a/n: Way belated Sasuke's birthday fic I'd been writing for netamashii, who requested a blind date scenario with a twist, among other details. I have most of it already written, but too long to post as a one-shot.

Blind Date

Naruto stared at his phone, re-reading the text he'd received about five minutes ago. It was hard to tell much about a person when all they wrote was Walking from 3rd St. Be there in 5. If he had to guess, he could at least say such a person would have to be concise and that he probably wasn't directionally-challenged? He didn't usually do blind dates, but a guy at work who knew a guy who knew a guy had been so insistent that he agree to this that Naruto said yes mostly so he'd stop asking. It's not as though he'd ever had a problem getting a date, and he'd been on all of the dating apps. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn't. Sometimes he wasn't looking for anything serious. So, tonight was an anomaly. He didn't know anything about the guy he was meeting, not a physical description nor a name. From experience, Naruto could create a conversation out of thin air with anyone, so even if the guy wasn't his physical type, they could have a decent conversation over a nice meal. Unless he was racist. Or an asshole. Or a Republican, he supposed. They'd only exchanged the minimal amount of texts to decide on a location, with Greenwich being a convenient midway point for both of them. Naruto had just clocked out of a 12-hour shift, so he was going to crash after this. That should've been a good enough excuse to leave early if necessary or to deny any unwanted sexual advances.

The restaurant was French. He'd been the one to suggest it but had only been here a handful of times. It was close to NYU, but it was hardly a haven for students. It was mostly young professionals, hipsters even, but it was low-key and had a decent assortment of wine. If it didn't work out with this guy, it did seem one of the French bartenders kept giving him the eye. He'd already scored a free glass of wine as he sat waiting at his two-person table. Having picked up the menu to peruse it for a third time, Naruto didn't immediately notice when someone decided to stand directly in front of his table for long enough that it caught his attention.

Slowly, he glanced up from the menu, not sure if it was the server or -

"Oh."

"Naruto?" The man asked, staring at him and awaiting confirmation.

Naruto's first thought was goddam did this man look sexy dressed in dark jeans, dark shirt, and leather jacket. Very apropos and typical of a gay New Yorker, and not too dissimilar from his own ensemble, except he didn't do leather. At least not for fashion purposes. However, his second thought, was that he looked familiar. Why did he look so familiar to him? Oh, because Naruto had seen him somewhere before, and that had been a gay dance club in Brooklyn. He remembered him clearly because they'd crossed paths on the dance floor and then -

They'd gone out the back door of the club, where Naruto blew him in an alleyway, underneath a fire escape, and just when he'd finished swallowing, the friends he'd been with that evening found him and dragged him away before he could get his own happy ending or ask for the man's name. That had been Naruto's 23rd birthday, so over nine months ago? In all his life, he'd never encountered this type of situation, so in the 10 seconds he had to decide on what his reaction would be, Naruto sat there stupidly with his mouth wide open, which probably was no different from the last time this guy had seen him on that very drunken, hazy evening.

"You are Naruto, aren't you?" The man asked again, but didn't seem to recognize him in the slightest, which meant Naruto was either mistaken or had been forgotten.

"Uh, I am. Sorry." He got up from the table to shake his hand. "It's just. You look familiar. How did you even know it was me?"

"I was told you'd be the blondest man in here, and took a shot since you're sitting alone. I'm Sasuke, by the way. Sasuke Uchiha."

Naruto, who was still holding his hand, managed a smile. "I'm Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki."

"Do you think they set us up because we're both Japanese?" Sasuke asked.

"Heh. It's possible," he said, still conflicted because he was only 80% sure this was the man from that night. Not to say he got around, but Naruto had his fair share of one-night stands in the past year, mostly because a year ago he'd broken up with a long-term boyfriend. If one year could be considered long-term. For him it was, so he did.

"Mind if I sit?" Sasuke asked.

"Yeah, please. Sorry, I really feel like, uh. Do you live in Brooklyn?"

"I do. Why? Where is it you think you've seen me?"

Naruto gave an uncomfortable chuckle, and scratched the back of his head. "You're not the type of guy to get bent out of shape by someone who's direct with you, right?"

The other man raised an eyebrow. "It depends on how you mean, but if you're asking whether I prefer honesty to someone blowing smoke up my ass, that answer should be obvious."

Tilting his head, Naruto smiled even wider at him for his response. "That in itself was a good answer. It's just, I don't mean to make this awkward or anything, but, uh. I'm just gonna put this out there. Does October 10 of last year ring a bell for you?"

"Not particularly, no," Sasuke answered, picking up a menu, but not breaking eye contact with him. "Is this some sort of game? I thought you were implying you'd get to the point?"

"You are a sassy one, aren't you? What is it you do again?" He asked, not particularly offended, but he could pretty much tell Sasuke did not do blind dates often. Naruto imagined he would never need to, which begged the question: why was he here at all?

"I'll tell you that, but can I ask you somethin' first?"

"I suppose so, sure."

Naruto frowned at his flippant reply, but his curiosity was piqued (and his pride at stake because he did know how to give a fucking great blowjob anyone would remember).

"Why did you agree to a blind date?" He asked. "I can tell this isn't somethin' you do often."

"Now, that is rather direct," Sasuke said, also frowning now. "What gives you that impression? Albeit, it's true, but now I'm curious, Uzumaki Naruto."

"You..." Naruto bit his lip, smiling again because he liked being teased. "Alright. How about I just say what I was hopin' you'd remember for yourself. I could be mistaken, but did I blow you in the back alley of some club in East Williamsburg before a group of my friends dragged me away?"

Sasuke blinked at him, and there was a second where the man's eyes narrowed the slightest bit in offense, until a clear moment of dawning and recollection happened upon his features.

"Shit."

Naruto only smiled wider at being able to fluster him, because he had a feeling Sasuke didn't fluster easily. "See. I was tryin' to be delicate about it, but then I just got offended you couldn't even remember. Another reason to guess you don't need to be set up in order to meet men?"

"I… don't know what to say," said Sasuke. "Surprisingly, this hasn't happened to me before. At least, not like this." The skin between his dark brows furrowed, leaving Naruto to imagine that he'd run into tricks before, but not ever on a blind date.

"If this is to weird for you," Naruto managed to say in a steady voice, "We don't have to do this. I don't know about you, but my co-worker had been insisting for some time that he knew a guy who knew someone and so on, and now here we are."

"Same," Sasuke admitted, still looking moderately frazzled. So much so apparently that he grabbed Naruto's water and took a drink.

"You okay?" Naruto asked. "I'm a nurse, so if you're suffering heart palpitations and light-headedness, I can be of some assistance."

"You're a nurse?" Sasuke asked, and finally realized he'd taken Naruto's water. "Sorry."

"I am. Just got off of a shift about," he glanced down at his watch, "Two hours ago."

"Um."

"Yeah?" Naruto asked, half-expecting Sasuke to get up and walk away at any moment.

"For the record, I do remember you," he said. "It's been, yes. Since October." Sasuke's gaze had returned to its earlier coolness, a quality Naruto found attractive, and so now he could at least tell himself that his oral skills weren't entirely forgettable.

While they were looking at one another, he was positive they were both recollecting that night. Admittedly, Naruto had been very drunk, so some of the details were fuzzy, but it was hard to forget a guy with a face and body like Sasuke's. Naruto, though, wasn't a clingy guy by any means. He understood the difference between a one-night stand, or, in this case, a brief encounter in a dark alleyway, so there were no hard feelings if Sasuke wanted to leave. It's not like this was the most comfortable situation he'd ever been either, so he was surprised when the other man offered him a seductive smirk.

"Naruto," he said. "How would you feel about getting out of here?"

Naruto scowled, offended Sasuke was assuming he was easy.

"I mean, just out of this restaurant," Sasuke explained, having sensed his tense reaction to the question. "I think we've already broken the ice, wouldn't you say? There's no chance for a normal evening, so why not do something else?"

"Like what?"

Sasuke shrugged. "There's a bar a few blocks from here called Fat Cat. Usually there's a jazz band. Ping-pong tables, pool, that kind of thing. Would that work?"

Naruto gave it thought. "I'm hungry, though. But, I guess we could get somethin' there? Hell, I'd be fine gettin' food from that bodega on the corner."

Sasuke flashed him a smile. "I'll buy?"

Naruto grinned. "Cheap ass. Figures a guy who can't return certain favors would take a date to a food cart instead of buyin' him a meal at a French restaurant."

"Ah, well. When you put it that way," said Sasuke. "We can definitely stay here, but I guess I assumed you were more of a fly by the seat of your pants kind of guy… Naruto?"

With his dark eyes twinkling suggestively like that, how could Naruto be mad? Plus, he agreed that it was kind of hard to do the whole get-to-you-you spiel when he'd already sucked this guy's dick. Music was always a weakness of his, and he could roast Sasuke's ass in ping pong.

"I suppose I'm not opposed," he said. "As long as I get to whoop your ass at pool."

"Do you really think I'll let you win easily because you give a great blowjob?"

It was Naruto's turn to be flustered. Even when Sasuke stood up from the table, his cheeks were still flushed and red. Laughing, Sasuke was able to sneak between the tables and give him a tug, encouraging him to his feet. Naruto, almost shyly, did get up, and, for the first time, was able to get a whiff of Sasuke's cologne. It was subtle, masculine, and sexy. Just like Sasuke, and, to be honest, exactly how Naruto liked his men. Not that he expected this to go anywhere because, well, what relationship could ever bloom from a back alley encounter? But, he worked hard, and he worked a lot, so he was up for some fun. He was glad Sasuke didn't try to hold his hand or put an arm around him or anything like that. It would've been too much, too soon, but he did like the spontaneity of Sasuke's suggestion. He also liked when Sasuke held the door open for him, and continued holding it for the couple who walked in next. Naruto could appreciate manners, but wouldn't have expected it of him.

"You know," he said, dutifully waiting nearby until Sasuke's door duties came to an end. "I have a feelin' this is going to be a night of surprises. Are you prepared for that, Sasuke? You didn't look so good earlier when I let you in on us havin' already met."

"Well," said Sasuke. "As you already guessed about me and blind dates, they aren't really my thing, so it's almost reassuring that this isn't going to be one."

"I see. You came to me with low expectations, didn't you?" Naruto was flirting, but whatever.

They were both young. Sasuke was definitely sexy, and he must not find him too unattractive given what he could remember of that night when he'd been on his knees, Sasuke's back to the wall and his hands in Naruto's hair - that look on his face the instant he came in his mouth.

Sasuke, pocketing his hands in his jacket, flashed a smirk. Was he remembering it, too?

"Come on, Naruto," he said. "Let me get you that drink I should've bought you 10 months ago."

This time, Sasuke did place a hand on his lower back, but only long enough to get him moving down the sidewalk. They were headed east along 8th Street, the air between them easy-going, and, possibly, a mutual attraction re-building itself even in the face of sobriety.

"You don't owe me anything," Naruto told him. "But, just so you know," he leaned partially into Sasuke's space but not enough to be intrusive. "It was my birthday."

"Ah, fuck," Sasuke said, and Naruto laughed. "In that case. Two drinks."

"Big spender," Naruto remarked, the both of them smiling coyly at each other. "It's okay. I'm a big boy. I can buy my own drinks. We can go dutch. I'm very modern in that regard."

Sasuke chuckled, low and husky. Something about him was very alluring. He was a good looking guy, but there was also… just a vibe. Naruto could understand well why he'd dropped to his knees that night, but it might also be nice to get to know him better. This time, with all their clothes on. Then again, Sasuke had never told him why he'd agreed to a blind date. He didn't strike Naruto as the type in search of a serious relationship. However, it was only a first date, so no need to overanalyze, and unless Sasuke started ticking off all of his pet peeves, he thought it might be fun to simply enjoy the ride.

He was annoyed with himself for never coming here before. After Sasuke so kindly bought him a chicken shawarma from a nearby bodega. Sasuke even shared some of it with him, and since he kept making Naruto laugh, he followed him a couple of blocks over into Fat Cat.

They went down the stairs, Sasuke paying their cover, and like he'd promised, there was a jazz bar playing at the end of the bar. In front of the stage were vintage-looking couches and chairs where people could sit and watch. There were all kinds of ping-pong and pool tables, shuffleboard. After Sasuke bought him a drink (he got a dirty martini, Sasuke got a beer), they found an open pool table and decided to play, with winner buying the second round. Not that he was opposed to paying for anything, but so far Sasuke had picked up all of their tabs.

For a Thursday night, it was crowded. Honestly, it was a fun atmosphere, and he was kicking himself for never coming before, but he lived way uptown so he could be close to the hospital where he worked. They picked out their cues, and Sasuke racked the balls for them. Naruto insisted he break. It also meant he got a nice view as Sasuke bent over the table.

Sasuke happened to glance up. "Did you ask me to shoot first just so you could stare at my ass?"

"Not especially," he answered, an easy-going smile on his face. "It's a nice bonus, though."

Smirking, Sasuke took his first shot, the balls scattering all over the table, with two solids and one stripe sliding into different pockets. He was no amateur at this apparently as it took three shots before Naruto even got his turn, but by the time he was finished, they were about even.

"You're not half bad," Sasuke remarked, standing close by while Naruto chalked the end of his cue.

"You think?" Naruto asked, glancing up from what he was doing. "So, are you gonna tell me more about yourself, or is that the material you save for a second date?"

"No, I don't do second dates very often," Sasuke answered.

"Then why go on a first one at all? Which brings me to the question I asked earlier. Why did you decide to go on a blind date if it's not your thing?"

The other man shrugged and picked up his beer, but without taking a drink. "What do you want to know?"

"The basics, I guess," said Naruto. "Where you grew up, are you a native New Yorker, from somewhere else, what do you do? As a job, for fun? What are your hobbies?"

"Those are pretty cliche things to ask," Sasuke replied.

"They're cliche," he said, "Because they're kinda necessary to get to know someone? If you wanna talk about somethin' deeper we can, but it's only a first date. Or, whatever you wanna call it."

"Alright." Sasuke finally took a sip of his drink. "I was born in Japan, moved with my mother to L.A. when I was three after my parents divorced, moved up and down the west coast throughout my childhood, came out here for college, and never left. Currently I work in the entertainment industry, nothing too exciting. As for hobbies… let's save that for later."

"So mysterious," Naruto said, watching him closely, noting the way his body language had changed. Sasuke wasn't a guy who liked to talk about himself. Fair enough. "So, which do you prefer more? West Coast or East Coast?"

"They both have their good points," Sasuke answered. "Right now, though, I'm in a New York state of mind." He smiled at Naruto, and one of those sexy smiles that made him want to lean in a little closer. "What about you? I know you're a nurse. What's that like?"

"A lot of hours," he said. "Very stressful and sometimes emotionally exhausting, but… also very fulfilling." Naruto gave him another glance. "Wanna keep playin'?"

"Yes. Do you want another?" Sasuke gestured to his empty martini glass.

"Yeah, but get me somethin' different," he said and winked. "You decide."

"Luckily when you do that I find it charming," said Sasuke. "Be right back."

As he walked off, Naruto definitely checked out his ass. If there's one thing he loved, it was a man who had confidence and swagger, and Sasuke had it in spades. Damn. No, he could be cool about this. They were both the type to know how to let loose and have a good time, but is that something he was looking for? He'd said yes to this blind date to shut up his colleague, sure. Yet, in the back of his mind, maybe he was hoping for something… more? Sasuke didn't seem to be looking for anything like that, so he should keep his expectations low. At least in regard to this ever being more than a potential hook-up. Not that he would mind. In fact, he couldn't do a whole lot better than Sasuke. It's just, how long was he going to keep doing stuff like this? All these empty, casual encounters. It wasn't really his style.

Because he was so preoccupied by his thoughts, Naruto goofed his shot. Since he had time to spare, he decided to check his phone for any emergency messages. He wasn't on call, but they were fairly short-staffed at the hospital lately, so it wasn't implausible they'd want him to come in. There were only the usual messages, with one from the friend who'd set him up, asking how it was going. Naruto decided not to respond a he hadn't come to any conclusions and explaining the situation over the phone would've been ridiculous. Not to mention he didn't like to be on his phone during a date, unless it was going horribly wrong. Just as he was putting it into his back pocket, Sasuke walked toward him with whatever drink he'd imagined Naruto would like.

"I'm dyin' of anticipation to know what you ordered for me," Naruto asked, noticing the light green color. "If it's an Appletini, we might have to end this right now."

"Says the guy who originally ordered a martini?" Sasuke asked. "No, I had them do something custom. I used to bartend, so I thought you might like it."

Naruto leaned his cue against the table, walked up to him, and took it from his hand. Their fingers momentarily brushed, sending a pleasant jolt through his body. Thankfully, his hand didn't shake when he took the glass from him and had his first sip.

"Oh shit," he said. "That's really good, Sasuke. What's in it? I taste vodka… and rum?"

"It's called a Tokyo Tea. It's vodka, gin, rum, triple sec, sweet and sour mix, and a melon liqueur."

"So, you were a bartender, huh?" Naruto asked. "I can picture that."

"Is that a compliment?" Sasuke asked, reaching over him to pick up his cue, arm barely brushing Naruto's chest, but it had a mighty impact on Naruto.

He licked his lips, tasting the sweet melon liqueur. "In this case, yeah. Very much."

Sasuke smirked, and leaned in close, his head tilting in such a way that it caused a long, dark piece of bang to fall across his cheek. "Are you having flashbacks?"

Naruto chuckled at his cockiness, eyes sweeping back and forth across the Japanese man's attractive features. It wasn't often he went out with other Asian men, for no reason in particular. They didn't ever seem to gravitate toward him, and he'd never thought about as to why.

"I've been having flashbacks all night," he confessed, his voice low and a fraction husky.

Sasuke's lips parted slightly. "Is that so?"

"But if you think you're gonna get me into an alley a second time, I hate to disappoint you," said Naruto. "I'm not as easy as I made myself out to be that night."

"I never figured that you were," Sasuke replied, turning and taking his shot right next to him, his hip touching Naruto's and the back of his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of pale skin.

"Tease," Naruto muttered, loud enough for him to hear as he drank his Tokyo Tea.

When Sasuke stood, they were shoulder to shoulder, and he was smirking. "Let me try? See if it's as good as the way I make it."

He took the glass from Naruto, their eyes locked the entire time he took a sip, and then handed it back.

"How is it?" Naruto asked. "As good as yours?"

"I can definitely do it better," Sasuke replied. "If you come by my place some time, I'll make something even better."

"Oh, I should go to your place some time?" Naruto smirked. "Are you gettin' ahead of yourself, Sasuke?"

"It was a casual invitation, Naruto." Sasuke leaned in so close, he genuinely thought the man might try to kiss him. "No strings attached."

"No strings attached is exactly how we met."

"It's a first date," Sasuke told him. "Are you looking for something more? Because I can't guarantee that's something I'm in search of right now."

"So, what do you want?" Naruto asked, setting his glass on the edge of the table for the time being. "It would be helpful to know."

"What I want is to kiss you," Sasuke answered. "I want to take you to bed, and properly this time. Give back what you gave to me, but…"

Naruto searched him again, both thrilled and disappointed by his words. "But?"

"You seem to want something else? So, I won't push it. It's not to say I don't find you interesting. I came tonight because a colleague kept pushing it. A boss, really. So, eventually I ran out of excuses. He's married to the man who knows your friend. Now, here we are."

"That's similar to why I said yes, too, so I can't fault you for that," Naruto confessed. "Unlike you, though. Maybe I did have expectations of one date turnin' into another if it went well."

"Then," Sasuke said, turning away from him to line up his next shot. "In your estimate," he looked back at Naruto over his shoulder, "How's it going?"

"The view is nice, at least," Naruto answered. "Is taking it slow completely out of the question?"

"I didn't come tonight with any expectations," Sasuke replied. "No offense."

"None taken." He watched Sasuke take his second shot, leaving only two of his balls remaining, plus the 8-ball. It looked like the next round would be on him. "Do you even wanna do anything after this?"

Sasuke grabbed the chalk, using it on his cue tip. "My schedule is completely clear. What about you? And, aren't you exhausted? Didn't you say you came from a shift? Those tend to be long, don't they?"

"That's true," Naruto said. "It was about 12 hours, and I have to go back in the morning."

"Then I shouldn't keep you out too late, should I?" Sasuke asked. "It could… impact your performance."

Naruto smirked at the provocation. "I think we both know my performance seemed to satisfy you despite how drunk we both were. Your performance, however, is yet to be determined."

"You told me you want to take it slow." Sasuke took his third shot, and since his two balls had been lined up perfectly to slide into a corner pocket, that left only the one.

"It's only an observation," Naruto answered, feeling a heat pooling in his gut. The chemistry between them crackled, and that look in Sasuke's eye told him he felt similarly.

"You're looking at me like you want me to kiss you," Sasuke told him. "But your words are saying something different, so that's the only thing stopping me from making a move on you."

Oh shit. Naruto had to swallow as that feeling in his gut dropped a little lower.

"It's not my intention to give you mixed signals," he nearly whispered.

"It's fine," said Sasuke. "I can go with the flow." He passed by Naruto while walking around the corner, to the opposite side of the table.

Naruto was less sure about what he wanted than before. His dick was starting to ask him what was so wrong with a quick fuck in the bathroom, or even taking Sasuke up on his invitation to visit his place. They couldn't go to Naruto's apartment and have much privacy since he had a roommate. A nosy one at that, who knew he was out on a date.

"Hey, Sasuke," Naruto said while the other man was getting ready to line up the finishing blow that would solidify his defeat.

Sasuke looked up, his gaze a mix of amusement, lust, and curiosity. "Yes?"

"If you win, do you want somethin' else besides a drink?" He smiled. "Somethin' small, I mean, but a compromise. Between what I want, and what you want."

"A kiss?" Sasuke asked.

"Yeah, one kiss."

"Only one? Will you let me pick where?" He was smirking again.

"I pick where," Naruto insisted, eyeing him with humor. "But I'll allow you the privilege."

Sasuke shrugged. "Seems fair."

And, just like that, he took his shot after calling the side pocket. It slipped right in, and Sasuke, setting his cue against the table, came around to Naruto's side. He looked into Naruto's eyes, smiled one of those sexy crooked smiles, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled him in for a kiss so good Naruto's body reacted by taking all the strength from his knees.

If Sasuke hadn't slipped an arm around his waist when he moved in to kiss him, he might have lost his balance. Naruto's head and chest went light, body reacting on instinct. He pressed up against the other man, able to feel his hard muscles through the contact. He forgot they were in public, and he did open his mouth to Sasuke, but only the tips of their tongues touched before Sasuke pulled away. While Naruto struggled to get out his words, like where the hell did you learn to kiss like that, the other man took hold of a piece of his hair and tucked it behind his ear. It was such a charming, endearing gesture that Naruto melted. After pressing a hand to Sasuke's chest and gazing at him like some lovesick schoolboy, he pulled him in close by the front of his shirt and kissed him again. Sasuke gave no complaint, returning the kiss while sneaking a hand under the back of Naruto's shirt.

When they parted, he was definitely breathing heavy. Sasuke was composed, but the look in his eyes was dark, intense, and certainly got the attention of his cock.

Naruto cleared his throat. "Uh… has anyone ever told you you're an amazing kisser?"

"I hope that's rhetorical."

"It has to be because anyone who's kissed you would be lying if they said otherwise."

"Now, why would they say otherwise?" Sasuke mused, still holding him in place, close enough that anyone would've guessed they were about to throw down on top of this table soon.

He shook his head. "No idea. My thought processes have dulled."

"I'm flattered," Sasuke purred near his ear. "But, I am a gentleman. At least tonight I am, so I'm trying very hard to respect your wishes, Naruto."

"And I'm trying very hard to stick to the rules I set for myself tonight."

"And how's that going for you?" Sasuke nipped at his earlobe. "Hm?"

"You sexy bastard," Naruto muttered.

"Now what, Naruto? We can grab one of those loveseats and watch the band for a while, or we can go somewhere else? The city's big. It doesn't have to be my apartment."

"I can't think at the moment," he complained as he felt Sasuke's lips brush the side of his neck.

Sasuke chuckled, his hot breath hitting Naruto's skin. He pulled Sasuke even closer to him, a hand on the other man's back, then his belt, then the top of his ass.

"Aren't you used to making life or death decisions?" Sasuke asked. "Something like this should be very simple for you."

"I've always been better at makin' decisions where other people are concerned than makin' them for myself."

Almost affectionately, Naruto brushed his cheek to Sasuke's. His fingers tracked an upward path alongside Sasuke's spine. With every muscle he skimmed or touched, his mind wandered to thoughts of Sasuke naked, over him in bed, and thrusting into him so hard it wrecked the plaster of the wall, made neighbors complain, and forced the cops to knock down the apartment door. Yet, they'd still be fucking like they were starved for it. That's the kind of sex he imagined with Sasuke. Fucking while the whole world burned down around them.

So, why was he hesitating at all? He didn't know, and his body was definitely protesting his mind, especially when he got Sasuke to groan just from sucking the side of his throat.

Naruto pulled back enough to look at him. "You decide. I don't wanna make any decisions. I know that's pretty selfish, but I just… can't decide what I want?"

"It feels like you've decided what you want," Sasuke teased, taking hold of Naruto's belt so that their lower bodies aligned, and, yes, Naruto was getting excited.

"Argh." Naruto let his head fall onto Sasuke's shoulder.

Chuckling, Sasuke rubbed his back. "It's fine. Let's go somewhere else. Maybe I can toss you in the fountain in the park to cool you down."

"I know you're jokin', but I'm close to saying yes."

"Are we speaking of the fountain, or something else?"

Naruto lifted his head to glare at him. "Sasuke."

Sasuke looked so damn smug and amused, mocking him for finding him attractive and sexy and clearly knowing the effect he was having on Naruto.

"How about a ferry ride?" Sasuke suggested. "It's slow and monotonous. I'll let you ask a few more questions in your attempt to get to know me."

"Fairy ride?" Naruto smirked. "I already told you no sex tonight."

"Very funny." Sasuke stepped back, putting some unwanted space between them. "I'll even let you pay this time."

"The ferry's free, jerk." Naruto picked up his cue, smiling, and then grabbed Sasuke's so he could put them back in their rack on the wall.

When he returned, he finished the rest of his drink, and watched Sasuke's muscled chest as the other man slipped on his leather jacket, neither of them hiding the hungry way they were looking at one another. A ferry ride might possibly calm his nerves. It was a surprisingly romantic suggestion coming from someone who claimed they weren't interested in romance.

"Ready?" Sasuke asked, picking up Naruto's glass after he'd set it down.

"So polite," Naruto said. "Gonna return that to the bartender?"

"I remember what it was like." But, using his free arm, Sasuke directed him toward the bar by wrapping it around his waist.

Sasuke set the glass on the bartop, thanked the male bartender and waved, and then maneuvered Naruto toward the stairs. By then, he'd removed his arm from around his waist, and was jogging up the stairs alongside Naruto. All he could think was there's no way Sasuke could fake that smile, no way he wasn't enjoying himself at least a little bit in his company, and that maybe it wasn't completely impossible to imagine he could sway Sasuke into accepting a second date. Well, at least if the date kept continuing like it had so far.

TBC