Lindelo

If it wasn't for him, or the incident, I would never have considered myself gay. Never. I would have been the kind of guy who was bad with girls, too pushy, and... oh, wait, I am that way. Well, anyway, because of him, and because of what happened, I am lost in confusion. Am I gay? I mean, I kind of liked the way he smelled. And the way he tasted. And the way he didn't move away right away (although, that might have been out of shock) and I definitely liked the way his hands pushed me away. Okay, they were making me go away, but still. The places they touched were still warm when he released me. So now I wonder on which side of sexuality I am

do you remember? when our hearts weren't cold our children weren't old and we used to sit in that old staircase of yours. do you remember? when our hands were warm our feelings newly born and we used to talk all through the winter. I've never felt this way with anybody can't understand what you saw in that body I wish I hadn't wasted all my life can you remember? the days of happines rid of all regrets when I didn't want to take my life.

Slowly he began to realize where he was. He was sitting across Naruto, whom he had just kissed, with his hands pinning the blonde’s wrists onto the ground. In Hinata’s dress. Things couldn’t be more awkward. Sasuke blushed. Then Naruto’s voice came, stuttered and questioning; “Sas- Sasuke? Would you mind… I mean... get off?” But Sasuke just couldn’t. He was paralysed in awe at the thought of the fact that there were only three thin layers of clothing between his and Naruto’s skin. He was just thinking of bending down to kiss him again, when Naruto roughly threw him off. “I said get off!”