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Author's Note: This is my first Naruto fic, my first anything fic for nearly a year, and was finished at midnight. Apologies if it shows! Comments are welcome, flames are ignored. Please enjoy!

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Now that he thought about it, a night at Naruto's place drinking with the guys was asking for trouble. Naruto was bad enough when he was sober, as was Kiba. Chouji went along with whatever was amusing at the time. Sasuke sat sullenly slightly outside the rough circle of boys, lost in his own world of introspection. Lee, of course, was not invited - everyone had seen what he was capable of when drunk. He'd pegged Shino to be the sensible type, even when drunk, but the usually quiet boy had joined with the rest, roaring and jeering as two spins of the bottle nominated Shikamaru and Neji.
The two victims exchanged wary glances as the others huddled together to devise a suitable 'torture' for them. A series of loud guffaws signalled that a decision had been reached.

This is how Neji and Shikamaru found themselves locked in the cleaning closet, face to face, each naked down to their boxer shorts. The closet was tiny, and both boys had to stand rigidly straight to avoid touching each other. They hadn't been told how long they'd have to stay there, but from the sounds from the outside the closet, it seemed the other boys were settling down to watch a porno tape.
"Great," muttered Shikamaru. "They're just leaving us here and forgetting about us." He slumped back against the closet wall. The movement brought his hips in contact with Neji's, and the Hyuuga boy hissed softly.
"Watch it!"
Shikamaru straightened up again, and let out a sigh. "Can't even lean back in here. How troublesome." He looked up at the roof of the cupboard. Nothing to see there. He turned his head and looked at the door, which was locked from the outside. A small amount of light spilled in around the edges of the door, and through the vent in the bottom of it that prevented the buildup of toxic chemical fumes. Not that Naruto had much in the way of cleaning products, so the air was breathable, if a little stuffy.

Neji sighed. Being stuck in a closet with Shikamaru was not how he'd envisaged spending the evening. A few drinks, a couple of porn tapes. Maybe someone else being locked in the closet; Naruto and Sasuke - now THAT would have been interesting. But not him. He went to fold his arms over his chest, but his hands brushed Shikamaru's nipples by accident. He felt them harden against the back of his hands.
Shikamaru jumped a little at the contact. "Sorry," he muttered, trying to flatten himself back against the closet wall, as if it was his fault for being in the way.
Neji quirked his mouth into a half-smile, latching onto the other boy's discomfort in order to forget about his own. He turned his hand around and pinched Shikamaru's right n****e. "Are you cold or something? Not turned on, are you?" He smirked.

Shikamaru swallowed. He had to admit to himself that the feeling of Hyuuga Neji's hands brush over his nipples had sent a delicious shiver right through him. But he was in dangerous territory. They were both a little drunk, and he couldn't predict what Neji might do if Shikamaru admitted he was horny as hell - and the sounds from the television out in the living room didn't help.
Neji leaned in closer, almost touching noses with Shikamaru. "Why don't you answer me?" he challenged, voice low. The feel of Neji's warm breath over his lips made something tense in Shikamaru's chest. *Because I don't trust myself to!* he wanted to say. What would Neji do if he found out? Get angry? Laugh at him? Tell the other boys? That would be troublesome indeed. What little light there was in the closet seemed to pool and reflect in Neji's eyes. He was staring right at Shikamaru.
Shikamaru shifted uncomfortably, unthinkingly, and closed his eyes in embarassment. His erection, all too apparent beneath his satin boxers, was now pressed against the Hyuuga boy's thigh. There was no mistaking it, for either of them. "s**t."

Neji's eyes widened as he felt Shikamaru's erect c**k against his thigh. He'd only been teasing the boy, trying to make him embarassed to hide his own embarassment at his own erection. He wasn't expecting Shikamaru to react the same way. And yet, given the circumstances, it now made perfect sense to take advantage of the situation. He closed the small gap between his mouth and Shikamaru's. As their lips made contact, Shikamaru gasped softly, and Neji took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other boy's mouth.
It was different from kissing a girl. Shikamaru's lips were a little harder, his mouth a little wider, and once he got over his surprise, he began to kiss back more forcefully than the girls Neji had kissed. Neji pressed his body against Shikamaru's, his erection against the other's, and they both moaned in unison.

Shikamaru buried his hands in the softness of Neji's hair, holding his head close as their lips and tongues wrestled for dominance. He lost the battle, though, when Neji slipped a hand inside his boxers and took Shikamaru's c**k in hand. "Ahh... Neji...!" he cried, breaking away from the kiss. Neji moved his head to the side, lavishing kisses and licks along the side of Shikamaru's throat as he began rhythmically pumping his c**k.
Eventually, Shikamaru slipped his hand beneath the silk of Neji's boxers and took hold of the other boy's erection. He matched the rhythm of his strokes to Neji's, and smiled as he managed to elicit another moan from the normally ice-cold Hyuuga. He gently pulled on Neji's hair, encouraging him to lift his head, so they could kiss once more. Their fists pumped each other in unison, becoming faster as their breathing became ragged.
Neji grabbed the back of Shikamaru's head, locking their mouths together to muffle his cry as he came into the hand of his lover. Shikamaru's climax followed moments later.
The two boys fell limply against each other, panting. After a little while, Neji spoke up. "I don't know how we're going to explain this to the others."
Shikamaru groaned. "I don't want to think about it. It's going to be troublesome."

Much to Neji and Shikamaru's relief, by the time they were let out of the closet, it was the next morning, and only Naruto and Kiba were still in the apartment. Both were extremely hungover and in no condition to notice or even care about any incriminating patches on the boys' boxer shorts. Neji and Shikamaru hurriedly put on their clothes as best they could with muscles sore from seven hours of standing in a cramped closet. They left the house together, parting ways to return to their respective houses. As they separated, Shikamaru gave Neji a long and thoughtful look. He wasn't sure if what happened in the closet was destined to be a one-off event, or if they would make more of it. He thought that he wouldn't mind the latter, but for now, what appealed to him most was getting into his soft, warm bed and having a good sleep.