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“At ten? Sure, no problem! That sounds nice,” Naruto replied in a cheerful way to the girl who answered timidly from the other side of the phone. He kept in place the device between his ear and his shoulder, his hands currently busy while unlocking the difficult door of his little apartment. He needed to inform the landlord about this struggle before it became impossible to enter his own place any moment from now.
Anyway, the girl’s name was Hinata and she was a total beauty, a newly transferred student at the same university Naruto was enrolled in. He was already in his final year there as a Economy student and he was also part of the swimming team, one fact that had earned him the distinction of being one of the males who ‘scored’ girls' sighs the most.
Although, honestly, he wasn’t the perfect specimen that somehow everyone thought he was for the last two years.
While everyone acknowledged that he was a kind, sociable guy who enjoyed spending a lot of time with people, no one had heard of any women being called his girlfriend. If he was seen talking to a girl alone, he never made any more serious plans; he never went to the female dorms on campus or was seen leaving someone else’s place at suspicious times. If one of his friends asked him to go on a blind date with the promise he wouldn’t be disappointed, they quickly learned that it was pointless since Naruto would politely decline every time.
But then he had become interested in Hinata shortly after starting classes, just after realizing that both had many friends in common and always met without even proposing, like a silly rom-com or the plot of a red string soulmates. While no one really knew about the reasons behind the sudden change, it only narrowed to Naruto finally being motivated to meet someone... different. Naruto longed to start some new experiences of his own and to get away from the pattern he so carelessly and inadvertently fell into again and again. While the comments about not having a girlfriend were true, there was something that others didn’t know. Or more specifically, someone the others really didn’t know about
Yes, he did ‘have’ someone, although, in the end, it wasn’t serious either. It felt like it wouldn’t ever pass over… Well, intense sex and unresolved jealousy. Like knowing he was meant to feel things properly but nothing really reaching the point of being real. Tangible.
When he finally opened the door after struggling with the key, he was about to take his first step inside when he was lightly pushed from behind.
“You're too slow, idiot.”
Naruto looked behind with a startled expression first and blinked in surprise.
Sasuke was definitely not expected.
“Uh?” Naruto didn’t say more; the more he looked at Sasuke, the more he started to frown. Not with hatred but maybe something akin. They stared at each other, challenging, and for a moment it crossed his mind to close the door with Sasuke still behind him, blocking the other’s way in, but Sasuke huffed. “Rude,” he said low, and nevertheless, Naruto eventually sighed as he pushed the door further open, stepping aside to give space for the dark-haired man.
This year, their programs coincided in one class, confirming that life had almost always required them to share things. Same childhood street, same middle school, same high school, same university campus, same dorm during the first few academy years before Naruto took the wise decision to fly away from there. Somehow life always told them that they were inseparable, but how things were lately, Naruto’s mind had reached the conclusion that somehow, somewhere, at some point in their lives, things must reach an end; their insane pattern must end.
Nothing lasts forever, right? Maybe the sooner he assumed that, the better.
Ignoring how Sasuke marched inside the apartment, Naruto grabbed his phone and spoke quickly through it when he noticed that Hinata—who had been asking if he was still there due to his sudden silence—almost hung up. Her quite voice saying, “I-I’ll text later if you… Um, if you’re busy and…”
“No, no! I’m right here!”
He stayed in the entryway to wait for the call to end before slipping out of his shoes. The apartment was nothing out of the ordinary—small, just one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen but with no counter, leaving enough space for a couch and a low table. Then three plants on the little balcony, their leaves vibrant and far away from dying from neglect. Naruto had been living for about five months, and gazing at Sasuke who already kicked off his shoes, for a brief second Naruto thought if Sasuke had ever stepped in the little space of his balcony. Perhaps not, perhaps the young man only knew the basics, never bothering himself to look past their entangled arms or fights.
Then, blue eyes dropping to the floor while chewing his lip, Hinata said one last thing and Naruto replied his goodbye. When he placed his cell phone and keys on a small shelf glued to the wall, he was left with the cheerful expression that he initially had during the call before Sasuke’s presence.
Something flashed through dark eyes.
“Looks like I have a date.” He almost pronounced it with a childish tone, tainted.
Putting aside everything else, the date would be a first for Naruto, different from anything else. He had heard that walking was a nice idea for a first date, especially with someone new, so they would go to a botanical garden in the morning hours. It would be fine if he was truly motivated to start the expected change he wanted in his life.
Now, from the kitchen and opening the refrigerator door, Sasuke took out a cheap beer while, without waiting for anything else, he began to instruct Naruto to start on his laptop and open his email, sure—he was saying—that Naruto hadn’t downloaded the files he had sent three days before yet, telling him which papers to start to look for information for the essay they had to deliver tomorrow that, of course, hadn’t been done yet.
He said nothing about Naruto’s call and that girl, and Naruto caught right away that Sasuke was mainly focused on wanting to erase the smile on his expression. He knew that he wasn’t obliged to do something like ask permission or share details, but by the way the beer apparently was preventing Sasuke from making a cruel comment, it felt good somehow. It felt like he had the upper hand for a little bit.
“So?” Sasuke said, finally looking at Naruto before heading towards the only bedroom.
With a frustrated grunt, Naruto grabbed his laptop and followed him.
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It was eight o'clock in the morning the next day.
Even though Naruto had planned to wake up earlier, he was still fast asleep, and it wasn’t because of sheer laziness.
Sasuke, on the other hand, was awake at his side and unhelpful to the idea of waking up the blond to start their day. He had stayed to sleep because when they finished writing the work, it was already late and Naruto had convinced him to stay instead of taking a cab and leaving his wallet empty by taking him to the other end of the city. Of course it had been a rhetorical device, pure bullshit coming from Naruto’s mouth—Sasuke was practically a nepobaby and he didn’t live that far. But Naruto insisted, and Sasuke inevitably thought Naruto was kind of a concerned-good-wife, inwardly mocking the foolishness of that idea. However, his stubborn mind wanted to wander around the silly thought and flashed an image of Naruto in an apron and another where he changed his voice for one of those 60s housewives.
A grin curled at the corners of Sasuke's mouth, lazily, and he knew that was the power Naruto had over him. Make him feel that with him everything was possible; to get him wrapped around his finger without even trying. Effortlessly turning his mind into a sappy little object as long as things were not so complicated.
On many occasions he had had nothing to hide and could say and do what came to his mind. Even to behave somewhat selfishly with him because they had both allowed it for so long now, even establishing it as a rightful demeanor. Spoiled by Naruto, perhaps. Always so willing to be his punching bag.
However, Sasuke was aware that he had been overstepping their bounds. Clearly, since this friends-with-benefits had started.
Although Naruto had never rejected any of Sasuke’s advances—mouth wide open already waiting for an eager kiss—and Sasuke never felt indebted to ask for permission with words, it was wrong from every angle to come and undo the other’s body at will because he felt magnificent doing so.
On the same bed, Sasuke looked at the sleeping blonde’s body. Only a shirt on him but nothing else under the thin blanket; Sasuke, on the other hand, still had his jeans on, although they were unbuttoned, and his boxers were a total mess, like the evidence of hastily fucking Naruto last night before feeling too tired to take care of himself.
By the time they finished their essay, they remained in their place to chat a little. Then, without saying a word, like other nights before under the dim light of the bedroom, Sasuke’s hands reached down to grab Naruto’s head and kissed him, uncomfortably curling forward since the blond had been sitting on the floor during the last hour of their study, and from there Naruto himself didn’t let go until he gave Sasuke head, skillfully sucking his cock so it didn’t take long to come inside the blond’s mouth.
Naruto had mewled when receiving his cum, swallowing it all before pulling back, blue eyes fixed on dark ones when Sasuke’s thumb wiped a little of the thick substance that had escaped from Naruto’s lips, only to lick it, knowing more than anything that that little act would make the blonde instantly hard. Right then, moving to the bed, Naruto had let him penetrate him, squirming under Sasuke. Then they lazily repeat, slow but guided by the lascivious and shameless wordless request to continue, filling the room with their groans and moans, sometimes murmuring explicit words of what they were doing.
In the present, if Sasuke started dressing up and left Naruto just a note, he wondered if the pattern would repeat itself again after that so-called date—after the event that Naruto clearly wanted to do. Instead, he was stubbornly letting the time pass. It was obvious, of course, more than any other day, that Sasuke considered Naruto’s body to be his property, not agreeing that a stupid girl was stealing him. He didn’t want Naruto to leave. He didn’t want to leave Naruto.
He took his phone, the numbers dictating 8:25 AM, so he moved with abruptness and a sullen expression, removing the blanket, seeing Naruto’s brows lightly twitching, starting to stir as Sasuke placed himself over him, his pale hands slipping under the blond’s shirt and making a perfect contrast against the skin being revealed. Then, when he leaned down and kissed Naruto’s left pectoral, and then when he opened his mouth to wet his nipple, he asked himself if this was overstepping another boundary. Would his touches be bad ones some day, finally? Maybe today? Snap out something from Naruto while Sasuke behaved like an unconscious person, not knowing about possibly breaking another body?
Naruto, still sleepy, tried to turn on the bed, but that, from Sasuke’s twisted point of view, only made things easier for him by having him now face down. Perhaps he believed that Naruto had no choice in life but to let him do what he wanted, yet he did not understand why inside the blonde head hadn’t installed the idea that he could also do with Sasuke whatever he wanted to.
Going out on a date? Yeah, they could. Walking among the flowers of a botanical garden? Any time.
It shouldn’t always be Sasuke who initiates things.
It shouldn't cross Naruto’s mind the idea of going on little dates with other people.
“Sa… S-Sasuke…?”
Sasuke’s heart thumped wildly against his chest, in a quick rabbit-like pace, while Naruto shifted under him, unintentionally making space for Sasuke. The blond turned his head to look back at Sasuke, looking partially sleepy and partially surprised. “Watcha doing? Fuck, what time is it?” But Sasuke didn’t let him grab his phone.
“Stay there,” he commanded, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moved closer, crowding into Naruto’s personal space, his still-clothed hips grinding now against the other’s bare ass.
Perhaps Naruto wanted to say stop, trying to support himself up on his elbows, but one of Sasuke’s hands was already sliding on tanned skin under and under, tracing the rounded flesh of an ass cheek, pushing him down as a warning to remain in place. “Ah! S-Sasuke! You can’t do this now.”
Sasuke removed his hands, but only to lick his fingers, watching with delight how Naruto’s ears burned, not really pushing himself out from incensed greed. That looked like more permission, letting him stay above him like a lion slaking its appetite.
“Let’s not use a condom this time,” Sasuke dared to request, pushing the boundaries, sitting back only for a moment to hastily pull out his cock and spit down on his cock, quickly smearing it up and down his length, then his attention came back to Naruto, using his wet thumb circling the puffy rim waiting for him, entranced by the breathtaking sight of his digit pushing finally inside. The skin outside was tender, but the muscled walls clenched around his intruding finger like a vice—tight and dry and elastic. However, Sasuke’s cock was engorged and red, new precome was drooling from the tip and making a mess with his saliva, and as he leaned down again, hovering over the other’s body, he didn't position himself at Naruto’s entrance yet. He could take his time to prepare him, playing with Naruto’s inside as he replaced his thumb for two other fingers, trying to make it work in any way.
Naruto arched with his reasoning getting lost, even more when Sasuke’s fingers hooked, pulling him, strength being applied on his knees as he managed to use his other hand, pulling softly from his testicles until Naruto’s position had to change, until he had his ass raised a little bit.
“Not now, Sasu…”
“Why not? You’re always desperate to be filled up by my dick. Why not try with my cum too today?”
“Fuck, you’re an irrational bastard.”
“Hush.” Leaving Naruto as he pleased, he used his free arm to support himself better again, head reaching down until he could breathe in Naruto’s nape, so close to the shape of the other’s perfect body, strong and lean, and trembling while Sasuke kept moving his fingers. “I’ll do it gently; I’ll push it in oh-so slowly. You do love sex in the morning, don’t you? That’s why you asked me to stay… To fuck you right now, and maybe in the shower later, so no matter how you clean yourself up… You can leave home and feel like a dirty little slut who has just done something wrong.”
“Why are you doing this?” Naruto asked, alternating his words with a whimper when Sasuke found his sweet spot, a clear pleasure being sent straight to Naruto’s cock. “We did it last night. C'mon, man, let me go! F-fuck!”
“Leave you? For what?” Sasuke pulled out his fingers, moving away a little from Naruto, who, despite his words, stayed in position. Though his embarrassment was evident in the way he had sunk his head deeper into the pillow and his hands clung to it. Sasuke felt his own cock take the necessary shape in front of Naruto’s obscene image, blood filling his veins and excitement as he took the tip to finally align it with the fluttering hole before making a first attempt at pushing in. “Leave you to go with a virgin girl? Wouldn’t you like the plan to stay so I can suck your dick after this? Use you more? Then you can go to classes on Monday with fresh memories in your mind.”
“You can’t be fucking jealous right now—” But Naruto couldn't even utter another single word before Sasuke's third successful attempt to enter him. Naruto gasped and Sasuke let out a heavy exhalation, then he gritted his teeth in restraint as it took everything inside of him to not shove the rest of himself down in one rough, hurtful thrust.
“You all right?” Sasuke whispered behind Naruto’s head, so close, pressed infinitesimally closer to the blond’s ass, and under his long eyelashes Sasuke could swear that Naruto’s skin was gleaming and felt so warm he almost seemed like the sun.
“Yeah. Good,” he replied after a second, familiar with Sasuke’s shape despite the atypical circumstances.
Sasuke growled softly. “Good. Relax.”
He slowly made a few deliberate rolls of his hips to open Naruto up, pushing forward, feeling as his hard cock spread Naruto’s hole, stretching him wide as his length eased into him.
Doing it like this without proper lubricant was eccentric, to say the least, but Sasuke continued to slowly thrust into Naruto, keeping him pinned to the bed while pushing his cock in, inch by inch, and feeling the tight walls of Naruto’s hole spread even further than with his fingers, tight heat enveloping him. It was a struggle, nevertheless, and in the back of Sasuke’s head he knew that this would develop into an eventual fight, but his cock fitted inside, even with the squeeze remaining almost painful.
“Fucking perfect,” Sasuke groaned anyway, and it was no matter what. It always felt like heaven, only stopping when he sheathed himself fully in him, and Sasuke’s knees trembled and burned, breath catching as Naruto’s pelvis bucked up, either by real initiative or instinct. It was also clear, though, that the blond was touching himself under the mess both were now in, and he was saying words, muffled gasps that didn’t quite reach Sasuke’s mind to process as his heart was thumping wildly in his ears. He could barely think.
“...harder…”
“Naruto, I—”
“...show me. Sasu—Fuck me!”
Sasuke grabbed sweating skin and he slowly started moving, pulling back, sliding halfway out. He wanted his pace to be gentle, aiming to make each movement short and controlled despite his elevated heart rate and heavy breathing, fucking Naruto like this for the first time but trying to chase away the pain. To just fill him with pleasure.
Naruto’s words asked for something different, for his cock to hit his prostate relentlessly until he starts begging for more or begging for mercy. “N-no… Give it to me! Fuck me!” He squirmed under Sasuke, panting between heavy breaths. “Give me all of you, as many times as you want today.”
Sasuke’s reply should have been something else, but, stubbornly and pushing dirty talk out from his mouth with a warning intonation, he said, “Hmp, what… a dirty mouth you have. Don’t you dare talk like that to a little girl like your date.”
Sasuke managed to bring their lips together before fucking Naruto hard, and Naruto accepted it so well that Sasuke felt shaking pleasure inside.
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It was next week when Naruto’s intention for a date with Hinata was repeated.
This time, though, Sasuke’s body wasn’t half naked in Naruto’s bed. He wasn’t slumped, with his torso slightly tilted, never stopping watching Naruto from his position.
In fact, Sasuke wasn’t there today, so Naruto was free to move in and out of the room many times after taking a shower that didn’t last more than five minutes.
In fact, they hadn’t talked since that last day, not after the eventual fight that came late that night, when Naruto screamed back at him to shut up, really reaching his limit with Sasuke’s behavior and annoying sarcasm, and when Sasuke couldn’t rationalize why Naruto wanted to date a woman, huffing in mockery.
It narrowed to just one idea. What kind of person ditched the date with their supposed love interest to have such rough sex with someone else that same day?
Now, Naruto couldn’t remember Sasuke’s exact words but couldn’t stop thinking about how he threw himself at the dark-haired man, pushing him against the bed and holding one of his wrists over his head while also squeezing his shoulder, straddling him but with something really close to hatred.
‘A mistake,’ he had pronounced, his deep voice holding a warning like those of Sasuke’s. ‘We are both a mistake, Sasuke,’ Naruto had said, receiving a sharp look from the other, as if warning him back not to keep talking like that. ‘Y’know? I’m getting tired of it. Of you. If you’re jealous or disagreeing that I can go out with someone whenever I want to, I don’t care, Sasuke! I’m going to kiss her all I want; let’s see if I quickly forget all the times we’ve fucked.’
Sasuke had brusquely let go of the grip, jumping until he was on his feet, avoiding looking at Naruto before moving and locking himself in Naruto’s bathroom, not before murmuring, ‘Sounds like an interesting bet to make.’
Then, with a few drops of water trickling down behind his neck and a clean shirt picked up from somewhere, he left Naruto with no other words, leaving Naruto, who had heard the entrance door being opened and closed. Leaving Naruto falling back to his bed, motionless while looking at the ceiling, knowing that he had just said at least one of the things he had repressed for a long time. Right or wrong, it didn’t matter during the seconds he said it.
However, too soon to properly process, a choking feeling had seized his chest back then, and it had made him hesitate about whether he should go after Sasuke.
He didn’t, and now he just needed to choose which shirt to put on before meeting Hinata.
Same plan, same botanical garden after incessantly apologizing.
It couldn’t be that hard to have a nice, normal romantic relationship, could it?
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The role of faithful new boyfriend was short-lived for Naruto, from anyone else’s point of view.
But for Sasuke it had been a long time. He’d calculated the days: thirty-two days without meeting again to fuck. Or properly talk. Sometimes Sasuke had felt tainted going to the blonde’s place, desperate for contact and willing to demand, but he always thought about how much he could despise the idea of going only for Naruto not to be at home, finding his new lover there instead.
And, anyway, the place seemed to be too small for three people.
Also, probably, he might not refrain from being a little too sarcastic, a little too rude with this dark-haired woman, eventually making Naruto ask him to leave.
So, funnily enough, like a former couple that broke up, Sasuke stopped frequenting the places where Naruto spent his free time so as not to see him in the role of this supposedly faithful boyfriend and did not even see him at training or the season’s friendly competitions. Not support for a man who probably gave proud looks to a woman too shy for Sasuke’s taste. He also stopped texting or communicating with him—just like a couple after breaking up.
But then, on that thirty-second day, Naruto had gone to Sasuke’s.
“Finally ready to talk?”
“You could have sent me a message, bastard.”
It wasn’t a suitable greeting, and they should have definitely talked. Instead, forgetting everything else because the mere presence of the other after so many days was too much.
Who moved first wasn’t important. It was everything when Sasuke pushed Naruto’s body against the wall once more, bringing their heads close, kissing him, their tongues intertwining, both reciprocating their sharing fervor.
“Mm…”
Sasuke was wearing sweatpants, convenient now for Naruto to slide a hand past the waistband, allowing Sasuke to start unbuttoning his jeans without stopping kissing. Sasuke grunted into the kiss when Naruto cupped him over his underwear, fingers tracing the shape hidden underneath, shifting into a hard erection. This was practice, familiarity with the other’s body as a leg nudged in between Naruto’s legs, breaths catching at the sweet pressure against his crotch, his hand trapped between them before he rocked his hips.
“Thought this was a mistake? We?”
“Shuddup, Sasuke.”
Naruto slipped his hand out, and Sasuke’s vision blurred when, in a sudden motion, he was the one being pushed into another wall. Soon enough, after Naruto dropped onto his knees unceremoniously, fingertips found the head of Sasuke’s cock when it sprang free, sweatpants and underwear being pulled down far enough, all this while looking up at Sasuke, and his blue expression seemed to be imploring.
"I think I can only want you," Naruto said softly as his hands reached forward, letting out a steadying breath as he held and stroked slowly first, blue eyes now staring at Sasuke’s length with open fascination, as though it was the first time.
Sasuke’s cock visibly throbbed, cock hard and weeping with desperation that only Naruto could get from him. It was angry, tempting and pretty in a way, as a large vein ran down the whole erect flesh. It was almost shockingly hot to Naruto’s touch.
“I only think about you, but you know that, don’t you?” Sasuke murmured, his fingertips caressing the side of Naruto’s head.
Naruto shook his head. "I—" he said before closing his mouth, then muttering a "fuck" under his breath. "God, I missed you. I believe I can’t live without you.”
Sasuke swallowed thickly, eyes fixed on the way Naruto stuck out his tongue, getting closer so he gently licked the underside of Sasuke’s cockhead, tip no longer edged with his foreskin. He watched as Naruto sucked him softly around it, the blond man moaning at the familiar taste. Then he became greedy, almost as if asking for that cock to be shoved down his throat, hand wrapping firmly around the base while Naruto continued sucking and swallowing, his pace starting to quicken. They never could get enough; they always wanted more and it didn’t take long for Naruto to slide his lips until his hand moved to Sasuke’s hipbone and his nose touched the skin of Sasuke’s pelvis, sucking hard before pulling off with an obscene wetting noise.
It was obvious why Naruto couldn’t wait any longer to see him, why he would always find his way to Sasuke, and Sasuke wanted to hug him and promise him that his heart would never break from now on, not while he held it in his hands.
Sasuke didn’t say any of that, still feeling himself hurt by remembering how in that whole month he could only feel jealousy and wanted things to go back to the way they were before. He had even imagined himself in front of Naruto demanding he choose between that girl and him, as well as begging him to only have eyes for him. Just like Sasuke had his eyes for Naruto only. But as the days had passed, getting so easily into self-deprecating moods, Sasuke at least realized that some of his thoughts were wrong, that his touches had never been enough to transmit how much love-drunk and lovesick he felt towards Naruto.
Sasuke couldn’t do it with anyone else; he wasn’t interested in anybody else and he had thought that it could be enough for Naruto to read between the lines. That had been egocentric, hadn’t it? Too much of a self-absorbed prick. Too wrong since his life revolved around what Naruto did or didn’t do. His selfish actions had only been bad decisions, an immature way of showing feelings to keep the blonde by his side.
He had earned the opposite result of what he really wanted, scaring the blond away with his attitude and hurting himself the moment he had run away from him. And, of course, stopping communication with Sasuke must have been fair to Naruto. Why wouldn’t anyone walk away from a person who does harm with his actions even if he didn’t want to? Also add a feeling of insecurity, with Sasuke not asking for answers nor knowing what he meant for Naruto.
But things could change. They always could.
"God, Naruto—" Sasuke almost cried, hearing Naruto’s moan as a reply before doing his best to send shivers down Sasuke’s spine. It was a mess, too wet and warm, as Naruto purposefully created more salivation, getting his mouth nice to swallow around the head and down the hard length, leaving it painted with spit when he pulled off. Sasuke barely had to do anything, throwing his head back against the wall as he let out a long moan. God, he loved Naruto's lack of a gag reflex and how he further relaxed his throat to allow Sasuke in. He loved all of him. "F-fuck… It's so good—I fucking love you. Don't stop!"
Somehow, he could sense Naruto’s insides melting, moaning more around the erection in his mouth until the tip was so far down his throat again, and Sasuke couldn't help the small thrust of his hips into that perfect heat. He looked down at Naruto, looking down at his blond lashes damped with tears, and he felt his throat shaking around him before distending, so he took it as permission, holding the blond head in place before curling forward, before giving deeper thrusts into that enticing cavern. “G-God—Oh’h fuck, Naruto… I love you, I… I truly do.”
It was intoxicating.
He thought he could see God as his thrusts stuttered and he came, filling Naruto’s throat before he could stop himself. Naruto kept his lips sealed over the head, swallowing all the thick semen he could, milking Sasuke’s release with little sucks around the tip to clean any excess off of his cock.
They were left breathing heavily as he watched Naruto pull back, looking up at him with stars in his eyes.
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They had moved to Sasuke’s room, to his bed.
Luckily, Itachi was on some business trip, so the mess in the entryway could wait for a little more time. Good, because neither of them could be certain how long they had been staying like this on Sasuke’s bed, limbs entwined.
“I…” Sasuke started, eyes closed and breathing Naruto’s bare chest, realizing that he now had Naruto by his side and he hadn’t gone yet. Not for as long as Sasuke kept him there, softly touching him, sharing soft words and praises. “I was near the point of nausea.”
But Naruto had returned, came back for him and was holding him and that could only be forgiveness, no?
Sasuke continued in a murmur. “...too much jealousy.”
“I’m gonna leave her,” Naruto replied, and they were terrible persons then. “I thought about how I would feel if you, uh, well, found someone else. I almost threw up.”
“Why?”
Sasuke and Naruto pulled back a bit to see each other’s face, their hands intuitively holding each other.
“That’s a real mistake… Can’t deceive someone like her,” Naruto replied, his free hand slipping behind Sasuke’s head to pull him down, pressing their foreheads. Feeling more intimate than seconds before. “Can’t have a jealous lover either…”
“So this isn’t only for sexual dissatisfaction?” Sasuke asked, but there was a teasing tone in his voice, still fragile, still waiting for something else, for a moment to confess and ask for any kind of forgiveness.
To fuck Naruto again but not until at least a part of his mental knot dissipated.
Naruto made a little noise of frustration.
“You may not want to know but... we had sex two times. No, three times,” Naruto said now against Sasuke’s ear, who had shifted over... “I don’t think it was bad at all.”
Sasuke released Naruto’s hand, brow knitted as he stared at Naruto. With a huff, he moved his hand between them, over the soft hair that led him lower his belly button.
“You’re right, I don’t want to know, stupid.”
Naruto’s hands reached up until Sasuke’s face was framed by them, holding him with delicacy, blue eyes tracing each corner of his face and making Sasuke stop any sexual caresses on the blonde’s body to focus on his face too.
“Somehow... she looked a tiny bit like you. Very pale skin, dark hair, soft lips…” Naruto’s eyes flashed something, perhaps possessiveness, before he flashed him a wide, unreserved smile. “But I think my dirty mouth prefers to lick the body you have. You are the person I love.”
It made Sasuke’s chest hurt, and it was time that things turned around for them. To evolve with each day, slowly converting feelings into something entirely unrecognizable but better.
“Yeah?”
“So much.”
Sasuke rested his head on Naruto’s chest, close to his heart, feeling calmer and more at peace than any moment from the last two years.
“I do too, so don’t leave me. Never,” said Sasuke, internally promising commitment even to the unpredictable, but asking for Naruto’s entire attention. “You don’t need anyone else. Just have me.”
They had let lies and guarded words unfold. Words they should have confessed long ago instead of keeping distance between them, afraid of each other, never diving into the deep end unless they had the chance to fuck.
If it had been an insane pattern, they could change it, not necessarily moving away from each other. The two were not a mistake.
At the end, Naruto’s life also revolved around what his best friend, lover and most precious person did or didn’t do. It was as simple as that, like a soulmate who fit perfectly with his other part.
They just had to try not to hurt the other ever again.