Naruto leaned back and stretched his arms, glancing at the clock that hung on the wall of the Bubble Tea café he was working in. It was nearing 8 in the evening, and the customers were beginning to trickle down to nothing. Resting his head on the counter top, he closed his eyes and yawned; it was just another half hour before his shift ended. His mind started to drift, as it always did, before a slight chuckle jerked him out of his reverie.

Standing before him was the most gorgeous man he had ever set his eyes on. No, he should be classified as an angel. Luscious raven locked spiked up in style that deeply contrasted his fair, pale skin. Naruto decided that he was in his early twenties, probably about his own age of 21. He was well dressed; a deep red shirt hung snugly on his shoulders, and black skinny jeans hugged those slim legs. Such delicate features, but it was the eyes that held Naruto's attention: onyx eyes that seemed to capture his very soul. It was such a cold color, he decided, but yet it held some sort of softness behind it. His eyes were a deep midnight color, and was that just a hint of red? Naruto shook his head to clear his thoughts; he was treading into dangerous territory.

Keeping his face neutral, he asked the dark haired angel for his choice of tea. "Earl Gray milk tea please," came the reply, and those enchanting eyes rested on Naruto's name tag, "Naruto." the raven haired man all but purred. Naruto shifted his legs, trying to stop the heat pooling at his nether regions. Keep a neutral face, neutral, neutral, he chanted as he pointed to a list of toppings and asked, "Topping?"

There was a smirk, and the angel leaned over the counter separating them. "You." Naruto nodded, hands about to key in the order when he stopped, finally registering what the angel had requested for. His head snapped up, the blush apparent on his cheeks. "Wh..What?"

Selectively deaf, the raven scanned the list of toppings and mused, "If these actually sink, why are they called toppings?"

Naruto squirmed. "I, well, I don't know, sir-"

"Sasuke."

"Well, Sasuke, your choice of topping?" Naruto hastily asked, wanting to get this over and done with. He was in really deep waters now, and he didn't want to sink any further. Well, not here anyway.

"They don't float. I wouldn't consider them toppings."

"Alright, alright. Bottoming?"

Sasuke's smirk grew. "For you, I might."

Naruto's eyes widened. Did he just..? At the look on Naruto's face, Sasuke chuckled. "Earl Gray milk tea, less sugar, topping or bottoming, I'll let you choose."

Naruto was speechless for once, and wordlessly sent the order to the back. He looked up to see Sasuke slide a neatly inked napkin over the counter. A wink, and Sasuke was gone, Earl Gray in hand. Naruto grabbed the napkin. On it was a set of numbers, and a message: I don't normally give out my number, but for you I'll make an exception. Call me if you need any help with that problem of yours.

Naruto snorted. Sasuke might be beautiful, but he was such an overconfident bastard. Still, Naruto couldn't blame him. His awfully tight pants were enough testimony to Sasuke's powers. He sighed and tucked the napkin safely away in his pocket. It looks like he wont be going home any time soon.

A/N: It's my first time writing, so I'd appreciate it if you could give me some comments :D