Chapter 5
He can’t remember what argument prompted it but somehow Sasuke finds himself in Naruto’s kitchen, aggressively frying onions with the intention of force-feeding Naruto some actual food.
“-and what’s his deal anyways? It’s always about the basics with this guy! We learned that stuff at the academy-”
“Yet somehow you still don’t know it.”
“Oi, shuddup I’m talking here.”
Sasuke rolls his eyes, turning away from his onions to crack a few eggs into a bowl and whisk.
“-that stupid mask. Betcha he’s ugly. It’s probably why he can’t get a girlfriend and is forced to read those pervy books all day.”
Sasuke hums, agreeing despite himself. Their sensei’s pastime was very much something he disapproved of.
“-so great about it anyways? Kissing isn’t that fun at all.”
Sasuke snorts, shooting an unimpressed look Naruto’s way, his friend perched on the kitchen chair with one foot up on the seat. “Like you would know.”
“I do know!”
“Who would kiss you?”
“Bastard! You did!”
Sasuke bodily spins, spatula raised like a weapon. “I did not.”
“What, is your memory going already?” Naruto grumbles, arms crossed and eyes all squinty in his annoyance. “We kissed.”
“That was not a kiss,” Sasuke spits, spinning back to his cooking and putting an end to the conversation.
“Are you stupid? Our lips touched! For like, a whole moment! That’s a kiss.”
“It’s not,” Sasuke growls. He doesn’t know why he cares so much. It was dumbass Naruto that had ‘pranked’ him with that in the first place, though he’d paid for it almost directly afterwards, the girl’s infatuation being a good thing for once. “That was just…a head-butt. You can’t judge kissing based on that.”
Naruto hums, and Sasuke takes the time to fry up the rest of the ingredients, trying to shake out the tension he’d gathered in his shoulders. All the needs to add is the rice but he’d give the vegetables an extra second to soften. The rice was leftover from yesterday’s dinner…which he’d also had at Naruto’s. To be fair, he hadn’t even known Naruto had a rice cooker let alone knew how to use it, but that was the extent of Naruto’s knowledge so here Sasuke is. Frying rice.
A hand falls on his forearm, but Sasuke has grown used to how oddly sneaky Naruto could be and doesn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow.
“We should kiss.”
Sasuke splutters, ripping his arm away from Naruto and raising his spatula again, making sure to keep an arms length difference between them. “What?”
Naruto looks up at him, eyes wide and earnest and completely unashamed as if he hadn’t just said something insane. “Yeah! Look, if that doesn’t count then I still haven’t kissed anyone! How can I call myself a man with that gap in my life experience?”
“You’re not a man,” Sasuke says shortly, batting away Naruto’s grabby-hands as he tried to draw closer. “So there.”
Naruto scrunches up his nose. “Well, you’re not a man either then.”
Sasuke scowls. He picks up the bowl of leftover rice and carefully maneuvers around Naruto to dump it in the pan, quickly flicking his spatula and moving the pan to properly mix it.
“…don’t you wanna know?”
“What goes on inside that brain of yours? Absolutely not.”
Naruto throws his hands in the air. “Bastard! No, I mean…what it feels like.”
He presses his lips together, refusing to answer. The rice is sizzling nicely. He’d done an excellent job.
“Oh my god, you do.”
“Shut up!”
Naruto throws back his head, his laughter shaking his body. Sasuke barks at him to get the table set up and Naruto’s in such a good mood now he does, his earlier ire against Kakashi forgotten.
The rice is excellent, as expected, and Naruto polishes off three bowls by himself. He reclines on his seat, holding his stomach reverentially. Sasuke tries not to feel too pleased.
“We should kiss.”
Sasuke groans. “No.”
“But you wanna know, right? So what’s the big deal?”
He eyes him like Naruto’s stupid, a gesture well-practiced. Instead of offense, Naruto grins. “How do you know kissing is a big deal if you’ve never done it? What if you build it up in your head and when you actually get the chance find out it actually sucks?”
Sasuke takes a moment to consider that, then narrows his eyes at Naruto suspiciously. The logic is sound, which means something is very wrong here.
Naruto takes his silence as acquiescence and whoops, getting to his feet and looms over Sasuke, completely foreboding.
“Uh,” Sasuke says intelligently, before his lips are stolen from him.
Naruto’s eyes are closed, face scrunched in concentration and way too close, but his lips are relaxed despite being a bit chapped. He has both his hands squishing Sasuke’s cheeks, but in a moment he softens his grip and just holds him. Sasuke doesn’t know what to do, shocked still, but Naruto moves against him in a way that puts his heart in his throat and it’s like he has no choice but to respond, moving his lips in a gentle press. Naruto makes a sound and his blood sings, something ecstatic and new fluttering in his chest that he never wanted to stop.
It’s over too soon.
“Wow,” Naruto says, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes. Sasuke can’t respond, feeling feverish. “You were right! That was a lot better than before!”
And then Naruto’s kisses him again.