Public Displays of Affection [PG-13; Naruto/Sasuke]
Title: Public Displays of Affection
Author: worblehat
Genre: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for prompt_a_day, prompt #291 "*thud*."
Word Count: 1,546
Sasuke's head is leaning against the palm of his right hand as his left grips the pen he's been writing with, tapping it against his lips. It's a habit Naruto has only noticed in the last six months, an indication that Sasuke is tired, on the verge of falling asleep. He waits, watching the others leave the small library, staying still for a few minutes after that, making sure.
Two minutes and thirty-four seconds later, he stands, walking over to Sasuke, a soft smile lighting his face. He taps the dark-haired ninja sharply in the shoulder, laughing when the most Sasuke does is ask "huh?" before going back to pen-tapping. Naruto pokes harder and Sasuke grumbles, letting the pen fall unceremoniously from his fingers, onto the page, where a large, obvious dot forms in the middle.
"You made me mess up," yawns Sasuke, barely managing to cover his mouth. As if finally waking up, he blinks, looking around. "Are you sure -"
"They all left a few minutes ago," says Naruto. He's wondered if he should be offended at the way Sasuke always asks this, worried that someone will find them doing something other than arguing or attempting to best each other - to find them together in a way neither of them have anticipated. He teases Sasuke that he just doesn't want people knowing how soft he can be; Sasuke always growls in response, telling him he just doesn't get it. Yet he never offers to explain.
Another yawn has Naruto feeling suddenly warm, protective over the friend who's returned. He looks down, one hand resting carefully on the black hair, fingers running through it. The urge to mess it up strong but then Sasuke sighs and all he can do is continue, wanting to hear that little slip-up of contentment, no matter how small it may be.
"Tired," says Sasuke, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, I can see that," Naruto responds, smirking. It isn't often he gets to see Sasuke so vulnerable; almost...cuddly. Leaning down, he pushes some of the hair away from Sasuke's face, pressing his lips to the pale forehead for several moments before pulling away. He really is cute when he wants to be, thinks Naruto as he looks down.
"I'm really...what?"
Oh shit.
"Naruto."
"What?" He panics. Sasuke's voice lacks any trace of amusement or flattery. Instead he uses what Naruto has come to silently refer to as his Grumpy Voice.
"What did you say I was?" presses Sasuke in his sternest voice.
"I - me? I didn't say anything. You're probably hearing things," Naruto babbles. "Must've gotten hit too much in the head on your last mission. Why don't we go back to your place and you can rest up? These reports can be done later and -"
The hand on his wrist grips tightly, dark eyes glaring.
"Say it," Sasuke hisses.
"No."
"Now."
"You're going to de-limb me," Naruto complains. He knows better than to offer compliments like "cute" or "adorable" to a newly-awoken Sasuke, having already endured several kicks to places that felt sore just thinking about it.
"No, that's what I'll do if you don't tell me."
"That's what you said last time!"
"Naruto..."
"Fine." Naruto pouts. "I said you're...cutewhenyouwanttobe."
Though he knows it isn't possible (mostly because Sasuke's told him), Naruto feels like time stops, the moment lasting for an eternity before the hold on his wrist lightens, though doesn't disappear completely. "Cute?" repeats Sasuke, as if tasting a new dish, or attempting to learn a new word that means something not said in polite company.
"Uh..." is the only brilliant contribution Naruto can think of just then.
Pale, thin fingers leave his wrist and slide to his hip. The almost-black eyes begin to close once more, Naruto dragged forward as Sasuke leans his head against the smooth stomach, hidden beneath the shinobi outfit.
"I'm tired. Stand here for a while," Sasuke commands him.
The gesture is unexpected. Naruto is reminded forcibly of a puppy, the way Akamaru had nuzzled Kiba several times when he was still small. Sasuke's nose nudges at his stomach, as if preparing a pillow before bed. Naruto giggles, the sensation ticklish; but when dark eyes meet him, displeasure practically written on them, he stops, letting himself be shaped into a perfect head pillow for Sasuke, whose mouth lands half-open as he takes his first breaths in unconsciousness.
He places his hand once more atop the dark hair, massaging the scalp from time to time, enjoying the groans of delight and gratitude that Naruto is almost one hundred percent sure Sasuke doesn't know he's making. His breathing is light, warming Naruto's stomach nicely.
When Sasuke wakes up, it's to see blond hair slumped over the table, a thin line of drool issuing from his mouth onto his report. He wipes at it carefully before making sure any traces of his own drool are gone - if any. He then laughs, kissing Naruto's neck, lips - everything he can touch - and waits for him to wake up.
Naruto blinks, then looks at Sasuke. His back cracks awkwardly when he attempts to stand, but the hand massaging the uncomfortable knots in the center are relaxing him. "You're good with those," he mutters darkly to Sasuke, a familiar, hot sensation spreading out from his stomach, blood rushing downward.
"Idiot," Sasuke chides as he finishes up his massage. "How did you manage to fall asleep standing up?"
The other boy rubs his head, a confused expression on his face. "I was watching you sleep and then...I heard a thunk! and...I think that was my head hitting the table...which let me pass out really quickly."
Sasuke makes a face and then laughs.
Naruto grunts, crossing his arms over his chest, suddenly more annoyed with his boyfriend than he's been since they'd started dating just shy of a year previous. The feeling is soon replaced by nervousness, mouth going dry as Sasuke tugs him upward until they're eye-to-eye.
"Sasuke?" Black eyes meet his, intense in a way that he usually reserves for when they're somewhere secluded, just before one of them ends up straddling the other. His pulse speeds up in anticipation, the thought Is Sasuke really going to do this in the library? flashing excitedly through his mind.
"I have a confession," says Sasuke, his voice low.
"...Okay..." This isn't what Naruto expects, though he finds himself curious to know what it is Sasuke seems embarrassed to say.
"I don't like sharing."
"...What?"
"Sharing," repeats Sasuke, the very word seeming to make him cringe. "I don't like it. I don't do it."
"...Is this about me stealing the last slice of pizza last night?" asks Naruto cautiously.
"Idiot." He draws the blond closer, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, speaking against his cheek. "I don't like sharing you with anyone."
"Sharing me?" The confusion on Naruto's face is almost tangible.
"Yes, sharing you," explains Sasuke. "When you look at me when we're alone, you get this stupid, happy look on your face." Naruto mutters angrily. "But it's my stupid look." He sighs. "That's why I ask if there are people around."
"Sasuke, that's..."
"What?"
Naruto thinks. "That's stupid." He laughs at glare he receives, leaning forward to kiss the other boy on the cheek. "I look like that most of the time you're around. You're just too busy avoiding looking at me to notice it." He pokes Sasuke in the chest, annoyed. "Would it really kill you to...I don't know...hold my hand once in a while?"
"...Nar-" begins Sasuke.
"Eh, just forget it," says Naruto, waving his hand in the air, dismissing the thought. "It's not that important." He smiles at Sasuke, then goes to gather his things. "Should we go?"
"...Oh. Yes."
He hasn't taken more than three steps before he feels Sasuke tugging at his arm; he looks back, asking "Sasuke?" The thin fingers slide down his arm, around his wrist, against his palm and between his fingers. Sasuke squeezes gently and starts walking, Naruto following in a sight daze as they head out of the library, back to his place.
Behind them, two heads lean slowly to the left.
"Say, Shino," Kiba speaks after a few moments. "Is there something wrong with my eyes or are Naruto and Sasuke holding hands?"
"Holding hands," Shino answers.
"...Huh," says Kiba, taking a moment to digest this information. "That's not a new Konoha custom or something, right?"
"No."
"So then they're..." Kiba trails off, not sure how to phrase it.
"Looks like it."
"I see," says Kiba. "Well, that's -" His words stop suddenly, looking down to find Shino's fingers wrapping through his. "EHHHHHHHH? What the hell are you doing? That's my hand!"
"I'm holding it."
"...YOU! MY! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Kiba breaks free and runs, shrieking.
"Too easy," mutters Shino, smile hidden safely beneath his white jacket.
"Did you hear something?" asks Naruto, turning around, almost falling over as Kiba rushes past them.
Sasuke grunts. "I told you holding hands in public was a bad idea."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for prompt_a_day, prompt #291 "*thud*."
Word Count: 1,546
Sasuke's head is leaning against the palm of his right hand as his left grips the pen he's been writing with, tapping it against his lips. It's a habit Naruto has only noticed in the last six months, an indication that Sasuke is tired, on the verge of falling asleep. He waits, watching the others leave the small library, staying still for a few minutes after that, making sure.
Two minutes and thirty-four seconds later, he stands, walking over to Sasuke, a soft smile lighting his face. He taps the dark-haired ninja sharply in the shoulder, laughing when the most Sasuke does is ask "huh?" before going back to pen-tapping. Naruto pokes harder and Sasuke grumbles, letting the pen fall unceremoniously from his fingers, onto the page, where a large, obvious dot forms in the middle.
"You made me mess up," yawns Sasuke, barely managing to cover his mouth. As if finally waking up, he blinks, looking around. "Are you sure -"
"They all left a few minutes ago," says Naruto. He's wondered if he should be offended at the way Sasuke always asks this, worried that someone will find them doing something other than arguing or attempting to best each other - to find them together in a way neither of them have anticipated. He teases Sasuke that he just doesn't want people knowing how soft he can be; Sasuke always growls in response, telling him he just doesn't get it. Yet he never offers to explain.
Another yawn has Naruto feeling suddenly warm, protective over the friend who's returned. He looks down, one hand resting carefully on the black hair, fingers running through it. The urge to mess it up strong but then Sasuke sighs and all he can do is continue, wanting to hear that little slip-up of contentment, no matter how small it may be.
"Tired," says Sasuke, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, I can see that," Naruto responds, smirking. It isn't often he gets to see Sasuke so vulnerable; almost...cuddly. Leaning down, he pushes some of the hair away from Sasuke's face, pressing his lips to the pale forehead for several moments before pulling away. He really is cute when he wants to be, thinks Naruto as he looks down.
"I'm really...what?"
Oh shit.
"Naruto."
"What?" He panics. Sasuke's voice lacks any trace of amusement or flattery. Instead he uses what Naruto has come to silently refer to as his Grumpy Voice.
"What did you say I was?" presses Sasuke in his sternest voice.
"I - me? I didn't say anything. You're probably hearing things," Naruto babbles. "Must've gotten hit too much in the head on your last mission. Why don't we go back to your place and you can rest up? These reports can be done later and -"
The hand on his wrist grips tightly, dark eyes glaring.
"Say it," Sasuke hisses.
"No."
"Now."
"You're going to de-limb me," Naruto complains. He knows better than to offer compliments like "cute" or "adorable" to a newly-awoken Sasuke, having already endured several kicks to places that felt sore just thinking about it.
"No, that's what I'll do if you don't tell me."
"That's what you said last time!"
"Naruto..."
"Fine." Naruto pouts. "I said you're...cutewhenyouwanttobe."
Though he knows it isn't possible (mostly because Sasuke's told him), Naruto feels like time stops, the moment lasting for an eternity before the hold on his wrist lightens, though doesn't disappear completely. "Cute?" repeats Sasuke, as if tasting a new dish, or attempting to learn a new word that means something not said in polite company.
"Uh..." is the only brilliant contribution Naruto can think of just then.
Pale, thin fingers leave his wrist and slide to his hip. The almost-black eyes begin to close once more, Naruto dragged forward as Sasuke leans his head against the smooth stomach, hidden beneath the shinobi outfit.
"I'm tired. Stand here for a while," Sasuke commands him.
The gesture is unexpected. Naruto is reminded forcibly of a puppy, the way Akamaru had nuzzled Kiba several times when he was still small. Sasuke's nose nudges at his stomach, as if preparing a pillow before bed. Naruto giggles, the sensation ticklish; but when dark eyes meet him, displeasure practically written on them, he stops, letting himself be shaped into a perfect head pillow for Sasuke, whose mouth lands half-open as he takes his first breaths in unconsciousness.
He places his hand once more atop the dark hair, massaging the scalp from time to time, enjoying the groans of delight and gratitude that Naruto is almost one hundred percent sure Sasuke doesn't know he's making. His breathing is light, warming Naruto's stomach nicely.
When Sasuke wakes up, it's to see blond hair slumped over the table, a thin line of drool issuing from his mouth onto his report. He wipes at it carefully before making sure any traces of his own drool are gone - if any. He then laughs, kissing Naruto's neck, lips - everything he can touch - and waits for him to wake up.
Naruto blinks, then looks at Sasuke. His back cracks awkwardly when he attempts to stand, but the hand massaging the uncomfortable knots in the center are relaxing him. "You're good with those," he mutters darkly to Sasuke, a familiar, hot sensation spreading out from his stomach, blood rushing downward.
"Idiot," Sasuke chides as he finishes up his massage. "How did you manage to fall asleep standing up?"
The other boy rubs his head, a confused expression on his face. "I was watching you sleep and then...I heard a thunk! and...I think that was my head hitting the table...which let me pass out really quickly."
Sasuke makes a face and then laughs.
Naruto grunts, crossing his arms over his chest, suddenly more annoyed with his boyfriend than he's been since they'd started dating just shy of a year previous. The feeling is soon replaced by nervousness, mouth going dry as Sasuke tugs him upward until they're eye-to-eye.
"Sasuke?" Black eyes meet his, intense in a way that he usually reserves for when they're somewhere secluded, just before one of them ends up straddling the other. His pulse speeds up in anticipation, the thought Is Sasuke really going to do this in the library? flashing excitedly through his mind.
"I have a confession," says Sasuke, his voice low.
"...Okay..." This isn't what Naruto expects, though he finds himself curious to know what it is Sasuke seems embarrassed to say.
"I don't like sharing."
"...What?"
"Sharing," repeats Sasuke, the very word seeming to make him cringe. "I don't like it. I don't do it."
"...Is this about me stealing the last slice of pizza last night?" asks Naruto cautiously.
"Idiot." He draws the blond closer, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, speaking against his cheek. "I don't like sharing you with anyone."
"Sharing me?" The confusion on Naruto's face is almost tangible.
"Yes, sharing you," explains Sasuke. "When you look at me when we're alone, you get this stupid, happy look on your face." Naruto mutters angrily. "But it's my stupid look." He sighs. "That's why I ask if there are people around."
"Sasuke, that's..."
"What?"
Naruto thinks. "That's stupid." He laughs at glare he receives, leaning forward to kiss the other boy on the cheek. "I look like that most of the time you're around. You're just too busy avoiding looking at me to notice it." He pokes Sasuke in the chest, annoyed. "Would it really kill you to...I don't know...hold my hand once in a while?"
"...Nar-" begins Sasuke.
"Eh, just forget it," says Naruto, waving his hand in the air, dismissing the thought. "It's not that important." He smiles at Sasuke, then goes to gather his things. "Should we go?"
"...Oh. Yes."
He hasn't taken more than three steps before he feels Sasuke tugging at his arm; he looks back, asking "Sasuke?" The thin fingers slide down his arm, around his wrist, against his palm and between his fingers. Sasuke squeezes gently and starts walking, Naruto following in a sight daze as they head out of the library, back to his place.
Behind them, two heads lean slowly to the left.
"Say, Shino," Kiba speaks after a few moments. "Is there something wrong with my eyes or are Naruto and Sasuke holding hands?"
"Holding hands," Shino answers.
"...Huh," says Kiba, taking a moment to digest this information. "That's not a new Konoha custom or something, right?"
"No."
"So then they're..." Kiba trails off, not sure how to phrase it.
"Looks like it."
"I see," says Kiba. "Well, that's -" His words stop suddenly, looking down to find Shino's fingers wrapping through his. "EHHHHHHHH? What the hell are you doing? That's my hand!"
"I'm holding it."
"...YOU! MY! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Kiba breaks free and runs, shrieking.
"Too easy," mutters Shino, smile hidden safely beneath his white jacket.
"Did you hear something?" asks Naruto, turning around, almost falling over as Kiba rushes past them.
Sasuke grunts. "I told you holding hands in public was a bad idea."