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He's sharp.
Sharp, dark eyes. A face made up of angles. Posture like a stake ran through his spine. At the head of the group of gymnasts swanning past them.
“Prickly as ever,” Kiba said, his eye following Naruto’s gaze.
Prickly seemed right; prickly was also a little hot. It evoked red and heat.
It hadn’t at first.
Icy shards were the first impression.
Choji had patted Naruto’s back after their first encounter. “Looks like you’ve never met someone your warmth won’t thaw before.”
Naruto hadn’t known what he’d meant.
But Sasuke wasn’t cold. His stillness deceived, his closed lips were not suppression.
When he spoke, his words were precise, like a scalpel, bringing forth hot blood.
No, not cold.
Their eyes caught across the mat.
Sasuke’s face was blank where he stood by the high bar.
“Okay,” coach Asuma clapped. “Warm up.”
Sasuke looked away first.
Naruto didn’t feel victorious.
The jog around the room started.
In earlier weeks of the new and temporary arrangement, the wrestling team sharing space with the gymnastics team while their space was refurbished, the different sides had jeered at each other as they passed during warm ups. Somewhere between harmless banter and taking measure.
Measures had been taken. Who was friendly, who was neutral and who was hateful.
Naruto couldn’t help the way his eyes moved to Sasuke’s face when he came into eye line, but he wouldn’t turn his head to keep looking as he passed.
It seemed like Sasuke could always feel his gaze, those cold eyes meeting his as if to say Don’t touch me, even with your eyes.
After the laps were mobility drills and key skills warm ups, where Naruto’s mind and eyes wandered to Sasuke. Then skill drills and sparring, where Naruto forgot everything that wasn’t the skill and his opponent. Conditioning and cool down was when his mind started to expand again and Sasuke returned to his peripherals.
“Good work today,” Asuma called. “Hit the showers and don’t get too rowdy tonight.”
-
Glaring and obnoxious.
Light hair, hulking frame, filling the room with noise.
Inescapable.
Sasuke took another swallow of the acidic punch.
He could hear Naruto’s laugh over the music despite being across the room.
Loud. His voice, his movements, the way he took up space.
Sasuke finished his cup.
-
Naruto was ambling down the hallway when he was shoved against a wall.
Sasuke’s hand fisted in the front of his shirt, pressing over his hammering heart.
Sasuke’s jaw was tight and his eyes were sharp, always sharp. For a moment Naruto was going to let Sasuke punch him.
Then Sasuke was stepping back, but Naruto was stumbling forward, a fist still knotted in his shirt.
Sasuke pulled him into a closet, darkness taking Naruto’s sight.
Lips and a body pressed against him.
Heat.
Naruto hands were on Sasuke’s hips, pulling him closer, willing to burn.
-
“What-?” Naruto began.
“Shut up,” Sasuke clipped. Idiot.
Sasuke felt the ‘okay’ spoken into his mouth.
At least he could follow direction.
Naruto's hands cupped Sasuke’s face.
When Sasuke opened his eyes they had adjusted to the dark, as had Naruto's.
“You’re always looking at me.” A reprimand.
“Yeah,” Naruto breathed, kissing him again.
The closet was tight, two stumbling steps, ill-footed over the strewn shoes, and Sasuke’s back was to the other wall.
“I always want to look at you.”
Naruto’s weight pressed Sasuke into the wall, suffocating in the way it knew how heavy it was, exactly how much it could press.
Big idiot.
“I thought you hated me.”
“Shut up.”
Naruto’s lips were on his neck.
“I don’t want you to hate me.”
“You’re so loud.” Sasuke kissed him for some peace.
The only sounds in their small space were their lips, breath and the sound of fabric shifting.
Sasuke felt it the moment before Naruto would speak again. He opened his mouth against Naruto's just as he began to pull away, and Naruto stifled himself, pressing into the space Sasuke had made for him.
Their thighs were slotted together.
Sasuke could feel the warmth and pressure of Naruto through his jeans, against his thigh.
He pressed Naruto back, catching the near-dismay on his face before Sasuke slid himself down the wall, his hands finding the button and zipper of Naruto’s jeans with ease.
It was heavy and hot in his hands, exactly as he’d imagined it.
Naruto gasped when Sasuke’s lips touched it.
-
Naruto watched, feeling like he'd left his body, as Sasuke’s tongue made circles around the tip of his dick.
“Why-?” choked from his throat.
“Shut up.”
Naruto braced a hand to the wall as Sasuke closed his lips around him and slid down.
His knees wanted to buckle when he hit the back of Sasuke’s throat.
Not cold. Nothing cold.
Sasuke’s eyes met his as he slid off again, holding him as his tongue circled the tip again.
Sasuke's face seemed to glow in the dim light, all the brighter against his dark eyes, dark hair.
I always want to look at you, sat on the tip of Naruto's tongue as his free hand moved to cup Sasuke’s face.
Sasuke's eyes dropped as he slid over Naruto’s length again. His lashers were so long, dark like his hair.
Naruto’s fingers moved.
“Your hair is so soft.”
Naruto felt as Sasuke took him into his throat, Sasuke's lips sliding down to circle his base.
Naruto’s hand bracing against the wall closed to a fist.
-
Sasuke felt Naruto’s eyes on him, always, could feel that he wasn’t closing them or tipping his head back.
Sasuke played his tongue over the tip for a long while, feeling as Naruto’s hand brushed the hair from his face, tucked it behind his ear gently.
Idiot.
He felt as Naruto approached his edge and began to suck.
He felt the moment before Naruto started to come, couldn’t help his eyes lifting to see.
Naruto's eye awaited his.
Naruto locked his hips in place, trapping the involuntary thrusts that would choke Sasuke, his eyes too locked with Sasuke’s, trapping in their own way.
Salty with a little bitter slid over Sasuke’s tongue and down his throat.
When Sasuke’s mouth left him, Naruto's knees bent and then hit the floor.
He kissed Sasuke, one arm circling his waist, the other hand cupping his face, pulling Sasuke against him.
Sasuke lost his breath.
“Let me keep looking at you,” Naruto whispered as he touched kisses over Sasuke’s face.
“You’re noisy.”
“Mmm, I am.”
Sasuke could barely see the blue of his eyes in the dark but he could see their softness, the softness he’d catch in Naruto’s eyes no matter how much Sasuke scowled.
“Don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Can I have your number?”
“I said don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t, can I have your number?”
“Give me your phone.”
Sasuke typed the number.
Idiot.
Naruto kissed him, his finger sliding up Sasuke’s thigh to-
“Leave it.”
“But you're-”
“Not here.”
“Somewhere else?” Naruto queried, hope in his voice.