But Sasuke, I’ve Been Practicing For You! - Part I

Title: But Sasuke, I’ve Been Practicing For You!
Pairing: R
Pairings: NaruGaara, SasuNaru
Comments: Not beta’d so forgive any errors ^^ Not work safe and poor characterization ^^; I know you’ll forgive me. maybe. please?

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Part I

“Nice,” Naruto muttered, looking around the suite Gaara had been provided for his brief stay in Konoha. “Very nice.”

The living area was well-furnished with expensive-looking furniture. A door to the left opened to the master bedroom while another door beside it lead into a bathroom the same size as Naruto’s entire apartment. He dropped into the firm cushion of a cream-colored loveseat and propped his feet on a matching ottoman. He faced a huge window looking out on half of Konoha.

“Hey, I can see my apartment from here!”

Gaara smiled faintly and sat beside Naruto, shrugging out of his Kazekage robes and tossing them onto the neighboring armchair.

“So, are you going to tell me what you’re doing here? More boring meetings with Tsunade-bachan?” Naruto asked, turning and bringing up his leg so that it was propped in front of him as he leaned his lower back against the armrest. He wondered vaguely if Sasuke had returned from his mission yet and if so, what the Uchiha was doing at that moment.

Gaara slid across the cushion until their thighs touched, just shy of Naruto’s groin.

“Is this why you’re here, Gaara?” Naruto asked, a grin splitting his face.

Gaara’s eyes flashed with irritation before he leaned forward, pressing his hip into Naruto’s crotch. He braced himself by pressing a hand into Naruto’s firm chest and licked a wet stripe up Naruto’s neck. Naruto made a small sound of appreciation, his head falling back to allow Gaara better access. He arched his back, hissing sharply when a cool hand cupped him between his legs and squeezed firmly.

“I was thinking,” Gaara muttered against Naruto’s neck.

Naruto let out a short burst of laughter. “Only you can think with a handful of cock, Gaara.”

The redhead smirked and sucked at the thick tendon in Naruto’s neck a little harder than necessary. Naruto winced and retaliated by reaching around and pinching Gaara’s bottom.

“I was thinking,” Gaara continued, massaging firmly now at Naruto’s growing erection, “that we could try something new this time.”

Naruto paused in his groping of Gaara’s taut backside. This…thing…between them—it had only ever been for fun. They’d literally stumbled into it one evening and had since then become what Kiba (the only other person who knew due to a case of bad timing) termed ‘friends with benefits.’ And remarkably, they had remained friends despite the intimacy. If almost killing each other once had been the foundation of their friendship then the sex (although they hadn’t quite taken it that far yet) was like garnishing, an enhancement, something that, in its absence, wouldn’t affect the strength of their friendship.

It was a peculiar state of affairs, but one that neither demon holder was displeased with. If Naruto could change anything, however, it’d be the person he was sharing these experiences with. He had no doubt that he loved Gaara, but it had been a purely platonic love until the two had fallen all over each other and discovered male hormones. But even with the lust, he couldn’t help the fact that often times, when Gaara’s body was pressed against his and he was working them both to completion with his hands or his mouth, he imagined another body beside him—one that was taller and slightly more muscled, accompanied by dark eyes that always seemed to trap his gaze.

He would do anything for Sasuke, but somehow, he doubted sex was something the Uchiha would ask from him. And so he contented himself with learning his way around the male body with Gaara, another of his closest friends, even if sometimes he wasn’t all that content.

“What did you have in mind?” Naruto asked, voice husky, his hips unable to keep from thrusting gently into Gaara’s skillful hand. They had both been clumsy and inexperienced at first, but after all their ‘experimentation,’ they knew just how to please each other, hands and mouths unhesitant and moving with purpose.

Gaara kissed the skin just beneath Naruto’s ear and whispered, “I want you…”
“But you have me—”

“…inside me.”

Naruto stilled. “A-are you sure?” They had only ever brought up the idea once before, during which neither had been very informed on how it worked between men so they had simply let it go. If he were to be honest with himself, he’d actually wanted to wait on having real sex. Some ridiculous idealist inside him had wanted to give himself only to someone he was in love with. But as he only had one person in his heart and that person was about as interested in Naruto romantically as one could be with a rock, he supposed he’d been waiting in vain.

Gaara lifted his head from Naruto’s shoulder and nodded, pale green eyes staring unflinching into Naruto’s.

Naruto gathered his nerves that were fluttering in his stomach and smiled. “Don’t look so serious; we’re just having fun.”

Gaara shrugged, the gesture looking strangely delicate on his slim frame. “I want to know how it feels.”

“Well, then,” Naruto said, swallowing his uncertainty and leaning forward, pressing his mouth gently against his friend’s. “I better not disappoint.”

He felt the redhead’s mouth curve against his, hands forcefully pushing up his shirt to splay across his flat stomach and chest. Fingers trailed over his skin, catching at flat masculine nipples and earning a sharp intake of breath from Naruto. He lifted his arms and let Gaara pull his shirt over his head, their lips parting only momentarily. Grinning, Naruto pushed Gaara back until his red hair spilled across the other armrest and Naruto’s weight settled over him.

Gaara cared about him. And he cared about Gaara. If it was going to be his first time and it couldn’t be with Sasuke, he thought reasonably, then he was fortunate it could at least be with such a close friend.

Their mouths meshed, rapid breaths heating each other’s cheeks and neck as they tore pulled at each other’s clothes. When they were both nude, Naruto pressed his hips down, the heat of his body enveloping Gaara who squirmed enthusiastically beneath him. The redhead had a handful of butt cheek as his other hand reached outward to grope the robe he’d tossed on the armchair earlier. From one of its deep pockets he withdrew a clear tube. Naruto lifted his head from where he was sucking on Gaara’s neck, caught sight of what was in Gaara’s hand and laughed softly, playfully thrusting his hips downward again. “Why, Kazekage-sama, you came prepared.”

Gaara arched a nonexistent eyebrow and waved the tube in Naruto’s face. Naruto snatched it in his hand and sat up, straddling Gaara’s hips, their equally hard cocks brushing against each other. Naruto grit his teeth, anticipation guiding his hands to quickly uncap the tube and squeeze a healthy dose into his hand. He slicked himself first, biting his lip and resisting the urge to stroke himself as he did it. He’d get his pleasure soon enough.

And that’s what it had ever been about between them. Releasing pleasure. Friendship aside, that’s really all it could be between them.

Gaara watched Naruto scoot further back on his thighs, coated fingers lowering. His dark-rimmed eyes closed and he let out a small sigh when Naruto’s hand cupped his sac and gently lifted it so the other hand could slip lower. Two fingers smoothed down that small stretch of skin between sac and anus before massaging gently at his puckered entrance. He stiffened.

“Relax, Gaara. You wanted this, remember?” Naruto murmured, gently working one finger forward.

The redhead nodded and forced himself to relax, letting his body adjust to the odd sensation of being penetrated.

***

“Hey, have you seen Naruto?”

Kiba stood up from where he’d been crouched next to Akamaru, feeding the dog a snack from his hand, and stared into Sasuke’s annoyed face.

“Why are you asking me?” Kiba asked, eyes wary. Sasuke rarely spoke to him.

“Because Sakura said you were with him last. Do you know where he is or not?”

Kiba returned Sasuke’s impatient look, not at all pleased that the Uchiha was making it seem as if Kiba was the one wasting his time.

“My guess is that he’d be with Kazekage-sama,” Kiba said, shrugging. He sniffed the air and grinned when he caught a familiar scent.

A moment later, Hinata appeared from behind the nearest trees. She smiled when she caught sight of Sasuke. “Good afternoon, Sasuke. How have you been?” she asked, approaching the trio.

“I’ve been well, Hinata.” He turned back to Kiba. “Naruto is in Sand?” He frowned.

“No, the Kazekage is here,” Kiba said, reaching out to grasp Hinata’s hand.

“I didn’t know the Kazekage was in the village.”

“Just arrived this morning,” he said, not really paying the Uchiha any more attention as he was busy practically salivating over Hinata. She blushed and clasped her hands behind her back, unwittingly thrusting out her rather endowed bosom. Kiba leaned forward and nuzzled his girlfriend’s neck, not at all bothered by the fact that Sasuke was glaring at them. Hinata’s face flamed and she pushed Kiba away.

“I just came to see where you were, but I can see you’re busy. I’ll talk to you later,” she said and quickly went the way she’d came. Kiba made to go after her.

Sasuke grabbed his arm, not yet finished with his questioning. He’d just arrived back from a mission a few hours ago so he had been ignorant of the Sand leader’s presence in the village. Kiba growled and flashed his fangs.

“Where is the Kazekage staying?”

“East wing of the Hokage tower,” Kiba snapped, tugging his arm away but Sasuke’s grip only tightened. He stared longingly after Hinata.

“What are they doing?” Sasuke asked, finding sadistic pleasure in delaying Kiba, who could barely restrain the growing tent in his pants.

“Probably what I’d be doing by now if you’d let me go!” Kiba snapped his mouth shut when he realized what he’d just blurted.

The grip on his arm had loosened and he slowly turned, surprised at the murderous look in the Uchiha’s eyes which were now red, Sharingan spinning madly. He didn’t wait around to find out why Sasuke looked so pissed. He quickly jerked himself free.

“You didn’t hear it from me!” he shouted before dashing into the trees, Akamaru at his heels.

***

“Gaara…I don’t think it’ll fit.”

The redhead gave Naruto an exasperated look. “Just push, Naruto. It’ll fit.”

Naruto, still looking skeptical, positioned his erection at Gaara’s entrance, the redhead’s pale legs pushed up over Naruto’s broad shoulders. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward, groaning quietly as that intense pressure closed around the head of his cock.

Gaara’s fist suddenly closed tightly on his forearm, a moan of pain escaping his lips. A moment later, Naruto’s eyes widened as sand exploded between them and he went flying backwards, toppling over the edge of the loveseat. He swore as the back of his head smacked into the carpeted floor, body bent over itself, legs still hooked over the armrest.
Scrambling to his feet, he shouted, “What the fuck was that?”

Gaara carefully sat up, an expression on his face that Naruto had never seen on him before. He was blushing, a sheepish grin tugging at his mouth. “Uh…sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You didn’t…” Naruto couldn’t even finish the sentence before he felt laughter bubbling up from his gut and he almost fell over, peals of laughter filling the room.

“Will you shut up and get back over here?” Gaara laid himself out again, the blush slow to fade from his pale body. He glared at Naruto through narrowed eyes.

“Alright,” Naruto said, still chuckling. “I’ll try again. But don’t do that again!”

Gaara didn’t reply, merely giving Naruto an expectant look. Naruto grinned mischievously, brushed his bottom off and retook his place on the sofa. He lifted well-muscled legs over his shoulders, his fingers digging into Gaara’s thighs as he positioned himself again. As Gaara’s embarrassment had caused them both to wilt a bit, Naruto took hold of both their cocks in each of his hands, stroking gently, squeezing lightly when he reached the heads before smoothing back down. Gaara made a small sound of pleasure, ready again to proceed.

A moment later, Naruto found himself once again sprawled on his back, nursing a lump on his head.

“Damn it, Gaara!”

Gaara sat up again, looking frustrated. “I didn’t do it this time.”

“What do you mean you didn’t do it? It was your sand!” Naruto stood up, brushing himself off again, making sure to get to the sand that had somehow managed to become lodged in the crease where thigh met crotch.

“It did it itself this time.”

“Does it really hurt that much?” Naruto asked, annoyed now and no longer quite in the right mood.

“Well, why don’t we switch and you can see for yourself?” Gaara asked, sounding just as put out. He crossed his arms and gave Naruto his best dead pan look.

“You just want me to bottom, don’t you?” Naruto asked, angling his head and looking at his friend askance, eyes suspicious.

Gaara almost rolled his eyes and didn’t deem to answer. “Forget it. I’ll just go shower.”

Naruto pounced on him the moment he made to stand up. “Alright, fine. I admit I’ve been kind of curious myself.” There was a tightness in his chest as he thought about Sasuke, but he shook his head, willing away the sensation. It was high time he got over his unrequited love. Sasuke had never shown even a spark of interest in him in that way. “But I’m only doing it this once to see how it is.”

Gaara smirked before roughly pushing Naruto onto his back, catching Naruto off guard. “I better make it good then, hm?”

***

“Kazekage-sama asked not to be disturbed.”

Sasuke stepped forward until he was staring down his nose at the jounin posted outside the Kazekage’s rooms. “You can tell Kazekage-sama later that I forced my way through. Because I’m going to.”

“Wait!”

Sasuke grabbed the shorter man by the back of his vest and threw him bodily out of the way. He had been holding back his own chakra so the two inside wouldn’t know he was there but now let it all stream out in angry waves as he broke down the doors.

So he’d never let Naruto know how he felt. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel resentment for not being told about Naruto’s relationship with Gaara, if Kiba was to be believed.
He was resentful. He was not jealous.

He took a step into the dim room before suddenly catching sight of the pair.

He could only see the back of the loveseat but from what he could tell, Naruto was laid across it, blond head resting on the armrest, muscular legs thrown over Gaara’s shoulders as the redhead hovered over him. Gaara turned to fix him with a look reminiscent of his psychotic days. Naruto was struggling to turn his head and see beyond the furniture’s back.

The three stared at each other for a full minute before Naruto suddenly sat up, shoving Gaara off him. The redhead gave him a look of affront before moving away and continuing to glare at their intruder.

“Sasuke, I—this isn’t…” Naruto clutched so tightly at the back cushion of the loveseat that his knuckles turned white.

“I just had to see for myself if Kiba was serious,” Sasuke said quietly before turning and disappearing in a dark blue.

“Shit!” Naruto jumped to his feet, casting about for where he’d thrown his pants. There had been a look in Sasuke’s eyes that he’d never seen there before. He had to find out what it had meant.

“Naruto.”

“Where the fuck are my pants?” Finally spotting them halfway across the room, he quickly shrugged them on, almost tripping himself in his haste.

“Naruto.”

“I can’t believe that mutt told him. Next time I see Kiba, I’m going to—”

“Naruto.”

“What?” He turned angry blue eyes at his friend, who was still sitting naked on the loveseat, looking decidedly composed for having just been walked in on.
“I don’t suppose we’ll be doing this again,” he said. His voice was neutral and both of them knew that they’d arrived at the moment when they’d have to make a decision. They knew one day they would have stopped all this playing around and move on into their own relationships, letting this time between them settle into pleasant memories of their friendship. But having always been aware of how Naruto felt for Sasuke, Gaara knew that carrying on with their intimacy would be unacceptable to Naruto. He cared about the Uchiha’s opinion of him too much.

Naruto pulled his shirt on as he moved to stand before Gaara. He bent over, placing a chaste kiss on his friend’s lips. “No. We won’t. I’m sorry.”

Gaara shook his head, a crooked smile curving his lips. “Go to him, Naruto.”

Naruto smiled gratefully and nodded.

Part II