Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Photograph ❯ Frequency ( Chapter 17 )

#17: kHZ

 

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“Naruto-kun, do you copy? Over.”

 

“Yeah, I hear you, bushy brows.”

 

“Kankuro-san, do you copy? Over.”

 

“Yo.”

 

“Gaara-kun, do you copy? Over.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Before you even ask, Lee, I can hear you.”

 

“Oh. Thanks, Temari-san. Umm, Shikamaru-kun?”

 

“So troublesome.”

 

“That is everyone. Over.” Lee fiddled with his radio, making it lay comfortably around his neck. There were only three frequencies on it, but it had been more trouble then expected to get everyone on the same wavelength. He settled in to wait for their target. They knew he would be coming to this abandoned outpost. It was just a matter of time. Shikamaru had scattered the team around the perimeter to watch all of the entrances.

 

The radio hissed to life. “Lee.”

 

“Yes, Gaara-kun? Over.”

 

“Did we have sex?”

 

A squawk ripped through the airwaves. “Gaara-kun!”

 

“Keep it down!”

 

“What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve this?”

 

“Hey, Gaara! Still confused? I'll straighten you out. See, when two people are really horny . . . “

 

“Can it right now, Naruto, or I'm going to ram my fan so far up your . . . “

 

Lee scrabbled at his radio. “Temari-san! Not youthful!”

 

“What part of stealth did you guys forget about? This whole conversation is troublesome, anyways.”

 

The radio went silent. Lee set a hand to his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin.

 

“You did not answer my question.”

 

“Damn it all, bushy brows, how lousy was it that he's still confused?”

 

Choked laughter crackled through the earpiece, sounding suspiciously like Naruto. Lee grimaced. He knew Gaara well enough to know he would not be letting this one go. “Um, Gaara-kun? Can we switch frequencies before we talk about this?”

 

“And how are we supposed to tell you when the enemy is spotted if you're on a different frequency, Lee? Can't you and my little brother have this talk latter?”

 

“You will change frequencies when the enemy is spotted.” There was a soft click, then silence.

 

Lee wanted to offer a supportive smile to his team, but that was hard to do over the radio. Instead he clicked the channel over to channel one. “Gaara-kun?”

 

Silence. Lee flipped the switch to channel three. “Gaara-kun?”

 

“Here.”

 

“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

 

“Did we have sex?”

 

Lee studied the rocks around him while he considered his answer. “Technically, no.”

 

“Then what did we do?”

 

`Why do I get the feeling that I am going to get very comfortable talking about these things?' Lee scanned the area for the rogue ninja, hoping for a distraction. No such luck. “There was kissing, and touching, and . . . the other part.”

 

“Considering the number of acts pictured in Kankuro's books, I am sure that it has a name. They all seem to.”

 

“What did he show you?”

 

“I'm not sure what it was called, but it had many pictures of men and women in various positions. I'm still not clear on which ones were considered sex.”

 

`Definitely need to kill Kankuro.' Despite the fact that he was supposed to be on lookout, Lee indulged in dragging a hand over his eyes. “I believe the term that you would have seen would be `hand job'.” `And I can not believe I just said that. To describe what we shared in such a way . . .'

 

“Hm.”

 

Silence descended on the channel, leaving Lee a bit relieved. He was an adult, certainly, but there were some conversations he still was not comfortable having! It was a virtual certainty that he would have to sit down and have a vocabulary review with his precious person, but that did not mean that he was jumping up and down with excitement at the thought. For the sake of damage control, he was probably going to have to borrow one of Kankuro's books. Another conversation he was not looking forward to.

 

`But I will not shirk! This is important to him, so I will make it important to me! He is my precious person. If I am willing to die for him, and I am, then I will commit myself to talking to him about sex. In detail. Even if I die of embarrassment when he gives me that blank stare.'

 

“Gaara-kun, feel free to ask me any of your youthful questions about sex! It is a healthy expression of our affection for each other, and if I am not able to answer them, I will run fifty laps around Sungakure with one leg and one arm tied behind me!”

 

There was a long pause. “Are we going to have sex?”

 

“Um, well, uh, that is entirely up to you. I mean, I have not really thought about it, even if it is a youthful expression of . . . “

 

“I want to have sex.”

 

`Oh, boy.' Lee swallowed hard. “O - kay. We can . . . work on that once we get back to Sungakure.”

 

The silence stretched out again. The loud pounding of Lee's heart started to subside as his embarrassment faded back down to manageable levels.

 

“Do you know what a blow job is?”

 

“What?” Lee's pulse sky rocketed again. “Where did you hear that one?”

 

“Kankuro was talking to Naruto and describing one that he received from some woman.”

 

“Is that what those two were whispering about last night?”

 

“Yes. Answer the question.”

 

`Remember. He is your most precious person, and this is important to him.' The taijutsu master took a deep breath. “Yes, I do know about blow jobs.”

 

“Have you done that?”

 

“No, Gaara-kun. I have not.”

 

“We should try that first.”

 

Lee's eyes flew wide at the image that popped into his head. After their escapades in the desert, he knew what kind of an expression Gaara would have in the throes of passion, the noises that he would make, the way that his hands would shake. He had not really thought about doing other things like that with Gaara. He had just gotten used to the idea of their moment of passion. He really had not had the opportunity to think about doing more then that, but now that the idea was being brought up like this . . . Lee checked his nose for blood with the back of his hand. “Once we get back to Sungakure, I think that would be . . . a definite possibility.”

 

“And what are the other possibilities?”

 

“Well, they are pretty much endless. There are so many ways that we can express our youthful feelings for each other . . . “

 

“Damn, now I know why Shikamaru ordered me to be the one to switch to this channel.”

 

Lee physically jumped at the interruption. “Naruto-kun! How long have you been on here?”

 

“Long enough.”

 

“What do you want?”

 

“Oh, just wondering if you guys want to help us capture this guy, or if you just want to wait for the next one.”

 

“What? Channel two, right now!” Lee threw the switch on his radio again. “Shikamaru-kun?”

 

“Oh, so you two do want to help?”

 

“Not now, Temari. Naruto spotted him approaching from the north. We have about three minutes and forty-five seconds until interception. I am on the south side, so we will need Gaara to move to Naruto's position. I won't make it in time, and the sand can hold him long enough to finish binding him.”

 

“Done.”

 

“Damn sand. Can't you jutsu without that stuff flying around?”

 

“Naruto, three minutes, thirty seconds. Shut up before he hears you. Everyone else, move towards Naruto's position.”

 

Lee pushed all thoughts of sex and Gaara aside. He had work to do. After this ninja was captured and returned to Konoha, though, he and his precious person were going to have a talk. A very, very long talk.