Make 'em Laugh 2
oops! i so meant to post this earlier, but i was cleaning all day and reading MARS all night, that i just now remembered to do it, haha. another "make 'em laugh" drabble for those of you who need a good laugh. *huggles*
“I, Uzumaki Naruto, am a master debater!”
Uchiha Sasuke watched in hidden amusement as the dobe practiced his speech. The debate team was currently seeking a representative to send to the Nationals, letting each hopeful give a speech on why he or she should be the one chosen. And Sasuke had to admit, Naruto could give them all a run for their money. He was indeed a master debater. Ask Iruka-sensei.
“I can get anyone to listen to me!”
When someone was that loud, it was hard not to listen, Sasuke mused.
“I can talk circles around anyone!”
More like he wouldn’t shut up.
“I can get anyone to do anything, even if that person would have never thought to do it before!”
And that, Sasuke thought with a serious face, was the gods’ honest truth.
Because it was only someone that persistent, that whiney, that utterly adorable, who could make Uchiha Sasuke, ladies’ man extraordinaire, walk calmly across the empty backstage, grab a thin shoulder, whirl said someone around, and jam his tongue into that opened-in-protest mouth.
After a moment, the kiss was hesitantly returned, and Sasuke smirked to know that even the great Uzumaki Naruto was wary of going against the wishes of Uchiha Sasuke.
But the thought that Naruto was so inexperienced, that Sasuke could be the one to teach him the intimacies of the art was more arousing than the Uchiha had anticipated. He moved his hands from Naruto’s arms and to his waist, pulling the shorter blonde roughly against his groin and loving the immediate reactions from all parties involved.
His cock pulsed with the friction from the movement; his hips jumped into the other boy, creating even more of that tongue-biting sensation; and Naruto gasped, such a sweet, innocent, honest sound.
Sasuke reached for the opening of Naruto’s pants, pleased when all the boy did was stutter his name. He reached down into the blonde’s pants and stroked him through his boxers, hoping to coax a positive response from the shy teen.
As he felt the length under his hand stiffen, he let his fingers enter the boxers and run lightly over the heated skin. Naruto moaned with a voice like an angel’s, and Sasuke was hard pressed not to toss him against a wall and take him then and there.
Sasuke leaned into Naruto, grabbing the boy’s cock firmly in his hand. His lips brushed over the shell of the other’s ear, nibbling slightly, before parting to let slip, “Touch me, dobe.”
There was no response for a moment as Sasuke trailed his lips down a tanned neck, and then a nervous hand pawed at his pants before they fell open. Sasuke continued to move his hand up and down Naruto’s slick shaft, smiling into the blonde’s neck at how aroused the other seemed to be, regardless of his hesitancy.
And then, Naruto seemed to get it. He thrust his hand down Sasuke’s pants and grabbed his hard cock, making Sasuke gasp out a surprised breath at the feel of hot and calloused skin.
Not to be outdone by someone as inexperienced as the dobe, Sasuke began to jerk Naruto off expertly, doing everything he himself loved, squeezing at the base and running a blunt nail over the leaking slit. But Naruto just copied everything he did until they were both panting and nearly blue from severe lack of oxygen, both ready to let loose long strings of moans and encouragements, and, on Sasuke’s part, some very colorful expletives. The dobe was fucking good.
And then both of them came, and they paused, hands still down each other’s pants, to catch their breaths. And then Naruto snatched his hand from Sasuke’s pants, and the Uchiha looked up to watch his face. It was tomato red, and his breaths were still coming out sharply. Sasuke smirked and reached to wipe his hand off on a shirt hanging on a rack nearby.
He redid Naruto’s pants, and then his own before leaning forward and chastely kissing the blonde on the lips.
“Naruto! It’s your turn to speak!” Sakura poked her head through the curtain and grabbed the blonde.
Before he disappeared, Sasuke smirked and yelled over to him, “Call me, dobe.”
And as he turned around to exit the auditorium, he heard Naruto’s slightly shaking voice start on the speech he’d been practicing and laughed when he tripped over his words.
“I, Uzumaki Naruto, am a masturbator.”
owari
“I, Uzumaki Naruto, am a master debater!”
Uchiha Sasuke watched in hidden amusement as the dobe practiced his speech. The debate team was currently seeking a representative to send to the Nationals, letting each hopeful give a speech on why he or she should be the one chosen. And Sasuke had to admit, Naruto could give them all a run for their money. He was indeed a master debater. Ask Iruka-sensei.
“I can get anyone to listen to me!”
When someone was that loud, it was hard not to listen, Sasuke mused.
“I can talk circles around anyone!”
More like he wouldn’t shut up.
“I can get anyone to do anything, even if that person would have never thought to do it before!”
And that, Sasuke thought with a serious face, was the gods’ honest truth.
Because it was only someone that persistent, that whiney, that utterly adorable, who could make Uchiha Sasuke, ladies’ man extraordinaire, walk calmly across the empty backstage, grab a thin shoulder, whirl said someone around, and jam his tongue into that opened-in-protest mouth.
After a moment, the kiss was hesitantly returned, and Sasuke smirked to know that even the great Uzumaki Naruto was wary of going against the wishes of Uchiha Sasuke.
But the thought that Naruto was so inexperienced, that Sasuke could be the one to teach him the intimacies of the art was more arousing than the Uchiha had anticipated. He moved his hands from Naruto’s arms and to his waist, pulling the shorter blonde roughly against his groin and loving the immediate reactions from all parties involved.
His cock pulsed with the friction from the movement; his hips jumped into the other boy, creating even more of that tongue-biting sensation; and Naruto gasped, such a sweet, innocent, honest sound.
Sasuke reached for the opening of Naruto’s pants, pleased when all the boy did was stutter his name. He reached down into the blonde’s pants and stroked him through his boxers, hoping to coax a positive response from the shy teen.
As he felt the length under his hand stiffen, he let his fingers enter the boxers and run lightly over the heated skin. Naruto moaned with a voice like an angel’s, and Sasuke was hard pressed not to toss him against a wall and take him then and there.
Sasuke leaned into Naruto, grabbing the boy’s cock firmly in his hand. His lips brushed over the shell of the other’s ear, nibbling slightly, before parting to let slip, “Touch me, dobe.”
There was no response for a moment as Sasuke trailed his lips down a tanned neck, and then a nervous hand pawed at his pants before they fell open. Sasuke continued to move his hand up and down Naruto’s slick shaft, smiling into the blonde’s neck at how aroused the other seemed to be, regardless of his hesitancy.
And then, Naruto seemed to get it. He thrust his hand down Sasuke’s pants and grabbed his hard cock, making Sasuke gasp out a surprised breath at the feel of hot and calloused skin.
Not to be outdone by someone as inexperienced as the dobe, Sasuke began to jerk Naruto off expertly, doing everything he himself loved, squeezing at the base and running a blunt nail over the leaking slit. But Naruto just copied everything he did until they were both panting and nearly blue from severe lack of oxygen, both ready to let loose long strings of moans and encouragements, and, on Sasuke’s part, some very colorful expletives. The dobe was fucking good.
And then both of them came, and they paused, hands still down each other’s pants, to catch their breaths. And then Naruto snatched his hand from Sasuke’s pants, and the Uchiha looked up to watch his face. It was tomato red, and his breaths were still coming out sharply. Sasuke smirked and reached to wipe his hand off on a shirt hanging on a rack nearby.
He redid Naruto’s pants, and then his own before leaning forward and chastely kissing the blonde on the lips.
“Naruto! It’s your turn to speak!” Sakura poked her head through the curtain and grabbed the blonde.
Before he disappeared, Sasuke smirked and yelled over to him, “Call me, dobe.”
And as he turned around to exit the auditorium, he heard Naruto’s slightly shaking voice start on the speech he’d been practicing and laughed when he tripped over his words.
“I, Uzumaki Naruto, am a masturbator.”
owari