves enthusiastically and Sasuke ignores the grumbling man in his three-piece suit to his left and squeezes past a mother with her baby in the stroller, mouthing a 'sorry'. The woman nods and Sasuke plops into what's become his seat.
"I got some exciting news," Naruto starts without a real greeting. His hands are already fumbling with his phone.
Sasuke hums in acknowledgement, tapping his fingers on the dark screen of his own phone. Naruto rambles on.
"Okay, so you remember this cut dude with the piercing we had last week?"
Sasuke nods, fingernails clicking on the glass surface. Naruto turns to him, eyebrows drawn in. "You nervous or something?"
The tapping stops. Sasuke shakes his head and gestures for Naruto to continue.
He does. He tells him about his latest hookup, about the way it felt, about the length and thickness in reality compared to the picture they'd seen. Sasuke finds he would like to forget about the man with the pierced dick. The cut, pierced dick, Naruto enjoyed taking. The…
Sasuke pockets his phone and tilts his head towards Naruto.
Today is not the day.
Actually, the next day isn't either. Or the day after that. Then, it's the weekend and Sasuke feels like a coward. But what is he supposed to do? It's not like he's insecure about his size or anything. His dick is fine. He knows it is. But it's not pierced. Or cut. Or any of the other things that make Naruto's eyes shine with excitement.
It's just a normal dick. Not small, not big either. Just…average? Probably. What does Sasuke know?
No one has ever complained about his size or shape, at least, and it takes him almost one full week to build up confidence and talk himself into sharing and not chickening out. His little pep talks to himself finally pay off when he throws the image of his own dick into the mix of new dick pics he's gotten.
Naruto gasps next to him and Sasuke's heart rate doubles.
"Now that! That!" he exclaims, "I'd fuck that. Get fucked by that, doesn't matter."
Sasuke almost chokes on his own saliva as he swallows, turning the phone a little as if to inspect the picture further. As if he doesn't see himself every morning and every night. As if he doesn't know what he's looking at. "Would you now?"
It's meant to be teasing but Sasuke can hear the slight shaking in his voice and he hates it.
Naruto shrugs. "Well, yeah! It's a 9 from me, could be a 10 but the angle is a little awkward, so I would have to actually see it to make that decision."
Sasuke's heart beats in his throat, vibrations against his Adam's apple almost painful. His palms are sweaty and his forehead feels clammy as well. The mere thought of Naruto wanting to see his dick, without knowing it is his dick, is surreal. Not that he would decline the offer but after watching Naruto gush over piercings and put down anything he considered boring—it's sending Sasuke. His whole body is tense and tingly, probably splotchy red, too.
How do all the other guys do it? Casually sending their junk to strangers without care?
Maybe it's just that. They're sending it to a stranger, hoping to get laid. Sasuke on the other hand…
"What about you?" Naruto interrupts his thoughts and Sasuke clears his throat.
"Not sure. Six? Seven maybe? Like I said, it's fine, nothing special, though."
Naruto laughs. "Gosh, you're hard to please."
"Maybe I am." Sasuke shrugs and they move on. There are more dicks to rate and more pictures to view.
Sasuke's heart rate only slows once he's off the train, already thinking about the spare shirt at the office he might have to change into.
"I was wondering, you know…" Naruto muses the next day. He's looking out of the window, breath fogging up the cold glass. It's a normal day, nothing unusual about their conversation. At least, there shouldn't be. Still, Sasuke can feel it, even more now, with Naruto's words festering in the cavity of his chest. There's tension, a different kind than before.
He swallows and forces himself to look away.
Naruto's clothes rustle, shoes squeaking on the floor as he presumably turns around. "I thought about it, you being hard to please and I… I tried to remember if there's anything, in particular, you liked about the dicks we've rated."
Sasuke flinches. Oh no. This can't be good. He bites his tongue and breathes deeply through his nose. Naruto continues. "And I… none of them were rated higher than an 8, Sasuke! An 8! So, naturally, I started wondering, as a good wingman and all that, uhm… what… what would a guy… uhm…"
His speech tumbles and crashes into silence.
"Spit it out," Sasuke gripes. His voice is raspy and he cringes, clearing his throat and kneading his fingers into his pants.
Naruto takes a deep breath, then blows it out and deflates. The silence prevails. It lasts long enough for the strange new artificial voice to announce Sasuke's stop. Long enough for Sasuke to sit up and look at Naruto.
He meets wide blue eyes and spit-slick lips. "What does a guy have to do to please you?"
A lot. Not much. Why don't you try and find out?
The answers race through Sasuke's brain much faster than he can process them and he has no idea what he ends up saying, but he knows that it has Naruto following him out of the train and into the subway station. It has them stumbling into each other as soon as they round the corner to a secluded area.
There are only a few flickering and humming lamps barely lighting the space and some old vending machines waiting to be sold, trashed or eventually repaired. No one is here at the moment. There's nothing but shadows dancing over their skin, wandering hands following their shapes and the promise of more in hungry lips and forceful tongues.
Naruto leans back and his chest heaves against Sasuke's with how close they are. Both of their bodies have decided their fate. There is no way to deny the attraction, the intention, the desire. It doesn't need to be voiced but Naruto licks his lips and speaks.
"I want you."
Sasuke's clothed erection presses against Naruto's. "Seems like it."
"Jerk." A breath. "Where to?"
They both look around. Why not here? No one will see them, it's secluded and relatively clean.
No question leaves Sasuke's mouth. Instead, he starts to think.
It takes his brain a moment to recall the layout of the station but then he nods. "Restrooms, follow me."
Naruto does.
Not having physical contact with Naruto feels a bit weird now. His crotch pulses, missing the warmth of another body right there.
Patience.
All he has to do is be a little more patient, not look back, not reach behind himself to grab Naruto's hand. He's there. Sasuke knows he is, even when he can't make out the sound of his footsteps amongst the other noises of the station, even when Naruto's breathing is covered up by Sasuke's own lungs begging for oxygen.
Sasuke knows because he can still taste Naruto on his lips and feel the rough fabric of his jacket under his fingertips.
He needs more.
Naruto seems to agree. They make their way into the new unisex restroom because Sasuke knows that one is the cleanest and no matter his libido screaming at him, he doesn't want to risk either of them contracting whatever's floating around in subway station bathroom stalls frequented by the masses.
Thankfully it's empty, or at least there's no one in the front and none of the stall doors are locked. Sasuke chooses the one right next to the door because people tend to move past that one. The door swings shut and the lock clicks, then they're as alone as they can be.
Movement is a challenge in a confined space like this but they manage to wrangle around until Naruto's back is against one of the walls, their fronts pressing together.
"Hi," Naruto breathes, eyes half-lidded. Sasuke chuckles and licks his lips.
"Hey."
Sasuke's fingers push beneath Naruto's sweater. There's not much refinement in his movements, no tenderness. The need sizzles under his skin, burning the touch of his fingertips into tan skin. Naruto matches him every step of the way.
Before they know it their pants are open, shirt and sweater shucked up just enough for Sasuke to briefly fondle Naruto's nipples and for Naruto to scrape his fingernails down the slope of Sasuke's abdomen.
"Fuck, you're hot," he moans into Sasuke's mouth as his pants slide over his ass, pooling just beneath his knees. It provides enough room for Sasuke's hands to grab and knead the supple flesh of his ass, pulling the cheeks apart.
"Yeah?" Sasuke asks, "Ready to get fucked?"
Naruto's eyes flash. He pushes Sasuke into the opposite wall, using what little space he has to turn around and shove his pants down even more, wriggling out of one leg. "Less talking, more fucking. You got a job to get to."
Which is true. Sasuke's got 20 minutes left before he needs to be at the office, so he grips Naruto's hips tightly, pulling them back and forcing the man to brace himself against the opposite wall in front of him. "Beautiful," Sasuke mutters, eyes roaming the expanse of Naruto's behind.
It wiggles impatiently and earns a slap. Naruto moans.
"Fuck!"
Sasuke's not sure who said it or what exactly happens next but his mouth is dry, Naruto's ass is sporting crimson finger-shaped streaks and his dick is raring to go. He doesn't waste any time, slicks his dick with the bare minimum of his own saliva and pushes in.
Silky heat encases his dick at once, Naruto's walls contracting around him.
Naruto's head thunks against the stall wall and Sasuke grits his teeth. Shit, maybe they should've prepped Naruto but it's not like he's a virgin or anything. It's alright, it should be but it's so fucking tight.
"Grab my—fuck. Grab my leg," Naruto says. It sounds strained but Sasuke complies, hoisting one of Naruto's legs over his arm and sighing in relief when the movement has him sliding in further. Deeper. Fully.
A shudder runs through Naruto and Sasuke's eyes are transfixed. Thick, strong muscles contract under soft, unblemished skin.
He wants to mark it up. Sasuke wants to paint every inch of Naruto's skin with the fire coursing through his fingers. Wants to imprint his teeth, wants to…
"Come on. You gonna fuck me or not?" Naruto grinds into him and Sasuke refocuses, hips bucking on autopilot. They both moan and then they're fucking for real.
Sasuke moans as Naruto tightens around him on a particularly hard thrust. A shiver shoots up his spine with the realisation. They are fucking. After weeks, months, of rating dick pics, they're getting it on with each other in the subway station's bathroom stall.
Naruto shivers beneath him, spine twisting and back arching. Sasuke's fingers begin to tingle as he grabs onto him harder.
He wonders if he's going to leave bruises.
Neither of them lasts. It's intense and heated, a push and pull that has them sweating and gripping onto anything they can find purchase on. Sasuke pumps in and out of Naruto's tight hole in quick strokes, pushing him against the hard plastic of the stall's walls. His thrusts are just deep enough to drag along Naruto's walls the right way, to find his prostate, to…
Nails bite into the yellow bathroom stall wall noisily as Naruto tenses, then shakes, shivering through his orgasm. Sasuke keeps fucking him through it, into it, until his eyes roll into the back of his head, body bending at the hip, barely catching himself so he doesn't cause them both to tumble to the ground.
His knees shake. His fingers feel numb, yet tingly. His chest heaves.
Fuck.
Sasuke pulls back, staggering on his feet until he hits the wall behind him.
Everything throbs, his whole body palpitating to the beat of his erratic pulse.
He rates that an 11 out of 10 in fuckability.
Bonus scene:
It's only when his lungs stop burning with every breath and the trembling muscles of his hands loosen their grip on the wall of the tiny stall, that he realises.
"Wait! You asshole!"
Naruto squirms, wrangles his leg out of Sasuke's grip and stumbles slightly. He's still far too dizzy for shit like this. His eyes stray towards Sasuke's crotch, when he whirls around, half hopping on one leg because the other one apparently fell asleep being held up as it was before.
Naruto curses and it's both because of the pinpricks of blood flowing through his veins and the fact that the fucking bastard is dressed again. Already. What the fuck?
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, perfectly pristine and proper, if a little sweaty, and Naruto's still more or less naked from the waist down but he doesn't give a shit.
He lifts an accusing finger, pointing straight at Sasuke's chest. "I never got to see your dick!"
Which is a shame, really. They've been going over the various degrees of ugliness of cocks for what? Weeks? Months? He doesn't remember. But now that he finally got to feel what Sasuke's packing himself, he didn't get to see it?
Sasuke reaches for some toilet paper and holds it out for Naruto. Why would he? Naruto asked him a question and the jerk…
Something warm tickles the back of his thighs.
Shit, he's leaking.
"Fuck!" he hisses, ripping the paper out of Sasuke's hand and sending the man as much of a withering glare as he can, "We're not done talking about this!"
Sasuke snorts. "What's there to talk about?"
"I told you," Naruto exclaims, feeling humiliated and exposed but also fucking furious, "I never saw your dick!"
The paper is thrown into the toilet and his belt buckle clinks as Naruto starts to get himself presentable again. They both need to work today, after all.
Sasuke clicks his tongue, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning his shoulder on and shoving Naruto's hands away to yank on the leather belt himself, making sure the shirt is stuffed inside the pants properly. Naruto swallows thickly.
When he's done, Sasuke steps back, admiring Naruto's frame and licking his lips before meeting the still-furious eyes head-on. "Ah, but you have."
"Have what?", Naruto asks, miffed.
Sasuke doesn't even flinch. "Seen my dick. You have."
What?
Apparently, he's staying unresponsive for too long because Sasuke is moving again, smoothing down his own clothes and running a hand through his hair.
How is this man as beautiful as he is after fucking in a dingy bathroom stall?
Naruto shakes his head. He registers as Sasuke tells him to wait a couple of minutes to exit the bathroom stall. He can feel his head bobbing in affirmation but his mind is blank. Or well, not exactly blank. It's reeling.
Thoughts are racing through him at the speed of fucking light.
What did Sasuke say?
Naruto's seen his dick? But when? He didn't let Naruto suck him off before fucking him, he didn't let him turn around as he was pounded into the fucking wall and he certainly never whipped his dick out in the subway when they were busy rating random weirdos and their…
Wait. What if…
No.
That's impossible.
Naruto grapples for his phone.
Naruto (6:32 am)
«Was one of them yours?»
It's not like Naruto would've noticed. They had seen and rated so many different dicks of all skin colours, lengths and what have not. It's not…
His phone vibrates.
Oh.
Oh.
He swallows and types.
Naruto (6:37 am)
«I still need to see it in person to make sure my last rating was correct. And I'm adamant to test the taste as well.»
If the way Sasuke's dick felt is anything to go by, though…
He rates the man a boyfriend out of 10.