Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday, Shika! ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: ladygizarme 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.24.2008 | Updated On: 09.24.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.24.2008 | Updated On: 09.24.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (or Shikamaru). I make no money from the writing of this story, but I do happily accept reviews, pocky, and virtual cookies!
Happy Birthday, Shika!
By: ladygizarme
Beta: Houseki
A/N and WARNING: So, here’s part two. This part is primarily smut, so if you’re not interested in that, now would be a good time to hit that ‘back’ button. >.>
Part Two:
Shikamaru got to his apartment just as the evening sky was darkening into post-sunset indigo. He sighed, glad for his day to be done and to finally be home. Glad that he’d eaten at the tower when someone had taken dinner orders while he was still working, because he didn’t think he’d be up for cooking for himself tonight, Shikamaru opened the door to his apartment and promptly dropped the box he’d been carrying.
“Naruto?!” in his shock, Shikamaru barely noticed the uncharacteristic cracking of his own voice as he was met with the sight of his lover standing in the middle of his living room. His lover who was supposed to be still away on a mission. His lover who was clad in nothing but his birthday suit and a smile.
And here Shikamaru had thought it was his birthday. Scratch that. Naruto in nothing but his sun-kissed skin was just what Shikamaru wanted to come home to on his birthday–or any other day, for that matter.
“Hehehe, happy birthday, Shikamaru,” Naruto chuckled in his roguishly mischievous voice, slowly walking towards him and causing Shikamaru to notice that there were a few candles lit because the light from them seemed to make Naruto’s skin and hair glow in the growing darkness.
“When did you get back?” Shikamaru breathed, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, suddenly needing some sort of support as he watched his skin-clad lover stalk towards him purposefully.
That same, amazingly sexy-but-mischievous grin met his question.
“This afternoon. I hurried back so I could be with you today. I wanted to come see you right away, but Tsunade-baa-chan threatened to knock me unconscious if I interrupted your paperwork.” Naruto shuddered slightly at the unwelcome memory.
Shikamaru smiled. Tsunade-sama was indeed a scary woman when she wanted to be, which was quite often. The slight change in Naruto’s demeanor that came with that topic of discussion allowed Shikamaru to get his bearings back and regain some feeling of control in the situation. Naruto had paused just a few steps from him, so Shikamaru closed the distance.
“I should have known you would want to surprise me on my birthday. You sure seemed to have gone to a lot of trouble to get your presents delivered.”
Naruto grinned at him again, wrapping his arms around Shikamaru’s waist and molding their bodies together. “If you had known, it wouldn’t have been a surprise! Did you like the presents?” he asked after taking a moment for a hello kiss.
Shika nodded, wrapping his own arms around Naruto and indulging in a second, slightly longer kiss. “Yes, they were all very thoughtful, though I do have to question your choice of reading material.” He raised a brow at the blond.
Naruto blushed a bit even as he snickered like a naughty little boy. “That was one of my favorites.”
“The vest and necklace were my favorites,” Shika replied.
Blue eyes seemed to glow in the candlelight, and Shikamaru felt the arms around him tighten slightly. “I’m glad,” Naruto said softly.
Finding no more need for talking, Naruto leaned up to close the few centimeters distance between their lips, taking Shikamaru’s mouth in yet another kiss. Unlike the first two, which were sweet but rather chaste, this one began with mouths slightly parted; moist lips captured between moist lips, slanting and sliding against each other as they broke apart only to meet again with more exuberance. Hands joined in the activities, clutching onto clothes and bare skin, digging in, rubbing, kneading, sliding up and into hair.
In this way, the two young men soon found their mouths opening further, nearly simultaneously, allowing tongues to finally meet. Shikamaru moaned as he felt Naruto’s tongue rub against his, and felt Naruto’s answering moan reverberate into his mouth and throughout his whole body. That tongue continued its actions, further exploring the wonders that was the feel of Shikamaru’s tongue moving against his own, and the feel of their wet lips sliding against each other. Wanting the freedom to run his hands through Shikamaru’s hair unhindered, Naruto blindly pulled away the hair tie holding up his now very messy ponytail, allowing him to rake his fingers through as he pleased.
Shikamaru’s hands were surprisingly active for a lazy nin. Apparently unable to decide whether they preferred to tug at Naruto’s hair or knead his heated skin, those hands stroked a continuous path back and forth. Sliding down Naruto’s bare skin, Shikamaru gripped his ass to pull their bodies even more together, then once again traveled back up, feeling the minutely flexing muscles in his back and shoulders before sliding up his neck and into blond hair, grabbing hold momentarily as he kissed his lover vigorously.
Naruto’s hands, as well, could not stay idle. Not only because the kiss felt so good and made his body crave more, but because Shikamaru was wearing far too many clothes still. At first he was content to simply feel his lover through the clothes he wore. He did look really hot in his standard jounin uniform, after all. However, his contentment did not last and Naruto soon found himself nearly groaning in frustration, wanting to feel more of Shikamaru’s skin than his lips and fingertips.
Breaking apart from the kiss momentarily, Naruto panted a little as he unzipped the flak jacket from his lover’s chest. He tugged it off Shikamaru’s shoulders and it dropped heavily to the floor, thanks to the weapons and other miscellaneous items in the many pockets. Next, Naruto untied the hitai-ate Shika still wore on his upper-left arm, and it too dropped to the floor with a metallic clatter. He took a moment to run his hands up Shikamaru’s still-clothed chest, smiling at the glint of silver around his neck. Shikamaru’s shirt was black fishnet except for the sleeves which were solid cloth, so as Naruto’s hands dragged up he could feel the skin of Shikamaru’s toned abs and chest through the material.
As his fingers passed over the darker skin of Shikamaru’s nipples, Naruto smirked at the faint hiss of pleasure he heard escape his boyfriend’s mouth. He knew the added friction of the mesh material over Shikamaru’s hardening nipples would increase the pleasure from just the simple action of rubbing his finger back and forth over it, so he continued the action. As his fingers rubbed and teased, Naruto’s mouth peppered kisses over Shika’s partially-covered chest, occasionally adding a lick, loving the feel of the skin through the fishnet.
Shikamaru’s pleasured groans, as well as his fingers threading through Naruto’s hair and kneading his shoulders and neck encouraged the blond’s actions, and Naruto soon made his way up his boyfriend’s chest to his neck, grazing teeth and tongue along the column of exposed skin until he reached Shikamaru’s ear. Then Naruto licked the soft lobe before taking it into his mouth to suck on it lightly, tugging gently on the earring there with his teeth before moving on to kiss along Shikamaru’s jaw-line. When he reached the darker haired nin’s chin, Shikamaru’s grip in his hair tightened, and Naruto soon found his lips captured by his counterpart’s, his tongue now being put to use in Shikamaru’s mouth as his fingers continued their idle torture of Shikamaru’s nipples.
Soon enough, Naruto felt the need to bare more of Shikamaru’s skin, and let his hands slip down to the hem of the fishnet shirt, tugging it up as far as he could before needing to break from their kiss again to pull it the rest of the way off. As soon as it was out of the way, their lips found each other again, both pairs of hands now stroking greedily over naked skin, gripping pleasingly-muscled backs and shoulders and arms, pulling their bodies as close as Shikamaru’s remaining clothes would allow. They groaned almost in unison as their erections pressed together with only the cloth of Shikamaru’s pants separating them. That delicious feeling drove them to grind their hips together, prolonging and increasing the pressure and friction. It wasn’t enough though; Naruto needed more. They both needed more.
Peeking an eye open to get a bearing on where the bed was, Naruto was momentarily mesmerized by the look of concentrated yearning on Shikamaru’s face as they kissed. When Shikamaru made an impatient noise and opened his own eyes to give Naruto a perturbed look, the blond realized he’d slowed the actions of his tongue and lips. Now they had stopped altogether, leaving the two young men breathing harshly into each other’s mouths, their moist, kiss-swollen lips just barely pressing together as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Feeling a little silly at being caught staring at his boyfriend’s unsuspecting face, Naruto playfully licked a line up the center of Shikamaru’s parted lips, then dove back into their kissing, using his body to turn them around and direct Shikamaru toward his bed in the corner. They both kept their eyes cracked open at each other now, watching the desire grow in lust-darkened eyes, both fully aware of where they were heading and expectantly eager for it. When Shikamaru’s legs hit the edge of his bed, he didn’t fight the falling sensation, allowing himself to fall back onto the rumpled bedclothes of his mattress.
Naruto followed him, allowing their lips to part for a minute so their teeth wouldn’t clash painfully. Shikamaru shifted his body back, getting into a more comfortable position that didn’t leave his legs dangling off the end of the bed. Naruto followed him, crawling predatorily up his lover’s body and using his momentum to shove the rumpled blanket aside and off the bed, out of their way. Shikamaru bent his legs and raised his hips, allowing the edge of the blanket to be pulled out from under him before Naruto crawled between his legs. Once he was there, Naruto took a moment to indulge in the sight before him: Shikamaru below him, awaiting him eagerly, his longish, brown locks free, tousled, and fanned around him on the pillow, lips pinkened and kiss-swollen, dark eyes bright with arousal. He was breathtaking.
Naruto couldn’t wait to cover Shika’s body with his own, and his arousal jutting proudly from golden blond curls more than proved this, but a few things needed taken care of first. Namely, the rest of Shikamaru’s clothes. He unsnapped the weapons pouch from around Shika’s right thigh and tossed it to the floor, then unwound the bandaging underneath it before moving on to the clasp of the dark haired man’s pants. As he did this, Shikamaru bent his knees up completely, sliding his feet along the mattress closer to his butt so he could reach to remove his shoes. By the time both sandals were kicked to the floor, Naruto was ready to grasp the hem of his pants and pull them down. When he did so, he hooked his fingers into the band of Shikamaru’s underwear as well, and pulled them both down at once. Shika lifted his hips to aid in his own undressing, his legs raising once the pants were pulled to his knees so that Naruto could yank them off the rest of the way. The clothing was tossed away carelessly, and Naruto was finally able to lay skin against skin with Shikamaru.
Their bodies aligned perfectly like this, the horizontal position allowing Naruto to make up for the scant few centimeters Shikamaru normally had over him in height. Shika’s legs were bent, his feet flat on the mattress, and Naruto’s bent legs braced in the space under Shikamaru’s bent knees, between his rear and his feet. Naruto covered his boyfriend’s body with his own, again making their erections come in contact, this time without any clothing in the way. It made it even better, pleasurable shocks singing through their nerves as hard flesh met hard flesh and grinded.
Their mouths connected again, and Naruto cupped the side of Shikamaru’s face, deepening their kiss as he braced himself with the other arm. Similarly, Shikamaru threaded a hand into Naruto’s messy blond locks, his other hand gripping one side of Naruto’s tight ass, encouraging the grinding of their hips together. Naruto pulled their lips apart and pulled Shika’s head to the side, exposing more of his neck and attacking it with his mouth.
“Nngh..Naruto…” Shikamaru groaned, clutching the blond’s head, wanting him to continue.
Encouraged by Shikamaru’s moans, clutching fingers, and arching neck, Naruto continued his ministrations with fervor. Finding the spot that made Shikamaru writhe and mumble incoherently, Naruto sucked harshly, causing the other man to buck his hips up against Naruto’s. They were grinding so hard now, their cocks were essentially trapped between their heated bodies, constantly rubbing against skin of some sort. It still wasn’t enough, though, so Naruto gave up the sweet spot on Shika’s neck in order to gain some room for movement. Leaning back a bit, he dragged his hand down between their bodies, wrapping it around their needy cocks and giving them a teasing squeeze before beginning to stroke.
As he did this, Shikamaru leaned up a bit in order to drag his tongue over a particularly tempting bud of flesh on his lover’s pec. After getting it wet, Shikamaru pulled his tongue away and blew lightly, causing Naruto’s nipple to pebble up. Looking even more delicious now, Shikamaru couldn’t resist putting his lips around it for a kiss, moaning against it as Naruto’s attentions to their erections increased in their pace. Shikamaru tugged Naruto’s nipple gently with his teeth, pinching its twin with his hand before dragging his blunt nail lightly over it.
“Ahh…Shika…” Naruto groaned breathily, arching into his lover’s mouth and slowing the pace of his hand with the distraction.
Switching his mouth’s attentions to the other nipple now, Shikamaru’s moistened lips dragged tantalizingly across the pert bud as he reminded Naruto, “Don’t stop…”
Naruto’s hand again picked up its pace, but this wasn’t how he wanted to make Shikamaru come, so he soon pulled his hand away and once again leaned to kiss his boyfriend. He started at his lips, dipping his tongue into Shika’s mouth just enough to engage his tongue before pulling back, moving down to his jaw and continuing a trail down his neck. He paused at the marks he’d already made there, licking them and nibbling gently, then, coming to the silver chain around Shikamaru’s neck, Naruto licked along it, feeling both hot skin and cool metal against his tongue. After a moment of reminding both himself and Shika of the jewelry now adorning his neck, making Shikamaru shudder minutely in added pleasure from Naruto’s possessive ministrations, Naruto finally returned to teasing only skin, continuing his licking and nipping actions over Shika’s shoulder and collarbone.
Going from frantic actions to gentle, barely-there yet still-erotic touches was driving Shikamaru crazy. It felt so good, but made him crave so much more. The need he’d been feeling just moments ago, that had felt like he was about to burst, was now building, growing steadily into something ravenous and insatiable. As Naruto’s suddenly tender lips ghosted torturously over one nipple and then the other, continuing a path down the side of his ribs, Shikamaru couldn’t suppress a shuddered breath at the amazing feelings coursing through his body. It sparked like a pleasant shock from each place those lips touched his body, spreading out along his nerves like the tide slowly washing higher and higher onto the shore.
Naruto reached the dip of Shikamaru’s hip with his kisses, and drew a lazy, nonsensical pattern there with his tongue before kissing it again. He continued his path across Shikamaru’s twitching abdominal muscles, coming to the other hip and repeating the pattern with his tongue, kissing it and continuing his kisses up that side as well. When he met the nipple he had originally started this trail on, he barely breathed on it before moving to the center of Shika’s chest and following the path down with his lips.
Naruto made it to the other man’s navel and dragged his lips around the edge before again tracing it, this time with the very tip of his tongue. Nibbling just underneath it caused Shikamaru’s sounds of encouragement to increase just slightly and, Naruto found, the sounds continued increasing the closer he got to a certain appendage that was currently nudging him insistently in the Adam’s apple. Grinning at the results of his teasing, he decided to step it up a notch. So, instead of finally giving Shika what he so obviously wanted, Naruto changed the direction of his kissing path, following down the inside of Shikamaru’s thigh.
“T-troublesome…tease!” Shikamaru stutteringly exclaimed, clutching suddenly at both the sheet below him and the nearest patch of blond hair on top of his lover’s head as Naruto’s possessive mouth laid brutal claim to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, making his hips jerk slightly and his cock twitch with need and anticipation.
As Naruto finally released his mouth’s hold, Shikamaru felt him chuckle, his breath coming in fast bursts against the now-wet and soon-to-bruise skin. Naruto’s tongue then traced a line further down, his hand sliding along the outside of the same leg, grasping Shikamaru’s wrapped ankle when he came to it and using it to lift the leg, allowing his tongue access to more of the sensitive skin. His path led him to the back of Shikamaru’s knee of which he kissed every centimeter of skin before continuing down. When he got to Shikamaru’s ankle, he slowly undid the bandaging until the pale skin beneath was revealed, and kissed all over that as well. His slightly callused fingers massaged Shikamaru’s foot a little bit, earning him appreciative moans. Not wanting Shikamaru to relax too much yet, though, he soon put that foot down and nipped his way back up along his lover’s thigh.
When he neared Shikamaru’s cock this time, Naruto trailed his lips up the side–not bringing it into his mouth, just teasing along the shaft with his kiss-softened lips. He continued this, up and down, listening to Shikamaru’s noises become more impatient. The dark haired boy’s hips gave small, seeking thrusts, obviously wishing Naruto would just stop his teasing and wrap his mouth around the needy, precum-dripping prize. Naruto ignored the less-than-subtle request for the time being, instead sending his tongue out to swipe down the skin of Shikamaru’s sac, sucking one side into his mouth and then the other.
“Nnn…nngh…n-Na~aruto!” Shika exclaimed at the sudden action, feeling that ever-rising tide wash through him anew, wondering if he would drown in it before Naruto ever even got to the point. Normally, he was a very patient man, but everyone had their limits!
Naruto released his current subject of torture with a wet pop, then kissed and sucked his way up the juncture of Shikamaru’s other leg, repeating the trail he had performed on the first one. Again Shikamaru’s ankle was unwrapped and kissed, his foot momentarily massaged before Naruto followed his trail back up.
Then, finally–finally–Naruto gave Shikamaru an incredibly sexy, incredibly hungry look, before he suddenly swooped down and engulfed the dark haired man’s begging cock in his wet, hot, amazingly-skilled mouth. The look alone was enough to make Shikamaru’s breath catch in anticipation, but when he finally felt Naruto’s mouth surround him after so long of waiting for it–craving it–it took him a moment to remember how to breathe again. When he did, it came with a hissed inhalation, soon accompanied by shuddering, panting exhalations and guttural groans. After only a few minutes under the onslaught of Naruto’s tongue and lips licking and pressing and nipping and sucking and devouring him, Shikamaru’s thought processes were narrowed down to ’breathe’ and ’feel’ and no room was left to take note of whatever kinds of moans and utterances he might be making. It didn’t really matter to him, anyway, because he knew from experience that, whatever he was saying, it would only encourage Naruto’s actions–and that was definitely a good thing.
Shikamaru was yet again gripping the bed sheets and Naruto’s hair, the fingers in the blond locks not tugging forcefully, but massaging against his scalp encouragingly, just feeling the instinctual need to ground himself somehow by touching some part of Naruto other than the mouth currently doing amazing things to his manhood. Shikamaru felt himself drawing ever closer to that plunge into the depths of orgasm, but before he could reach the point of no return, Naruto suddenly stopped, holding the base of his erection firmly in order to stem its approach.
Feeling irritation creep in along the edges of the blur of pleasure he’d been in, Shikamaru managed a quarter of a glare (half of what he usually put the effort into) at the blond haired man currently keeping him from reaching his completion.
Unperturbed by his boyfriend’s cute attempt at a glare, Naruto merely smiled that disarming smile of his and asked, “Ne…Shikamaru? What do you want for your birthday?”
It was strange how Shikamaru could occasionally manage an extremely incredulous look even when the muscles in his eyebrows made no attempt to move whatsoever. Now was one of those times, as Shika answered.
“I was about five seconds away from getting what I wanted for my birthday, if you hadn’t stopped it.”
“Ohh, Shika,” Naruto cooed at his boyfriend, releasing his hold on Shikamaru’s cock now that he was sure the moment had passed, and leaning up to kiss the lips he’d been neglecting for awhile now. “You know the longer you wait, the better it’ll feel. You taught me that, after all.” He chuckled and kissed his boyfriend again. Then, bright blue eyes boring into brown, he asked, “Besides, that’s all you want for your birthday? To come in my mouth? You could have anything you want. Have me anyway you want. Just tell me.”
The intensity of Naruto’s statement went straight to Shikamaru’s already painfully hard arousal.
Shikamaru captured the blond’s hands in his and held them on either side of his head before taking Naruto’s lips as well. He slipped his tongue into Naruto’s mouth and explored a little bit, but was soon being slowly pushed back towards his own mouth, Naruto’s tongue placing full claim on the familiar territory. Shikamaru caught the probing tongue and sucked on it momentarily, releasing it to let it tangle with his own again, and then breaking the kiss altogether. They shared a couple more, smaller kisses before Shikamaru finally answered.
“I just want you. I don’t care how, as long as you make me come and I don’t have to do the work. It’s my birthday, after all,” he gave a small smirk that Naruto always thought made his eyes look dark and devilishly handsome. Not that he wasn’t always devilishly handsome, but the smirk increased it exponentially.
Naruto grinned. “Leave it to me,” he said huskily, giving Shikamaru another kiss before leaning over the side of the bed to pull open the drawer they kept their “supplies” in.
He grabbed the tube of lubrication and squirted some out, coating the fingers of one hand with it. With one hand slightly slippery with the excess from spreading the lube on his other hand, he gripped Shikamaru’s erection and gave small, slow strokes as a finger from his other hand smoothed the slippery substance around the puckered entrance presented between Shikamaru’s spread legs. When he deemed it sufficiently coated, and saw the little hole opening to him a little due to his teasing touches, Naruto finally prodded the tip of one finger inside. Wiggling it around as he moved further in bit by bit, Naruto coaxed the inner ring of muscle to allow him through and was soon pistoning his finger slowly in and out of Shikamaru.
Despite how odd it felt at first to have something prodding into your ass like that, Shikamaru gave a contented sigh of pleasure as Naruto’s finger pushed into him, his body knowing from past experience how good it would feel later, and therefore offering little resistance.
A second finger was soon pressed inside him, and Shikamaru gave little more than a small grunt at the addition before he started pressing down on them, encouraging Naruto to speed up a bit. Acknowledging his lover’s need, and quite aware of his own aching arousal as well, Naruto scissored his fingers, attempting to speed up the stretching process by adding a third and then wiggling in a fourth just for good measure. It had been several days since they’d been together, and he didn’t want to cause Shikamaru any lingering pain by not preparing him properly for Naruto’s girth.
“It’s fine, Naruto,” Shikamaru insisted, again growing impatient despite the affection that bloomed in his chest when his normally reckless boyfriend did things for him that showed care and forethought. “I just want you inside already.”
Naruto nodded, trying to maintain his control despite the fact that those words added fuel to the fire of his already burning libido. He took care to lube himself up first, closing his eyes momentarily to the extremely erotic sight of Shikamaru spread wide open for him and eagerly awaiting his cock, lest the sight alone caused him to come with just one lubing stroke. Once the task of lubricating was finished, he opened his eyes again and wiped his hands onto the sheets before adjusting his position, making sure he had good leverage with his legs before lifting Shikamaru’s hips and lining himself up with the stretched and waiting hole he had prepared for his dripping manhood.
He tried to press in slowly, but a perturbed look and pull from Shikamaru’s not-so-idle hands on his backside made Naruto suddenly slide in to the hilt. Both men groaned, one feeling so deliciously full that he couldn’t even begin to describe why it felt good; the other surrounded by tight, soft walls of hot flesh, squeezing him so tight it was just on the line between pleasure and pain where it was neither or both; all or nothing; whatever it was he didn’t really care he just needed more and to move and–
Shikamaru’s hips wiggled, letting Naruto know he wanted him to move. So Naruto moved. He pulled out a little, and thrust back in. Pulled out a little more, then thrust back in. A little further out, and in. Slowly he built up his rhythm, getting used to the feel of having Shikamaru around him again, and letting Shikamaru’s body readjust to having him inside. Once the slow introductions were through and Naruto was moving more smoothly, things started feeling even better, especially for Shikamaru, whose body was falling back into the familiar rhythm of Naruto moving within him, touching him so deeply and filling him just the way he wanted.
It was so good, and Shikamaru wondered how he’d ever lasted the duration of Naruto’s mission. Now was not the time for thinking, though, as the blood required for his usual brain activity was being directed to more pressing matters at the moment. Namely, the erection that was currently hard and bobbing against his and Naruto’s stomachs as the blond’s thrusts steadily increased in speed.
Shikamaru was panting and moaning and groaning and Naruto was pretty sure his name was being mangled in there somewhere but he didn’t really care how twisted it managed to be since it was his name and he was making Shikamaru moan it mindlessly. He needed more of those moans; wanted to make Shikamaru’s voice hoarse with the force of his cries. So Naruto gripped his lover’s knees, pressing them down until they were practically laying on Shikamaru’s shoulders, his thighs on either side of his chest, spreading him wider for Naruto. Then the blond began circling his hips, thrusting in at slightly different angles, touching more and more of Shikamaru, until he finally found what he was looking for.
It felt only slightly different to him, but he could tell he hit it when Shikamaru’s short nails suddenly dug into his shoulder. He aimed for it again, and found it successfully. A chesire grin appeared on Naruto’s face as he began aiming for that spot every few thrusts, never doing it in exactly the same pattern in order to keep Shikamaru guessing–never able to predict it, always expecting it, muscles beginning to strain under the onslaught and the tension of yearning for it when it didn’t come.
“Oh God, Naruto…” Shikamaru panted out, trying to lock his eyes onto the bright blue ones above him, despite the fact his vision was growing slightly blurry from the intense pleasure.
“God, Shika…you feel so good,” Naruto practically purred into Shikamaru’s ear before biting the lobe and sucking, playing with the earring again with his tongue and teeth. He loved the feel of it, but better yet, he knew it drove Shikamaru crazy; especially when he was already nearing the height of pleasure.
Shikamaru threaded the fingers of one hand into Naruto’s hair, holding his mouth in place. Shika’s other hand gripped Naruto’s bicep, unable to reach much more than that in the position he was currently being pressed into. It didn’t matter much, though, because he was focused only on the feel of Naruto–covering him and inside of him, bombarding all his senses. He was climbing, climbing endlessly and saw no end in sight. He craved to find that explosive ending, even as he wished for this to go on forever; this amazing feeling Naruto was somehow able to give him.
“Naruto…don’t stop,” Shikamaru practically pleaded.
Naruto’s only answer was to claim Shika’s moaning lips with his own, the two of them swallowing each other’s sounds of pleasure until it became too much; too frantic; too close to the edge, and they had to break apart. Naruto leaned back up and held onto one of Shikamaru’s legs, his other hand deftly gripping his dark haired lover’s weeping erection and stroking as he drove into Shikamaru with reckless abandon.
And Shikamaru was no longer climbing, nor was he falling or diving; he was crashing, headfirst into the ocean of shockwaves Naruto had slowly built up in his body. With a shout he didn’t even recognize as his own, Shikamaru came with his lover’s name on his lips.
“Shikamaru,” Naruto groaned, in awe as he watched the intense pleasure-drenched expression on his lover’s handsome face; watched the cum shoot from his delicious cock and splash against both of them.
Shikamaru’s cum was hot on his skin, and the muscles squeezing Naruto from inside were hot as well, and spasming with the last surges of Shikamaru’s orgasm. It was enough to push him headlong into his own climax, his hips pistoning of their own accord as he rode it out. Finally, when they were both spent and still, Naruto opened the eyes he hadn’t even realized he’d closed and smiled when he found Shikamaru looking up at him dazedly.
“So, was it a happy birthday for you this year, Shikamaru?” Naruto asked, grinning foxily.
Shikamaru snorted softly. “Hmm, it was decent,” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, only decent, huh?” Naruto asked, punctuating the emphasized word with a thrust of his hips, his softening member still a good deal buried within Shikamaru.
“Unhh…” Shika grunted softly as his eyes shut involuntarily, finding the action both pleasurable and uncomfortable, as his ass was now full of cum that was trying to leak out around Naruto’s depleting erection. “Okay, more than decent,” he admitted, cocking one eye open at Naruto and closing it again before losing the battle with the grin overtaking his face. “Much more.”
Really, he just felt amazing right now. He just wanted to bask in that for the moment. Keeping up pretenses for the sake of egging his boyfriend on was too troublesome.
“So should I throw your birthday party every year?” Naruto asked, nuzzling his nose against Shikamaru’s cheek as he spoke close to his ear.
“As long as it’s a private party, definitely,” Shikamaru agreed, placing a kiss on the side of Naruto’s jaw.
Then, suddenly becoming aware of the stiffness developing in his still-cramped legs, he squirmed a little bit, hoping to relieve the ache, though it did little good. Noticing his discomfort, Naruto finally let his weight up off of Shikamaru’s bent legs, pulling out of his body as he leaned back the rest of the way and allowed his lover to stretch his limbs once more. As his muscles flexed with the stretching, Shikamaru felt the not-so-pleasant sensation of cum leaking from his now-devoid-of-cock hole.
Scrunching one side of his face in distaste, Shikamaru stated, “But for now, it’s time to clean up after this party.”
Naruto chuckled as he stood to find a rag to clean them up with. “That was so cheesy, Shikamaru,” he commented in amusement as he ran a clean cloth under warm water from the kitchen sink. He cleaned himself off, then rinsed the cloth and rung it out again.
Shikamaru shrugged a shoulder lethargically, watching Naruto return to the bed with the damp cloth. “You make me cheesy,” he intoned easily.
Naruto merely stuck his tongue out at him before moving to clean the mess off of Shikamaru. After that task was complete, he got up to hang the rag on the side of the hamper in the bathroom, so it could dry. (He knew from experience that if he just threw it in it would mildew and ruin other clothes in the process before he got around to washing it. Neither he nor Shika were very motivated when it came to laundry.) Then Naruto went to blow out the candles, snickering as he only now thought about how cheesily romantic it had been for him to have candles lit when Shikamaru came home.
In truth, he hadn’t been trying to be romantic; he’d just had the overwhelming urge to see Shikamaru clearly without having to have the harsh fluorescent lighting of the apartment’s overhead lights. Okay, so maybe that idea was sort of romantic, but he hadn’t planned it that way consciously. The candles weren’t even scented–they were from a stash of emergency candles Shikamaru had in case of blackouts.
Walking to the counter to blow out the last candle, Naruto noticed the purple package sitting there, abandoned after something had been taken out of it. It looked just like the one Shikamaru had dropped near the door when he’d first walked in so, curious, Naruto went to inspect. Sure enough, he found an identical box sitting on its side near the door, the top forced off from its fall and a deer head on the bare floor between the box and its lid.
“Aw, Ino’s gonna be pissed you broke the figurine she got you,” Naruto informed Shikamaru with a hint of teasing in his voice as he held up the broken head.
“Hmm, maybe she won’t notice,” Shikamaru slurred lazily, feeling fatigue from the day and recent vigorous activities suddenly wash through him, leaving him unperturbed by the thought of Ino’s wrath for the time being.
“What was the other gift she got you?” Naruto asked curiously.
Shikamaru cocked a brow at him, despite the fact Naruto might not be able to see it in the darkness, with a single lit candle so close to his line of vision that it would surely skew his perception of other things shrouded in a bit more darkness.
“She only got me one present, and you’re holding its head,” Shikamaru informed him.
“Then what’s this other purple box on the counter? Don’t tell me someone else in Konoha has her God-awful gift-wrapping sense.”
Shikamaru snorted. “That other purple box is from you, oh person with God-awful gift-wrapping sense,” he kindly informed Naruto with the ghost of a smirk on his face.
Naruto gasped, “What?! But I already had your presents wrapped!”
“Let me guess,” Shikamaru said. “The paper was orange.”
Naruto nodded excitedly. “Yeah! With little fishcake swirls all over it!”
“Ba~ka,” Shika droned out. “If those presents had come in that paper, I definitely would have known they were from you from the start. All the gifts were rewrapped differently before they got to me.”
“Oh. Hmm,” Naruto contemplated momentarily. “I guess that’s okay then, as long as you know now that I do not wrap presents like that.”
“Of course,” Shika agreed, before his mouth was taken hostage by an enormous yawn. The day had definitely caught up to him while he was laying here lazily watching his boyfriend’s tight, naked ass prance around the apartment as he blew out the candles that had already burned down to stubs.
Finally the last candle was blown out, the broken deer head left on the counter near it, and Naruto was walking back to the bed. However, before he got there, he bypassed it in favor of rooting around for something on the floor. A slightly muffled, “Aha!” informed Shikamaru his blond lover must have found what he was looking for, and soon found out for himself when Naruto stood back up with an armful of blankets and comforters Shikamaru normally kept stuffed under his bed for easy access if he got too cold during the night.
He watched as Naruto walked over to the center of the room, and began arranging the blankets, one on top of another, until they resembled a nice, fluffy futon. Then Naruto came back to the bed and began pulling pillows off.
“Come on, Shika,” he said coaxingly, wanting his lover to come back to the makeshift futon with him–and bring the pillow he suddenly had a deathgrip on.
“Why do you want to lay over there? The bed’s comfortable, isn’t it?”
“Sure the bed’s comfortable, but it’s also cold and wet at the moment,” Naruto said, surprised he had to remind Shikamaru of this, as he was still partially laying on the wet spot.
“Mmrrhh,” Shikamaru groaned into the pillow his face was pressed to, which Naruto took to be an agreement and promptly used his lover’s distraction to allow him to lift Shikamaru up and carry him.
With just a bit of effort between balancing Shikamaru’s weight and avoiding dropping him during a few small struggles, Naruto finally made it over to his soft, dry bed with Shikamaru. Once Shikamaru was deposited on the pile of fluffy blankets, he sighed and stared up at the ceiling that wasn’t there. The sun was going to wake him up in the morning, he just knew it.
Before he could voice his irritation, however, Naruto had plopped down beside him and snuggled up beside him, pulling one of the thinner blankets over their naked bodies. They lay like that in companionable silence for several minutes, Shikamaru content to let his eyes drift shut and just listen to his lover’s breathing, before Naruto finally spoke again.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
“Hmm?” Shika hummed in question, having to pull himself from the precipice of sleep to participate in the conversation.
“The stars,” Naruto informed him simply.
Shikamaru cracked his eyes open at this reply and followed Naruto’s gaze up, drawing in a sharp breath at the sight he beheld when he did so. The stars above his “sunroof” were glittering brightly above them in a perfect midnight blue sky. Myriads of them, twinkling down into their cozy little haven, making his blond lover’s eyes light up in wonder, despite the fact Shikamaru knew for certain that Naruto had slept out under the stars numerous times. He supposed the circumstances now made the experience a bit more special, however.
“Yeah…they are,” Shikamaru agreed, turning fully onto his back to match Naruto’s star-gazing position.
Searching blindly under the blanket, Naruto felt for Shikamaru’s hand and grabbed it once he found it. Feeling a comforting warmth wash through him at Naruto’s touch–a completely different warmth from the heat of lust he’d felt earlier–Shikamaru squeezed the hand within his before rearranging their hold to clasp Naruto’s fingers between his. Companionable silence fell over them once again as they lay watching the stars, feeling each other’s warmth, listening to each other breathe.
Time escaped them, and Shikamaru never realized when he finally ended up nodding off to actual sleep. Whenever it was, he’d fallen asleep with the thought in his head that star-gazing would soon become his third favorite activity, next to cloud-watching and time with Naruto. And if he could combine it with that last one, it would make it all the better. He thought, just as he drifted towards unconsciousness, that he wouldn’t mind spending all of his birthdays just like this.
Happy Birthday, Shika!
By: ladygizarme
Beta: Houseki
A/N and WARNING: So, here’s part two. This part is primarily smut, so if you’re not interested in that, now would be a good time to hit that ‘back’ button. >.>
Part Two:
Shikamaru got to his apartment just as the evening sky was darkening into post-sunset indigo. He sighed, glad for his day to be done and to finally be home. Glad that he’d eaten at the tower when someone had taken dinner orders while he was still working, because he didn’t think he’d be up for cooking for himself tonight, Shikamaru opened the door to his apartment and promptly dropped the box he’d been carrying.
“Naruto?!” in his shock, Shikamaru barely noticed the uncharacteristic cracking of his own voice as he was met with the sight of his lover standing in the middle of his living room. His lover who was supposed to be still away on a mission. His lover who was clad in nothing but his birthday suit and a smile.
And here Shikamaru had thought it was his birthday. Scratch that. Naruto in nothing but his sun-kissed skin was just what Shikamaru wanted to come home to on his birthday–or any other day, for that matter.
“Hehehe, happy birthday, Shikamaru,” Naruto chuckled in his roguishly mischievous voice, slowly walking towards him and causing Shikamaru to notice that there were a few candles lit because the light from them seemed to make Naruto’s skin and hair glow in the growing darkness.
“When did you get back?” Shikamaru breathed, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, suddenly needing some sort of support as he watched his skin-clad lover stalk towards him purposefully.
That same, amazingly sexy-but-mischievous grin met his question.
“This afternoon. I hurried back so I could be with you today. I wanted to come see you right away, but Tsunade-baa-chan threatened to knock me unconscious if I interrupted your paperwork.” Naruto shuddered slightly at the unwelcome memory.
Shikamaru smiled. Tsunade-sama was indeed a scary woman when she wanted to be, which was quite often. The slight change in Naruto’s demeanor that came with that topic of discussion allowed Shikamaru to get his bearings back and regain some feeling of control in the situation. Naruto had paused just a few steps from him, so Shikamaru closed the distance.
“I should have known you would want to surprise me on my birthday. You sure seemed to have gone to a lot of trouble to get your presents delivered.”
Naruto grinned at him again, wrapping his arms around Shikamaru’s waist and molding their bodies together. “If you had known, it wouldn’t have been a surprise! Did you like the presents?” he asked after taking a moment for a hello kiss.
Shika nodded, wrapping his own arms around Naruto and indulging in a second, slightly longer kiss. “Yes, they were all very thoughtful, though I do have to question your choice of reading material.” He raised a brow at the blond.
Naruto blushed a bit even as he snickered like a naughty little boy. “That was one of my favorites.”
“The vest and necklace were my favorites,” Shika replied.
Blue eyes seemed to glow in the candlelight, and Shikamaru felt the arms around him tighten slightly. “I’m glad,” Naruto said softly.
Finding no more need for talking, Naruto leaned up to close the few centimeters distance between their lips, taking Shikamaru’s mouth in yet another kiss. Unlike the first two, which were sweet but rather chaste, this one began with mouths slightly parted; moist lips captured between moist lips, slanting and sliding against each other as they broke apart only to meet again with more exuberance. Hands joined in the activities, clutching onto clothes and bare skin, digging in, rubbing, kneading, sliding up and into hair.
In this way, the two young men soon found their mouths opening further, nearly simultaneously, allowing tongues to finally meet. Shikamaru moaned as he felt Naruto’s tongue rub against his, and felt Naruto’s answering moan reverberate into his mouth and throughout his whole body. That tongue continued its actions, further exploring the wonders that was the feel of Shikamaru’s tongue moving against his own, and the feel of their wet lips sliding against each other. Wanting the freedom to run his hands through Shikamaru’s hair unhindered, Naruto blindly pulled away the hair tie holding up his now very messy ponytail, allowing him to rake his fingers through as he pleased.
Shikamaru’s hands were surprisingly active for a lazy nin. Apparently unable to decide whether they preferred to tug at Naruto’s hair or knead his heated skin, those hands stroked a continuous path back and forth. Sliding down Naruto’s bare skin, Shikamaru gripped his ass to pull their bodies even more together, then once again traveled back up, feeling the minutely flexing muscles in his back and shoulders before sliding up his neck and into blond hair, grabbing hold momentarily as he kissed his lover vigorously.
Naruto’s hands, as well, could not stay idle. Not only because the kiss felt so good and made his body crave more, but because Shikamaru was wearing far too many clothes still. At first he was content to simply feel his lover through the clothes he wore. He did look really hot in his standard jounin uniform, after all. However, his contentment did not last and Naruto soon found himself nearly groaning in frustration, wanting to feel more of Shikamaru’s skin than his lips and fingertips.
Breaking apart from the kiss momentarily, Naruto panted a little as he unzipped the flak jacket from his lover’s chest. He tugged it off Shikamaru’s shoulders and it dropped heavily to the floor, thanks to the weapons and other miscellaneous items in the many pockets. Next, Naruto untied the hitai-ate Shika still wore on his upper-left arm, and it too dropped to the floor with a metallic clatter. He took a moment to run his hands up Shikamaru’s still-clothed chest, smiling at the glint of silver around his neck. Shikamaru’s shirt was black fishnet except for the sleeves which were solid cloth, so as Naruto’s hands dragged up he could feel the skin of Shikamaru’s toned abs and chest through the material.
As his fingers passed over the darker skin of Shikamaru’s nipples, Naruto smirked at the faint hiss of pleasure he heard escape his boyfriend’s mouth. He knew the added friction of the mesh material over Shikamaru’s hardening nipples would increase the pleasure from just the simple action of rubbing his finger back and forth over it, so he continued the action. As his fingers rubbed and teased, Naruto’s mouth peppered kisses over Shika’s partially-covered chest, occasionally adding a lick, loving the feel of the skin through the fishnet.
Shikamaru’s pleasured groans, as well as his fingers threading through Naruto’s hair and kneading his shoulders and neck encouraged the blond’s actions, and Naruto soon made his way up his boyfriend’s chest to his neck, grazing teeth and tongue along the column of exposed skin until he reached Shikamaru’s ear. Then Naruto licked the soft lobe before taking it into his mouth to suck on it lightly, tugging gently on the earring there with his teeth before moving on to kiss along Shikamaru’s jaw-line. When he reached the darker haired nin’s chin, Shikamaru’s grip in his hair tightened, and Naruto soon found his lips captured by his counterpart’s, his tongue now being put to use in Shikamaru’s mouth as his fingers continued their idle torture of Shikamaru’s nipples.
Soon enough, Naruto felt the need to bare more of Shikamaru’s skin, and let his hands slip down to the hem of the fishnet shirt, tugging it up as far as he could before needing to break from their kiss again to pull it the rest of the way off. As soon as it was out of the way, their lips found each other again, both pairs of hands now stroking greedily over naked skin, gripping pleasingly-muscled backs and shoulders and arms, pulling their bodies as close as Shikamaru’s remaining clothes would allow. They groaned almost in unison as their erections pressed together with only the cloth of Shikamaru’s pants separating them. That delicious feeling drove them to grind their hips together, prolonging and increasing the pressure and friction. It wasn’t enough though; Naruto needed more. They both needed more.
Peeking an eye open to get a bearing on where the bed was, Naruto was momentarily mesmerized by the look of concentrated yearning on Shikamaru’s face as they kissed. When Shikamaru made an impatient noise and opened his own eyes to give Naruto a perturbed look, the blond realized he’d slowed the actions of his tongue and lips. Now they had stopped altogether, leaving the two young men breathing harshly into each other’s mouths, their moist, kiss-swollen lips just barely pressing together as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Feeling a little silly at being caught staring at his boyfriend’s unsuspecting face, Naruto playfully licked a line up the center of Shikamaru’s parted lips, then dove back into their kissing, using his body to turn them around and direct Shikamaru toward his bed in the corner. They both kept their eyes cracked open at each other now, watching the desire grow in lust-darkened eyes, both fully aware of where they were heading and expectantly eager for it. When Shikamaru’s legs hit the edge of his bed, he didn’t fight the falling sensation, allowing himself to fall back onto the rumpled bedclothes of his mattress.
Naruto followed him, allowing their lips to part for a minute so their teeth wouldn’t clash painfully. Shikamaru shifted his body back, getting into a more comfortable position that didn’t leave his legs dangling off the end of the bed. Naruto followed him, crawling predatorily up his lover’s body and using his momentum to shove the rumpled blanket aside and off the bed, out of their way. Shikamaru bent his legs and raised his hips, allowing the edge of the blanket to be pulled out from under him before Naruto crawled between his legs. Once he was there, Naruto took a moment to indulge in the sight before him: Shikamaru below him, awaiting him eagerly, his longish, brown locks free, tousled, and fanned around him on the pillow, lips pinkened and kiss-swollen, dark eyes bright with arousal. He was breathtaking.
Naruto couldn’t wait to cover Shika’s body with his own, and his arousal jutting proudly from golden blond curls more than proved this, but a few things needed taken care of first. Namely, the rest of Shikamaru’s clothes. He unsnapped the weapons pouch from around Shika’s right thigh and tossed it to the floor, then unwound the bandaging underneath it before moving on to the clasp of the dark haired man’s pants. As he did this, Shikamaru bent his knees up completely, sliding his feet along the mattress closer to his butt so he could reach to remove his shoes. By the time both sandals were kicked to the floor, Naruto was ready to grasp the hem of his pants and pull them down. When he did so, he hooked his fingers into the band of Shikamaru’s underwear as well, and pulled them both down at once. Shika lifted his hips to aid in his own undressing, his legs raising once the pants were pulled to his knees so that Naruto could yank them off the rest of the way. The clothing was tossed away carelessly, and Naruto was finally able to lay skin against skin with Shikamaru.
Their bodies aligned perfectly like this, the horizontal position allowing Naruto to make up for the scant few centimeters Shikamaru normally had over him in height. Shika’s legs were bent, his feet flat on the mattress, and Naruto’s bent legs braced in the space under Shikamaru’s bent knees, between his rear and his feet. Naruto covered his boyfriend’s body with his own, again making their erections come in contact, this time without any clothing in the way. It made it even better, pleasurable shocks singing through their nerves as hard flesh met hard flesh and grinded.
Their mouths connected again, and Naruto cupped the side of Shikamaru’s face, deepening their kiss as he braced himself with the other arm. Similarly, Shikamaru threaded a hand into Naruto’s messy blond locks, his other hand gripping one side of Naruto’s tight ass, encouraging the grinding of their hips together. Naruto pulled their lips apart and pulled Shika’s head to the side, exposing more of his neck and attacking it with his mouth.
“Nngh..Naruto…” Shikamaru groaned, clutching the blond’s head, wanting him to continue.
Encouraged by Shikamaru’s moans, clutching fingers, and arching neck, Naruto continued his ministrations with fervor. Finding the spot that made Shikamaru writhe and mumble incoherently, Naruto sucked harshly, causing the other man to buck his hips up against Naruto’s. They were grinding so hard now, their cocks were essentially trapped between their heated bodies, constantly rubbing against skin of some sort. It still wasn’t enough, though, so Naruto gave up the sweet spot on Shika’s neck in order to gain some room for movement. Leaning back a bit, he dragged his hand down between their bodies, wrapping it around their needy cocks and giving them a teasing squeeze before beginning to stroke.
As he did this, Shikamaru leaned up a bit in order to drag his tongue over a particularly tempting bud of flesh on his lover’s pec. After getting it wet, Shikamaru pulled his tongue away and blew lightly, causing Naruto’s nipple to pebble up. Looking even more delicious now, Shikamaru couldn’t resist putting his lips around it for a kiss, moaning against it as Naruto’s attentions to their erections increased in their pace. Shikamaru tugged Naruto’s nipple gently with his teeth, pinching its twin with his hand before dragging his blunt nail lightly over it.
“Ahh…Shika…” Naruto groaned breathily, arching into his lover’s mouth and slowing the pace of his hand with the distraction.
Switching his mouth’s attentions to the other nipple now, Shikamaru’s moistened lips dragged tantalizingly across the pert bud as he reminded Naruto, “Don’t stop…”
Naruto’s hand again picked up its pace, but this wasn’t how he wanted to make Shikamaru come, so he soon pulled his hand away and once again leaned to kiss his boyfriend. He started at his lips, dipping his tongue into Shika’s mouth just enough to engage his tongue before pulling back, moving down to his jaw and continuing a trail down his neck. He paused at the marks he’d already made there, licking them and nibbling gently, then, coming to the silver chain around Shikamaru’s neck, Naruto licked along it, feeling both hot skin and cool metal against his tongue. After a moment of reminding both himself and Shika of the jewelry now adorning his neck, making Shikamaru shudder minutely in added pleasure from Naruto’s possessive ministrations, Naruto finally returned to teasing only skin, continuing his licking and nipping actions over Shika’s shoulder and collarbone.
Going from frantic actions to gentle, barely-there yet still-erotic touches was driving Shikamaru crazy. It felt so good, but made him crave so much more. The need he’d been feeling just moments ago, that had felt like he was about to burst, was now building, growing steadily into something ravenous and insatiable. As Naruto’s suddenly tender lips ghosted torturously over one nipple and then the other, continuing a path down the side of his ribs, Shikamaru couldn’t suppress a shuddered breath at the amazing feelings coursing through his body. It sparked like a pleasant shock from each place those lips touched his body, spreading out along his nerves like the tide slowly washing higher and higher onto the shore.
Naruto reached the dip of Shikamaru’s hip with his kisses, and drew a lazy, nonsensical pattern there with his tongue before kissing it again. He continued his path across Shikamaru’s twitching abdominal muscles, coming to the other hip and repeating the pattern with his tongue, kissing it and continuing his kisses up that side as well. When he met the nipple he had originally started this trail on, he barely breathed on it before moving to the center of Shika’s chest and following the path down with his lips.
Naruto made it to the other man’s navel and dragged his lips around the edge before again tracing it, this time with the very tip of his tongue. Nibbling just underneath it caused Shikamaru’s sounds of encouragement to increase just slightly and, Naruto found, the sounds continued increasing the closer he got to a certain appendage that was currently nudging him insistently in the Adam’s apple. Grinning at the results of his teasing, he decided to step it up a notch. So, instead of finally giving Shika what he so obviously wanted, Naruto changed the direction of his kissing path, following down the inside of Shikamaru’s thigh.
“T-troublesome…tease!” Shikamaru stutteringly exclaimed, clutching suddenly at both the sheet below him and the nearest patch of blond hair on top of his lover’s head as Naruto’s possessive mouth laid brutal claim to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, making his hips jerk slightly and his cock twitch with need and anticipation.
As Naruto finally released his mouth’s hold, Shikamaru felt him chuckle, his breath coming in fast bursts against the now-wet and soon-to-bruise skin. Naruto’s tongue then traced a line further down, his hand sliding along the outside of the same leg, grasping Shikamaru’s wrapped ankle when he came to it and using it to lift the leg, allowing his tongue access to more of the sensitive skin. His path led him to the back of Shikamaru’s knee of which he kissed every centimeter of skin before continuing down. When he got to Shikamaru’s ankle, he slowly undid the bandaging until the pale skin beneath was revealed, and kissed all over that as well. His slightly callused fingers massaged Shikamaru’s foot a little bit, earning him appreciative moans. Not wanting Shikamaru to relax too much yet, though, he soon put that foot down and nipped his way back up along his lover’s thigh.
When he neared Shikamaru’s cock this time, Naruto trailed his lips up the side–not bringing it into his mouth, just teasing along the shaft with his kiss-softened lips. He continued this, up and down, listening to Shikamaru’s noises become more impatient. The dark haired boy’s hips gave small, seeking thrusts, obviously wishing Naruto would just stop his teasing and wrap his mouth around the needy, precum-dripping prize. Naruto ignored the less-than-subtle request for the time being, instead sending his tongue out to swipe down the skin of Shikamaru’s sac, sucking one side into his mouth and then the other.
“Nnn…nngh…n-Na~aruto!” Shika exclaimed at the sudden action, feeling that ever-rising tide wash through him anew, wondering if he would drown in it before Naruto ever even got to the point. Normally, he was a very patient man, but everyone had their limits!
Naruto released his current subject of torture with a wet pop, then kissed and sucked his way up the juncture of Shikamaru’s other leg, repeating the trail he had performed on the first one. Again Shikamaru’s ankle was unwrapped and kissed, his foot momentarily massaged before Naruto followed his trail back up.
Then, finally–finally–Naruto gave Shikamaru an incredibly sexy, incredibly hungry look, before he suddenly swooped down and engulfed the dark haired man’s begging cock in his wet, hot, amazingly-skilled mouth. The look alone was enough to make Shikamaru’s breath catch in anticipation, but when he finally felt Naruto’s mouth surround him after so long of waiting for it–craving it–it took him a moment to remember how to breathe again. When he did, it came with a hissed inhalation, soon accompanied by shuddering, panting exhalations and guttural groans. After only a few minutes under the onslaught of Naruto’s tongue and lips licking and pressing and nipping and sucking and devouring him, Shikamaru’s thought processes were narrowed down to ’breathe’ and ’feel’ and no room was left to take note of whatever kinds of moans and utterances he might be making. It didn’t really matter to him, anyway, because he knew from experience that, whatever he was saying, it would only encourage Naruto’s actions–and that was definitely a good thing.
Shikamaru was yet again gripping the bed sheets and Naruto’s hair, the fingers in the blond locks not tugging forcefully, but massaging against his scalp encouragingly, just feeling the instinctual need to ground himself somehow by touching some part of Naruto other than the mouth currently doing amazing things to his manhood. Shikamaru felt himself drawing ever closer to that plunge into the depths of orgasm, but before he could reach the point of no return, Naruto suddenly stopped, holding the base of his erection firmly in order to stem its approach.
Feeling irritation creep in along the edges of the blur of pleasure he’d been in, Shikamaru managed a quarter of a glare (half of what he usually put the effort into) at the blond haired man currently keeping him from reaching his completion.
Unperturbed by his boyfriend’s cute attempt at a glare, Naruto merely smiled that disarming smile of his and asked, “Ne…Shikamaru? What do you want for your birthday?”
It was strange how Shikamaru could occasionally manage an extremely incredulous look even when the muscles in his eyebrows made no attempt to move whatsoever. Now was one of those times, as Shika answered.
“I was about five seconds away from getting what I wanted for my birthday, if you hadn’t stopped it.”
“Ohh, Shika,” Naruto cooed at his boyfriend, releasing his hold on Shikamaru’s cock now that he was sure the moment had passed, and leaning up to kiss the lips he’d been neglecting for awhile now. “You know the longer you wait, the better it’ll feel. You taught me that, after all.” He chuckled and kissed his boyfriend again. Then, bright blue eyes boring into brown, he asked, “Besides, that’s all you want for your birthday? To come in my mouth? You could have anything you want. Have me anyway you want. Just tell me.”
The intensity of Naruto’s statement went straight to Shikamaru’s already painfully hard arousal.
Shikamaru captured the blond’s hands in his and held them on either side of his head before taking Naruto’s lips as well. He slipped his tongue into Naruto’s mouth and explored a little bit, but was soon being slowly pushed back towards his own mouth, Naruto’s tongue placing full claim on the familiar territory. Shikamaru caught the probing tongue and sucked on it momentarily, releasing it to let it tangle with his own again, and then breaking the kiss altogether. They shared a couple more, smaller kisses before Shikamaru finally answered.
“I just want you. I don’t care how, as long as you make me come and I don’t have to do the work. It’s my birthday, after all,” he gave a small smirk that Naruto always thought made his eyes look dark and devilishly handsome. Not that he wasn’t always devilishly handsome, but the smirk increased it exponentially.
Naruto grinned. “Leave it to me,” he said huskily, giving Shikamaru another kiss before leaning over the side of the bed to pull open the drawer they kept their “supplies” in.
He grabbed the tube of lubrication and squirted some out, coating the fingers of one hand with it. With one hand slightly slippery with the excess from spreading the lube on his other hand, he gripped Shikamaru’s erection and gave small, slow strokes as a finger from his other hand smoothed the slippery substance around the puckered entrance presented between Shikamaru’s spread legs. When he deemed it sufficiently coated, and saw the little hole opening to him a little due to his teasing touches, Naruto finally prodded the tip of one finger inside. Wiggling it around as he moved further in bit by bit, Naruto coaxed the inner ring of muscle to allow him through and was soon pistoning his finger slowly in and out of Shikamaru.
Despite how odd it felt at first to have something prodding into your ass like that, Shikamaru gave a contented sigh of pleasure as Naruto’s finger pushed into him, his body knowing from past experience how good it would feel later, and therefore offering little resistance.
A second finger was soon pressed inside him, and Shikamaru gave little more than a small grunt at the addition before he started pressing down on them, encouraging Naruto to speed up a bit. Acknowledging his lover’s need, and quite aware of his own aching arousal as well, Naruto scissored his fingers, attempting to speed up the stretching process by adding a third and then wiggling in a fourth just for good measure. It had been several days since they’d been together, and he didn’t want to cause Shikamaru any lingering pain by not preparing him properly for Naruto’s girth.
“It’s fine, Naruto,” Shikamaru insisted, again growing impatient despite the affection that bloomed in his chest when his normally reckless boyfriend did things for him that showed care and forethought. “I just want you inside already.”
Naruto nodded, trying to maintain his control despite the fact that those words added fuel to the fire of his already burning libido. He took care to lube himself up first, closing his eyes momentarily to the extremely erotic sight of Shikamaru spread wide open for him and eagerly awaiting his cock, lest the sight alone caused him to come with just one lubing stroke. Once the task of lubricating was finished, he opened his eyes again and wiped his hands onto the sheets before adjusting his position, making sure he had good leverage with his legs before lifting Shikamaru’s hips and lining himself up with the stretched and waiting hole he had prepared for his dripping manhood.
He tried to press in slowly, but a perturbed look and pull from Shikamaru’s not-so-idle hands on his backside made Naruto suddenly slide in to the hilt. Both men groaned, one feeling so deliciously full that he couldn’t even begin to describe why it felt good; the other surrounded by tight, soft walls of hot flesh, squeezing him so tight it was just on the line between pleasure and pain where it was neither or both; all or nothing; whatever it was he didn’t really care he just needed more and to move and–
Shikamaru’s hips wiggled, letting Naruto know he wanted him to move. So Naruto moved. He pulled out a little, and thrust back in. Pulled out a little more, then thrust back in. A little further out, and in. Slowly he built up his rhythm, getting used to the feel of having Shikamaru around him again, and letting Shikamaru’s body readjust to having him inside. Once the slow introductions were through and Naruto was moving more smoothly, things started feeling even better, especially for Shikamaru, whose body was falling back into the familiar rhythm of Naruto moving within him, touching him so deeply and filling him just the way he wanted.
It was so good, and Shikamaru wondered how he’d ever lasted the duration of Naruto’s mission. Now was not the time for thinking, though, as the blood required for his usual brain activity was being directed to more pressing matters at the moment. Namely, the erection that was currently hard and bobbing against his and Naruto’s stomachs as the blond’s thrusts steadily increased in speed.
Shikamaru was panting and moaning and groaning and Naruto was pretty sure his name was being mangled in there somewhere but he didn’t really care how twisted it managed to be since it was his name and he was making Shikamaru moan it mindlessly. He needed more of those moans; wanted to make Shikamaru’s voice hoarse with the force of his cries. So Naruto gripped his lover’s knees, pressing them down until they were practically laying on Shikamaru’s shoulders, his thighs on either side of his chest, spreading him wider for Naruto. Then the blond began circling his hips, thrusting in at slightly different angles, touching more and more of Shikamaru, until he finally found what he was looking for.
It felt only slightly different to him, but he could tell he hit it when Shikamaru’s short nails suddenly dug into his shoulder. He aimed for it again, and found it successfully. A chesire grin appeared on Naruto’s face as he began aiming for that spot every few thrusts, never doing it in exactly the same pattern in order to keep Shikamaru guessing–never able to predict it, always expecting it, muscles beginning to strain under the onslaught and the tension of yearning for it when it didn’t come.
“Oh God, Naruto…” Shikamaru panted out, trying to lock his eyes onto the bright blue ones above him, despite the fact his vision was growing slightly blurry from the intense pleasure.
“God, Shika…you feel so good,” Naruto practically purred into Shikamaru’s ear before biting the lobe and sucking, playing with the earring again with his tongue and teeth. He loved the feel of it, but better yet, he knew it drove Shikamaru crazy; especially when he was already nearing the height of pleasure.
Shikamaru threaded the fingers of one hand into Naruto’s hair, holding his mouth in place. Shika’s other hand gripped Naruto’s bicep, unable to reach much more than that in the position he was currently being pressed into. It didn’t matter much, though, because he was focused only on the feel of Naruto–covering him and inside of him, bombarding all his senses. He was climbing, climbing endlessly and saw no end in sight. He craved to find that explosive ending, even as he wished for this to go on forever; this amazing feeling Naruto was somehow able to give him.
“Naruto…don’t stop,” Shikamaru practically pleaded.
Naruto’s only answer was to claim Shika’s moaning lips with his own, the two of them swallowing each other’s sounds of pleasure until it became too much; too frantic; too close to the edge, and they had to break apart. Naruto leaned back up and held onto one of Shikamaru’s legs, his other hand deftly gripping his dark haired lover’s weeping erection and stroking as he drove into Shikamaru with reckless abandon.
And Shikamaru was no longer climbing, nor was he falling or diving; he was crashing, headfirst into the ocean of shockwaves Naruto had slowly built up in his body. With a shout he didn’t even recognize as his own, Shikamaru came with his lover’s name on his lips.
“Shikamaru,” Naruto groaned, in awe as he watched the intense pleasure-drenched expression on his lover’s handsome face; watched the cum shoot from his delicious cock and splash against both of them.
Shikamaru’s cum was hot on his skin, and the muscles squeezing Naruto from inside were hot as well, and spasming with the last surges of Shikamaru’s orgasm. It was enough to push him headlong into his own climax, his hips pistoning of their own accord as he rode it out. Finally, when they were both spent and still, Naruto opened the eyes he hadn’t even realized he’d closed and smiled when he found Shikamaru looking up at him dazedly.
“So, was it a happy birthday for you this year, Shikamaru?” Naruto asked, grinning foxily.
Shikamaru snorted softly. “Hmm, it was decent,” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, only decent, huh?” Naruto asked, punctuating the emphasized word with a thrust of his hips, his softening member still a good deal buried within Shikamaru.
“Unhh…” Shika grunted softly as his eyes shut involuntarily, finding the action both pleasurable and uncomfortable, as his ass was now full of cum that was trying to leak out around Naruto’s depleting erection. “Okay, more than decent,” he admitted, cocking one eye open at Naruto and closing it again before losing the battle with the grin overtaking his face. “Much more.”
Really, he just felt amazing right now. He just wanted to bask in that for the moment. Keeping up pretenses for the sake of egging his boyfriend on was too troublesome.
“So should I throw your birthday party every year?” Naruto asked, nuzzling his nose against Shikamaru’s cheek as he spoke close to his ear.
“As long as it’s a private party, definitely,” Shikamaru agreed, placing a kiss on the side of Naruto’s jaw.
Then, suddenly becoming aware of the stiffness developing in his still-cramped legs, he squirmed a little bit, hoping to relieve the ache, though it did little good. Noticing his discomfort, Naruto finally let his weight up off of Shikamaru’s bent legs, pulling out of his body as he leaned back the rest of the way and allowed his lover to stretch his limbs once more. As his muscles flexed with the stretching, Shikamaru felt the not-so-pleasant sensation of cum leaking from his now-devoid-of-cock hole.
Scrunching one side of his face in distaste, Shikamaru stated, “But for now, it’s time to clean up after this party.”
Naruto chuckled as he stood to find a rag to clean them up with. “That was so cheesy, Shikamaru,” he commented in amusement as he ran a clean cloth under warm water from the kitchen sink. He cleaned himself off, then rinsed the cloth and rung it out again.
Shikamaru shrugged a shoulder lethargically, watching Naruto return to the bed with the damp cloth. “You make me cheesy,” he intoned easily.
Naruto merely stuck his tongue out at him before moving to clean the mess off of Shikamaru. After that task was complete, he got up to hang the rag on the side of the hamper in the bathroom, so it could dry. (He knew from experience that if he just threw it in it would mildew and ruin other clothes in the process before he got around to washing it. Neither he nor Shika were very motivated when it came to laundry.) Then Naruto went to blow out the candles, snickering as he only now thought about how cheesily romantic it had been for him to have candles lit when Shikamaru came home.
In truth, he hadn’t been trying to be romantic; he’d just had the overwhelming urge to see Shikamaru clearly without having to have the harsh fluorescent lighting of the apartment’s overhead lights. Okay, so maybe that idea was sort of romantic, but he hadn’t planned it that way consciously. The candles weren’t even scented–they were from a stash of emergency candles Shikamaru had in case of blackouts.
Walking to the counter to blow out the last candle, Naruto noticed the purple package sitting there, abandoned after something had been taken out of it. It looked just like the one Shikamaru had dropped near the door when he’d first walked in so, curious, Naruto went to inspect. Sure enough, he found an identical box sitting on its side near the door, the top forced off from its fall and a deer head on the bare floor between the box and its lid.
“Aw, Ino’s gonna be pissed you broke the figurine she got you,” Naruto informed Shikamaru with a hint of teasing in his voice as he held up the broken head.
“Hmm, maybe she won’t notice,” Shikamaru slurred lazily, feeling fatigue from the day and recent vigorous activities suddenly wash through him, leaving him unperturbed by the thought of Ino’s wrath for the time being.
“What was the other gift she got you?” Naruto asked curiously.
Shikamaru cocked a brow at him, despite the fact Naruto might not be able to see it in the darkness, with a single lit candle so close to his line of vision that it would surely skew his perception of other things shrouded in a bit more darkness.
“She only got me one present, and you’re holding its head,” Shikamaru informed him.
“Then what’s this other purple box on the counter? Don’t tell me someone else in Konoha has her God-awful gift-wrapping sense.”
Shikamaru snorted. “That other purple box is from you, oh person with God-awful gift-wrapping sense,” he kindly informed Naruto with the ghost of a smirk on his face.
Naruto gasped, “What?! But I already had your presents wrapped!”
“Let me guess,” Shikamaru said. “The paper was orange.”
Naruto nodded excitedly. “Yeah! With little fishcake swirls all over it!”
“Ba~ka,” Shika droned out. “If those presents had come in that paper, I definitely would have known they were from you from the start. All the gifts were rewrapped differently before they got to me.”
“Oh. Hmm,” Naruto contemplated momentarily. “I guess that’s okay then, as long as you know now that I do not wrap presents like that.”
“Of course,” Shika agreed, before his mouth was taken hostage by an enormous yawn. The day had definitely caught up to him while he was laying here lazily watching his boyfriend’s tight, naked ass prance around the apartment as he blew out the candles that had already burned down to stubs.
Finally the last candle was blown out, the broken deer head left on the counter near it, and Naruto was walking back to the bed. However, before he got there, he bypassed it in favor of rooting around for something on the floor. A slightly muffled, “Aha!” informed Shikamaru his blond lover must have found what he was looking for, and soon found out for himself when Naruto stood back up with an armful of blankets and comforters Shikamaru normally kept stuffed under his bed for easy access if he got too cold during the night.
He watched as Naruto walked over to the center of the room, and began arranging the blankets, one on top of another, until they resembled a nice, fluffy futon. Then Naruto came back to the bed and began pulling pillows off.
“Come on, Shika,” he said coaxingly, wanting his lover to come back to the makeshift futon with him–and bring the pillow he suddenly had a deathgrip on.
“Why do you want to lay over there? The bed’s comfortable, isn’t it?”
“Sure the bed’s comfortable, but it’s also cold and wet at the moment,” Naruto said, surprised he had to remind Shikamaru of this, as he was still partially laying on the wet spot.
“Mmrrhh,” Shikamaru groaned into the pillow his face was pressed to, which Naruto took to be an agreement and promptly used his lover’s distraction to allow him to lift Shikamaru up and carry him.
With just a bit of effort between balancing Shikamaru’s weight and avoiding dropping him during a few small struggles, Naruto finally made it over to his soft, dry bed with Shikamaru. Once Shikamaru was deposited on the pile of fluffy blankets, he sighed and stared up at the ceiling that wasn’t there. The sun was going to wake him up in the morning, he just knew it.
Before he could voice his irritation, however, Naruto had plopped down beside him and snuggled up beside him, pulling one of the thinner blankets over their naked bodies. They lay like that in companionable silence for several minutes, Shikamaru content to let his eyes drift shut and just listen to his lover’s breathing, before Naruto finally spoke again.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
“Hmm?” Shika hummed in question, having to pull himself from the precipice of sleep to participate in the conversation.
“The stars,” Naruto informed him simply.
Shikamaru cracked his eyes open at this reply and followed Naruto’s gaze up, drawing in a sharp breath at the sight he beheld when he did so. The stars above his “sunroof” were glittering brightly above them in a perfect midnight blue sky. Myriads of them, twinkling down into their cozy little haven, making his blond lover’s eyes light up in wonder, despite the fact Shikamaru knew for certain that Naruto had slept out under the stars numerous times. He supposed the circumstances now made the experience a bit more special, however.
“Yeah…they are,” Shikamaru agreed, turning fully onto his back to match Naruto’s star-gazing position.
Searching blindly under the blanket, Naruto felt for Shikamaru’s hand and grabbed it once he found it. Feeling a comforting warmth wash through him at Naruto’s touch–a completely different warmth from the heat of lust he’d felt earlier–Shikamaru squeezed the hand within his before rearranging their hold to clasp Naruto’s fingers between his. Companionable silence fell over them once again as they lay watching the stars, feeling each other’s warmth, listening to each other breathe.
Time escaped them, and Shikamaru never realized when he finally ended up nodding off to actual sleep. Whenever it was, he’d fallen asleep with the thought in his head that star-gazing would soon become his third favorite activity, next to cloud-watching and time with Naruto. And if he could combine it with that last one, it would make it all the better. He thought, just as he drifted towards unconsciousness, that he wouldn’t mind spending all of his birthdays just like this.
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Owari
Owari
A/N2: Well, I hope I didn’t disappoint anyone that was expecting them to do something from that ramen book Naruto gave Shika. >.> I wasn’t in the right mood for writing food kink, but I hope this was enjoyable nonetheless!
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