Wolves: 02
by Mashiro
beta: Allys777
Naruto fandom, short series, no spoilers
BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke; drinking, raging hormones, sex
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Naruto, I am just a fan. This is a FAN FICTION.
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02: Good reflexes
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The day after the drinking contest gone awkward, there was no mission and no scheduled group training. Of course. That was the reason Naruto had picked that day. Kakashi-sensei might be a pretty odd sensei, but he probably wouldn’t appreciate it if Sasuke showed up hung-over for something work-related. Yes, and it would only be him because Naruto didn’t get hung-over.
Now, of course, Naruto wouldn’t have minded if Sasuke showed up hung-over. He wouldn’t have minded if Sasuke showed up drunk or even passed out. It would have been hilarious. Kakashi-sensei would have been angry and Sakura-chan would have probably stopped liking Sasuke so much. Oh no, not probably, definitely! Because Sasuke was horrible at drinking and when he was passed out he looked so... pathetic!
If Naruto could have set things up so Sasuke showed up hung-over or drunk or passed out, he would have gladly done that. But unfortunately Sasuke was no idiot. If there had been a mission or scheduled group training the day after, the bastard would have just used that as an excuse to get out of the challenge. ‘Idiot,’ he could have said. ‘I’m not gonna screw up a mission because I can’t drink to save my life.’ Okay, maybe he wouldn’t have said that... But he could have said something like that and he would have only seemed reasonable; not like just he sucked at drinking and was scared of Naruto finding out.
So Naruto had picked a day that was followed by a day off. And Sasuke had had no choice but to agree. Eventually. After Naruto had thrown some carefully chosen grins and looks and words his way. Sometimes Sasuke was so easy to manipulate.
Hehe, the bastard probably wished he hadn’t agreed now though. He would be so hung-over and feel so bad when he woke up. Maybe he would wake up on the floor in his kitchen. It was very likely that he hadn’t been able to make it to his bed before falling asleep, with the way he had swayed when he left Naruto’s place. Probably wouldn’t be able to get any training done at all for... days! Sucks to be an unimpressive guy, doesn’t it?
Naruto’s day after started like any other day when he didn’t have missions or group-training. The only traces of the drinking contest were the state of his apartment (no headache or anything; sometimes Kyuubi was so useful); empty bottles and the stain on the floor that he hadn’t quite been able to get rid of. The stain that had... But cleaning that up was for later!
Naruto had breakfast and then he went out to train. He trained until his body absolutely refused to move for him anymore and then he let himself pass out on the ground and stay out until he could move again. The normal routine.
Usually the ‘sleeping until he could move again’ was followed by eating (unless something really extraordinary happened on the way home), and most of the times ‘eating’ meant instant ramen from his ramen cupboard (unless he had the luck of running into someone willing to buy him a meal [Iruka on the way there). This day however, it wasn’t something extraordinary that happened (not really) and it wasn’t Iruka offering to take Naruto out to eat ramen. This day Sasuke happened.
Sasuke didn’t usually happen. Most days without mission or group-training Naruto was spared his haughty and too cool for words sort of rival and sort of friend. It had happened once or twice that they had run into each other in the woods, when Naruto was training or looking for a good training spot or something else like that; but those times they had just noticed each other, glared and then turned to walk in opposite directions. It was so nice that they could agree on things like staying away from each other.
(Of course, drinking contests with the purpose of Naruto thoroughly crushing Sasuke at drinking were a whole different matter.)
It would have been such a bother if Sasuke had... say, been all clingy and annoying and stuff; sort of like how Sakura-chan was with him. Not that Naruto could ever understand why Sasuke thought Sakura-chan was annoying, but it was clear that he did. And that was good! It hurt to admit it but Naruto knew he wouldn’t have a chance to go on a date with Sakura-chan one day if Sasuke were to like her back. They’d be married immediately!
Sure, if Sasuke hadn’t been such an annoying guy, Naruto wouldn’t have minded hanging out with him. They were sort of friends, after all. Maybe they could have trained together or something; clones, while very useful, could get old after a while. But since the guy was annoying and not nice, Naruto was glad that they agreed to stay away from each other. That day after the drinking contest though, Sasuke happened and he didn’t stay away.
Naruto was on his way home, his muscles happily hurting after the training session, when suddenly Sasuke was standing on the road in front of him. It was surprising and Naruto stopped. He had thought Sasuke would still be home in bed or on the floor being hung-over, but there the guy was; looking almost as cool and confident and impressive as usual. He wore his usual high-collared shirt, Naruto noticed. Not a tight one like the one from last night. Naruto noticed. He noticed...
How annoying! Sasuke wasn’t supposed to look impressive at all today! The guy wasn’t impressive; he was swaying and slurring and sprawled on the floor and... So annoying. It almost ruined Naruto’s good ‘after training’ mood. Almost. Until he realized that it didn’t matter how good Sasuke was at acting like he was impressive and cool, because Naruto knew the truth. And almost as importantly, Sasuke knew that Naruto knew.
Instead of crossing his arms over his chest and scrunching up his face in annoyance, Naruto grinned. Stretched and moved closer and giggled on the inside as he saw Sasuke’s expression go from cool to slightly apprehensive. And he should be apprehensive. Naruto knew and Sasuke knew it.
“How’s the head?” Naruto asked.
Sasuke tried to pretend it didn’t get to him. Looked annoyed and sighed and glared. Of course, he didn’t quite pull it off. Was that a slight hint of color on his cheeks? Maybe just a leftover from last night. Naruto’s grin grew so big that his eyes almost closed.
“You suck at drinking, man,” Naruto chuckled. “Seriously. I’m impressed you can walk today.”
Sasuke closed his eyes and looked even more annoyed. Naruto stopped in front of him. He noticed that Sasuke held a neatly folded, blue shirt in his hand. The one Naruto had thrown him last night when he had had nothing to wear that wasn’t beery. When he was... He was...
Maybe it was the fact that Sasuke was so close. Maybe the fact that there was a hint of a blush on the bastard’s cheeks. Maybe just some stupid reason like Fate being a bitch or something. Either way, Naruto couldn’t distract himself and stop the thoughts before they came this time.
His grin faded and a split-second later his mind was assaulted by a vision of Sasuke sitting on Naruto’s floor without a shirt, unashamedly showing off that pretty reversed and two-starred night sky of his. Looking absolutely mouth-watering. Better than he’d ever looked before. Naruto felt how his body was invaded by sparkling bolts of warm lightning.
The physical, outwardly reaction came so quickly it must have been a reflex.
“Sakura-chan!” Naruto yelled, as loud and as screechy as he could. Sasuke flinched violently and lost even more of his cool as he swayed slightly afterwards; squeezing his eyes shut and holding a hand to the side of his head. Good reflexes... Naruto patted himself mentally on the back, before patting Sasuke on a shoulder.
“Nope,” he laughed a little. A little nervously, but hopefully Sasuke was too occupied with his head hurting to notice. He could feel his heart beating again. “Sorry... Not her. Must have been my imagination.”
When he had recovered Sasuke glared very angrily and punched the shirt at Naruto rather than gave it to him.
“Idiot...” the dead-last drinker hissed. Then he turned and walked away.
For a moment Naruto just grinned, pleased with himself. That was a good save! Sakura-chan was the best. She had not only helped Naruto to de-rail his thoughts about Sasuke’s chest but also helped him to give the bastard a headache. A worse headache than before. And Sasuke called him an idiot. Not that impressive anymore, huh? Take that, Sasuke-bastard.
Then the grin faltered as Naruto realized that while he wasn’t thinking about Sasuke’s naked chest anymore, his eyes were glued to the back of the naked parts of the guy’s nice and smooth looking legs.
And his little brain liked it.
“Thanks for the laundry!” Naruto screamed, so loud and screechy that his voice broke. “You’ll make such a cute wife one day, Sasuke-bastard!”
Then he quickly turned away in case Sasuke decided to turn, so that the bastard wouldn’t see the burning blush Naruto had to be wearing, if the warmth on his face was any indicator. Or before his rebellious eyes could wander away with him again and try to figure out what his little brain for some reason suddenly and desperately wanted to know.
‘If there was a tighter shirt with no collar, are there tighter shorts with shorter legs? And if there is, how delicious would Sasuke’s ass look in them and how much more of his lovely thighs would show?’
Damn. And Naruto had been so sure it was just the alcohol.
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03: Little brain food