Pancakes By Hk Keiji

Rating of current chapter: M

Summary: Konohamaru is forced to sleep with other men to survive, that is, until Naruto comes into his life.

Konohamaru wanted to slap himself.

How could he have been such an idiot, inviting this... this Naruto to hang out with him tonight. What on earth did he think he was doing? The guy had just told him that he broke up with his girlfriend, he shouldn't have been hitting on him that fast.

Oh lord, he thought to himself. I'm hitting on him.

He swallowed thickly and tried to shake the immature thoughts out of his mind.

Friends.

Two friendly guys hanging out, that is all.

He felt his heartbeat quicken slightly. He wondered where they were going to "hang out."

Chewing his lip, he glanced at his watch.

He was standing outside Moegi's cafe, which was closed, at 7 in the night. The air was chilly enough to make his hair stand on end. He was nervous. Nervous to meet Naruto. Nervous they wouldn't get along. Nervous maybe, because he was the only person apart from Moegi and Udon who was nice to him. And wanted to know him.

Not just after his body.

He jerked slightly when he saw the familiar blonde turn around the corner.

"Naruto," his lips couldn't help but twitch into a smile.

The blonde grinned cheerfully, almost bouncing over to his side and casually flinging an arm over his shoulder. Konohamaru tensed, flinching slightly when Naruto ruffled his hair playfully. He smelled good tonight, like shampoo.

"Konohmaruuuuu," Naruto laughed with his sky blue eyes. "What do you fancy tonight?"

Swallowing, he shrugged as coolly as he could manage. "Up to you."

It wasn't as if he knew any places where normal people went to hang out.

Naruto tilted his head slightly, thinking. His lips smiled.

"Let's have some ramen! If... you don't mind eating it, hah," Naruto chuckled to himself. "My friends are sick of it now."

Konohamaru couldn't help but grin and snort at the same time.

"I think the ramen shops closed by now."

Naruto's expression fell. "That sucks," he bit his lip thoughtfully."Well... there is another place."

"Sure," he swallowed again, shrugging. He followed after Naruto, falling into a calm pace next to the older blonde man. Occasionally, he'd feel his arm brush against the other, sending shivers up his spine; and it wasn't the cold doing that.

Looking up at Naruto, he could see the blue eyes looking a little emptier than usual. Even the smile on his lips had faded away. Naruto noticed Konohamaru staring at his features and turned to the boy, giving him a big grin. But Konohamaru felt uneasy. It wasn't a real smile.

"Here," Naruto pointed, tugging at Konohamaru's sleeve. "Hotdogs!"

Konohamaru partially gaped, and grinned all of a sudden, running after the laughing blonde.

"You're kidding, hotdogs?" He snorted, although he was secretly excited. He hadn't eaten hotdogs for ages, and the memory was making his mouth water with anticipation.

The park was completely empty, save for a few couples sitting on the benches. It was dark and cold. But when he looked into Naruto's eyes he couldn't help but smile. Giving in, he waited until Naruto paid for his hotdog before ordering his.

Then silently cursed himself for not bringing enough money. He bit his lip quietly.

"I'll just have the plain..." he mumbled, fumbling for the last of his coins in his pocket.

"He'll have the same as me," Naruto suddenly said, putting money on the plastic counter. "With chips and the full shebang!"

Konohamaru shook his head but the hotdog man had already accepted the money before he could refuse.

"I-I can pay for my own food, dobe!"

"Sure," Naruto snorted, ruffling his hair. "My treat, eh? Come on I see a free bench."

Konohamaru almost gave an exhasperated sigh at the older man. He waited until the warm hotdog was handed to him, then went over to where Naruto was happily tucking into his food. He was even throwing a few crumbs out to the late night pigeons.

He sat cautiously next to Naruto, making sure there was a sufficient gap between them.

Bit into the hotdog, and almost moaned.

God the hotdog tasted good! All the sauces and cheesy toppings filled his mouth and warmed him up immediately. He closed his eyes, chewing through his hotdog carefully, making sure not a crumb or drop was wasted from his delicious meal.

He even licked the tinfoil for the barbeque sauce when he was finished.

Then he noticed Naruto staring at him.

Coughing slightly with a blush, he folded up the tinfoil quickly.

"What," he muttered, glancing down at Naruto's food. "Finished?"

"Yeah, a while ago..." Naruto suddenly smiled a bit. "You enjoyed it didn't you?"

Konohamaru blushed again. "I just like to savour my food, unlike some people," he said quickly.

Naruto's smile faded.

"You... don't eat much do you?" He bit his lip. "I never see you eat unless I pay and..."

"Well you never see me anywhere else!" Konohamaru snapped, then looked down.

A warm hand touched his, and when he looked up, he found that Naruto had slid over the bench to sit next to him. He shivered a bit, feeling the warmth radiating from the other man. Naruto shuffled a bit, sliding off his warm jacket before putting it over his shoulders.

His mouth struggled to find words. "Th-thanks."

"You look cold," Naruto said, looking into his eyes. Then looked down at the hand he was holding. "Your wrists are so skinny..."

Konohamaru quickly pulled them away.

"Hey, I'm a teenager, we're all scrawny," he laughed, but it died out. Naruto kept looking at him, seeming closer.

"I remember when I was younger, I was like you," a pause. "Skinny, kind of. I didn't have a proper job back then but, someone helped me..."

"Is that what you're doing?"

Naruto blinked. "Doing what?"

"Trying to help me. I don't need. Your. Help."

Konohamaru moved to get up but Naruto dragged him back down onto the seat.

"That's not what I meant," he said quickly, sighing. "I mean, you have a boyfriend to look after you anyway..."

Suddenly Konohamaru felt his mobile vibrate.

His boyfriend...

He clutched at his pocket, willing the vibration to go away, but then the phone started ringing. Unable to cancel the call in front of Naruto, he forced himself to pick up the mobile. He lifted to his face, getting up from the bench and walking away a bit.

He didn't want Naruto to hear.

"...10 minutes, Francesco Hotel, floor 6, room 602..."

Konohamaru bit his lip, looking back at the blonde. "A regular?" The address was all too familiar.

"...He want's you again... won't take the other boy, you know how it is..." He swallowed. Hard. "...The pay is double, if you stay overnight..."

He paled, and closed his eyes.

"I-I'll be there."

The call was cut off, and he slid the mobile back into his pocket.

"Everything all right?" Naruto asked, looking concerned.

"Oh... yeah, great. Fine. Listen um... I have to... you know... boyfriend," He laughed nervously, unable to meet the blue eyed gaze.

"Right, I see," The blonde said briskly, understanding. He sighed, then chuckled. "Kono, you have sauce on your lips..."

Konohamaru frowned, lifting his hand to wipe it away but Naruto stopped him.

Before he could realize, soft lips were on his.

His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, Naruto's warm breath on his face, the damp sweetness pressed against him...

It felt colder when he moved away, grinning.

"Have a good night, Kono. Keep the jacket."

Konohamaru could barely register, nodding. "Y-you too, Naruto," he mumbled.

He licked his lips nervously.

Stupid customers.

Stupid job.

The night had gone so perfectly before... before the stupid call.

He closed his eyes momentarily, composing himself before he ringed the doorbell. Room 602, the room which practically belonged to the same man each time who used it for "service". It sent shivers up his spine from his very first experience here... sometimes he was forgiving. Sometimes...

The door opened.

He walked in quickly, brushing past the man and began to take off his clothes quickly. Efficiently.

"...pretty boy..."

The whisper was on his neck, replaced with chapped lips. His eyes rolled shut at the sick sensation, trying to remember Naruto's lips.

Naruto's soft, sweet lips. Lips that sometimes talked too much, lips which grinned and made him melt.

Soft, sweet lips which made his mind feel dizzy.

He stroked the smooth arm and kissed him back, trying to taste more of the blonde man.

Wishing stupid wishes.

hm.

my writing is like stale cake.

xx keiji