#naruita

This silly little affair that the fates demanded of him, ending up in a peculiar situation with his brothers best friend and his boss's son. He quite likes it. Kissing the blonde when the moon hangs high in the sky, refusing to so much as touch him in any way more than a friendly hug when the sun is up.

He'll deny romance, it's too risky to have a relationship like that and be open about it. It would forever taint Naruto's dating prospects really. A secret little thing that'll last no longer then a month won't. They're very diligent, destroying all traces of fucking before they split their paths once more.

Nobody on either end suspects a thing. Even after the dinners they spend together on Saturdays, all seven of them. Minato, Kushina, Fugaku, Mikoto, Sasuke, Itachi, and Naruto- in truth Itachi is shocked the friendship between Uchiha and Hokage is even alive considering the history. He's not upset about it though, if it weren't for this friendship Sasuke probably wouldn't have a friend to keep him from becoming too much of a douche.

He'd also be deprived of a mutual affair that they both revel in. It takes everything on both of their ends to refrain from making dumb decisions in public. Don't hold hands. Don't flirt. Don't touch. Don't even smile the wrong way at each other.

It boils down to an exercise in self-restraint and Itachi knows damn well this is a learning experience for Naruto.

It's the third Sunday of the month and they've both behaved well for an entire week. They didn't yearn for touch. And this is the evening where Itachi would lie to his parents about being called in for a shift and Naruto would say he's hanging out with Sakura. They'd meet somewhere in the woods or an abandoned sector of the village. They'd meet somewhere they were certain no one would find them.

But no.

Of course not.

The joint dinner got postponed.

So it had to be tonight and take up their time and force them to improvise.

Naruto didn't think he'd find himself held against a wall in something akin to a vertical mating press until now. One hand at his knee the other struggling with fabric they need to leave unripped. His own arms rest on Itachi's shoulders comfortably.

"Now?" Naruto asked on a tease.

"Do you not want to?" Itachi asked back.

Naruto shook his head, "I do, isn't it risky though?"

"You'll have to keep quiet."

"You'll have to try not to fuck me so hard the walls shake."

And Itachi is cautious with each motion he makes. Swift and gentle and hard all at once- too risky maybe. In the bathroom during a joint dinner.

Whatever.

They've waited more than long enough and this affair will be over soon enough anyways. He'll be fucking Naruto in this bathroom even if they do get caught seven inches deep.

His lips don't leave Naruto's for a second. He's breathy and whimpery and loud if he doesn't keep his mouth busy. His hand grips tighter at Naruto's leg to keep him hitched at the right angle. Can't risk dropping him, that'd be way too loud. They'd be busted in an instant.

Naruto gasps as Itachi retracts for air, then speaks, "Can't you go any fas-!"

Itachi shuts him up with a kiss, a thrust, and a faster tempo that follows. He bites down on Naruto's lip hard as he kisses him. He's quick to regret it as he yanks himself back, "If you weren't such a whore we'd be done by now."

Naruto just smirked and Itachi answered with letting him drop just a bit on an upwards rut. The suppressed moan it garners is delicious and Itachi can't help but fear someone heard the sound. That fear spurs him further if nothing else.

It doesn't take long for Itachi to throw in the metaphorical towel. No need to try and drag it out as long as possible. There was also the added plus side of being present enough to fully revel in the whimper Naruto gave at the sensation. Breathy panting followed suit as the hand at the wall raised to jack him off.

The motions were fast and sloppy but they were effective and thats what mattered most. Itachi still refused to stop kissing on Naruto. A lot more slowly now, more to keep him quiet than anything else. Even with mouth to mouth the moan that rolls out of him as he orgasms is louder than it should be.

Long bouts of heavy breathing follow suit on either end before Itachi lowers Naruto down and Naruto lowers himself down to the towel Itachi laid out beforehand. Smart bastard. With slow motions he checks his shirt and his pants and wipes them down.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine."

He still takes Itachi's hand before standing up and splashing his face with cold water. When he's done he gives a thumbs up and Itachi opens the door.

On the other side is Sasuke leaning against the wall opposite to them.

They both freeze.

"So you're fucking my brother, and you're fucking my best friend?" He gestured to Naruto and then to Itachi as he spoke, watching as they flinched at the accusations.

Neither can answer, thoroughly frozen.