Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Let a Waiter Deliver ❯ Let a Waiter Deliver ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: anime-luney 
My muse, AKA ebil plot bunnies, hit me when I looked at a pic at dev.art. It's really good, it's Sasuke as a waiter by Mortica. Anyway, it enspired me, and a lot of the summary will come into play later. Enjoy, review if you like, it shows there's a point to updating this. x3
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.14.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 785 | Status: Work In Progress
My muse, AKA ebil plot bunnies, hit me when I looked at a pic at dev.art. It's really good, it's Sasuke as a waiter by Mortica. Anyway, it enspired me, and a lot of the summary will come into play later. Enjoy, review if you like, it shows there's a point to updating this. x3
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.14.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 785 | Status: Work In Progress
Naruto jumped onto the lunch table, carefully setting his feet to not hit any of his friends' food. He was quite happy with himself and the world, and that generally lead to hyper tendencies. Smiling broadly, he squatted down in front of Shikamaru, feet planting to either side of his fries and pizza with a thoughtfully unthoughtful flourish.
“Shika! Didn't you see him today? He had the cutest clips in his hair!” Naruto exclaimed brightly, with a masculine squeal. Shikamaru grunted, shrugging. He reached between his blond friend's legs, handling the crust of his greasy food and lifting it to his mouth with care. The crust was flimsy, and if he held the large slice wrong it would bend downward and all the cheese and toppings would slide off on a waterfall of red sauce and shiny grease.
“Oh, come-on! You have to admit it looked good!” Naruto prodded, reaching down and tearing away a piece of crust and pizza for himself, almost upsetting the precarious balance Shikamaru held over the food. He quickly took a few more bites, although not nearly as quick as Naruto would have liked, and chewed thoughtfully.
Sasuke had looked `cute' with the clips holding his bangs back. He thought about voicing his agreement. Naruto liked Sasuke, he knew from being told by said blond. He didn't like Sasuke, but saying that said Uchiha looked cute might make Naruto jealous…Which would be troublesome to sort out…
“If you say so. He only did it `cause it was a lab day.” He said. Something about safety, chemicals and/or fire getting into your precious locks if you leaned forward and they went with you. He didn't pay attention to long, his hair was always up and what bangs he had were hidden among his regular hair. His comment earned him a pout.
“You're no fun. Do you think he's got a job? I wonder if he'd help me get a job were he works. Where would he work anyway?” Shikamaru ignored him, or appeared to. He may not answer, but he always listened, and even if he didn't care about an answer, his mind worked towards one. In answer to Naruto's question his mind quickly came up with `yes' `no' and `probably somewhere you need a uniform and actual background experience for'. He kept quiet though, reaching for a fry.
“Naruto, quit ruining the blond image and get down.” Ino said her own tray in one hand while the other rested on a denim covered hip. Naruto looked over, pouting even more. He didn't comply until she'd promised to go and zap his ramen he'd brought from home.
“You're such an addict to this.” She said, holding the cup and rolling her eyes. Naruto shrugged, leaning against the table and crossing his legs nonchalantly. He gave her a toothy grin, watching as she walked away in a swinging pony-tail huff. Shikamaru rolled his eyes, finishing as much as he was going to eat, and leaving it for the vultures of their group. He saw Naruto stand straight, about to ask something, when Rock lee came up and spouted something about drama. That was enough to get the blond away, off to do some drama game with the others in a ring. Shikamaru wasn't a big fan of drama.
“Gaara.” He called, moving to stand beside his gothic friend a ways from the group. It wasn't a hot day, exactly, but it was warm enough for Shikamaru to wear loose Capri-like shorts and a semi-tight shirt that rode up his flat stomach constantly. It drove the teachers and their clothing acceptable rules bonkers, since it was technically allowed, and yet shouldn't have been. Gaara on the other hand wore black jeans, with a chain link belt and saliva t-shirt.
“Hmm?” The red head turned, eyes taking in Shikamaru, and then the game behind him. He grunted, and then turned his eyes back to what he'd been watching before. A different group of kids, also black loving, was setting something up with a diet coke bottle a few feet away.
“What's going on?” He saw them handling something, passing whatever it was back and forth with grins on their faces. He briefly wondered if it was some kind of drug, glancing side-long at Gaara. Black eye-liner, lips glossy but not from any womanly accessory, pale complexion and a self inflicted tattoo that shouldn't have looked that professional. No signs of chemical induced anything.
“Diet coke and mentos.” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, looking back at the small crowd. It looked like they were close to done with there set up. They were at the stage where they kid and jostle each other, deciding who would be the one to put the mentos into the diet coke and start the volatile reaction. At one point they even called out to Gaara, who simply stared, then switched to kidding Shikamaru about doing the deed. The Nara didn't even know half of their names, but the gothic crowd was confusingly accepting to new comers. To join in, you just had to stand until they noticed you.
In the far off background, trilling lightly above the whispering excitement of the teenagers nearly within one-step distance, Shikamaru heard Naruto's laughter approach, accompanied by Neji. He only knew that Neji was with him because the blond shouted his name in some random question.
Before he had time to wonder when Naruto, or anyone but Shikamaru, would notice the Hyuuga's feelings for the blond he walked with, the chosen mentos martyr stepped forward and quickly dumped some of the white things into the black liquid, leaping back with a giggle that could be acquainted to either sex.
The soda immediately frothed, spilling out the edges, foam leaping into the air with spitting fizz. The teenagers ducked, Naruto and Neji stopping some feet away in silent amazement on what they'd stumbled upon. Shikamaru and Gaara merely watched, Gaara getting a few flecks on his crossed arm, Shikamaru getting a lightly fizzling streak just under one eye.
When the spectacle was over the first sound, outside of cheering from the original soda group, was Naruto jumping and yelling in excitement.
“Wow! How did they do that? Shikamaru, do you know how they did that? I wanna do that! Neji, do you know how? We could get an even bigger bottle, an even bigger explosion!” The blond ran off an immediate list, walking over to Shikamaru, keeping his distance from Gaara. The red head had always scared him, though he'd gotten more comfortable with him....sort of.
Before Shikamaru could answer, Gaara stepped away from his side. He turned with something in his eyes Shikamaru didn't recognise and grasped his chin. Leaning forward, he stuck his strawberry tongue forward, licking up the spilled pop with a sexually slow and deft, sensuous tongue. It made Shikamaru shiver, but he held his ground, closing his eyes while he felt a minimal blush come to his cheeks.
“Thanks Gaara.” He whispered when the tongue left his skin. From the warm breath just over his lips, he shouldn't open his eyes yet. He smelled a strong, though old, scent on Gaara's breath, the only thing unpleasant about his breath sadly.
“See you next period.” Gaara let go after speaking, walking away without another word, getting his backpack. Shikamaru opened his eyes, licking his lips and tasting the tracery of Gaara's breath on them. Next period would be fourth, math. A chance to sleep or talk to Gaara, whichever he felt like. The red head always sat by him, even if the teacher assigned him a spot on the other end of the classroom. A bit of a troublemaker, but he did do work when he had Shikamaru around. Well, some work. More then his other classrooms.
Before his red-headed friend was more then ten feet away and after Naruto had scampered out of his way wide eyed by the display, Shikamaru called out.
“You shouldn't drink in school, Gaara.”
***********
“S-so, Naruto s-said something t-t-today.” Shikamaru turned from where he'd been lethargically placing books onto shelves. He and Hinata both worked at the library, shelving books. He sometimes would be called up front to help a new employee with the computers and filing. The check out system was well organized and all, but confusing until you got used to it.
“It must have been big to have you stuttering again.” She stuttered in public, but not among friends usually. It was one of the biggest signs that something big had happened. He liked that about her, it meant nothing could really surprise him. Surprises were troublesome.
“Well, um, you s-see…a-a-are y-you a-an-and Gaara d-d-d-dating?” Her face was a good deep cherry by the end, and he felt like cursing Naruto and his big mouth. He schooled his features to hide his irritation at the boy. Hinata would take it as irritation towards her, which it wasn't. She was to innocent to have thought that up, her mind would have put up a mental barrier saying `for non-stutterers only' and kept her from it.
“No. Naruto's an idiot, but what Gaara did today would lead to it, I guess.” Hinata had a worried, apologetic look on her face. He sighed, feeling like a big brother while he attempted to placate her fears. “It's fine, you had no idea if it was true or not.”
Gaara didn't like him anyway. Yes, Gaara liked his body, but he wasn't looking for a relationship. The red head and genius had a mutual understanding that Shikamaru did, somewhat, like him, but Gaara didn't return the feelings. This understanding branched also to the idea that if Shikamaru ever needed to get laid, he knew which sexy gothic teen to ask. Although, from that display at lunch, maybe it wasn't the Nara that needed a play mate…
“S-so, then do you like a-anyone?” Hinata finally asked, calming down a bit after Shikamaru had told her it was alright for the some-number-that-was-in-double-digits time. She had asked him this question before, but for the most part, they talked about her. Shikamaru was to lazy and apathetic to care or talk about himself, so her or their friends was the only conversation they could hold.
“Mmm. Do you still like Naruto and Kiba?” His answer, mmm, had been accompanied by a shrug. Aside from his twisted, downright convoluted, almost-relationship with Gaara, he didn't. He felt it was better for Hinata to not know the intricate details of two hormonal boys and their different views on a relationship and what goes in it.
“Y-yeah…I think it's mostly Kiba n-now. Do you think that's o-okay?” She asked, worry etching her milky eyes. She had a pupil, it was just that her family had a condition that made there eyes nearly colorless, including pupil. He enjoyed staring into her eyes, the actual color was like looking into a cloud up close, her emotions choosing what texture and color it held. If he saw Neji more often, he'd probably do the same to him.
“Like whom you want. It's just too bad he's taken.” I'll leave out the part of him not wanting to be taken by Shino anymore…Kiba had been dating Shino for a few months now, but he'd grown out of liking the quiet boy. Unfortunately, Shino still liked him, which is why the two were still `dating' each other. Kiba didn't have the heart to outright dump him, but couldn't think how to do it gently.
“Yes, but Naruto likes someone…” More then Kiba likes his boyfriend was left unsaid by both of them. Hinata didn't know how Kiba would be single right now if he'd had the chance, but she did see how the dog lover was distant from Shino.
“Yeah, but Sasuke only knows him as biology's class clown. Being the TA, he probably hates him to. Naruto makes a mess or a problem or commotion at least once a day in that class, and Sasuke would be the one cleaning that up.” If shelving books was less troublesome then talking, he'd be done. But it wasn't, so he chose to ignore his cart and actually talk longer sentences then `this is troublesome'.
“R-really? P-poor Naruto…” Shikamaru rolled his eyes. Her crush liked someone else, and she felt bad for him because her crush's crush didn't have a responding crush. He supposed if she hadn't been this way shelving books might have been less troublesome though.
“Hinata, I sometimes think you're too good for this town.” A blush and fallen book was his answer, along with a long stuttered sentence of disapproval. He was glad he had the time to compliment the shy girl in private. He'd actually noticed that with these private chats and Shikamaru's open, lazy tolerance she'd gotten more confident in herself. He wished his libido/heart liked her, instead of Gaara. It would make things so much simpler.
“You know you love compliments.” He teased, turning back to his shelving. So much like a little sister.
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“Naruto, go bug Shikamaru! I'm looking for a steady job at McDonalds!” Kiba cried while a certain blond held his wrist, dragging him away from the sidewalk leading towards his, hopefully, new job.
Naruto smirked at him, and continued pulling him along, heading towards a promising star bucks nestled in a corner between Albertsons and Fred Meyers. Along with the star bucks between the two stores was a dollar tree, antique shop, and stuffed animal place. The McDonalds was on the side of the road to draw in traveling people passing through, and behind it was a giant parking lot where people parked and walked to any of the 7 places.
“The libraries all the way on the other end of town! You're right here! Let's go say hi to Shino and get some free coffee shots, huh? I'm bored!” Kiba groaned, giving in as Naruto dragged him away, weaving through the parked, parking, and pulling out maze.
“You, on caffeine shots. Someone change the coffee to lead and give me a gun, please…” He whined, yanking his wrist free and following of his own free will. Naruto smirked wider, punching his upper arm lightly and taking the lead, walking backwards to continue facing his captured friend.
“Come on, at least it's not energy drinks again!” Kiba felt like groaning again. Someone had let him have a sip, a sip! And then the blond thing had been bouncing off not only the walls, but the freaking ceiling. They neared the sidewalk that circled all the stores but his original destination Along the way Naruto nearly got hit by a few cars still walking backwards, and they where flipped there quota of middle fingers in the process of running away from angry, nearly-committed-man-slaughter drivers.
“Shino! Shino! Shinoooo!” Naruto called once he saw no one was in the place but his friend. Kiba walked in after, returning the one fingered salute his idiotic friend had inspired to a bunch of snotty seniors from the local private school.
“Damn punks, I'll key their car ever yell that at me again.” He grumbled, before stepping fully in. Naruto raised an eyebrow, but turned to continue his goal of getting free caffeine. Kiba sat down on a stool, looking at all the different coffee flavors, inhaling the rich scent of them all.
“Come on, just some shots, like you put in the drinks!” Shino shook his head, his spiky hair looking more like an afro then ever with the uniforms hat on. Forced to take his coat off and tie a green apron on, Kiba was reminded of why he'd fallen into liking the boy. He was cute, well built, and kind when you broke through. But he didn't like him anymore, and he couldn't figure out why. He just…didn't.
“You won't get caught, come on!” Naruto whined, planting his elbows on the counter and clasping his hands in front of his face, bowing his head in caffeine forced supplication. Shino easily ignored him, looking over to Kiba. He gave a soft smile, knowledge in his eyes that hurt Kiba deeply.
“Hey, Kiba.” Said boy raised his hand, standing to walk over to the working teen. Naruto sighed, knowing what was about to happen and walking off to the bathroom, leaving them in peace with some lame excuse about having to pee. Kiba swallowed, wondering why the air seemed so heavy suddenly.
“Do you like someone else?” Shino asked, wiping around the frappuccino machine idly. Kiba swallowed again, wishing he hadn't decided today was a good day to apply for a full time job. Why couldn't he have just been content with his animal sitting/training/walking odd jobs? He had to want to get a solider cash flow today, when Naruto was roaming around. Why was the blond up this way? He didn't have a job.
“…yes.” He couldn't help it. He didn't want to lie, but he wasn't sure if the truth was the right answer right now. He wasn't sure about a lot of things with himself right now. He watched Shino stiffen, before asking the inevitable.
“Who?” Kiba really wasn't sure if he should answer, but he felt that if he stalled to long he'd enrage Shino. Which, Shino actually had every right to be mad, but still, if anything Kiba didn't want him to loose his job or anything. He breathed out, seeing the tensing again, and opened his mouth.
“Shikamaru.” Shino stood stalk still and Kiba had no choice but to sit silently and wait for a reaction. Eventually Shino's back unknotted, tension draining, arms dropping. Kiba really hated himself then, but he couldn't control who he liked or who he didn't anymore.
“So that's it then.” Shino spoke, softly. Kiba sat a little straighter, wondering what this meant. Shino turned, eyes cold, hurt. Kiba cringed, but didn't look away. “We're through. I hope…we can still be friends?” He ended tentatively, glancing away from his ex.
Kiba looked away as well, hearing Naruto standing in the bathroom doorway, waiting silently, keeping quiet. Kiba felt a hot flash of anger at him, for bringing him hear, for listening to his private conversation for however long, and glared.
“Yeah, we're still friends Shino.” He stood, glaring darkly at Naruto and walked out of the coffee place.
**********
“Sakura, you really need to get yourself a job.” Ino remarked, lifting a big bag of toilet paper up unto the top shelf. She was standing on a rolling ladder platform, Sakura handing her the packages to save time while they talked.
“Why? I do fine as is.” Ino rolled her eyes, taking another package and placing it on. Sakura lived off of allowance for doing nothing but going to school, and whenever she needed money she just asked and got it. Not a good thing to be relying on when she was only months from graduating.
“Aren't you supposed to be smart?” She said, dropping down to flick Sakura on the forehead. Sakura huffed, smiling through her pout. Ino had been hounding her to get a job ever since she got her own working as a parcel at Fred Meyers.
“I am being smart. Without a job in my way, I can spend more time with friends and enjoy my youth, before work sucks it all away.” Ino sighed, rolling her eyes again. Sakura always said that, but her smart friend seemed to forget that most of her friends were working as well.
“Right. Sure thing, Sakura.” She said, placing another package on the shelf, this time of a different brand. Sakura scowled lightly, before perking up at a sudden thought. She grinned wickedly, twirling her pink hair.
“Guess who I like!” Ino reached down, considering. Shikamaru was too lazy and sadly, not popular enough for Sakura. Her friend was better then most, but still had some selfish qualities. Naruto bugged her to much to date, she was straight so that ruled out all girls, and why was she looking at their group? This was Sakura.
“Who?”
“Sasuke Uchiha.” Ino groaned out loud. She took body conditioning with him and she admitted he had a hot body, but what girl in her school hasn't gone through the Uchiha phase? She remembered seeing pictures of Sasuke's older brother in some of her senior friend's year books when she was a freshman. He had already graduated two years earlier by then, but from what she heard his heart throb status had been even worse then his little brother, and the picture made her believe it.
“What? What? And who do you have a crush on that's sooo much better.” Sakura prodded, handing up another brand of toilet paper for her friend to shelve. Ino chewed her bottom lip, thinking.
“…Hinata Hyuuga and Kiba Inuzuka.” She confessed, turning to see Sakura's nose wrinkled at the idea. She huffed, swatting at her pink haired friend and getting her own package this time. She was nearly done shelving them by now.
“How? Hinata, not only is female, but even if I swung like you, is so shy and difficult!” Ino placed a hand on her hip, much like she had done to Naruto earlier. This time though she had on a bright red vest to show off her employee status to anyone who needed help.
“And Sasuke is a reclusive, non talkative false idol.” She countered. Sakura gasped, huffing in return, crossing her arms. She tapped her foot, stepping away when Ino finished placing the last two toilet paper packages, walking beside her when she went off to do some other parcel tasks.
“Well Kiba, for one, is already taken, and two, is best friends with your other crush, and three, is a loud mouthed idiot!” Ino snorted, being stopped by a customer who needed help finding cat food. When the person had gone she answered.
“He's taken, but everyone know's it wont be for much longer. And it doesn't matter if they're friends, I'm not going to date both of them. What do you take me for?” Ino poked her friend in the rib playfully, making Sakura giggle. They passed the electronics section, planning to head out and gather some wayward carts from the parking lot.
“Gaara works with you?” Sakura asked, saying it quietly. Ino glanced up, looking around until Sakura nudged her in the right direction. Behind the counter, ringing up a CD they were to far away from to read, was the red head. Ino had time to think over how well the vest went with his hair and pale skin, before Sakura dragged her out of the store and into the parking lot.
“Wow. I didn't know Gaara worked here. I wonder how long?” Ino said out loud, wondering how she'd missed that. She walked by the electronics section at least once, no, at least three times every work day. Granted she never went in or even looked in for that matter, but still…She felt a little less perceptive at the thought.
“You can stop wondering why the Goth works at your job now. Look whose coming up.” Sakura said, pushing her elbow into her ribs to draw her attention quicker. Ino turned, seeing a disgruntled Kiba storming from the coffee shop and heading away from them.
“I wonder what his problem is?” Sakura asked, watching as he dove into the dollar tree and emerged within contemplating moments chugging a Pepsi like the fizz would revive his destitute soul.
“I don't know.” Ino replied, wishing she weren't working so she could go and investigate. She sighed again, and let her eyes drift over the parking lot, searching for any misplaced carts.
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Shikamaru sighed, the sound coming out as more of a whining groan. His parents had forced him to come to this stupid restaurant for their anniversary. Wasn't it normal to leave the kid behind for this stuff?
“Quite complaining. We thought it would be nice to take you along since we haven't gone out as a family in a while. It's less troublesome to do it now then later.” Shikamaru's father said, sitting across from his son. His mother had gone to the bathroom, leaving the two males alone with their `troublesome' conversations.
“But this isn't even all that high-end. The meals are gunna be $40 bucks, tops.” Shikamaru said, glowering at the nice dress shirt his mother had stuffed him in. It was white and used to be his fathers, back in the day. This meant that it was slightly too big, had a more feminine twist to it then the dress shirts for his generation, and the way it felt over all just made him feel naked top wise. Since he didn't own any of his own nice things, he had to wear it.
His father sighed, deciding it was too troublesome to deal with youths these days. He sat back, watching idly as their waiter approached hair dark and semi long, spiked beautifully in the back with parted bangs in the front. Milky skin to, which went well with his light charcoal suit and accenting green tie.
“Good evening, how may I help you?” Smooth voice, not to deep, but definitely not encroaching on feminine. Shikaku wondered if this dark suave look was what girls went for nowadays. His son never brought home anyone, friend, relationship, girl, boy. He was wondering if Shikamaru ever even woke up to make friends when his son spoke up.
“Sasuke?” Oh man, the TA's gunna have dirt on me big time! Shikamaru thought wildly as he leaned forward as much as he dared in a defensive huddle. With his father sitting across from him and reading his expressions every time his shrewd, darting eyes landed on him he felt increasingly naked and uncomfortable.
Sasuke, their waiter, glanced from the obvious adult, which he had been trained to look at first, to see his classmate.
…His very unfair classmate. While Sasuke was forced to look professional, and was stuck in a plain grey suit at that, the Nara got to express his discomfort in his provocative clothing. His hair was up, as usual, but instead of a heavy sweatshirt covering him up, a thin, downright filmy when it touched his olive-skin, white shirt was adorning his upper frame. It left his neck open, smooth and inviting, and made you think the rest of him was a present to unwrap. His leaning forward had sent the loose shirt forward, allowing a glimpse of nipple for the boy standing above him, trying not to sweat or show his thoughts on his face. The black pants were normal, but Sasuke's imagination was having no trouble supplying the sensually inviting sheen of leather, hugging Shikamaru's great legs and tight ass in the ways Sasuke liked.
“…Shikamaru.” His voice was deeper then when he'd addressed the Nara's father, husky. Shikaku took note, smiling behind a raised hand. So, his son might not be shopping for people, but others were checking him out alright. Suddenly he was glad his wife had forced them to go to a good place, and actually dress for it as well. Speaking of which…
“Son, if you'll excuse me. I haven't decided yet, but you might have.” He took his hastily thought up exit, rushing as normally as he could to halt his wife's return to the table. If she made it there, no matter if she approved of their waiter or not, she would interrogate him and likely scare him off. Or scare their son into silence.
Shikamaru watched his dad go, wondering where he suddenly had to be. Turning back, he cursed himself, wishing Sasuke didn't have to look so good in his waiter outfit. It was the kind of image that you'd want for fantasies, one's where you ask the waiter if half and half was on the menu, and if so, would they deliver it.
“You work here full time?” He asked. Sasuke stared, nodding briskly, hoping and praying to any god alive today to stop the knots in his stomach from tightening and pulling his cock up like it was on a string.
“Yes. Do you work?” He asked in return. The place was slow now; he had time to talk and get over how undeniably sexy the Nara looked. Shikamaru nodded as well, having similar thoughts on sexy men within his vicinity.
“At the library.” He swallowed and took a menu from Sasuke's hand, hating how sweaty his hand was as it brushed against Sasuke's. Sasuke nodded again, wondering whose hand had been sweaty; although he was sure it was his.
“Well, I'll be back when you're ready to place your order.” He said, turning and moving to attend to another booth. Shikamaru sighed, sagging down in his seat. He hardly noticed his parents return, and his usual answers were even less informative, much to his mothers chagrin.
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“Hey, Gaara.” Shikamaru lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had a cell phone resting on his belly, set to speaker phone. He felt too lazy to lift his hand to his ear.
“Shikamaru.” The brunette almost laughed out loud at how Gaara talked even less on the phone. He was feeling a little light headed from his adventures at dinner, a little nervous for what he was going to ask about.
“Today, at lunch.” He heard a slight shift on Gaara's end. He briefly wondered how it would sound to Gaara if his stomach growled right now, but then pressed on, knowing it would take a lot more then that to start conversations.
“Can we…do more?” He was sure he was sweating again. He'd already taken off the ridiculous shirt, slipping out of the pants only because they would be to warm. He was lying on top of his covers in just boxers, but the only cold thing was the phone.
“…How much more do you want?” Gaara may have looked like a rapist, but he wasn't. Well, he seemed like the type who would be hard to stop once you got him started, but that was all. Shikamaru currently felt like starting it, and maybe even provoking him to go farther faster.
“However much `more' you want?” He asked. He didn't know much about sex aside from the basics and a few intimacies, but he was sure Gaara would be nice enough to tell him what he was going to do to him before he did it.
“…Okay.” Shikamaru felt his heart speed up, and he was sure if he was completely alone he would have asked for a taste right now. Phone sex was supposed to be hot, right?
“I don't know when yet, but it's a date. Can we just experiment at first? Virgin on this end, not sure what I like yet.” He continued, deciding to set some ground rules first. He knew Gaara, better then most. Give him rules he's willing to follow, he will. Don't give him rules, and he does whatever the hell he feels like, assuming that there are no rules.
“Okay.” A slightly huskier sounding Gaara responded. Shikamaru smiled, glad that he wasn't the only one feeling excited about their future rendezvous. He reached down, picking up the phone.
“Good. See you tomorrow.” He hung up; knowing all he'd get from Gaara would be a grunt and then the dial tone. He was immensely happy with himself and his prospects. It was a good thing to know his libido wasn't attached solely to Gaara. He wondered if he liked Sasuke.
“Maybe. If so, it's a developing crush.” Little did he know of the fully developed side of the equation, the side that was still off working at the restaurant, occasionally thinking about him and his nice, white shirt.
“Shika! Didn't you see him today? He had the cutest clips in his hair!” Naruto exclaimed brightly, with a masculine squeal. Shikamaru grunted, shrugging. He reached between his blond friend's legs, handling the crust of his greasy food and lifting it to his mouth with care. The crust was flimsy, and if he held the large slice wrong it would bend downward and all the cheese and toppings would slide off on a waterfall of red sauce and shiny grease.
“Oh, come-on! You have to admit it looked good!” Naruto prodded, reaching down and tearing away a piece of crust and pizza for himself, almost upsetting the precarious balance Shikamaru held over the food. He quickly took a few more bites, although not nearly as quick as Naruto would have liked, and chewed thoughtfully.
Sasuke had looked `cute' with the clips holding his bangs back. He thought about voicing his agreement. Naruto liked Sasuke, he knew from being told by said blond. He didn't like Sasuke, but saying that said Uchiha looked cute might make Naruto jealous…Which would be troublesome to sort out…
“If you say so. He only did it `cause it was a lab day.” He said. Something about safety, chemicals and/or fire getting into your precious locks if you leaned forward and they went with you. He didn't pay attention to long, his hair was always up and what bangs he had were hidden among his regular hair. His comment earned him a pout.
“You're no fun. Do you think he's got a job? I wonder if he'd help me get a job were he works. Where would he work anyway?” Shikamaru ignored him, or appeared to. He may not answer, but he always listened, and even if he didn't care about an answer, his mind worked towards one. In answer to Naruto's question his mind quickly came up with `yes' `no' and `probably somewhere you need a uniform and actual background experience for'. He kept quiet though, reaching for a fry.
“Naruto, quit ruining the blond image and get down.” Ino said her own tray in one hand while the other rested on a denim covered hip. Naruto looked over, pouting even more. He didn't comply until she'd promised to go and zap his ramen he'd brought from home.
“You're such an addict to this.” She said, holding the cup and rolling her eyes. Naruto shrugged, leaning against the table and crossing his legs nonchalantly. He gave her a toothy grin, watching as she walked away in a swinging pony-tail huff. Shikamaru rolled his eyes, finishing as much as he was going to eat, and leaving it for the vultures of their group. He saw Naruto stand straight, about to ask something, when Rock lee came up and spouted something about drama. That was enough to get the blond away, off to do some drama game with the others in a ring. Shikamaru wasn't a big fan of drama.
“Gaara.” He called, moving to stand beside his gothic friend a ways from the group. It wasn't a hot day, exactly, but it was warm enough for Shikamaru to wear loose Capri-like shorts and a semi-tight shirt that rode up his flat stomach constantly. It drove the teachers and their clothing acceptable rules bonkers, since it was technically allowed, and yet shouldn't have been. Gaara on the other hand wore black jeans, with a chain link belt and saliva t-shirt.
“Hmm?” The red head turned, eyes taking in Shikamaru, and then the game behind him. He grunted, and then turned his eyes back to what he'd been watching before. A different group of kids, also black loving, was setting something up with a diet coke bottle a few feet away.
“What's going on?” He saw them handling something, passing whatever it was back and forth with grins on their faces. He briefly wondered if it was some kind of drug, glancing side-long at Gaara. Black eye-liner, lips glossy but not from any womanly accessory, pale complexion and a self inflicted tattoo that shouldn't have looked that professional. No signs of chemical induced anything.
“Diet coke and mentos.” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, looking back at the small crowd. It looked like they were close to done with there set up. They were at the stage where they kid and jostle each other, deciding who would be the one to put the mentos into the diet coke and start the volatile reaction. At one point they even called out to Gaara, who simply stared, then switched to kidding Shikamaru about doing the deed. The Nara didn't even know half of their names, but the gothic crowd was confusingly accepting to new comers. To join in, you just had to stand until they noticed you.
In the far off background, trilling lightly above the whispering excitement of the teenagers nearly within one-step distance, Shikamaru heard Naruto's laughter approach, accompanied by Neji. He only knew that Neji was with him because the blond shouted his name in some random question.
Before he had time to wonder when Naruto, or anyone but Shikamaru, would notice the Hyuuga's feelings for the blond he walked with, the chosen mentos martyr stepped forward and quickly dumped some of the white things into the black liquid, leaping back with a giggle that could be acquainted to either sex.
The soda immediately frothed, spilling out the edges, foam leaping into the air with spitting fizz. The teenagers ducked, Naruto and Neji stopping some feet away in silent amazement on what they'd stumbled upon. Shikamaru and Gaara merely watched, Gaara getting a few flecks on his crossed arm, Shikamaru getting a lightly fizzling streak just under one eye.
When the spectacle was over the first sound, outside of cheering from the original soda group, was Naruto jumping and yelling in excitement.
“Wow! How did they do that? Shikamaru, do you know how they did that? I wanna do that! Neji, do you know how? We could get an even bigger bottle, an even bigger explosion!” The blond ran off an immediate list, walking over to Shikamaru, keeping his distance from Gaara. The red head had always scared him, though he'd gotten more comfortable with him....sort of.
Before Shikamaru could answer, Gaara stepped away from his side. He turned with something in his eyes Shikamaru didn't recognise and grasped his chin. Leaning forward, he stuck his strawberry tongue forward, licking up the spilled pop with a sexually slow and deft, sensuous tongue. It made Shikamaru shiver, but he held his ground, closing his eyes while he felt a minimal blush come to his cheeks.
“Thanks Gaara.” He whispered when the tongue left his skin. From the warm breath just over his lips, he shouldn't open his eyes yet. He smelled a strong, though old, scent on Gaara's breath, the only thing unpleasant about his breath sadly.
“See you next period.” Gaara let go after speaking, walking away without another word, getting his backpack. Shikamaru opened his eyes, licking his lips and tasting the tracery of Gaara's breath on them. Next period would be fourth, math. A chance to sleep or talk to Gaara, whichever he felt like. The red head always sat by him, even if the teacher assigned him a spot on the other end of the classroom. A bit of a troublemaker, but he did do work when he had Shikamaru around. Well, some work. More then his other classrooms.
Before his red-headed friend was more then ten feet away and after Naruto had scampered out of his way wide eyed by the display, Shikamaru called out.
“You shouldn't drink in school, Gaara.”
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“S-so, Naruto s-said something t-t-today.” Shikamaru turned from where he'd been lethargically placing books onto shelves. He and Hinata both worked at the library, shelving books. He sometimes would be called up front to help a new employee with the computers and filing. The check out system was well organized and all, but confusing until you got used to it.
“It must have been big to have you stuttering again.” She stuttered in public, but not among friends usually. It was one of the biggest signs that something big had happened. He liked that about her, it meant nothing could really surprise him. Surprises were troublesome.
“Well, um, you s-see…a-a-are y-you a-an-and Gaara d-d-d-dating?” Her face was a good deep cherry by the end, and he felt like cursing Naruto and his big mouth. He schooled his features to hide his irritation at the boy. Hinata would take it as irritation towards her, which it wasn't. She was to innocent to have thought that up, her mind would have put up a mental barrier saying `for non-stutterers only' and kept her from it.
“No. Naruto's an idiot, but what Gaara did today would lead to it, I guess.” Hinata had a worried, apologetic look on her face. He sighed, feeling like a big brother while he attempted to placate her fears. “It's fine, you had no idea if it was true or not.”
Gaara didn't like him anyway. Yes, Gaara liked his body, but he wasn't looking for a relationship. The red head and genius had a mutual understanding that Shikamaru did, somewhat, like him, but Gaara didn't return the feelings. This understanding branched also to the idea that if Shikamaru ever needed to get laid, he knew which sexy gothic teen to ask. Although, from that display at lunch, maybe it wasn't the Nara that needed a play mate…
“S-so, then do you like a-anyone?” Hinata finally asked, calming down a bit after Shikamaru had told her it was alright for the some-number-that-was-in-double-digits time. She had asked him this question before, but for the most part, they talked about her. Shikamaru was to lazy and apathetic to care or talk about himself, so her or their friends was the only conversation they could hold.
“Mmm. Do you still like Naruto and Kiba?” His answer, mmm, had been accompanied by a shrug. Aside from his twisted, downright convoluted, almost-relationship with Gaara, he didn't. He felt it was better for Hinata to not know the intricate details of two hormonal boys and their different views on a relationship and what goes in it.
“Y-yeah…I think it's mostly Kiba n-now. Do you think that's o-okay?” She asked, worry etching her milky eyes. She had a pupil, it was just that her family had a condition that made there eyes nearly colorless, including pupil. He enjoyed staring into her eyes, the actual color was like looking into a cloud up close, her emotions choosing what texture and color it held. If he saw Neji more often, he'd probably do the same to him.
“Like whom you want. It's just too bad he's taken.” I'll leave out the part of him not wanting to be taken by Shino anymore…Kiba had been dating Shino for a few months now, but he'd grown out of liking the quiet boy. Unfortunately, Shino still liked him, which is why the two were still `dating' each other. Kiba didn't have the heart to outright dump him, but couldn't think how to do it gently.
“Yes, but Naruto likes someone…” More then Kiba likes his boyfriend was left unsaid by both of them. Hinata didn't know how Kiba would be single right now if he'd had the chance, but she did see how the dog lover was distant from Shino.
“Yeah, but Sasuke only knows him as biology's class clown. Being the TA, he probably hates him to. Naruto makes a mess or a problem or commotion at least once a day in that class, and Sasuke would be the one cleaning that up.” If shelving books was less troublesome then talking, he'd be done. But it wasn't, so he chose to ignore his cart and actually talk longer sentences then `this is troublesome'.
“R-really? P-poor Naruto…” Shikamaru rolled his eyes. Her crush liked someone else, and she felt bad for him because her crush's crush didn't have a responding crush. He supposed if she hadn't been this way shelving books might have been less troublesome though.
“Hinata, I sometimes think you're too good for this town.” A blush and fallen book was his answer, along with a long stuttered sentence of disapproval. He was glad he had the time to compliment the shy girl in private. He'd actually noticed that with these private chats and Shikamaru's open, lazy tolerance she'd gotten more confident in herself. He wished his libido/heart liked her, instead of Gaara. It would make things so much simpler.
“You know you love compliments.” He teased, turning back to his shelving. So much like a little sister.
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“Naruto, go bug Shikamaru! I'm looking for a steady job at McDonalds!” Kiba cried while a certain blond held his wrist, dragging him away from the sidewalk leading towards his, hopefully, new job.
Naruto smirked at him, and continued pulling him along, heading towards a promising star bucks nestled in a corner between Albertsons and Fred Meyers. Along with the star bucks between the two stores was a dollar tree, antique shop, and stuffed animal place. The McDonalds was on the side of the road to draw in traveling people passing through, and behind it was a giant parking lot where people parked and walked to any of the 7 places.
“The libraries all the way on the other end of town! You're right here! Let's go say hi to Shino and get some free coffee shots, huh? I'm bored!” Kiba groaned, giving in as Naruto dragged him away, weaving through the parked, parking, and pulling out maze.
“You, on caffeine shots. Someone change the coffee to lead and give me a gun, please…” He whined, yanking his wrist free and following of his own free will. Naruto smirked wider, punching his upper arm lightly and taking the lead, walking backwards to continue facing his captured friend.
“Come on, at least it's not energy drinks again!” Kiba felt like groaning again. Someone had let him have a sip, a sip! And then the blond thing had been bouncing off not only the walls, but the freaking ceiling. They neared the sidewalk that circled all the stores but his original destination Along the way Naruto nearly got hit by a few cars still walking backwards, and they where flipped there quota of middle fingers in the process of running away from angry, nearly-committed-man-slaughter drivers.
“Shino! Shino! Shinoooo!” Naruto called once he saw no one was in the place but his friend. Kiba walked in after, returning the one fingered salute his idiotic friend had inspired to a bunch of snotty seniors from the local private school.
“Damn punks, I'll key their car ever yell that at me again.” He grumbled, before stepping fully in. Naruto raised an eyebrow, but turned to continue his goal of getting free caffeine. Kiba sat down on a stool, looking at all the different coffee flavors, inhaling the rich scent of them all.
“Come on, just some shots, like you put in the drinks!” Shino shook his head, his spiky hair looking more like an afro then ever with the uniforms hat on. Forced to take his coat off and tie a green apron on, Kiba was reminded of why he'd fallen into liking the boy. He was cute, well built, and kind when you broke through. But he didn't like him anymore, and he couldn't figure out why. He just…didn't.
“You won't get caught, come on!” Naruto whined, planting his elbows on the counter and clasping his hands in front of his face, bowing his head in caffeine forced supplication. Shino easily ignored him, looking over to Kiba. He gave a soft smile, knowledge in his eyes that hurt Kiba deeply.
“Hey, Kiba.” Said boy raised his hand, standing to walk over to the working teen. Naruto sighed, knowing what was about to happen and walking off to the bathroom, leaving them in peace with some lame excuse about having to pee. Kiba swallowed, wondering why the air seemed so heavy suddenly.
“Do you like someone else?” Shino asked, wiping around the frappuccino machine idly. Kiba swallowed again, wishing he hadn't decided today was a good day to apply for a full time job. Why couldn't he have just been content with his animal sitting/training/walking odd jobs? He had to want to get a solider cash flow today, when Naruto was roaming around. Why was the blond up this way? He didn't have a job.
“…yes.” He couldn't help it. He didn't want to lie, but he wasn't sure if the truth was the right answer right now. He wasn't sure about a lot of things with himself right now. He watched Shino stiffen, before asking the inevitable.
“Who?” Kiba really wasn't sure if he should answer, but he felt that if he stalled to long he'd enrage Shino. Which, Shino actually had every right to be mad, but still, if anything Kiba didn't want him to loose his job or anything. He breathed out, seeing the tensing again, and opened his mouth.
“Shikamaru.” Shino stood stalk still and Kiba had no choice but to sit silently and wait for a reaction. Eventually Shino's back unknotted, tension draining, arms dropping. Kiba really hated himself then, but he couldn't control who he liked or who he didn't anymore.
“So that's it then.” Shino spoke, softly. Kiba sat a little straighter, wondering what this meant. Shino turned, eyes cold, hurt. Kiba cringed, but didn't look away. “We're through. I hope…we can still be friends?” He ended tentatively, glancing away from his ex.
Kiba looked away as well, hearing Naruto standing in the bathroom doorway, waiting silently, keeping quiet. Kiba felt a hot flash of anger at him, for bringing him hear, for listening to his private conversation for however long, and glared.
“Yeah, we're still friends Shino.” He stood, glaring darkly at Naruto and walked out of the coffee place.
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“Sakura, you really need to get yourself a job.” Ino remarked, lifting a big bag of toilet paper up unto the top shelf. She was standing on a rolling ladder platform, Sakura handing her the packages to save time while they talked.
“Why? I do fine as is.” Ino rolled her eyes, taking another package and placing it on. Sakura lived off of allowance for doing nothing but going to school, and whenever she needed money she just asked and got it. Not a good thing to be relying on when she was only months from graduating.
“Aren't you supposed to be smart?” She said, dropping down to flick Sakura on the forehead. Sakura huffed, smiling through her pout. Ino had been hounding her to get a job ever since she got her own working as a parcel at Fred Meyers.
“I am being smart. Without a job in my way, I can spend more time with friends and enjoy my youth, before work sucks it all away.” Ino sighed, rolling her eyes again. Sakura always said that, but her smart friend seemed to forget that most of her friends were working as well.
“Right. Sure thing, Sakura.” She said, placing another package on the shelf, this time of a different brand. Sakura scowled lightly, before perking up at a sudden thought. She grinned wickedly, twirling her pink hair.
“Guess who I like!” Ino reached down, considering. Shikamaru was too lazy and sadly, not popular enough for Sakura. Her friend was better then most, but still had some selfish qualities. Naruto bugged her to much to date, she was straight so that ruled out all girls, and why was she looking at their group? This was Sakura.
“Who?”
“Sasuke Uchiha.” Ino groaned out loud. She took body conditioning with him and she admitted he had a hot body, but what girl in her school hasn't gone through the Uchiha phase? She remembered seeing pictures of Sasuke's older brother in some of her senior friend's year books when she was a freshman. He had already graduated two years earlier by then, but from what she heard his heart throb status had been even worse then his little brother, and the picture made her believe it.
“What? What? And who do you have a crush on that's sooo much better.” Sakura prodded, handing up another brand of toilet paper for her friend to shelve. Ino chewed her bottom lip, thinking.
“…Hinata Hyuuga and Kiba Inuzuka.” She confessed, turning to see Sakura's nose wrinkled at the idea. She huffed, swatting at her pink haired friend and getting her own package this time. She was nearly done shelving them by now.
“How? Hinata, not only is female, but even if I swung like you, is so shy and difficult!” Ino placed a hand on her hip, much like she had done to Naruto earlier. This time though she had on a bright red vest to show off her employee status to anyone who needed help.
“And Sasuke is a reclusive, non talkative false idol.” She countered. Sakura gasped, huffing in return, crossing her arms. She tapped her foot, stepping away when Ino finished placing the last two toilet paper packages, walking beside her when she went off to do some other parcel tasks.
“Well Kiba, for one, is already taken, and two, is best friends with your other crush, and three, is a loud mouthed idiot!” Ino snorted, being stopped by a customer who needed help finding cat food. When the person had gone she answered.
“He's taken, but everyone know's it wont be for much longer. And it doesn't matter if they're friends, I'm not going to date both of them. What do you take me for?” Ino poked her friend in the rib playfully, making Sakura giggle. They passed the electronics section, planning to head out and gather some wayward carts from the parking lot.
“Gaara works with you?” Sakura asked, saying it quietly. Ino glanced up, looking around until Sakura nudged her in the right direction. Behind the counter, ringing up a CD they were to far away from to read, was the red head. Ino had time to think over how well the vest went with his hair and pale skin, before Sakura dragged her out of the store and into the parking lot.
“Wow. I didn't know Gaara worked here. I wonder how long?” Ino said out loud, wondering how she'd missed that. She walked by the electronics section at least once, no, at least three times every work day. Granted she never went in or even looked in for that matter, but still…She felt a little less perceptive at the thought.
“You can stop wondering why the Goth works at your job now. Look whose coming up.” Sakura said, pushing her elbow into her ribs to draw her attention quicker. Ino turned, seeing a disgruntled Kiba storming from the coffee shop and heading away from them.
“I wonder what his problem is?” Sakura asked, watching as he dove into the dollar tree and emerged within contemplating moments chugging a Pepsi like the fizz would revive his destitute soul.
“I don't know.” Ino replied, wishing she weren't working so she could go and investigate. She sighed again, and let her eyes drift over the parking lot, searching for any misplaced carts.
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Shikamaru sighed, the sound coming out as more of a whining groan. His parents had forced him to come to this stupid restaurant for their anniversary. Wasn't it normal to leave the kid behind for this stuff?
“Quite complaining. We thought it would be nice to take you along since we haven't gone out as a family in a while. It's less troublesome to do it now then later.” Shikamaru's father said, sitting across from his son. His mother had gone to the bathroom, leaving the two males alone with their `troublesome' conversations.
“But this isn't even all that high-end. The meals are gunna be $40 bucks, tops.” Shikamaru said, glowering at the nice dress shirt his mother had stuffed him in. It was white and used to be his fathers, back in the day. This meant that it was slightly too big, had a more feminine twist to it then the dress shirts for his generation, and the way it felt over all just made him feel naked top wise. Since he didn't own any of his own nice things, he had to wear it.
His father sighed, deciding it was too troublesome to deal with youths these days. He sat back, watching idly as their waiter approached hair dark and semi long, spiked beautifully in the back with parted bangs in the front. Milky skin to, which went well with his light charcoal suit and accenting green tie.
“Good evening, how may I help you?” Smooth voice, not to deep, but definitely not encroaching on feminine. Shikaku wondered if this dark suave look was what girls went for nowadays. His son never brought home anyone, friend, relationship, girl, boy. He was wondering if Shikamaru ever even woke up to make friends when his son spoke up.
“Sasuke?” Oh man, the TA's gunna have dirt on me big time! Shikamaru thought wildly as he leaned forward as much as he dared in a defensive huddle. With his father sitting across from him and reading his expressions every time his shrewd, darting eyes landed on him he felt increasingly naked and uncomfortable.
Sasuke, their waiter, glanced from the obvious adult, which he had been trained to look at first, to see his classmate.
…His very unfair classmate. While Sasuke was forced to look professional, and was stuck in a plain grey suit at that, the Nara got to express his discomfort in his provocative clothing. His hair was up, as usual, but instead of a heavy sweatshirt covering him up, a thin, downright filmy when it touched his olive-skin, white shirt was adorning his upper frame. It left his neck open, smooth and inviting, and made you think the rest of him was a present to unwrap. His leaning forward had sent the loose shirt forward, allowing a glimpse of nipple for the boy standing above him, trying not to sweat or show his thoughts on his face. The black pants were normal, but Sasuke's imagination was having no trouble supplying the sensually inviting sheen of leather, hugging Shikamaru's great legs and tight ass in the ways Sasuke liked.
“…Shikamaru.” His voice was deeper then when he'd addressed the Nara's father, husky. Shikaku took note, smiling behind a raised hand. So, his son might not be shopping for people, but others were checking him out alright. Suddenly he was glad his wife had forced them to go to a good place, and actually dress for it as well. Speaking of which…
“Son, if you'll excuse me. I haven't decided yet, but you might have.” He took his hastily thought up exit, rushing as normally as he could to halt his wife's return to the table. If she made it there, no matter if she approved of their waiter or not, she would interrogate him and likely scare him off. Or scare their son into silence.
Shikamaru watched his dad go, wondering where he suddenly had to be. Turning back, he cursed himself, wishing Sasuke didn't have to look so good in his waiter outfit. It was the kind of image that you'd want for fantasies, one's where you ask the waiter if half and half was on the menu, and if so, would they deliver it.
“You work here full time?” He asked. Sasuke stared, nodding briskly, hoping and praying to any god alive today to stop the knots in his stomach from tightening and pulling his cock up like it was on a string.
“Yes. Do you work?” He asked in return. The place was slow now; he had time to talk and get over how undeniably sexy the Nara looked. Shikamaru nodded as well, having similar thoughts on sexy men within his vicinity.
“At the library.” He swallowed and took a menu from Sasuke's hand, hating how sweaty his hand was as it brushed against Sasuke's. Sasuke nodded again, wondering whose hand had been sweaty; although he was sure it was his.
“Well, I'll be back when you're ready to place your order.” He said, turning and moving to attend to another booth. Shikamaru sighed, sagging down in his seat. He hardly noticed his parents return, and his usual answers were even less informative, much to his mothers chagrin.
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“Hey, Gaara.” Shikamaru lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had a cell phone resting on his belly, set to speaker phone. He felt too lazy to lift his hand to his ear.
“Shikamaru.” The brunette almost laughed out loud at how Gaara talked even less on the phone. He was feeling a little light headed from his adventures at dinner, a little nervous for what he was going to ask about.
“Today, at lunch.” He heard a slight shift on Gaara's end. He briefly wondered how it would sound to Gaara if his stomach growled right now, but then pressed on, knowing it would take a lot more then that to start conversations.
“Can we…do more?” He was sure he was sweating again. He'd already taken off the ridiculous shirt, slipping out of the pants only because they would be to warm. He was lying on top of his covers in just boxers, but the only cold thing was the phone.
“…How much more do you want?” Gaara may have looked like a rapist, but he wasn't. Well, he seemed like the type who would be hard to stop once you got him started, but that was all. Shikamaru currently felt like starting it, and maybe even provoking him to go farther faster.
“However much `more' you want?” He asked. He didn't know much about sex aside from the basics and a few intimacies, but he was sure Gaara would be nice enough to tell him what he was going to do to him before he did it.
“…Okay.” Shikamaru felt his heart speed up, and he was sure if he was completely alone he would have asked for a taste right now. Phone sex was supposed to be hot, right?
“I don't know when yet, but it's a date. Can we just experiment at first? Virgin on this end, not sure what I like yet.” He continued, deciding to set some ground rules first. He knew Gaara, better then most. Give him rules he's willing to follow, he will. Don't give him rules, and he does whatever the hell he feels like, assuming that there are no rules.
“Okay.” A slightly huskier sounding Gaara responded. Shikamaru smiled, glad that he wasn't the only one feeling excited about their future rendezvous. He reached down, picking up the phone.
“Good. See you tomorrow.” He hung up; knowing all he'd get from Gaara would be a grunt and then the dial tone. He was immensely happy with himself and his prospects. It was a good thing to know his libido wasn't attached solely to Gaara. He wondered if he liked Sasuke.
“Maybe. If so, it's a developing crush.” Little did he know of the fully developed side of the equation, the side that was still off working at the restaurant, occasionally thinking about him and his nice, white shirt.