17. Porcupine (Narusasu)

The day had been filled with rigorous training, and both Sasuke and Naruto were exhausted as they returned home. But it was Tuesday, meaning that even when they got into their apartment, they were going to stay up for another hour; Naruto would force Sasuke to watch his favorite show.

Naruto wasted no time tossing himself onto the couch and turning the TV on. The show had already begun, and the two had missed those oh-so-important beginning clips that set up the whole show. This did not deter Naruto, much to Sasuke's dismay.

The Uchiha did not want to fight with Naruto over who got the larger portion of the couch tonight (as they did most nights), so he dropped himself onto the floor in front of the blonde. He felt like he would never move again, like his bones were made of lead. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, Sasuke tried to indulge in some quality napping time; the show was not important anyway.

A commercial sequence began not a minute later, Sasuke was not paying attention. He was concentrating on that special place on the back of his eyelids that always led him to sleep--he was almost there. Gently, but almost rudely, fingers began tracing light patterns on his shoulders, pulling him from his sleep.

Sasuke let out a quiet moan as the fingers began to push and pull at his muscles. His back arched into the touch. He let his head roll forward when thumbs began to rub circles on the back of his neck. Fingers were pulling off his head band--he shivered-- only to return to his temples, soon moving on to massage the top of his head. Sasuke leaned his head back again, another small moan escaping his lips. This was bliss.

A soft chuckle rumbled behind him. "Jeez, Sasuke, how much hair gel did you use this morning?" Naruto questioned. "It's like there's a porcupine living on your head! I'm surprised that my hands haven't started to bleed!"

Ok, bliss gone. Naruto was no longer a god of massage, he had been properly demoted to his original position of idiot.

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Sorry it's so short... and crappy... I have a big project due tomorrow that I've barely started O.o.

Explanation for this piece: The other day I was at my locker and the kid two lockers down from me (who is a mere acquaintance) drops his books on the floor, turned to me and said "Lauren, you should give me a back rub," and then continued with his locker business... it was odd. and so began the back rubbing story.

Also, I like writing things where people are otherwise occupied.. It's easier, not as much thought.