I know this is like a week and a half late. I honestly don't know how I even wrote it - I was soooo busy lately. Couple of things I have to say about this.
First of all, thank you for reading, leaving reviews, favorites and follows. This was my first proper story and although I'm not exactly sure how it turned out, I'm glad that I wrote it. I love their characters so much - which moves us to the second matter. I know I said something about a sequel, but I'm not so sure about that now. I still think I'll do the Sidefics thing (one-shots in this universe) and post it under the 'Drabbles and Short Stories' thing on Archive of Our Own so you can check that out every once in a while to see if I have posted something.
The reason why I'm not sure about the sequel is... well... I have so many ideas and I want to write them all, but I have a life too. So for now, I'm gonna say don't expect for one, but I'm not 100% sure. I'm a fickle being!
Yeah. That's all. As you probably already guessed, this is the last chapter of this story. Thanks for putting up with my crap. Love you all!
The weather was nice enough for them to sit in the backyard after breakfast. Sasuke was very slowly swinging, one of the books he'd found in the living room in his hands while Naruto watered the plants and did some other stuff Sasuke had no idea about. Every once in a while, he would stop reading and check out what Naruto was doing.
"Wanna help out?" Naruto shouted from the distance. Apparently, he hadn't been unaware of the glances.
"With what?" Sasuke asked. "I don't know anything about gardening."
"Come here. I'll teach ya!" With a grin, Naruto stood up, left the hose on the ground and brushed off his hands as Sasuke left the book on the swing and made his way toward the blond. "Can you find me flat rocks?"
"Four or five will do fine."
Sasuke nodded before walking away to find them. First two had been easy, but he spent a couple of extra minutes to find the other three. When he was done, he returned to Naruto's side. His hands were all dusty now. "These work?"
Naruto took a look. "Yeah. Kneel down." Sasuke complied. "Look. You put them around the tomato plant like this, so they will pull water up from under the ground and keep it from evaporating into the air. Tomatoes love water. It's absolutely necessary to keep watering them."
Carefully watching Naruto put the first two rocks, he placed the other three himself. "It's easier than I thought."
"Heh. You only placed rocks. It's much more complicated than that. Now water them."
Naruto got up to turn the water on. The small tap was next to the patio door. Sasuke took hold of the hose, waiting for the water to reach the end, and when it did, he aimed the stream at the base of the plant.
Naruto eyed how much water pooled, and deeming it enough, stopped the water. He bent down and picked one of the small tomatoes, holding it to Sasuke's mouth. "Bite."
Sasuke raised a brow, staring directly into Naruto's eyes. He wasn't hungry, but he wouldn't say no to a tomato. It was sweet with a small hint of sourness.
Naruto threw the other half into his own mouth and chewed. "They're growing nicely."
"Hn. You're a decent gardener, I see."
With a shrug, Naruto answered. "I try my best. I don't like eating ones grown with ripening hormones and shit. Not healthy at all."
"Do you even care about your health that much?"
"Of course I do. Except for alcohol. I sometimes drink too much… Wait – you were implying that, weren't you?!"
Sasuke shoved his hands in his pockets and raised a brow.
"Pfft. It's not like I'm an alcoholic. I just happen to like drinking. That's all."
"That's what they all say," Sasuke grumbled.
"But I don't drink that much now. You were with me for the last couple of days. You've seen how much I drank."
"I guess." He turned around, walking back to the swing. The book was on his lap. Naruto glanced at his tomatoes one last time, then took a seat next to Sasuke. His descent made the swing move a bit faster than before.
"Hmm," Naruto took a deep breath. "This is nice."
"Only if you like getting a sunburn."
"Not that," he sighed. "Sitting here with you. Doing nothing."
Sasuke opened and closed the cover of the book two times without looking at it. He could feel his brows furrow, his lips slightly pursed as millions of thoughts ran through his mind. They were here, yes, but what exactly was this? He'd agreed to go steady, but did he know what he was doing – or rather, what he was supposed to do? Other than Naruto, he was not certain what he was doing with his life. Only if he could get a job… Maybe that could make things better. Spending his days with nothing creative ate his mind.
He felt a pair of soft lips on his cheek, and startled, he turned his head. Naruto was looking at him with keen eyes. "You look distracted," he murmured. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"I'm sure a penny wouldn't be enough to buy my thoughts," he scoffed. Naruto didn't say anything, which was a rare thing to happen, so he continued. "I don't know. It's just… life. I feel like I can't cope up with it anymore."
"Tell me if you feel like I've forced you into a relationship."
"No," he quickly objected. "That's not…"
"I got carried away and we moved too fast."
"Naruto. It's not like you're the only one getting carried away by all this. I wanted you as much as you wanted me."
The statement took Naruto aback. He seemed to process it for a moment before nodding, his cheeks a light pink. Sasuke hoped it wasn't from the sun. "You need time to get used to this."
It wasn't a question. Naruto seemed to understand his problem with being in a relationship for the first time.
"Hn," he put the book between them on the swing.
"For other things… You know you can talk to me about your problems… right? I might not be able to help with everything, but… I'll try my best. And I'm a good listener."
He offered Naruto a small smile. "Thanks."
They both knew Sasuke wasn't 100% comfortable with sharing everything yet – even Naruto wasn't, but it was the thought that counted.
Naruto yawned, moving the swing as he stretched.
"You slept like a pig and you're still tired?"
"Hey, I slept like a kitten. And it's your fault for tiring me last night."
Sasuke felt his hands get sweaty as he recalled their activities. "You enjoyed it."
"Fuck yes," he grinned, his eyes a clear blue in the daylight. "Wanna do it again?"
"What, now?" He raised a brow. "I don't think I could sit properly if we did. I'm sore, even now."
"That's kind of the point—"
Naruto's phone went off with an obnoxious melody on the table in front of the seating set.
"Ah, sorry." He rushed to take it. Sasuke saw him make a surprised face, but didn't dwell on it. "Hey, Grandad. What's up?"
He walked back and forth, listening to the man speak. His hand went to his nape, rubbing anxiously.
"No, I don't—Don't give it to her!" He groaned. "Shit."
Sasuke figured Naruto was talking about Tsunade. She had an interesting attitude, so it made sense if Naruto didn't want to talk to her right now, when they were having a moment.
Whatever she was saying, it made Naruto stole a glance at Sasuke before walking away, speaking silently. Now, this wasn't something Sasuke was used to. Naruto had been quite comfortable with sharing his personal life until now.
Naruto angrily hung up, staring at the phone in his hand like he wanted to smash it. Sasuke, warily, stood up and walked up to him. "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? No, it's…" He scratched his cheek. "Tsunade wants me to come to St. Paul to see my therapist in an hour."
"Are you going to?"
"She…" He looked away. "I should. I haven't seen Kakashi for about a year now. He told me to come if I ever felt like I need to, but Tsunade insists on visiting him just in case."
"I can come with you," suggested Sasuke. "If you want me to."
"Heh." Naruto wore a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thanks for the offer, but it's best for me to go alone. I tend to be crabby after seeing him."
"I don't mind."
"Really, though," Naruto's smile faded. "I'm fine. I can go on my own."
Not pushing it seemed like the best option. Sasuke wanted to help, but if Naruto didn't want help, there wasn't much he could do about it now. "Okay."
"I'm gonna go and, uh, see Kiba. They should be back by now," he checked the time on his phone. He was suddenly acting weird. Sasuke knew Naruto's mood tended to change damn fast, so he didn't say anything. Also, there was no invitation for him to come with him to Kiba's.
He felt a bad feeling in his stomach.
There was no need to feel like this. Naruto probably needed to think and process everything as much as Sasuke needed to, and tell about it to a friend. His best friend was Kiba and it made perfect sense that Naruto wanted to see him.
It wasn't anything he did.
"I'll go home then," he managed to mutter to break the silence.
"Okay," Naruto nodded, chewing his lip. "You're more than welcome to borrow the book if you liked it."
Sasuke looked back at the book sitting on the swing. He hadn't read much of it, but he had lots of free time. "Sure."
"Right." It was awkward to part like this. Naruto moved first, closing the distance between them and kissing Sasuke softly. Sasuke immediately kissed back.
He didn't want to let go right after, and Naruto didn't seem opposed, so they kissed for a while, both seeking comfort and understanding. Luckily, it was something that could be found.
"I'll text you later, 'kay?" Naruto spoke with a hoarse voice. He looked anxious.
"Okay," Sasuke nodded and grabbed the book from the swing before starting to walk toward the direction of his own house.
An empty house was something he'd forgotten about. It was funny, because he'd spent years living alone after high school, but he'd never been bothered by it. In fact, it was always comforting. Until now.
He got himself a glass of water and went to his room. Even watching something would feel alone, he presumed.
Now he was starting to understand why many people despised relationships. Because once you got a feeling you're the half of another person, it destroyed your ability to be comfortable with your loneliness.
It wasn't like he would let the lack of Naruto's presence affect him. Even if their relationship would work out, in the end, they weren't kids anymore and couldn't spend every hour of the day together. Naruto had a job, and Sasuke was determined to have one too. Plus, Naruto had a life here; one he'd established without Sasuke.
Without thinking, he opened the door of his closet and held the handle of his violin case, taking it out. He wanted to do something that didn't need attention. Muscle memory would let him play without a problem, which was an amazing thing because he didn't think he could read notes right now. He took the violin out of the case, running a finger over the wood to see if there were any dust, and checked the strings to see if it needed tuning.
When it was all done, Sasuke stood in front of the window, watching the trees and just started to play. He didn't really know what he was playing; actually, he was pretty sure he was messing up every once in a while and mashing songs up, but did it matter?
He didn't think so.
He played and played until his arms were sore and his eyelids were starting to close. Being emotionally drained was taking its toll on him. He put the violin on the desk, not bothering with the case. It took the remains of his energy to climb onto the bed and the instant his head met the pillow, he was out.
The buzzing sound awoke Sasuke. His eyes opened slowly, his mind trying to figure out what time it was. The sun was still up and shining. He groaned and reached for the bedside table to check who had texted him. Deep inside, he hoped it was Naruto, but it was just Ino, asking about the date.
Just as he was about to punch in a quick reply, he stopped. Ino would call him and ask for more details, and that was not something he wanted to talk about right now.
Still, it would be nice to talk to someone right now.
Instead of a reply, he touched the call button.
Thanks to Ino's work hours, they didn't get to speak for more than 20 minutes. Sasuke told Ino about how the night went and… the aftermath, without the details, and this time Ino did squeak like an over-enthusiastic high school student.
When they hung up, Sasuke realized he had a text from Naruto. It was just him saying he was safely in St. Paul, but it still helped Sasuke relax, even if just a bit. He couldn't really understand why Naruto's aunt had chosen a therapist in St. Paul when they could easily find one in Minneapolis, but they probably had a good reason. He just didn't want Naruto to feel anxious about being there.
Itachi wouldn't be home for another two hours, and Sasuke's eyes got tired of reading the book he'd borrowed from Naruto after a while. He went to the kitchen, looking through the ingredients in the fridge. He didn't know how to cook, yes, but he wasn't an idiot. He could make something using a recipe.
By the time the door opened, signaling Itachi's arrival, Sasuke had cooked spaghetti and tomato sauce for it. They smelled good. He tasted the sauce with a spoon. It was edible.
He sauntered to the living room to see Itachi. The man was sprawled out on the couch, his eyes closed.
"Hey," he greeted. "How was your day?"
Itachi smiled. "Tiring. How was yours?"
"…It was alright." He sat down next to him. "Do you want me to rub your shoulders?"
His eyes opened, gazing at Sasuke affectionately. Sasuke noticed the wrinkles by the dark eyes similar to his own. "Where's Naruto?"
Sasuke sighed. "In St. Paul."
"How do you know?"
"There's no way he would go there unless Tsunade forced him to see Kakashi," he stretched his back. "Wait. Did something happen?" His brows furrowed.
With a shrug, Sasuke stood up. "No. Just a check-up."
"And how did last night go?"
"I made dinner," Sasuke quickly changed the subject.
Trying his best to make his face look innocent, he turned around, regarding Itachi. "Yes?"
The older man took a step toward Sasuke and flicked his forehead. It didn't hurt much, but it was surprising. Before he realized it, Itachi was whispering in his ear. "You have a hickey on your neck."
His face was burning up as Itachi chuckled and went upstairs to change his clothes. He'd forgotten all about that.
What if he'd gone outside?
He scrubbed his face with his hands. Next time, he'd have to remind Naruto to leave hickeys somewhere down on his chest instead of his neck.
He pushed the kitchen door open, utterly embarrassed, and took the plates down to put the food in. He took a deep breath and thought about last night as he started putting sauces in their dishes. It wasn't perfect in any way, they were both too nervous, but in the end, it had worked just fine and Sasuke couldn't have been happier about his first time.
Not that he'd ever dreamed of having a first time. But he'd never thought there would be someone whom he liked as much as Naruto either.
The blond was sometimes annoying. He would tease Sasuke just for the hell of it, quote random Disney movies and say historical stuff, but he was also… nice. Really nice. Despite his trauma, he was still caring toward people and Sasuke knew what Naruto had said about them bringing the best out of each other was true. Naruto made him forget about the emptiness he felt. If there was a way to be truly happy… there was no way he would ever pass up on a chance like that.
"Smells good," Itachi came in, wearing sweatpants and a short sleeved t-shirt. He looked different than when he was wearing a suit. Then again, when he was with Sasuke, he always looked more relaxed.
"Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells," Sasuke shook his head and proceeded to set the table.
"Naruto really should teach you how to cook other meals, though. A 12-year-old could make spaghetti."
"Tsk. I'm pretty sure I can do other things if I watch a how-to video."
"Maybe. But Naruto teaching you sounds better."
He gave a look at Itachi, and then, sat down across him.
"You don't need to be shy with me," Itachi spoke, staring at the food in his plate. "Feel free to stop me if I start asking personal questions, but I approve of your relationship with Naruto. Whatever kind of relationship you two decide it to be."
"…We've already kind of decided," he picked up his fork and took a tentative bite. It tasted alright.
Itachi arched a brow. "That was faster than I expected."
"I know," he said after swallowing. Under Itachi's questioning gaze, he got up to get a glass of water. "I… accepted to give it a try."
"That's great," Itachi smiled, making it obvious he was happy for him.
"Yeah," Sasuke took a swallow from the water. "Call of Duty after dinner?"
Sasuke growled. "You killed our teammate!"
"Sorry, Sasuke," Itachi chuckled. "That wasn't my intention."
He put the controller down and took a shaky breath. "Anyway. Can I ask for a favor?"
"Of course," Itachi turned the TV off. "Is something wrong?"
"No…" Anxiously, he started rubbing his arm. "Naruto told me one of Yahiko's friends has an architecture firm."
"And that they're looking for employees."
"Sasuke," Itachi said with a serious tone. "You don't have to work. But if you want to, I'll gladly set you up an interview."
"Thanks." He didn't elaborate, and Itachi didn't ask.
"If that's all, I guess I'll turn in for the night."
Sasuke looked at Itachi's sleepy form. His lips twitched at the sight. Itachi was practically sleeping on his feet. "That's all."
"Hm," he stood up. "Good night, little brother. Don't forget to give Naruto a call."
He watched Itachi disappear from his sight before letting out a shuddering breath. He was alone here once again. The days he'd spent alone in his apartment back in California seemed so far away.
He needed a drink.
Maybe spending time with Naruto was starting to rub off on him –because he usually didn't drink much- but he was okay with it. At least it made him feel alive.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he put it on the table to go get his laptop from his room. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and grabbed his beer again.
The breeze wasn't strong. He walked to Naruto's backyard, put his laptop and phone on the swing before sitting down beside them. It felt weird to be here without Naruto. He was sure the blond wouldn't mind, after all, they were dating (he still couldn't believe it).
He silently sipped his beer until the bottle was empty. He put it on the grass and grabbed his laptop, powering it on. He would write something short. Just to vent and pass the time. Then he would call Naruto.
By midnight, he'd already written about ten thousand words. It was a short story about a teenage boy who liked to stargaze, and it had kept him busy for apparently almost an hour and a half.
Chewing his bottom lip, he starting reading what he'd written. He fixed a couple of sentences and spelling errors. When the half of it was read, he realized the story reminded him of someone.
He honestly hadn't thought about Naruto while writing it. The boy who liked to watch the stars… and dream. The kind and cheerful boy. It was all Naruto.
With a sigh, he saved the document and shut the laptop down, placing it on the seat next to him. He grabbed his phone to call Naruto. There wasn't anything specific he wanted to tell him; his day hadn't been hectic at all, but he was sure Naruto had stuff to say. The corner of his lips twitched upward—
Suddenly, he froze. The lights were on in Naruto's house.
He gulped. Hearing Naruto's voice wasn't soothing him at all. This was a small town, so he didn't think there would be many thieves around, but someone apparently had broken in.
He got up, his hand still holding the phone to his ear as he carefully paced toward the kitchen window. His movements were slow. "Naruto. Hey."
"Shh." He bent his knees to lower himself so he wouldn't be out in the open. "There's someone in your house."
"…Ha? Where are you?" Naruto's voice sounded muffled.
"In the backyard," he whispered. "Right under your kitchen window. I think someone broke in—"
Before he had the chance to complete his sentence, the window flew open. The sound of the window hitting the wall sent Sasuke flying down.
"HOLY SHIT!" Sasuke yelped. His heart was beating erratically in his chest. "Why didn't you tell me it's you? You gave me a fucking heart attack!"
"Oh," Naruto looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't look exactly happy or mad. Actually, he looked apathetic. "Sorry. I had no idea what you were talking about."
"You could at least tell me you were going to come back," he stood up, brushing his hands against his pants to get rid of the dirt. "I thought you would stay with Tsunade and I didn't hear any sounds from your car."
"Hm," Naruto stared at him for a moment before he sighed and raked a hand through his hair, reaching to the window handle to close it. "You can come in if you want."
Without another word, he closed it. Sasuke was… confused. It wasn't exactly an invitation, but he didn't look like he was just being kind either. The choice was entirely up to Sasuke.
And of course, he was getting in. He knew something was wrong. Naruto needed comfort. The least he could do was to be there for him.
Like he expected, the door was unlocked. He closed it behind himself with a soft click and after placing his laptop and phone on the coffee table in the living room, he proceeded to walk toward the kitchen. Naruto was sitting on the floor with a bottle in his hand. The entire room smelled like alcohol.
He looked at Sasuke. His pink lips quirked, but they didn't form a proper smile. Sasuke sat down on the floor next to Naruto and leaned against the counter. His pants were already dirty, so he didn't need to worry about that. "You're drinking again."
"I'm not judging," he murmured. "How did it go?"
Naruto took a sip. "It was alright."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," he shrugged. "But I told him about you. He likes you already."
He smiled, but since they were both looking ahead, it was unseen by Naruto. "That's good to hear."
After several minutes of silence and drinking, Sasuke finally found the courage to look at Naruto. He looked normal, but his expression was something Sasuke hadn't seen before, and definitely something he didn't like. He pressed his index finger to Naruto's cheek. "Don't look like that."
"You really suck at comforting people," Naruto sneered. He pulled his legs closer to himself, hugging his knees with his idle arm.
"I know," Sasuke nodded. He wasn't reluctant as he reached for Naruto's hand. He held the bottle with his other hand and put it on the floor. Naruto's hand was warm in his. He pulled it closer to his mouth, kissing the back of it.
Naruto took a shuddering breath, facing Sasuke. His gaze softened at the sight and his lips turned into a genuine smile this time as he looked at Sasuke lips. Sasuke could feel his breath on his mouth, and it reeked of alcohol, but Naruto looked like he wanted a kiss. He wasn't going to deny him.
He leaned in, closed his eyes and kissed just the corner of Naruto's mouth. Naruto whimpered softly as his hand fisted in Sasuke's hair, crushing their mouths together. If he wasn't good with comforting words, Sasuke was sure he could comfort Naruto with his kisses. Naruto's kisses always calmed him down. He hoped it was a mutual feeling.
As the kiss gained a fierce state, he pushed Naruto down to the floor and braced himself as their mouths moved on each other. Naruto had let go. He was acting submissive, accepting whatever Sasuke did. Sasuke was sucking Naruto's tongue in his own mouth, biting and tugging his bottom lip.
He pulled back slightly to continue kissing Naruto's cheek, jaw, and neck. Naruto was flushed a bright red, probably from the alcohol, and his lips were swollen from all the sucking Sasuke had done on them.
"I wouldn't say no if you said you wanted to take me right here," Naruto whispered. His words went directly to Sasuke's groin, causing his jeans to feel tight on him. He didn't need to look down to know Naruto was already hard.
"You're too easy," Sasuke nipped Naruto's bottom lip. Before they went further, he wanted to make sure Naruto was touched enough. He wanted to show him that he cared, he wanted Naruto to know he was here for him.
Naruto's hands were on Sasuke's body, sliding against his back and sides, then his chest, but his touches didn't feel like he was trying to arouse Sasuke. He was simply… feeling. Acknowledging Sasuke's presence.
"The floor's going to hurt your back," Sasuke exclaimed, his hands under Naruto's shirt as his lips traveled on his neck.
"I don't care," Naruto growled. He stopped Sasuke to take his shirt off. "Let's do it. Right here."
Sasuke's gaze roamed over Naruto's bare, tan chest, then his hands that were undoing his belt. "We don't have condoms here."
With a groan, Naruto's hands closed on his face. His pants were still on. "Then go get one, Sasuke."
The kitchen wasn't his ideal place to have sex. He wasn't even used to doing it in the bed, and here Naruto was, asking him to do it on the kitchen floor. He got to his feet and grabbed Naruto's shirt from the floor. One of his hands rested on Naruto's shoulder. "Let's go to your room."
For a moment, he thought Naruto would snap at him. Instead, Naruto briefly nodded and did as he was told. Sasuke intertwined their fingers, leading Naruto out of the kitchen and to the bedroom.
With swift movements of his hand, he jerked Naruto's pants down. Naruto stepped aside and watched Sasuke take his shirt off.
Once they were both only in their boxers, Naruto brushed their lips together. He was somehow calmer than 5 minutes ago. Sasuke could only hope it would last.
They were on the bed, Sasuke straddling Naruto's hips and kissing his chest, leaving red marks here and there. He wanted to take his time making Naruto feel good because Naruto did the exact same thing to him.
"Hm?" He stopped swirling his tongue around the hardened nub and looked into Naruto's eyes.
Naruto straightened up and pulled Sasuke closer to give him a kiss. His hand followed a trail down Sasuke's chest and stopped when it reached his erection. He tugged the boxers down and starting pumping his shaft. A soft moan escaped Sasuke's mouth. It felt too good.
The sound of the condom wrapping tearing made Sasuke raise an amused yet confused brow. "Just how many people did you sleep with to earn the skill to open it with one hand?"
"Is that jealousy speaking or are you honestly curious?" Naruto whispered to Sasuke's neck.
"Heh," he rolled the condom down on Sasuke's length. He uncapped the lube with the same efficiency and squeezed some. A few open-mouthed kisses were planted on Sasuke's throat. "I want you inside me."
Biting his lip, Sasuke nodded. It wasn't like he was clueless. Naruto obviously had had a lot more experience than he did and probably had had better fucks, but this wasn't about that. He knew that.
Naruto discarded his own boxers and his slick fingers went between his cheeks. Sasuke's pulse ticked up at the sight. "I can do it."
"You just watch," Naruto smirked. As he prepped himself, his mouth occasionally opened to let out a puff of air, his chest was flushed and his now revealed cock head was becoming an angry purple.
Sasuke drowned in the sight. Naruto was breathtaking; he looked so beautiful like this. Sasuke gulped. This time, it wasn't nervousness. It was pure lust that made him uneasy.
"Okay," Naruto panted. He quickly turned around and faced the headboard. "You know what to do. Or do you need a handbook or somethin'?"
With a snort, Sasuke crawled closer to Naruto. "Tsk. You're getting cocky."
"Maybe," he turned his head to look at Sasuke over his shoulder. "Let's see if you learned anything last night."
Sasuke's hands were groping Naruto's cheeks and kneading them. "Is that your best at dirty talking?"
"So you're into that…" He grinned wolfishly. "Do you want me to beg?"
Lining his cock with Naruto's entrance, Sasuke hummed. "…Maybe."
It would be interesting.
"Sasuke," he pleaded. "Please fuck me until I can't stand on my knees. I want you to ram into me so hard. Make me scream your name."
He was barely aware of anything as he suddenly pushed in. Naruto gasped, pushing back to take more of Sasuke.
It was fucking amazing.
Naruto was so, so hot. His tightness was surrounding Sasuke's cock, burning him as he started to mindlessly thrust into it. Naruto didn't seem to mind. He was meeting Sasuke's thrusts with a thrust.
He violently gripped Naruto's shoulders and let Naruto's groans, whimpers and muffled words of approval drive him insane. This moment, his decision was final. He was never letting Naruto go.
"Fuck, Sasuke," Naruto cried into the pillow. "Harder. Make it hurt."
Who was he to say no? If Naruto liked it rough, he was more than happy to comply. "Mm, Naruto," he groaned and bit his shoulder.
As Sasuke's thrusts earned an almost animalistic nature, he fisted Naruto's hair and leaned down to connect their mouths. Their tongues lapped together and they muffled each other's moans.
It felt so right.
"Ah – Jesus Christ!" Sasuke gave one particularly hard thrust that had Naruto jerking.
"I'd rather you say my name," Naruto sucked on Sasuke's upper lip. "Let me get on top."
He ceased moving his hips as Naruto pushed him down to the other side of the bed and got on top of him. He adjusted himself and started riding Sasuke.
"Oh," he arched his body. "Feels so fuckin' good."
Sasuke was thrusting up, his hands stroking Naruto's thighs. They were both sweaty and too lost in pleasure.
"Nghhh! So close," he started jerking himself off.
Sasuke watched Naruto wildly slam himself down in time with the movements of his hand and the sight was enough to push him over the edge. He released deep inside Naruto with a throaty groan. Naruto followed him, spraying Sasuke's chest with his seed as he held onto Sasuke's shoulder for support.
His hands were too shaky to keep him up. He slumped down, his breathing heavy against Sasuke's sensitive skin. Sasuke could still feel his softening cock pulsate inside Naruto.
He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and closed his eyes as they both tried to come down from the amazing experience they'd had.
Naruto carefully lifted himself and flopped down next to Sasuke. "You didn't hold back at all."
"Mm," Sasuke rolled to his side. "I feel sticky."
"We should probably shower," he yawned and wiped his wet bangs to the side. He sweetly smiled at Sasuke and took his hand in his. "You don't run away when I'm sad. You don't get away from me because I have problems."
A frown settled on Sasuke's relaxed face. "Why would I do that?"
He blinked. "Most people don't bother with other people's pain." His hand brushed against Sasuke's neck. "Under your mask of indifference, you really care for people close to you."
Sasuke nuzzled against the warm hand. "I didn't have many people to care about until I came here."
"Mm," he kissed Sasuke's jaw. "You admit you care about me?"
"Of course I care about you," Sasuke murmured. "You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"
"I am," Naruto grinned. He pressed his lips to Sasuke's and kissed him until they were both out of breath.
Sasuke drew in a deep breath, watching Naruto's face. "What now?"
"Shower." He helped Sasuke sit up before leaving the bed to find some clothes for them to wear after getting clean.
Naruto ate leftovers from the fridge as Sasuke found a movie for them to watch. They were on the couch, Naruto's head on Sasuke's lap. "I asked Itachi to set me up an interview."
"You did?" Naruto said, still looking at the screen.
"Hm." He ran his hand through the still damp locks of blond hair. "You were right. Also, I don't want to stay home all day and be a housewife."
"You're pretty," Naruto rolled to look at Sasuke, grinning brightly. "But you don't know how to cook. I bet you can't clean either."
"I can clean," Sasuke denied. "And don't call me pretty."
"Hehe," Naruto sat up on a sudden, pulling Sasuke on top of him with crushing force. "You're so cuuuute!"
"I'll kill you," Sasuke growled, trying to push Naruto away, but Naruto's hold around him only tightened.
"You can't escape from my hug," Naruto chuckled. "Ow – stop fighting, my ass hurts! Just cuddle with me, will you?"
"It's your fault," he snorted but eventually stopped resisting. His head rested on Naruto's chest. "Let me go."
"Shut up," Naruto pinched him lightly. "Stop making a huge deal out of it. I asked you to cuddle. Not to climb the Great Divide."
"What kind of person says that?"
"Me kind of person."
"You're jealous because I'm too cool," Naruto brushed a kiss on Sasuke's forehead.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Sasuke smiled.
It wasn't until 3 in the morning that Sasuke woke up and realized they'd fallen asleep on the couch. He wasn't sore, thanks to Naruto's body - which worked as a great pillow, but he felt sorry for Naruto when he shook him awake and the blond said his back hurt like hell. After going to Naruto's room and sleeping in the bed, they felt a lot better in the morning.
Sasuke was doing the bed, Naruto was singing while he brushed his teeth (how did he even do that?) and it was a beautiful, calm morning. One that Sasuke liked very much.
"Don't forget to wash the dirty sheets," Sasuke pointed at the sheets on the floor that he'd changed before going to sleep.
"I won't," Naruto nodded. "You wanna go out? I have only 3 days of vacation left."
"If you want to," Sasuke grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it.
"I'll take you to this pancake place in Minneapolis," Naruto snickered and kissed Sasuke's cheek.
After brushing his teeth, they headed to Itachi's house to get some clothes. Naruto was drinking water so Sasuke climbed the stairs on his own, and the moment he entered his room, the feeling of loneliness washed over.
It was so much better to be here with Naruto.
Like he wanted to prove Sasuke right, Naruto walked in. "What's up? Why do you look frozen like a statue? Are you a weeping angel?"
"Don't force me to cut the cables of your TV," Sasuke's brow twitched.
"Hah! You wouldn't dare." Naruto sat on the bed, then changed his mind and laid down, making himself comfortable as Sasuke went to find something to wear in the closet room. "Your pillow smells like you."
"I wonder why," Sasuke retorted dryly.
"I'm hungry. Hurry up or I'll dress you myself."
"Impatient," he muttered under his breath. It didn't really bother him like normal people's impatience did.
"Coming in!" Naruto opened the door and grabbed the black t-shirt from Sasuke's hand. "What are you, 5? What's taking you so long?"
It took all his strength to not burst into laughter. It was the first time someone was accusing him of being a kid, and that person was… Naruto.
"Hey, stop lookin' funny and raise your arms."
Sasuke let Naruto put it on for him – simply because he was too focused on not laughing to take the shirt back.
"We should do it in here sometime," he looked around. "Architect t-shirt! I wanna wear it!"
"You were just saying you…" He didn't complete his sentence. Naruto changed his t-shirt only in a couple of seconds. He really was fast.
"Come on now."
Sasuke did laugh softly this time. "Fine."
"Also remind me to get takeaway for Itachi if we have lunch there. He likes eating at that restaurant across the park. Oh – I know what we'll do after breakfast! There's a place I wanna show you."
It was heartwarming. Sasuke liked hearing Naruto blabber enthusiastically about stuff that didn't even matter. In the bright orange car he absolutely hated, sitting in the passenger seat and holding Naruto's hand, he took a deep breath and smiled.
It was so good to be home.