Name: Strip For Me
Summary: Let's just say Naruto knows how to undress a certain Uchiha.
Rating: T. Because I say so.
Note: Just… don't ask o.o.
Strip For Me
"Don't call me that!" he yelled, pointing a finger. Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Why do you wear those… sock thingies?"
"Yeah, you know, those things around your arms! Do you use them to hold ramen or something?"
"Idiot, why would I want to do that?"
"So, they're useless?"
"No, they're not useless!"
"Well, what do you use them for then?"
"Hn." Sasuke took off the 'sock thingies'. He could see Naruto grinning sheepishly next to him and vaguely wondered what the dobe was up to.
"Sasuke, why do you wear that shirt?" Ah.
"To keep fangirls away from me."
"But they aren't here right now, so that shirt is useless too!"
"Because it's cold."
"Is not! It's thirty degrees (AN: Celsius, not Fahrenheit. I have no idea what it is in Fahrenheit, but thirty degrees Celsius is pretty warm)." His fox-like grin widened as Sasuke took off his shirt, a mildly amused smirk on his face. He watched as Naruto scooted closer to him, grinning slyly as he tugged at the waistband of his pants.
"So, Sasuke, why are you wearing those pants?"