"This was fun, you guys!" Naruto grinned, leaning against the door, "we should do it more often."
"You say that now," Ino leaned in, eyes sparkling, "but we all know as soon as Sasuke's back you're never staying anywhere overnight without him again, and I don't wanna deal with you two fucking in our—"
"Don't be mean, Ino," Sakura smacked her on the arm, "Naruto already has to spend his whole birthday without Sasuke. It's hard enough for the poor boy—"
"You guys are the worst," Naruto grumbled, "I'm not that bad."
"You really are, though," Ino cut him off—Sakura raising an eyebrow as she nodded along with her, "you've been checking your phone like twenty times a minute."
Naruto froze, halfway through pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Sakura laughed.
"Fuck off," Naruto muttered, cheeks burning—it only seemed to make Sakura laugh harder.
"Okay, okay, we actually have to go now though," Ino slung an arm around Sakura, "people are gonna get impatient."
Sakura grinned at her.
"I think they're already pretty impatient."
"Who are you guys meeting again?"
Sakura waved a hand, Ino already pulling her away from the door.
"Oh, no one, really," Sakura called back, "don't worry about it!"
Naruto frowned.
"You—"
"Happy birthday, blondie!" Ino interrupted him, leaning on the car door, "don't have too much fun!"
Don't have too much...?
But they were already in the car—leaving Naruto nothing else to do but give a small, confused wave in reply. He wasn't sure what kind of fun she expected him to have—although staying at their house had been nice, she knew full well Sasuke's big conference lasted through the weekend—and everyone else had been hellishly busy today...
He ran a hand through his hair, stifling the urge to grimace as he shut the door.
Not even a week without Sasuke, and he was already missing him like crazy. You'd think that Sasuke's grip on him would have loosened—somewhere along the five years they had been together—but—
No. Naruto had only managed to fall harder—every damn day.
He only fell harder every moment he spent with him—every time he woke up next to Sasuke, who never looked anything less than perfection, even in sleep—every time Sasuke's eyes would roll, landing on him with a look that called him an idiot without ever needing to say the word—every time he smirked at Naruto across a crowded room, because he wanted to leave and he knew what that look did to Naruto—
Fuck.
He let out a breath, turning along the hall.
Now he was sad and horny. He had texted Sasuke back and forth all of today, but it wasn't nearly enough...Sasuke was never the talkative type, and over text, he was even worse. But the conference should have ended for the day, by now, right? Sasuke should be back in his hotel at this point, so maybe he could give him a call—finally—he'd been wanting to hear that voice all day—he hit dial just as he opened the door to the bedroom—
His phone fell out of his hand.
"Well, you certainly took your time."
There—in all of his gorgeous, divine glory—laid Sasuke Uchiha, causal as could be. His eyes didn't even bother turning to Naruto's—too busy with whatever book he turned the page of—he kicked his feet up, behind him—Naruto stumbled back, against the wall, clutching at his heart—distantly registering the fact that Sasuke's phone was ringing, there, on the table—
