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Naruto, huffing, dropped the last box of Sasuke’s stuff on the floor of his new apartment. For senior year Sasuke had gotten a one bedroom apartment on the second floor of a two-story saltbox house. It was across the street from the hockey house, which was where Naruto was going to live. Naruto was over the moon about this. The hockey house’s roof had been sagging suspiciously for several years, and there was a groundhog that had taken up residence under the porch and was working on some of the wooden beams. Both houses had a little second floor balcony, although they were old and questionably structurally sound. Flaws notwithstanding, though, renting felt much more adult than the dorms, which Naruto found exciting.

“Hey,” said Naruto, collapsing on the couch, “we should get walkie-talkies! Our rooms are in range!” 

Sasuke glared at him from behind the boxes of books he was moving across the room. “That’s a waste of money. We have phones.” 

Naruto admired the view. August was hot, and Sasuke had decided to take his shirt off while doing the heavy lifting of moving in. He’d gotten a new tattoo over the summer, an elaborate coiling snake around his bicep. It strained under the weight of the books. The hawk on his back twitched its wings when he adjusted the weight. “Sasuke, you’re so built,” said Naruto, grinning suggestively. “Think you could lift me?”

Sasuke gave him a dirty look and huffed as he dropped the boxes, then sprawled out on the floor, sweaty and exhausted. “Don’t even try it with me right now,” he warned. “I won’t lay a finger on you until you put that bookshelf together for me.”

“That’s extortion,” muttered Naruto, but he dutifully dragged himself off the couch and started tearing apart the IKEA box with the bookshelf inside.

Naruto had never had a boyfriend before Sasuke. He’d never dated anyone, actually. A small, insecure part of him had always doubted that anyone would ever like him enough, and try as he might as a teenager, he couldn’t seem to find a girl he could see himself with. Shocker, right? But even if he had been into girls, all of his classmates shied away from him for fear of catching his misfortune. Both parents dead under mysterious circumstances, said the newspapers. Baby boy somehow unharmed. Naruto went into college feeling kind of like a broken person, although he had a good attitude and an outgoing disposition, so he hid it well enough.

Things changed when he got to college, thankfully. People were friendlier than his classmates back at home. No one treated him like a leper. His teammates gave him a hard time, but they had his back. People weren’t cruel to him the way they had been in his youth. 

And then Naruto met Sasuke, and his world had rearranged itself once again.

Naruto’s first impression of Sasuke was that he was the coolest person he’d ever met, but kind of a dick. Sasuke wasn’t afraid to be different. He had the coolest piercings, he was athletic and tall, and he was the first guy Naruto had ever met that painted his nails (black, because he was edgy, or purple on really special occasions). Naruto had never known anyone like him. And he turned out to be a great friend. For all his prickliness, Sasuke was smart, and funny, and cool, and competitive, and he treated Naruto like an equal, albeit maybe an equal he wanted to beat into submission. Naruto fell for him hard and almost immediately, although he didn’t realize it until Shikamaru slapped some sense into him. Naruto thanked his lucky stars every day that Sasuke agreed to go out with him.

Dating Sasuke turned out to be a lot like being friends with Sasuke, but a little touchier and with less angsting around. Naruto loved it, of course, because he got to voice sentiments that he’d been holding back for months, like “Sasuke, you’re my favorite person in the world,” or “I spent all of Calculus picturing you shirtless,” or, “I sure hope it doesn’t come to this, Sasuke, but I think I would kill for you.” Sasuke received all of this with varying degrees of redness and smugness, but never gave any indication that Naruto should tone it down. Besides, Sasuke was prone to his own moments of drama now and then (“I would burn the world to see you smile,” was a favorite of Naruto’s).

All of this is to say that Naruto was happier than he’d ever been.

“You’re doing it wrong,” said Sasuke, looking at Naruto upside-down from where he was spread-eagle on the floor.

“I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life,” said Naruto. 

“I’ve always known I’d die in your arms,” said Sasuke. He pretended to swoon.

“You wouldn’t die in my arms. You’d die at my hands, for criticizing my creative process.”

“That’s even more romantic.” Sasuke chuckled the way he did when he was really enjoying a conversation. “It’s IKEA. There’s no creativity involved.”

“Do it yourself if you don’t like how I’m making your LOMMARP, fuckshit Sasuke,” hissed Naruto.

Sasuke grinned, a rare, un-self-conscious smile with teeth and everything. Naruto wondered if he was a bit lightheaded from the heat. “Naw,” he said. “If you put it together wrong it’ll just remind me of my super handsome and incompetent boyfriend.” Before Naruto could decide whether to get offended or flustered, he added, “‘Cause you’ve also got a screw loose.”

Naruto chucked a bag of metal parts at Sasuke. Sasuke caught them and threw them back, beaning Naruto in the face. 

“Oh, shit,” said Sasuke, rolling over. “I did not mean to do that.”

Sasuke finished the LOMMARP. Naruto watched and heckled, triumphant, with a bag of frozen peas over his eye.

They settled back into a rhythm pretty easily once school started. Naruto liked the hockey house. He was around his friends, and they let him make a mess out of the kitchen the way Sasuke refused to. In the morning, he could shuffle out onto the balcony and see Sasuke in a bathrobe with his coffee on his own balcony. They didn’t even need walkies. Naruto would just yell good morning and Sasuke would flip the bird back, hiding what Naruto knew was a smile behind his mug. 

Naruto liked Sasuke’s house, too. He usually found himself there after classes, where they did their homework together or made out or both by intervals. On weekends he basically lived there. Sasuke, solitary creature though he insisted he was, seemed to really enjoy Naruto’s presence. Not that he said so in so many words. It was sort of a game with Sasuke to figure out what he really meant. Naruto had gotten pretty good at it. For example:

"Sasuke," he said, back from his first chemistry class of the year. 

"Naruto," said Sasuke, not bothering to turn around from where he was making miso soup on the stove.

"Is that a kotatsu table?"

Sasuke peeked over his shoulder. His hair was getting long. Naruto, ever the Sasuke fan, took a second just to admire him. He’d gotten two new piercings on the nape of his neck recently, little spikes on either side of his spine. Even in a simple band t-shirt and black sweats, Naruto kind of wanted to rub himself all over him like a cat. Because Naruto operated almost entirely on instinct, he walked over to do just that.

Sasuke fended him off with a wooden spoon. "Don't hug me while I'm cooking, I'll get distracted and burn something," he said.

"Sasukeeee," said Naruto, grabbing the spoon away and fitting himself along a hissing and spitting Sasuke's back, "the table!"

"Whatever," said Sasuke. "You've been talking about how cold your toes get in the winter for like a year. I'd be shitty if I didn't get one. And it's mine, so don’t get any ideas about overusing it."

"You like me and want me around," sang Naruto, wriggling until Sasuke elbowed him off to a respectable inch of distance.

“It’s too hot out to use it right now anyway,” grumbled Sasuke.

“You love me so much,” gloated Naruto.

Sasuke pinched Naruto’s ear, but gently. “What, you didn’t know?” He huffed, stirring the soup. “Jeez. Some shitty boyfriend I am.”

Naruto buried a smile in the shoulder of his shirt. “Nah. I knew.”

Or:

“I got season tickets to your games,” said Sasuke, drumming his fingers on the wheel of his car. “Don’t make a big deal about it or I’ll get embarrassed and say something mean.”

Naruto paused where he was loading his hockey gear into the trunk. “ Sasuke.”

“I said don’t,” warned Sasuke, looking away. Naruto threw his stick into the backseat and got into the passenger seat as calmly as he could manage. 

“You gonna wear my jersey, Sa-su-ke?” he said, watching as Sasuke’s face got redder with every word he said.

“Not a chance in hell,” said Sasuke. “I can smell your gear from the trunk. You think I’d wear it? Die.”

Naruto heaved a big, wistful sigh. “God. Yeah, I probably couldn’t handle it anyway. That’d be too hot, I’d want to jump your bones in public.” 

Sasuke’s fingers twitched.

He’ll do it, thought Naruto. 

All flirting aside, though, since that first blowjob six months ago (six!!! whole!!! months!!!), they hadn’t done much in the way of sex. This was partly because Sasuke took advantage of his scholarship to do a summer semester in Europe, so they hadn’t seen much of each other since last June. Naruto also had a sneaking suspicion Sasuke was holding back so as not to scare him. Which was a cute sentiment, and very thoughtful, but Naruto didn’t have any time for it. Ever since Sasuke went down on him the first time he’d been determined to see his boyfriend like that again. Or to see him in other, new ways. Like what he’d look like when Naruto returned the favor. Naruto got hot under the collar just thinking about it. 

It was with this determination that Naruto showed up at Sasuke’s house one sunny weekend. Today, he told himself, I am going to give my first blowjob. He was giddy with excitement. He checked his face in his phone camera to make sure he wasn’t sweating or making a really gross face.

“Sasuke!” Naruto hollered, banging the door open.

“Yo,” said Shikamaru, poking his head in from the porch.

“Oh, come on,” said Naruto, taking off his baseball cap and throwing it at the ground. Thwarted before he even got out of the gate. Typical.

Sasuke’s head popped up beside Shikamaru’s. They both had equally red eyes. “Well, hey there, hot stuff,” he drawled.

“Oh, ew,” said Shikamaru. “Don’t bring that energy into my sesh.”

Naruto sulked on the couch until the two of them were done smoking. Shikamaru left shortly after, stealing an unconscionable amount of Sasuke’s girl scout cookies, and finally Sasuke came over to pay Naruto some attention.

“You’re not much of a stoner, huh?” said Sasuke, chuckling. “You never join in.”

Naruto shrugged. “Makes me anxious.”

Sasuke gave him an appraising look, then leered. “Are you jealous?”

Naruto sulked harder.

“Not used to me having other friends, huh?” said Sasuke, lifting Naruto’s head so he could sit on the couch. Naruto resettled his head on Sasuke’s thigh. “Don’t worry, you’re still number one.”

Naruto rolled his eyes. “I’m happy you have other friends, Sasuke. I just got all excited to hang out with you, and then I had to wait.” He knew he sounded childish, but he’d really mustered up a lot of courage to seduce Sasuke, and he’d long since lost it, which pissed him off.

Sasuke, luckily, had as much experience managing Naruto’s shit-fits as Naruto had managing Sasuke’s. 

“Want me to make ramen?”

Naruto glowered up at him. “I can’t be bought.”

Sasuke grinned. “I’ll use the shitty flavoring you like.”

Naruto dropped his glower. “I can be bought.”

Sasuke ruffled his hair and went to putter around in the kitchen. Naruto ate everything with maximum enthusiasm with Sasuke watching, hand under his chin, proud smile on his face.

I love him so much, thought Naruto. And on god I will suck his dick by the end of the week.

“What’s that face for,” Sasuke asked suspiciously. 

“Sasuke, I would die for you,” said Naruto, with utmost seriousness.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “It’s just ramen, dude.”

Practice started way too early in the year, in Naruto’s opinion. Not that he didn’t love hockey season, but it just didn’t feel right to be on the ice when it was still warm out, and the locker room was sweltering as they geared up. He let out a massive sigh. Sasuke was probably at the gym right now. Naruto hated it when he couldn’t see Gym Sasuke. He had this really elaborate fantasy of the two of them in the gym showers–

“No way. Nuh-uh,” said Shikamaru, whacking Naruto on the head.

“What the fuck, man?” Naruto rubbed where he’d been hit, pissed.

“You were making your ‘I wonder what Sasuke’s doing now’ face,” offered Kiba.

“I don’t care about that face,” said Shikamaru. “If I cared about that face he’d have brain damage with how much I’d hit him.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure we all have brain damage,” said Lee.

Shikamaru ignored him. “The issue is when the ‘I wonder what Sasuke is doing’ face turns into the ‘picturing Sasuke naked’ face.”

“Oh, ew,” said Kiba.

“Hey!” said Naruto, ready to defend Sasuke’s honor.

“Dude. Pay me reparations for the image that put in my head,” Sai said to Shikamaru.

Naruto threw one of his elbow guards at Sai. “Stop picturing Sasuke naked!”

“Are you serious?” Sai threw it back. “The last thing I want is to see your psycho boyfriend naked!”

“Well, why the hell not? You saying Sasuke is ugly?” 

“Oh, boy,” said Gaara.

“What’re you gonna do if I am?” Sai taunted.

Naruto launched himself at him.

“I seriously don’t get him,” Shikamaru lamented, lacing up his skates. “Would you believe that Sasuke is even worse than he is?”

Gaara looked at him sideways. “Oh?”

Shikamaru nodded. “I told him I’d drive Naruto back from practice today and he told me ‘whatever you do to him, I do to you.’ I felt the fucking chill of the grave, dude.”

“That doesn’t make any sense at all,” said Gaara. “Is he expecting you to put him through the windshield?” He looked over at Naruto, who was trying to put Sai in the Walls of Jericho. “I feel like he’d be fine even if you did.”

“Who knows what goes on inside that guy’s head,” said Shikamaru. “He’s cool, though. Sasuke, not Naruto. I like him.”

Naruto looked up from where Sai had him in a chinlock and pointed. “You’re next, bitch!”

“I’m going to kill him,” said Shikamaru.

“Careful,” said Gaara, “lest you incur Sasuke’s wrath.”

One of the greatest shames of the century, Naruto thought, was that he and Sasuke no longer had classes together. But it was senior year, and the physics and engineering courseworks didn’t overlap anymore. They did still have the gym, though.

Sasuke decided to start a program that was mostly weightlifting. “Isn’t this type of workout for bulking?” Naruto asked. He was shaking out his legs by the squat rack. Sasuke was adjusting the height of the bar.

“Yeah, but I don’t really bulk. Wrong genetics,” said Sasuke.

“You have the best genetics in the world, actually,” said Naruto.

“You’re sweet,” said Sasuke. “I mean, I’m just kind of lanky by nature. I want a good full-body routine where I can feel like I’m getting stronger, and this way I’ll be able to, like, add more weight every week.” He hefted plates onto the bar and ducked beneath it, setting up for a squat.

Naruto nodded like he understood, but he was mostly just ogling. He sat down on the ground, ostensibly to stretch out his hams, but really just for a better angle.

“Also,” said Sasuke, “I gained weight over the summer, and this’ll help me cut down on fat.”

Naruto had noticed. “Sasuke,” he said with the utmost seriousness. “Please keep the fat.”

Sasuke grunted through a rep. “Why, so you can beat me at air hockey?”

“Because it’s sexy,” said Naruto. Sasuke glared at him. “What?”

“I’ll get fat when you get fat,” said Sasuke. “When we’re old men in rocking chairs on a porch.”

Naruto beamed and tried to touch his toes. “Earlier, if I learn how to cook better.”

Sasuke eyed him. Naruto eyed the sweat beading on Sasuke’s bare shoulders.

“Don’t learn to cook better. Then what will you need me for?”

Naruto gave his best impression of a Sasuke leer. “Oh, I dunno. I can think of a couple things.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Perv.”

“Creep.”

“Shithead.”

“Dickwad.”

“What do you want for dinner?” asked Sasuke, racking the weight.

“You,” said Naruto, not finished.

Sasuke cleared his throat. “Where’d you learn to flirt like that?”

Naruto leaned back on his hands. “You, mostly.”

Sasuke seemed to be repressing a blush by sheer power of will.

“You look constipated,” Naruto told him.

“Die.”

Naruto almost succeeded that night. After they had both showered (separately, because Sasuke hated love, apparently), they sat under the kotatsu table and watched a movie. They made out for the last half hour of it, lazy and warm, Sasuke’s arm resting on the couch cushion behind them so he could tangle his hand in Naruto’s hair.

“I could do this forever,” said Naruto, tilting his head to touch his forehead to Sasuke’s. It was true. He wanted to come home to Sasuke every day. Work out with Sasuke every day. Eat Sasuke’s dinner every day. Bicker with Sasuke every day. Tell Sasuke he loved him every day.

“You’re big into making out, huh,” said Sasuke. Naruto was too absorbed in the way Sasuke tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth to realize he’d been misinterpreted. And twenty minutes later, when Sasuke pulled back and looked at the clock, Sasuke’s dick remained unsucked.

“Oh, shit,” said Sasuke. “It’s late. You should go home.”

Naruto, dazed, was out the door before he could flip the table.

Naruto tried again the next weekend. Ino was always on about “manifesting,” so Naruto had been manifesting Sasuke’s hard dick in his mouth all week. Today’s the day my throat loses its virginity, he told himself. He’d bombed every single test he’d had in the past six days.

Sasuke was lounging on the couch reading The Godfather. Sasuke had a thing for revenge. He’d been in a vendetta phase recently. Naruto sat himself down on the floor and stared at him until Sasuke noticed.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows. “Hello. Can I help you?”

“I’m horny,” said Naruto.

Sasuke’s mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit,” said Naruto. “Does it surprise you that much?”

Sasuke put his book down and clasped his fingers over his stomach, unsure in a way he rarely was. “I dunno. You like, never ask for sex.”

Naruto frowned. “I’m literally all over you all the time. What?”

Naruto saw gears turning in Sasuke’s head.

“I thought you just wanted to make out. I was trying to go at your pace, I guess,” said Sasuke. “Was that the wrong move?” He was watching Naruto intently, scanning his expression like all the answers were written on his face.

Naruto averted his eyes, embarrassed. “Oh. I guess I was waiting for you to make the first move, because I’m pretty inexperienced. I kind of don’t know how to do much.” He kind of felt like a dick for expecting Sasuke to be some kind of… gay Yoda? Bad analogy. But the point remained: Sasuke was his boyfriend, not his teacher. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to give you the idea that I don’t want to do more. I actually, uh. Would really like to.” He looked up to gauge Sasuke’s reaction.

Sasuke, throughout Naruto’s rambling, had broken out into a full evil smile. Like the Grinch, thought Naruto. Oh, Sasuke would hate that comparison.

“What are you thinking?” asked Naruto suspiciously. “You look like you’re going to start supervillain monologuing.”

“Do you want an honest answer?” asked Sasuke. He’d long since put his book down.

“Um,” said Naruto. “Do I?” 

Sasuke sat up on the couch and leaned over so his face was just a couple of inches above Naruto’s. Naruto blinked up at him. His mouth had gotten dry very suddenly. 

“I was just thinking,” said Sasuke.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Naruto managed.

“You hooked up with a couple of girls before, right?” Sasuke was really getting evil-looking now.

Naruto blanched. Sasuke was kind of prone to jealousy. It was mostly very endearing, but Naruto didn’t like to provoke him just to get a reaction. “Uh. We didn’t have sex or anything. Just like, hand stuff at parties,” he said.

Sasuke nodded. “Yeah. I was just thinking all about all the ways I’m gonna blow all that out of the water.” He looked kind of sulky the way he did when Naruto’s sexual history was brought up, but mostly smug and determined. 

Naruto wanted to roll his eyes but resisted. He didn’t even like girls. Instead he whapped Sasuke in the face with an open palm, mostly to keep him from seeing how Naruto was getting hard in his jorts. “You’re such a freak,” he said. “I’m gay, for one. Everything I did was with girls, and I was confused the whole time because I didn’t get why I didn’t like it.” He chuckled a little at Sasuke’s petulance.

“I’m competitive,” grumbled Sasuke, batting his hand away only to tangle their fingers together.

“I’m literally obsessed with you, Sasuke,” said Naruto, relishing in saying it out loud. “There is seriously no competition. You could blow everyone else out of the water by breathing on me.” Sasuke’s grip got stronger and stronger the whole time Naruto was speaking. He still looked a little evil, but mostly pleased. Naruto thought he had never looked so handsome.

“Huh,” said Sasuke. He cleared his throat. Naruto raised his eyebrows when Sasuke slid off the couch to crouch in front of him. Naruto couldn’t look at much other than the curve of his lips, so he was caught by surprise when Sasuke grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him bodily onto the couch, where he bounced, stunned completely silent.

“That’s unusual,” said Sasuke, all six months of repressed sexual desire saturating the air around him like heat waves over pavement. “Usually you’re noisier than this.”

Naruto couldn’t do much more than stare at him, lips parted. He hated how smug Sasuke looked. He was also, despite himself, more turned on than he thought he’d ever been in his life. Sasuke relieved Naruto of his jorts and boxers like he was unwrapping some sort of rare delicacy from its packaging. Absently, Naruto realized that his plan had been thwarted once more. He was supposed to be in Sasuke’s place. 

Then Sasuke sucked a hickey into the inside of his thigh, and Naruto forgot all about where the hell he was supposed to be. He gasped a little and jolted forward.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows at him. “Oi. Eyes on me. I’ve got something to say.”

Naruto, still beyond words, gave him his best betrayed look. Sasuke drew his teeth over the bruise.

“I,” declared Sasuke, eyes blazing, “am going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Naruto finally managed to produce speech. “Idiot,” he said. “You already have.”

Sasuke blew Naruto right there on the couch, right after covering his thighs in hickeys. Sasuke was kind of bitey in bed. Naruto hoped he would put a pause on that for his dick.

“Don’t get off by yourself this time,” he gasped, as Sasuke did something insane with his hand and his mouth. “I wanna do it for you.”

Sasuke glanced up through his eyelashes, gave him a thumbs-up, and went back to work. Sasuke really gave head with single-minded attention. Naruto said as much, and Sasuke pulled off, gasping a little, to respond, “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to get my mouth back on your cock.”

Naruto felt like he was going to pass out. Dirty talking Sasuke was making an impressive comeback after being dormant for so long. He knocked hair out of Sasuke’s eyes. “You’re literally so hot, Sasuke.”

Sasuke grinned wide, all canines and animal lust. “Oh, yeah?”

 “Yeah,” Naruto said, matching his expression. “The hottest ever. Let me take a break so I don’t finish too quickly.” 

Sasuke nodded, turning back to Naruto’s inner thigh and sucking another bruise into it, then just leaning there. Naruto thought, absently, that he was going to have to wear long pants tomorrow to cover all those marks.  He watched Sasuke while he caught his breath. Sasuke watched him back. The only thing changing was the slow return of the evil face.

“You’re such a freak,” said Naruto.

“Like, in bed? Or in general?”

Naruto reached over and moved a strand of Sasuke’s bangs that had gotten stuck to his slick lips. “Thirty-seventy.”

Sasuke bit Naruto’s finger gently before he could draw it back. “Wrong,” he said around it.

Naruto felt his pupils blow wide. Sasuke returned a hand to the base of his cock. “Ready?”

Naruto nodded, then held on for dear life.

“I can’t stand you,” said Naruto, after coming right down Sasuke’s throat. Sasuke pulled off, grimacing and swallowing a few times. Naruto felt his gut stir at the sight.

Sasuke leered up at him. “No,” he said, “you’re obsessed with me.”

Naruto chuckled. “I did say that, huh.” He glanced down between Sasuke’s legs. When he looked up, he saw that Sasuke had been watching him. Something young and vulnerable flitted across Sasuke’s face, so fast Naruto almost missed it. 

“Can I get you off?” Naruto asked, tentatively.

“You, uh.” Sasuke cleared his throat. “You want to?”

Naruto pulled a face at him. “Are you kidding? The question is if you want me to.”

Sasuke visibly relaxed. “Well,” he said, pushing his hair back. He lifted himself off the ground and straddled Naruto. “Who am I to deprive you?” He kissed Naruto, hard and decisive, while he undid his fly one-handed. Naruto pulled back a bit to see Sasuke’s hard dick. He thought he might be salivating. Before he could get the eyeful he wanted, though, Sasuke put his forehead on Naruto’s shoulder so his wide torso mostly blocked Naruto’s view. Naruto sighed internally. Knowing him, Sasuke probably wanted to have something to bite on. Ah well. Naruto could get his eyeful another day. Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hand and brought it to his cock. It was hard and slippery already. Naruto’s heart beat faster. He wiped his thumb over the head and heard Sasuke stifle a gasp into his shoulder. 

“Tell me if you want me to do something differently. Okay?” asked Naruto. 

Sasuke nodded and clutched at the shoulder his head wasn’t on, uncharacteristically quiet. Naruto felt blunt nails dig into his skin through his shirt and grinned. He put a steadying hand on the back of Sasuke’s neck, right over the new piercings, and jerked him off like he would jerk himself off. Sasuke felt amazing in his hand. God, I’m so gay, he thought. I want to suck it so bad. Maybe he’ll even fuck me, if I play my cards right. The thought was enough to get him fully hard again, and he shifted himself so he could jack the both of them off together. Sasuke jolted and gasped at the sensation. “Good?” he asked. “Need me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sasuke growled into his shoulder, too far gone to even dirty talk. Naruto would’ve snorted if he hadn’t been so disastrously turned on. Sasuke came quickly with an aborted whine and his teeth in Naruto’s shoulder. Naruto finished himself off for the second time that day, catching most of his cum in his hand. Sasuke’s was splattered across his stomach. Naruto glanced down to see Sasuke’s gaze fixed on the mess, a high flush on his cheeks.

“Fuck,” said Sasuke. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” said Naruto, and he meant it.

Sasuke, for the first time since Naruto had met him, went slowly and disastrously red from his forehead to his sternum. His eyes were wide and he looked almost confused at his own reaction, staring down at his dick like it had betrayed him. Naruto looked on in awe as Sasuke determinedly avoided his eyes, tucked himself into his pants, and went off grumbling about tissues.

Oh, shit, thought Naruto. He’d known that Sasuke was a sex fiend, but he didn’t realize the caveat: Sasuke was a sex fiend about giving . Receiving, though, seemed like a different story. He’s shy, thought Naruto. Shy! He’d never seen a shy Sasuke before. What a rare gift. Naruto thanked his lucky stars.

Naruto wanted to know more. He wanted to do more. He wanted to go down on Sasuke. He wanted to ride Sasuke. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke. Maybe I am obsessed, for real, he thought. Sasuke stalked back and threw a rag in his face. Naruto wiped off his belly haphazardly, mind going a mile a minute.

“Sasukeeee,” he sang, bouncing up on wobbly legs and throwing his arms around Sasuke’s retreating back. Sasuke was still red and furious about it.  Naruto felt like he was going to explode from fondness. “I love you so much. I love you to the moon and back. I love you like I love ramen. I lo-”

Sasuke judo-threw Naruto over his shoulder. 

The next morning Naruto found nail marks in his shoulder and snapped a photo for posterity. Sasuke, despite himself, was markedly more clingy for the next few days, and Naruto caught him a few times rubbing at his neck, right where Naruto had put a hand, and smiling softly, as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it. 

Things changed a little after the handjob. Naruto felt like, at the very least, a new door had been opened for the two of them. The first hockey game of the season arrived soon after. Sasuke wasn’t wearing the jersey yet, but that was mostly Naruto’s fault because he said he would wash it and then forgot to. Even so, Sasuke stood right there at the glass and watched intently the whole game. Naruto even managed a goal, which felt amazing. He looked over at where Sasuke was through a huddle of his teammates. Sasuke was pointing a thumb at Naruto and saying something to a cheering girl next to him. My boyfriend, his lips said. Naruto thought he might die and ascend on the spot.

Sasuke waylaid him in the locker room hallway after the game and kissed him up against a vending machine, sweat and all.

“Salty,” he remarked, licking his lips. “Good game.”

“Sasukeeee,” Naruto wailed. “You’re gonna kill meeee.”

Sasuke grabbed him by the chin and leaned in to fix him with his iciest glare. “You don’t get to die before me.” 

Naruto blanched. Intense horny Sasuke was making a surprise appearance. 

“I am seriously so close to jizzing my pants right now, Sasuke, you gotta stop,” he wheezed.  “We’ve got a party to go to. And I have to shower.”

Sasuke straightened, looking triumphant. “Hm.” He grabbed Naruto’s discarded bag and stick and started walking. When Naruto didn’t follow, he turned around, taunting. “C’mon, dead-last. Don’t you want that shower?”

Naruto grumbled the whole way home, even when Sasuke took a hand off the wheel to put it on his thigh.

“You suck,” he said.

“You told me to stop,” said Sasuke, leering. “We believe in consent here.”

“Die,” said Naruto.

“In your arms or at your hand, babe,” said Sasuke. “Take your pick.”

I’m going to suck his dick tonight or die trying, thought Naruto.

He neither sucked his dick nor died trying. Instead, he did three shots of tequila and went sauntering up to Sasuke where he was sharing a spliff with Shikamaru on the deck, wrapped his hands around his waist and rubbed his thumbs along his lower back.

“Hey babe,” said Sasuke, eyebrows raised. “Can I help you?”

“Naw,” said Naruto. He was at the stage of drunkenness when he got extra handsy, and he knew Sasuke could tell by the way his lips lifted. “Just don’t get too crossed, hot stuff. I’ve got plans for you later.” Naruto shot Shikamaru what was meant to be a warning glare, but he was too trashed for it to be terribly effective. (“What the fuck,” Shikamaru muttered.)

“Speak for yourself,” breathed Sasuke. He was looking at Naruto with stunned elation. Naruto leaned in to nip his cheek and then swaggered off to arm-wrestle some punks, claim staked and business concluded.

(“Did he learn that from you?” asked Shikamaru, after a low whistle.

“Well, he sure as hell didn’t learn it from anyone else,” said Sasuke, not without bite.

Shikamaru eyed him and took a small step away. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re something, man. You guys deserve each other. “)

“Well, well,” said Naruto, when Sasuke caught up to him. “What a pleasant surprise.” He dropped his arm around Sasuke’s neck. “What brings you here?”

Sasuke eyed the crowd, all of whom were there to watch Naruto thrash Neji in an arm-wrestle. “Nothing I can say in present company.”

They almost didn’t make it to the bathroom. Sasuke dropped to his knees there and had Naruto’s cock in his mouth before it was even fully hard.

“Shouldn’t it be your turn?” asked Naruto. Sasuke pulled off so he could speak.

“You scored. So you get to score.” He looked pleased with his wordplay.

“Sasuke, you’re going to kill my boner with that shit,” Naruto said.

“If you die you answer to me,” Sasuke told his dick seriously, “and I am a harsh arbiter.”

“Bro.”

Sasuke drew his tongue around the head of Naruto’s cock, then drew the head around his lips, then swallowed him down as daintily as he could without sticking up his pinkie. His eyes glinted in the orange of the overhead light.

“Fuck, Sasuke,” gasped Naruto, holding onto the sink for dear life, “this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

Sasuke pulled off, eyes like a wild animal on a fresh catch, not seeming to notice the string of saliva that linked him to the head. “The hottest thing so far .”

Naruto collected the spit-bridge with his thumb and smeared it on Sasuke’s lips messily, tracing them where they were swelling. This asshole . He sobered up by half just from how hard the sight made him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sasuke rub his legs together for the friction. 

“Fuck my face,” said Sasuke, as if in a trance.

Naruto felt his soul leave his body.

“Not too hard,” added Sasuke, eyes darting hungrily between Naruto’s eyes and his cock. “Well. Not too soft, either. I’ll let you know.”

Naruto cupped his cheeks. “Okay. Can I pull your hair?” He could barely hear himself with how turned on he was.

Sasuke swallowed, eyes now fully fixed below the belt. “I’ll be mad if you don’t.”

When they stumbled out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, Naruto felt like his brain had been rearranged. Sasuke didn’t look much better. He kept working his jaw like it ached and clearing his throat. His hair was a mess. His lips were red and puffy. Naruto, thankfully, had made sure to zip Sasuke’s pants back up after getting him off at the end (“Are you sure I can’t suck it?”), but Shikamaru still took one look at them and walked the other way.

“I feel like I won the lottery and ran a marathon,” Sasuke said, then coughed. Naruto trailed him, hand glued to his lower back. He felt a little bad for putting Sasuke in such a state. He also did not feel bad at all. “Can we go home? I need a shower.”

Sasuke let Naruto hold his hand on the way back, which was a rare and unexpected boon.

“Really?” he asked. “All it takes to put you in a good enough mood for PDA is to be a little rough with you?”

Sasuke gave Naruto a look that promised nothing good. “What’re you gonna do if I say yes?”

Sasuke, in a rare act of extreme benevolence, even let Naruto shower with him that night. Naruto spent the whole time eyeing his dick, and Sasuke spent the whole time slapping him away.

“Sasuke! What’s the point of showering together if we’re not fooling around?”

Sasuke forcibly spun Naruto around so he could soap up his hair. “To get clean. Also, shower sex is a great way to fall and break your dick. And I’m tired. Jesus, you’re a fiend.”

Naruto resisted the urge to stomp his foot.

Thanksgiving break was a hard time for both of them, so they decided to spend it together. Sasuke brought Naruto to stay at Itachi’s Park Avenue apartment for the long weekend. Naruto, starry-eyed, darted from room to room, shouting all the while.

“This place is huge!” he marveled. “And there’s so much light!” He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window corner of the living room and put his hands on his hips. Sasuke hung back in the kitchen area, squinting. Naruto stretched his arms out and craned his neck to look back at him.

“Did you grow up here?” he asked. 

“No,” said Sasuke. “Itachi got this place for himself before we sold the old house. He’s never here, though, and I’ve got a key.”

Naruto studied Sasuke’s face. He’d tied his bangs back in a little ponytail, and his brow was furrowed the way it got when he brought up his brother.

“You guys have beef, huh,” said Naruto, padding over to Sasuke. He put his hands on Sasuke’s hips.

Sasuke huffed. “I mean, not as bad as we used to. I swear to god I spent all of high school trying to kill him.” Naruto believed it. By all accounts, Sasuke had been a difficult teenager. “He left me, you know? He was all I had, and he just up and left.” 

Naruto stepped in a little closer so he could lock his hands behind the small of Sasuke’s back. Sasuke looked determinedly above Naruto’s eyes. “You were hurting pretty bad, huh?” said Naruto, less a question than a reassurance: I see you . “I’m sorry.”

Sasuke’s jaw twitched. Naruto knew how hard it was for him to admit to any weakness. He didn’t have to, though; the signs were still there. Naruto had seen the scars on his thighs and knuckles, the child’s desperation in his eyes when Naruto made promises Sasuke had never trusted anyone to keep, the way he wore his spiky jewelry like armor, only going without it in places he felt truly safe and hidden. Naruto could scarcely believe he’d been the one to duck underneath the barbed wire fence around Sasuke’s heart. Even harder to believe were the relatively few warning shots that’d been leveled at him in the process. He wondered if no one had even tried before him.

“Yeah,” said Sasuke finally. “Yeah, I was hurting pretty bad.” He shuffled into Naruto’s body, chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart, and rested his chin on Naruto’s shoulder.

Sasuke, ever the gentleman (lie), asked Naruto where he wanted to eat for his first NYC dinner. Naruto, of course, wanted to go to a sports bar. The place had a challenge – finish the mega wing platter and you eat for free. Naruto systematically demolished every single scrap while Sasuke watched and tried not to wince.

“You’re insane,” said Sasuke. It was dark by the time they headed back home.

Naruto belched and patted his stomach, which was significantly more distended than it had been an hour earlier. He looked up at the sky. “Dang. Not many stars in the city, huh?”

Sasuke shrugged. “We have the skyline instead of the stars.”

“Guess so.”

Sasuke reached out and grabbed Naruto’s hand. Naruto raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s cold,” said Sasuke, avoiding eye contact.

“Told you you shoulda brought gloves,” said Naruto. He swung their hands between them.

They walked in comfortable silence for a couple blocks, Naruto piping up every so often to read the name of a shop they passed.

“Hey, Sasuke,” he said, eventually.

“Mhm?”

“What do you want to do after college? Are you going to come back here?”

Sasuke frowned and thought about it. “I dunno. I love this place, but it also brings up a lot of bad memories.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” said Naruto. He felt Sasuke’s gaze on the side of his face.

“What are you going to do?” asked Sasuke, after a beat.

Follow you, thought Naruto, although it felt a little too real to say. “Um, I dunno. I’ll look for jobs and go wherever they take me?”

Sasuke nodded and squeezed his hand. “I’ll go wherever you go, then,” he said, easy as that.

Naruto hung his head and laughed. That’s Sasuke. Not scared of anything. “Oh yeah?” 

Sasuke’s ears were red in the cold, his smile sharp and challenging. Naruto tried to memorize how he looked in that moment – the slope of his nose, the shape of his eyebrows over his eyelashes. The fair skin freckling under his eyes just barely. His lip was bleeding a little where the cold had cracked it.

“Yeah,” said Sasuke.

“Me, too,” said Naruto. “I mean. So would I.”

Sasuke said nothing, just pulled Naruto a little closer and tucked his elbow into Naruto’s side.

Sasuke’s bed was queen-sized. It was the first time they’d ever been able to sleep in the same bed comfortably. With Naruto’s wide hockey-player body and Sasuke’s long limbs, they usually wound up just sleeping on the floor if they wanted to sleep next to each other. Otherwise they had to play an uncomfortable game of tetris to fit onto a twin XL.

This was different. It felt a little more adult. Naruto nestled into the pillows with his arm under his head and watched Sasuke read. He had his red reading glasses on, and one of his forelocks kept slipping out from behind his ear. Naruto imagined, for a moment, that it was ten years down the line. That he and Sasuke were settled down, back from their day jobs, and he got to watch him reading like this every night.

Sasuke glanced over at him. “Am I keeping you up?”

Naruto shook his head and scooted closer. “Don’t mind me. Just admiring the view.”

Sasuke shook his head like he did when he thought Naruto was being particularly ridiculous. Naruto fell asleep right there in the light of the bedside reading lamp, the ghost of a hand carding through his hair.

Sasuke, as always, only slept in his underwear. When Naruto awoke and sat up to stretch, only the very top of his forehead and an explosion of dark hair poked out from under the covers. Naruto pulled the topsheet down a little bit to watch the flutter of his eyelashes, the subconscious furrow of his brow, his little sleepy huff. That’s my Sasuke, thought Naruto. Pissy even in his sleep . He felt like his heart was going to burst. Was this how everyone felt in their first relationship?

He thumbed at Sasuke’s ear, over the two high helix hoops down to the triple lobes, all simple black studs. Sasuke’s eyes squeezed shut, then opened hazily, slowly taking stock of his surroundings, then drifting over to Naruto. He smiled, unguarded the way he rarely was, and turned over to slide an arm over Naruto’s lap. Naruto watched, heart too big for his body, as Sasuke grumbled a little and burrowed into his thigh.

“Hey, sleepy,” said Naruto.

“I’m not getting up yet,” came the muffled reply.

“You don’t have to. Do you want me to make coffee?”

Sasuke lifted his head up, squinting, hair in majestic disarray. “Just stay a little longer, fuckshit Naruto. It’s like pulling teeth with you, damn.”

Naruto suppressed a laugh as Sasuke tucked his head right back where it’d been. “Okay,” he said. “You win.” He untangled himself enough to slide back under the covers. Sasuke threw an arm and a leg over him like he was trying to keep him there, which was probably the case, and nosed right into Naruto’s neck, just below his ear. He huffed, satisfied, and his breathing evened out in seconds. Asshole. 

This is going to be my future, Naruto declared to himself.

Nobody finds their life partner in college, said a voice from back home in his head.

Shove it, Naruto said back. If you knew Sasuke you’d change your mind.

On Saturday, after a great deal of whining from Naruto, Sasuke brought him to an outdoor ice rink in Central Park.

“I just want you to know,” said Sasuke, lacing up his rented skates, “that you’re putting me in a situation where literally all my buttons are going to get pushed.”

“Why?” said Naruto, already ready to go and kicking his feet like an excited toddler. “‘Cuz I’m better than you at something?”

“Enjoy this day,” said Sasuke, standing up and testing the feel of the blades on the rubber floor. “You’ll never feel this superior again.”

Naruto, growing up, had loved to watch the couples free-skating at the rink at home. He’d wanted that for himself; to be hand in hand with a girl, guiding her around the rink, catching her if she wobbled.

Nah, thought Naruto, age twenty-one, watching his hissing and cursing boyfriend holding onto the boards with his legs splayed out like a newborn deer in black skinny jeans. This is way better.

“Won’t you let me help?” he pleaded, swiveling his skates in place.

“Go die, fuckshit Naruto. I’ll do this myself or not at all.”

Stupid, sexy, athletic Sasuke had basically gotten it down by the end of the day. At the very least, he could make a slow lap around the rink without falling or grabbing the boards. Naruto was a little mad that everything came so easily to him, but the triumphant grin on Sasuke’s face was enough to make him forget all about it. Naruto bought him dinner that night as a thanks for humoring him.

“Dang,” said Sasuke, changing for bed. “I didn’t realize I bruised that easily.” His knees were black and blue from falling on the ice. 

“C’mere,” said Naruto, lounging in just his pajama pants. He gestured for Sasuke to join him on the bed. “I’ll give ya some more.”

“Don’t even try it with me,” said Sasuke. “I’m way too sore.”

“Boo.”

By the end of the break, Naruto had seen the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty, been to a hockey game at Madison Square Garden, and biked all over Central Park. He had so much fun he even temporarily forgot about his blowjob gambit. Until they got back to school, of course, and he realized just how much of an opportunity he had missed. He and Sasuke, alone! In a queen-sized bed! On vacation with no obligations! What a fool he was.

“Damn, that sucks,” said Sai, staring at his phone. “You’ll get ‘em next time.”

“I feel like you’re not being sympathetic to my plight,” said Naruto, from the bunk bed below him.

“He’s not paying attention,” said Kiba from across the room, on the bottom bunk of another bunk bed. Lee was above him. “Actually, none of us want to listen to this.”

“Um, I had to listen to him when he was wailing about Ino.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Kiba. “Just ask him? If you really wanna do that? God, ew, I hate this discussion.”

“You guys are so useless.”

“Hey, man,” said Lee. “No one’s gonna suck it for ya.”

Naruto eyed Sasuke’s light corduroy jacket. “It’s so fucking cold,” he said. “How the hell do you get away with wearing that?” 

Sasuke turned up his (reddening) nose. “Internal furnace. I’m never cold.”

Naruto sighed and watched the cloud of fog his breath became. “I’m cold just looking at it.”

Sasuke eyed Naruto’s neon orange windbreaker in return. “Listen, I’m restraining myself from commenting on your choice of clothing, so you should extend me the same courtesy.”

Naruto chuckled, admitting defeat. “I’m stressed, Sasuke. My classes are really hard. And finals are coming up.”

Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s gloved hand with his bare one. “I have nothing but faith in you,” he said, and Naruto knew he meant it.

“You’re awfully confident in me. Everyone back home thought I was stupid,” he said.

“You’re the hardest working person I know and you’ll be an amazing engineer. Everyone back home can suck me,” said Sasuke. 

“Wrong,” said Naruto. “That’s my job.”

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose, pained. “You’re a piece of work.”

Naruto didn’t miss the curious look Sasuke leveled at him from behind his fingers.

They saw less of each other during the scramble for finals. It was painful, but a necessary sacrifice. Naruto wanted to graduate on time, goddammit. He couldn’t be getting distracted, and he was aware that Sasuke was distraction number one.

Sasuke understood, of course, because Sasuke was awesome like that. But Naruto didn’t want them not to have contact.

If only, he thought, I could just live with him. Like at Itachi’s. With the big bed. And I can study all day knowing that I’ll at least be able to sleep next to him.

They both passed their finals. To celebrate, Sasuke brought Naruto back to the Chinese place they’d gone to at the same time last year.

“Has it been a good one?” asked Naruto. 

“A good year?”

Naruto nodded.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows. “I started dating you. ”

Naruto never got used to Sasuke’s frank declarations of love. He had learned to read the undercurrent of love in everything Sasuke did for him, but just coming out and saying it? Usually Sasuke needed a special occasion.

Naruto swallowed. “You know, Sasuke, I know we’re young, but I really am serious about you. I just thought you should know.”

Sasuke was watching him with a small smile. “I know,” he said. “Me too.”

Naruto ducked his head, overwhelmed. “Are we being silly?” he asked. “Expecting a college relationship to last?”

“College relationships last all the time,” said Sasuke, pointing his fork at Naruto. “I mean, not most, but some. And I know we’ll make it.”

“How?” asked Naruto, for some reason determined to make himself miserable. “How can we know?”

Sasuke leveled him with a sharp look. “I am a very single-minded person, Naruto Uzumaki. I don’t do things by halves. Everything else is up to you.”

Naruto laughed, teary. Took a steadying breath. Smiled through wet eyes. “I won’t let you down,” he promised. “Believe it!”

Sasuke hooked their ankles together under the table. “Freak.”

Naruto thanked his lucky stars for having a rich boyfriend when said boyfriend decided to bring him on a ski trip for winter break. Rented cabin and everything. 

“Did I somehow get a sugar daddy?” he asked wonderingly, peering around at the fireplace and open-concept kitchen.

Sasuke was shaking the snow off his boots. “Huh,” he said, like he was considering it. “I mean, if the shoe fits.”

Naruto picked up skiing pretty easily. It was a lot like ice skating, just faster. Sasuke was kind of a speed demon, but Naruto found that he loved the trick parks. He loved going over the jumps and catching air, although most of the time he wiped out spectacularly at the bottom. By the end of the day he had snow in places he didn’t even know existed. He was wet and cold and he’d never felt as alive as he did after getting to race Sasuke all day. Sasuke, too, spent all day with a wild grin under his goggles, and he even let Naruto hold his hand on the ski lifts. He drove them back to the cabin at the end of the day with a little content smile on his face and his hand on Naruto’s knee.

When they got back Sasuke made them hot chocolate (with a shot of Skrewball in each) and turned on the fireplace. Naruto leaned up against the mantlepiece to warm up. His neck burned a little, but it was mostly pleasant. And the view couldn’t be beat.

Sasuke was, as usual, reading a book on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table to get some warmth from the fire. The windows behind him overlooked the forest. It was snowing gently. Naruto admired him for a while. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and sweats, most of his piercings absent. Naruto knew from experience how soft his hair would feel if he ran his hand through it. After some deliberation and a pep talk, Naruto finished his spiked hot chocolate, got up, knocked the book out of Sasuke’s hands, and climbed onto his lap. “Hi. Kiss me,” he said.

“Hi. My pleasure,” said Sasuke.

Sasuke was a bitey kisser. Naruto didn’t mind. He stretched his arms out on either side of Sasuke’s head, resting them on the back of the couch. Naruto loved it when he got to feel taller than Sasuke. 

Sasuke trailed his thumbs softly along Naruto’s jaw, his nails scratching gently at his neck. He pulled away and looked up at Naruto, pupils blown out and vulnerable in the way he got when he was starting to get turned on, just before his sex freak switch got flipped. Naruto kissed him again and reached down to palm Sasuke’s dick through his sweatpants. Today’s the day, he thought triumphantly.

Sasuke pulled back with a gasp.

“Huh?” asked Naruto. “You okay?”

Sasuke looked down at Naruto’s hand, which he’d retracted but was still hovering. “Um. I just – you know you don’t need to feel obligated to do that just ‘cause I’m turned on, right?”

Naruto blinked. Then narrowed his eyes. “What’s up with that ?”

Sasuke had the audacity to look confused. “Huh?”

“Why is it so hard to convince you that I want to, like, interact with your dick?” Naruto asked, exasperated.

Bullseye. Sasuke’s eyes widened, then darted to the side. An avoidant Sasuke, Naruto thought. He felt terribly guilty for putting that expression on his face. He put a hand on Sasuke’s cheek to steady him. Sasuke leaned into his palm, but still didn’t say anything.

Naruto tried to read what was going on on his face but came up empty. “Sasuke, what’s going on?”

Sasuke’s brows furrowed like he was trying not to sneeze. Naruto felt like the biggest tool in history. “Sasuke. If you seriously don’t want to do that stuff, we don’t have to, but you seem to think I don’t want to, and I’m not sure I get why. That’s all I’m asking about. Am I wrong?” 

Sasuke’s chest rose and then fell as he breathed out through his nose. “No,” he said.

Naruto nodded once, suspicions confirmed. “Okay. Well, I mean, for the record, that’s false. And I think you know that,” he said, still studying Sasuke’s face like he could find all the answers right there.

Sasuke huffed out something like a laugh, but not quite as happy. “Yeah. I know.” He still wouldn’t meet Naruto’s eyes.

Naruto smiled, an attempt at reassurance and levity. “Like, just saying, if I go for a week without having a sex dream about you I’m impressed at myself.” 

Sasuke seemed to be trying not to smile, which Naruto took as a sign he’d said the right thing.

Sasuke took a deep breath. “Yeah. No, I know,” he said finally. “I think I know at heart that you’re into me and you’re willing to do those things.” His fingers tightened on Naruto’s hip. 

“Then why don’t you believe it?” asked Naruto.

Sasuke finally, finally met his eyes, brave like nobody else Naruto knew. 

“I guess I just, uh, am kind of unused to having sex where that’s the case,” he said simply, like it embarrassed him to admit it.

“What do you mean?” asked Naruto, working up some anger on Sasuke’s behalf already.

Sasuke shrugged. “No one’s ever showed any interest in me until you. It was more about what I could do for them.” His eyes started their journey off to the side again.

“Huh?” Naruto was taken aback. “How could someone not be interested in you ?” He thought about Sasuke’s face, all shocked arousal, after Naruto had given him a handjob. The way Sasuke had tried to hold back his voice and instead broke skin clutching at Naruto’s shoulder. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to see that?

Sasuke chuckled at Naruto, his guard coming down in fits and starts. “You’re just obsessed with me, so you think everyone else should be, too.”

“So? I’m right!”

Sasuke hid his red face behind his bangs and collected himself before looking up again. Naruto let out an internal breath now that he seemed to be regaining his spunk. 

“You’re something,” Sasuke said, wry but unflinchingly honest. “Well, I guess I should elaborate that when I was in high school, I was making a lot of bad choices, and I got involved with this guy who really didn’t treat me that well. Not that he was abusive, or anything,” he added quickly, upon seeing Naruto’s face light up with rage. “He just, uh, was really ashamed of being gay. So whenever we fucked, he would turn the lights off, and he would never go down on me, or he’d give me a handjob and then just look really disgusted. So I sort of just, uh, thought that sex was like that. After him I never really slept with the same person twice, and nobody ever really pushed to do anything for me. So I’m not used to this thing where you actually want to, like.” Sasuke couldn’t even seem to get the words out.

“Suck your dick,” finished Naruto. 

Sasuke looked away, sheepish. “Yeah. That.”

Naruto’s heart hurt. “Wow, Sasuke. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Sasuke shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“It is to me!” said Naruto, shaking him a little.

Sasuke finally, finally seemed to fully come back into himself. “I know. You’re special, huh?” he said, almost teasing but just a hair too fond.

Naruto paused, thought for a second. “So nobody’s ever given you head?”

Sasuke shook his head. “No.”

Naruto wriggled expectantly, thrilled at the prospect of being the first. He was sure it showed on his face.

“You really want to?” asked Sasuke, trying and failing to suppress a smile.

“Sasuke. For real?”

Sasuke chuckled, scanning Naruto’s face then shaking his head to himself.

“What’re you laughing at?” 

“Nothing,” said Sasuke. “I just love you. Teenage Sasuke would vomit.”

Naruto grinned, happier than he could ever have imagined himself being in his lonely, lonely childhood. “Say, would you fuck me?”

Sasuke covered his face. His ears were crimson. “Dude. You’re nuts. You’re literally so chill about all this stuff.”

“Should I not be?”

Sasuke pursed his lips and peeked out from behind his hand. “Uh. I guess I figured. Since you’re new to being gay. And you’re kind of, like, manly. I mean. A lot of people don’t want to. They think it’s emasculating, or something.”

Naruto narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “Well, I’m better than that. Also you talked about fucking someone else and I got jealous.”

Sasuke raised his eyebrows. “That’s all in the past. And it sucked. Also, I wasn’t the one doing the fucking.”

Naruto groaned. “ Sasuke! Would you fuck me or what?”

Sasuke seemed to see the pearly gates of heaven open before him. “Naruto,” he said reverently. “There is literally nothing I would like more.”

“Not tonight, though,” said Naruto. “I would need to mentally prepare myself.”

Sasuke laughed for real. Now that the wall was down, Naruto could see how nervous he had been before. He looked much lighter now. He was rubbing his thumbs on Naruto’s hipbones. “Well?” said Sasuke, all insecurity dead and gone.  “Are you gonna blow me or what?” 

Naruto swelled with pride at the evil smile’s triumphant return. I put that there. Me!

When Naruto finally got Sasuke’s dick out of his sweatpants and got the eyeful he had been dreaming of, he had to take a minute to make sure he didn’t shed a tear.

“Bro. It’s just a dick,” said Sasuke, a little alarmed.

“Shut up,” said Naruto. “You’ve kept us apart for long enough. Let us have our moment.”

Sasuke put his face in a hand and muttered something about Naruto being ridiculous. Naruto spat in his hand, too turned on even to bicker, and gave the object of his longtime fixation an experimental pump. Sasuke jolted and dropped his hand to cover his mouth, eyes wide. Naruto figured that that was a good sign, so he did it again, then leaned forward to get a taste. Whoa, he thought. Okay. I like this. He opened his mouth and tried to see how much would fit. He coughed when it hit the back of his throat.

“Easy,” breathed Sasuke. Naruto would’ve thought he was being teased if it weren’t for the stricken look on Sasuke’s face, like he could hardly believe what was happening and was trying to record every detail with his eyes. Naruto, emboldened, bobbed his head, trying to move rhythmically the way he’d seen Sasuke do to him. He already felt a little hazy. He wasn’t sure if it was from the whiskey, or how pleasantly worn out he was from the day’s activity, or just from plain, stark arousal.

He looked up at Sasuke again. He already looked wrecked, hand still over his mouth to cover his gasps. Naruto hated when he did that. “Hands down,” he ordered. 

Sasuke’s pupils blew wide. He dropped his hand with a disbelieving huff. He was breathing heavily already, through lips just barely parted. As Naruto watched, he poked his tongue out to wet them. He was watching everything Naruto did with laser-beam focus. 

Naruto felt, for the first time maybe ever, like he was sexy. He’d always thought Sasuke was out of his league, but at that moment, he was sure that Sasuke wanted him more than anyone else in the world. 

“Have you thought about this?” he asked, drawing the tip of Sasuke’s cock over his lips the way Sasuke liked to do to him. Sasuke watched, shell-shocked, as Naruto licked his lips, enjoying the taste.

“Yeah,” Sasuke rasped out, hands white-knuckling the couch cushions next to his thighs.

“What’d you think about?” Naruto dragged his mouth down the side of his cock, down to the base and back up. He hoped he was doing alright. He’d watched some porn to get the general idea. He was achingly hard in his pants. Sasuke swallowed. Naruto watched his throat work. 

Sasuke’s dirty-talking bravado seemed to have left him in the wake of the novelty of this experience. This was just Sasuke, cracked wide open. “Um. This, mostly,” he said, eyes wild. “I think about you doing it naked sometimes. Um. Or while fingering yourself. Or with that stupid baseball cap on.”

Naruto suppressed a smirk. “The one you’re always making fun of me for? Interesting.”

Sasuke managed an eye roll, although it was aborted when Naruto put his mouth back to work. “You wear it forward all the time, which looks lame. I picture you with it backwards.”

Naruto grinned and caught his breath. “I could make that happen for you.”

Sasuke ruffled Naruto’s hair, and Naruto reached a hand up to keep it there. “Could you give me a hand, actually?” he asked. “Since I’m new to this.” He felt a bit silly for asking, but he wanted to get it right.

“Coulda fooled me,” said Sasuke, but he seemed to understand, and obliged by putting gentle pressure where he wanted Naruto to go, not pushing as much as guiding, although Naruto got a little overzealous and had to pull off with a gag and watery eyes once or twice.

“Careful,” said Sasuke, his bemused grin undercut with colossal desire and fondness.

Naruto wiped away a small tear and went back in with renewed determination, using his hand and his mouth in tandem, speeding up when he felt Sasuke’s hand clench in his hair.

“Don’t stop,” whispered Sasuke, voice strained.

Shit, Naruto thought. I could get addicted to this. Sasuke’s taste, Sasuke’s smell, Sasuke’s free hand touching all over his face, the soft, choked noises Sasuke made, the fire and love and pride in his eyes when Naruto chanced a glance up at him. I like him so goddamn much, he thought. Naruto ground his hand into his crotch and came just as Sasuke pulled back. Sasuke spilled right into his open mouth, on his tongue.

Naruto grimaced and spat into Sasuke’s waiting hand. “I don’t know how you do that,” he said, voice wrecked.

Sasuke chuckled unsteadily. “Sorry. Shoulda asked where I should shoot it.”

“Right there,” said Naruto, “as long as I don’t gotta swallow.”

Sasuke collapsed into the back of the couch, boneless, looking down at Naruto with something like awe. “You’re a demon,” he said.

“I’m something,” said Naruto, wiping at eyes still watery from gagging.

“Your turn?” said Sasuke, dragging Naruto back up to straddle him.

“Don’t need it,” muttered Naruto.

Sasuke looked genuinely mournful, which made Naruto feel a little vindicated. “Now you know how I felt when you’d do it yourself.”

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did you like that,” he said flatly.

“You better be,” said Naruto. “So how’d I do?”

Sasuke smirked and reached up to wipe some saliva from Naruto’s chin. “Best I’ve ever had. Hands down.”

“Oh, boo,” said Naruto. “That’s a cop-out.”

Sasuke tugged on his ear. “I loved it. I loved it so much. You did so good, babe. If you promise to keep doing that for me I’ll ask for your hand in marriage.” His voice was teasing, but his eyes were serious.

“Easy,” said Naruto. “I could go again right now.”

Naruto woke up the next morning with a rasp in his voice. Sasuke was unbearably smug about it, no matter how many times Naruto reminded him that he hadn’t done any of the work. “So you got your wish,” Sasuke said while waiting for the lift. “What now?”

“Hmm,” mused Naruto. “Well. I guess you get one now.” He immediately regretted saying as much, because Sasuke spent the entire trip up the mountain getting increasingly evil-looking.

Naruto and Sasuke missed the start of the new year. Rather, they slept through it, exhausted from their last day on the slopes. Naruto, of course, was pissed about not getting his first new year’s kiss and spent a good portion of the car ride back sighing and looking pathetically out the window just to bug Sasuke. It was a scenic drive, at least, with gorgeous views of the Adirondack mountain range, and the highway they were on wound along a cliff over a river. 

“Dude, the only people who care about that shit are virgins,” said Sasuke, re: the kiss.

“That’s not true,” said Naruto. “I watched the ball drop on NBC last year and literally everybody was kissing, and I know LL Cool J isn’t a virgin.”

“LL Cool J wouldn’t have thrown a shit fit if he didn’t kiss anyone, though.”

Naruto reached over and turned the radio up passive-aggressively, then gawked as they turned a corner that overlooked a massive snowy gorge. Mountains and trees and sky stretched out for miles. Sasuke pulled the car over abruptly in a pull-off marked “Scenic Overlook.”

“Sasuke?” asked Naruto, as Sasuke got huffily out of the car. Shit, did I upset him?

Sasuke yanked Naruto’s door open and grabbed him by his hoodie. Naruto, spluttering, allowed himself to be dragged out. Sasuke, haloed by the sun like some sort of pissy avenging angel, surrounded on all sides by trees and sky, hair whipping in the wind, grabbed Naruto by the jaw.

“Hi,” said Naruto, starry-eyed.

Sasuke scoffed and kissed him hard, like he was trying to prove something. Naruto laughed into his mouth, pressed his palms on either side of Sasuke’s neck. Traced his thumbs along his jaw and kissed him back like he was the only fucking person on Earth who he ever wanted to love. Sasuke pulled away with a graze of teeth, eyes burning, nose starting to run from the cold, and laughed back, like a bird returning the call of its partner.

“You’re so goddamn ridiculous,” he shouted over the wind. “Was that good enough for a New Year’s kiss, you fucking ape? Can we return to civility now?”

“Not even close!” Naruto shouted back. “Try again next year!”

When it got too cold to stay outside, they retreated back to the car. Naruto, placated, let Sasuke put his hand back on his thigh in exchange for AUX privileges. Naruto watched out  of the corner of his eye as Sasuke nodded his head along to the beat just barely. Don’t call it a comeback…

“So how do you feel about road head?” he asked, not ten minutes later.

“Don’t,” said Sasuke, “even try it with me right now.”