Flowers, tattoos and I love you's

10. petunia*

"Quick!" Sasuke shouted urgently, his voice filled with a hint of panic, as he grabbed Gaara by the arm and swiftly pulled him upstairs toward his room.

"Careful, you idiot!" Gaara yelled, his voice laced with irritation, struggling to maintain his balance on the stairs.

"There's no time to be cautious! Naruto will be here to pick me up in just two hours!" Sasuke explained frantically, his mind racing with the impending deadline. Opening the door to his room, he wasted no time rummaging through his closet. Knowing Gaara's impeccable fashion sense and lacking any other options for help, the raven had turned to his friend in this moment of desperation.

Gaara, now more composed, made his way to his friend's side and began sifting through the clothing options in the closet. "Geez, calm down. You still have two hours," he remarked in a calm and collected manner. "I should be home shaving my butt for tomorrow. What exactly do I get from helping you?" The red-haired selected three pairs of trousers and laid them carefully on the bed.

Sasuke frowned in response to Gaara's nonchalant attitude. "Why would you need to shave your ass for a meet-up in a cafe?" he inquired, puzzled by his friend's peculiar statement.

"Why would you need to shave your ass for a meet-up in a cafe?" Gaara repeated Sasuke's question in a mocking tone, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Tsk, because we are having sex, and I don't want my anal hair to become an inconvenience," he replied playfully, challenging his friend's assumptions.

"You're not going to have sex on a first date!" The Uchiha retorted, crossing his arms defensively.

"But I am," Gaara asserted confidently, taking a white shirt from the closet and throwing it onto the bed.

"You couldn't even talk to Lee the other day at Sakura's house. What makes you think you will be able to coerce him into having sex with you?" The raven crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What if I already did?" He placed a hand on his hip, defying him.

"Did what?" Sasuke asked.

"Have sex with him." He quickly retorted and Sasuke scoffed.

"Except you didn't."

"Oh, except I did!"

"Liar." Sasuke accused, not buying into Gaara's claim.

"I'm not!" Gaara pouted, hurt by Sasuke's lack of trust. "It's not a lie... it's just a truth that has not YET materialized," he defended himself, desperately trying to convince his friend.

"Tsk!" Sasuke clicked his tongue in frustration.

"You are an ungrateful bitch you know that? I''m here helping you willingly, and you can't even be a good friend and spare me a few white lies. You didn't even sugarcoat it for me!" he complained, expressing his disappointment.

"Fine! I appreciate your help," Sasuke reluctantly admitted, feigning courtesy. "How can I repay your kindness, oh noble sir?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Gaara pondered for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, since access to your boyfriend's dick parts isn't on the table," he paused, enjoying Sasuke's eye-roll in response, "I want to know every intimate detail when you do have sex with him. Starting with the size of his..." he trailed off, leaving Sasuke flustered and blushing.

"What?" Sasuke stammered, his face turning a shade of red.

"Yeah, you heard me," Gaara persisted. "And don't forget to provide all the juicy specifics. It's the least you can do for me," he playfully insisted.

"We're not going to have sex," The raven replied, his tone dry and matter-of-fact.

"Hum sure, and I'm Santa Claus." Gaara responded, a knowing smirk forming on his lips. Sasuke bit his lip nervously, his desires conflicting with his readiness. He yearned for everything with Naruto, but the thought of revealing his intersex identity still plagued him with fear. He hadn't mustered the courage to disclose this aspect of himself to Naruto, fearing rejection or disgust.