When Sasuke Met Naruto (SasuNaru)

- Chaper 25 -

Sasuke Uchiha lay sprawled out on his bed, the covers crumpled in a heap on the floor next to a pile of discarded clothes. He was sweating profusely, and his breathing was heavy and hurried. Glancing up above him, the Uchiha could clearly see the face of a very naked Naruto Uzumaki, his eyes closed in concentration and sweat running down his brow. His breathing was similarly forced. With every thrust of the blond's hips, he let out a grunt, which consequently caused Sasuke to moan in painful ecstasy. Though Sasuke tried to keep his eyes fixed on Naruto, wanting nothing more than to watch his boyfriend in the throes of love, the Uchiha's body continued to override his brain with waves of pleasure, forcing him to seal his eyes shut as he let out another moan.

"Naruto," the raven-haired teen grunted as the aforementioned blond thrust once again.

"Sasuke," the Naruto said in turn, biting his lip in concentration, "Are you ready?"

The Uchiha nodded simply, his body already shuddering with pleasure.

"All right... here it goes!"

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The alarm rang.

Startled, Sasuke reached over for his clock and yanked it out of the wall, silencing the aggravating beeping once and for all. Chucking the object across the room in frustration, the Uchiha collapsed back onto his pillow, hoping he could somehow relapse into his wonderful dream. After shutting his eyes for a few moments, however, he realized it was too late – his perfect night of passion with Naruto was gone. Sitting up in his bed, he snarled at the now-broken clock on the floor.

"Hope you're happy..."

Truth be told, Sasuke was more than a little embarrassed about the dream. Yes, he had thoroughly enjoyed... being intimate with Naruto on Friday night. He loved it, in fact. Sharing that kind of pleasure with someone he truly cared about had been ideal, and he was anxious to see Naruto again so he could tell the blond just that. But, naturally, their titillating adventure had brought on some unintended side effects. Ever since that night, Sasuke found his mind wandering to the thought of sex far more frequently than he'd like. Any time he lost focus, he'd inevitably think back to that night, lying naked beside Naruto, or possibly even go a step further. All these thoughts were apparently building towards the dream from which he'd just been rudely awakened, which, one could say, had been the 'climax.'

Kicking off the covers and sliding out of bed, Sasuke glanced down at himself to find his boxerbriefs with a distinct, wet patch in the front. He blushed and decided to head to the bathroom as quickly as possible. There, he removed the stained underwear and hopped into the shower, which he turned on to an ice-cold temperature.

God... now he's giving me wet dreams? What the hell's wrong with me?

Grabbing a nearby bottle of shower gel, Sasuke began to lather up, paying particularly close attention to that troublesome area down south. He didn't regret what had happened on Friday night – the evening had been one of the more enjoyable experiences the Uchiha could remember. At the same time, though, Sasuke felt a bit... uneasy. Not so much about advancing his relationship with Naruto, but more about expanding that relationship to include new members.

In particular, there was Iruka.

Yes, that had been an awkward day. To think he'd end up meeting Naruto's dad in his birthday suit, just after waking up from a night of passion with his son. He hadn't known quite what to do. At first he thought he and Naruto were busted – that the jig was up, and it was all going to be over before it could even get off the ground. Fortunately, Iruka was apparently missing a few brain cells, because he bought whatever lie Naruto told him without any question.