I missed posting last week due to illness, but I’m back with a belated week nine of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!
Today, I’m sharing a piece I wrote for a fanfiction/fanart contest a few years ago. The pairing is Kotetsu (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kotetsu_Hagane) and Izumo (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Izumo_Kamizuki) of Naruto and the theme for the contest was “on duty”. This piece contains no plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series (though, there are some small references that might be more entertaining if you’re familiar with it). All you need to know is that at the time of this story, Tsunade is the Hokage (leader) of Konoha (the village where they live), and Kotetsu and Izumo are shinobi (ninja) who are a team.
Categories and advisories: M/M, friends-and-lovers theme, frotting, implied violence, a bit of silliness.
Potentially unfamiliar terms: the suffix “sama” – an honorific used for someone of a much higher station. Nin – short for ninja. Other terms covered above.
Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.
“No sex on missions.”
Kotetsu blinked a few times, his eyebrows raised in shock. Tsunade had called him and Izumo into her office near the end of the workday, not saying what she needed to see them about. He had not known what to expect, but he had certainly not anticipated the words she had just spoken in clipped tones.
“Tsunade-sama?” Izumo asked, apparently just as surprised at Kotetsu.
“Don’t worry, I tell all couples this if they work in the field together. It’s standard procedure for me to remind you, even though it’s in the shinobi rules. Yes, I know you’ve been together for a while, the whole village knows it. Congratulations by the way, it’s about time.” Tsunade’s voice softened and she graced them with a brief smile.
“Anyway. I called you in today because, as you know, missions have been picking up lately, so you may get sent out. Couples who work together can lose focus if they’re too wrapped up in each other. But that’s not an option, for you two especially – I don’t want to get a message that my assistants got captured or killed because they were too busy screwing to notice an enemy’s presence. Or that you lost a battle due to being in a post-coital haze.” She said all of this matter-of-factly, taking turns looking at Izumo and Kotetsu, as though she were making sure they were taking what she said seriously.
Kotetsu felt as though his insides were squirming just from the way Tsunade looked at him. He resisted the temptation to glance over at his lover, who was undoubtedly equally uncomfortable.
“That being said, there can be an exception if it’s absolutely necessary – and I don’t just mean that you’re horny, that doesn’t count as an emergency. You’re shinobi and I expect you to act as such when on duty. But I don’t want you to go into shutdown and come back a mess.”
Kotetsu nodded, letting her words sink in. What she was saying made sense, really. And it wasn’t as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of Izumo for a day. Or two. Or a week.
A week? Who was he kidding? It would be torture. He sighed, and Tsunade raised an eyebrow and glared at him. Kotetsu swallowed a lump in his throat and managed to muster his most serious expression. He was a shinobi. On a mission, he could set aside his base desires. Somehow.
Tsunade seemed placated by Kotetsu’s change in demeanor, and continued. “I hope I don’t have to tell you this but I will anyway – no sex in the workplace either – on duty or off. Not at the missions desk, or in the closet, and especially not in my office. I don’t want ass-marks – or worse – on my desk, I try to keep it clean.” She grinned wickedly at them. “You are dismissed.”
With that, she looked down at the paperwork on her desk and the two men took their leave. The workday was over so they headed out of the Hokage tower and leisurely made their way back to their apartment, arms around each other’s waists.
“You know, I wonder if she’s installed cameras in the Hokage tower,” Kotetsu mused after they had been walking in amicable silence for a while. “I mean, it’s almost as though she wants to catch us. You saw her expression way back when she walked in on us holding hands when we were trying to solve the code.”
Izumo rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she wants any homemade porn of us, she was just teasing. I hope, anyway. The idea is creepy.” He shuddered. “Not like I’d want to take the chance,” he said, glancing at Kotetsu out of the corner of his uncovered eye.
“Aww, it’d be fun,” Kotetsu joked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to skip lunch and fuck in the closet.”
Izumo laughed. “There’s a difference between wanting to do something and doing it. Who knows what Tsunade-sama would make us do to make up for it if we got caught?”
“I know, I know,” Kotetsu agreed, pulling out his key when they arrived at their apartment. “Waiting a few hours until work is over isn’t too much torture.” He unlocked the door and Izumo worked at disabling traps. “As long as I get to have this – ” Kotetsu grabbed his lover’s ass as he followed Izumo into the entryway – “and this –” he continued, reaching around and fondling Izumo’s crotch. “- when I get home,” he finished with a cheeky grin.
Izumo laughed and turned, pulling Kotetsu into a kiss. They parted long enough for Izumo to whisper, “Of course.”
Within minutes, clothing littered the floor and the two were in bed, bodies joined in a way that felt so familiar, so good, and so right.
It was mere days later when Iruka informed them that they had been assigned to an upcoming mission and would leave the next day. The mission was simple enough, nothing to write home about. Just a simple search for a rogue nin, who knew information that could be of use to enemies. Kotetsu and Izumo were even permitted to use force and kill her if necessary rather than capturing her and bringing her back to the village.
It took Izumo and Kotetsu a few days to find the rogue nin, but when they did, the battle was brief but intense. They did end up having to kill her, something that Kotetsu didn’t like, but he was able to deal with it, as was Izumo. This was part of being a shinobi, after all. When they took care of disposing of the body, they shared a look, communicating wordlessly, each confirming that the other was okay, more mentally and emotionally than physically.
The wind, which had been present during the whole mission, but mild, strengthened and grew bitterly cold as the two men made their way back to Konoha. They were only a few hours from their destination by the time evening had fallen, but Kotetsu was growing tired of fighting the frigid wind. He looked over at his partner, who bounded through the trees beside him, and gestured toward the ground, indicating that it might be a good idea to set up camp. Izumo nodded and they descended to the forest floor.
First priority was setting up their tent – it was too cold to bother eating outside, even with a fire. They made do with a meal of dried ninja rations while sitting on their sleeping bags. The tent blocked the wind, but they could still hear it tearing through the trees outside, and the cold seeped through the thin fabric of the tent.
Kotetsu shivered. “The first thing I’m doing when I get back home is taking a long, hot shower.”
“You’d better be willing to share that shower,” Izumo replied with a smirk. “I don’t want you to use up all the hot water and not save any for me. Besides, it’s been days since we’ve had sex and I want to make up for that as soon as possible.”
“Don’t remind me,” Kotetsu groaned. “It’s so hard just sleeping next to you, I’ve wanted you so bad.”
Izumo nodded. “I can see why Tsunade-sama warned us. It’d be too easy to just give in to our impulses, but we need to stay in the right mindset for the mission.”
“Well, technically, we’ve completed our objective and are almost home…” Kotetsu mused, throwing Izumo a lopsided grin.
“And yet somehow I feel like Tsunade-sama would find out,” Izumo said. “Damn it, why did you have to bring up the idea of her installing cameras in the tower? Now I feel like there are people in the trees watching us.” He playfully tugged on a few of Kotetsu’s spikes.
Kotetsu swatted Izumo’s hand away. “If you don’t want to make me horny, don’t touch my hair,” he warned, but then leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lover’s lips.
“We should get to sleep,” Izumo said. “The sooner we get up the sooner we’ll be in that shower.”
“Agreed,” Kotetsu said.
Both men crawled into their sleeping bags, fully clothed. Izumo faced one wall of the tent, and Kotetsu pressed up against his lover’s back as close as he could through the sleeping bags separating them.
“Night, ’Zumo. Love you.”
“Love you too, ’Tetsu. Sleep well.”
But half an hour later, Kotetsu still couldn’t sleep, and judging by the cadence and shallowness of Izumo’s breathing, the other man was awake as well. Kotetsu sighed. It was just too cold for his body to relax enough to drift into dreamland.
“I think it’d be warmer if we joined our sleeping bags together and got naked. Sharing body heat and all.” Kotetsu wasn’t even thinking about sex at this point; he just wanted to warm up.
“Honestly, that’s a good idea,” Izumo replied.
Despite the dark, the two managed to make quick work of unzipping their sleeping bags and joining them together. They awkwardly shucked their clothes while in the cocoon they had created, taking care to avoid exposing newly nude skin to the air in the tent. When their clothing was kicked to the bottom of the sleeping bags, Kotetsu and Izumo found themselves facing each other with only their heads peeking out. Kotetsu maneuvered himself flush up against Izumo, and groaned at the full body contact. Izumo’s skin was warm, warmer than clothing and sleeping bag had been. Izumo must have felt the same way, because he let out a pleased hum.
They breathed each other’s spent breath, and Kotetsu wrapped his arms around the other man and hugged him, wanting more skin on skin, more warmth.
“Mmm, you feel so good,” Kotetsu murmured, pressing his forehead to Izumo’s.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Kotetsu?” Izumo asked. There was a playful lilt in his voice.
“I actually wasn’t planning on it,” Kotetsu admitted. “But now that you mention it… sex would definitely make us warmer.” He pressed his groin into Izumo’s. Neither man was hard at the moment, but that could change very quickly.
“I was just kidding. We’ve been so good so far, and we shouldn’t have sex since it’s not absolutely necessary. We’re still technically on a mission.”
“Don’t you think freezing our balls off counts as an emergency? You know, testosterone and all. I bet we wouldn’t fight as well without it.”
Izumo laughed. “Using physiology as an excuse, nice. Though in a way, you’re right. If we lost them that would definitely put a cramp in our sex life. Which would make us less effective as shinobi due to frustration.”
Kotetsu grinned in the dark. “I knew you’d see things my way.” He didn’t mention the fact that technically it was Izumo who had started them down this path. He was merely happy that they were going to be doing something.
Kotetsu ran his fingers down Izumo’s back and squeezed his lover’s ass. He felt Izumo’s cock hardening against his own, and pressed his mouth to Izumo’s. They kissed lazily, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and Izumo stroked Kotetsu’s side before resting his hand on Kotetsu’s waist. Izumo tasted faintly of the jerky they had eaten earlier, but behind that was a taste that was all Izumo, one that Kotetsu knew and loved.
It wasn’t long before just the touch of their bodies against each other and kissing weren’t enough. Kotetsu didn’t know who had initiated it, but they were grinding their erections together, and Kotetsu moaned into Izumo’s mouth. Then he remembered something, and pulled back.
“Shit,” Kotetsu swore.
“Hmmm? What’s wrong?”
Izumo was silent for a moment. “We do have medicinal salve,” he offered.
“Yeah, but that would mean getting out of this nice warm place and into the cold to dig through our bags.” Kotetsu mused. “Well, there are other things we can do.”
“I think blowjobs are out – breathing would be hard to do from completely under the sleeping bag. Besides,” Izumo added, wrinkling his nose, “we’re not exactly clean.”
“How about this,” Kotetsu asked, and drew back his hips just a bit so that he could wrap his hand around Izumo’s cock. He stroked slowly, just a tease.
“Yeah,” Izumo said breathily. “That works.” He reached down and gripped Kotetsu’s erection, mirroring his lover’s actions.
Their lips met once more, and Kotetsu let himself get lost in Izumo’s taste, in the feel of the warm chest against his own, in the delightful sensations coming from the hand that working over his cock. Kotetsu’s hand moved almost without him having to think about it, he was so familiar with Izumo’s body, with what made his lover feel good, as amazing as Izumo was making him feel.
A particular swipe of Izumo’s thumb over the head of Kotetsu’s cock made arousal spike and flood through Kotetsu’s body. He let out a small noise of need, which Izumo swallowed. Precome was leaking unchecked from the slit, and Kotetsu moaned when Izumo spread it around, adding just a slight bit of glide to the strokes. Soon Kotetsu was able to do the same for his lover, the slick indications of Izumo’s arousal making Kotetsu want Izumo even more.
They rarely made love like this, just stroking each other to the point of coming, usually preferring more full body contact. Still, no matter the situation, Kotetsu wanted nothing more than to please Izumo, and he knew that his lover felt the same way. Trying to focus more on Izumo than on his own pleasure, Kotetsu paid more attention to the movements of his hand over Izumo’s cock. He finally broke their kiss, wanting to look into his lover’s eyes, but it was too dark to see anything but the outline of the other man. He knew what Izumo’s face would look like though – he had seen it so many times.
“Izumo,” he said softly, tenderness filling the single word, and then he cried out suddenly as Izumo’s thumb rubbed against the particularly sensitive spot under the head of Kotetsu’s cock.
“Can’t last,” Kotetsu admitted. It had only been a few days since they had made love, and since he had come, but he had wanted Izumo so badly ever time night had fallen. So every movement of Izumo’s hand, the sound of Izumo’s breathing, and the warmth radiating from Izumo’s body drove Kotetsu closer and closer to the edge.
“Then come for me,” Izumo whispered, voice a combination of love and lust. He tightened his fist and stroked faster, his own breathing ragged from what Kotetsu was doing to him.
It wasn’t much longer before Kotetsu was there, Izumo’s words and hand wrenching his orgasm from him. He let out a strangled cry as he came, balls tightening and cock pulsing with the successive spurts of his release.
Kotetsu’s hand grew slack as he rode out the aftershocks, and Izumo let out a noise of frustration, dropping his hand from Kotetsu’s cock and gripping Kotetsu’s hip instead.
“Damn it, ’Tetsu, don’t stop,” Izumo groaned and bucked into Kotetsu’s loosened fist.
“Sorry,” Kotetsu murmured, and managed to tighten his grip and start stroking again.
Izumo was soon trembling slightly, his hand tightly squeezing Kotetsu’s hip and Kotetsu could tell that his lover was teetering on the brink of orgasm. It only took a few more moments, a few more flicks of Kotetsu’s wrist, before Izumo cried out and came, hot seed spurting onto Kotetsu’s belly.
Kotetsu released Izumo’s cock, and the two lay there for several minutes, the only sound that of their slowing breathing and the wind outside tearing through the trees.
Eventually, Izumo used his foot to retrieve an article of clothing to clean the come off their bodies. When Izumo wiped him down, Kotetsu could tell from the texture that it was a pair of boxers and was grateful that Izumo hadn’t unthinkingly used one of their outer pieces of clothing. If that had been the case, they would have had to wash it to avoid wearing the signs of their indiscretions when they returned home.
Because yes, what they had just done had been an indiscretion. There had been no true emergency. They wouldn’t have frozen to death if they hadn’t jerked each other off. They were still on a mission, and the hokage had said ‘no sex on missions’.
But in that moment, in his post-orgasmic bliss, Kotetsu didn’t give a damn.
“Are you warm enough now?” Izumo asked.
“Mmm. Nice and toasty,” Kotetsu replied contentedly. “Think I can sleep now.”
“Me, too. Love you.” Izumo kissed Kotetsu, a brief press of lips on lips, then rolled with his back to Kotetsu.
“Love you too,” Kotetsu said, and wrapped an arm around Izumo, holding him close.
And with that, they fell asleep within minutes.
“Hagane! Kamizuki!” Tsunade roared. “In my office, now!”
Kotetsu started in surprise and Izumo accidentally dropped the mission report that he had been about to hand to Iruka. Kotetsu turned to look at the hokage, who was already storming to her office, ponytails swishing back and forth.
“I’ll handle those,” Iruka said, indicating the papers that had slipped from Izumo’s fingers to the floor when the man had flinched at Tsunade’s voice. “You’d better follow her now before she gets angrier.”
Kotetsu could have sworn that Iruka was holding back a laugh, and stood stock still trying to puzzle out what was going on.
Izumo muttered a quick “thanks” and grabbed his partner’s arm, pulling Kotetsu back to the moment.
The two walked briskly down the hallway toward Tsunade’s office. Kotetsu said nothing, wondering why Tsunade would be angry with them. The mission had gone well, as had their work before leaving. He could only think of one thing, and looked over to his best friend, partner, and lover.
They didn’t need to speak; both were thinking the same thing.
‘How the hell did she know?’
And more importantly, ‘What is she going to do to us?’
I hope you got a kick out of that one. I definitely enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to leave feedback!
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We’re up to week eight of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! For this week’s post, I’m sharing my very first piece of M/M erotica, written back in 2007. Ah, memories… It is set in the Naruto manga/anime universe and features Iruka (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Iruka_Umino) and Kakashi (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kakashi_Hatake). This piece contains no real plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series. All you need to know is that Iruka’s a teacher of young ninja and Kakashi is a leader of a small team of ninja. It’s pretty much pure smut.
There is audio of me reading this fic, here http://www.mediafire.com/listen/kxg1hu24au2x1p1/Why_Kakashi_is_Always_Late_(KakashiXIruka).mp3 You can listen to it streaming or download it. It’s admittedly not the cleanest recording, and it has some intro material from when I recorded a few years ago for a live audience, but if you like to have stories read to you, check it out! There are a few differences in verbiage between the written and audio versions due to recent edits of the written story.
Categories and advisories: M/M erotica, oral sex, anal sex (both unprotected because they’re a fluid bonded couple – can you tell that despite writing unprotected sex I’m a fan of safer sex practices?), a bit of silliness.
Potentially unfamiliar terms: Icha-Icha – Kakashi’s favorite book series, which is erotic romance. Sharingan – a magic eye that can do some pretty interesting stuff. Kakashi has one sharingan eye, which he keeps closed when not using it.
Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.
And, just a reminder: though hopefully enjoyable, this piece is not indicative of my current writing skills (like I said, first M/M smut fic, written in 2007). I made a few edits before posting it here, though. Among other things, I’ve weeded out the majority of epithets, including all the comparative ones (you don’t want to know how many times I had “the brunet”, “his lover”, “the older man”, “the younger man”, “the chuunin”, and “the jounin” (the last two are ranks)). There is still a third person omniscient perspective, so if you don’t like head-hopping, this may not be your cup of tea. Though, to me and those who have read this before, it’s clear who feels/thinks what…
Anyway, enough disclaimers. If I haven’t scared you away with all of that, I hope you have fun reading!
Iruka’s fingers tangled in Kakashi’s silver hair, breath coming in short gasps.
“Ka..ka..shi..” Iruka groaned, completely at the mercy of the man who was doing such amazing things with his mouth. Kakashi was focusing all his attention on pleasing his lover, sucking hard on Iruka’s erection, tongue alternating between flicking over the tip and teasing along the shaft.
Raising his head but not quite releasing Iruka’s length, he asked, “What? Should I stop?”
The warm breath against wet, sensitive skin made Iruka shiver, and he growled at Kakashi’s teasing, pushing Kakashi’s head back down onto his cock. Kakashi resumed his previous actions and pressed two fingers against the very root of Iruka’s cock, just behind his balls, while continuing to suck and lick at the head. This caused Iruka to tremble and made his breathing grow even more erratic. Kakashi laughed at the reactions, which sent pleasurable vibrations down Iruka’s length. This elicited a moan, which Iruka, embarrassed, attempted to muffle by stuffing a fist into his mouth. Kakashi pulled Iruka’s arm aside gently.
“I want to hear you,” he said after releasing Iruka again. “Don’t hold back.” His voice was soft and caring, but commanding.
Finally, Iruka let go, fully surrendering to the feelings welling up within his body. After a few more moments of delightful torment, he was screaming Kakashi’s name.
“Kakashi!” Iruka’s hips jerked and he came with a guttural groan, his seed spilling into Kakashi’s mouth.
Easily swallowing the come, Kakashi slowly released Iruka’s cock and scooted up to lay beside Iruka in their bed. They kissed, and Iruka could taste himself on Kakashi’s tongue.
“I’m glad I was able to help you relax,” Kakashi said, poking fun at Iruka’s normally uptight exterior.
“I was already plenty relaxed after last night’s sex and sleep. You’re the one who decided to molest me the moment I woke up,” the post-coital man said leisurely, though he was not at all upset to receive a surprise blowjob.
Kakashi played along. “Sorry, since I read Icha-Icha before bed, I had sex dreams and woke up horny. And you’re too cute to resist when you’re sleeping.” He stroked Iruka’s chest.
“Pervert. And I know we’re not done yet.” He smiled and grabbed Kakashi’s erection. Kakashi would need to be satisfied.
“Of course not. And it’s not just for me,” Kakashi said seductively, as though reading the Iruka’s mind. “You want my cock inside of you as much as I want to fuck you until you’re screaming again.”
Iruka blushed, getting aroused once more. Kakashi was the only one who knew that the seemingly straight-laced teacher not only craved frequent sex, but also got turned on by dirty talk. Iruka drew Kakashi close and kissed him hard.
Kakashi chuckled at his eager partner. “You’re up for more already?”
Iruka mutely nodded.
“Can you flip over?”
Iruka did so, propped up on elbows and knees. Kakashi’s long-neglected erection twitched when he saw Iruka so open and ready for him. Quickly grabbing a vial of lubricant from the bedside table, he coated a few fingers with the slick substance. Kakashi gripped one of Iruka’s hips to steady him, and slowly pushed two fingers into his entrance. Iruka moaned as Kakashi stretched him open.
Face nearly buried in the pillow, Iruka managed to groan out, “Need you now.”
Normally, Kakashi preferred to torment Iruka, pleasuring him, but not enough to reach orgasm, until Iruka was begging Kakashi to take him. This time however, Iruka simply looked so gorgeous – face flushed, hair spread out over his back and the pillow – that Kakashi didn’t bother to resist any longer. He ran his tongue up Iruka’s spine, provoking a shiver, before removing his fingers, lubricating his own erection and burying himself deep inside tight heat.
The sensation of being so suddenly filled made Iruka gasp. No matter how often they did this, he was always amazed at how good it felt when Kakashi’s hard length entered him. After giving Iruka a moment to acclimate, the older man began to thrust slowly into Iruka from behind, reveling in the tight heat of the passage surrounding him.
The two men’s bodies moved in harmony, Kakashi’s cock rubbing against Iruka’s prostate with every stroke. Though pleasure filled Kakashi, he knew he would be able to last long enough to make Iruka come first. Kakashi’s endurance as a ninja carried over to his stamina in the bedroom (or in the bath, in the shower, on the floor, over the table, wherever he decided to take Iruka). He enjoyed pleasing Iruka even more than he cared about his own physical gratification. It was just worth it to hear the sounds that came from Iruka, to admire his flushed skin and expressions of ecstasy. The man beneath Kakashi, surrounding him, was simply beautiful. This just made Kakashi want Iruka more, and he began to speed up with his thrusts.
A strangled scream made its way out of Iruka’s throat. Pleasure built within him as Kakashi’s cock pressed against his walls and sweet spot with faster and harder thrusts. He could keep taking it for hours, it felt so amazing, but his body wouldn’t withstand as much sensation as Kakashi could give him. Iruka simply let himself enjoy what Kakashi was doing to make him feel so good.
Kakashi felt Iruka’s relaxation and wrapped an arm around Iruka’s chest to support him. Toying with a hard nipple, Kakashi pressed kisses over Iruka’s exposed back, while continuing to thrust himself repeatedly into the tight body quaking beneath him.
“How do you feel?” Kakashi whispered into Iruka’s ear, trailing his hand down Iruka’s chest and stomach, teasingly close to the erection below.
“Mmm,” purred Iruka, “Touch me… please…” he begged, knowing Kakashi would show him some mercy. He was so close to the edge, all he wanted was for Kakashi to push him over it.
Kakashi obliged and wrapped a strong hand around Iruka’s cock, still wet from their earlier activities. Iruka groaned at the initial contact, but could only whimper and moan when Kakashi sped up the pace of both his strokes and thrusts.
Soon, the combination of friction against his prostate and the stroking of Kakashi’s hand over the head of his erection were too much to bear. He came with a final moan, his semen shooting out onto the sheets and Kakashi’s hand. Kakashi continued to support his lover as the tightening of Iruka’s inner muscles brought him to his peak, his powerful orgasm driving his hips forward and making him come deep inside Iruka.
They remained in that position for several moments, Iruka trembling while being held up by a comforting arm around his chest. Kakashi tenderly kissed Iruka on the back of the neck before pulling out. Helping Iruka relax on his side, Kakashi lay on his back and provided his broad chest as a pillow. Iruka sighed happily as Kakashi stroked his hair with one hand and licked the semen off the other.
“Love you,” Iruka murmured into Kakashi’s chest.
Kakashi smiled, bent forward to kiss Iruka on the forehead, and held him close.
“Love you too, Iruka.” He lay back, closing his right eye, his left having been closed the whole time to avoid using his sharingan.
After a while of just laying nude with Kakashi, the sleepy teacher realized it was probably a good idea to get up and get ready for the day.
“Kakashi? What time is it?” he asked, hoping it was still early enough for him to have adequate time to prepare for school.
“Oh, about seven,” Kakashi replied calmly.
Iruka shot upright and Kakashi opened his normal eye to look at Iruka quizzically. “What’s wrong, Iruka?”
Glaring down at his lazy partner, Iruka spoke with the exasperation of a teacher lecturing a disobedient child for the hundredth time. In fact, that was exactly what he was doing. “First off, I have to be at school at eight. But more importantly, you’re supposed to have been training your team since an hour ago! You do this all the time!”
Unfazed, Kakashi replied, “They can practice together for a while. That’s what teams are for.”
“No, it’s just an excuse for you to be lazy!” Iruka sighed and shoved Kakashi out of their bed, half in annoyance and half because he felt like the other man deserved it. Kakashi fell to the floor with a satisfying thump. “This is why you’re late for everything, even missions. You have no self discipline and no ability to prioritize.” Iruka chided, as he got out of bed, the responsible teacher once more.
Kakashi got up from the floor then stood face to face with Iruka, giving a cheeky grin before pulling on his clothes but still leaving his handsome face bare. “Well, it’s not like it did any harm today. And it’s not out of laziness that I did this. You enjoyed yourself too, I know…”
Iruka, now out of his wanton sexual mindset, didn’t respond and merely blushed.
Kakashi kissed him tenderly and whispered, “See you tonight,” flicking his tongue against Iruka’s earlobe. The still-nude ninja blushed again, and his partner merely left the room with a wave to go meet his team, over an hour late.
I hope you enjoyed this story! Next week, perhaps I’ll post the sequel. Please comment if you have feedback to share! I love feedback!
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Hi folks! I just finished the first draft of my first original story in eight years. I meant to get this post done earlier, but the story has been consuming my thoughts and time. I was tagged by http://rupured.com/ to post this by the 14th. It’s technically the 15th where I am now, but better late than never, for a simple blog post on my own site, right?
What am I working on?
I just (as in, an hour or so ago) finished the first draft of an urban fantasy erotic romance story that I’m submitting to an anthology. It’s ~8500 words currently but the limit for the anthology is 8000, so I’ll be cutting the fat, so to speak. I sent it to a few beta readers and will be looking at their suggestions and editing in the morning, then sending it off, because the deadline is tomorrow (procrastination? what’s that?).
Sugar and Spice is in a world very similar to ours. The only difference is that magic and mages exist, though not everyone knows about them. It is the story of a transgender woman with a career in graphic design who decides to take a gamble and buy and take a magic potion to undergo a transformation to change her body’s sex. Her partner, a cisgender woman, is a loving and supportive barista. They have a bit of a sexual switching dynamic, sort of a D/s lite type of deal. I classify this story as erotica. Yes, there’s a plot, and conflict, but there are two sex scenes in the story that take up a big portion of the wordcount. One is pre-transformation, and one is post-transformation. One is in their shower, and the second is in the locked office of the coffee shop where the cisgender woman works. There are some references to pumpkin spice lattes that make me glad that it’s pumpkin spice season. I plan on treating myself to one tomorrow if I can find a place that has sugar free syrup.
This story really surprised me, because is nothing at all like what I thought my first piece for submission would be. I temporarily put aside my idea for a M/M/M BDSM polyamory novel (which I’ll still be writing, with two others authors) when I had several inspirations at once for this story. I wanted to have a bit of a focus before writing, and decide where to submit it before writing it, so I looked at Cirlet Press’ website. I’ve been listening to a lot of their stories on the Nobilis Erotica Podcast (http://nobilis.libsyn.com) and have learned they are a good company to work for, so I decided to look into their calls for submission. The one for the Coffee – Hot anthology seemed like it would work quite well for my story; all I had to do was weave the coffee theme into the setting.
How does my work differ from others in its genre?
This is a tricky question to answer because I don’t stick to one genre, exactly. Most of what I’ve written over the last eight years has a sexual or romantic element to it, but some of what I write is humor, some is erotica, some is romance. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if my romance counts as erotica or not, because even when I write a story with a heavy focus on plot and emotion, there’s still plenty of steamy sex. That being said, I think my work is different from a lot of others in a few ways.
I plan to write all kinds of gender combinations in my stories. A lot of people stick to M/M or M/F or F/F… not me. I’ve written M/M, M/F, F/F, and M/M/M so far. I have written a transgender character, as I described above. I plan to continue to write all kinds of relationships and characters that fall under the LGBTQetc rainbow… and some heterosexual stuff too. I prefer to be inclusive rather than exclusive. It’s funny, though, because I spent years writing M/M exclusively, but returned to my M/F roots when I had a dream that just had to be written as a story. Since then, everything was M/M again for a few years, until some recent nonfiction that I wrote based on personal experience (M/F and F/F/M).
I’ve written polyamory and BDSM/kinky stories. I plan to continue to write both, sometimes in the same story. The difference between me and some other authors in this regard is that I actually practice BDSM/kink, and am in an open relationship where multiple romantic partnerships are on the table as a possibility. Poly and kinky are not always intertwined, but they can be, and I’m writing about them together because I learned about both at the same time. Because of my involvement in the kink scene, I know a lot about polyamory, from talking to friends who have been navigating the world of ethical nonmonogamy. And even if there’s an activity in BDSM that I’ve never done myself that I’m interested in writing about, I probably know someone who’s tried it and can ask them about it.
I am absolutely unapologetic about writing extremely graphic titillating sex scenes. Even my sweet, fluffy romance has smut in it, and I’m proud of it. I see that from some other authors, but not a huge number of them.
I write some relationship dynamics that are taboo. or at the least make some people uncomfortable. One of my most popular fanfiction stories deals with a teenager seducing a man over ten years his senior, who has a position of authority over him. I’ve also written some things that, were they not fiction, would be illegal to do in real life *wicked grin*.
Why do I write what I do?
Quite simply, because it’s fun. I like writing sex. I like writing interpersonal interactions and intrapersonal musings. I like writing silly dialogue. I like writing angst. I like writing romance.
How does my writing process work?
It depends on what I’m writing and on my mood. For short pieces, sometimes I just sit at the computer, start at the beginning, and write until the story’s done in one sitting. For longer pieces, I often write outlines (anywhere from a few phrases for each scene to full descriptive summaries) and then flesh out the prose of individual sections, not necessarily in order. For example, for my first longish fanfiction piece (about 10,000 words), I started in the early middle, skipped to the early bit of the end, then moved on to the beginning, and filled in the gaps afterwards. I can write linearly, but if I’m writing on my own rather than collaboratively, I like having the freedom to bounce around as inspired, jotting down phrases and sentences that I like for different parts of the story and coming back to them later.
Also, I usually write on the computer. Occasionally I’ll handwrite, but I type much faster, so if a computer is available, I’ll use it.
Who’s next on the blog hop?
Sometime the week of September 15, the hop continues with these stops:
To hop backward, head to http://rupured.com/2014/09/fabulous-five-blog-hop/ where I’m tagged. Thanks for reading! Now I’m off to sleep! It’s past my bedtime.
For week seven of http://www.freefictionfriday.com I’m posting something different from my usual fare. This piece does not feature sex or romance, and is purely comedic (or at least, it’s intended to be). I wrote it for a fanfiction meme that had authors list pairings from several different series, and gave scenarios that mixed and matched the characters from the various series for authors to write crossover drabbles. This drabble was my response to the prompt “Let’s see (Person A) stuck in a closet with (Person X)”. The characters were Kurt from the live action TV show Glee and Vegeta from the anime/manga Dragon Ball Z. Needless to say, it is a very odd crossover, but I like the way I made it work. I couldn’t write them as a couple, but I did something much more fun. It takes place in the school Kurt attends, in a a kind of hybrid of the Glee and Dragon Ball universe (technically, given one reference, this takes place at some point after Dragon Ball GT).
Categories and advisories for this story: humor, swearing, slight homophobic attitude (more anti-fashion than anti-gay), minor threat of violence, sexual banter, general insulting banter
Potentially new/unfamiliar terms/characters: prince of all Saiyans – Vegeta is the last remaining member of the royal family of the near-extinct Saiyan race. Saiyans are warmongering aliens who look human with the exception of a monkey-type tail, and they transform into ape-like creatures at the full moon. Karofsky – a football player who bullied Kurt. Goku – a Saiyan who grew up on Earth with whom Vegeta has a sort of odd rivalry/friendship.
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters were created by Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Ian Brennan. Dragon Ball Z, the world, and the characters, were created by Akira Toriyama. “Defying Gravity” from the musical Wicked is by Stephen Schwartz. I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.
This is another story from a prolific streak two and a half years ago, so the disclaimer I’ve been using recently applies. I have greatly improved in my writing skills since writing this piece. However, I decided to leave this story as is for now rather than give it an overhaul.
I hope you enjoy Trapped in the Closet!
“I can’t believe you got us locked in here. I’ve been out of the closet for two years,” Kurt huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“And I’ve gone my whole life without being in the vicinity of a man who spends as much time choosing clothes as you do,” Vegeta said with a sneer, though Kurt couldn’t see it in the dark of the Glee club’s storage closet.
“Don’t you talk about my fashion sense, mister spandex pants and bulky armor! And remember when you thought it would be a good idea to grow a mustache? That thing looked like a caterpillar died on your upper lip!”
“That armor was designed specifically to be durable, not fashionable, you imbecile. And at least I’m strong, not weak like you, who can’t even defend himself against a player of that stupid game you call football.”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Karofsky. “Fuck you,” he spat.
“Not bloody likely. If any fucking were to happen in here, I’d be on top, and you’d probably break, you skinny brat.”
Kurt searched for a retort, but gave up after about thirty seconds. “I hate you, Vegeta.”
Vegeta let out a single noise that may have been a laugh. “That’s something we agree on.” He paused. “How long until this Schuester you called will be here to unlock this damnable closet?”
Kurt checked the time on his phone. “I called him ten minutes ago, and he lives a half hour from the school. Can you do the math, oh prince of all Saiyans?”
“You’re trying to annoy me, aren’t you, brat?”
“You’re avoiding the question.” Kurt said. “What’s thirty minus ten, Vegeta?”
“If it will get you to shut up… twenty, of course.”
“Oh, good. You don’t have an ape’s brain after all,” Kurt said and laughed.
“Do you think you can spend twenty minutes in silence, boy? Or will I have to render you unconscious?” Vegeta snarled.
“Fine, fine.” Kurt said, resigned.
But after five minutes, he was humming the tune of “Defying Gravity”, and Vegeta didn’t follow through on his threat. He wished he hadn’t promised Goku that he wouldn’t harm innocent civilians, otherwise Kurt would be lying passed out on the floor from a punch to the head.
I hope you enjoyed reading Trapped in the Closet! Writing it was so much fun. I love feedback, so please, leave me some! Check back next Friday for another story. Between now and Sunday, I’ll be posting my Fabulous Five Blog Hop post!
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We are at week six of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! I have another fanfiction piece to share today, one I wrote during a particularly prolific period two and a half years ago. This story takes place in the world of the manga Fullmetal Alchemist. I wrote it with the canon of the manga and the second anime series (FMA Brotherhood) in mind, but it could work in an alternate universe of the first anime series. It takes place several years after the series, but there aren’t any significant spoilers for the series, and you don’t need to be familiar with it to enjoy the story, I think! The characters featured are http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Roy_Mustang and http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Edward_Elric
I also have an audio recording I made of myself reading this story. The mic I had at the time wasn’t great, but I edited out the background noise as much as possible. So if you’d like to listen to me reading this, you can stream or download from http://www.mediafire.com/listen/fgj23z1238cfh0g/First_Day_in_Office_(RoyxEd).mp3
Categories and advisories for this story: crossdressing for sexual purposes, military/uniform kink, M/M, anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex
Potentially new/unfamiliar terms: in this world, Furher is the title/rank for the leader of the nation of Amestris. This is not WWII era Germany, but an alternate world.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist, the world, and characters, belong to Hiromu Arakawa and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.
Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. For example, I don’t use comparative epithets, any more… However, I decided to leave this story as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. I think it’s still entertaining as is.
I hope you enjoy First Day in Office!
Roy Mustang sat behind the desk in his new office and sighed. First day as Furher and the influx of papers that he was required to read and sign seemed like it would never end.
The inauguration ceremony had been the day before, and it had been quite boring for the most part. Though he was known as a charmer, Roy didn’t enjoy schmoozing with the elite; he much preferred to be able to relax and be himself. The true celebration had begun when he was finally able to go home. He and Ed had enjoyed each other’s bodies late into the night, making love like there was no tomorrow.
But then tomorrow had come, and Roy had kissed his lover goodbye.
“Have a good day, Furher Mustang,” Ed had said when Roy turned to leave, giving Roy a smack on the ass and a nibble on the ear. “I’ll come by to distract you from your work later.”
Roy had chuckled without turning back to Ed. “I’d like that. Enjoy your day, Fullmetal.”
And with that, Roy had left their new home, the Furher’s mansion. His driver had held open the door to the back seat of the car that would take him to work from that day onward, and Roy had thanked the man. They had driven in silence, and Roy had thanked him again, wishing him a pleasant day when he had let Roy out at headquarters.
Walking through headquarters had been interesting. Some people had greeted Roy verbally, others silently, but they all had saluted. It would take some getting used to. After what had seemed like hours since he had left home, Roy had opened his office door to find a desk covered in several large stacks of paper, which had made his eyes grow wide. It would be a long day.
Now, at noon, with only a quarter of the paperwork completed, and more coming in now and then, Roy sighed again. He was contemplating breaking for lunch, even though he wasn’t hungry, when a knock came at the door to his office. “Come in,” he called, staying seated behind his desk. As long as the person didn’t add to his stack of paperwork to be completed, he didn’t care who was at the door.
Roy smiled when a certain blond head peeked into the room. Ed entered Roy’s office with a wave, carrying a bag from a department store. Roy looked at the bag with a raised eyebrow. Neither he nor Ed usually shopped there.
“Hi,” Ed said, approaching the desk. “How’s your first day?”
“Better now that you’re here,” Roy said, gesturing to his pile of papers that he hadn’t yet looked at. “What’s in the bag?”
“A present for you,” Ed said, giving Roy his trademark grin… but it looked a little less cocky than usual, Roy thought. Was that apprehension he saw on Ed’s face?
“Oh?” he asked, waiting for Ed to explain.
“Yeah, figured I should get you something. You know, for your new office. Well, sort of. You’ll see,” he said, fidgeting a bit where he stood.
Roy was right – Ed was definitely nervous. But why be concerned over a simple gift? He waited for Ed to hand him the bag, but the younger man made no move to do so. Instead, he looked down, a light blush staining his cheeks
“Well? Do I get my present?”
Ed looked back up at Roy. “In a minute. I need to use your bathroom,” he said.
Puzzled, Roy simply nodded and gestured toward the bathroom adjoining the office. Ed went in, taking the bag with him and shutting the door behind him. Roy drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting to find out what Ed was up to.
A few minutes later, Ed called from the bathroom, “Close your eyes until I say you can open them.”
Now Roy was extremely curious. But he would play along. “All right, I’ll close my eyes,” he said, doing so.
“Are they closed?”
“Yes, Fullmetal,” he said, a touch of impatience in his voice.
“No peeking,” Ed insisted.
“I promise I will not peek,” Roy said in his most politically sincere voice, which made Ed laugh.
“All right,” said Ed, and Roy heard the door to the bathroom open. Soft footfalls approached the desk, and stopped directly in front of Roy. A moment later, warm lips pressed against his own, and Roy kept his eyes closed, as promised, leaned in and deepened the kiss. He probed Ed’s mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste, and Ed let out a small hum of pleasure before pulling back all too soon.
“You can open your eyes,” Ed said quietly.
Roy did, and when he looked at Ed, his jaw dropped. The younger man’s hair was down and he was wearing an ensemble similar to the military uniforms, blue with gold accents. This in itself was strange enough, but it was the particular style of the clothing itself that rendered Roy speechless.
Ed was wearing a miniskirt.
There was no other way to describe it – the skirt was far from reaching Ed’s knees. There were a few inches of space between the hem of the skirt and thigh-high white socks. Ed wore no shoes, and the top half of the uniform was fitted such that it gave the illusion of hips and a tapered waist.
When he was able to gather his thoughts somewhat, Roy stood, walked around the desk, and kissed Ed soundly. He wrapped his arms around Ed’s waist and fondled the younger man’s skirt-clad ass.
“I take it that means you like it?” Ed asked when their lips parted at least a minute later.
“Yes, very much. Thank you,” Roy said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Ed’s ear. “You look… amazing.”
Ed grinned. “Now don’t expect that I’ll do this all the time. Or ever again, for that matter,” he said, giving Roy a little glare. “I don’t want you to forget that I’m a guy.”
“Oh, I doubt I could forget that, Fullmetal,” Roy said seductively, flipping up the skirt slightly at the front so that he could rub Ed’s cock through silk panties. “You thought of everything,” he said appreciatively, and he felt the warm flesh beneath the fabric begin to stiffen at his touch.
“Yeah, well, I heard you had a thing for miniskirts,” Ed murmured against Roy’s neck, then sucked lightly at a sensitive spot, making Roy groan.
“Careful,” Roy warned. “Don’t want…”
“I know, I know, can’t leave a mark where your minions will see it,” Ed said, laughing. The warm breath against wet skin made Roy shudder slightly. Ed drew back and looked into Roy’s eyes, an impish grin playing on his lips. “So… do you have some free time?”
Roy smiled back. “I can make free time for you.” With that, he drew his lover into another kiss, resumed his stroking of Ed’s cock through the panties with one hand, and kneaded Ed’s ass with the other. Ed simply wrapped his arms around Roy and allowed the older man to take the lead.
Soon, Ed was rutting against Roy’s hand, and the older man’s erection tented his pants.
“Want you here, now,” Roy breathed in Ed’s ear.
“I was counting on that,” Ed said, smugness showing through his arousal.
Roy laughed. “You know me too well.” He maneuvered Ed so that the blond was close to the desk.
Ed, adept at reading Roy’s signals, faced the desk and rested his weight on his lower arms. “Oh, here,” he said, then pulled a small tube of lube from a pocket of his shirt and handed it to his partner. He watched Roy over his shoulder.
“You really came prepared,” Roy remarked. He pulled down Ed’s panties, freeing Ed’s cock, and smoothed his hands over pert ass cheeks, leaving the skirt on. “So beautiful,” he murmured, looking into Ed’s golden eyes.
Ed blushed. “Come on, fuck me already.”
“As you wish,” Roy said with a grin, and poured lube over two fingers. He pushed one slick finger into the tight ring of muscle, and Ed’s body accepted it easily.
Only a few moments after the first finger was inside of him, Ed growled in impatience, and Roy added another. “Soon, Ed, soon. I want this as much as you do.” His own cock was begging for attention, and after stretching Ed for what he deemed was just long enough, he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, letting them drop to the floor. Roy poured a liberal amount of lube into his hand and spread it over his aching cock before lining himself up with Ed’s entrance.
He leaned over Ed and murmured in his ear, “Going to take you now. Hard and fast.” That was all the warning he gave before entering Ed in one thrust, making the younger man moan. Ed’s passage was just as hot and tight around Roy as it had been the night before, and Roy rocked his hips in a few shallow thrusts, getting them both accustomed to the position. He soon sped up the pace, snapping his hips forward and gripping Ed’s hips, driving himself into the younger man.
Ed braced himself against the desk, unable to do anything but moan, his head falling forward to rest on the wood surface. The desk was shifting slightly each time that Roy thrust into Ed. Roy’s cock dragged across Ed’s prostate with every thrust, and Ed’s body was trembling slightly, inner muscles tightening around Roy and driving the older man mad with pleasure. As the desk moved to the rhythm Roy had set, papers tumbled from their piles to the floor without either man noticing. Pens and pencils rattled in their cup, but the men’s heavy breathing and groans almost drowned out the sound. Roy was too far gone to care if anyone walking past in the hallway heard them. He loved how vocal Ed was, and grew increasingly aroused by the sounds Ed was making.
“You’re gorgeous,” Roy husked, as he watched the man beneath him. Ed looked utterly debauched, hair spilled over his back, face pink, and skirt hiked up so that Roy could see himself filling Ed’s tight body, entering and withdrawing over and over.
It was the combination of the tactile, aural, and visual sensations that overwhelmed Roy enough to drive him over the edge. He let out his loudest groan yet as his balls tightened and his orgasm tore through him, his release coming in spurts inside of Ed’s hot passage. He almost collapsed on top of Ed, but managed to steady himself.
“Come for me, Ed…” Roy growled, starting to thrust again despite his body’s desire to relax and the fact that his cock was so sensitive from just having come.
Almost immediately, before Roy had a chance to touch Ed’s cock, the younger man came, screaming Roy’s name and soiling the front of his skirt. He slumped against the desk, breathing hard, and Roy moved one hand from Ed’s hip to stroke the long blond hair as his own heart rate and breathing returned to normal.
“That was… wow,” Ed managed to say.
“Yeah,” Roy agreed.
He stayed buried inside of Ed for a few minutes, letting them both enjoy the afterglow. Eventually, he reluctantly pulled out, and Ed let out a disappointed sound, then stood up straight and faced Roy, smiling. He leaned forward to kiss Roy, who sucked briefly on Ed’s lower lip and stroked the side of his face.
They soon parted and looking into each other’s eyes, they communicated wordlessly. Roy could, and would have said, “I love you” if Ed didn’t find it ridiculously sappy. So instead, Roy just smiled back at Ed, letting his fondness show in his expression.
As his brain started to return to its normal state, Roy realized that it would be a good idea for them to clean up. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Ed before tucking himself back into his pants and readjusting his uniform. Ed meanwhile cleaned himself up and tossed the handkerchief into the wastebasket by the side of the desk. He kicked the panties off from around his ankles and went to retrieve the bag with the clothes he had been wearing previously.
“You’re not going to leave the miniskirt on?” Roy asked, teasing.
Ed glared daggers at Roy, despite the fact that the older man was joking, and didn’t dignify his lover’s question with a response. He simply shucked the skirt and top, then peeled off the socks, standing fully nude before pulling on his regular clothes and tossing the new ones in the bag.
Roy simply watched Ed, grinning. “You did look quite sexy in that outfit, you know.”
“Do you know how embarrassing it was to have to buy that stuff? When the salesperson started asking me questions I had to pretend it was for my girlfriend,” Ed scoffed, braiding his hair with practiced ease.
“You mean you didn’t do what you usually would and tell them to fuck off?” Roy asked.
“I didn’t want to get kicked out of the store,” Ed said, smirking as he pulled on his boots. “Anyway,” he said as he stood and straightened his clothes, “I should probably let you get back to work.”
“Probably,” Roy said with a small frown, then paused. “Thank you, Ed. For the present. I appreciate it.” He kissed Ed lightly.
“Glad you enjoyed it, Furher Mustang,” Ed replied, grinning. He gave a pointed glance at the lube on the desk. “Let’s keep that there in case we need it again. I’ll see you at home tonight, Roy,” he said, then walked toward the door. Hand on the knob, he turned to Roy again. “Try not to let Hawkeye keep you too late.”
“I’ll do my best,” Roy chuckled.
They waved to each other, and Ed exited, leaving Roy alone in the room.
It was only upon turning back to his desk that Roy saw that roughly half of his paperwork, completed and not, now littered the floor.
I hope you had fun reading and/or listening to First Day In Office! I love feedback, so please feel free to comment on what you thought of the story! I’ll post something different next week.
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I’m a spoonie (spoon theory info here if you’re not familiar or need a refresher http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/wpress/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/ ). But sometimes I forget about spoon management since my depression and anxiety are so well managed most of the time. But even though they’re well managed, I cannot function like an average able bodied person. I still need to work on balance and taking care of myself.
I’ve been very bad at spoon management lately. I’ve been not taking enough quiet me-time, and as an introvert (albeit a very sociable friendly one), I need at least a little of that to recharge, even if it’s only a bit every few days (though on weekdays I get built in introvert time on my commute). Even time with just one other person is more recharging than what I’ve been doing the last five days.
Thursday night after work, I attended a discussion group. I went to work Friday and had a friend over that evening. I attended my weekly eating disorder recovery meeting and two social gatherings Saturday. I attended one gathering Sunday, and two gatherings Monday. I also didn’t sleep enough Thursday, Saturday, or Sunday nights, and didn’t nap when I had the chance.
I had a fantastic time at all gatherings, but fell into bed emotionally and physically exhausted Monday night. I dreaded going to work the next day, even though the work that awaited me has a far off deadline and isn’t hard. I texted my boss, told him I needed the day. He was concerned and said we need to talk about this when he’s back from vacation next week. He knows my situation, and he’s thinking I need to take better care of myself. I don’t think my job is at risk – at least, not if I turn things around. But I felt guilt for worrying him. I also felt guilty for not being able to earn money on a day like today, since I only make money for hours I work at my current job. But I’m feeling positive this morning, and will make the most of today.
So, here are my plans for today. I think doing them will not use all today’s spoons and will help me replenish those I’ll need to work tomorrow.
– Sleep well – already done. Feeling physically good.
– Eat my 3 planned healthy meals – already had breakfast.
– Walk the dog – just needed to get done. Easy and fun.
– Write my gratitude list on facebook – Easy and helpful.
– Reply to some social emails – these have been making me feel guilty because I keep procrastinating on them, but will be fun to reply to.
– Talk to Grace R. Duncan online – fun and helpful.
– Spend time with my partner when he gets home from work around 5 – fun, bonding, and helpful!
– Stretch goals if I have enough extra spoons – draft cover letters for jobs I’m interested in. Do some small things for my writing career.
Well wishes are appreciated! Feel free to share your own experience with similar stuff in the comments.