A First Time for Everything

“What’s sex like?”

Naruto froze mid-bite, his chopsticks hanging inches from him mouth. The noodles slipped back into the bowl of soup with a small splash, a painfully obvious noise in the silence that ensued after Gaara’s question.

Naruto coughed and set the chopsticks down, “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve never experienced it before,” Gaara said matter-of-factly.

“Well, uh,” Naruto fumbled for the words, “Well, I’m not exactly the guy to ask. I’ve, uh, never done it before.”

“I see.”

Naruto sighed inwardly as they got through that conversation. Not that he minded talking with the young Kazekage; it was just the awkwardness of some of the questions he asked.

Again, Naruto quietly cursed Kankuro for enlightening Gaara in some of the dirtier aspects of life.

Gaara had informed him a week earlier that he would come to visit. It was the reason why the two jinchuuriki were sitting in Naruto’s apartment, slurping instant ramen noodles out of Styrofoam bowls.

Gaara picked at the vegetables in his soup, “Do you think you could show me?”

“Show you what?” Naruto asked absently, sipping his soup.

“Sex.”

Naruto choked, and the spice burned down his throat. He coughed a few times, gulped down a glass of water.

“You should be more careful when eating the soup.”

“Um, not to offend you or anything, but why me? Unless you’re, er…”

“I’m not gay,” Gaara said offhandedly, “At least, I don’t think I am. I don’t have that kind of attraction to you, Naruto, but I feel that you’re the only I can comfortably have sex with.”

Naruto cocked his head, somewhat understanding how Gaara felt. For Gaara, who had been shunned and rejected until only recently, was still unfamiliar with camaraderie and companionship.

And then that bastard Kankuro probably took advantage of that and told him sex was the way to go.

Naruto scratched his head, “Well… I doubt you’ll enjoy it, but… I suppose I could try…”

“Okay. Kankuro told me…” Gaara pulled out a shiny packet from his pocket, “I would need this. How do I use it?”

Naruto flushed when he saw the condom twinkling innocently in Gaara’s hands and snatched it from him, “We won’t be needing that.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just, get on the bed, please.”

“Very well.” Gaara stood, brushed some dust from his robes and relocated onto Naruto’s bed.

Naruto started tidying up their quick supper in an attempt to stall for time. But then Gaara pulled out another handy little item from his robes, “Kankuro also said I might need this.”

A bottle of orange scented lubricant.

Naruto felt his cheeks heat up again and wondered just why exactly Kankuro had all these particular sex items.

“Do we need it? Or should I toss it?”

“Uh, actually, we probably need that.”

“Okay.” Gaara set it by the bed, and Naruto warily watched him, “Did Kankuro give you anything else?”

“Well, he wanted to, but I’m pretty sure he was just joking with me. Most of the items he wanted me to take looked like they came from a torture chamber. Naruto, if you feel uncomfortable doing this, you don’t have to force yourself. I was merely curious, that’s all.”

Naruto laughed nervously, “What makes you think I’m uncomfortable?”

“You’ve been cleaning that spot for the past several minutes,” Gaara said pointedly.

Naruto tossed the dishrag into the sink, “Just a dirt stain. You ready?”

“Are you?”

Naruto exhaled heavily, “No, but let’s do this.” He stripped off his top as he clambered onto his bed, straddling Gaara.

Gaara allowed himself a quick moment of admiration of Naruto’s toned body, muscular due to rigorous training and tanned from his many days in the sun.

Meanwhile, Naruto was inspecting Gaara’s robe, trying to figure out just exactly how one could take it off. After a few minutes of clumsy movement, turning, and twisted, Naruto managed to get the robe off and tossed it to the side of the bed.

Underneath Gaara was wearing simple garb traditional of the Sand ninjas, a thin shirt and pants with a fishnet underneath.

Thankfully, Gaara took off his own shirt, deciding that he didn’t want to go through the whole dilemma of removing clothes, and soon enough his pale body was bare for Naruto’s blue orbs to see.

Naruto’s calloused fingers ghosted over his skin, and involuntarily, Gaara shivered. It was amazing how sensitive his skin had become.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Naruto muttered. He dipped down, and his lips grazed Gaara’s cheek while his hand slipped around the slender neck.

Gaara lifted up his hands, hesitantly, and then gently cupped Naruto’s cheek, “You can do whatever you want.”

Naruto moved so that his lips hovered over Gaara’s and then their eyes met. Naruto was drowning in those sea-green eyes, and he leaned in, lips meshing with Gaara’s.

It wasn’t a spectacular kiss, but it was tender and tasted of spiced ramen soup. Gaara didn’t at all mind the taste, though he did wonder why Naruto’s tongue was flailing about like a fish out of water.

Naruto broke away and trailed kisses down to his throat while his hand tangled itself in Gaara’s red locks.

The red-head like the way Naruto was rubbing his head; it felt like a father, like he was loved.

Naruto growled and lightly nipped at Gaara’s ear. He gently nuzzled at Gaara’s throat as he fumbled with his pants, trying to shimmy them off.

Gaara let his hands skim over Naruto’s flesh, enjoying the way the blonde shuddered under his touch.

Finally liberated from the pants, Naruto slid down Gaara’s, using his knee to push it out of the way. As he did so, he broke away and looked down at Gaara anxiously, hoping that it wasn’t going too terribly.

Gaara’s face was as stoic as ever, but Naruto didn’t have to be able to read minds to know what was going on. Their members hung limply, not even the slightest bit aroused.

Gaara had seemed to notice it as well, and swiftly, before Naruto could do anything about it, clamped his mouth around Naruto’s head and started sucking at it.

Naruto whimpered as blood rushed into that oh-so-vital organ, stiffening it to the point of slight discomfort. It really was an odd sensation, having Gaara’s tongue touch him that one private area, but not at all unpleasant.

Gaara pulled away, and Naruto was surprised to see that Gaara was erect as well.

“You make interesting sounds as you are aroused,” Gaara remarked.

Naruto blushed, but hid it as he reached for the bottle of lube. He lathered it around his fingers and his member, wondering how he was supposed to do this.

Gaara turned onto his stomach and held up his tight butt, a vision that would stay burned in Naruto’s memory for years to come, “Like this?”

Naruto nodded, although he really had no clue as to what he was doing. He got on his knees and hovered before Gaara’s butt, still trying to figure out the best method to take.

Gaara turned his head, “Come on, Naruto. Take me.”

Naruto nodded, although it was more to himself, and quickly buried himself into Gaara.

A scream erupted from Gaara’s throat. KAMI, that HURT!!! Where was the pleasure in this?!?!

Naruto, mistaking the scream as something of pleasure, slid halfway out and rammed back in.

Luckily for the blonde, he managed to hit the prostrate, and Gaara gasped as pleasure rolled into him. Fire licked at him from the inside, and he was burning. “More,” he rasped.

Naruto went again, slowly getting into a rhythm, and he could feel beads of sweat dribble down his back. It was getting awfully warm, but he couldn’t stop. Kami, Gaara sounded delicious every time his mouth formed sound.

Gaara couldn’t breathe properly, his body was wracked with erratic tremors, and he couldn’t even restrain his voice. Every time Naruto hit him, his toes curled and his mind was blown by the intense pleasure of it all.

It was a primal desire, carnal in every aspect, and Gaara reveled in it. For too long, he had gone denying his avarice, his lust to destroy everything in his path. Because although he was devoted to protecting Suna now, he still harbored that murderous intent.

That craving to kill.

But this… This was so much better. The euphoria he felt when killing didn’t compare to the potency of the pleasure he was feeling now.

Naruto breathed as evenly as he could as he reached the climax, and slowed down. His seed spilled just as he pulled out, so the milky liquid spilled over his sheets. Moments later, Gaara, too, released himself, and then collapsed.

Naruto fell beside him, panting heavily, “Gaara…”

“Hmm?” Gaara closed his eyes and proceeded to burn the feeling of sexual pleasure into his memory. It would be something he’d treasure forever, but of course, no one else would know that.

“Was it…okay?”

Gaara leaned in and kissed him, softly, gently. As he pulled away and smiled, “Does that answer your question?”

GAH, that is a horrible ending, I know. I’m sorry, I suck at ending things. Which is why you see lots of unfinished stuff and maybe like two things that are finished (and only because they’re oneshots…)

I don’t know where the inspiration for this came from. I’m supposed to have severe writer’s block but I didn’t have too much trouble writing this. The only annoying part was the fact that it doesn’t seem to make much sense.

-sigh- Well, I hope you guys enjoyed… I’m gonna lay down and rest… XD

Until next time…