The waves moved slowly across the sand, taking tiny rocks and granules with them in their backwash before relaying them further down the beach. Kakashi sat quietly, legs sped and a brunette and tan-skinned man sitting between his legs, his normally spiky pony-tail down around his shoulders as Kakashi rested his pointed and un-masked chin on the loose tendrils of Iruka's hair. They both watched as the water changed the beach around them; shaped it in its own visions.
Pale and long hands ran up a tanned chest, rubbing firmly up and down in the summer's sun; enjoying the feel of the skin under his fingers. He curled his fingers around a prominent hip, arms crossed, and pulled the smaller man into him.
A chocolate laugh erupted around the empty beach as the teacher was pulled to a pale chest, pressed close, and then a dark neck was nuzzled. His name was called out as he rolled the smaller onto the sand, said smaller kicking and laughing as though it would make a difference.
They fought like children, running from one another like fools and leaving squashed and spread footprints on the milky sand.
He caught Iruka near to sea, throwing them both into the foamy water and capturing lips in his; playing with tongue and teeth because he's allowed to. His eyes closed in bliss as he tasted the many tastes Iruka offered to him so willingly; as he failed to withhold a moan.
His eyes fluttered open, mismatched in reds and blues; unlike his loves in dark and glossy coffee. He looked at the empty side of the bed next to him and nearly sobbed, his hand unconsciously travelling the pillow and down to the centre, going under the covers. He caressed the mattress where a chest should be like there was a person there, like he was caressing his lover.
If only.
A/N: And now I've just done the thing I said I hate, and now I'm a hypocrite.
I really need to vent, I need to talk to someone because I'm having a terrible time. As many of you know, I've moved over to Fiction Press to write original stories, and I've spent months on a story called "Nuclear Mind & Quantum Feet" which I'm so proud of.
I've got sheets and sheets of notes for it, I've written several chapters and for once in my life I was excited to post it, because I was finally happy where my writing was going.
But I got literally nothing, not one thing. No follows, No reviews, nothing.
I was devastated to say the least, because I was so happy with it and I wrote it with the reader in mind - I created forums to ask people for opinions because I wanted people to love it as much as I did; but even the person I was talking to on the forum didn't read it. No one.
It's dragged me into such a dark place - I've got no motivation to write anything, and its horrible becasue I was going to send NMQF to a publisher after I was done.
Now it's just - I can't even deal with it, because I wasn't expecting anything at all it didn't hurt that much when nothing came through, until I read some shitty little One-shot that was 500 words of pure kinky, pointless and mediocre sex between two guys who didn't have personalities, and that ended with them suddenly falling in love.
It pissed me off to no end, because this story which the author admitted had only taken 5 minutes to write, got 300 reviews.
300.
I thought "I cant judge them for just that, I'll read something else to see if their writing is normally fuller" and so I read a multi-chap she wrote.
They didn't finish it, and every chapter they begged for reviews.
It was plotless (even i hated that, and i love a good drabble), and had a sex scene in each chapter between different men who appeared to have no relation to each other, but were all in the same story. I messaged her a few days ago asking i she was going to continue, and if they were unrelated one-shots, and she replied to me just now;
"No, they aren't and i didn't realise they look like it :P oopps! No i'm not gonna finish it, it was my first story and tbh not many people liked it"
It got 150 reviews and "not many people liked it"
If only.