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Chapter 3: K is for Kissing

Sasuke's lips pressed into mine, adding a pleasant pressure. Instantly, I felt something in my stomach tighten. Keeping my eyes closed, I pressed my lips harder against his, kissing him experimentally. He kissed me back, slowly. Lips brushing against mine before kissing my upper lip hesitantly.

Inside, I was getting all tingly.

As our kisses became more sure, I felt his other hand encircle my waist and bring me closer to his body. Still holding on to his shoulder, I continued to kiss him. Our mouths remained closed, yet the feeling was definitely good. I pressed my lips harder against Sasuke's, wondering if it was normal to start feeling excited when kissing another guy. My mind started drifting towards what we'd read on google.

Kissing was a purely physical thing…it could make anyone feel good. And, didn't Sasuke say that you don't have to be gay to enjoy a kiss with another guy?

Slowly, my hand moved from its place at Sasuke's shoulder to his neck as my other hand came up to join it.

Our kisses were getting rougher, faster.

Sasuke shifted on the bed, his knee brushing accidently against my crotch. I gasped, my whole body pulsing from the aftershock of that slight touch. Sasuke, thinking my open mouth was an invitation, entered. His tongue darted into my mouth swiftly, meeting with mine. As soon as they touched, I felt as if my body was set on fire.

Everything.

I could feel everything.

The slight brush of air against my skin.

The warmth of Sasuke's body against my own.

His hair brushing lightly against my forehead.

Everything.

And I liked it.

Tightening my hold on his neck, I pressed even closer to him. As I did so, he moaned.

I shivered.

His voice oddly making the pressure in my stomach tighten in a very pleasing way.

I wanted him to do it again.

Brushing my tongue against his, I kissed him once more before pulling away slightly. Then drawing his bottom lip into my mouth, I gave it a little suck. He groaned low in his throat before pushing me down on the bed. I blinked in surprise, not quite sure what had just happened. Sasuke moved away from me and sat at the edge of the bed, panting.

"I think you'll be fine," he said, not looking at me.

I sat up, my cheeks no doubt flushed, "Yeah…you too." Sasuke looked at me, instantly my eyes went to his lips. I swallowed, remembering just how a few minutes ago they were pressed hard against mine. "But I…I think we need more practice…"

Wait.

Hold the phone.

What just spewed out of my mouth?

"Really?"

I stare at Sasuke, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

He stood up and rubbed his forehead, "I guess we can practice a little more…"

I nod dumbly.

"Alright then," clearing his throat, Sasuke walks over to my cabinet and pulls out a towel, "I'm going to take a shower."

"O-okay," I mumble, watching him rummage through his bag for his stuff before walking out of my room. As soon as he disappears, I collapse onto the bed and rub my face.

That night, I lie awake with Sasuke sleeping next to me. Sighing, I listen to his even breathing as I stare out my bedroom window. A cloud passes by, blocking my view of the moon.

Biting my lip, I turn around and face Sasuke. His back was turned to me as he slept, I frown.

How was it that Sasuke could sleep through anything?

Every time I closed my eyes, the feeling of our lips pressed together sprang to the forefront of my mind, blocking any thoughts of sleep.

Groaning to myself, I sat up and ran a shaky hand through my hair. Maybe getting a drink of water would make me feel better. Putting on my slippers, I snuck to my door.

Ah…the shrieking door.

I should be awarded a scholarly medal or something for discovering how to keep the damned thing from screeching like the dead.

Now, there is a special technique I use if I want to open my door without alerting the neighborhood that I am going out for a piss. Turning the doorknob gently, I pull it open at a turtle's pace. Slowly, the door opens.

No creaking.

When the crack is big enough for me to slide through, I stop. Shimmying through the opening I've created, I leave the door open and go downstairs. Unaware that right after I left, Sasuke turned around and covered his face with his hands.

The Uchiha lay there, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before touching his lips.

:::

"Naruto, if you wish to sleep," Asuma wrinkled his brow, "Please do so on your own time."

I lift my head up from my desk, blinking, "Sleeping? In your class? Never."

Asuma shook his head.

Well he would be tired too if he hadn't slept the whole night! I groaned silently and tried pushing back the urge to collapse in my seat. Sasuke wasn't looking so great either.

Why…I have no idea.

He slept like a baby.

After we were dismissed, I grabbed my backpack and slowly trudged out of the room to our next class, English with professor Kakashi Hatake. Sakura was also in my English class so this time I, as the loving and caring boyfriend that I am, sat beside her. She pecked me on the cheek before going off about how excited she was for the Halloween dance. I nodded, pretending like I cared what color eye shadow would suite her best. The damn thing was over three weeks away and she was acting like it was tomorrow.

"Of course we have to be matching," Sakura sighed, "I was thinking we could go as Snow White and Prince Charming."

Wait what?

"Sakura," I tune in, "Are you kidding?"

"Huh?" She looks at me, "Why would I be kidding?"

"Snow White?" I wrinkled my nose.

"What?" Her eyes cross, "Do you think I won't make a good Snow White?"

Me and my big mouth.

"N-no!" I stammer, "You'd make a great Snow White! I-I just don't think I'll look good in…tights."

"Oh," her features soften, "Well then…what do you want to go as?"

"Isn't it a little early to be picking costumes?" I ask her weakly, "I mean, we have three weeks be –"

"Sakura!" Karin waves from across the room.

Sakura's head snaps towards Karin, eyes wide, "Karin!" She squeals loudly.

I wince.

What is it with women?

The two girls run towards each other and hug in the middle of the room like they haven't seen each other in over a year. Almost immediately they start talking about some nonsense, letting me know that it was safe to turn my attention elsewhere. Kiba was sitting a few seats down from me, whispering to Shino about something. Choji and Shikamaru were playing cards in the corner with their desks turned towards each other. Hinata and Ino were looking through a magazine, one I'm sure I'd find as interesting as a bucket of sand.

I sigh and slump in my seat, pencil tapping against the wiring of my notebook as I wait for Kakashi to show up. Sasuke had stayed behind to talk to Asuma about something, leaving me to while away the time all by myself.

"Naruto."

I look up to find Gaara hovering over me, his face blank of expression.

"Hey."

"You seemed…" Gaara furrows his brow, as if he's having trouble speaking, "Out of it this morning."

I lick my lips nervously, "Oh…ha," rubbing the back of my neck, I smile at him, "Just a little tired. I guess…practice yesterday wore me out a bit."

"Hm."

"Yeah."

"Well," he said, "We were wondering if you and Sasuke wanted to go watch that thriller opening in theaters this weekend with us."

Thriller?

Hell yes!

"Sure!" I reply excitedly, "Who is going?"

Gaara shrugs his shoulders, "Just a few of us. Namely, us guys from the soccer and baseball teams."

"Cool," I grinned, thinking how awesome it was going to be eating a large helping of popcorn while watching a movie with my friends. We hadn't gone out in such a longtime…damn crap kept getting in the way. Kiba spraining his ankle…Shino having to help his dad clean out the lab…Choji's…ugh, I don't even want to remember how Choji's room looked like before he was forced to clean it. I distinctly remember a pizza box moving of its own accord last time I had ventured into that room of the mystery…"We'll definitely be there."

"We'll be where?"

I turn to see Sasuke standing a few inches behind me, his face set into a look of indifference, "At the movies this weekend, to see that thriller movie."

"Bloody Scream?" He asked. I look at Gaara who nods his head, "Okay."

"Neji is organizing it," Gaara sighs, "I'm just telling people about it," he mutters darkly, glare set in place, "Don't know why he just couldn't do it himself."

Sasuke and I exchange looks.

Gaara definitely was a strange one…we're all friends but…sometimes I wonder…if maybe Gaara was planted here by aliens…

I know, it's crazy…but still.

"Good morning!" Kakashi waltzes into the room with his briefcase at his side, a scarf wrapped snuggly around the lower portion of his face.

I think he wears it that way to cover up some hideous deformity.

Why else would you cover your mouth like that every day?

It's not normal!

"Please pull out your books and turn to page 58 in Shakespeare's Macbeth."

I groan as Sasuke takes a seat beside me, preparing myself for another grueling forty-five minutes in which my time here on this wonderful planet is wasted. Opening my book, my eyes cross as I stare at the gibberish in front of me.

Damn you Shakespeare…

:::

As soon as the bell sounded, Sasuke and I bounded out of the school as fast as we could. Jumping into his car, we raced to his house.

Apparently, Sasuke had gotten a text from his mother letting him know she'd made stuffed tomatoes. That in itself is a wonder to me. How one could enjoy a stuffed tomato was simply mindboggling. Nonetheless, the Uchiha's had a thing for that vegetable-that-isn't-a-vegetable-but-is-actually-a-fruit…yeah…

Which brings me to explaining why we had to rush home. Itachi, Sasuke and their dad always compete with each other to see who can eat the most stuffed tomatoes.

I always lose…because I'm not crazy.

Thing is, the contest doesn't have a set time to when it starts. The tomatoes are fair game once they're out of the oven.

Sasuke parks hurriedly in the driveway before walking rather quickly to the front door, shoving his key inside and throwing the poor thing open.

"We're home," he calls before grabbing me by the sleeve and shoving me inside.

In the kitchen, we find Fugaku already finishing up a helping of stuffed tomato. As soon as he sees Sasuke, he smirks, "Hello, Sasuke."

"Itachi here?" Sasuke asks before grabbing a plate and picking up a stuffed tomato.

Mikoto shakes her head as she appears from behind the refrigerator door, "No…he has class until five today."

I shiver as a vulpinelike smile appears on my friend's face. I count the remaining stuffed tomatoes on the platter and sigh.

Thirteen fucking tomatoes.

"Well I think we're going to be here for some time," I groan, "Mikoto, do you have any ramen?"

Sasuke's mother gives me a disapproving look, "Naruto…you know how bad ramen is for you." She tisks at me, "It is a very unhealthy obsession." I look at her dumbly, wondering if she'd prefer me to have a tomato obsession like her son. "Oh, and did you tell your mother to call me last night?" Mikoto handed me a plate with a stuffed tomato, "I haven't heard from her yet. That Laser place gets booked really fast, it's important she make an appointment early."

Somehow, thinking of my mother getting hair removed from different parts of her body made me lose my appetite.

I grimace, "I'll make sure to tell her tonight."

"Good."

After Sasuke had his fill and made sure there was no way Itachi could beat him, we went up to his room to do our homework. I had sprawled myself on the floor, scattering my papers all over the place while Sasuke sat at his desk. We each worked diligently on completing our assigned work. I of course had to copy Sasuke's math homework after staring at the problems assigned to us for a good ten minutes. He just rolled his eyes at me when I took his notebook.

Well, we can't all be brilliant at everything.

It was nearly six o'clock when Sasuke plopped down next to me, "You done yet?"

I threw him a dirty look, "Does it look like I'm done?" I point to my notebook, showing him that I still had three problems to copy.

He sighed and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, "Hn."

"Damn it, Sasuke!"

"Well, you are pretty slow."

I grabbed him by the collar, picking him off the ground into a sitting position and stared angrily into his face. My head swimming with algebra equations that made absolutely no sense to me, "Stop making fun of me."

Sasuke rolled his eyes and in one swift movement, removed my fingers from his shirt, "Then trying doing those three problems by yourself, dobe."

Sucking in my cheeks, I stare into the textbook, "I have no idea how to even start solving this damn shit."

"Hn."

"Oh fine," I lie back down on my stomach and write the problem into my notebook. A full minute passes with me just staring at it. Then finally, I make my first move.

"Hn."

I erase it.

Another thirty seconds passes before I attempt again.

"Hn."

I erase again, "Help me then," I grumble, "Give me a hint."

Sasuke points at the problem, "Start on the left side."

Slowly I go through the equation with Sasuke helping me. Finally, I complete it and check my answer with Sasuke's.

They match.

Grinning, I hurriedly write down the last two equations and solve them in a similar fashion while Sasuke sits up and looks at me smugly.

"At last," I heave a sigh of relief as I shove my schoolwork into my book bag.

I turn around to give Sasuke his notebook when he grabs me and pulls me towards him, crashing his lips down on mine.

I recoil, shocked, "What are you doing?"

"Practicing." He says matter of factly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I blanche, "You didn't warn me!"

"Kisses don't always come with a warning," Sasuke crosses his arms, "I thought you took notes?"

I feel my face grow hot, "I-I did." Slowly, I crawl over to him, remembering how good the kisses felt yesterday. "Let's start again."

Sasuke frowns, "But then we lose the element of surprise."

"We could do it that way tomorrow."

I suddenly freeze.

What?

I bit my lip, wondering how the hell these things keep popping out of my mouth.

"Tomorrow?"

"Y-yeah," I rub the back of my neck nervously, "I-I mean…if we don't practice a lot…w-we won't g-get better…"

I watch Sasuke's face as he thinks over my statement. Honestly, I have no idea why I…why I want to practice…I mean yeah, I want to be super awesome when I kiss Sakura. But…but…

"Okay," Sasuke says before scooting closer and pulling me into a kiss.

Just like yesterday, my whole body reacts to his touch. I push myself closer to him as our lips meet. He opens his mouth first this time, letting me in to learn what I can. I run my tongue over his, tasting and touching everything and anything he lays bare.

Somehow we end up with me pressed to the floor with Sasuke atop of me, his hand resting on my thigh. I could care less where he puts it at the moment as I pull him closer to me, making our chests touch.

It feels so good to have him pressed this way to me.

I moan as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and then does something completely new with his tongue.

Figures…Sasuke was always a fast learner.

My arms slowly run up and down his back while we kiss, tracing over the muscles years of baseball and basketball had created. I shiver as his fingers move across my thigh, his actions shooting straight to my groin at a speed any sprinter would be jealous of. I moan again when he enters my mouth, tongues clashing together and learning what it is they're really meant to do.

The sound of a car alarm going off outside finally causes us to break away. I stare into Sasuke's face, panting hard. He is looking into my eyes, an expression I can't quite read written in his inky black orbs. I blink before licking my lips. Instantly I see Sasuke's gaze snap towards my mouth, his lips slightly parted as he continues to pant.

Right now, there was nothing more I wanted then for Sasuke to kiss me again. However, as luck would have it, he stood up and brushed himself off.

Suddenly feeling rather awkward, I stumble to my feet, "I s-should be going home now," I mutter, "H-have to…tell my mom about the l-laser removal."

Sasuke nods hesitantly, I feel him watching me as I grab my backpack from the floor. Slowly I walk out of his room and head down the stairs. To my chagrin, I find Itachi leaning against the wall, his expression solemn as he stares at the platter of stuffed tomatoes.

"Naru-chan," I stop in my tracks, "How many tomatoes did Sasuke eat?"

I gulp, "Six."

"Damn it," Itachi glares at the three remaining tomatoes. He then looks at me with a morose expression, "Take my advice, when you get to college…don't take advanced calculus if it isn't required…even if it looks good."

No worries there.

"Sure," I say stiffly before running out the door.

Within ten minutes I was home, "Mom!" I yell as loudly as I can, "Mikoto wants you to call her about some Hair Removal thing!"