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When Itachi left home to attend college in another city, Sasuke spent almost four hours crying and kicking his feet in the air. He was his big brother and they used to spend most of the time together while Itachi studied or, at least, that was what he tried to when Sasuke would have let him do without forcing him to play hide and seek in the backyard.
Their family was rich, of course, and their parents a little bit strict. But it was not a surprise for the two brothers, when their mom and dad let Itachi leave home in his eighteens. Because they trusted him more than anything. He was their little treasure, capable of doing anything and anywhere. At least, that's what they thought.
A few years later, Sasuke decided to attend the same college as his brother's. And that was the biggest mistake he could have ever done. He kept asking why the fuck he ever decided to attend that college among severals. The mistake was done, and that was it, but he could not have never erase from his memory the scene he assisted to the first time he opened Itachi's door room. His big brother, the one who had always been perfect, the one with good grades, the one who hold their parents' trust, was sucking the soul out of another man's body at the edge of his bed. And that was the last time he came to visit his brother in his college room without asking before if he could. Not that Sasuke was a fucking homophobic, but he kept asking himself how is brother ever could keep such a big dick in his mouth. That simple thought made him shiver.
One month and a half passed and he still had some difficulties making any friends with whom going out or simply talking to for more than a hour. He started to doubt his social skills; not that he was used to have them, but still. What was his fucking problem with talking to people without embarrassing himself in front of them. Last time he tried to talk to someone he ended up choking in his own saliva and he fucked up his chance to ask his classmate out. And, worst of all things, he did not know hot to talk to others in a gentle way. He always used to have this kind of gaze, the one that let others think he was going to kill them if they would have said something more. Not that Sasuke did not know that. He was pretty sure he was not the most nice person in the world. Indeed, he was a very difficult one to get along with, but still.
That raining day he was laying in Itachi's bed, while this one was still bickering with his boyfriend because they weren't capable of deciding which The Office's episode watch.
« How about we watch from episode 5 to 10 and tomorrow we keep on with the last ones? » Deidara said, while he was drinking his lemon tea.
« You know we cannot, 'cause tomorrow night we are going to Naruto's party. » Itachi replied with an exhausted expression, since his boyfriend kept forgetting everything about their plans. Then, he added.
« You should come too, Sasuke. You will have more opportunities to make new friends if you drink enough and, who knows, maybe you'll find your soulmate. » He kept smirking as if Sasuke needed to find his soulmate at a fucking party. He did not have the chance to kiss a girl, never in his life. But this one in particular .. nah, he did not have the need to tell his brother about the fact he was still a virgin.
But still, you never know what will happen if you never try. « I'll come. » And that was the moment he decided to go with the flow for the first time in his life.
The next day Sasuke kept asking himself why the hell he accepted to go in the first place. What was he trying to demonstrate? He didn't know, but one thing was for sure. He was tired of being the third wheel between Itachi and Deidara. That fucking situation was giving him brain damage and he did not wanted anymore to see them making out in every fuckin' corner of their room. And that wasn't all. Once he found them kissing on his bed, because ''we were waiting for you but you kept being late so we decided to make out .. sorry Sasuke''. Everyone was making out in that fucking college ad every hour of the day and night. Everyone except him. Everyone except him 'cause he kept scaring people away with that killer gaze of his and his non - existent social skills.
The night of the party finally had arrived. Itachi and Deidara were already half drunk and Sasuke was already tired. Tired of them and tired of that thight pair of jeans he decided to wear, which were keeping his dick firm and packed up as if it could have escaped from the inside of his underwears. Since it was late november, he had the chance to wear his favorite turtle neck. All black and short at the end, which left his belly out. Same fate was for the navel piercing that Itachi and Deidara forced him to do two weeks ago, the moment after they made him drunk. The voices in his head kept asking him if he was still sure he'd like to kiss a girl. For god's sake. Do heterosexual men used to have navel piercing?
When they arrived, the party had already started. Everyone was dancing and drinking and he couldn't believe he was staring at three girls making out on the wall. One of them had pink hair and he found out she was one of the girls he would have had the pleasure to ask out. Nevermind.
Sasuke had the opportunity to notice that most of those people weren't ''new'' as he expected. He knew all of them, even if he did not have the chance to talk to them properly. Everyone except that Naruto who apparently was holding the party itself. Or at least that's what he believed.
Soon he found himself alone and wandering into that flow of people, still dancing and drinking and kissing as if tomorrow didn't exist. Wandering all alone until he decided to go grab a drink and bumped into someone who was apparently as tall as him and with blond hair which seemed to be real and not dyed.
« Sorry, did I hurt you? » the blond one asked, with a big and soft smile that kept Sasuke in place still staring at him. One hand of his was absently touching the dark haired one's arm. But this one wasn't drunk, so he decided to keep some distance between them. Which did not go unnoticed from the I-like-to smile-and-being-touchy guy.
« Are you blond? Like, are your blond for real or you dyed your hair? », words left Sasuke's mouth before he could have stopped them. Still, that question did not bother the other guy, since he was still smiling at him.
« Yeah, I am blond for real. Do you accept any drinks from blond ones? » Sasuke shrugged as if to tell ''yeah I'll accept one'' but that was a lie since that one drink became more than just one.
Still Sasuke was not bothered from the idea of him drunk and with a guy who apparently was funny and kind and hot to be around with.
.. « So I told them I did not want a piercing, for fuck's sake. But still, they forced me to have one while I was fuckin' drunk. Do you understand? », Sasuke was not a guy of many words until he was drunk. That was the main reason why he was telling the other guy about his navel piercing and why did he ended up having one, above all. Still the other one didn't seem to bother about his drunk adventures. Instead, he was pretty amused and well intentioned to listen to all of them.
That was all until he added « It is nice » the blond one said as if he was a little intimidated from the intense gaze with which Sasuke kept staring at him.
« I mean .. it suits you, yeah.. do you have a girlfriend perhaps? Or a boyfriend? Not that I want to make out with you but still do you have someone? 'Cause I really like your piercing. » The blond one's words came out from his mouth like water of a river and that was the main reason why he kept holding parties without getting any chance to make out with someone. Because he was fucking shy and still he did not know how to show his attraction to someone without being so open about it.
And maybe the two of them were losers who finally found some luck, since the way the other kept talking and licking his lips anxiously made Sasuke surrender to the heat of that body.
He was the first one to initiate the kiss, even if he did not know what to do or how to do it. Even if he was drunk and his hands were trembling while asking a silent permit to touch both sides of his face, as if he did not have kissed the other suddenly. Still, the blond one seemed to be smiling the exact moment he gave in and let Sasuke touch him everywhere he wanted, while his lips parted with the intention to meet with the dark haired one's tongue.
And that was the story he would have told his brother about his first kiss the morning after. Drunk and not even with a girl, but with a headache and a boner that did not have the intention to let him live everytime he had the chance to think about the unknown guy.
Sasuke had ended up sleeping in his couch wearing his The Office's hoodie and a pair of tracksuit pants with a hole at the center of one of the cheeks butt.
« What the fuck are you laughing at, you dickhead » Sasuke shout, while Itachi started laughing more and more. That until someone knocked at their door and Itachi had to go and open it.
« Hi, Naruto. It's you, finally. Did you bring some snacks before we start this marathon? My brother is already in the mood, since is wearing my The Office hoodie. » but Naruto wasn't listening anymore to any of his words and so Sasuke, who apparently wasn't able anymore to show some emotion other than awkwardness.
Then Itachi added « You know, Sasuke, Naruto is blond for real. You two should hang out some time. »
That was the moment in which Naruto took place next to Sasuke on the couch, grinning directly at him. « Yeah, we should hang out some time, navel piercing guy. »