Unspoken
Humidity carried the rich scent of wet earth and the tangy musk of wet dog in through the window. Every now and then, the wind blew a cascade of lazy water droplets through the trees but the rain proper had finally stopped. Neji set down the scroll he had been studying and stretched.
And then ducked to the side.
The problem with lobbing rocks at his window to gather his attention was the fact the window was open. The responsible party could hardly have missed that detail.
In this, sitting at his desk in the oppressive humidity of early evening, Neji was scripted as the arrogant prince. His suitor could come to him.
Naruto knew his part well. Only moments after his scroll reclaimed Neji’s attention Naruto peered into the office, masked face canted slightly to the side in inquiry as he perched on the sill like a daft gargoyle.
Neji didn’t deign to comment.
Naruto didn’t bother to remove his mask.
Neji liked the way gooseflesh shivered to life under Naruto’s silent examination. He could feel eyes tracing every inch of his seated form, but there was no expression to read, not with Naruto safe behind the more memorable bit of his uniform. Most people didn’t want their on and off again to bring work home. Neji counted on it, waited for the moment when Naruto would make his way, masked and armored, to Neji’s office. Uncertainty was a rare thing for Hyuga Neji, and he relished it. Naruto was a loose cannon, a wild card, an unpredictable nuisance. Naruto was a frighteningly effective ANBU and a stunningly fierce lover.
He loved the moment Naruto would vanish from the window, only to feel nails down his back a second later, his shirt pushed up and out of the way with a speed that left him shivering as sweaty flesh was caught surprised at being exposed. The grinning mask was cold and stiff against him, following along the path nails had blazed with a series of implied kisses from sculpted lips.
It was the one time Naruto was silent, preferring instead to listen to the almost accidental gasps, cries and the ragged breathing his caresses teased out of Neji. It was an addictive bit of impropriety, pressing Neji back over his own desk, running gloved hands through long hair with something frighteningly close to affection before using it to pull Neji’s head back.
Naruto had another mask to hide behind, a more tangible incarnation of the wave of imposing personality he used to fend off the concerns of anyone who bothered to care. Neji was exposed to someone else’s whim, enjoying it an enjoying himself without trying to maintain his own carefully constructed façade. Neji closed his eyes when he felt gloved hands pull away his pants, a mask nuzzle at the back of his neck.
Neji never noticed the heat until he was watching his ANBU ghost back out the window. The humidity kept sweat against his body in a sullen second skin. Moving and dressing was an arrogant act in denial of discomfort, and it wasn’t long before Neji was dressed and settled back in his chair, hair brushed, desk straightened and scroll again the center of his attention.
And then ducked to the side.
The problem with lobbing rocks at his window to gather his attention was the fact the window was open. The responsible party could hardly have missed that detail.
In this, sitting at his desk in the oppressive humidity of early evening, Neji was scripted as the arrogant prince. His suitor could come to him.
Naruto knew his part well. Only moments after his scroll reclaimed Neji’s attention Naruto peered into the office, masked face canted slightly to the side in inquiry as he perched on the sill like a daft gargoyle.
Neji didn’t deign to comment.
Naruto didn’t bother to remove his mask.
Neji liked the way gooseflesh shivered to life under Naruto’s silent examination. He could feel eyes tracing every inch of his seated form, but there was no expression to read, not with Naruto safe behind the more memorable bit of his uniform. Most people didn’t want their on and off again to bring work home. Neji counted on it, waited for the moment when Naruto would make his way, masked and armored, to Neji’s office. Uncertainty was a rare thing for Hyuga Neji, and he relished it. Naruto was a loose cannon, a wild card, an unpredictable nuisance. Naruto was a frighteningly effective ANBU and a stunningly fierce lover.
He loved the moment Naruto would vanish from the window, only to feel nails down his back a second later, his shirt pushed up and out of the way with a speed that left him shivering as sweaty flesh was caught surprised at being exposed. The grinning mask was cold and stiff against him, following along the path nails had blazed with a series of implied kisses from sculpted lips.
It was the one time Naruto was silent, preferring instead to listen to the almost accidental gasps, cries and the ragged breathing his caresses teased out of Neji. It was an addictive bit of impropriety, pressing Neji back over his own desk, running gloved hands through long hair with something frighteningly close to affection before using it to pull Neji’s head back.
Naruto had another mask to hide behind, a more tangible incarnation of the wave of imposing personality he used to fend off the concerns of anyone who bothered to care. Neji was exposed to someone else’s whim, enjoying it an enjoying himself without trying to maintain his own carefully constructed façade. Neji closed his eyes when he felt gloved hands pull away his pants, a mask nuzzle at the back of his neck.
Neji never noticed the heat until he was watching his ANBU ghost back out the window. The humidity kept sweat against his body in a sullen second skin. Moving and dressing was an arrogant act in denial of discomfort, and it wasn’t long before Neji was dressed and settled back in his chair, hair brushed, desk straightened and scroll again the center of his attention.
