Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Dance, C'mon

Dance, C’mon

By RaichuWrites

Beta’d by arkadyevna (Without whom, I would be lost. Especially with the smut. It’s seriously a pain writing smut for the first time when you’re a demisexual who doesn’t do the whole one-night-stand thing…)

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Naruto sighed, resting a cheek on a fist as he leaned against the bar. He eyed the people on the dancefloor enviously. That was where he desperately wanted to be at that moment. A little alcohol, and a good looking somebody to dance with, and he’d be set for the rest of the night until he made his way to one bed or another at sunrise.

               But no. Instead of dancing, drinking, and probably eventually getting laid, he was working behind the bar tonight. On a goddamned Saturday night. All because that bastard Sasuke had to go and get the shits with his part-timer. So much for that guy’s job. Naruto would bet his meagre savings that Sasuke’d been in bed with the guy, too.

               As Naruto turned his head to go take care of the next person who was having actual fun tonight, his eyes locked briefly with another’s from across the club. His breath froze in his lungs.

               Those were easily the most fucking beautiful pair of eyes he had ever come across. A shade of green he’d never seen in another human being before. Funnily enough, the bright red hair accented the green eyes perfectly, rather than clashing like you’d expect, with that kind of vibrancy. As did the tattoo above the left eye, though Naruto couldn’t make out the kanji from across the room. What was a man like that doing in a club like this, just standing there by the stairway?

               Naruto’s trance was broken by the customer in front of him belligerently demanding his order be taken now. By the time Naruto had served him and two others, the red-haired, green-eyed fantasy man had disappeared from the bottom of the stairs.

               Naruto had spent a night, and more, in the beds of some beautiful people, but damn, did he want. Badly.

               Which is why Naruto couldn’t help but pout. With a grumble, he turned to pour some more shots and mix some more cocktails. At least he only had to work until two-thirty. After that, he could drink and dance his disappointment away. He’d been hoping the hottie would come over to the bar for a drink, but he guessed that wasn’t gonna happen tonight.

*

At two-thirty, his veritable slave driver of a best friend came down to the bar. He smirked at Naruto’s petulant glare.

“So, you here to release me from slavery, or what, you dick,” Naruto grouched, crossing his arms and continuing to glare at Sasuke, “I wanna be drunk on the dancefloor, not sober and stuck behind the bar, dammit!”

               After a brief staring contest, Naruto was set free, and with a whoop of joy he snagged the office keys from Sasuke to go change his clothes.

*

               Changed into more appropriate clothing for a nightclub dance floor, Naruto and Sasuke sat side-by-side at the bar for a few minutes, each downing shot after shot. Once Naruto had a good enough buzz going, he left Sasuke for the dance floor. After all, it had been a little while since he got to have a night out, and he was itching for a good dance.