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I think I like tumblr better. xD I'm getting used to doing longer posts there (originally it didn't feel like the right medium, sort of, for it) and it feels more... connected? To me, blogs feel isolated. Tumblr makes it easy to comment on other people's posts, and the whole dashboard thing allows for an easy stream of content. It's nice. So... I might just stick to that. Yep. You can find me at ravenandfox.tumblr.com and I'll be ranting about pretty much anything SasuNaru, as well as some things that aren't. Yay!

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Discontinued: "Problem"

A lot of the time I have no ideas other than "I want to write a fanfiction." Usually this ends in me writing a few pages of a story that's going nowhere and then I give it up. Well, that's what the blog is for! Here's a bit of random blather that I didn't really like.

“What, do you have a problem with me playing water polo?” 

Sasuke crosses his arms and leans back in his desk chair. “I never said that.” 

“But you were thinking it.” Naruto rolls onto his side, jamming his hand under his roommate’s pillow, and looks at Sasuke critically. Sasuke looks back at him, a crease in his brow. “What’s wrong with me playing water polo?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you playing water polo,” says Sasuke firmly. “It’s your own choice whether or not you want to join a sports team.” 

“Your words say one thing, but your tone says another. If you don’t want me to be on the team, tell me. I’ll quit.” 

“Don’t quit. I want to make fun of you when you break your nose.” 

Naruto can’t help chuckling at this. That sounds more like the Sasuke he knows. “Hey, can we watch a movie before I head off to practice? Kiba lent me a couple.” 

“Your laptop’s in repair, isn’t it?” Sasuke asks. 

“Well, yeah. That’s why I asked, ‘cause we’d have to use yours.” 

“I’ve got to work on my essay.” Sasuke swivels around in his chair to face his desk. 

“What? But it’s not due for a month yet! Hand-in is at the end of term for you too, right?” 

“Yes, but there’s lots of research to be done. I’ve been slacking.” 

“Slacking? You’ve already decided what your topic is! Oh, come on. A couple of hours won’t kill you. You can do your research after I leave. You know you wanna cuddle up under a blanket with me to watch a hot romance,” he adds with a grin. 

“In your dreams, moron,” Sasuke says. 

“Kiba said there’s a couple of really steamy sex scenes in it too,” Naruto goes on. “You know you wanna watch that with me.” 

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitches. “Keep talking if you want me to kick you out of my room – or rape you.” 

Naruto laughs. “Oh yeah. You haven’t gotten any in a while, have you? When did you bring that German chick around?” 

“That was the first week,” Sasuke replies tersely. “And no, I have not ‘gotten any’ since then.” 

“Damn, so I really am setting myself up for a raping,” Naruto laughs. “I guess I’m just that hot, aren’t I? I can even make straight guys go gay.” 

“A straight guy shouldn’t want to attract other guys,” says Sasuke. “Get your head out of your ass.” 

Naruto cracks up at this, at which point Sasuke realizes the double-entendre he’s just made. He rolls his eyes and turns around. “Fine, we’ll watch your porn movie then.” 

“It’s not porn,” says Naruto, springing out of the bed. “It’s just a movie with sex. Happens all the time; it’s not graphic or anything. I’ll go grab it from my room.” 

When Naruto returns with the DVD case in hand, Sasuke’s sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, laptop on his legs. He accepts the movie from Naruto and slides it into his machine, and Naruto turns off the light before taking his seat next to Sasuke. 

“So, Sasuke,” Naruto says as Sasuke navigates the menus. “Had your eye on any girls lately?” 

“No, they’d probably scream and run away if I gouged my eyeball out and stuck it on them.” 

“Don’t be a dick.” 

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Figured as much,” Naruto shrugs.“Don’t ask questions you just want to answer yourself. What about you then?” 

“There’s a really hot chick in second year,” says Naruto. “She’s actually a year younger than us, just got into college right after high school. Jet-black hair, pretty flat… not much ass to speak of… but damn, she looks at you with those eyes and you just—” 

“Hmm.” Sasuke glances over at Naruto, who’s practically drooling at his fantasies. “Do you want subtitles?” 

“Sure.” Naruto grabs the blanket and pulls it over himself. “Want some blanket?” 

Sasuke looks at him with an Are you serious? expression on his face, but lifts the laptop anyway, and Naruto tosses the blanket over Sasuke’s legs as well. Sasuke sets the laptop back down over the blanket. 

[I think at this point I stopped knowing what I was doing, so I skipped to the juicier bits.]

About half an hour in, Naruto leans against Sasuke’s shoulder. Sasuke glances over. 

“Move your head, idiot,” Sasuke mutters. Naruto shifts, but Sasuke’s still uncomfortable, so he reaches over and lifts Naruto’s head himself, adjusting his arm before allowing Naruto to resume his original position. 

Naruto lets out a small breath as Sasuke’s fingers entangle themselves in his hair. “Don’t pull my hair, bastard.” 

“I’m not. Do you want to lean on me or not?” 

Naruto doesn’t complain after that. For a few minutes, anyway. Naruto shifts once, then again. “Your shoulder’s too bony. I can’t find a good position.” 

“Then don’t lean on me,” Sasuke says, flicking Naruto on the forehead. 

“Ow!” Naruto rubs the spot, then lies down sideways and puts his head in Sasuke’s lap. “That’s better. What just happened in the movie?” 

Sasuke sighs and backs up the movie a little. He shifts to accommodate Naruto’s new position, finding nowhere to put his hands. He eventually plops one onto the side of Naruto’s head. Naruto grunts his disapproval, but doesn’t protest otherwise, and they continue the movie like that.When the sex scene starts, Sasuke gets fidgety. Naruto snickers at him. 

“You’re such a prude,” says Naruto as a low, husky moan escapes the laptop. “They’re not even showing anything.” 

“If you want to keep watching the movie, then shut up,” Sasuke replies. 

Naruto shuts up, but Sasuke keeps fidgeting. He twirls locks of blonde hair between his restless fingers; he tries to stop his legs from jiggling because both Naruto and the laptop are on top of them. Naruto turns his head to look at Sasuke, who jerks his hands back. 

“What are you doing to my hair?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“Nothing,” says Sasuke quickly. 

“Whoa, no need to get all defensive,” says Naruto. “I was just wondering. ‘Cause, well, it felt kinda nice.” 

“Did it?” 

“Yeah.” Naruto turns back to the movie. 

Sasuke hesitates, then reaches out to Naruto’s hair once more. Naruto doesn’t protest, so Sasuke combs his fingers through the fine locks, finding relief in this gesture as the scene comes to a peak. Naruto hums appreciatively, and Sasuke flinches. 

“Chill,” says Naruto. “You’re too jumpy. This isn’t a horror flick.” He chuckles at the idea. 

“Sorry.” Sasuke’s voice comes out almost strained. 

His tone takes Naruto’s attention. Naruto turns his head again to look up at Sasuke. “You’re really tense,” says Naruto. “Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” says Sasuke. “Just fine.” 

“You sure? I can give you a massage,” he offers. 

Sasuke considers. Naruto’s always been amazing at massages, but lately Sasuke’s not sure they’d help much. Still, he may as well. “Alright,” he says. 

So Naruto gets up, and Sasuke shuffles forward to let Naruto sit behind him. Naruto sits with his legs spread out on either side of Sasuke and watches the movie over Sasuke’s shoulder as he starts to massage Sasuke, kneading his shoulders, moving down to his arms. Sasuke’s body is in a state of indecision – he wants to relax into the massage, into the sensation of Naruto’s confident touch, but at the same time he isn’t entirely sure he can or should. But as Naruto’s hands continue to his back he finds himself melting; as Naruto pulls Sasuke back against him and gently rubs circles into his temples, Sasuke heaves a deep sigh, feeling all the tension flowing out of him. By this time the second sex scene’s started, and Sasuke’s nearly dozed off when the sound of the characters moaning again jolts his body with sensation, waking him abruptly. 

Naruto notices this. “Sasuke? You nearly fell asleep there,” he says. “You just seemed so comfortable, I didn’t want to move. And anyway, I don’t think I could. I’m kinda trapped.” 

“Sorry,” says Sasuke, peering at the movie screen. The man and the woman on the screen are pressed against each other in bed, heads tossing in passion, everything skilfully concealed. Sasuke can’t help but notice the breathiness in the woman’s moans, the strength of the man’s shoulders… The man’s lips ghosting against the woman’s skin… Strong hands on a lithe waist… 

“You look a little warm,” Naruto comments. “Maybe the blanket’s too much?” 

“It’s fine,” Sasuke replies, suddenly all too aware of Naruto’s arms around his waist. When did they get there? On second thought, he does feel a bit hot. Naruto’s chest is comfortably warm against his back, the insides of his thighs pressed to Sasuke’s hips. The laptop is getting rather hot too, the heat seeping through the blanket onto his legs. And he can feel heat within his body as well, gathering in his core, gathering below… 

“Sasuke?” 

Sasuke starts, pulling away to see Naruto looking at him in concern. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Naruto asks. “You’re kinda… out of it.” 

“I’m – I’m trying to watch the movie,” Sasuke says. “Come on, I’m fine. Just shut up and let’s watch.” 

The pitch of the voices in the movie is increasing, and Sasuke swallows a lump in his throat. Naruto’s hand is settled on Sasuke’s stomach, incredibly warm – if it were to go just a little lower, it would… 

The sound of the movie abruptly stops. Sasuke blinks to see Naruto’s fingers at the laptop track pad, the movie paused. 

“What’d you stop the movie for?” Sasuke asks, turning around. 

“It’s just – you seemed kinda uncomfortable about it,” says Naruto. “I don’t wanna make you watch it if you don’t want to.” 

“I want to,” says Sasuke defiantly, then glanced away, suppressing a blush. 

Naruto watches him for a moment, then his eyes widen. He can’t help a sly grin. “Sasuke… are you getting turned on by the sex scenes?” 

“What? No, idiot,” Sasuke scoffs. 

“That’s right, you’ve never watched porn before,” Naruto goes on. “No wonder something this tame would excite you. I’ll get out so you can take care of it.” 

Naruto smirks and makes to move off the bed, but he’s stopped by Sasuke grabbing his wrist tightly. He turns around to see Sasuke staring at him with an odd look in his eyes. 

“Uh… Sasuke?” 

“I’m…” Sasuke can’t hold Naruto’s gaze any longer. He looks down, flushing deeply. He has no clue what he’s feeling right now, or why his fingers are still locked around Naruto’s wrist. 

“Sasuke,” says Naruto, his voice quiet and uncertain, “I think I should head back to my room. I’ve got practice soon.” 

“Don’t go to practice,” Sasuke says, before he can stop himself. He kicks himself mentally. 

“What… why? I thought you said you didn’t have anything against me playing water polo.” 

“I don’t,” he maintains. 

“Then… can I go get ready—” 

“Stay,” says Sasuke, then clamps his mouth shut, but the damage has been done – and he still hasn’t let go of Naruto’s wrist. 

“Wait a second…” There’s a tone of dawning understanding in Naruto’s voice. “Sasuke, are you—” 

Sasuke grabs Naruto’s head in both hands and pulls him into a kiss. Naruto, stunned, is frozen there until Sasuke breaks the kiss, his entire face burning red.

This must have been written at least a year ago, maybe two. Pointless, unoriginal, too heavily based on a favourite fic of mine by another author. Best to blog it and call it a day.

There are a ton of things in my "Discontinued" folder, so expect to see lots more here!

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