Chapter Text
Sasuke is fucked—
completely, utterly fucked and it is his own fucking fault for ending up in this situation because he had been angry, and horny, and frustrated, and wanted to piss Sakura off for always pushing and tearing at his boundaries.
At the party, they had been kissing for a while and Sasuke was drunk enough to endure that without telling her to fuck off even though she couldn’t keep her hands to herself; but then she had whispered into his ear that she wanted to suck his dick in one of the empty, unlocked bedrooms they were in—and that was something Sasuke didn’t want to do with her, so he told her.
She had screamed at him that she deserved more, that things like sucking someone off at a party were normal things to do as a couple, so what is his fucking problem. She wants to touch him. She wants Sasuke to touch her. What is wrong with him, she asked. She made an embarrassing mess of herself while she cried uncontrollably, her make-up smudging all over her face—Sasuke had told her to pick the waterproof kind, and look, he was right—and then fled the scene when he couldn’t give more than a relatively uninterested shrug as an answer.
At first, Sasuke had been relieved because it also meant he could finally go home and watch a movie in peace, far away from those stinky, drunk idiots that wouldn’t remember anything of their crimes when they woke up. But then he saw him again on his way out—and Sasuke stopped in his tracks, watching the picture unfold before him:
Naruto stuck his tongue inside that girl's throat—black hair and porcelain skin, just like Sasuke; but she was gifted with things Sasuke didn’t have and lacked other parts Naruto could easily live without. He had pressed her against the wall, rubbing hungrily against her curves.
Sasuke had felt so sick, his stomach flipping like he was about to vomit—but he couldn’t stop watching either, he couldn’t bring his feet to walk away. It was so easy to replace her with himself, imagining all the things Naruto would do to him instead.
Jealousy crept through Sasuke’s veins like poison, clouding his mind—
which was why he had dragged Naruto in that closet as soon as he had let go of Hinata for whatever godsent reason, pulled those ugly pants down and sucked him off until Sasuke could taste him on his tongue, hungrily gulping everything down to make him a part of himself, to be possessed by him.
The funny thing is that Naruto had let him, even after he learned that it was Sasuke pulling him in there. Well, it wasn’t really surprising, he guesses. Naruto had already been aroused when Sasuke spotted him and the way Naruto had been gulping down the alcohol when they met at the table earlier, he probably was drunk enough, so he probably didn’t care much to whom that mouth belonged to as long as it made him feel good. Not so funny is the fact that Sasuke came into his pants alone from giving that idiot a blowjob.
He doesn't like what power Naruto holds over him. Which is why he needs to stay away from him from now on and forget about this stupid, stupid crush he has.
The thing is, he doesn’t even like Naruto—with his boisterous, blinding personality, always way too loud for Sasuke’s liking, and his bright smile; the idiot is always smiling. Gods, and those blue eyes—blue like the ocean in the midst of summer; Sasuke wants to bathe in them until his lungs deflate and his heart stops beating.
Everytime Naruto looks at him, he feels on fire.
Sasuke thinks Naruto is hot. Like, really fucking hot. But that is all there is. A purely physical attraction. Sasuke usually doesn’t have those which is why all of this is so embarrassingly out of his control. Life was easier when he didn’t feel sexual attraction towards dumb jocks. But shouldn’t the spell have been broken by now? Sasuke kissed him, he even fucking tasted his cum—isn’t that how sexual tension is resolved usually? Then why does he find himself thinking even more about that idiot, fantasizing about kissing him again and again and again and again and again like Sasuke’s sole purpose on this maddened earth is to crave the other’s touch.
And why was he jealous when Naruto kissed Hinata? Why does he care?
Fuck, okay, maybe he doesn’t hate him completely either. Naruto is kind and tries to help everyone around him to the point it has negative consequences for himself. He is goofy, an idiot, but there is also something inside Naruto that draws people in. And Sasuke, on a rational level, understands why people compare him to the sun. If Naruto is the sun, then Sasuke is the moon—there is no way in heaven they are compatible in the slightest. He just doesn’t understand why his brain won’t have any of that.
Three days after the party Sasuke had broken up with Sakura, no longer wanting to play her little game. He couldn’t stand hearing her talk about some stupid people doing even stupider things, he couldn’t smell her sweet, sugary perfume without getting a strong headache and, worst of all, he couldn’t kiss her anymore without feeling sick.
Now she has him blocked on all social media.
Sasuke couldn’t be happier. He doesn’t care about the rumors she has spread about him; on the other hand, he finds it even quite amusing that she has told people he can’t get it up, even though she tried to be so patient and waited but the moment never came, so it was time to move on. Sex wasn’t the most important thing for her of course, but she wanted to be physically close to her boyfriend, isn’t that understandable, women had needs too, it is only natural and yadda yadda yadda—if people keep their distance because of that, Sasuke considers sending her a bouquet for making his life easier.
A week has passed since their breakup and Sasuke thought things were slowly turning back to their usual, boring normal where people watched and whispered when he was around but left him alone otherwise—until Naruto had started to turn his attention back to Sasuke, looking for him in every class they shared.
Naruto would barge in one or two minutes too late and then he would search for Sasuke’s face, occupying the usual empty chair next to him. Naruto would pretend he listens to the lecture first and then their knees or fingers would brush for the split of a second like it was an accident or mere coincidence. Sasuke finds Naruto staring at him, only dumbly grining in response when Sasuke demands to know what the actual fuck his problem is.
The second the lecture ends Naruto will open his mouth and say something to him—he doesn’t know what because Sasuke puts his headphones on as fast as possible and leaves the room. He doesn’t care what Naruto has to say. He doesn’t want to know if he remembers the party or not. He wants to forget all of this happened, so he flees. Which would be something he could work with—if Naruto didn’t come after him, follow him into the cafeteria or library, always smiling so dumbly with all teeth it makes Sasuke’s blood boil—he would even slip notes into Sasuke’s backpack sometimes or try to snap his headphones out of Sasuke’s hands. So Sasuke doesn’t go out as much anymore and studies in his dorm room instead.
Although Sasuke is already so deep in that he follows Naruto's Instagram profile with a fake account to look at his photos and stories, always hungry for more material to include in his mental album to search through on lonely nights. He tries not to, okay. But when he sees that brown, athletic body on his feed he can’t not look at it. Naruto posts way too many shirtless photos anyway. Sasuke doesn’t know who he needs to impress. He isn’t even that bulky.
This childish crush will cease soon, Sasuke is sure. There is absolutely nothing to like about Naruto. Besides the warmth he radiates so effortlessly like he runs hotter than other people or that lopsided smile that lets Sasuke’s heart unwillingly stutter in his chest. No. Nothing. Nothing remotely positive.
Anyway.
He still needs to follow up on the Cognitive Psychology lecture of today.
*
Sasuke steps out of the shower, feeling as good as new, and wraps himself in a big, soft towel. His neck hurts a little from sitting for hours at his desk where he wrote an endless amount of flashcards on how people perceive the world and how reality is nothing more than a construct our brains need to function in this world.
He takes the lotion out of his cupboard and puts it on his whole body—he tends to shower hot and it makes his skin a little dry—before he slips into a comfortable black crop top—an old Bullet For My Valentine shirt he cut short— and equally black sweatpants. Like every time, he also puts a small amount of lavender oil behind his ears and wrists. It calms him down when he is stressed which he basically always is nowadays due to his studies and a certain blond idiot.
After airing the room he closes the window again and grabs his phone to check his messages and order some pizza. He is going to watch a movie on Netflix that his brother recommended to him a few days ago, not going out this weekend. Melancholia, a study of nihilism and fatalism, showing the audience how life is just an empty vessel for the flesh to be formed, to be constrained until it isn’t anymore.
There is a new message from Suigetsu.
Suigetsu
last seen at 10:24 pm
got a surprise for you 😜 thank me later
You
You know I don’t like surprises.
Suigetsu immediately answers—something isn’t right.
Suigetsu
currently online
HAHA just wait
Sasuke closes the chat with an annoyed look, no longer wanting to waste his time with one of his idiot friends and opens the app of the delivery service to finally order food. It is Friday evening and the pizza will take its time to arrive, so he needs to do it now before he gets really hungry.
He lights some candles to set the mood and decides to check his social media while waiting. Sasuke likes the new photos of his brother and his fianceé on vacation and watches the Instagram story of Karin—it is a blurry video and shows his friends dancing in the disco he didn’t want to go to with them today. Suigetsu smiles with his sharp-like teeth into the camera and pokes out his tongue. Karin hits him on his head and then the video ends.
Next he switches his accounts and clicks on Naruto's profile even though he promised himself to check it only once a day. There is a story about two frogs sitting in their aquarium and the caption reads something about cute and new food and happy birthday and Sasuke clicks it away, eyes rolling. Naruto is such a nerd sometimes.
The following story doesn’t disappoint though—it shows Naruto from his neck down, he is naked besides his orange swim trunks which deliciously cling to his body, looking like they are still wet. The blond lies in the grass, his hairy, buff legs crossed and a few remaining water drops glisten on his stomach, abs clearly showing. Sasuke wonders how often Naruto hits the gym alongside his weekly basketball training to look like that.
It isn’t like Sasuke does nothing for his body; he regularly goes to his judo sessions and he likes to jog in the morning when everyone is still asleep and the world is quiet, so he isn’t weak, no, but it is just that—Naruto looks really strong—like he could handle Sasuke with ease, even if he misbehaved, he could probably force him to—
someone knocks at Sasuke’s door and his smartphone almost flies out of his hand as he flinches in surprise. He looks at his watch—only fifteen minutes have passed since he ordered his pizza, they are unusually fast today and didn’t he write in the notes that they should put the pizza in front of his door and leave? Contactless ordering his ass.
Sasuke huffs while standing up and opens the door—
“Hey,” Naruto greets him with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head. “I thought—”
Sasuke slams the door shut as soon as his brain registers it isn’t the pizza delivery guy standing before him. His heart begins to hammer inside his chest like he has seen a murder. What—why the fuck is Naruto here?
“Go think somewhere else, moron. Leave me alone.”
It is quiet for a moment, then Naruto sighs behind the door. “Sasuke, please open the door.”
“No. Go away.”
“But we need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. Fuck off, Naruto,” Sasuke hisses, moving away from the door. He hates how his body immediately reacts to Naruto’s presence; his hands and armpits are getting wet, he feels so hot and his heart triples a few times—this is not okay. This needs to stop. It won’t if Naruto doesn’t leave him alone for fuck’s sake! And what does Naruto want to talk to him about anyway? There is nothing to talk about. He was horny and had a little too much to drink at that damn party, is all.
“Just give me one chance, Sasuke. I don’t wanna do this here with all the people being able to hear what I have to say to you.”
“No,” Sasuke hisses even though he feels his resolve waver inside of him. Naruto sounds earnest, like—like he has something really important to tell him. Sasuke doesn’t want to hear it. No. No. Things aren’t going to change if he allows Naruto inside. What has happened between them was an accident at most, nothing more.
He doesn’t open the door.
It sounds like Naruto leans against the door, the fabric of his clothing moving against the wooden door. “Five minutes, please. Then I’ll leave you alone. I promise but please open the door.”
“Fuck off,” Sasuke inisists, his hands balled to fists as he forces himself to stay where he is. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Naruto growls, and fabric is shifting again. “Good, have it your way then, asshole. I don't care.”
Sasuke stares at the door, waiting. Naruto usually doesn’t quit so soon but he can’t hear him anymore. Maybe the heart beating inside his ears is too loud. Did he really go already? That—then why did he come in the first place? Did he really think Sasuke would voluntarily talk to him when he just asked nicely enough—he didn’t even really ask, just stated—
a key turns in his door.
What the fuck, Sasuke thinks.
“Suigetsu told me you would react like this,” Naruto grumbles, taking a deep breath in as he enters Sasuke’s room and swiftly closes the door behind him with his heel. He looks at his feet, clearly in thought, shakes his head and looks up again—then dumbly stares at Sasuke, his eyes dropping up and down, then up yet again.
Sasuke feels like he is set on fire under the gaze that doesn’t hide what Naruto thinks at all . He vaguely registers Suigetsu’s name falling over Naruto’s lips but it doesn’t trigger any particular emotion in him.
“I—uhm, I wanted—” Naruto mumbles, eyes fixated on the part of Sasuke’s stomach that isn’t hidden under the crop top. Which is most of it. He clears his throat and collects himself. “Why are you always running away from me?”
“I’m not,” Sasuke answers, crossing his arms before his chest and trying to forget the look inside Naruto’s eyes. “I simply don’t like you.”
Naruto raises his eyebrows, looking amused all of a sudden. Sasuke wants to punch him in the face, punch away that smug grin growing on Naruto’s pretty mouth. “I don’t believe you, Sasuke. Stop lying to me but most importantly to yourself, okay?”
“What! Why should I be lying?”
“Don’t you think I see how you look at me?” Naruto huffs, chuckling. “You probably don’t. But, Sas, really—you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are. Just admit you like me.”
“Over my dead body,” Sasuke bites out, scrunching his face in discontent. He tries to look determined even though he can feel his face burn in shame—he just hopes it is dark enough in his room that Naruto can’t tell he is blushing. What—what does Naruto want from him anyway? Why is it so important to admit he likes him—
“So you sucked my dick because you hate my guts?”
“I—I have been—” Sasuke stammers, closing his mouth again when he doesn’t find the right words to explain the chaos of making his fake girlfriend mad on purpose and being incredibly attracted to an idiot which really is frustrating. It leads to bad decisions when alcohol is involved, okay. God, why does his face burn so much—he isn’t thirteen anymore. “I was drunk.”
Naruto steps closer. “You could have fucked your girlfriend, I bet she would have loved that. I mean, she doesn’t get tired of telling almost everyone on campus. But you didn’t. Out of all the people you could have chosen, you dragged the one you supposedly hate so much you can’t even talk to them for a few minutes with you?”
Sighing, Naruto takes his head into his hands. “I know it was you, Sasuke. Stop pretending.”
“I didn’t really try to keep my identity a secret that day,” Sasuke answers, trying not to sound as panicked as he feels—like a fly trapped in the spider’s web as Naruto halts right before him.
Naruto’s eyes are a storm on the sea, the blue crashing against him like waves, pulling him into the depths of the water, foaming and restless filling his lungs until he is unable to breath.
“I am not talking about the party,” Naruto points out and warm, long fingers snake around his wrist. Sasuke feels frozen, his body isn’t moving even though he screams at it to run, run, run— “You came kissing me in that cabin, right?”
“I didn’t,” Sasuke protests, gulping.
“Sakura saw you,” Naruto tells him, smiling that stupid lopsided smile that makes Sasuke’s knee shake and spreads honey through Sasuke’s veins. He steps closer so Sasuke has to back off if he doesn’t want them to crash. Naruto doesn’t stop until Sasuke feels the coldness of his wall burn on his skin. “And let me bet—there is a scar on your left hip bone?”
“There isn’t, moron, what are you—”
“Then show me,” Naruto insists, his eyes dipping down. “Take your shirt off.”
“I’m not taking my shirt off, idiot—”
“Take it off or I’ll make you do it,” Naruto says, gripping harder at Sasuke’s wrist, it hurts, and Sasuke’s dick throbs excitedly in his pants as the atmosphere shifts to uncertain terrain. Naruto looks at him like he is ready to swallow him whole and it makes Sasuke’s head dizzy, letting him forget about the anger he is supposed to feel. Anticipation is prickling on his skin like starlight. “I’m not going to ask again.”
“Fuck off,” Sasuke spits into Naruto’s face, his heartbeat pulsating loudly in his ears, and then his world spins and turns and he is pushed on his bed, his back hitting his mattress so fast the air is pushed out of his lungs. Naruto crawls over him, pinning Sasuke’s hand over his head, holding them so effortlessly in place.
“You’re so pathetic,” Naruto chuckles darkly, a warm hand raising his crop top until it rests under his chin, fingers hungrily spreading over his chest and his right nipple. Sasuke shudders, inhaling sharply and Naruto’s fingers move further down. “You know, sometimes I think you’re like that because you want me to hurt you.”
Sasuke gulps down the spit in his mouth and turns his head, looking away. His whole face burns with discomfort.
Naruto’s finger brushes for a moment under the waistband of his shorts, teasing, then Naruto decides it is much more convenient to pull Sasuke’s sweatpants down until his pubic hair shows. Then Naruto’s thumb rubs gently against his hip bone, his warm breath fawning over Sasuke’s face.
“I knew it,” Naruto mumbles quietly, looking at the raised, rough patch of skin like it is something precious and then leans down, his nose brushing against Sasuke’s neck, dragging it along the skin, breathing in shakingly. “Admit it.”
“There is nothing to admit,” Sasuke murmurs, squirming under Naruto’s body. “Let go of me.”
Naruto licks the spot right behind Sasuke’s ear, chuckles, and his own resolve slowly but surely breaks down bit by bit. “I can feel how hard you are, Sasuke,” Naruto chuckles, grabbing Sasuke’s dick through his pants, massaging it roughly just to prove a point. “This is all on you, Sasuke. You didn’t want it any other way, so don’t complain now. Tell me the truth.”
Sasuke quivers, “I…”
“That’s a nice start,” Naruto encourages him, biting Sasuke’s earlobe. Then he takes his hand away from Sasuke’s pants and Sasuke barely holds back a sound of complaint. God, he really is pathetic. Naruto is right. Just like that Hyūga girl. “But you’ll have to give me more than that.”
“You already know,” Sasuke pants, pressing his eyes together to hush away from those endless depths of water staring into his soul, drowning him. “You just said so. Get off."
“I don’t care,” Naruto says, biting Sasuke’s left shoulder. “I want to hear it from your pretty mouth.”
Sasuke gasps at the pain. “I… you’re right. I kissed you.”
“Good boy,” Naruto smiles, kissing his cheek like he did something particularly good. “Now tell me what you really want me to do to you.”
Sasuke wants to hide behind his hands but Naruto’s grip is relentless, pushing his fists further into the mattress. The sharp pain goes right to dick, pumping it up, and Sasuke feels his shorts go wet as precum drips out of it. He is going to punch Naruto in the face, just not right now, but when this is over, and he knows how Naruto’s dick feels inside him. Just once. Naruto wants it just like he does. It’s fine.
“I—”
“Look at me when you tell me,” Naruto interrupts him, sounding breathless, taking Sasuke’s chin into his thumb and forefinger as he turns his head. “Open your eyes.”
Sasuke gulps and bites his lip—this is so embarrassing—he hates him for making him feel so… so… raw.
He slowly opens his eyes and stares right into Naruto’s slightly flushed face, mouth agape, waiting.
“Just fuck me already,” he sighs.
Naruto’s face breaks into a wolfish smile, sharp and all teeth. “That I can do.”
In one swift motion he turns Sasuke on his stomach, pulling his sweatpants with his shorts down and throws them on the floor. Sasuke’s sensitive cock rubs against the mattress, making him groan quietly. He stretches his ass a little higher to get away from the contact and strong, big hands squeeze it roughly.
“Where do you have your lube?” Naruto’s breath crashes against Sasuke’s ear.
“Under my pillow,” Sasuke drawls, pointing at the head section of his bed.
Naruto grabs the lube—and something purple peeks out under the pillow too. Naruto throws the pillow away, taking Sasuke’s vibrator into his hands.
“Fuck,” he moans and Sasuke feels his hard cock press against his ass, “I’m going to put that inside you next time, Sasuke.”
Sasuke is only able to muster a whimper when one finger covered in lube slips inside him, moving impatiently in and out, and Naruto breathes wetly into his ear before his mouth presses kisses on his neck, then his shoulder; and then Naruto bites down, hard, and another finger follows as Sasuke screams into the mattress, overwhelmed by the sensation put on his body.
“Ass higher,” Naruto reminds him, hot breath fawning over the fresh wound on his shoulder and puts a third finger inside him in appreciation for following his orders. When Naruto bends his fingers inside him and hits that certain spot, Sasuke feels white-hot arousal conquer his body, halting his thoughts completely.
“I can take it, fuck me, come on—” Sasuke gasps, thrusting his ass against Naruto’s fingers and the blond curses, pulls his fingers out of Sasuke’s ass and pushes his head down instead.
“Now you’re talking?” Naruto chuckles and shivers run down Sasuke’s spine while he can’t breathe properly through the linen in front of his mouth. He hears his bottle of lube being opened again and Naruto’s warmth disappears for a moment, making Sasuke cry softly as cold hits his sensitive skin.
Sasuke’s hands curl into his blanket when he feels Naruto position himself behind him, his hard cock skimming over his ass, leaving a wet trail behind. Naruto grabs him at his hip, pulling him backwards and then he sinks in, slowly, giving Sasuke not enough time to adjust to him before he takes up the speed, thrusting in harder.
Closing his eyes, Sasuke concentrates on the way Naruto makes him feel so good and right. He can hear Naruto’s balls clash against his ass every time he sinks in again, every time a bit rougher than before, it is so obscene, but Naruto’s moans are getting louder, more erratic and so does his thrusting—then Naruto’s right hand runs around his waist until it reaches Sasuke’s cock, clenching down, and it is too much.
Sasuke cums, panting loudly into the linen and it is already so wet from his spit but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care when Naruto pushes his fingers inside his mouth, making him gag on them.
“Shit,” Naruto breathes shakingly, and then Sasuke feels him ejaculating inside of him.
They don’t move for a few moments, just lying there in bliss as their breathing slowly falls back into control, Naruto’s forehead touching Sasuke’s back and his hair tickling him slightly as he presses small kisses on Sasuke’s spine.
Chuckling, Naruto slips out of him and rolls around, throwing himself into the mattress next to Sasuke.
Naruto smiles brilliantly at him, eyes big and full of warmth like a switch has turned him back into his happy puppy self. What the fuck. “I really, really like you, Sasuke.”
Sasuke is too tired to protest much and a smile is already tugging on the corner of his lips.
“I like you, too usuratonkachi.”
“Heh. I knew it. Can you say it again?”
“No.”
“Please!”
“No.”
Naruto’s eyes harden into ice as he grabs Sasuke possessively by his chin, his voice dropping a few octaves as he speaks. “You need me to punish you first?”
Sasuke gulps, feeling the heat inside his stomach flare to life again and with that, the blood flows inside his cheeks, coloring them red from embarrassment.
“You really like it when I say stuff like that, huh?” Naruto laughs and leans back, pulling Sasuke on his chest. Sasuke doesn’t find it in him to protest as his heart keeps stuttering. The kisses planted on his head aren't helping. “Is it okay if I stay the night?”
Sasuke sighs, closing his eyes. “Yes.”
*
“There is pizza in front of your door, y’know.”