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As of right now, Sasuke doesn’t think he could be more content.
For the entire day Naruto and him have been lazing about on Naruto and Sakura’s couch, watching whatever stupid shows Naruto wanted to watch. Frankly, Sasuke has no idea what they’re even watching anymore, he’s been zoning in and out for the last hour, half laying on the couch with a pillow on his lap. He’s pretty sure the show is another cooking one, which would make sense as he sees lots of cooks milling about and getting into stupid arguments over something trivial and stupid.
For some reason Naruto likes these shows. –Or well, not for some reason, Naruto likes these shows because they’re about cooking and Naruto is a certified food-nerd. Not that Sasuke can really judge, because if Naruto is a food-nerd, then Sasuke is just a nerd-nerd considering the Japanese literature that he’s studying. But Sasuke just can’t understand why the fuck these cooks keep arguing with each other.
He glances at Naruto on his left, talking his ear off. Not that Sasuke actually knows what Naruto is talking about, but it’s probably about the show. He’s just been making short humming noises at appropriate times to keep Naruto talking but he’s pretty sure he hasn’t a clue about what Naruto is even talking about.
But honestly, Sasuke is just happy. He has no responsibilities at the moment, all of his schoolwork for the semester is done, he only has one exam left and he’s confident he’s going to ace it. So right now, Sasuke has all the time in the world to lay on Naruto’s couch and let his best friend’s voice wash over him all day.
He doesn’t even know what time it is anymore, they started at like 1pm after Naruto tried a new recipe for some rice dish he had wanted to make, Sasuke has no real idea what it was but it was delicious, and ever since, they had been glued to the couch. It’s still light outside so they haven’t wasted the whole day like that yet, but Sasuke won’t even mind if they do. Their plates are still on the coffee table and Sasuke’s inner neat-freak has half a mind to at least move them to the sink, but alas, coziness wins out over cleanliness.
He’s interrupted from his musings by the sudden lack of Naruto’s voice.
Sasuke blinks some focus into his eyes and sits up to see Naruto looking at him. “Hmm?” he mumbles, still trying to collect his coherency.
Naruto tilts his head slightly and keeps looking at Sasuke. After a moment he asks “Hey Sasuke, can I kiss you?” so casually that it takes a second for Sasuke to comprehend what the fuck he just asked.
Once he does, his blood rushes to his ears and he jerks awake. No fucking way he just heard that correctly. “Huh? What?” he asks quickly, trying not to let his imagination run wild.
Naruto looks amused for a second “I asked if I could kiss you.” He says, again, way too casually for Sasuke’s brain.
He gapes for a little bit, opening and closing his mouth, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. “Wha –why?” He finally manages to choke out.
Naruto keeps that casual demeanor, leaning back on the couch but not taking his eyes off Sasuke, as if this is a thing that they do all the time, to say “I just want to see if I like kissing you.”
And that, that statement should not do the things to Sasuke that it currently does. He is sure his cheeks and ears are bright red as he keeps on gaping like a fish. In his moment of pure confusion he gets out a “hn?” and apparently Naruto takes that as consent.
Naruto leans in very slowly and puts his hand on Sasuke’s jaw, which is tight with tension of what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, this is insane, this is surely not real, did i fall asleep? Naruto’s touch is gentle as he guides Sasuke’s head toward his own. Naruto already closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly and Sasuke is suddenly so sure that this is a dream.
So sure in fact that he does not anticipate actually feeling Naruto’s lips once they touch his own and he twitches a little in surprise at the contact. He’s pretty sure that is his last conscious thought before the fact that Naruto is kissing him kicks in and he suddenly looses all of his coherency.
The kiss isn’t much. Just a simple press of lips, with Sasuke’s own being ice stiff and Naruto’s being so warm and soft but slightly chapped, so very Naruto that it feels insanely familiar, enough that he could almost relax into it. Naruto’s hand on Sasuke’s jaw smooths down the length of his neck and the slight movement of his lips has Sasuke humming the smallest contented sigh before the kiss is over and Naruto is moving out of Sasuke’s space.
Sasuke immediately blushes a deep red in embarrassment at the fact that he just sighed from the lightest kiss Naruto could give him. And then he blushes even more at the fact that oh my fucking god, Naruto just kissed me, I will never forget this. Then he realises that Naruto is actually still here and didn't vanish the second his lips left Sasuke’s and he probably actually heard that sigh Sasuke let out and can see his tomato red head.
He blinks a couple of times in embarrassment, ready to deny everything, or better yet, ignore that anything happened at all, but makes the mistake of looking at Naruto’s face.
Naruto is staring at him so intently that Sasuke starts blinking his eyes again and flushing under the scrutiny. Sasuke attempts to avoid Naruto’s eyes by looking around his face. Regretfully, however, his eyes catch on Naruto’s lips. Y’know, just those very lips that about 10 seconds ago were on top of Sasuke’s own… He immediately tries to banish those thoughts but fails spectacularly as he sees the tip of Naruto’s tongue come out and lick them. Sasuke doesn’t think he will ever forget about Naruto licking his lips after kissing Sasuke.
He’s once again almost convinced that this is a dream until Naruto interrupts him by humming softly.
“Mm yeah, I’m gonna kiss you again.” He says, already leaning back in.
Sasuke opens his mouth to try to say something, which turns out to be a detrimental mistake, as Naruto just closes the distance and slots his mouth over Sasuke’s open one.
Naruto’s mouth muffles the voice of surprise that leaves Sasuke's mouth, making it sound dangerously like a moan that Sasuke does not want to think about thank-you-very-much. Not that he really could, as about 70% of his brain power is being spent on feeling the wet mouth over his own.
Their second kiss is not like the first, quick and soft, one. But rather it is long and languid, drawn out as Naruto moves his mouth expertly over Sasuke’s in a way that has his breath hitching. His hands find themselves on Naruto’s shoulders and chest, repeatedly gripping and ungripping the fabric of Naruto’s sweater. Naruto’s hands know what they’re doing, though. He keeps running one hand down Sasuke’s back, which makes him want to squirm and arch, while the other finds it’s place at Sasuke’s jaw and neck, tilting it anytime Naruto wants better access.
He keeps nipping and sucking on Sasuke’s lips, then running that cursed tongue over the area and it almost makes Sasuke whine. It is a curse upon his dignity, as any tiny noise he let’s out makes Naruto focus on that area and Sasuke cannot keep up with any of it.
After drawing out a small noise from the back of Sasuke’s throat, they break for air. However, Naruto does not go far. Sasuke’s breathing is heavy and his eyes keep unfocusing, he almost feels drunk just from the feeling of having Naruto this close. His lips are warm and swollen, and he can feel Naruto’s breath on him, it makes a chill run up his spine. Naruto’s hand finds purchase at the small of Sasuke’s back, while his own hands are still attempting to grip at Naruto’s shirt.
He curls his hands slightly in his daze, which apparently breaks Naruto’s, because in the next moment Sasuke is being pushed backwards on the couch and Naruto is crawling to sit between his legs, looming over him.
Sasuke tries to blink his eyes into focus again, at this point he’s about 90% sure he has died and gone to heaven. Naruto is just staring at him from between Sasuke’s legs, eyes half lidded but razor focused on Sasuke’s body beneath him. It makes Sasuke blink again in self consciousness and he finds himself envying Naruto’s eyes, which seemingly do not start unfocusing themselves at times when he really needs them to focus.
Like right now, to stare up at the fantasy that has haunted him ever since the start of their second year of high school.
For a long time Naruto had always been quite short and skinny, something Sasuke later learned was because of malnutrition, but by the end of first year Iruka had finally, fully, adopted Naruto and over the summer he suddenly had a massive growth spurt that made him taller by at least 15 centimeters. Of course not as tall as Sasuke was, but it was quite the shock to come back from summer holidays spent only with his parents to Naruto being way taller than he’d been when Sasuke left.
But that wasn’t what ruined Sasuke’s miserable life for the next months. No, what ruined his life was the fact that Naruto was built. Apparently once his body didn’t have to worry about using the little energy he had, mainly from instant ramen, to keep up his basic bodily functions, Naruto found out that he could build muscle quite easily. Who would’ve thought? Not Sasuke. No, he didn’t realise until he came back from summer vacation to Naruto’s shirts not fitting anymore because his shoulders and chest got so broad.
For all of the start of second year, Sasuke kept having almost nightly dreams of this very position, of wrestling with Naruto and getting pinned down, with Naruto sweaty and on top of him, of having sleepovers and waking up to Naruto looming over him, never taking his eyes off him, of Naruto pushing him back onto the kitchen table, while whatever food Naruto was making simmered in the background.
He kept waking up at night, sweaty and painfully hard at the image of Naruto’s body over his. Unfortunately for him, that left him grumpy and irritable for the rest of the day and he kept snapping at anyone in range. It also didn’t help that every time he looked at Naruto, he would see the one of his dreams looking back. Sakura still makes fun of him for the drool incident (He is not talking about the drool incident.)
So for at least the first half of second year in high school he was very angry, but his dick was vey happy. Unfortunately, that did not help his education.
Now, it was even worse. Naruto had grown a lot stronger and bigger. At the end of senior year he’d had a considerably smaller but still significant growth spurt and ended up only a couple inches shorter than Sasuke. He’d grown into his features, his jaw got sharper and face lost the baby fat that still clung to him at the end of their schooling. Of course he also got bigger and somewhat softer as well. While his metabolism was still absolutely insane, he’d lost some of the angularity that came with a high muscle to fat ratio, overall he just felt more solid now.
A little stupidly, Sasuke realises that this incident will most certainly ruin his life for, probably, forever. But he also doesn’t care, because he’s still not entirely sure whether whatever is happening is a dream or not. Anyway, it seems he has had too many coherent thoughts because Naruto comes surging back down to Sasuke’s lips and this time pushes his mouth open with that horrible, horrible, tongue.
The muscle licks over his lips and teeth in a way that has Sasuke muffling a whine and then finally joins Sasuke’s own in his mouth. They tangle and Immediately Sasuke is knocking his head back, quite uncomfortably on the armrest, as he arches his back into Naruto and lets out a breathy moan. Naruto’s hands find themselves on Sasuke’s back again, cradling it and pushing it against Naruto’s body. Sasuke tries to blink away the embarrassment of his moan only for Naruto to grunt softly at the feel of Sasuke’s tongue around his. That little noise goes straight to Sasuke’s dick and he’s pretty sure all of the rest of the blood in his head do too.
Naruto licks the roof of his mouth and, as Sasuke arches into Naruto again, he ruts against Naruto’s leg and lets out an openmouthed moan into Naruto’s mouth. As the sound leaves his body Sasuke hits his head against the armrest again and Naruto stops for a second.
The reprieve of a breath of fresh air is needed, but it also makes him hyperaware of the way Naruto is looking at him. Sasuke feels a moment of panic over the fact that Naruto has suddenly stopped touching him, but it’s quickly overwritten as Naruto presses one of his knees onto Sasuke’s quickly growing erection. Sasuke jerks, head hitting that damn armrest, it’s becoming slightly painful right about now, and lets out a clipped breath. Naruto tilts his head slightly, and then bends down, reaching for something on the floor. Sasuke tries very hard not to whine at the way Naruto presses against every part of his body. He doesn’t think he is being very successful.
Naruto returns with the very same pillow that previously rested on Sasuke’s lap and urges Sasuke to raise his head a little with a hand on his neck. As Sasuke does, Naruto places the pillow in between his head and the armrest of the couch. He smiles when Sasuke thumps his head back onto the cushion, too languid to bother holding himself up, and Sasuke swoons. He suddenly hopes that if Naruto is worried about his comfort, then he should expect this to last quite a while.
Naruto’s break over, he dives back in. Sasuke is very glad about this, we was already missing Naruto’s tongue and considering the merits of dying of asphyxiation just for the sake of never parting with it again in his life.
Head newly cushioned, he doesn’t mind arching right into Naruto’s body as Naruto’s hands start roaming around his sides and back. He moves his hands up and down over his spine, feeling the slight ridges and bumps his spine makes over– um no, his hands are decidedly under Sasuke’s shirt and he feels the calloused fingers right on the thin skin of his back. Sasuke squirms and stutters a breath. He tightens his grip on Naruto’s shoulders and whines, again, when Naruto presses his knee on his boner.
He keeps keening and twitching as Naruto’s hands move over his skin with no regard for how his shirt starts bunching up, just barely covering his chest. His back is completely bare now, but Naruto doesn’t stop his roaming hands even though Sasuke squirms and whines around his mouth. Naruto trails his spine more times than Sasuke can count until one hand starts branching out over his ribs. He keeps brushing his fingers just around his nipple, never actually touching it, to the point that Sasuke grows a bit irritated and bites Naruto’s lip in retribution.
Naruto yelps in surprise and breaks the kiss to look at the annoyed frown on Sasuke’s face, his hands stilling, and Sasuke uses that as his opportunity to drag a hand from Naruto’s shoulder to the hand just by his chest and over his nipple. Sasuke whines and arches again, his dick twitching against Naruto’s leg, which he must feel because Sasuke manages to focus enough to see Naruto’s pupils dilate even wider than before.
Realising what he’d done, Sasuke blinks again in self consciousness, as his face blooms red, and attempts to cover his stomach and chest again by smoothing down his shirt and closing his legs around Naruto. This, however, proves absolutely futile, when Naruto huffs a short laugh and grabs a hold of Sasuke’s hands.
He pins them over Sasuke’s head on the armrest and starts rubbing circles into his palms, all while pressing even closer to Sasuke and manoeuvring his knees under Sasuke’s ass to press their erections together. Sasuke’s eyes widen at the feel of Naruto’s tent against his and he bites down another moan when Naruto rocks himself closer while capturing Sasuke’s mouth again.
Naruto’s fingers tracing soft circles are maddeningly distracting and his torso, bent over Sasuke’s own, rubbing his bulge against Sasuke’s, makes him hook his ankles together at Naruto’s lower back in an effort to gather some sort of control. At the feel of Sasuke rocking against him, Naruto grunts again and returns to terrorising Sasuke’s mouth with vigor .
Naruto keeps nipping and dragging Sasuke’s lips, almost as if Sasuke biting him was some sort of permission to be rougher. Sasuke pants into Naruto’s mouth, feeling like his whole body is being reduced to a puddle. Mindlessly, he tries to free his arms to hook them over Naruto’s neck, but Naruto’s hands are infinitely stronger than him with his stupid affinity to growing muscle. Which isn’t fair, by the way, it’s not like Sasuke doesn’t exercise, but Naruto is just too strong, it’s almost as if he doesn’t even feel Sasuke trying to wiggle out of his hold. Traitorously, his dick gives another twitch at that thought.
At some point, Sasuke must lose all concept of time.
After what simultaneously feels like minutes and hours, Naruto sits up again. Sasuke’s legs are still hooked behind Naruto’s back, but he lets go of the arms above Sasuke’s head. However with how hard Sasuke is panting, he doesn’t even bother moving them, his head muffled with pleasure.
Naruto’s hands find their way back to Sasuke’s waist, lazily holding the sides of it just above his navel. He doesn’t move them, just looks at Sasuke, panting, halflidded and red in the face, completely loose on the couch under Naruto. Which, Sasuke doesn’t understand what he’s doing. Or why, more like. He thinks there are much more productive things they could be doing, and all of them include Naruto’s lips back on Sasuke.
He wiggles a little, with the slight amount of strength left in his body, tries to stretch himself a little more, lay down a little more languidly, hoping to look seductive enough that Naruto keeps going.
But Naruto doesn't continue, the only movement being the soft circles his thumbs start making on his waist, which is better, but not what Sasuke wants. Instead Naruto’s eyes keep moving, roaming over Sasuke’s body laid in front of him like his hands did, man he misses those hands. Sasuke frowns lightly.
Naruto’s expression changes, his eyes glint lightly with mischief and his mouth gains an upwards tilt. Detaching a hand from Sasuke’s waist, he brings it up to Sasuke’s hair. He cards his fingers through it a couple of times, then strokes his cheek softly before pressing the thumb to Sasuke’s lip.
He's is startled by the sound of Naruto’s voice, “Yes, I do really like kissing you Sasuke.”
His voice is lower, a little huskier than before but tinged in amusement like this afternoon when he made fun of Sasuke for not being able to tell apart the spice plants they keep on the kitchen counter–
It is at this point that Sasuke realises he’s been played a fool. However he also does not give a fuck that Naruto is making fun of him and is more upset about the facts that Naruto is no longer sticking his tongue down Sasuke’s throat.
So, he settles for the next best option, which is Naruto’s hand, still pressing on his lower lip. He brings down his hands and takes a hold of the hand resting on his jaw, then he holds it to his mouth and starts kissing it. He nips at it’s fingertips softly and licks at the skin between fingers lightly, all while making direct eye-contact with Naruto. Kissing the hand that feeds or something like that, his Japanese literature brain has been reduced to mush and is in no condition to make such connections.
For the first time that evening Naruto looks bashful and flushed, his other hand tightening it’s grip on Sasuke’s waist. Which Sasuke likes as well, but what Sasuke really wants for Naruto to do, is to continue kissing him. Naruto swallows when he arches of the couch enough for his shirt to roll down some more to uncover more of his chest and Sasuke smirks a little at the widening of his eyes. Locking eyes with Naruto, he grinds his hips down on Naruto’s lap and, with a raspy voice, says, “Yeah, I quite like it as well.”
Naruto’s face flushes quite pleasantly but he grins, more boyish and cheerful like usual instead of foxy and mischievous like before.
“Yeah?” He asks, leaning in.
“Yeah.” Sasuke breathes and hooks his arms around Naruto’s neck, very pleased with himself.
-
Sakura comes home late, the sun set hours ago and she’s really just excited to go to bed.
Do not get her wrong, she loves her job. Being a doctor has been her dream since she was a little girl, well except for middle school when she was too busy fangirling over Sasuke Uchiha of all people. At least she got over that relatively quickly and discovered the wonderful world of women in high school. She is very happy to be considered one of Sasuke’s best friends, but she would not want to date that bastard any more than she wants to date Naruto. Not that she and Naruto ever tried that, let’s not talk about it.
Regardless, she loves her job. Every day she is that much closer to her dream of becoming a doctor, she’s learned so much and is ever grateful of the opportunities she has learning under some of the best doctors around. But gods have they been so short staffed lately. It feels like every day they have more and more patients needing to be examined and treated and less and less nurses who are able to do that. And of course, being at the very bottom of the pecking order, it is her who is sent on fetch quests and the most boring evaluations.
She understands that she is doing valuable and important work, that is directly aiding the actual doctors at the hospital save lives and help people yadda, yadda. But Jesus fucking christ does it feel demeaning when that stupid fifty-year-old doctor looks at her and tells her to go fetch his lunch from the breakroom fridge! She’s not a maid for fucks sake do it yourself you old fart!
At least Lady Tsunade, the head surgeon, usually makes her do actual work. But those days she works for her are some of the most grueling by far in her work week. It is incredible to watch her work and help her in any way possible, but she really and truly makes her work.
So yes, Sakura is so very, very, tired and she would like to just crash into bed. Maybe Naruto will be nice enough to her in the morning and make her breakfast, he’s always had a soft spot for her puppy-eyes.
Frankly living with him has maybe, a teensy bit, spoiled her when it comes to food. The food he made to her as an apology for missing that group presentation day that cost the three of them half their grade was still honestly, to this day, the only reason she forgave him of. And taking that position at that high-end restaurant downtown has only served his culinary abilities, even if they still mostly only let him prepare the ingredients for the day.
So, with thoughts of Naruto’s food filling her brain she twists the key in the lock and enters their shared apartment. She immediately notices Sasuke’s shoes by the entrance.
That isn’t at all surprising, Sasuke comes over all the time. Unlike Sakura, Sasuke still lives with his family. Being very traditional and having a big case of empty nest syndrome, as Itachi moved away some years ago, his parents are very reluctant to let Sasuke move out. Especially after Sasuke expressed desire to go study literature instead of continuing the in legacy of the Uchiha family business.
Now that had been an argument. She still remembers Sasuke working up the courage to tell his parents and grandparents that he didn’t want to follow in their footsteps, and she remembers how miserable he had been after he had been instantly shot down. It took Itachi convincing Mikoto and then together convincing Fugaku until the Uchiha patriarch agreed. And only with the compromise that Sasuke would live at home until he found a stable job in the field.
So Sasuke comes over a lot, to the point that he sleeps on their couch most weekends and knows where all their cups and mugs and the speciality cutlery that Naruto likes to get is, and where their first aid package is, and extra blankets and pillows are. He literally has Naruto’s spare key for the apartment, most of the bookshelves they have are filled with his books and his shinai and other kendo equipment have found their permanent home next to their front door, being that the kendo studio is only a couple minutes walk from their apartment. He basically lives there some weeks when his extended family visits and criticises his choice of education.
Sakura cannot understand how Sasuke managed to get interested in japanese literature of all things, considering that their teacher in high school was Hatake Kakashi, who spent half their lessons talking about the weird historical porn written in various periods over japanese history. Sakura certainly didn’t get anything out of it and neither did Naruto considering that group project. But somehow he did, and Sakura will support his decision wholeheartedly, and sometimes that means living with two roommates instead of just one.
So she was aware that he was coming over today, him and Naruto like watching shows on saturday afternoons and Sakura joins them whenever she doesn’t have work or school.
What she was not expecting was walking in on her two best friends making out on her couch, that she bought and paid for.
The nerve.
Oh yeah, finally, she’s so happy for them and all that, blah blah blah, It’s her couch! Sasuke was there when they went to pick it out, he literally saw her pay for it with her shitty paycheck from that store clerk job. Now he has the nerve to be kissed senseless on it– ew.
Actually, she doesn’t want to see this.
Naruto so owes her breakfast, lunch and dinner as well actually. If there are any stains on that couch when she comes back in the morning she is making them pay for it.
Sakura backtracks from the kitchen back to the front door and puts her shoes back on. “Hey, Ino? Yeah I’m coming over, Naruto and Sasuke finally got over themselves. Yeah it's disgusting-”