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Sasuke was having the same fantasy he'd had for years, one he always returned to. It was of someone nearly anonymous, as the only thing Sasuke could quite place was his piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. He'd had a rough day, a rough week, a rough month, and currently he wanted to be fucked just as roughly, as to if to one-up all his troubles
He laid in the dark of his room, the only light the glowing blue power button of his vibrator and the only clothing he had on being a horrible giant orange sweatshirt Naruto had left at his place a few weeks ago. The comfort it supplied was unparalleled, and that, combined with his bullet, had him melting into his bed, mind somewhere else entirely.
"Stop teasing me," he demanded, but it came out more as a whine.
He could feel the head of the man’s dick slip down the cleft of his ass and circle his hole slowly, finally. It pressed slightly, spreading precum on the rim. "You're dripping wet aren't you?" the voice laughed. A hand reached down to Sasuke's cock, slipping over the slit. Sasuke couldn't help his moan and the precum that spilled over the man's fingers. "I like those noises. You sound hot." Sasuke could barely hear him, so frustrated by his finger leisurely playing only with the tip of his cock.
"Please," he said nearly a whisper, trying to push against his hand, anything to stop being held on an edge like this.
Another laugh. It was light, not mean, and made him blush. The hand was removed and placed back on his hip. “You’re cute." The head of the man's cock pressed harder now, slipping past the first ring of muscle. Sasuke sighing in relief, only to groan again when it slipped out again.
"S-stop it." He was being fucked so shallowly, only enough to feel his rim stretch around the cock before it was gone again. "Please, please, just fuck-" He pushed against the hard cock behind him in desperate need. "Just fuck me."
"Really?" The man said. All at once, he pulled Sasuke's wrists, pulling him off the bed and right onto his lap. Sasuke cried out as he slid down the full length of his cock, bottoming out with a slap. "If you're so eager, just do it yourself."
Sasuke's head lulled back onto the man's shoulder, grinding down in slow circles that made him see stars. "Feels good?" He nodded and then lifted himself up at the best of his ability, leaning forward, his hands now on the bed. "You're doing so well, babe."
He moaned as he fucked himself, spreading his legs as far as he could. "Yes, yes, fuck, I want to come on your cock, I feel so full-"
Sasuke's eyes suddenly snapped open.
He felt... too full.
The fingers between his legs grasped at… nothing.
Oh fuck no. Oh hell fucking no , he did not just lose a vibrator in his ass. Sasuke’s fingers pushed a little deeper, looking for purchase, but the same as he had so enthusiastically let the anonymous man push into him as deep as he could go, the toy had been launched into him with fervor. Only this time, there wasn’t a human attached to the end of it to keep it from going rogue.
“Are you fucking-” Sasuke poked around the best he could to no avail. He twisted and turned and nearly bent in half so his feet were almost behind his head, but nothing. That little fucker clearly had no intention of cooperating.
He tried to sit up in his blue sheets, which shifted the buzzing inside him, and a sharp jolt of pleasure ran through him. Sasuke nearly collapsed onto the bed again, shaking his hips slightly, trying to get the vibrations away from his sensitive prostate. When it did he could breathe again, so he did, and then took in the situation.
So. He wasn’t really getting up anytime soon, couldn’t imagine walking around with this thing in him. Sasuke eyed the door; no, he certainly wouldn’t make it that far. That was a kink, he knew, but personally it’d reduce him to a complete mess. Being very responsive was usually considered a good thing during sex but now that was biting him in the ass. Almost literally.
Being half-hard in this situation was like some sort of limbo; he was still being stimulated, couldn’t help it, but his mind? Fucking flaccid. He growled at the lower half of his body in frustration, and then immediately felt like an idiot. Or, more of an idiot than he already was.
He rolled to his side with a second groan, hands pushing his dick down between his legs. The slide of precum under his palm had felt good before, sexy and slick, but now it was just humiliating. And drying, on top of that.
The only sounds were the long exhale of the heater, breathing of Sasuke’s own and the everpresent, annoying, utterly relentless buzzing of his stupid vibrator.
Think, think, he had to think. Clearly, he wasn’t going to be able to get the toy out by himself, as much as it irked him, he might… Sasuke swallowed and blushed. He might need somebody to help him.
Sasuke covered his face with his hands and then immediately pulled them away when he remembered what they were covered with.
The first person he thought of was Naruto. His best friend, who had told him (almost too often) that he go to the ends of the Earth if he thought Sasuke needed it. The real question, though, was does that include fishing around in his asshole? That’s… up for interpretation.
Besides… Sasuke rolled over, pushing his face into his pillow. It didn’t really help he’d been nursing a small crush on Naruto for a little while. He might be playing that down slightly; a little while had to be roughly 8 years now. He’d spent a long time willing it to go away, to not feel his disobedient heart flutter when Naruto smiled just for him. There was no time he wanted it to go away more.
Sasuke huffed, trying to force the image of Naruto helping him out away. It was kind of turning him on, imagining Naruto looking down at him flushed and naked, working him open- Yeah, it was totally turning him on.
He shook his head. No, no, not Naruto, never Naruto.
Sakura would do it, he knew. They’d seen some shit together; Sakura had saved him from not one, but two, walk of shames and Sasuke wouldn’t soon forget Sakura hurling her dinner and a whole bottle of wine onto the nicest white shirt he’d ever owned. She was a medic; she’d get it out with precision and efficiency.
And guess what else she’d do? The buzzing seemed to get louder. She’d fucking tell Ino. No doubt about it, she would, and then Ino would tell everybody. He didn’t need that on his track record.
The hospital was another option, but again, if Tsunade was the one handling the x-rays displaying what was shaping up to be the worst decision he’d made because he was horny, he’d never live it down. She’d never let him.
Sai’d do it, or Kiba, but just because they would doesn't mean they should. Ino would, again, spread the news like a forest fire. Shikamaru would sigh and tell him to tell Naruto. He considered asking Gaara, just to hear him panic, searching for an appropriate response, but no. Karin would make it weird, Juugo shouldn't be subjected to this and Suigetsu would honestly just laugh at him. Loudly. For an extended amount of time.
He hated his friends.
Sasuke ticked through everyone, everyone he knew, and there was not a single person he’d pin as “ideal”. He looked down at his dick, still clearly confused about how it should be reacting. Pretending the vibrator wasn’t still buzzing away was all that was getting him through this.
What if he just left it in? What if he just lived like that forever, a toy lodged up his butt? Out of sight, out of mind, they say. No , he rolled back over onto his back, that’s dumb . Waiting until it turned off seemed smart, but he’d just fully charged it, which mean… 7 hours. 7 hours of unsolicited edging. 7 hours of his pelvis rattling.
If Sasuke’s life up to this point had taught him anything, it was that he was resilient, but that? That would kill him.
It was dawning on him now that his first inclination had been the most plausible; he was going to have to call Naruto. Sasuke turned again to snarl, muffled by his pillow, and then moaned as the vibrator shifted again. This was agony. What was the point in spending years convincing Naruto he was cool just to ruin it all in one fatal blow?
But it had to be done. He looked mournfully at his phone, lying on the bedside table, trying to think of any other option, but none came. Sasuke picked it up like it was a bomb.
The screen thoroughly blinded him in the darkness as he looked for Naruto’s contact. It was right under Lee’s name, so he was very careful to pick the right one. His stomach turned as he looked at Naruto’s beaming contact photo, but pressed the number.
It rang a grand total of one time before there was a click and then “What’s up?” Naruto’s voice sounded low and rough, probably because he’d been jerked out of sleep, but it made Sasuke pause in appreciation for a moment. “Sasuke?”
“Naruto. Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah. What’s going on?”
Sasuke didn’t speak for a moment. This… wasn’t something he could say over the phone. He also didn’t want Naruto to back out; no matter how uncomfortable it was, somebody needed to get this out. “I… can’t really tell you right now. I’m fine, or I will be, but I need your help with something. Now.”
“You’re freaking me out,” Naruto said, sounding a little anxious, but Sasuke could hear the rustle of sheets and footsteps, followed by the jingle of keys. “I’ll be over in 15 minutes, okay?”
Sasuke breathed a sigh of relief that was immediately replaced by a pang of dread. “Alright. I can’t really come to the door, but you know where the key is?”
“Of course. Sasuke, are you… Whatever. See you soon.”
Sasuke hummed his agreement, and the call ended. His life ended, as well. Was Naruto really, honest to God, going to do this? And Sasuke was going to let him.
This is not how he ever imagined Naruto fingering him was going to go.
Still, it was kind of making him hot to think of Naruto’s hands on him for any reason. He put it out of his mind and pushed the covers so he could roll underneath them, still wincing. The least he could do is not make Naruto confront this right off the bat. So, he waited. Tried not to think about his best friend, about the future, about how even though the vibrator wasn’t as torturous as when he’d tried to sit up, it still felt… kind of good.
He laid face up, nothing peeking out the covers besides his face and his hands gripping the sheets, mind completely blank until he heard the click of his door downstairs. Maybe it was a murderer who’d just kill him instead he hoped, but hearing the fast, clunking footsteps it could only be Naruto.
He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Naruto had made it here in 10 minutes. Sasuke sighed and then realized; he was still wearing Naruto’s sweatshirt. Having to explain why exactly he’d chosen to jack off in stolen clothing wasn’t something he was apt to do. He tore off and threw it to the floor in the nick of time.
“Sasuke!” Naruto nearly kicked down the door, making Sasuke jump. “Are you okay? I got here as quick as I could!”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I just…” He couldn’t really find the words, looking up at disheveled Naruto. They stared at each other in complete silence, Naruto waiting for an answer and Sasuke trying to find one.
Finally, Naruto sort of cocked his head. “What’s that buzzing noise?” and that was it. He had to do it, to just buckle down, and-
“I got a vibrator stuck in my ass.”
Naruto’s eyes went wide, mouth falling open just slightly. “You what?”
“Look, I was, you know, masturbating , and it got a little out of hand and now it’s lost.” Sasuke felt his cheeks burn at having to say the word ‘masturbating’ in front of Naruto, and it was even worse to see Naruto eyes go even wider.
“I didn’t even know you liked that kind of thing?” Sasuke felt his face go redder still.
“Well, it didn’t really come up in conversation, bastard,” he hissed.
“Okay, yeah, but… What do you need from me?”
The dreaded question, the one he’d been waiting to answer from someone since this all started. “I need you,” he started steadily, “to get it out for me.”
Silence. Perfect silence. Well, besides the buzzing.
“You want me to get it out? Like, with my hands?”
“Unless you can think of another body part that’d work better, yes,” he snapped, and then instantly regretted it. He was asking a very awkward favor. “I can figure it out myself, so-”
“No,” Naruto suddenly blurted out and Sasuke was terrified because he could see it: that look at Naruto always got when he’d made his mind to do something, no matter what. He was an insistent and relentless person, and while that quality is very useful, it made Sasuke nervous to have that fighting spirit pinpointed on his ass. “No, I’ll do it. That’s what best friends are for, right?”
“God, don’t make this about the power of friendship, just help me.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, and put his keys on the bedside table with a clink. “I have to turn on the lights to see, though, and you have to stop hiding under the covers.” Sasuke’s mouth went dry. Thank God his dick had gotten the memo about the fix they were in so he wouldn’t have to present that to Naruto as well.
The lights flicked on and Sasuke couldn’t even look at Naruto. Just stared down at the covers. “I’m going to get out of bed. I’m going to get on hands and knees and you are going to get it out as fast as humanly possible.” Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto nodded.
Moving as efficiently as he could, Sasuke pulled back the covers and positioned himself just how he’d said. It was fucking mortifying, kneeling in front of Naruto. He did his best to sort of fold his legs to cover some of himself and his hands clenched in the sheets.
“ Holy shit ,” Naruto said, voice going up in pitch, “we’re doing this.”
“Isn’t that what best friends are for, asshole?”
“Yes,” Naruto said more firmly. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut as Naruto approached. He had no idea what he looked like to him, didn’t want to know. This was probably grossing him out, he’d never look at Sasuke the same, this was all going to-
“Sasuke?” Sasuke jerked his attention back to Naruto. “You’re going to have to, well, uh,” Naruto began, and then his voice kind of trailed off at the end so he couldn’t make it out
“Speak up if you want me to hear you.”
Naruto let out a huff of breath. “I need you to spread your legs.”
No, no, he couldn’t, he couldn’t . He hated making Naruto have to say something like that to him, but he also hated that the idea of Naruto seeing him like this was making his body take interest. He felt like he was shaking, hoped he wasn’t and spread.
Naruto said nothing at first, but Sasuke felt a hand set carefully on his hip. The other pressed hesitantly against his shoulder. “Can you sort of get lower to the bed? I don’t know if this angle will work.” Sasuke went from his hands to resting his chin on his arms, ass up in thin air. “Okay, that’s good. I mean, not good! Not like-”
“Shut. The fuck. Up,” Sasuke breathed, and tried to stay perfectly still.
“So I should like… Just go in?”
No, under no circumstances should he do that. “You’ll need lube, so get it out of the drawer.”
“Oh.” Naruto leaned past Sasuke to open it, bumping the back of his thighs. The drawer open with a sharp squeak. A familiar bottle appeared, fairly big yet almost empty, a detail he hoped Naruto would miss. He closed his eyes to the sound of the cap popping open and the awful squelching noise as the lube was squeezed out. “That… was probably too much.”
“Better than too little,” Sasuke grumbled and then jerked when the hand that’d been on his hip before was on his ass. Naruto used that hand to keep him open, while the other…
“Okay,” Naruto said, voice quiet but determined. “Tell me if it hurts, or something.”
The first touch he felt wasn’t painful at all; it was the opposite. Slightly cold and slick, Naruto’s thumb was rubbing a circle around his entrance, spreading what was certainly too much lube, but… It was so careful, like he was so afraid of hurting Sasuke. It was cute. The thumb was removed, the tip of his index finger lingering and then pressing into him. Naruto wiggled his finger slightly and Sasuke’s breath caught.
It was instantly yanked out. “Shit, did I hurt you?” Naruto asked loudly and Sasuke only shook his head, face pink.
“No. In fact, you’re going way too slow. I mean, the vibrator had to go in somehow. I can handle it.” Naruto still seemed very hesitant, and Sasuke groaned into his arms before: “Let me just fucking show you.” Sasuke reached back and easily slid in his finger to the second knuckle before adding another. “ See ?” he asked, trying to force confidence into his voice when really all he was feeling was embarrassment.
“Yeah, well, you make it look… really easy,” Naruto said quietly, suddenly it struck Sasuke that was just… fingering himself open. In front of his childhood friend turned painstaking crush turned savior. He jerked his hand away almost immediately, but it was too late; the thought of Naruto watching him get off was already in his head. Maybe smoothing his hands down the back of Sasuke’s thighs, whispering encouragement. Sasuke’s brows scrunched up. Enough torture.
Naruto tried again, with a little more force and a eventually a second finger, but it was still so gentle. Teasing, if Sasuke didn’t know better. His expression soured further as his dick wasn’t cooperating with him on his decision to make this as sexless as possible. “You’re still being slow. I’ll die before it gets out of me.”
“I know, shut up,” Naruto growled, which coincidentally shut Sasuke up.
He tried so hard not to focus on Naruto’s fingers making slick noises or the vibrations from within him, but it was no use; he was steadily getting hard. He couldn’t get his mind off Naruto just watching him get helplessly aroused, stretching him around his fingers until he was dripping. He let out a hum of pleasure, completely involuntarily, and then-
"Are you feeling up my ass?"
Naruto’s left hand, the one that had drifted down to his cheek, was vaguely rubbing it, Naruto’s skin hot against his. The slight bite of fingernails when his fingertips pressed down was nice, too. "Look, I don't know, you're tensing up! You're really, um.” Naruto seemed to search for a word. “Tight, I guess? You just have to relax, and it was totally working before you noticed, by the way.”
"It... It doesn't matter if it's working!” Sasuke yelped, “stop squeezing my butt!"
"My fingers! Are inside your butt!” Naruto scissored his fingers as it to make a point and Sasuke grit his teeth to keep from moaning. Fuck , Naruto felt good. “Does it really matter at this point?"
“I guess not,” Sasuke admitted finally, when he felt like he could string the words together. Naruto seemed much braver after their small spat and hearing him talk back as usual made Sasuke calm a little, so it was going smoother. Naruto had made it to three fingers now, and if it wasn’t for fear and stone cold resolve, Sasuke would be melting under his hand, lazily grinding down onto it. Naruto’s left hand gripped his ass a little tighter. “I think I feel it? Maybe I can turn it off.”
Sasuke praised the heavens. “Good, can you-!” He let out what was nothing less than a squeak as the vibration between his legs got infinitely stronger and then moaned loudly at the feeling nudging closer to his prostate. He squeezed his legs together.
“Sorry! Did I-”
“Turn it up instead of off?” Sasuke said, voice strained. “Yeah, Naruto, I think so.” The vibrator was insistent now, impossible to ignore, and Sasuke was completely hard. Like, stupid hard. Achingly hard. How the fuck had Naruto not noticed? Or had he and said nothing? His thighs squeezed tighter and he was distracted again.
“Sasuke…” Naruto sounded tired, both hands rubbing the sides of his thighs as if to comfort him. “Come on, let’s just go to the hospital.”
“The hospital?” Sasuke nearly spluttered. “Yeah, Naruto, let’s just go see your surrogate mother. We can explain how I reamed myself with a vibrator and she can pull it out! Hey, while we’re at it, invite Jiraiya and Iruka, too, so next time I’m at your house for Christmas we can all sit around the fire and reminisce about the time Sasuke liquified his prostate!"
“Jesus fucking Christ, okay, no hospital! I’ll… I’ll try.”
“Were you not trying before?” Sasuke’s voice nearly cracked for the amount of stress he was under, and Naruto huffed.
“Just hold on,” he said roughly and suddenly gripped Sasuke’s hips, pulling Sasuke down the bed and into his lap so his legs spread over where Naruto was kneeling. He nearly slapped a hand over his mouth to keep him from moaning; from this position, his cock was pressing firmly against Naruto’s legs.
Naruto went back to work, hands making obscene noises as the vibrator seemed to shift closer still. Sasuke bit his pillow. His hip shifted slightly, a tiny test of movement, and then little harder. “ Fuck ,” he hissed under his breath, dick sliding between Naruto’s knees, the tip rubbing against the bedspread. Naruto must have thought he was slipping as he pulled Sasuke back up his legs. “Ah...” Sasuke couldn’t stop his whimper as his cock dragged slowly over fabric. Naruto’s fingers pushed back in and found the vibrator, only to turn it up once again. “Fuck, ah!” Sasuke’s whine was loud now, obviously, and he could feel his precum wetting Naruto’s pants, which probably meant Naruto could, too.
“Um…” Everything was at a complete standstill. Naruto knew he was getting off on this now, which only made his cock leak more. He couldn’t stop thinking about sliding back and forth, getting finger fucked until he came, and honestly? That line of thinking was the opposite of helpful. He just needed the vibrator out. That’s his first mission.
“I think I’ll be able to get it, I promise,” Naruto told him and readjusted again, so this time Sasuke was pressed against- Sasuke’s eyes widened, heat flaring through him.
Was Naruto… hard? He tilted his hips, and yes; there was definitely something pressing back against him. Naruto cleared his throat loudly, but otherwise said nothing. Sasuke was just trying to process it; Naruto, hard, dick sliding against his ass- He grinded against it, he couldn’t not, and Naruto seemed to meet each of his efforts. The movement was barely there, enough to be called an accident, but any more of this and Sasuke would come, vibrator be damned.
There didn’t even seem to be much point in stopping the noises he made, as he’d already kind of dug his grave with all this. They were more of whimpers, every time he could feel Naruto’s erection, every time he made more and more of a mess between Naruto’s legs.
“Fuck, o-okay,” Naruto breathed, fingers twisting, “I think I’ve got it.” He finally caught the vibrator between his fingers. It pressed directly onto Sasuke’s prostate and rubbed it as Naruto worked. It felt so good it hurt, and Sasuke was so close, gasping, toes curling.
“Got it!” Naruto yelled, and pulled; right after turning it up to it’s last, highest setting.
Naruto pulled out the toy but Sasuke slammed back on to where he knew his hard cock would be, rubbing it through clothes and feeling Naruto’s thighs tighten around him. “Fuck, fuck me , I’m coming,” he moaned, hands clawing the sheets, “Ah, Naru-!” Cum spurted over Naruto’s legs and the sheets, but Sasuke didn’t care much. He stayed focused on the thick cock behind him, pretending he was stretched around it, getting his orgasm pounded out of him into the mattress. He was reverted to just soft mewls now; he felt wet and dirty but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard. Sasuke was still feeling it, rocking against Naruto, riding it out.
Well, until he fully realized he consequences of his actions. The vibrator had been switched off and now it was truly, painfully silent.
Good news: the vibrator was out.
Bad news: Sasuke had just come all over his best friend, and, as though that wasn’t nearly bad enough, said his name as he was doing it, too. There was nothing he had experienced before that prepared him for this moment, and Naruto seemed to be feeling the same, one hand still on the small of Sasuke’s back.
In one panicked movement, Sasuke leaped away, almost using Naruto as a kickboard. He dived under the covers, hiding most of his face from Naruto. When he peaked out from behind his bangs, Naruto wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at nothing, empty air, eyes wide and breathing uneven, and then down. Down at the complete fucking disaster that had been made of his pants. The area between his thighs was covered with lube and Sasuke’s cum, the light grey sweatpants stained dark. The sight was unbearable.
“Goodbye,” was literally all Sasuke could think to say, so he did, huddling against himself closer. This had gone so much worse than he anticipated and the last thing he wanted was to talk about it with Naruto. He wasn’t sure if he could manage eye contact. He wanted to sleep and stay in bed until his ass didn’t feel like it’d been plowed by a jackhammer.
An exaggeration, maybe, but if there was any time to use one, it was now.
Naruto didn’t move for a moment, and then stood up. “Uh… Okay…” More silence and no movement. “Sasuke?”
“ What? ” It came out much harsher than he intended, but he desperately wanted to ignore the fact that he’d revealed his feelings in the most obvious way possible.
“Can I have a pair of pants?”
Sasuke sat up and turned to face Naruto. “ That’s what you have to say? You want pants?”
“Well,” said Naruto, and his voice had a crackle to it, a flicker showing the fire it could possess. “I’m not the person who came all over them.”
Sasuke gaped at him. Where did Naruto get off being borderline smug? “Excuse me? I was being directly stimulated! You were the one who got hard for no reason.” His eyes flicked downwards.
“For no reason? Your naked ass was like,” Naruto held out his hands with fervor, “this close to my face. This close! And then all the moaning, and then- You practically rode my dick! How’s that for direct stimulation?”
“I did-! I did not ride your dick.”
“Well, yeah, the fabric between us made it difficult, but you definitely gave it your best shot.”
They stared at each other, both defiant, until Sasuke sighed. “Shut up, bastard.” That usually meant he lost an argument, but he was too tired. “Grab pants, I don’t care.”
“Great. I’m staying over too, by the way.” Naruto voice was returning to it’s slightly weakened state now, socks scuff in the carpet, but he sounded so sure of his place that Sasuke stared. “I’m going to get you a washcloth, that’s not going to be comfortable when it dries.”
“Who… Who said you could stay in my house?”
“Kiba will notice if I come home in these dirty sweatpants,” Naruto called from the bathroom, “and he’ll also notice if I’m wearing sweatpants from your high school. Besides, I told him I’d be out for the night.” The whole night? What had Naruto thought he’d be dealing with here that it’d take the whole night? A washcloth was unceremoniously dumped on Sasuke’s face with a wet slap, which he tore off with a scowl, much to Naruto amusement.
He rolled out of bed, the heat and embarrassment long since fading, as Naruto pulled on the dirty top blanket off and dumped it in the laundry basket by Sasuke’s door, the washcloth following soon after. Sasuke grabbed what he’d been wearing before of the floor and pulled it back on.
“Is that my sweatshirt?”
“No,” Sasuke responded immediately.
“It says Uzumaki on the back.”
Sasuke shrugged, walking to the light switch and flicking it downwards. “Purely a coincidence.” There was no way he was giving up this; it was now the most comfortable piece of clothing that he owned (or rather that he had stolen.) “You’re not getting it back. Shut up and go to sleep.”
Naruto seemed to be trying to do that anyway, but once Sasuke’s eyes adjusted, he saw one of Naruto’s arms was thrown over the other side of the bed. Sasuke carefully decided to think nothing of it, offering no comment, just settling on the crook of his arm.
The silence was long, even though Sasuke couldn’t sleep. His body was spent in every way possible, but still, his mind whirred.
“I thought you were having nightmares again,” came Naruto’s voice heavy and making Sasuke start. He’d assumed Naruto had been asleep. “You sounded so nervous to tell me what it was, so I thought… Anyway, that’s why I kicked down the door, but you were really just lying there, having a liiiittle too much fun with-“ Naruto reached down, under Sasuke’s thigh, to the forgotten vibrator and clicking it on, the top end of glowing blue and lighting up Sasuke’s face. HIs smirk was absolutely devilish. “ This. ”
“Put that away ,” Sasuke growled, snatching it away and turning it off, throwing it across the room with a clack.
He laid there a moment longer. He didn’t like to think much about past days when he spent most nights sick to his stomach, waking up from dream after dream about the horror movie his childhood had been. Naruto had always been there to comfort him , he recalled, and then put it out of his mind. “Sorry for confusing you,” he said, barely there.
“I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”
“My pride’s gone through a wood chipper, but sure.” He could sense Naruto rolling his eyes at that. “Thank you,” he said, just as quietly. Apologies and gratitude came difficult to him, but he figured Naruto had earned it. “You’re the only person I could even approach with this.”
“My pleasure.” Sasuke winced at the phrasing and Naruto gasped. “Oh God, no, I didn’t mean like that, just-“
“Go to sleep, asshole.”
Silence fell over them again.
“If you’re worried anything’s changed between us, it hasn’t,” Naruto said, slightly slurred, almost drifting off. Sasuke felt the pang in his stomach he always did at the mention of them being best friends, as, especially now, it felt like a consolation prize. It was replaced by that flutter, though, when Naruto rolled on his side, tugging Sasuke closer and nuzzling into his neck. He bit his lip to keep from smiling, because there were no promises in Naruto’s touch, but…
Sasuke’s train of thought was broken as he shifted, wincing at the sharp pain in his ass. Finally, finally , something had indeed changed between him and Naruto.
But God, at what cost?