The problem with twin beds, as it turned out, was that they were not built to withstand the weight of two grown men, let alone the vigorous "catching up" Naruto and Sasuke were doing.
It started as a low groan—metal protesting, wood surrendering—then escalated to a staccato squeak with each thrust that might as well have been a foghorn in the silent house. The first time the bed shrieked like a wounded animal, they both froze mid-stroke, Sasuke buried to the hilt inside Naruto, their wide eyes meeting in mutual horror as Naruto's leg cramped awkwardly against the wall.
Sasuke pressed his forehead to Naruto's, his midnight hair falling in sweaty strands around their faces, creating a private curtain. His breath came in hot puffs against Naruto's lips as he barely contained a snort, shoulders trembling with the effort. "This is not going to work," he whispered, voice cracking with suppressed laughter, his pale fingers gripping the sheets beside Naruto's head.
Naruto, cheeks burning crimson in the darkness, clapped a calloused hand over Sasuke's mouth, feeling the curve of his smirk against his palm. "Shhh," he hissed, blue eyes darting nervously toward the thin bedroom wall. "We just have to move slow. Like, really slow."
Sasuke's eyes glinted wickedly in the dark. "Or we could use the floor."
Naruto pictured his bare ass against the icy carpet. "Hell no. My balls will retreat into my body." He gripped Sasuke's sweat-slick biceps, shifting to find a better angle with Sasuke still buried inside him. The bed immediately betrayed them with a crescendo of squeaks that might as well have been a mariachi band in the silent house.
"Jesus Christ," Sasuke hissed, cock twitching inside Naruto despite the interruption. "If your parents didn't hear that, they've been dead for three days."
Naruto tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by the grin pulling at his mouth, dimples flashing in his flushed cheeks. He pushed himself up on his elbows, the sheets pooling around his waist as he scanned the cramped bedroom—posters from high school still curling at the corners, the ancient desk chair where they'd thrown their clothes in a tangled heap. His brain ran rapid calculations, weighing the physics of pleasure against the acoustics of his parents' thin walls. Then, inspiration lit his blue eyes like struck matches. "Help me pull the mattress," he whispered, already reaching for the edge with calloused fingers.
Sasuke blinked, dark eyebrows arching toward his hairline. "You want to—"
"Trust me," Naruto said, wriggling out from under Sasuke's warm weight, his bare skin prickling with goosebumps as he wedged his shoulder against the cold metal bed frame. Sweat cooled on their bodies as they worked in silent coordination, muscles straining beneath flushed skin. Together, they managed to lever the sagging mattress off the rickety metal slats and onto the floor with a muffled thunk that vibrated through the floorboards. The abandoned frame rocked behind them like a hollow skeleton, rusty springs still quivering with the memory of their sins, moonlight catching on the metal coils.
Naruto crashed onto the mattress, his body sprawling out like a lustful king. His hair, wild and unrestrained, fanned out around him, and his eyes sparkled with a mischievous allure. Sasuke followed him in suit, making his place right next to Naruto. Their bodies instinctively entwined with each other, reflecting the raw desire simmering between them.
"This is better," Sasuke admitted huskily, his hand sliding down Naruto's firm ribcage, tracing the bumpy path as if it were a roadmap to forbidden pleasures. "But, you're still fuckin' cold."
"I'm not cold," Naruto protested weakly but the goosebumps peppering his arms sang a different tune altogether.
Sasuke traced those telltale bumps leisurely, each touch igniting sparks under Naruto's skin. "I can warm you up," he suggested with a devilish grin. He wasted no time putting words into action. Before Naruto could even form a coherent response, Sasuke's mouth was on his again. His tongue skillfully exploring and claiming territories while his sharp teeth nipped playfully at Naruto's lower lip. Sasuke's hands trailed over Naruto's shivering body, leaving searing lines of desire in their sinful wake.
Naruto moaned as Sasuke's hard cock caressed the cleft of his ass, exploring every crevice. His breath hitched as a finger slipped inside, teasing him open, stretching him just enough to whimper for more. "Fuck, Sasuke," he gasped, clawing at the mattress, nails digging into the old fabric as lust consumed him. "I... I need you inside me."
Sasuke groaned in response, his breath hot on Naruto's ear. In one swift motion, he sheathed himself inside Naruto's tight heat. They both grunted at the penetration—a primal sound that echoed in the silent room. Their hips rocked together in a desperate rhythm, their bodies slapping against each other in a symphony of wanton desire. The mattress below them creaked under their weight, muffling their moans of pleasure.
Sasuke's hands gripped onto Naruto's hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he relentlessly pounded into him. "You feel so good," he managed to growl out between labored breaths. "So fucking tight."
Naruto arched his back to meet each thrust, his cock rubbing against the sheet-covered floor beneath them. He could feel the pressure building inside him with every deep thrust Sasuke delivered. His eyes slid shut and his head tilted backward as he tried to hold on to that delicious edge just a little longer.
Sasuke shifted his angle, his hips snapping forward with devastating precision until he found that hidden bundle of nerves deep inside Naruto. The blond's eyes flew wide, pupils blown with pleasure as his back arched off the mattress. Before Naruto could alert the entire household, Sasuke crushed their mouths together, swallowing the desperate sounds as Naruto's release painted hot stripes across his own golden skin. The rhythmic clenching around Sasuke's length was his undoing—he pulled out just in time, his own orgasm tearing through him like lightning as he marked Naruto's heaving chest and stomach with pearlescent evidence of their passion. They collapsed together in the aftermath, lungs burning for air, hearts thundering so violently Sasuke swore he could see Naruto's pulse jumping at the hollow of his throat, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction in the silver moonlight filtering through the blinds.
For a while, neither moved, their sweat-slicked bodies cooling in the moonlit darkness. The only sound was the whisper of winter wind rattling the frost-edged window and the slow, steady return of their heartbeats to normal, chests rising and falling in unison. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the familiar mustiness of Naruto's childhood bedroom.
Sasuke sat up, the sheets pooling around his narrow hips, his pale skin almost luminous against the rumpled bedding. Naruto reached for him with heavy limbs, fingers grazing the knobs of Sasuke's spine. "Hey bastard, get back here," Naruto hissed, voice rough and sated.
"Shh," Sasuke whispered, turning to reveal the sharp angles of his face softened in the dim light, a rare tenderness in his dark eyes. "I'm just grabbing something to clean you off, unless you want to go to bed with cum drying on your stomach all night."
Naruto looked down at himself and blushed deep pink at the cooling mess splattered across his abdomen, the pearlescent streaks already beginning to thicken and congeal in the moonlight. Sasuke reached over the edge of the mattress to where his overnight bag lay half-unzipped, rummaging until his fingers closed around soft cotton. He extracted a navy blue t-shirt with the faded Uchiha logo across the chest, then settled back beside Naruto, the mattress dipping under his weight. With unexpected tenderness, he dabbed at the evidence of their passion, carefully cleaning each glistening trail from Naruto's golden skin. When he finished, he wadded the soiled fabric into a tight ball and shoved it unceremoniously beneath the bed frame's shadow.
Naruto glared at him, one eyebrow arched in judgment. "Really?"
Sasuke shrugged, a lazy half-smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "I'm sure it isn't the worst thing that's been under your bed since middle school."
Sasuke draped an arm over Naruto's stomach, nuzzling his nose into the tangle of blond hair. "We're definitely going to get caught," he said, voice slurred by exhaustion.
Naruto grinned, eyes drifting shut. "Let 'em. At least I'll die happy."
Sasuke's laughter vibrated through Naruto's ribcage, a low hum that might have once annoyed him, but now felt like the purest comfort in the world.
They scooted up until their heads were on the pillow, blankets tugged haphazardly over their bodies. Sasuke's leg found Naruto's under the covers, locking them together in a knot of heat and muscle.
Naruto ran his fingers along Sasuke's chest, lazy, unhurried, content to simply memorize the landscape of bone and skin. "I missed this," he murmured, the words floating between waking and sleep.
Sasuke's hand found the back of Naruto's neck, thumb stroking small circles. "You're such a sap," he said, but his voice was full of pride, no real bite left in it.
The house creaked and settled, as old houses do, but nothing interrupted their cocoon. For the moment, they were hidden, safe, the weight of the morning and all its truths held at bay by a blanket and a locked bedroom door.
Naruto's last thought before drifting off was that he wished the night could last forever, that this in-between—this warmth, this peace—might outlast whatever disasters waited for them at brunch, or at work, or in the rest of their stupidly complicated lives.
He fell asleep to the sound of Sasuke breathing, the rise and fall perfectly synchronized to his own.