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Shikamaru always had a favorite type of guy.
Athletic, outgoing, and sincere. If the boy had just a hint of shyness and youthful innocence, that was all it took to make Shikamaru dive in headfirst.
He was never the type to chase straight guys, not on purpose at least. The first experience Shikamaru had with a straight guy had been enough for him to refuse to go through that kind of humiliation again.
See, Shikamaru had always been out, and his family was very open and always accepted his lively love life, so he never had to go through the closet phase, the secrets, sneaking out at night, dodging uncomfortable questions.
He doesn’t know where he got the idea that it would be a good idea to get involved with someone who wasn’t in the same stage of life or at the same point of self-discovery as him. The only explanation he has for that period when he kept humiliating himself over someone who was obviously never going to have anything with him is that Shikamaru is a man who thinks more with his dick than with his head.
The worst part is that Shikamaru really liked the guy. Maybe, in the end, it was his own fault for going looking for love and romance in someone who obviously just wanted to suck dick behind his girlfriend’s back.
To this day, that had been Shikamaru’s first and only experience with a straight man, and he swore to his friends and to himself that he would never go through that again. And he kept that promise! Seriously.
Well… until recently.
But this time it’s going to be different, seriously. For real this time!
First: Shikamaru isn’t looking for anything serious. Second: Shikamaru is no longer 18. And third: Neji can barely look him in the eye.
Shikamaru already expected that, even though he thought it would be hard for Neji to avoid him, since they shared the same room. But it wasn’t a surprise, and Shikamaru found it funny—even if it was a bit offensive. He also wasn’t about to help Neji through this moment of confusion that was clearly taking over his head, even if it was all Shikamaru’s fault.
He admits he was kind of… aggressive in his approach. Maybe walking up and asking the guy if he wanted to give him a blowjob out of absolutely nowhere—instead of asking if he needed, I don’t know, help figuring out whatever was causing all that confusion—wasn’t the best idea. But Shikamaru was never perfect, or a man of great virtue, and he always had a weakness for guys like Neji.
Anyway, the experience was delicious, 10/10 would do it again, but he wasn’t about to be the asshole who kept chasing after some confused guy just to mess with his life.
Because that asshole is Neji himself.
Neji was making a huge effort to ignore him. He woke up before Shikamaru just so he wouldn’t be around to see him when the older one got out of bed. When Shikamaru got home, it was one of two things: either Neji was already asleep (or pretending to be, dead to the world), or he didn’t even come home at all.
On weekends, when he was home, he’d hole up in his room with massive headphones on, or tuck himself into some corner of the living room, like he was trying to merge with the furniture.
And it would all be more or less fine if Neji wasn’t dying to suck his dick again.
Despite all the effort to avoid looking Shikamaru in the eye, Neji still stared at him almost obsessively whenever he could. He still went to the basketball court every day, still lost track of time staring at his thighs, still paid way too much attention whenever he saw Shikamaru and Kiba together, and whenever he drank, all his shame vanished, because he didn’t even try to hide it when Shikamaru caught him looking.
All of that annoyed Shikamaru and fed his ego at the same time. It annoyed him because it’s not like he was going to jump Neji at the first opportunity, or in front of other people, they were still friends, this weirdness wasn’t necessary. And it fed his ego for obvious reasons. It was exciting to know he was living rent-free in the younger guy’s head, enough for him to go out of his way to pretend nothing had happened.
Shikamaru would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him. Even if it wasn’t a surprise, it still wasn’t fair that he was getting the silent treatment for something that was only 55% his fault.
Fifty-five percent because, yeah, the idea had been his—but Shikamaru hadn’t forced himself on anyone. That day, Neji had more than enough time to leave the room or refuse the offer, and he did neither.
Quite the opposite, actually. Neji had dropped to his knees between his legs, eyes shining and cheeks flushed; nervous and shy, sure, but burning with want. He’d gripped Shikamaru’s thighs; drooled, cried, choked on his cock, then climbed on top of him, talking about how much he liked the smell of his sweat. They kissed more than four times before Neji came into his own hand and then licked it off Shikamaru’s stomach.
So yeah, while Shikamaru did carry most of the blame for starting it, he didn’t do anything alone, and nothing the younger one hadn’t wanted.
And even so, he was being ignored and treated like shit. Still, Neji knew what was best for him. So what if it had been two weeks since he’d actually stayed home, not even to eat the dinner Shikamaru made? If he had all that money to spend at campus restaurants, then fine—good for him.
It just sucked that he wouldn’t stop staring, and every look made Shikamaru want to taste his mouth again. Every time Neji looked away, Shikamaru clenched his fists to hold back the urge to grab him by the hair, shove him against the wall, squeeze his ass, and leave that pale neck covered in marks.
Right now, for example. Shikamaru had this bad habit of starting to undress the second he walked through the front door. It wasn’t news to anyone, and Shino had complained multiple times that he should save the nudity for his own room, “no one here wants to see you naked, man!” blah blah blah. Whatever. Everyone there was a guy—they were five people sharing two bathrooms—everyone had seen each other naked at some point.
So when Shikamaru walked in, dropping his backpack on the floor and already pulling his shirt off without even bothering to close the door, he didn’t care about Shino’s complaints or who was in the living room.
“I just took my shirt off, I don’t know why all the drama,” Shikamaru grumbled as he kicked the front door shut. “If you keep whining, I’ll take off my shorts too—and I’m not even wearing underwear—” he looked up, cutting himself off mid-sentence when he realized Neji was in the room.
Neji was staring at him. Or rather, staring at his chest. Brows slightly raised, lips parted, his gaze trailing from Shikamaru’s collarbone down to the hair below his navel that disappeared under the waistband of his shorts. Shikamaru just raised an eyebrow, smirking, until Neji finally looked up at his face. His cheeks flushed almost immediately and he looked away.
See? How was Shikamaru supposed to accept being ignored if, at the first opportunity, Neji practically tore a piece out of him with his eyes? There was nothing stopping Shikamaru from pinning him against some solid surface and acting out the younger one’s very obvious fantasies—nothing except his own restraint.
Shikamaru was about to say something, until he noticed the position Neji and Naruto were in on the couch. The blond had his fingers laced with Neji’s, their legs tangled together, sitting close—pressed right up against each other.
He frowned. For someone who seemed ready to jump out a window rather than be in the same room as him, Neji sure looked pretty comfortable wrapped up with another guy. Guess the problem was when that guy was Shikamaru specifically.
Whatever. Shikamaru looked away and headed toward the stairs, planning to take a shower and spend the rest of the night playing League of Legends.
***
All hell broke loose that Sunday.
Shikamaru was home alone. The plan for the day was to go out with Kiba and maybe work off some of the frustration he’d been feeling by having sex, but Kiba canceled at the last minute—said he had to deal with some issue with the football team or something. Shikamaru didn’t pay much attention because he was too busy being pissed off. Seriously, he’d shaved everything…
He was heading for the stairs, planning to find something to eat and watch some speedrun videos on YouTube, or do literally anything to distract himself from how horny he was, when he ran straight into Neji.
They stared at each other for a few moments, Shikamaru at the top of the stairs, Neji in the middle of the living room, mouth open like a fish, somehow surprised that Shikamaru was home. Slowly, Neji started to turn and head for the front door.
Okay, that was too much. Fine, pretend he didn’t exist—but now turning around to leave? He couldn’t even stand being in the same house as him?
Shikamaru rushed down the stairs and reached the door just as Neji grabbed the handle. He braced one hand against the door beside Neji’s head to stop him from opening it, while grabbing his arm with the other and turning him to face him.
“Don’t you think this is getting ridiculous?” he asked, an irritated smile on his lips as he looked down at him. “How long are you gonna keep this tantrum up?”
“I’m not throwing a tantrum…” Neji muttered, looking anywhere but Shikamaru’s face, cheeks red as tomatoes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, so nervous he was practically vibrating. Shikamaru might’ve found it cute if he weren’t so annoyed.
“Oh, but you are. You don’t even bother hiding how much you can’t stand being around me anymore, you don’t even eat at home. Where’d you get all that money to spend at campus restaurants, huh?”
“I–I got a job, that’s why I’m not home as much,” he said quietly. That caught Shikamaru off guard.
“A job?” he asked. “Where? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It’s at a coffee shop near the theater, it’s nothing special. I want to buy a new laptop, so…” he trailed off and finally looked up at Shikamaru’s face. It didn’t take 20 seconds before he looked away again.
“So you’re not avoiding me? I just misunderstood?” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow and smirked when Neji didn’t answer. “See? You can’t even look me in the face. What’s the problem? I thought the blowjob—”
“Shh! Keep your voice down!” Neji cut him off, covering his mouth with one hand. Shikamaru raised his brows in surprise before pulling away.
“Why? It’s just the two of us,” he said, grabbing Neji’s cheeks with the hand that wasn’t on the door, forcing him to look at him. “What’s the problem? Didn’t you like it?”
“What happened… was a mistake. You made me do that, and I didn’t know how to say no.”
Shikamaru’s jaw dropped.
“I made you?” he repeated, incredulous. “I made you?!”
Neji’s cheeks somehow got even redder. He looked away again, and Shikamaru squeezed his face harder to make him look back.
“Funny, I remember it very differently,” he said, smirking, more irritated now. “I remember you being a very good boy; sucking me off and practically thanking me for finally putting you exactly where you’d been dying to be, after weeks of staring at me and asking how I fucked other guys. Or are you gonna twist that too?”
Neji swallowed hard. He didn’t say anything, his pale eyes going even wider. They stared at each other in silence for a long moment before Shikamaru sighed and let him go, dragging a hand over his face. Fuck, what a mess. This was exactly why Shikamaru didn’t mess with straight guys, no matter how hot they were.
“Listen–”
He didn’t even get to finish, because Neji took the chance and bolted for the stairs. Shikamaru stood there stunned for a second before turning and running after him.
He stumbled on one of the steps but managed to grab Neji by the ankle and pull him down. Neji dropped to his knees on the stairs, and Shikamaru took advantage, climbing over him until he had him pinned, turning him so they were face to face. Neji’s heart was beating so hard Shikamaru swore he could hear it.
“What the hell is this?!” he snapped, grabbing Neji’s wrists and straddling him. “Now you’re running from me?!”
“Let me go!” Neji struggled, trying to break free and run again. Shikamaru couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Cut it out!” he shouted, leaning in close and settling his weight on him to stop the struggle. “Look at the scene you’re making, for fuck’s sake!”
Neji froze, squeezing his eyes shut like he could make Shikamaru disappear by sheer will. Shikamaru tightened his grip, but Neji didn’t open them.
“You sucked dick and you liked it, what’s the problem?” Shikamaru lowered his voice again, still close to his face. “It felt good, didn’t it? I know it was incredible for me—enough that I can’t stop thinking about your mouth. You’ve got a natural talent for it, you know that?”
Neji swallowed and slowly opened his eyes. Their faces were so close Shikamaru could count his lashes. He really was beautiful, one of the most beautiful men Shikamaru had ever seen, and he had to hold himself back from kissing him right there.
“Let go of my hands,” Neji said softly. Shikamaru looked at him, unsure. “I promise I won’t run again. Seriously.”
He hesitated, then slowly released him, ready to grab him again at the slightest movement—but Neji kept his word, staying still beneath him. Shikamaru could see his fingers trembling and had to pull his face back to keep from kissing him, settling properly on his lap.
“I’m sorry for avoiding you… and running,” Neji said. “And for implying you forced me.”
Shikamaru raised his brows, about to say something sarcastic, but Neji kept going.
“But I really don’t know why that happened. I’m straight—it must’ve been some lapse in judgment or something…” he muttered, almost to himself.
Oh, come on. He was really going with that? Like he hadn’t been hard since the moment Shikamaru pinned him at the door? Shikamaru knew that for a fact—he was literally sitting on it. Just to be sure, he shifted slightly, and yeah—definitely not imagining it. Neji went quiet and swallowed.
“I’m not saying you don’t like women,” Shikamaru said. “But I think you’re a little confused, baby. No straight guy has ever sucked my dick and told me he liked the smell of sweaty men.”
“I don’t like the smell of sweaty men,” Neji shot back, frowning.
“Oh, sorry,” Shikamaru laughed. “Right—you like the smell of my sweat. Not sweaty men in general,” he smirked when Neji looked away, embarrassed. “It’s my smell that turns you on, isn’t it?” Silence stretched. “That was a real question. I want an answer.”
Neji swallowed again, then looked back at him, biting his lower lip before giving a small, shy nod. Shikamaru took a deep breath, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face.
“Ah…” a shiver of excitement ran through him. “Maybe you’re not into men, but you’re obviously into me, Neji.” Neji shook his head weakly. Shikamaru raised a brow. “No?” He lifted his shirt with one hand and grabbed Neji’s wrist with the other, pressing his palm against his chest. “Not even a little?”
Neji licked his lips, staring at him, and squeezed hard. Shikamaru let out a low sound.
“I’m into you, Neji,” he went on. “Very much. If you knew the things I want to do to you, then you’d have a reason to run.” Neji groaned, and Shikamaru felt him twitch beneath him. “Want me to make you feel good?”
Neji swallowed, cheeks flushed. “How?”
Shikamaru smiled, rising from his lap to pull his pants and underwear down. Neji made a startled noise but didn’t try to run or push him away.
“I’ll show you how you really suck cock,” Shikamaru said, spreading his legs.
Neji moaned, throwing his head back against the step, eyes shut, lips parted. Shikamaru’s gaze dropped, he didn’t manage to get a good look the first time they did something like this, but Neji had the prettiest dick he’d ever seen. Already wet, flushed pink at the tip, catching the light from the window.
“Such a pretty cock,” he murmured, pressing a kiss and a quick lick to the head. Neji moaned louder. “Just like you, baby.”
“Shika…” Neji breathed, voice shaky, eyes glassy as he looked at him, thighs trembling, biting his finger, not knowing what to do with his hands.
God, he was gorgeous. Shikamaru wanted to fuck him right there on the stairs—make him cry and scream, pull that perfect hair, go deep enough that he’d feel it for days, make him forget everything except Shikamaru’s cock splitting him open.
He reached up, undoing his own hair, then took one of Neji’s hands. “You can pull as hard as you want, I like it,” he said, before taking him into his mouth all the way in one go.
Neji jolted, and Shikamaru had to grip his thighs to keep him in place. He moaned loudly, tugging at Shikamaru’s hair, body shaking, hips moving, nearly making him choke.
Shikamaru sucked hard, lids heavy as he watched Neji’s face, his eyes shut, mouth open, moaning without restraint, brown hair spilling over the steps. Shikamaru was so turned on it almost hurt. He freed one hand, shoved his own shorts down, and started stroking himself as he worked Neji up and down.
Neji barely seemed present anymore, pulling his hair, small tears slipping from his closed eyes. And he had the nerve to say he wasn’t attracted? Shaking like that, moaning his name, begging him not to stop, saying he wanted to come in his mouth—talking about how good it felt, practically begging Shikamaru to ruin him. How could he lie like that?
Shikamaru pulled off for a moment to lick his balls. Neji whimpered at the loss, then let out a broken sigh that made Shikamaru grip himself tighter, afraid he’d come too soon. He wanted to keep going lower, but Neji was impatient, dragging him back by the hair.
Shikamaru licked from base to tip, then took him back in, never breaking eye contact. Neji opened his wet eyes, looking at him, and something about it made him moan deep and loud before throwing his head back and coming in Shikamaru’s mouth.
Shikamaru swallowed everything, sucking a little more until Neji’s sounds turned from pleasure to oversensitivity. Then he climbed up the steps, straddling his face.
“Look at me,” he said, voice low and rough, grabbing Neji’s hair and making him meet his eyes.
Neji looked up with difficulty, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. Shikamaru started stroking himself fast and hard as Neji watched, completely wrecked, red lips, flushed cheeks.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you, fill you up, watch it drip out of you…” Neji bit his lip, then opened his mouth and put his tongue out.
Shikamaru groaned, coming hard over his face, head tipping back, hair sticking to his sweaty neck and cheeks.
He rode out the orgasm, breathing hard, legs shaking. When he looked down again, Neji was licking some of his cum from his lips and tongue. Shikamaru’s cock twitched.
He let go of his hair and cupped his face. “If you keep turning me on like this, don’t be surprised when you get bent over,” he said, before licking his cheek and kissing him.
Neji moaned, wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing him back hungrily. They stayed there on the stairs for several minutes, until Shikamaru pulled back, breathing deep, pulling his shorts back up and helping Neji fix his clothes too.
“If you keep ignoring me, I’ll do worse next time,” Shikamaru said. Neji’s eyes widened. “Now that I know you like it rough, you really think I’m gonna keep going easy on you?”
Neji swallowed hard. Shikamaru’s grin spread—dark, wide, full of dangerous promises.
***
The “threat” worked, since Neji had stopped pretending Shikamaru didn’t exist.
They went back to talking like before, he no longer pretended to be asleep when Shikamaru came into the room, and he also went back to having dinner at home. And everything was great—the awkwardness that had been hanging in the air between them had dissipated, and the atmosphere in the house improved as a result, now that half the residents were no longer making an effort to erase the other’s existence.
But not everything is sunshine and flowers. In place of the awkwardness, another feeling emerged and started to seep into every layer of the interactions between Neji and Shikamaru: sexual tension.
This time, most of the blame for the atmosphere was on Shikamaru. After what happened on the stairs, he couldn’t stop thinking about the things he could be doing to Neji. Even when the two of them were talking in front of the others, all Shikamaru could think about was Neji’s face covered in cum, the sounds he made when he was close to finishing, the curve of his pale thighs. God, Shikamaru wanted to do so many terrible things to him.
Neji obviously noticed the looks and the underlying intentions from the older one, but all he did was look the other way and pretend that the redness spreading from his cheeks to the tops of his ears was nothing. It didn’t help at all that they rarely managed to be alone, especially now with Neji working and studying at the same time—it was a miracle when the two of them were in the same space at the same time without anyone else around.
Shikamaru took full advantage of the fact that they were roommates; at least in those moments they could touch each other without shame, even if they couldn’t make any noise.
Those were the moments when Shikamaru felt like shit for messing with a “straight” guy again, because if it weren’t for Neji’s insistence on saying that the kisses he gave Shikamaru were just “a lapse in judgment,” the older one wouldn’t be going through this torturous dry spell. He had never had any problem having sex in the frat house, or with knowing that the rest of the guys could hear—but because Neji was buried deep in a glass closet, Shikamaru automatically had to step into that closet a little too, since all he wanted was to keep touching Neji’s body.
Yeah, he could call Kiba to take care of it, and sometimes he did exactly that, but two problems had come up. One: midterms were coming, so the frequency with which he could see Kiba had dropped considerably. And two: even when he managed to go out with Kiba and they had sex, Shikamaru no longer felt completely satisfied like before.
Which was a huge fucking problem, because he knew he wouldn’t truly be satisfied until he managed to sleep with Neji—and that Neji was the one he actually wanted to fuck—but Neji wouldn’t let him, and that was the worst part. He did everything, from kissing him to putting his mouth on every part of Shikamaru’s body he could reach, but if Shikamaru got anywhere near his ass, he froze and came up with some excuse to stop.
And okay, Shikamaru understood the hesitation, every closeted straight guy acted like that. Blowjobs, handjobs, a bit of grinding? All good and fine. But anal? Hell no.
It wouldn’t be so bad if that was all Shikamaru wanted—but it wasn’t, and Neji didn’t help at all.
Like this morning, for example. Shikamaru had woken up and found Neji staring at him, standing in the middle of the room. It was a little unsettling, and the older one was ready to ask what the fuck his problem was, until he realized Neji was staring at his morning wood outlined in his boxers.
Shikamaru asked what was up—Neji was a guy, he obviously understood that sometimes your dick woke up before you did, it was no big deal. But Neji didn’t even answer; he just bit his nails for about a minute before climbing onto the bed and sitting in Shikamaru’s lap.
Despite being caught off guard, Shikamaru wasn’t about to complain about the direction things were going. Neji leaned down and started kissing him, slow and lazy, more tongue than lips. Shikamaru immediately kissed him back and grabbed his thighs tightly. Neji was so pale that any firmer pressure left marks, which was delicious and drove Shikamaru up the wall.
Shikamaru thought he just wanted a bit of morning making out before class—but then Neji started grinding his own erection against his, and all of Shikamaru’s control went out the window.
They made out and rubbed against each other through their clothes for quite a while, until Neji’s alarm went off and he got up, flushed and a little sweaty, saying he needed to get ready for class. Shikamaru was so shocked he couldn’t even protest before Neji left the room and left him there, cock hard and leaking, his boxers damp, aching with need.
He had to jerk off angrily in the shower, which only made him more irritated and frustrated for the rest of the day. It was already bad enough that he wasn’t getting laid—and when he did, he didn’t feel satisfied. Now he also had to deal with this kind of torture? Shikamaru had never liked edging.
To make things worse, his grades weren’t great, so he actually needed to study if he didn’t want to repeat the entire semester. How was a man supposed to focus on college when he was being tortured like this at home? Inhumane.
Whatever, he thought as he walked into the house and dropped his shoes and backpack somewhere, Friday was three days away, and he was going to throw himself into some sorority party and drink until he forgot his own name.
“Hey,” Shino greeted him. He and Sasuke were on the living room couch watching a CSI rerun, and Sasuke had the biggest sulking face Shikamaru had seen all week. “There’s pizza in the kitchen. Since you said you’d be late, we figured we’d order instead of risking cooking something.”
“Nice, I wasn’t going to cook anyway,” he said as he dropped into an armchair and sighed. “What’s his problem?” he asked, pointing at Sasuke’s pout.
“He and Naruto had a fight,” Shino said, sighing like he was tired of it.
“That’s it?” Shikamaru raised his brows and turned to look at Sasuke. “You two dating or something?”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “You talk so much shit, seriously.”
“I just don’t see a reason to look like that over a guy who’s not even letting you hit,” he shrugged as he got up and headed to the kitchen.
“You’re disgusting, holy shit,” Sasuke made a face, and Shikamaru laughed.
Neji was in the kitchen, cutting himself three slices of pizza when Shikamaru walked in.
“Hey,” he greeted, glancing at Shikamaru briefly before turning back to the pizza.
Shikamaru stopped in the doorway to look at him. Neji had his hair tied up in a high ponytail, a few strands falling around his face and framing his large eyes. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but those gym shorts that were a little too short but showed off his ass perfectly, round and perky. Shikamaru couldn’t not stare—not when the boy looked that good and smelled that good. He had probably just gotten out of a hot shower, judging by the slight flush on his arms and thighs, and the scent of soap and lotion filling the kitchen.
Shikamaru sighed and ran a hand through his hair before stepping up behind him. He didn’t think before placing an arm on either side of the table, trapping Neji, pressing his hips against his, holding himself back from grinding into him. Neji froze, but Shikamaru didn’t even notice—he was too busy burying his face in the curve of Neji’s neck and inhaling deeply.
“You smell so good, baby. Look so hot, too” he murmured before pressing a small kiss to his neck, making Neji shiver.
Shikamaru didn’t even get to smile or say anything else, because Neji practically jumped a mile away from him like he was some kind of dangerous animal.
“Are you insane?!” he whispered harshly, cheeks blazing red, eyes wide. Shikamaru frowned.
“What’s the problem?” he asked, crossing his arms.
Neji glanced toward the living room before looking back at him. “Can’t you see everyone’s home?”
“So? I can’t touch you?” Shikamaru let out a humorless laugh, already knowing the answer.
“No. Not in front of others.”
Ah, there it was. For a moment, Shikamaru had forgotten that Neji wasn’t in the same place in life and self-discovery as him. He really tried not to get mad—he really did—but it was practically impossible, especially when Neji kept looking at him like he was the idiot.
“Oh, but if it’s in the dark, where no one can see or know, then I can, right?” he said with a sarcastic little smile, flexing his arms. “Then you even beg me to touch you.”
“Well, yeah, obviously.”
Something cold ran through Shikamaru’s body. Neji was still looking at him like that, completely unaware of what he had just said and how it sounded—what it implied.
They stayed in that heavy, tense silence until Naruto walked into the kitchen.
“Is there any pizza left for me?” he asked, grinning, loud as always. “Wow, you smell good, Neji,” he said, wrapping an arm around Neji’s waist and leaning in to sniff his neck. “What lotion do you use?”
“Huh? Oh, just one I bought at the pharmacy,” Neji said, not pulling away, not looking offended or disgusted.
Shikamaru had to stop himself from punching something. “Good to know it doesn’t have to be in the dark with Naruto,” he said, and Neji’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean?” Naruto asked, confused, but Shikamaru just turned and walked out of the kitchen, heading for the door where his shoes and backpack were.
“You going out?” Shino asked as Shikamaru shoved his shoes on aggressively.
“Yeah,” he answered, grabbing his backpack.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
He slammed the door on his way out. He heard Sasuke asking from the living room what his problem was, but Shikamaru was already too far away to hear any answer.
He texted Kiba, asking if they could meet or if he was busy studying, and while waiting for a reply, Shikamaru kept walking; angry, aimless.
This was all his fault, he knew. He had dug this hole himself when he decided to get involved with someone who clearly didn’t know what he was or what he wanted. He had no right to be offended by Neji treating him like a dirty secret, because that’s exactly what Shikamaru was—a weakness to be understood and purged, a college experiment, a stolen moment when no one was around to know, to see, to judge.
And fuck, it wasn’t like Shikamaru was in love and asking Neji to return his feelings and come out to the world. He just didn’t want to be treated like something to be hidden, something shameful and humiliating, as if he didn’t have his own feelings and desires.
Kiba finally replied after a while, saying Shikamaru could come over. He let out a relieved breath and sent a thumbs-up back before slipping his phone into his pocket and heading toward Kiba’s apartment.
Kiba opened the door smiling, wearing sweatpants and socks. Shikamaru didn’t even give him time to say hi before grabbing him by the waist and kissing him.
“Hey,” Kiba said, pulling back a little, breathless as they moved through the apartment toward the bedroom. “You’re mad, huh?” he laughed softly as Shikamaru pushed him onto the bed and started stripping.
“Long day,” Shikamaru brushed it off, climbing onto the bed and flipping Kiba onto his stomach. “Good thing I’ve got you to help me work it out, hm?” he said, pulling down Kiba’s pants and lifting his hips, trailing kisses along his back.
Kiba let out a breathy laugh and started to say something, but a moan cut him off.
Shikamaru worked out his frustration through sex, holding Kiba down by the neck against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to think about who he had left back home.
It didn’t last long. They showered together afterward, and Shikamaru asked to stay the night. Kiba agreed without hesitation, and they ate some leftover pasta from the fridge before going to sleep tangled together.
Shikamaru took a while to fall asleep.
***
This time, the one giving the silent treatment was Shikamaru. Neji had tried to talk to him, but Shikamaru had said they had nothing to talk about and that everything was fine, there was no need for all that.
The other guys had noticed that the vibe between the two of them was shit again, but no one had stopped to ask, since it wasn’t the first time it had happened and they would probably start talking again soon enough. Except for Sasuke, who kept looking at Shikamaru like he knew exactly what was going on, with that smug little face of his, ugh.
The week had been shit, but at least it was finally Friday night. Shikamaru was finishing getting ready to go to a party, practically buzzing with excitement at finally being able to get drunk, dance with the first guy who looked at him with any kind of intent, and, if God was willing, finally get a decent fuck.
“You’re really not going with us?” Sasuke asked, leaning against the bathroom doorway with his arms crossed, watching as Shikamaru did his eyebrows.
“You guys are going to take too long and I already arranged to meet someone there,” he lied.
“Hm.” Sasuke clearly didn’t believe him. “You sure it’s not because we’re waiting for Neji to get back from work?”
Shikamaru looked at him through the mirror. “What are you implying?”
“You know exactly what I’m implying,” he said, smirking when Shikamaru sighed and dropped the razor on the sink. “I’m not an idiot like Shino and Naruto, I see the way you two look at each other.”
Shikamaru turned to face him, brows furrowed, fists braced against the sink.
“So what? What’s the problem?” he asked, maybe more aggressively than necessary.
“Have you two slept together?”
Shikamaru went quiet for a few moments, caught off guard.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” he started, smiling sarcastically. “But no.”
“Oh,” Sasuke broke into a wide grin. “So you’re sulking like that over a guy who won’t even let you hit?”
Shikamaru scoffed and flipped him off before shoving past him and heading to the bedroom.
“You’re such an asshole. Why don’t you worry about the dumb blond you’re dying to suck off?” He yanked open his side of the closet, looking for his cologne.
“Hey, looks like we’re in the same boat. I’m not your enemy,” Sasuke said, walking into the room uninvited and sitting down on Neji’s bed. “What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” Shikamaru said, spraying cologne with more force than necessary. “He’s straight, that’s all.”
Sasuke laughed. “He’s definitely not straight.”
“Obviously he’s not, for fuck’s sake, but he thinks he is and I don’t have the patience to wait for him to figure it out,” Shikamaru put on a faux leather jacket and turned to Sasuke, who was looking at him with a kind of sympathy that was honestly irritating. “Apparently, me touching him when someone else is around might make the whole world explode, but being all over Naruto is fine.”
The amused expression on Sasuke’s face dropped, and he frowned, gripping the bed covers in irritation. Shikamaru let out a short laugh.
“I’m not surprised you like men,” Shikamaru went on. “I’m surprised you like Naruto, where did that terrible taste come from?”
Sasuke rolled his eyes and stood up. “At least he’s not a closeted straight guy,” he said as he walked out of the room.
Shikamaru blinked for a few seconds before finally processing what Sasuke had said.
“What do you mean? Naruto isn’t straight?” he asked, following Sasuke into the hallway, but the other had no interest in continuing the conversation.
Did Neji know? If so, then the problem wasn’t a gay guy getting too close to him, it was Shikamaru specifically. He didn’t know if that made things better or worse.
***
Shikamaru was trying to enjoy the buzz of the alcohol, he really was, but the look Neji was giving him from across the room was stealing all his happiness and taking up permanent residence in his head.
He was glued to the same girl he always hooked up with at parties like this, and he hadn’t stopped staring at Shikamaru since he arrived. The older one tried not to let it get to him, but his willpower only went so far before completely abandoning him when Neji and the girl started making out.
Of course that was going to happen—she was someone Neji could go around kissing and hugging without fear or hesitation. Shikamaru didn’t even know why it affected him so much. Maybe it was the humiliation of feeling like something dirty and ugly that had to be hidden from the rest of the world, or maybe he was just an idiot with jealousy issues who couldn’t separate a secret hookup from a personal attack.
Whatever, fuck all of this. Shikamaru had completely lost the mood to have fun, and there wasn’t anyone there who sparked even the slightest interest in him—except for the one person who obviously didn’t want him. Neji could at least stop staring at him like that and frowning every time a guy came on to him; it would make it easier for Shikamaru to accept that he didn’t stand a chance.
Feeling suffocated, Shikamaru pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and started heading outside, passing by Sasuke and Naruto making out in a dark corner and making a disgusted noise. He walked around the house until he ended up leaning against the outside wall, with no one else nearby and the cool night breeze making him shiver. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and started smoking slowly, hoping to stop thinking for at least a few minutes.
Not long after, Neji showed up looking for him, because of course Shikamaru wasn’t allowed any peace and quiet, this was his punishment for getting involved with something he shouldn’t have.
“Why aren’t you inside?” he asked as he approached, his hands tucked into the back pockets of the tight jeans he was wearing.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow and simply pointed at the cigarette, not saying anything. Neji looked embarrassed and glanced away.
Shikamaru took the opportunity to look at him up close and pay more attention to what he was wearing. Those tight black jeans made his thighs look thicker and his ass look more perky. Or maybe his ass was just naturally that round and perky—Shikamaru couldn’t say for sure, since every time he tried to grab it, Neji practically ran away. He was also wearing a white button-up shirt, and someone had spilled something on him, because the fabric was slightly see-through and let one of his nipples show when the light hit just right. His long hair was loose, moving with the breeze and spreading the scent of conditioner through the air. Shikamaru took a long drag from his cigarette.
God, if this guy wasn’t made to drive Shikamaru crazy, then why was he everything Shikamaru was attracted to in a man? Was he being punished for something? Had he done something to deserve this? Why, God, why give him this battle?
“Where’s the girl you came with?” Shikamaru asked, trying to distract himself with small talk so he wouldn’t think about how much he was suffering.
“Tenten?” Oh, so that was her name. Shikamaru almost rolled his eyes. “She was really drunk, so I left her with her friends.”
Shikamaru nodded and kept smoking, looking anywhere but at the boy getting closer to him. They stood in silence for a while.
“And your boyfriend?” Neji asked, and Shikamaru frowned.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” he replied, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and shoving his hands into his pockets, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. “Do you think I’d be messing with you if I had a boyfriend?”
“Oh, you and that guy aren’t together anymore?”
Shikamaru sighed, still not opening his eyes. “We just hook up sometimes. Neither of us wants anything serious.”
Neji stayed quiet long enough that Shikamaru thought he had left. He was focusing on sobering up so he could just go home and sleep through the entire weekend. It was working—until he felt Neji step closer and place his hands on his shoulders.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, his voice soft and almost whiny, making Shikamaru grunt.
The older one opened his eyes and looked at Neji’s face practically pressed against his. Neji’s eyes were wide and bright, and his lips were slightly pouted.
“Careful,” Shikamaru said, smirking a little, a bit cruel. “It’s not completely dark out here, someone might come out and see you touching me like that.”
Neji bit his lip and looked away, but he didn’t step back. On the contrary, he moved closer until their hips touched and wrapped his arms around Shikamaru’s neck.
Shikamaru couldn’t keep up the indifference for long—he wasn’t that strong. In the end, he spread his legs a little so Neji could fit between them more comfortably, and grabbed his waist with both hands, pulling him close just to breathe in that delicious scent coming from his skin and hair.
“I’m sorry for what I said,” Neji murmured, still using that fucking tone that was starting to make Shikamaru’s cock throb. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just… I’m really confused about what’s happening, I got scared that one of the others might see.”
“And why can’t they see?” Shikamaru asked, his voice low and rough. “The only straight guy there is Shino, I doubt he’d care.”
“I know,” Neji agreed. “But that’s what I thought in the moment.”
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. “If you know that, then why do you let Naruto touch you like that but not me? What’s the difference between me and him?”
Neji swallowed hard and looked away.
“You know what the difference is.”
Shikamaru tightened his grip on his waist, making Neji gasp and look back at him, cheeks flushed.
“I don’t,” Shikamaru said, leaning in close and brushing the tip of his nose against Neji’s warm cheek. “I don’t know anything you don’t tell me.”
“Shika…” Neji whined, and Shikamaru pressed his erection against him without restraint. “Naruto doesn’t do to me what you do. His touch doesn’t turn me on the way yours does.”
Shikamaru bit his lip hard and stared at him. Neji was flushed and shy, but he wasn’t pulling away or showing any discomfort. Shikamaru wanted to throw him onto the grass and fuck him right there, where anyone could walk out and see, where the girl Neji had brought could watch up close what really made him squirm and moan.
“Shika…” he called again, still in that tone.
“What?” Shikamaru asked, staring shamelessly at his lips.
“Can I kiss you?” he swallowed, pressing his hips more firmly against Shikamaru’s.
Shikamaru smiled, wide and mean. “I don’t know… what if someone comes out and catches you hanging all over me, hm?”
“Please,” he begged, almost whining. “I want to kiss you and feel your hands on my body. Nothing else has been satisfying me since the things you said to me that day on the stairs.”
“Yeah? What did I say that got you like this?”
Neji swallowed and rose onto his toes, bringing his mouth close to Shikamaru’s ear.
“You said,” he whispered, “that you were going to fuck me, fill me up, and make me cry.”
Shikamaru felt every hair on his body stand on end. Where had he learned to talk like that?
He was going to keep teasing, wanted to know if Neji had been touching himself while imagining Shikamaru fucking him from behind, what else he had been fantasizing about, if there was anything he wanted that Shikamaru could give him—but the moment he pulled back to speak, he saw Neji’s expression. His eyes were shining, slightly wet with embarrassment, his cheeks nearly purple from how flushed they were, his hands trembling on Shikamaru’s neck, and all of Shikamaru’s resolve to hold back and be a little cruel just disappeared.
He kissed Neji hard, one hand leaving his waist to grab his hair, the other dropping to squeeze his ass firmly. Neji startled, but didn’t pull away—instead, he moaned against Shikamaru’s lips and pressed his body even closer, like he wanted to fuse them together.
If Shikamaru’s fate was to be made a fool of by this boy, then so be it—he would accept it gladly, as long as he could keep kissing him like this, touching him like this, feeling his warm body tremble in his arms, feeling his heart racing in his chest and his hard cock against his clothes.
Neji was completely worked up, gripping Shikamaru’s hair and moaning into his mouth, having forgotten all that fuss and fear about someone catching them together. Shikamaru wasn’t complaining, but all this making out was starting to make his dick ache—if something good didn’t happen soon, something very frustrating was going to.
“If you don’t come home with me right now and let me fuck you,” Shikamaru said, pulling back from his lips for a moment, “then I suggest you let go of me and go back to the party and to your little girlfriend waiting for you inside.”
He couldn’t help the jab—for some reason he wasn’t willing to analyze right now, the thought of Neji with that girl was irritating him more than usual.
“What are you going to do to me?” Neji asked, playing dumb, even though he already knew exactly what Shikamaru was going to do.
“Nothing good, I can promise you that,” he replied, trailing kisses down Neji’s neck.
Neji moaned and bit his lip hard before saying:
“Then let’s go.”
***
Shikamaru went with his hands and legs trembling during the Uber ride to their fraternity house. Neji wasn’t much different either; he couldn’t stop looking at the older one or take his hand away from between his legs. Shikamaru almost risked his perfect rating on the app to start kissing him and jerking him off right there in the back seat of the car.
When they finally made it through the front door, Neji practically jumped on him and started kissing him desperately. Shikamaru only took the time to take off his jacket before grabbing Neji by the thighs and lifting him up, some miracle blessing him and preventing the two of them from falling and tumbling down the stairs as Shikamaru carried him to the bedroom.
He shut the door with his foot before throwing Neji onto the bed and stepping back a little just to practically rip his shirt off. Shikamaru couldn’t help but stare at the younger man’s exposed body, his pale skin, his pink nipples, the shiver that took over him completely. He groaned, pulling off his own shirt and shoes before stripping Neji completely.
If he was already breathtaking clothed, naked Neji looked like a work of art. Everything about him was perfect and soft, everything about him flushed so easily, especially that beautiful cock of his. If Shikamaru were to die with his mouth somewhere on that body, he would die happy and satisfied.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shikamaru said, running his hands along the inside of Neji’s thighs, spreading his legs as wide as he could. “I want to cover you in hickeys and cum, so everyone can see what you do to me.”
Neji moaned and pulled Shikamaru back on top of him, kissing him hard and messy. The older one pressed him against the bed and grabbed his erection with one hand, stroking him fast and hard, the way he knew Neji liked.
“Stop, I don’t want to come before you fuck me,” Neji whined, grabbing Shikamaru’s wrist and making him stop.
“Yeah?” Shikamaru asked against his lips, waiting for Neji to nod before pulling away and kneeling between his legs. “Then turn around, let me fuck you on all fours.”
Neji’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment and he bit his lip hard before turning over and lying on his stomach. Shikamaru lifted his hips and made him arch his back, before grabbing his ass with both hands, squeezing hard and slapping it. The younger one moaned loudly and buried his face in the pillow when Shikamaru spread his cheeks to look at his hole.
“Fuck, how are you so pretty even here?” Shikamaru groaned, staring at it, small and pink. “How does it feel, huh? All that drama and all that fuss, just for me to end up fucking you anyway,” Neji didn’t answer and Shikamaru slapped his ass again, still staring as his hole fluttered and twitched. “I asked you a question and I want you to answer me.”
Neji moaned before lifting his face from the pillow to answer.
“I was scared,” he began. “Scared of being the bottom, it’s not something I ever imagined myself doing, and you kept saying you were going to ruin me, fuck me hard and make me cry. I wanted it but I was scared too.”
Shikamaru couldn’t help but find him cute even in that situation.
“Not that I’m completely against the idea of you fucking me,” Shikamaru said. “But I don’t trust you not to hurt me with your inexperience. Besides, the only way that would happen is if I get tired of this,” he pressed his thumb against Neji’s entrance, watching the younger one moan as the small hole tightened. “And I guarantee that’s going to take a long time to happen, if it ever does.”
“Shika,” Neji moaned, burying his face in the pillow again and arching his ass higher.
Shikamaru didn’t have the patience to keep teasing anymore. He stuck out his tongue and started licking around Neji’s hole, feeling the younger one tremble and jolt in surprise, before moaning and shivering from head to toe. Shikamaru didn’t always like eating ass, but something about Neji made him want to spend hours like that, opening him up with his tongue and tasting him, feeling him tremble and trying to understand the sensation, deciding whether he liked it or not.
He circled his tongue a few times before pushing it inside Neji, grabbing his ass with both hands, using enough force to leave marks, fucking him with his tongue and listening to all the sounds Neji couldn’t hold back.
Shikamaru kept at it until Neji’s thighs were trembling and he was whining, saying he wanted to come, practically begging Shikamaru to fuck him already. The older one gave one last kiss to Neji’s ass before pulling away and kneeling on the bed, watching the younger one breathing heavily, fingers gripping the pillow tightly, eyes wet.
He felt himself trembling too and leaned down to grab the lube from under the bed, taking the opportunity to open his pants and lower them just enough for his cock to spring free, red and wet. Shikamaru sighed and touched himself a little, closing his eyes. It had been a long time since he’d been this affected by sex; he couldn’t even remember the last time it had happened.
He spread some lube on his fingers before pushing two in at once into Neji. The younger one startled and choked before moaning. Shikamaru grabbed his ass with one hand, moving his fingers fast and hard, impatient. Neji was making those wonderful little noises, whining and biting the pillow, and Shikamaru’s heart had never pounded so hard.
“It’s weird,” Neji muttered, brows furrowed, trying to decide if he liked the sensation or not.
“Yeah? Does it feel bad?” Shikamaru replied, pulling his two fingers out to push three in at once.
Neji whined until he adjusted. “No… I don’t know, isn’t it supposed to feel good?”
Shikamaru let out a small laugh before biting his lip. He had never been much of a fan of virgins or straight guys, and a straight virgin? He hadn’t expected this situation to turn him on this much, to have his fingers trembling and his cock throbbing nonstop, all because of a boy who would probably never hold hands with him in public, or kiss him in daylight.
“Doesn’t it feel good to you?” he asked, moving his fingers until he found Neji’s prostate. “I’m enjoying it a lot.”
Neji lifted his face from the pillow and turned to look at him. “Ugh, I don’t know, I thought something was supposed to—AH!”
Shikamaru smirked. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” he teased while pressing the same spot again.
Neji didn’t answer, but Shikamaru didn’t mind, especially since he was too busy rolling his eyes back and moaning with his mouth open. Every time Shikamaru pressed his fingers against his prostate, Neji arched his back and whimpered, his hair spread across the pillow and sheets, covering part of his face as he moved and gripped the fabric.
Shikamaru could spend the rest of his life like that, honestly. If it weren’t for the overwhelming urge to be inside him, he would be satisfied spending the rest of his days on this planet feeling Neji’s insides pulse and tremble while he fingered him.
“Can I put it in?” he asked, gripping the base of his erection with his free hand, his fingers trembling just like Neji’s legs.
The younger one didn’t answer, just let out a rough moan. Shikamaru decided that was enough, because if it wasn’t, he would definitely die right there on that bed.
He pulled his fingers out and applied more lube to his own cock before grabbing Neji’s hips with one hand and lining himself up with his entrance. They both held their breath when the first contact happened. Shikamaru could feel a drop of sweat slide from his hair down to the tip of his jaw, could feel energy rushing through him, could see how badly he wanted that. He threw his head back, rolling his eyes, a groan escaping from deep in his throat as he pushed into Neji. He felt every hair on his body stand on end from the sensation, heard Neji choke, felt him tighten as he entered slowly.
They only started breathing normally again when Shikamaru finally managed to push all the way in. Neji moaned, loud and tearful, while Shikamaru gripped his hips with both hands and tried to focus on anything other than what was happening, afraid of coming too soon and ruining something that had barely begun.
“You’re so tight,” Shikamaru murmured, practically delirious. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Shikamaru…” Neji called, voice hoarse.
The older one took three deep breaths before finally opening his eyes and looking at where they were connected. Neji’s hole was red and a little swollen, glistening with lube and fluttering around him. Shikamaru groaned and closed his eyes again, gripping Neji’s ass tightly to distract himself.
“I’m going to move now,” he warned, and started moving without giving Neji time to process.
Even though Shikamaru felt like he had no self-control left, he started slow and careful, because this was supposed to feel good for Neji too. In fact, it was supposed to feel good enough that he would always come back to him, begging for more, never wanting to leave Shikamaru’s bed or arms again.
When Neji’s moans started sounding more like pleasure than discomfort, Shikamaru gradually increased the pace, until sooner rather than later he was fucking him hard enough for the bed to hit the wall and for the sound of their bodies colliding to echo down the hallway.
Shikamaru wasn’t usually very loud in bed, but in this situation it was practically impossible, especially with Neji having lost all his shame and restraint, moaning loudly and calling his name.
“Neji, does it feel good? Hm?” he asked, reaching forward to grab a handful of Neji’s hair and pull hard, making him lift his face from the pillow and support himself on his hands. “Does my cock feel good inside you? Answer me.”
“Yes…” he replied, lips red and bitten, a strand of saliva slipping from his mouth, eyes wet, completely wrecked. “It feels so good, don’t stop!”
“Oh yeah? Why did you take so long to let me fuck you, hm? Look at how your ass is swallowing my cock,” he leaned down until his lips brushed Neji’s ear. “You were made for this, you know? With that pretty face of yours and that perfect ass, you were made to be fucked like this.”
Neji moaned loudly and Shikamaru let go of his hair to grab his cheeks, turning his face so he could shove his tongue into his mouth and kiss him.
He kept moving as he kissed him, their moans mixing with the taste of his tears, and Shikamaru felt like he was leaving his own body. He had had some very good sex before, some that almost made him reach nirvana, but none of it compared to what he was feeling now while he fucked Neji.
Maybe it was because he had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, because he was still mad at Neji, because he hadn’t had a decent fuck in days—whatever it was, this was the best thing he had ever felt in his life.
“Shikamaru…” Neji called, practically sobbing. “I want to come looking at you, please…”
God, what a wicked man.
Shikamaru pulled out and turned Neji onto his back on the bed, making the younger one let out a surprised sound. He didn’t wait long—he had no patience or control left—and pushed back inside him. Neji’s eyes went wide and he gasped, staring at a spot on his stomach where he swore he could see Shikamaru’s cock moving.
“Ah! Shikamaru!” he cried, covering his face with his hands. “Deep… it’s so deep…”
“No, no, didn’t you say you wanted to look at me?” Shikamaru grabbed his wrists and pulled them down toward their joined hips. “Then look at me while I fuck you and fill you up.”
Neji bit his lower lip and looked at him with wet eyes, tears running down his cheeks as he sobbed and wrapped his legs around Shikamaru’s waist.
Shikamaru got lost in the sensation—the feel of Neji’s body wrapped around his, the sound of their skin slapping together, the delicious noises he made, and the overwhelming pleasure of finally being inside him without fear, letting this side of himself exist openly.
He kept the same rhythm until Neji threw his head back and practically screamed as he came, untouched, and Shikamaru thought he might melt. He increased the force and speed, chasing his own orgasm while Neji said it was too much, that he was too sensitive and it was starting to hurt.
“Pay attention,” Shikamaru said, letting go of one of his wrists to grab his cheeks and force him to look him in the eyes. “I’m going to come inside you now.”
Neji gasped and arched his back, tightening even more, and Shikamaru couldn’t hold back anymore.
The orgasm hit him almost violently, his legs giving out as he came inside the younger one, filling him enough for it to start leaking out even before he had pulled out.
He rolled his eyes back and collapsed on top of Neji, burying his face in the curve of his neck and biting down hard enough to leave a purple mark. Neji was so sensitive he could barely react, just whining and wrapping his arms around Shikamaru’s neck.
They stayed like that for several minutes until Shikamaru managed to catch his breath. It felt like his soul had left his body; his eyes were heavy and he was sure he would fall asleep right there if he didn’t get up to clean them both.
But that was easier said than done. As soon as he got up and pulled out, he realized how weak his legs were, to the point that he had to steady himself on the bed to keep from collapsing. Neji also made a soft, offended sound, looking at Shikamaru as if he were about to complain about him pulling away.
“I’m going to get something to clean you up, wait a bit,” he said before finally taking off his pants and grabbing a pair of loose shorts from the wardrobe.
Shikamaru went to the bathroom and grabbed a pack of wet wipes to clean the younger one. When he came back, Neji had turned onto his side, ready to just fall asleep as he was. Shikamaru watched him for a moment, a soft smile on his lips. God, what a beautiful boy—why did he have to be so difficult? Shikamaru could have this view every day if Neji weren’t so stubborn and dramatic.
“Hey,” he called, turning him over and laughing when Neji complained. “You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t let me clean you now.”
Neji huffed but didn’t make any effort to make things harder. When Shikamaru finished, Neji asked for some water, and Shikamaru offered to get it.
He went downstairs yawning and scratching his stomach, practically dazed with happiness. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was already at the foot of the stairs when he noticed the TV was on. A chill ran through his body as he slowly turned around.
Shino.
They stared at each other for several minutes, a tense silence hanging in the air.
“How long have you been there?” Shikamaru asked, eyes wide.
Shino stared back, expressionless.
“The whole time,” he said. “I didn’t go to the party.”
Shikamaru felt a shiver run down his spine.
“Oh…”
“How big is your dick?” Shino asked, out of nowhere.
Shikamaru blinked, confused, incredulous.
“I don’t get it.”
“How big is your dick?” he repeated, slowly.
Shikamaru shifted his weight, extremely uncomfortable.
“About 20 centimeters…” he answered quietly, embarrassed for some reason.
“From the noise it sounded like it was a meter and a half.”
Shikamaru scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Go fuck yourself, Shino,” he said as he turned to head upstairs, determined to forget that interaction.
“Be careful what you’re going to do with your life, Shikamaru.”
Shikamaru chose to ignore the warning, mostly because he had no idea what the hell Shino was talking about.
Neji was practically dozing off when Shikamaru came back into the room. He woke him up and handed him the water, taking a sip himself when Neji finished and gave the bottle back. Shikamaru set it on the desk and turned off the lights before getting into bed, spooning Neji and covering them both with the blanket.
“Good night, baby,” Shikamaru said, kissing Neji’s neck.
“Good night,” Neji replied sleepily. “I thought you were going to sleep with it still inside me…”
Shikamaru’s eyes widened at the sudden boldness.
“You wanted that?” he asked after a moment.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I think it would be nice…”
“My god,” he chuckled softly before snuggling closer to Neji. “Go to sleep before you get me hard again.”
Neji didn’t answer, and Shikamaru guessed he had already fallen asleep.
A huge smile spread across his face, and he took one more deep breath against Neji’s neck before closing his eyes and falling asleep too.