Rapture

Chapter 8

     The rest of the afternoon was.....awkward to say the least. Neither seemed to have the courage to break the ice by talking about their "almost" kiss. Anytime they would so much as make eye contact, they would look away as quickly as possible. Almost in fear that if they held that eye contact any longer than a millisecond, they'd pounce on each other.

     It's not like either one didn't want to fuck the other. Sasuke had reminded himself of his standards. He's not one to do anything with someone else without confirmation that they were an item. To put it simply, you have to at least buy Sasuke Uchiha dinner before you can get in his pants.

     For Naruto, while he did not hold those same standards, he did know Sasuke. He didn't want the raven to think he was just a quick fuck to Naruto. For once, he actually wanted to make this right. If he wanted Sasuke, he knew he was going to have to pull all the right strings to have him.

     But for some reason, they just couldn't seem to think rationally around each other. If they got as close as to touching thighs while sitting beside each other, they'd fall back into the pattern of staring at each other like a deer in headlights, waiting for the other to make a move until they simultaneously broke away in an awkward fluster.

     Thus, the two let the tension in the room build slowly as they went back to watching mindless cartoons, making sure to keep as much distance between each other on the bed as possible.

     Not even a few hours had passed of utter silence between the teens before Iruka popped his head in, "Hey kiddo. You know what day it is right?"

     Naruto quickly averted his eyes from staring at the Uchiha, who's hand had been slowly inching towards his own for the past two hours. Looking at Iruka, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the question.

     Iruka sighed at the blondes puzzled look, "N.A. Jiraiya's coming to pick you up in about half an hour."

     The blonde huffed in annoyance, "Seriously? Do I really gotta go?"

     His foster father gave him a stern look, "Court ordered, you know this." He walked into the room fully with crossed arms,  "It's good for you to go anyway. To be around others in the same boat and talk about shared experiences is important in addiction recovery."

     Naruto could only roll his eyes. Of course Iruka, with his stupid degree in Psychology would spew out some bullshit book response. What Iruka didn't understand was that Naruto was nothing like those other people at narcotics anonymous.

     For starters, the blonde was the youngest at the meetings by at least ten to fifteen years. Not only that, they were way worse off than he was in his mind. They all had missing teeth, or picked off skin. Not to mention the ones  who were clearly still doped out. Naruto couldn't relate to any of those people, it didn't make any sense to him on why he should be forced to go.

     And let's not forget about Jiraiya, Naruto's sponsor. The eccentric old man was once an addict himself. He was a lot like Naruto, having grown up an orphan himself, gorging upon any substance he could get his hands on for nearly 20 years. Now, he had been clean for 10 years at the age of 50 and dedicated his time to mentoring other addicts and leading N.A. once a week.

     Naruto would look up to the man as a true mentor, if he didn't know his dirty secrets. Sure, Jiraiya was clean from drugs. But that didn't stop his other vices. Naruto learned that not only did Jiraiya dabble in alcohol (which is supposed to be a big no no for any and all recovering addicts), he was addicted to porn. Hard-core addicted Naruto discovered. Sure the porn thing wasn't the end of the world. But Naruto thought otherwise. How could a guy give any advice on addiction to the blonde if the man himself still battled other addictions?