.

Looking around his new home for the next—he checked his phone for the time and groaned— five hours (minimum), he realised this closet was probably intended to hold vacuum cleaners or fake Christmas trees or something because it was massive for a closet. Naruto had enough room to sit parallel to the door and his legs only just touched the opposite wall. It didn't even have a top shelf or a clothes rail.

Naruto stared up at the tiny LED bulb right at the top of the closet, casting just the barest brush of cold light. At least, it had a light. Sitting in a somewhat lit closet was way less sad than sitting in a dark closet.

Suddenly, the door banged open, letting in a wave of pounding music and a familiar dark-haired figure.

"Shove over, idiot," came a smooth baritone and before Naruto could protest that this was his closet and he found it first and there were plenty of other good closets in this massive house, said figure squeezed in opposite him, kicked Naruto's legs aside to make room for his own, dropped an extra bottle of alcohol and dragged the door shut. In the enclosed space of the closet, Naruto was overwhelmed by the scent of fruit and leather.

Sasuke Uchiha. He'd recognise that fucking schmancy cologne anywhere. The aloof shoo-in for school Dux this year and Naruto's long kinda-friend—if friendship included bickering, arguing, fighting, and competing in anything they both participated in. The entirety of Konoha High had breathed a massive sigh of relief when the boys progressed into Year 10 and chose entirely different subjects from each other—Naruto preferring the arts and Sasuke leaning to science—although lunchtimes and recess were still minefields waiting to happen.

Naruto didn't even know how his rivalry with Sasuke had started. They'd been freshly thirteen, little baby faced Year 7s in their junior Maths class, and Naruto had had a crush on pink haired Sakura, who, as these things tended to go, only had eyes for Sasuke. The Uchiha had thrown some bitchy comment about Naruto being bottom of the class (which he was, in Math, to be fair) and Naruto, being impulsive and insecure and thirteen, had jumped on his desk and glared Sasuke down, readying to fight. Unfortunately Sakura chose that moment to whack him upside the head, sending Naruto flailing into Sasuke's arms and lips.

It'd been Naruto's first kiss and presumably Sasuke's too. Huh. There was probably some deep psychological issue buried in that event.

Anyway.

The point was, Naruto had been acutely aware of Sasuke since that moment. And since the guy was so popular yet so distant, Naruto delighted in drawing a reaction from him, in making him snap back and rise to the taunt. Some of their classmates called Sasuke an ice princess but to Naruto, he'd always been more closely aligned with fire (in his humble opinion as his one true rival/kinda-friend).

Fruity leather. Right—back to the closet. Naruto peered over his glasses at his closet intruder. He had never hung out with Sasuke outside of school so he didn't really know the guy's style. Turns out, he was pretty attractive (not that Naruto could ever , even upon threat of death, say that to the bastard's face). His navy blue button up appeared to be strategically unbuttoned (three whole buttons undone, whoa) and his black jeans were slim as they tapered down to platform Converse. Typical Sasuke, making everyone else feel inferior just being in his presence. Naruto adjusted his wide necked band shirt and fiddled with a particularly large hole in his ripped jeans right over his thigh.

"Welcome, asshole," Naruto said, gesturing to the closet, "to my humble abode."

Sasuke scoffed and took a sip from his….Vodka Cruiser? It was something peachy and girly looking and Naruto envied it greatly, wishing he'd had the foresight to choose that instead of his gross beer.

"Who're you hiding from?" Sasuke asked, smirking (like fucking always).

"Take a wild guess."

"Hinata Hyuuga."

"Ding ding ding." Naruto rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses. "Why are you in here? Shouldn't you be out there with your girlfriend? Sakura and Ino are, like, joined at the hip."

Sasuke glared. "You think I'd be in here with you —" Naruto scoffed, "—if I wasn't also hiding from someone?"

That surprised him. Sasuke was fearless and in all their time knowing each other, Naruto had only ever seen him afraid of his older brother, Itachi. He'd been in Year 12 when Naruto and Sasuke had started Year 7 and he was utterly terrifying.

"Who'd you piss off this time, bastard?" The insult had no bite—it probably hadn't since Year 9 when they finally matured enough (and had enough expulsion threats from Principal Tsunade) to progress from physical fistfights to simply heated arguments.

"Sakura," Sasuke replied with a grimace.

While Naruto had long outgrown his crush on the cotton candy haired girl, he still lived to tease and annoy Sasuke, and making fun of his relationship was just part of that job description.

"Ooh hoo, you guys fighting?" he asked, a little too cheerily.

"Don't sound too excited, moron."

"Aww man, but I was already getting the popcorn ready!"

Sasuke took a breath. "I broke up with her."

Naruto's jaw dropped. "...here?"

"Yup."

"Like at this party?"

"Uh huh."

"Wow…and I thought my timing was bad. How's the damage out there?"

Suddenly, a voice floated up the stairs, through the party music and leeched through the closet door, screeching:

"FUCK YOU, UCHIHA!"

Both Naruto and Sasuke winced, having been all too familiar with the rage of Sakura Haruno. Naruto knew Sakura's hurt should've fazed him more. He should've been more sympathetic for the poor girl, getting publicly dumped at her best friend's 18th. But the sympathy wouldn't come. Sakura was bad for Sasuke anyway, all she did was cling onto him and parade him around like a trophy. It always felt like she was more concerned with the appearance of dating Sasuke than being with Sasuke as a person.

"Did you even like her?" Naruto asked bluntly. "Why'd you ask her out if you were just going to break up with her a few months later?"

"T'was convenient."

"Wow, you're a real romantic."

"I know right," Sasuke said sarcastically, a roguish smile flirting with the corners of his mouth. "Maybe I should start carrying around roses to offer to people."

Naruto snorted at the image of Sasuke playing some flirtatious fuckboy character.

"You would use something cringey and gross as a pet name, I just know it."

"Like 'kitten'?" Sasuke said with a feline smile that immediately devolved into a grimace. "Ew, no. That feels so wrong."

Naruto laughed and held out a hand towards the extra drink Sasuke brought in. "Gimme. This beer is gross."

Sasuke passed him the bright orange Cruiser. "You shouldn't even be drinking anyway. Aren't you still seventeen?"

Naruto twisted open the bottle and gulped down half of it, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Only for another two weeks! My birthday's soon!" He held up the bottle to Sasuke. "Your drink tastes so much better than that stupid beer, ugh."

For a while, they swapped stories about the party (apparently there was an incredibly tense game of drunk Overcooked downstairs), about their respective HSC subjects ("I regret choosing Chemistry, holy shit," Sasuke admitted), about the looming threat of exams ("You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Dux," Naruto sneered). Both of them studiously avoided the topic of either of their gorgeous and intimidating exes.

It was weird—even though he and Sasuke had had more yelled arguments than actual conversations, had thrown more insults than greetings in their past six years of knowing each other, talking with Sasuke was easy. I guess if you spend all your time arguing with someone, slinging wit (and sometimes punches), regular human conversation should be a piece of cake.

In a pause between topics, there came the sound of whooping and cheering and a faint "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BITCH!" and suddenly, Naruto was reminded of why he and Sasuke were in a closet while the party raged on without them.

Sasuke sighed, pressing his Cruiser bottle to his temple. "...We fucked up, didn't we?"

Naruto laughed softly. "Yup. Wanna talk about it? We can have, like, a fresh post-breakup D ."

Sasuke winced. "I don't know if I'm drunk enough for that. Give me your beer, that's gotta be stronger than these."

Naruto passed it over and Sasuke took one sip before handing it back. "Nope. That's gross. I'll take a sober D over that."

Naruto didn't really know if he wanted to have a Deep and Meaningful () with his sworn rival but, hey, it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

Sasuke opened his mouth. "...Girl bits are weird."

Naruto couldn't contain his laugh. "Dude, seriously? This is the topic you wanna start on?"

Sasuke scowled. "But you agree, right?"

"...Yeah," Naruto conceded. "There's so many folds and shit."

Sasuke's face screwed up into a disgusted smile. He was normally so taciturn and solemn at school—it was nice seeing him loosened up a little.

"They're soft though," Sasuke added.

"Girls?"

"Yeah."

"Guys can be soft too," Naruto said with a shrug. He'd had suspicions he was bisexual for a while now. Going off the fact he thought his kinda-friend was kinda-hot, he thought that theory was starting to sound more and more plausible.

Sasuke continued without missing a beat. "Do you like guys now?"

"I dunno. Maybe. Been thinking about it lately what with…ya know. What about you?"

Sasuke looked at him seriously. "I think I always have."

"Why'd you date Sakura then? Are you bi?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I just wanted to shut people up."

Naruto scoffed derisively. "Poor girl. You asshole."

"Like you're any better?" Sasuke shot back.

"I genuinely liked Hinata!" Naruto protested. He did. She was cute. She was pretty and soft and kind.

Sasuke seemed to see right through him. "Sure…" he drawled.

Naruto sighed. "Maybe I just liked the idea of her, ya know. Of having someone who'll stick by your side through anything, who'll support you unconditionally—that kinda thing."

"That's dumb," Sasuke said bluntly. "You want someone who will call you out on your shit."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Like you do?"

Sasuke was silent. Fuck, that wasn't the right thing to say.

"Heh, sorry. That was kinda awkward," Naruto said, scratching the back of his head.

Sasuke shifted his legs and the toe of his shoe bumped along the side of Naruto's thigh.

Oh.

Sasuke was touching his leg. His foot was very close to Naruto's hip. Without realising, they'd practically tangled their legs together over the course of their conversation. While the closet was spacious for one person (or a couple vacuum cleaners), it was rather tight for two averagely-tall teenage boys.

Was the closet getting warmer?

"Hey," Naruto said with a gulp, "d'you wanna open the door for some air or…"

"No, you idiot! They'll find us," Sasuke snapped, glaring. "I don't know about you, but I do not want to be punched by Sakura right now."

Sasuke's cheeks were a little flushed—maybe from alcohol, maybe from the heat of the closet.

"Hm, don't want to mess up that pretty face, do we?" Naruto said with a wink.

Sasuke fixed him with an unreadable look. "You're drunk."

"Nuh uh," Naruto replied, holding up the beer and Cruiser. "I've only had these tonight."

"Why did you even come tonight if you knew Hinata was going to be here?"

"I didn't want to let a breakup ruin my fun, ya know?" he said nervously. "Hinata and I could still be friends—one day—and I thought tonight would be a good step but when I saw her, she looked so sad and I just…couldn't do it tonight."

"So you'd take being in a stuffy closet with me over being out in the party around your sad ex?"

Sasuke was asking for something. When they argued, he had this uncanny way of weaving the conversation so that Naruto ended up saying more than he needed to. It was very annoying and Naruto did not envy Konoha High's opponents for debate. They probably all lived in fear of the Uchiha.

No, Naruto was not going to lose this battle with Sasuke (though he didn't really understand what the battle was about). After being rivals with the guy for six years, he knew his brain worked off predictions and calculations (nerd). If Naruto did something unpredictable, he would gain the upper hand.

Lazily, almost absentmindedly, he dropped his hand to Sasuke's ankle and ran his fingers up the inseam of his jeans, stopping just above his knee.

He expected Sasuke to jump, to flail, to kick him out of the closet with a huff. Instead, Sasuke smirked and ran a blazing finger along Naruto's shin—right through a rip in his jeans.

The touch burned and Naruto felt as if a new filter had fallen over his eyes. He ran his gaze up Sasuke's body, his long legs intertwined with Naruto's, the seductive triangle of chest peeking through his unbuttoned shirt, his sharp jaw and those smouldering eyes peering up at him through dark lashes.

Fuck, was he gay? For Sasuke Uchiha of all people?

"You're hot," Naruto said without thinking. "How have I never noticed before?"

Sasuke broke their gaze with a sharp flick of his head. "Tch. Probably because you were too busy lip-locking the Hyuuga girl."

Oh ho. "Jealous?" Naruto said with a fox-like grin.

Sasuke's normally solemn face cracked into a grin. "Kinda yeah," he admitted. "She didn't understand you. She didn't know how to touch you right."

Naruto was taken aback. "And you do?"

"Yeah," Sasuke said, then his voice dropped to a low, dirty slur. "You're impatient." He shrugged casually. "You'd probably respond well to edging. So I'd edge you until you were begging me to cum. I'd make a mess out of you."

GOD. FUCK.

Naruto felt his dick twitch in his pants and he had to dig his teeth into his lip to prevent a shudder from racking through him. He grabbed his Cruiser and pressed the (thankfully still semi-cold) glass bottle against his flaming cheek, knocking his glasses askew.

"You fucker," Naruto hissed. "Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?" He leaned forward to point right in Sasuke's face. "Not that I'm admitting you're right! There's no way in hell I'd let you touch me!"

Sasuke's signature smirk was now evil and coy. "Dirty talk is easy when you're turned on, Na-ru-to."

The way Sasuke dragged out the syllables of his name made his stomach twist. They rarely used each other's names—always deferring to the classic 'idiot' or 'asshole' or sometimes, if Sasuke was feeling particularly creative, 'usuratonkachi'.

"If you're turned on," Sasuke continued, "dirty talk is just saying exactly what you're thinking."

Now, Naruto wasn't particularly smart, but that wording made him pause, his brain desperately turning against the flood of arousal.

"Do I turn you on, Sas'ke ?" he said, voice unconsciously slurring and dropping his rival's name to a hiss.

Sasuke tilted his head and resumed touching Naruto's leg through the rips in his jeans.

"Hn," was all he said.

Okay, the closet was way too hot (it was a mystery his glasses hadn't fogged up yet). This was a mistake—Naruto should've kicked Sasuke out the minute he stepped inside. All Sasuke had done was touch his fucking ankle and say some dirty words and here Naruto was, burning up like a birthday candle and melting into the closet floor.

He had never felt this way with Hinata. And that was a terrifying thought.

Sure, he'd definitely gotten turned on, he'd definitely felt that animalistic pull in his stomach, but it had never felt this…hot. Being with Hinata felt like water, like slowly dipping into a lake or standing outside in the rain, slowly getting drenched.

In this closet with Sasuke…Naruto felt like he was running his hands through fire.

And he didn't want to stop.

Sasuke's eyes were running across his body and Naruto could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.

"Don't look at me like that, asshole," he managed.

Sasuke smirked (again). "Like what?"

Like you wanna fuck me. "Like you're undressing me with your eyes."

"So what if I am? You can't stop my imagination."

Something snapped in Naruto's mind, like a seal breaking. If this bastard wanted to tease him, he would match it, he would raise it, because he was Naruto Uzumaki, goddammit and he had never, not in six years, backed down from Sasuke Uchiha.

It definitely wasn't because Sasuke was fucking hot and he wanted to see just how far he could take it.

"No one's going to miss us, yeah?" Naruto said, breaking the heated silence.

"They haven't already," Sasuke replied. "Even if they figured out we were hiding, this house has too many fucking closets and they all blend into the wall anyway."

"Modern houses," Naruto said reverently.

"What are you suggesting?"

Naruto grinned. "You know that party game, Seven Minutes in Heaven? Where two people go into a closet together for seven minutes?"

Sasuke snorted. "Having been in this closet with you for the last hour, I would not call it heaven."

"Oh, no way, it's really sweaty in here so it's definitely more like hell."

"Amen," Sasuke deadpanned.

Naruto snickered at the irony of the phrase. "My point was…we've got more than seven minutes. We've got all night. Wanna try anything?"

Out of the pan and into the fire—Sasuke's gaze was appraising and piercing. Naruto felt naked in front of his rival (ex-rival?) and you know what? He didn't mind at all.

Sasuke gave a little smile. "Why not?"

Naruto didn't know who lunged in first but suddenly, he was kissing Sasuke. Oh fucking god, he was kissing Sasuke Uchiha and he was so going to hell for this. The pressure of Sasuke's lips was bruising and they clawed at each other like they were fighting. While Naruto's lips slid across Sasuke's, hot and wet and messy, knocking his glasses against his nose almost painfully, his hands tangled in dark spiky hair and pulled Sasuke's body flush against his. Sasuke's hands were fisted in Naruto's shirt while his lips and tongue fought with his. Even though Naruto had never kissed another boy before—had never kissed Sasuke—somehow, this dance was familiar. He knew Sasuke fought dirty and making out was just another kind of dirty fighting, wasn't it?

Suddenly, Sasuke's teeth sunk into Naruto's bottom lip just a little too hard.

A burst of pain shot through him and he ripped his lips away.

"Ow, what the fuck," he said, but his voice was shaky and he couldn't deny that simmering beneath the pain was a sharp, distinct kind of pleasure he'd never felt before.

Sasuke ran his hands up Naruto's chest, along the sides of his neck and into his hair, twisting his fingers in the blonde strands and yanking.

Naruto's mouth fell open with a strangled groan.

There, fuck —a flash of pain like lightning and an undercurrent of pleasure that left his skin buzzing.

"Good?" Sasuke breathed into his jaw. The bastard was way too fucking smug, touching Naruto like he owned him, but fuuuuuuck, maybe Sasuke really did know how to touch him.

"Fuck, yeah," he breathed back. Sasuke's smirk, his arrogance, was sexy as hell and with all the interaction they'd had over the last six years, this gay awakening was long overdue.

They kissed again, open-mouthed and sloppy, Sasuke's saliva running down his chin in a way that shouldn't have been hot but it was. The mess was slick and wet, the pressure on his hair a throbbing ache, and every now and then Sasuke would bite—hard—to the point where Naruto thought he was going to taste his own blood but he never did.

Welp. Tonight Naruto Uzumaki learned he was a masochist at the hands of Sasuke fucking Uchiha.

Another tug on his hair made Naruto gasp into Sasuke's mouth, only for him to drag his teeth along his bottom lip again.

Alright, the bastard had too much power—Naruto had to turn the tables.

Breaking away, Naruto started kissing Sasuke's neck. He ran his hands up the smooth sides of that slender column and gripped him there, thumbs gliding along his jawbone right under his ears. Then, right over his pulse, he bit down and sucked, the way he knew would leave a mottled bruise on someone as pale as Sasuke was.

See how you walk out of here with this, Naruto thought smugly.

Now, Naruto had never done coke but Sasuke's helpless whimper echoing around the closet was what he imagined doing a line must feel like.

"Mmm, really sensitive, huh?" Naruto mumbled into Sasuke's skin.

"Shut up," Sasuke hissed, but his voice lacked the spine it usually had.

"Fucking make me."

Sasuke grabbed his hair and jerked him up to meet his lips. This time was rougher and their saliva left web-like strings between them whenever they broke for air. God, Naruto felt like a slut and he loved it.

In his lust-filled haze, Naruto's hands began to drift, first from Sasuke's neck to his stupid shirt, trailing down the exposed chest, flicking over his nipples—that earned a little ah-ah into Naruto's mouth like a shot—undoing the last few buttons until Sasuke's entire chest was free and Naruto's hands were free to run down his taut stomach to his crotch.

Sasuke was rock hard, just like Naruto, and the knowledge that in his hands, separated by only a few layers of fabric was undeniable physical proof of the heat between them, made Naruto moan.

"Can I try blowing you?" he murmured into Sasuke's neck.

Sasuke's hips jerked. "What the fuck?"

"I mean, only if you want," Naruto said, pulling back to look at Sasuke properly.

Oh look at him . Red lips, chin glossy with saliva, neck blossoming with purple—oh yeah, Naruto could get used to this view.

"I want you to," Sasuke said and the intensity of that gaze nearly floored Naruto before it settled back into lazy arrogance. "Also, who's going to say no to a free blowjob?"

"Asshole," Naruto said, but it had no bite.

Naruto shuffled back on his knees and leaned forward over Sasuke's crotch, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk and fruity leathery cologne—a combination that shouldn't have smelled good but it did because it was Sasuke and Naruto did not have the mental cohesion to unravel that thought right now.

"Have you done this before?" Sasuke asked as Naruto fumbled with the button of his jeans.

"No," Naruto admitted. "Have you?"

"I've practised."

"On someone?" Naruto's mind flicked through all the boys in their year level like a lightning round of Guess Who.

Sasuke tch'd. "On something."

Naruto's face scrunched up. "What, like, a cucumber?"

"No, you idiot, I have a dildo."

A WHAT.

Naruto's mind screeched to a halt.

"What the fuck, how did I not know this?" Naruto hissed.

Sasuke sneered down at him. "Do you normally tell people about your masturbation habits?"

"Ew, who calls it that? Just say 'jerking off' like everyone else."

An evil look crossed Sasuke's face. "You're missing out if all you do is jerk off, Naruto."

Naruto knew what he was implying and the words burned on his tongue. "Do you fuck your ass with it?"

Sasuke answered easily, confidently. "Yes."

The image of Sasuke on his knees, one hand reaching behind him to stuff himself with fake cock—

"That's so hot, what the hell," Naruto groaned as he lowered the fly on Sasuke's jeans, scrabbling for the waistband of his fancy boxers.

"Why?" Sasuke asked. "Wish it was you?"

Naruto groaned. "...Yeah."

The bulge in Sasuke's pants seemed to twitch at that, which gave Naruto the confidence to slide Sasuke's boxers and jeans down his hips enough for his cock to spring free and almost hit Naruto in the face.

oh god

Naruto had never seen another real-life cock but holy fuck, Sasuke's dick was gorgeous. A consistent thickness from root to tip, one that filled out his hand with velvety heat when he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. He was cut and the bulbous, slightly slanted head was smooth and weeping with pearls of precum, filling Naruto's nostrils with a slightly bitter musky scent. That head, the dark shiny slit—Naruto wanted to discover all those textures with his mouth and he was salivating at the thought of it. His lips would slide so smoothly around the round head, only to catch in the dip and slight wrinkle of skin between the head and the shaft. Would he be able to feel the veins in the shaft with his tongue the way he did with his fingers?

Oh yeah. Naruto was into this.

"Do you like boys now?" Sasuke asked, just the barest hitch in his voice as he watched Naruto stroke him carefully.

Naruto tore his eyes away from Sasuke's cock and met his gaze. He knew he looked like a thirsty bitch and he didn't care.

"I think I like cock," he said with a grin.

Sasuke tugged on his hair again, bringing Naruto closer to his dick. "Mmm, it'll feel even better in your mouth, you know. It really fills you up, I can even make you gag on it a little—"

Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore. He dove down and pressed his lips against the head of Sasuke's cock—oh god, so smooth, so wet, so squishy—and let it part his lips and slide inside.

oh god

Sasuke's fingers tightened in Naruto's hair but he didn't make a sound. Hm, this was even more effective at shutting Sasuke up than kissing.

As Naruto inched down Sasuke's shaft, the girth stretched and pushed at his jaw, making it ache like the tension on his hair. Precum tasted like salt and that blunt head pushed on the back of Naruto's tongue in a way made his neck and jaw fully confront the hot, thick weight of cock.

God, his mouth was so fucking full and the knowledge that he couldn't speak because he was gagging on Sasuke's cock made him moan around it, the vibrations drawing a soft gasp from Sasuke.

And then he started to move. The feeling of his mouth being empty, the weight and stretch gone, made him crave the fullness and dive back down, only to feel too full and pull back up, too empty and push back down. It was an intoxicating, tantalising trick and before he could process it, Naruto was bobbing his head in earnest, saliva dripping onto Sasuke's skin and pushed-down pants. Naruto soon learned that the little wrinkle on the underside between head and shaft was surprisingly sensitive—Sasuke would gasp whenever Naruto swirled his tongue over it—and yes, he could feel the veins with his tongue and he made sure to trace every single one. Becoming intimately familiar with the shape, the size, the texture, the weight—Naruto could so clearly imagine what this gorgeous cock would feel like in his ass, spearing him open, and that made him fucking wild.

He definitely understood why Sasuke had a dildo for this.

But a dildo couldn't curl its hands in Naruto's hair and guide him up and down, blending the heady stretch in his jaw with that dull ache in his scalp. Then, Sasuke guided him a little further down than he'd like and the blunt rounded head pushed against the back of his throat. Naruto gagged as his throat tried to reject the intrusion—it felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Breathe through your nose," Sasuke instructed and despite the firm grip holding him in place, his tone was gentle, soothing. "It feels like you're choking but you're not. Just breathe and relax your throat. Let me fill you. You like being full, don't you, Naruto?"

fuck yes

Naruto felt tears gather at the corner of his eyes but did as Sasuke instructed, trying to open his throat and breathe.

Eventually after a few rounds of this, going just a little further every time, trusting Sasuke to pull him up before he actually choked, Naruto could passably deepthroat Sasuke, the tip of his nose, and then the frame of his glasses, just brushing Sasuke's neatly trimmed hair on each bounce. And there—again—another pitch of pain. Not the sharp zing of a bitten lip, not the subtle ache of hair pulling, not the heady stretch of girth—no, deepthroating was an overwhelming, visceral pressure, tinged with the fear of actually running out of breath, of passing out. (Fuck, was he into breath play now too?)

Despite the rush and the tension, Naruto knew deep down that it was false kind of fear, because even though Sasuke looked like he was in control, holding Naruto down on his dick while Naruto knelt like he was worshipping it, Naruto knew he could bite Sasuke's dick off at any time and Sasuke knew that too.

"How—ah—are you so dumb in class but you pick this up so quickly? Took me fucking weeks to learn how to deepthroat."

Surfacing for air, Naruto released Sasuke's cock with a pop, then rubbed his cheek up against the shaft, his own saliva and Sasuke's precum leaving smears on his fogged glasses.

"I'm a hands-on learner," he murmured into the slick skin.

Sasuke let out a groan and lightly scratched Naruto's scalp as he descended onto his cock again. "Such a dumb blonde…"

Naruto took no offence—he was too busy drowning in cock.

Let it be known that here, in Ino Yamanaka's closet on the twenty-third of September, Naruto Uzumaki realised he could get fucking drunk on cock.

Between Naruto's newfound deepthroating skills and enthusiasm, Sasuke started to fracture. His muffled gasps soon turned piercing, his groans became whimpers and full-on moans, and Naruto was very glad the closet they were in was upstairs on the second floor because Sasuke was loud.

When Sasuke's grip on his hair started to clench and unclench, when he could barely control the quiver in his hips, Naruto knew he was close.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Sasuke breathed down at him. "Just warning you, cum tastes really bad."

Naruto nodded on Sasuke's cock, then pulled off. "I know," he said, continuing to stroke it. "I've tasted my own."

Sasuke thrust up into Naruto's fist at that. "God, you're filthy. I love it."

Tongue working along the sides of Sasuke's cock, Naruto mumbled, "Cum on my face, Sasuke. Make a mess of me like you promised."

With a groan, Sasuke yanked Naruto back onto his cock, setting a rough bobbing pace. Naruto relaxed his throat, let saliva and precum drip from the corners of his mouth, and just enjoyed that feeling of empty—full—empty—full, until Sasuke gripped the back of his head, ripped him off his cock and tilted Naruto's head back.

Sasuke froze, hand gripping the base of his cock and then—with a strangled gasp—hot wet cum splashed on Naruto's face, almost audible as it hit his glasses, clouding his vision with creamy white. While most landed across his cheeks and glasses, some stray ropes wet his forehead and hair. As it dripped down over his lips, Naruto licked it off experimentally. It tasted just as bad as his own but he felt fucking hot doing it.

Above him, through the cloudy cum, Sasuke was panting and dishevelled and he looked down at Naruto with his face open and awestruck. Even though he was the one covered in cum, Naruto felt powerful knowing just how thoroughly he'd wrecked Sasuke.

"Mmm, that's a sight," Sasuke said, voice hoarse, running a finger down Naruto's cheek through his own cum.

He held his coated finger in front of Naruto's lips. "Suck," he commanded.

Naruto could only oblige, swirling his tongue around Sasuke's finger, even bobbing his head over it cheekily.

Sasuke groaned and shoved Naruto back against his wall.

"Your turn," was all he said.

Naruto went to wipe his face with the hem of his t-shirt but Sasuke slapped his hands away with a growl.

"Leave it," he commanded, before he shoved Naruto's jeans down, freed his achingly hard cock and plunged his mouth down over it.

While Naruto had fucking loved giving a blowjob for the first time, Sasuke, like always, had to show him up.

Because Sasuke could, indeed, deepthroat and the swift confidence with which he did so, plunging Naruto into tight, hot bliss, had him arching his back.

"Ah, fuck," Naruto gasped out. "Of course, you'd be good at this with all your practice—shit, Sasuke, don't stop, fuck!"

He was already wound up just from the sheer pleasure of sucking cock for the first time, but having Sasuke's masterful mouth on him while his face was still covered in cum—he felt messy, he felt hot, he felt wet, and more than anything, he felt achingly empty .

The girth, the weight, the stretch of Sasuke's cock in his mouth—that was just a preview, a showcase of the merchandise, and now Naruto wanted to stuff said merchandise up his ass until he was screaming.

"Please, Sasuke, I wanna fuck, can you—fuck—please…fuck me…I want it in my ass…" Pleas spilled from his lips like drool, mixing with Sasuke's cum dripping and dangling from his chin.

Sasuke released him with a pop and a groan. "Don't have lube," he said, strained.

Naruto squirmed. "Can you do it without it? Please, Sas, I'm so empty, please…"

Sasuke pressed his hips down with that bruisingly firm grip. "No, I'm not going to fuck you dry in a closet for your first time with a guy just because you're cock-drunk," he said firmly. "Plus, I still need more time after your little practice."

"Well then," Naruto said, swallowing a moan as Sasuke swallowed his cock, "guess we'll have to repeat this later."

"Guess so," Sasuke said when he broke for air.

Then Naruto was lost in Sasuke's mouth all over again, in his skillful tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, in the almost painful suction he applied to the sensitive head, in the actually painful light scrape of teeth against his mid-shaft.

Naruto bit his own lip trying to muffle his moans, eventually giving up and clapping one hand over his mouth, right over his cum-slicked cheeks, and gripping Sasuke's hand with the other, squeezing tighter and tighter as he got closer to the edge.

"Sas'ke—oh god—I'm—"

With a strangled moan, Naruto spilled down Sasuke's throat and just the thought that he was filling up his rival/kinda-friend's mouth with his cum made him shudder and shake through his orgasm, his cock twitching against Sasuke's lips, which stayed wrapped around him the entire time, lightly bobbing, as if to draw out every last spurt from him.

It was like his soul was leaving his body through his dick.

When he stopped twitching, Sasuke pulled off Naruto's cock, cheeks puffed and red, his lips glossy and his eyes glazed. Then, he opened his mouth to show Naruto his load in his mouth, gleaming pearly white and full and disgusting and so so so fucking hot.

A delicious shiver spread through Naruto's entire body and his cock twitched as if trying to cum again.

Eyes never leaving Naruto's, Sasuke closed his mouth, threw his head back like he was taking a shot, gulped down Naruto's cum, then opened his empty mouth proudly before reaching for his Cruiser to wash it down.

That was the hottest thing Naruto had ever seen.

"Why thank you," Sasuke said and Naruto realised he'd said that aloud.

Sasuke shuffled back to the opposite wall and soon they were sitting just like when Sasuke had first entered the closet. Except now, the closet smelled like sweat and sex and their dicks were still out. Oh and Naruto's face was still covered in cum. He quickly stripped off his t-shirt to wipe his face while he and Sasuke tucked themselves back in.

Naruto broke the silence with a cheeky laugh and a, "I didn't know you were so dirty, Sasuke."

Sasuke looked at him, smirking playfully. "Right back at you, Naruto."

Naruto rubbed the shirt through his hair, trying to scrape off the dried bits of cum. Good thing his hair was light so it wouldn't be too obvious if he missed spots.

"That was really fun," he admitted.

"Hn," Sasuke said and Naruto mentally translated that to assent. He continued, "Did you mean what you said? About doing this again?"

His tone was cocky and coy and Naruto was immediately reminded that, no matter what strange dynamics they'd had during…whatever that D was…they had their own rivalry in real life.

"I don't know. Did you mean it when you agreed?"

Sasuke glared.

Naruto tilted his head.

Just as they were leaning in to kiss, the closet door opened to a shriek.

Kiba was standing there, one hand on a bottle of beer, the other pinching his nose in disgust.

"What the fuck, why are you guys here?" Kiba exclaimed. "I thought you left with some rebound chick, Naruto, and I thought Uchiha ran out after breaking up with Sakura. Why are you two in here and why does it smell like sex? And why are you shirtless, Naruto?"

Naruto looked at Sasuke.

Sasuke looked at Naruto.

They smiled.

"Why do you think it smells like sex, Inuzuka?" Sasuke said coolly.

Naruto wished he could frame a photo of Kiba's face at that moment and submit it for the yearbook—he looked absolutely horrified.

Following Sasuke's cue, Naruto crawled forward over Sasuke, planting his hands against the wall on either side of his head, all the while fixing Kiba with a cocky grin.

"Gonna stay for the show, Kiba?" he said dryly.

With a terrified scream (one Naruto hadn't heard since last Halloween when Shino had incorporated live spiders into his costume), Kiba slammed the closet door and left.

Naruto just laughed into Sasuke's hair. It was soft and it smelled like fancy hair salon shampoo. Sasuke angled his head up to work his lips and tongue along Naruto's neck and jaw and he was suddenly reminded that Sasuke was very hot and Naruto liked his cock a lot.

"Wanna get out of here?" Sasuke murmured.

"Both of us were drinking—we can't drive."

"I literally live, like, five minutes from here."

"Oh right," Naruto said, nuzzling into Sasuke's hair, "little rich Uchiha."

Lightning fast, Sasuke's hand wrapped around Naruto's neck—just the right amount of pressure—and he moaned. (Yep, he could tick off breath play on the kinks list too.)

"Damn, you're a freak," Sasuke said with a laugh in his voice.

"So are you," Naruto gasped out before Sasuke finally released him to run his hands down Naruto's bare chest.

"Mmm, I can't wait until I get you in my bed," he growled, flicking over Naruto's nipples.

"Fuck," Naruto moaned (both at the touch and the promise of getting railed). "Great, now we gotta dodge Hinata, Sakura and Kiba. Knowing Kiba, he's probably already told people by now too."

Sasuke smiled at him—genuine.

"It's sneaky ninja time," he said and goddamn that was so cute and so opposite to what Sasuke had been all night, all of the last six years, that it made Naruto's chest blossom with something…soft? Sweet?

Ew, gross , he thought. This is Sasuke Uchiha.

He grabbed Sasuke's hand and pushed at the closet door.

"Let's get out of here and fuck already."

Notes:

Hehe. Writing smut makes you really aware of the different energies of different verbs.

For reference, my inspiration songs I had on repeat while writing were 'Do Me' and 'Treat Me Like a Slut' both by Kim Petras.

(Also yes, I gave Naruto glasses just so Sasuke could cum on them.)

My post-story headcanons:

1. Sasuke specifically went looking for Naruto at the party (hence the orange Cruiser)

2. Sasuke only started dating Sakura because he thought Naruto was going strong with Hinata and he had to look for secondary options. When NH broke up, he raced to end it with Sakura and chase after Naruto.

3. Naruto gets railed that night. But the next night is Sasuke's turn ;)

4. They've been crushing on each other since their first kiss but no one taught them that if you like a boy you can just tell him instead of arguing and fighting with him.

Thank you for reading! Would love to hear your thoughts in the comments :)

~MissOblaine

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