AN: HELLO! Is this real life? Am I really updating? YES! I am, actually updating. I remember how excited I was to start this story; all pumped and WOOT, but then I got distracted by other stories, and I kind of forgot about this one... (DONT TOMATO ME) So, hopefully you enjoy this, and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, pretty sure I never will.

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Sasuke, breathless and panting, bowed one last time before the lights blacked out. He felt the floor give underneath him and he felt weightless for a second before he hit the soft cushion landing beneath him. Then there were hands slapping him on the back, or punching his shoulder, or just plain touching him. Voices surrounded him, telling him he did a great job, best performance in a long time, he killed it. He nodded and breathed out his thanks, then stumbled across the dark room to the door and pushed it open. Light flooded over him and he blinked, smiling from the high of the concert and screaming.

Sakura clicked up to him, her pink hair pulled tightly back into a bun. She raised her eyebrows at him, putting her hands on her hips. Sasuke was about to roll his eyes at her when she tackled him in a hug, squeezing hard.

"You did great! I haven't seen you like that in ages! I think Naruto has worked quite a charm on you, eh?" Sakura asked, then laughed. Sasuke, however, had gone cold all over. His eyes were big and wide, and he felt a tingling sensation in his hands.

"Where is Naruto, by the way?" Sasuke asked, and Sakura glanced over at him, her lips pulled into a line.

"He left with that sweet little coffee shop girl. Why?"

Sasuke felt his elation die like a candle snuffed out by a pinched finger. The biggest urge to fire Akemi rose inside him, but Sasuke fought it down, knowing it was stupid and impulsive. "Well, he sure knows how to make friends fast, yes?" Sasuke replied, then turned on his heel and made his way towards his dressing room. Slamming the door shut, Sasuke closed his eyes and lectured himself to the point of boredom. He continuously told himself that he didn't care about Naruto or Akemi or any of that, but the more he told himself that, the more he knew he was wrong. Sasuke was doomed.

Then, one of his security guards stepped into his room. His wild brown hair was out of control, and he was grinning happily at him. "You did fantastic out there, Sasuke."

Sasuke stared up at him, a slight frown on his face. He knew his name… red triangles meant… Kevin? Kyle? Kiro?

"Kiba," he said with slight annoyance, rolling his eyes as he made himself comfortable in Sasuke's dressing room.

"Yes, Kiba?" Sasuke asked, trying to go back to furiously thinking about Naruto.

"There's a girl out here who's saying she'll kill herself if you don't say hello."

Sasuke dropped his head in his hands. He would go out there; of course he would go out there. He just didn't understand people's obsession with him. He was a normal human being, just like everyone else. His only real talent was singing and jumping around on a stage.

People loved him for it.

People made posters and t-shirts and gossiped about him on talk shows and gushed over his latest outfit or hair style and debated who he would look cutest next to. Because he had a good voice, he was thrust up onto a pedestal so high and unreachable that people lost their minds. They made him some all-powerful being, when really, he was just a boy.

He was just a normal boy with a secret and a life to hold together. A boy who liked tomatoes a lot and listened to music like it was a religion and despised pretty blonde coffee girls.

He was a boy.

But people had made him into a god.

"Bring her into my dressing room, then," Sasuke said, and Kiba nodded, looking relieved.

Had he thought Sasuke would say no?

The thought disturbed him, and when Sasuke looked up next a quivering girl with braces and long blonde hair was standing in his doorway. When he made eye contact with her, she screamed and threw her hands up.

"Omigod. Oh my God. OH MY GOD!" She was panting hard, her small, young face flushed with excitement. "SASUKE UCHIHA!"

Flinching, Sasuke walked over to her and shut the door, regretting the fact that he couldn't thank each and every one of his fans personally. Glancing over at her small form, he smiled.

"Calm down, honey. I'm just a guy."

His words seemed to do quite the opposite of calm her down. She squealed again and literal tears were forming at the corner of her brown eyes. "I can't believe you just called me honey."

Sasuke put his hands up and smiled again, trying to calm her down. "You have a very loud scream," he commented, trying to give her a hint to quiet down.

She seemed to understand and nodded fast, an embarrassed flush coming over her face. "Gosh. Sorry. Yeah, I know."

Sasuke studied her for a moment before he sat down on his chair, tugging off his Converse and throwing them to the floor. She watched in fascination. "How come you told my security guard you were going to kill yourself if you didn't see me?"

At that she flushed and turned away, twisting a knot in a black t-shirt with Sasuke's serious face printed in white on it. "I just really wanted to see you," she said softly, and Sasuke shook his head.

"I get that, but what you did is not cool. You can go around and throw threats like that out. People get worried. People care about you." Sasuke didn't know where his compassion was coming from; didn't know why he cared so much all of a sudden.

The girl was watching him with wide eyes, her lip between her teeth. Sasuke sighed and got up, asked her name. She almost was bawling as she told him her name. Then he bent down next to her and took his picture with her, making sure to get her Twitter and Instagram and to post it and tag her. It was always the same with these girls.

They wanted his attention. They wanted people to know they got it. They wanted to be like him.

Fame was like a drug. It filled you up, it made you sweet, it carried you far. But at the same time, you were slowly rotting away on the inside.

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Naruto returned to the RV a little after midnight, drunk and happy and warm. His 'date' with Akemi had gone spectacular; they had watched a movie, (comedy), then gone out to a bar. Akemi was great while sober; funny, sweet, and nice. But when she was drunk? You couldn't find a better girl to party with. Naruto grinned again and leaned up against the side of the biggest, most expensive looking trailer and tried not to puke.

It was dark except for the big slice of moon staring down at him, looking like someone had taken a hole-puncher to the sky. Naruto tried to focus on that and not the spinning in his head, the way that every time he blinked, the world was looking at him from a different angle.

He distantly heard the sound of swearing, and suddenly he was pushed up against the trailer. Sasuke Uchiha's angry eyes flashed at him, his sleep-rumpled hair sticking out in odd, adorable directions. He was wearing a giant white t-shirt and baggy, soft looking green sweat pants. He did not look like how a super star would sleep.

"What the hell do you think you're doing outside my trailer at twelve at night?" Sasuke asked, and Naruto tried to blink. Shouldn't he be out at some crazy after-party? Shouldn't he be out, wreaking havoc and breaking the rules? That's what all the headlines screamed.

"Aren't you s'possed to beh at a parteh?" Naruto asked, and his words tripped clumsily over his fat, useless tongue.

Sasuke pushed him away, disgusted. "Did you go out and drink with that coffee shop girl?"

"Akemi?" Naruto asked, smiling slightly at the memory of her topless.

"Yes." Sasuke snarled, and Naruto thought that perhaps he should be scared. He wasn't. He was instead enraptured by the way Sasuke's tongue ring caught the light of the moon, reflecting back at him like a perverse wink. Sasuke's perfect face was a map of confusion, leading to his anger filled eyes.

"You're so hot." Naruto whispered, trailing his fingers over Sasuke's face. Sasuke did not dare to move. He did not dare to breathe. The feeling of Naruto's hand caressing his face was driving him mad; he wanted so badly to return his touch, to see if he would gasp like Sasuke had, to see if he would bite his lip and beg for more.

Sasuke gasped and wrenched himself away from the drunken blonde, breathing hard. Jesus. What had gotten into him? Why had he let Naruto touch him like that? There could be cameras everywhere; he was never exactly alone.

"Sasuke?" Naruto asked, his hands stumbling through the air.

"Just shut up," Sasuke said weakly, praying to God that the blonde didn't remember anything in the morning. He just wanted to go to bed. He had a long day tomorrow; another concert in another city, and he wanted to curl up and sleep the days worries right off his shoulders. Tomorrow he would wake up, say a quick thank you for all the fortune that had fallen into his lap, and go on with his day.

Naruto's gaze held him in his place, though, making it impossible to move. Why was he so attractive? Why was he so charismatic and clumsy and silly and boyish and perfect?

Why did it bother Sasuke so much?

"Naruto," he said softly, and the blonde blinked at him in confusion. "Go to bed."

Laughing, Naruto ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know where my bed is, exactly."

Letting out a frustrated growl, Sasuke pointed towards the make-up RV's and watched as Naruto stumbled perfectly along the still ground, his legs only occasionally giving out on him. The fact that he already had this strong of a link to Naruto was frightening and exhilarating all at once. Even if it was just attraction and lust, Sasuke knew it was mutual.

Right?

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The sun was bright and big and warm and godamned painful. Naruto cursed and turned over when the bright ray of happy sun shot through his window and into his eyes. He hated mornings. He especially hated happy mornings, when he woke up in a piss-poor mood and the world seemed to be enjoying itself without him. Enjoying his anger at being awoken by the blinding hangover he had acquired.

He didn't remember much of last night; smooth skin, Akemi's blonde hair and hands on his body, a taxi cab driver who smelled like wet dog, stumbling around in darkness, the cold press of metal against his back, a warm breath fluttering over his face, then nothing. Moaning and burrowing even farther into his pillows, Naruto smacked the palm of his hand against the head board of his bed and sighed.

He would have to wake up at some point.

He just didn't want that fucking point to be at eight in the morning.

There was a knocking at his small trailer's door and his head popped up quickly. Shit. Was he late for something? Stumbling out of bed quickly, he hurriedly forged around for some article of clothing. He never slept with clothes on; they were too confining. Triumphantly pulling on a pair of old, orange sweatpants, Naruto trotted over to the door and opened it with a sleepy smile.

Sasuke's upheld hand dropped when Naruto answered the door, and his mouth fell open slightly. A sudden storm of lust flashed so quickly and so violently in his eyes that Naruto wasn't sure if he had imagined it or not. The raven swallowed a couple times, and as his eyes travelled over Naruto's body, his eyes latched onto something near his groin.

Glancing down, Naruto paled. Shit. He had forgotten about morning wood. How could you forget about morning wood? He tried to cover it up by leaning causally against his door, trying to hide his embarrassed flush as he draped his hand carefully over his crotch. He was smooth. He was stealth.

He was a puddle of goo because Sasuke Uchiha was staring at him at eight o' clock in the morning looking gorgeously sleep rumpled and soft.

"Uh, hey," Naruto managed, trying to clear his thick voice of sleep.

Sasuke swallowed again and shuffled on his feet. "I just wanted to let you know that the trucks came to take the trailers away."

Naruto poked his head outside a little further, realizing with a start that everyone else was already busy hustling and bustling. How?

"Oh, uh, yeah," he said, smiling awkwardly. Damn. That was so not smooth. So not sleek. Most definitely weird and strange. He cringed and backed up a bit, before the strangeness of the situation hit him.

Sasuke Uchiha, world famous singer and head honcho of the tour was coming to his bus, the make-up artist who had just gone out and gotten drunk out of his mind last night? (So not a good career move, by the way.) Shouldn't the secretary to the vice agent's other agent's personal maid be tending to him? Someone so far down on the social ladder of tours that their job wasn't even a real thing?

"Why are you telling me this?" Naruto asked without thinking, trying not to flinch at his every word. He would force himself to be cool. Sasuke couldn't like fan girls. Who liked crazy fangirls who peed themselves?

Naruto refused to pee his pants.

"Because you need to get out of your trailer?" Sasuke asked, looking confused and a bit amused.

"No, I mean yo- wait, what? Why do I have to get out of my trailer?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes and took a step back, so he was standing in a patch of grass. "They can't take the trailers linked together if there are people inside them. You'll be riding on my trailer."

The world seemed to speed up and then slow down, and Naruto blinked for a couple of seconds, or maybe months. It could have been years for all he knew.

He was riding with Sasuke Uchiha? In a confined space? For eight hours straight?

So many perverted thoughts flew through his head at that moment he was surprised when he didn't blush madly again.

"Oh, yeah. Totally." Naruto smiled and blushed, and Sasuke seemed immensely pleased.

Then he took the couple of steps separating them and leaned close, his lips lighting skimming Naruto's earlobe. He thought he might pass out.

"Make sure to take care of that little problem before you come on the bus," he whispered, and Naruto thought the hard tile looked like a nice place to faint. His blood was boiling by the time Sasuke pulled back with a small smirk, then he was gone, striding back down the grassy area they had parked in just behind the theatre. Naruto's situation down south had gotten increasingly worse.

He didn't know whether or not the whisper had been one of teasing, one of threat, or one of both, delightfully, lustfully weaved together. Quite frankly, he didn't really care.

Walking back into his small trailer, Naruto quickly brushed his teeth and took a five minute shower, not even giving himself time to towel his hair off as he slipped on a body-hugging black long sleeved shirt with gray skinny jeans and black tennis shoes. Combing his hands through his hair, he glanced quickly in the mirror and wondered how Sasuke could ever find him attractive.

Shrugging off the thought, he bounded out of the trailer, just in time, seeing as a burly man was already hooking a chain up to the front of what he now called home. Trying hard not to run, Naruto settled for a fast paced walk, and the closer he got to Sasuke's RV, the more his blood fizzed in his veins. He would have to be cool this time, forget the embarrassing morning wood incident, and pretend like he couldn't care less about Sasuke, or his dazzling good looks.

Scratch that.

His unbelievably gorgeous face crafted by the gods themselves and sent down to humanity as proof that there was something out there that could create a beauty so unknown to this world that it was nearly heart-stopping and tear-jerking in all its, his, glory.

Naruto stopped walking for a second and mentally punched himself in the face a couple of times. Maybe Sasuke wasn't that good looking, but the word 'hot' just didn't seem to go deep enough into context and understanding of how Sasuke really looked.

Stepping up next to the door of his RV, Naruto ran a hand through his wet hair again, suddenly cursing himself for not popping some gum in his mouth. He not only needed to be fresh, he needed to be extra fresh. He needed to be a million times fresher than normal because this was Sasuke Uchiha and-

He needed to slap the fangirl right out of him. He needed to sit down with himself and give a long, drawn out lecture on how Sasuke was just a boy who happened to be really fucking hot. Just a boy who also, maybe possibly, had mutual feelings of lust towards Naruto. Just a boy.

Just a boy who was currently opening up the door and staring at Naruto like he had won the lottery. Then the look passed and Sasuke was smiling politely, but distinctly 'friends only'.

"Hey," he greeted, and Naruto saluted him back, trying to get the chill he had found yesterday. Where was that chill?

"What's up?" Naruto asked, and Sasuke ushered him in.

Stepping inside, Naruto tried not to balk at the trailer's size; it was huge, with a long L-shaped couch and two flat screen TV's and a small, short hallway leading to the backroom, which Naruto assumed was Sasuke's bedroom. There was a small, customized kitchen with gleaming utensils and a living room the size of Naruto's whole trailer. The front driver's area was wide and spacey, and Naruto was surprised to find a 'sound wall' protecting them from his hearing. Briefly, Naruto wondered why they would need that.

Sasuke tried to smile at him but failed and instead shut the door, placing his hands on his hips. "So," he started, and it appeared that the happy, cheerful and slightly horny Sasuke from earlier was gone. "What do you suggest we do to fill up eight hours?"

A million different scenarios entered his mind; crazy sex on the bed, crazy sex in the fridge, crazy sex on the couch, crazy sex on the table, crazy sex on the roof, crazy sex in the shower, crazy sex just about anywhere, and the possibility of him being tied up and left wholly and completely at Sasuke's will. That should take up at least an hour. He was pretty sure he could find ways to occupy the other seven hours.

Then RV started up, and they were on the road.

Naruto gulped and tried to keep his erection under control. He didn't think he'd get very far.

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AN: Hopefully you guys liked this chapter! Remember: REVIEWS INSPIRE ME TO WRITE FASTER! Thank you for reading, much love,

-IC