Naruto jerked awake to the grating brrrrrr of his phone, vibrating itself off the nightstand and landing face-down on the carpet. His heart went from zero to sprint, skin clammy, mouth bone dry. The room was pitch-black except for the blue LED from the smoke detector and the pale glow that seeped in at the edges of the blackout curtain. For a full five seconds, he blinked stupidly at his own hand before registering that the phone was still ringing.
He pawed for it blindly, thumbs fumbling the swipe. "H'llo?" The word came out sticky, his tongue not quite awake.
Silence. Then, a voice—hushed, hoarse, familiar: "Hey, dobe. Come downstairs."
Naruto's brain lagged half a beat. "Sasuke?" He squinted at the screen—private number, of course. "What—it's the middle of the—"
"Look out your window," Sasuke whispered, and then the line went dead.
Naruto sat up so fast his head spun. He shoved the covers aside, crossed the cold floor in three hops, and fumbled with the blackout curtain. When he pulled it back, the glass fogged instantly with the clash of warm room and freezing night. But there he was—Sasuke, standing in the middle of the lawn, dark coat buttoned all the way up, arms wrapped around himself. He looked up as if he could see through the glass, and for a second, Naruto thought he did.
Naruto jammed his bare feet into a pair of ancient slippers, shrugged on a hoodie, and padded for the door. In the hallway, the old house was a maze of shadows and familiar noises—the water heater ticking, the fridge sighing, and, two doors down, the low rumble of his parents' snoring in perfect stereo. He crept to the stairs, remembered too late about the third step, and only just managed to shift his weight so it emitted a faint groan rather than its usual shotgun blast.
Downstairs, he eased open the front door and stepped into the vestibule, where the only light was the blue-white from the streetlamp outside. Sasuke stood on the stoop, collar pulled up, shoulders hunched against the cold. He looked like a spy waiting for a signal, or a sleepwalker who'd forgotten where he was.
Naruto opened the door a crack, the cold slapping him awake. "Are you insane?" he whispered, the question streaming out on a plume of breath. "It's like—two degrees!"
Sasuke's mouth twitched. "I could see your light on."
"It wasn't. I was asleep!"
"Then you left it on. Or maybe your mom did."
Naruto rolled his eyes, then motioned Sasuke in. The other man stepped through the door, careful not to make a sound. In the entryway's faint light, Sasuke looked worse than on the phone: deep shadows under his eyes, lips chapped, tie missing, one cuff unbuttoned and nearly flapping. He didn't shiver, but the air around him vibrated with the tension of a man held together by stubbornness alone.
"How'd you even get here?" Naruto hissed, trying to keep the volume just shy of waking the dead.
"Rented a car at the airport. Drove straight. Missed the last train." Sasuke's gaze darted over Naruto's shoulder, as if expecting a security detail to materialize from the wallpaper. "Can we talk? Somewhere less—"
Naruto grabbed his wrist and towed him through the foyer, past the still-life of family boots and the shelf of overdue library books. They made it to the bottom of the stairs without incident, but when Naruto started up, Sasuke hesitated.
"You sure your parents—"
"Sasuke," Naruto said, tugging harder, "what they don't know, won't kill them. They're asleep." He said as well as he could while his pulse was hammering in his ears.
Sasuke relented, following in silence. They crested the landing, turned left, and Naruto herded Sasuke into his old bedroom, closing the door with the faintest click.
They stood for a moment in the dark, neither speaking. Naruto's eyes adjusted, picking out the shapes of his childhood: the dented dresser, the row of action figures, the faded poster of a ramen bowl over the headboard. It was all so familiar, and yet with Sasuke there, it felt like a stage set for a play he'd never imagined.
Sasuke's lips curved into the barest ghost of a smile, but he looked tired, the kind of tired that seeps into the bones and hollows a person out from the inside.
"You look like shit," Naruto said, not unkindly. "Not that it's different from usual, but—"
Sasuke snorted, something like real amusement leaking through. "You try working sixteen-hour days and see how your face holds up."
Naruto softened. "You could've called. I mean, before two in the morning."
Sasuke looked at him, and for the first time, there was a vulnerability there that Naruto remembered from years ago—before the fights, before the distance. "I didn't want to wait. I just—" He broke off, jaw flexing. "I had to see you."
The words hung between them, vibrating in the hush of the sleeping house.
Naruto hesitated, then crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him. "If you wake up my parents, I'm blaming you."
Sasuke unbuttoned his coat with mechanical precision, draping it over Naruto's desk chair, then knelt to untie his shoes. He moved as if sleepwalking, fingers fumbling each knot, the fatigue of a long drive and a longer week etched into every movement. When the shoes were off, he sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair.
Naruto lay there for a moment before his room returned to its usual disarray. He kicked his slippers under the bed with a soft thud and tried to slide beneath the covers, but the twin mattress barely accommodated his adult frame, let alone both of them. He shifted left, then right, his elbow jabbing Sasuke in the ribs.
"Sorry," he whispered, trying to fold himself smaller.
"Just—" Sasuke sighed. "Get on your side."
"I am on my side."
"Your other side. Face the wall."
Naruto hesitated, then rolled over. Before he could ask why, Sasuke's arm snaked around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest. The warmth of Sasuke's body seeped through his thin t-shirt, a stark contrast to the chill that had followed him in from outside.
"Oh," Naruto breathed, suddenly aware of Sasuke's heartbeat against his back.
Sasuke's lips brushed the shell of Naruto's ear. "Better?" he murmured, voice dropping to that low register that always made Naruto's stomach flip.
Naruto nodded, hyper-aware of every point where their bodies touched. He stared at the faded glow-in-the-dark stars he'd stuck on the wall at fourteen. "I can't believe you drove here just to spoon me."
Sasuke's thumb traced small circles on Naruto's hip. "I couldn't sleep," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper against Naruto's hair. "Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing you here, and I—" His voice caught, the words dissolving into a soft exhale.
"You missed me," Naruto murmured, a smile warming his voice as he reached back to find Sasuke's hand.
Sasuke caught it, interlacing their fingers and bringing them to rest against Naruto's chest, right over his heartbeat. "I missed this," he whispered. "Just being next to you."
Naruto turned his head, their noses almost touching, moonlight catching in Sasuke's eyes. "Me too. More than I wanted to admit."
The silence was palpable, broken only by the erratic beat of Sasuke's breath whispering against the sensitive shell of Naruto's ear. There he lay, trapped in that stillness, his mind racing while Sasuke seemed to be adrift in the land of dreams.
That illusion shattered abruptly with a soft shift in movement. Sasuke's grip loosened, and his hand began an adventurous route southward.
Naruto felt his pulse throb violently beneath his skin, echoes of it pounding in his ears. A gasp broke the silence as Sasuke's icy touch dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and brushed against his already throbbing erection.
"Fuck," Naruto cursed under his breath, squirming to escape from Sasuke's dangerously playful hand. But in doing so, he unintentionally ground his ass back against something solid and unyielding pressed into his lower back. "Hey! Quit it!" he protested trying to keep his voice low, but there was an undeniable hitch in his voice.
"Shhh, don't want to wake your parents." Sasuke's voice was husky against Naruto's ear, and Naruto stiffened – both physically and mentally – feeling like a teenager again trying to sneak around under their watchful eyes.
Naruto bit his lip to stop the groan as Sasuke firmly grasped his erection and began stroking him slowly. The mixture of pleasure and fear from potentially being caught heightened their arousal. Sweat beaded on Naruto's forehead as Sasuke continued to tease him with deliberate strokes.
Sasuke leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to Naruto's neck before whispering into his ear: "If you don't want to get caught, you better stay quiet."
Naruto bit back a curse, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. His hips betrayed him anyway, grinding against Sasuke's hand, even as his eyes darted nervously toward the door. Every nerve ending screamed for more contact while his ears strained for any sound from the hallway. The mattress groaned beneath them, and Naruto's stomach dropped—the noise impossibly loud in the midnight quiet. Sasuke's laugh ghosted across his neck, low and dangerous.
Before Naruto could fire off a sharp retort, Sasuke smoothly shifted his position, sliding his muscular legs across Naruto's thighs to straddle him. The sudden movement caused a raw, animalistic growl to echo in the room, capturing Naruto's attention before he could voice his surprise. Sasuke quickly seized the moment, leaning down and swallowing Naruto's unspoken protest with a heated, fervent kiss.
Sasuke's tongue swirled around Naruto's, their saliva mingling in a heated kiss that left no space for protests. Sasuke's body pressed against Naruto's softer form, his toned abs grinding against him, sending shivers down his spine. Sasuke's eyes smoldered with unspoken promises as he trailed his fingers down Naruto's chest, causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. Their cocks strained against their pants, aching for more contact.
Naruto's resistance waned, the fear of discovery losing ground to the potent allure of Sasuke's touch. He let out a shaky breath, his hands finding their way to Sasuke's waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The tension in his body began to melt.
Naruto tugged at the hem of Sasuke's shirt, and Sasuke responded by shifting, helping Naruto pull it free from his waistband. The fabric bunched at Sasuke's shoulders before coming off entirely, revealing a torso marked by the faint shadows of old injuries and new muscle. Naruto's hands roamed, greedy for contact, and Sasuke hissed in surprise when Naruto's palm landed on the exposed skin above his waistband.
Naruto's hoodie came off next, then the t-shirt underneath. The room was cold, but the heat between them more than made up for it. Sasuke's hands were everywhere—sliding down Naruto's back, tracing the curve of his spine, gripping his hip with bruising intensity. Naruto retaliated by biting gently at Sasuke's collarbone, the taste of salt and skin making his head spin.
Naruto couldn't hold back a moan as Sasuke expertly teased his nipple with the tip of his nail before circling it lazily. The sensation shot straight to his groin, making him rock his hips forward into Sasuke's jeans-clad erection. This only spurred Sasuke on further; he grabbed the back of Naruto's neck and ground their crotches together in a simulated thrusting motion that made them both whimper.
"Shhh," Sasuke teased, though his voice was unsteady. "You'll wake the whole house."
After Sasuke's hand wrapped around Naruto's erection through his boxers, Naruto couldn't hold back a whine. The tingling sensation traveled from his cock to the tips of his toes, and he bucked his hips against Sasuke's grip. A shiver ran down his spine as Sasuke's fingers deftly massaged him, each pass of his hand driving him closer to the edge.
"Fuck," Naruto gasped as Sasuke's other hand slid down to the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the buttons until they came undone in record time.
After Naruto was completely naked, Sasuke leaned back, eyes roaming down Naruto's body in appreciation. "I don't think I will ever get enough of you," Sasuke said breathlessly, before leaning down again to bring three fingers to Naruto's lips. "Suck, dobe," Sasuke commanded, and as Naruto took his fingers in his mouth, Sasuke swallowed his cock whole, causing Naruto to moan against the digits.
Naruto bucked into Sasuke's mouth, moaning loudly as the Uchiha bobbed up and down on him at an increasingly frantic pace. Sasuke pulled his fingers back and lined them up with Naruto's entrance before inserting them and stretching him carefully.
Sasuke's mouth was hot and wet, and Naruto could barely contain his cries of pleasure. He was on the edge, teetering, when Sasuke pulled away, leaving him panting and desperate. Sasuke's eyes were dark with lust as he reached for his own clothes, a silent promise in his gaze.
Suddenly unable to take it anymore, Sasuke ripped off his remaining clothes in record time and positioned himself at Naruto's entrance. He looked down at him with a mix of desire and concern in those deep grey eyes.
Sasuke reached between them, his fingers trembling slightly as he guided the slick head of his cock to Naruto's entrance. He pressed forward with agonizing restraint, watching Naruto's face contort as the tight ring of muscle gradually yielded. Naruto sucked air through clenched teeth, his fingers digging half-moons into Sasuke's shoulders at the burning stretch. The initial sharp pain ebbed into a peculiar fullness as Sasuke's impressive girth settled deep within him, transforming discomfort into a delicious pressure that made his toes curl. The ancient bed frame protested beneath them, metal joints squealing as Sasuke braced his weight against the sagging mattress, adjusting his position until he was fully sheathed inside Naruto's heat.