Author: Rasengan22

Story: Talk to me

Pairing: Eventual NaruSasuNaru

Important note: Hmm... third time's the charm. The story is: the first time TTM got deleted from here I re-edited it and reposted it but had not saved the edited chapters. So when it got deleted a second time after my FF account got hacked into this past February, I wasn't going to repost because I no longer had the edited (as in better beta'd) TTM version on here. I'd put a lot of time into fixing all ten chapters up, but... a very kind person on LJ by the name of kayassine had saved all the chapters of it and has made it very easy for me to repost this. So, to make it more available, I'm happy to put it back up for you to read. Not quickly, mind you. But I'm hoping, maybe after I move in a couple weeks, if I sit down and reread through this story, I can attempt to... give it an eleventh chapter. -cry- But thank you for the support you've shown this story, which I originally published on here November '06. Please enjoy. Thank you again, kayassine!

Ch. 1: Sasuke

It had been several days where it was like this: Sasuke would go to school, go to work and count the hours until he could go home and get on the phone. He dialed the familiarly long number and waited anxiously as the call rang through.

A chipper voice greeted him. “Hello, Adult Services and Companions Inc., how may I direct your call.”

Sasuke blushed despite himself. “Yeah, I’d like to talk to Naruto.”

“One moment please,” came the all-too cheerful reply.

Sasuke swiveled in his chair, looking from his blank monitor screen back to his neat and tidy bed. He waited, bare foot tapping against the beige carpet.

“Sasuke?”

Sasuke could all but hear the smug tone in the other man’s voice. He nodded and then realized the other man wouldn’t be able to see it.

“Hey.” He said rather shyly. He stilled his nervous swiveling, instead tapping an equally nervous finger on his desk.

“Rough day?” The voice was casual, as if Sasuke hadn’t just dialed a 900 number looking for someone to talk to.

“Tiring mostly. Yours?”

“Hmm. Pretty boring.” The man on the other line let out a deep sigh.

It was strange. Sasuke knew it was wrong in some way. He knew it was probably abnormal for him to seek out this guy who got paid to talk dirty to some balding, overweight man in his 50s or something, but he didn’t have that many friends. And what had started as a scheme to piss off his brother by wasting their family’s money on a phone sex hotline had turned into something entirely unexpected.

He ran his fingers over the keyboard for lack of better things to do.

“Well, tell me about it, dobe.”

The other man made a scoffing noise into the phone. “Don’t call me that, bastard! Just because I told you that I hated when my Japanese professor called me that, doesn’t mean you can!” Sasuke could all but picture a cute pout on the other man’s face despite not knowing what the hell he looked like. Well, he sounded like he was around Sasuke’s age, but there was nothing effeminate about the man’s voice. Actually, Sasuke couldn’t figure out why the hell this guy even worked for a gay phone sex company.

“Fine, fine.” Sasuke smiled into the phone. “Dobe.”

“Whatever, jerk. Just because you’re paying for this call doesn’t mean I have to put up with your shit.”

Sasuke smirked. “I think that’s exactly what that means.”

“Oh.” There was silence. “Well, anyway. Uh, I went to class and it was boooring. The professor was all pissed because I didn’t turn in some lame-ass assignment on like the history of cinema in the early twentieth century.”

Sasuke was up at that point, pacing around his room casually, picking up his knickknacks and then setting them down again, but he was listening attentively. “Well why didn’t you do it? Up late making phone calls?”

Naruto chuckled; it was a soft and sincere sound. “Ass. What are you? Jealous?”

Sasuke’s answer to that was immediate. “Like hell I am, you know why I call.” Sasuke sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the one window in his bedroom. It was already dark out. Late, probably about 10 p.m.

“So you say,” Naruto mocked. “Anyway, it’s ‘cause I forgot to go watch the movie. See, it’s a film class, and you watch some stupid movie that’s either silent or in black and white on one day and the other day is a lab where you sit around and talk about the film you just watched.” Naruto paused. “See?”

“Aah.” Sasuke brushed dark bangs out of his face. His hair was getting long. He needed a haircut.

“Exactly,” interjected Naruto. “So how the hell am I supposed to do the assignment when I haven’t even seen the film? I tried to explain that to the guy, but he just told me I better get it together or I’m going to fail.”

“Um, dobe.” Sasuke ignored the growl over the telephone. He rolled his eyes at the man who couldn’t see the gesture anyway. “Isn’t that a really easy class where you have to be an utter moron to fail it?”

“Hey, hey, shut up! It’s because I have guys like you calling me at all hours of the night lookin’ for a good time. You know ‘cause I got mad skills at doing this.”

Sasuke snorted. “Like I care about your skills. You know I just call to piss off my brother. I can just see his face when he gets the next phone bill.”

“Fine, fine.” Naruto chatted on. He lowered his voice to a husky sounding timbre, “But you’re missing out.”

Sasuke started at the seductive tone, but he shrugged it off. “Anyway, so you didn’t turn in your work, anything else interesting or is your life just that boring?”

“Sheesh, bastard. No wonder you have to call me to have someone to talk to. You’re not exactly Prince Charming over here.” Naruto’s voice sounded defensive.

Sasuke sighed, falling back against his bed, one hand gripping at the phone and the other lying above his head. His fingers fidgeted with dark strands of hair. For a guy doing phone sex for a living, Naruto sure was sensitive.

“It’s more like I don’t care what other people think, Naruto.”

Naruto sounded like he was thinking of a comeback. Sasuke waited for a brilliant retort.

“Yeah, well maybe you’d care what they thought if they found out you called me.” Naruto’s voice was hardly threatening. Actually, it sounded like the boy was put out.

“Oh right,” Sasuke sneered into his silent, empty bedroom. “And I suppose your friends are okay with what you do?” Sasuke stopped to reach over and across to his bedside table, making sure his alarm was turned on so he could make it in time to his first class. If this night was like the rest, then they’d be on the phone for another two hours.

He was sure Naruto shrugged. “Eh. They know I need the money. This pays a lot, and since I don’t have any family, I need all I can get to pay for my ramen and my classes and my apartment.” Naruto sounded like he was fidgeting with something on the other line.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke was standing up and going over to his dresser drawer, removing some boxers that he could sleep in. Naruto was still shuffling something in the background.

Naruto chuckled nervously. “Uh. Homework? I mean I figured since you and I don’t, you know.” Sasuke rolled his eyes again. “Well, then I figured since you’re not going for the hot kinky sex talk, then it’s safe to work on some things.”

Sasuke shrugged out of a black t-shirt that he was wearing. “I guess.”

“What?”

“I said I guess. Do whatever.” Sasuke finished taking off his shirt and was now working at the buckle of his pants.

“Your voice sounded all muffled. What were you doing?”

Sasuke finished slipping his belt off before unfastening the button on his jeans. “Taking off my clothes.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Really?” Naruto sounded curious. “So you are a pervert!” Naruto laughed, the sound pleasant to Sasuke’s ears, which were now a shade of red.

“Hn. You wish, dobe.” Sasuke hopped on one foot, attempting to take off his pants while holding the phone. They fell to his ankles along with his boxers. He was too tired to take a shower tonight, but he was still anal about some things, so if he was going to sleep he wanted a clean pair of boxers to do it in.

“Maybe.” Was Naruto’s one word reply.

Sasuke had to think on that one for a second. There was a semi-uncomfortable moment before Sasuke cleared his throat.

“But seriously Naruto, do you enjoy doing what you do?”

“Eh. It’s a living, I guess.”

Sasuke put on his clean pair of boxers and pulled back the sheet on his bed before getting in, the warmth wrapping around his body. He figured that was a fair enough response for now. Apparently brushing his teeth would have to wait, too. He and Naruto weren’t exactly at the let’s-talk-while-we-listen-to-each-other-brush-our-teeth-over-the-phone phase yet.

“But.” Sasuke was surprised to find himself embarrassed to ask this. “Well, how do you do it?”

“Wuddaya mean, how do I do it? How do I do what?” Sasuke had to slap his hand to his forehead at that one. “Sasuke, what was that noise?”

“That was me slapping my forehead because you’re such a moron. I meant, well, you talk to older, creepy guys looking to get off.” Sasuke said that and then chided himself for sounding so stupid. Of course Naruto knew what he did for a living, but what he wanted to know was how he could live with it.

“Well,” Naruto pondered thoughtfully, and Sasuke heard something in the background that sounded like a pencil tapping against. “I mean, it’s easy, you know. Not everyone calls looking to get off. Some people wanna talk, you know like you do.” Naruto’s voice was teasing. “But when I have to do more, you know, I throw a couple of dirty words in there and wait a while and then add some moaning and then an ‘Oh God I’m cumming.’ ”

Sasuke frowned. He shifted under his blankets, trying to find a more comfortable position. “Hn. Sounds kind of cheesy.”

Naruto sighed. “It can be, I guess.”

Sasuke was curious. “Do you ever feel guilty or anything for pretending?” Sasuke rolled to his side, this time facing a wall with a poster of one of his favorite rock bands, The Doors.

“Who said I pretend?” Naruto slipped into that seductive voice again. It was breathy and low. Despite himself, Sasuke found it difficult to tell if Naruto was mocking or flirting when he did that.

“Please.” Sasuke hoped his voice wasn’t obviously a bit higher.

“Since you asked so nicely, Sasuke.” The voice was smooth like silk, confident and sure.

“Naruto, I told you you don’t have to do that with me.” Sasuke tried to make his voice sound stern, but it came out quieter than he anticipated.

The voice was even lower this time. “Why, Sasuke?” It was practically purring at him. “Don’t you wanna know what I say to make them cum, huh? How I make them scream my name?”

Sasuke shivered. This was going too far. “Naruto," he said sternly. "Cut it out.”

Naruto laughed into the phone. “Gomen. Gomen.”

“What?” Sasuke asked, confused.

“Oh, sorry. It means sorry in Japanese. I’m working on my Japanese homework. Anyway, I’m kidding. I know you’re the perfect embodiment of a male heterosexual. That’s why you called the gay hotline instead of the one for straight men, right?”

Sasuke didn’t know what to say to that. He wasn’t exactly sure of that himself other than he’d been flipping through some shredded-up copy of the Village Voice, which had a bunch of 900 numbers in the back. He'd simply picked one of the first ones he saw.

“Uh, well. It was sort of an accident.” Sasuke shifted onto his stomach now, the side of his face buried in a pillow. His fingers were starting to cramp so he wiggled them.

“Whatever, dude. I’m the last person that will judge you about your sexual preferences.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow and scrunched his nose. “Huh?”

Naruto’s laughter filled Sasuke’s ear. Sasuke had to admit the other man was rather charming. Well, at least when he was laughing. Not necessarily when he was talking. When he talked, he sounded like an ass for the most part.

“Wait?” Sasuke was running through their previous conversations over the past three days. “I thought you were straight but just were down on your luck so you had to work there. Are you gay?”

“Honestly, you’re the one calling for gay phone sex. I work as a gay phone sex operator. And to think I thought you were smart or somethin’.”

Well that made sense, but. “Wait. So you are gay?” Sasuke perched himself on his elbows.

“You say that like it’s a crime. But no, I guess I’m not gay. I’m sort of bi-sexual. Er. Or somethin.’ Undecided, I guess.”

Sasuke snorted and fell back down and off his elbows, hair spiking up around him as it nestled back on the pillow. “Undecided? What, is it up for a vote?”

He smiled as Naruto snorted and proceeded to laugh for a good ten seconds.

“Wow, that was funny, bastard. Who knew you could tell a joke, huh? It’s hard to believe you have no friends!”

Sasuke sighed. “Well, I try.”

“What about you?”

Sasuke’s hand rose and gripped at one of the bars of his metal headboard, fingers twisting around it and moving up and down. When he realized the perverted motion he was making, he stopped.

“Hn. Well,” Sasuke didn’t know how to start.

“Well have you ever had any boyfriends?” Naruto sounded like me might be gnawing at the end of a pencil. Sasuke wanted to make a comment about oral fixation, but bit his tongue. That wasn’t a path that they should travel down.

“No…” Sasuke said slowly.

“Are you sure, ‘cause you don’t sound sure.” Naruto’s voice was light, and Sasuke thought he might be smiling.

“No, I’ve never had any boyfriends,” Sasuke completed the thought.

“Girlfriends?”

“Hn. Not that I cared about.” Dammit, Sasuke had to stop himself from jerking off his headboard again. He dropped his hand back to his side.

“A cold bastard like you? I find that hard to believe,” Naruto’s tone dripped with sarcasm.

“Hn.”

“That’s your answer for everything, and that’s not even a real response.”

“Hn.”

“Damnit, bastard, stop saying that!” Naruto’s voice rose higher in agitation.

“What, aren’t you used to monosyllabic words, grunts and moans?” Sasuke smirked.

“Hey, that was low. Very low,” Naruto grumbled. It was weird. It was almost like Naruto was right there with him, but whispering in his ear. Sasuke shook away the thought with a nod of his head. “Hey, jerk, you realize we’ve been talking for over an hour, right?”

Sasuke looked over at the clock. “Really? Because it felt like longer," he said sarcastically. His eyes were getting heavy, but there was something so soothing about Naruto’s voice and the easy way they talked to one another. If they weren’t in the situation they were in now, they probably would’ve been good friends. Or rivals. He wasn’t sure which.

“Ouch, that hurt.” Naruto made a fake noise like he was crying. “Oh, Sasuke-bastard, he hates me. I can never go on living again. Boo hoo.”

“Shut up, dobe.”

“Do you even know what that means? I mean I’m the one who told you about the word, but hell, it could mean lover in Japanese for all you know!”

Sasuke ruffled his hair. Too easy. “So your professor refers to you as lover in class?”

Sasuke laughed when Naruto started sputtering. “Wh-. No. That’s-. I didn’t say that!”

“Dobe.”

“Baka.”

“Moron.”

“Teme!”

“Stupid!”

“Gyaah. They don’t pay me enough to listen to your insults, you jerk!” Naruto huffed into the phone.

“So you concede?” Sasuke scratched absently at a spot on his bare chest, enjoying their banter immensely. He hadn’t smiled or laughed like this in a long time.

“Never!” Came Naruto’s defiant cry. “Sheesh, though. Do you make everything into a competition?”

Sasuke thought short and hard about it. “Yes,” he answered simply.

“Oh.” Naruto offered dumbly. “Well, so long as you know. Hey, Sasuke?”

“Hmm?” Sasuke’s lids were getting heavier so he closed them a little. Just to rest. He held the receiver closer to his ear.

“Wuddaya look like?” Well that wasn’t what Sasuke was expecting. His eyes shot open a little more than half way. “Why?” Was his instantaneous response before he could clamp his sweaty palm over his mouth.

“Just wonderin’. Don’t need to get all bent out of shape.” Naruto sounded hurt.

“Naruto, I didn’t mean it like that.” He took the hand that had turned traitor and laid it on his stomach, fingers splayed out over his abs.

“I’ll tell ya what I look like.” Sasuke had to admit he was a little curious. Not that they had done anything that warranted needing to know Naruto’s physical attributes.

But still.

He was curious. Hesitantly he opened his mouth, somewhat afraid of what would come out. “Okay,” Sasuke drawled.

“Hm. Well I’m about 5’1. Probably about 280 lbs, pretty bad skin, my hair’s kinda like this emo-colored purple streaked mess, and I bite my nails so they’re pretty much nubs. Oh, and I got halitosis.”

“Uhh,” Sasuke started, his stomach momentarily sinking for some unknown reason before he realized the moron was probably kidding. He smiled. “Sounds hot.”

Naruto laughed again. Hard. The gentle sound rang in Sasuke’s ear, and he had to smile to himself. He loved that he could make Naruto laugh. He wished he could think of funnier things to say because he could listen to that sound all night.

Through continuing fits of giggles which Sasuke found somewhat endearing, Naruto tried to talk.

“No, okay, seriously.” Ha. Ha. Ha. “Okay, I’m done.” Ha. Ha. Ha. “Wait.”

“Hn.” Sasuke bit back a snicker of his own. He raised his his hips and arched his back. His muscles were getting stiff, so he stretched. Sasuke was aware Naruto hadn’t answered. “Well?”

“Oh, you seriously want to know? I thought you didn’t care since I’m a guy, and you’re a straight guy, or asexual or whatever.”

“Asexual?” Sasuke repeated. He hadn’t thought of that, but that was a possibility. He thought it was more because he’d just never found anyone that interested him. He was just selective. He didn’t fall all over the first bimbo with big tits and no brain that fawned all over him.

“Yeah, asexual, it means you don’t like eith-”

“I know what it means!” Sasuke interrupted.

“Oh, right.” Naruto said sheepishly, seemingly while stifling a yawn.

“You tired?” Sasuke asked, lids drooping again.

“A little.” Naruto yawned outright this time.

“Doesn’t that upset your customers when you yawn in the middle of a smut session?” Sasuke was starting to drift off, the only sound reverberating around him was Naruto’s voice.

“Well maybe you should be less boring!"

“Hey, I’m paying you to do all the work,” Sasuke muttered. “Naruto?” His voice sounded far away, almost too gentle to be his own.

“Yeah?” Naruto’s voice was low, but not in that seductive manner from before. He just sounded like a good pal, sharing talk about stupid life things in the night. While Sasuke was in bed. Well, and he was being charged about 3.50 a minute for the conversation to take place.

“What do you look like?” Sasuke tried again.

Naruto sighed, a tired sigh, but the kind that comes when one feels utterly relaxed. “Blond, spiky hair. Blue eyes, a very tall 5’7”. I used to live on the beach, so I’m pretty tan I guess. My bod’s like rock hard, dude. It’s hot. HOT!”

Sasuke snorted loud, the sound waking him a little more. “Sounds cute.” His eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud!

There was a pause. Then, “thanks, jerk.” But it sounded genuine to Sasuke, and there was no teasing.

“I should let you go, Naruto. We both sound tired. Am I your last call for the night?” Sasuke asked that offhandedly, but he kind of wanted to be the last person talking to Naruto tonight.

Naruto stifled a yawn. “Yeah. You’re my last one. So, same time tomorrow night? Damn, I hope your brother doesn’t kill you. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Sasuke snickered. “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Well, talk to you tomorrow then.”

“Goodnight, dobe.” Sasuke couldn’t help the not so subtle sigh that escaped his lips, but he chalked it up to exhaustion. He looked at the clock to find it was near midnight.

“G’night, bastard.”

Sasuke hung up the phone when it went silent, placing it next to the alarm clock. He snuggled into his blankets, tucking them underneath his sides before his arms fell over the top of the comforter.

In the dark, Sasuke smiled. He only hoped tomorrow would go by quickly.