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nev3rfound · 4 years ago

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curled up : b.b

bucky hasn’t seen you all day in the compound, and it turns out you’re sick in bed. so being the loving yet oblivious boyfriend he is, he decides to provide some needed comfort. (1k)

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Walking into the shared living space within the compound, Bucky looks around, only to sigh in disappointment. “Anyone seen Y/n?” He calls out, only to be greeted by a series of heads shaking in response.

“You sure she’s not found someone else to annoy? Like Peter for messing up on his date with MJ?” Sam laughs, oblivious to Peter holding his hand up sheepishly.

“Erm, I’m right here, Mr Wilson.” Peter mutters, and Tony rolls his eyes, motioning to Peter to lower his hand back down.

“I haven’t seen her since last night,” Bucky admits quietly, unaware of Sam raising a brow to Steve. “and she’s not answering her phone either.”

Footsteps echo from behind, and Bucky knows it isn’t you as the footsteps stride through the corridor.

Loki stands tall as he passes Bucky with a smug look on his face. “Missing something, Barnes?” Loki questions playfully, hearing the metal plates in Bucky’s arm whirring as he forms a tight fist. “No need for that, I can assure you.”

Rising to his feet, Thor steps forward much to Loki’s disappointment. “Come on, brother, where is Lady Y/n?” Thor’s voice booms as he stands in front of Loki, recognising the sly look crossing his gaze. “Don’t make me ask you again, Loki.”

“I’d do what he says if I were you,” Tony chimes in from the couch, eyes never leaving his phone despite a potential argument brewing between a super soldier and two literal Gods.

“Well then,” Loki starts, looking between Bucky and Thor. “if you must know, Y/n is sick.”

Scoffing, Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “She can’t be, she was fine yesterday.” Bucky reasons, but Loki simply looks at him before tearing his eyes away mischievously.

“Buck, she isn’t invincible,” Steve speaks up. “she’s only human.”

“Pitiful really,” Loki mutters, tutting to himself as he moves past the pair. “now if you’ll excuse me, I’m after some needed quiet after having to put up with Y/n sneezing and coughing two rooms down all night. Not exactly the kind of noise I like to hear from someone in the night.”

Turning around, Steve shakes his head as Bucky’s feet remain cemented in place. “Buck, go,” Steve ushers, and Bucky snaps out of his thoughts, rushing through the corridor toward the elevator. “god, young love, hey, Queens?” Steve jokes to Peter who nervously laughs.

“Whatever you say, Mr Rogers.” Peter mumbles, hoping by some miracle the ground will swallow him whole. *

Hovering outside of your door, Bucky can hear your dry coughs and faint swears leaving your lips.

“Hey, doll?” Bucky knocks on the door before opening it, revealing the room drowned in darkness; and at least twelve packets of empty tissues discarded across the floor.

“Bucky?” You speak up, sounding nasally. “I thought I told Loki I didn’t want anyone coming in here.” You add in defeat as you sink your head back down into your pillows, unaware of Bucky’s smile fading.

Closing the bedroom door behind him, Bucky creeps over toward you until he’s perching on the edge of your bed. Despite it being close to pitch black, a slither of light peeks through the blinds and Bucky can see your eyes are closed, but brows remain furrowed together.

“You didn’t want me to come check on you?” Bucky tries to hide the defeatist tone in his voice, but you open your eyes and reach out sleepily, flinging your hand on his.

“No, no I didn’t mean it like that,” You tiredly whine, and Bucky chuckles under his breath. “I didn’t want anyone getting sick, I’ve got into full quarantine.” You explain before coughing violently, a hoarse noise leaving your lips.

Bucky quickly picks up the glass of water you’re reaching for, and passes it to you. He listens as you gulp it down, a softer cough following before you lie back down.

“Full quarantine or not,” Bucky starts as he rises to his feet, moving around the bed to climb in beside you. “I’m not leaving.”

Feeling the dip in your bed, you roll over as a pair of arms wrap around you gently, lifting your body closer to his.

You hum in content, knowing there’s no use fighting and you don’t exactly have the strength to bother trying.

Resting your head on Bucky’s chest, his metal arm remains wrapped around you whilst his other hand rests on your hair, his fingers attempting to run through the tangled knots.

“Loki didn’t pass my message on, did he?” You suddenly ask, and Bucky pauses. “Stupid God.” You mutter, feeling Bucky’s chest rise and fall softly.

“He is, isn’t he?” Bucky remarks. That’ll show Loki for trying to get between him in and his girl. “Do you want me to get you anything? Like some soup? My Mom always made soup when I got sick as a kid.”

Shaking your head in response, you tug on the duvet, pulling it further over you both. “Can you just tell me a story? I wanna hear more about your family.” You whisper and Bucky tenses beneath you. “I, sorry Bucky, if it’s not something you’re ready to share that’s okay.” You ramble, but Bucky shushes you, returning to running his fingers through your now knotless hair. “I’d happily tell you, doll.” Bucky leans down and kisses the top of your head. “Well, growing up on Sundays,”

It was almost instantaneous that you fell asleep in his arms before Bucky was even able to get into any depth in his story. But it didn’t matter as you peacefully slept in his arms as the occasional snore left your lips.

Smiling to himself, Bucky closes his eyes, wondering how he ever got so lucky to find a girl like you; ill or not, you’re the most precious thing in his life.

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howtosingit · 4 years ago

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SNEAK PEEK: Next to You (That’s Where I Want to Be) - Chapter Seven: February | Bewitched, Body and Soul

Hello, friends! I know that it has been 7 weeks but who’s counting a long time since I updated this fic, and I have no excuse other than the fact that my writing muse has been off hibernating while my brain went “let’s freak out about the show airing and care about literally nothing else.” So fun!

I’m slowly finding my way back into the groove of writing, but I don’t want to keep you all waiting any longer for some content from this AU, so here is the entire first scene of the next chapter! Thank you for your patience, your kudos, and your support, and I hope you enjoy this little taste of what’s to come 🤗

(If you have no idea what I’m talking about but find yourself intrigued, check out the fic masterpost to read the first six chapters!)

SNEAK PEEK (2.2K) UNDER THE CUT...

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“Why is it completely impossible to find a decent man around here?”

Carlos glances up from the book in front of him to find Michelle standing at his side, glaring down at her phone as she swipes through something on the screen.

“‘Around here’ as in… the library?” he teases, gesturing past the desk in front of him and out towards the third floor study area. Since it’s still pretty early in the semester, the couches and tables aren’t filled the way they will be next month for midterms. Carlos likes working the checkout desk when it’s not as busy; it gives him more time to keep up with his own reading for class.

“What?” Michelle asks, looking up from her phone to glance around the space. “No, not the library, Carlos.” She shakes her phone, letting out a frustrated groan before tossing it down on the desk in front of her. “I’m serious, there are no decent men left in the world.”

“Well, hey-”

“Straight men, Carlos.”

“Ah,” he says, pressing his lips together to keep from laughing. After a few years, he’s very familiar with Michelle’s tragically complex dating history, so he knows to just go with her on this one. “I can’t really speak to that, sorry,” he adds unhelpfully.

“Yeah, yeah, Mister ‘I’m so in love with my boyfriend I make everyone around me want to puke’,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she shuffles through a stack of returned books on the cart nearby. “We can’t all just accidentally move in with our soulmates like you did.”

Carlos feels heat on the back of his neck, but he also can’t stop the smile that pulls at his lips, or the way an image of his roommate flashes through his mind. He feels like he’s been wearing an unbreakable smile for the past three weeks, and he refuses to be embarrassed about it.

Because TK Strand is his boyfriend, and it’s honestly everything he’s ever wanted.

It’s a little crazy how easily they’ve fallen into their new relationship, but in hindsight, Carlos realizes it’s not that surprising. For the past six months, they’ve formed a bond unlike any he’s ever known. TK is the person that he wakes up to - even though their beds are on opposite sides of the room - and falls asleep talking to. He’s the person that Carlos seeks out when he’s stressed or excited or just wants someone nearby. They talk about anything and everything, they laugh until their stomachs hurt, they cry while watching movies together. There is nothing that stands between them now; no walls, no fears, no ex-boyfriends. To Carlos, they sometimes feel like two sides of the same coin, while also somehow still being their own individual coins. It doesn’t really make sense when he tries to understand it, but it overwhelms him in the best possible way.

He knows that Michelle is happy for him, even though she likes to joke about how disgusting and in-love he is right now. But, that still didn’t stop her from giving him a bone-crushing hug when he first told her, his face as red as a firetruck when she affectionately whispered “I told you so, Carlos” in his ear before planting a kiss on his cheek.

In his “honeymoon period” - as his friends have taken to calling his current state of being - he can’t even be mad that she was right.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Michelle’s phone dings on the desk next to him, her answering growl at the message causing his brows to furrow and his lips to pull downward into a frown. “What’s this about, ‘Chelle’?” he asks, preparing himself for one of her classic tirades.

“I don’t understand why guys have to get so cagey and weird about Valentine’s Day plans,” she begins, her lips pursed in annoyance as she continues to glare down at her phone. “Like, I’m not trying to coerce you into a date on this one freaking day just so that you feel obligated to marry me and give me children one day, you know? I just want chocolate and wine and some good sex! Why does that have to be such a thing?”

Carlos stares at her, trying to figure out how to respond. To be honest, he’s never really seen the point of Valentine’s Day. Sure, he absolutely loves romance - he used to dream about finding his fairytale prince, after all - but he’s never really seen the point in fixating on one day when real romance happens every day. He feels like a lot of people bottle up all of their grand gestures for a few major holidays, but forget to make simple gestures the rest of the year, and he’s never really understood that. It doesn’t help that he’s never had a person to share one of those holidays with, but as he sits and listens to Michelle, he realizes that that’s no longer true.

That thought causes something resembling fear to settle at the bottom of his stomach. For the first time in his admittedly short relationship with TK, he feels wildly unprepared.

He shakes himself out of his thoughts, determined to leave his stressing out about it until later. Right now, it’s Michelle’s turn.

“I mean, did you tell them that?” Carlos asks, gesturing to the phone when Michelle just stares at him. “The person you’re talking to?” he clarifies.

“Yeah, but he’s just being an ass now,” she scoffs, tossing her phone down again. She starts pacing behind him. “Talking about how he doesn’t ‘know if he’s free’ or how he ‘might already have plans, so he has to check and let me know later.’ Like, he’s obviously pretty careful about making plans on Valentine’s Day, so he totally knows if he already has them or not!” She’s rubbing tiredly at her face when the phone behind her rings and Carlos watches as she throws her hands up in frustration before moving to answer it. “Whatever, I’ll just buy my own chocolate and wine and spend the night at home. Who needs a man to have great sex anyway?”

Carlos is saved from answering when Michelle picks up the phone, all traces of frustration disappearing from her voice as she speaks to the other person on the line. With a shake of his head, he turns back to the front of the desk, adjusting his glasses as he finds his place in his book once again.

He makes it through a few more chapters before he’s once again interrupted, this time by the soft rapping of knuckles on the counter in front of him. He jumps slightly, pulled from his pages as a wide smile takes over his face when he looks up to find his boyfriend leaning against the desk just off to his left, staring at him with a soft smile. “Hey, you,” TK says, his face resting on his palm as it rests on the counter.

“Hi,” Carlos whispers back, and he knows that if he could look in a mirror right now, his eyes would be squinty from the way his smile takes over his entire face. He can’t help it, he’s always just really, really happy when he gets to see TK. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not too long,” TK answers, sliding along the counter until they’re directly in front of one another. “When I came up, your face was all scrunched as you were reading, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Carlos clearly hears what he’s not saying - I just wanted to look at you - and his heart starts somersaulting in his chest. He bites down on his bottom lip, hesitating for only a moment, before he stands from his chair to lean over the desk and press a gentle kiss to TK’s lips.

“I like it when you disturb me,” he says when they part.

“And I like it when you kiss me,” TK says, glancing down at Carlos’s lips before staring up at him, his green eyes wide and beautiful as a faint blush covers his cheeks. With a lovestruck sigh, Carlos leans forward again, unable to help himself. This time, he lets the tip of his tongue peek out between his lips, hoping just a little taste of TK will keep him satisfied until he’s done with his shift.

TK groans when he pulls away again, trying to chase Carlos’s mouth but finding himself blocked by the desk between them. “Why do you have to be working right now?” he complains, his bottom lip jutting out.

“Stick around a little longer and I might not have to work at all,” Carlos teases, reaching out to run his thumb along TK’s pronounced lip. “You’re going to get me fired for inappropriate workplace behavior.”

“Now, wait a minute!” TK cries, stepping away from Carlos’s touch and crossing his arms over his chest. “I just came by to check out my favorite librarian, sir. You’re the one who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

Carlos rolls his eyes at his boyfriend, but he can’t stop the smile that appears on his face to mirror the one on TK’s, the man obviously pleased with his own joke. It makes Carlos want to take on the world for him, just to see him smile like that every minute of every day.

“I find it hard to focus when you’re around,” he admits, shaking his head as he looks around them. It’s still early in the afternoon, so there are very few people in the study area, and only a couple passing through. He glances behind him to see that Michelle has disappeared, probably to fulfill an archives request or something. “You think I’d be used to it by now,” he continues, picking at his fingers as he avoids eye contact with TK, “but I don’t know that I’ll ever be.”

“Hey,” TK says softly, reaching out for him. Carlos immediately takes his hand, linking their fingers together and laying them on top of the desk. TK’s thumb drags against his skin, and he feels little bursts of electricity on every one of his nerve endings. “You know I feel the same way, right?” his boyfriend asks, ducking his head to make eye contact. “Like, I think 98% of what goes on up here is just Carlos Carlos Carlos all the time, on a constant loop,” he says, gesturing to his head with a sardonic smile.

“Especially when you’re wearing those glasses and scrunching your face about something in one of your books,” TK adds on, lifting his free hand to trace along Carlos’s eyebrows. “I’ve had endless dreams about this crease between your eyes, it’s really beyond ridiculous.”

Carlos shivers when TK adjusts his glasses on his face, running his fingers along the edge of the frames as his eyes slide around to take in his features. It’s exhilarating, terrifying, and somehow affirming all at the same time, to be admired by the man before him.

They’re really doing this, the two of them. They’re falling in love, and it’s just as easy as breathing.

“We really are disgusting, aren’t we?” he jokes, parroting the claims made by all of their friends in the past few weeks.

“Oh, totally, without question,” TK nods, his eyebrows scrunching adorably as he lets out a laugh. “I would definitely want to punch us if we were other people.”

“I’m glad we’re not though. Other people. I’m glad we’re us.”

“Damn it, Carlos,” TK whines, dramatically folding himself in half as he pushes away from the desk like someone’s forcing him to do so, “I really am going to get you fired if you say things like that to my face.”

Carlos doesn’t respond, watching as TK glares at him for a moment before his smile breaks through. With a shake of his head, he dives back towards him, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. Before Carlos can even remember to kiss back, he pulls away again.

“Okay, I’m taking control of this situation,” TK says, shaking his head when Carlos raises his eyebrow in question. “Nope, stop it, put that eyebrow down and stop looking adorable, Reyes.” TK begins to slowly walk backwards away from the desk, a new look of determination on his face. “I’m going to go downstairs to get you a juice, and then I’m going to go sit in that chair furthest from this desk and study until you’re done.”

He looks proud of his new plan, clapping his hands together in triumph as a ridiculous grin takes over his face.

“And then what?” Carlos can’t help but tease, his tone challenging.

“And then,” TK fires back, his grin transforming into a smirk, “you and I are going back to our room and we are definitely not going to get any studying done whatsoever. How does that sound?”

Carlos lets himself have this moment, lets himself feel the way his body and soul comes alive as he looks at the man in front of him. The man of his dreams, now the man of his reality.

“Perfect,” he finally says, unable to hear it over the pounding of his heart.

Every moment with TK sounds more perfect than the last.

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ontherockswithsalt · 5 years ago

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A Made Man

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A/N: I support all the things that happen this fine morning and I hope you do too. Smut ahead, among other stuff. :)

Chapter 38.

“What time is it?” Noble mumbles the exhausted question when he feels me climbing back into bed.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick up his phone. “Just after seven.”

“Oh god,” he groans, turning away from me on his pillow. “I think I’m too old to hang like we did last night.”

The two of us are still naked underneath the covers and it feels good to wake up to him this way. Well, not entirely good considering the dull thud in my head. The previous night left me dehydrated and my body spent.

“I’m sorry I’m old,” Noble adds.

I stretch back, propping an arm beneath my head. “You’re younger than I am. What does that make me?”

“A cougar,” he mutters.

Tipping my head back, I laugh up at the ceiling.

He goes on. “My sugar daddy.”

With a weary groan, I rub my tired eyes. “God, you wish.”

His little smug laugh that he can barely manage is cute, as if it’s all he can do to muster the happy flick of a smile with his eyes still closed. “You’re only ten months older,” he says.

I sigh. “Indeed I am.”

“January nineteenth.” He supplies. “Is your birthday. We need to make plans.”

It amuses me that he just lies there, tucked down beneath the blankets, rambling about nothing, half zonked out.

“You should go back to sleep,” I offer. “How’s that for a plan?”

He’s quiet for a moment and I watch his back expand with slow, measured breaths. “I’ll make you shrimp scampi risotto.”

I turn to him, shaking my head at his sleepy nonsense and I press a kiss on the back of his shoulder. “Alright, sounds good. Keep sleeping, okay?” Then I leave him with a squeeze on his arm. “Do you need anything? I’m gonna get up.”

“Mm--” A rattling moan vibrates in his throat. “Just love me for who I am, babe,” he murmurs. "That's what I need." Then he lets his face fall into the pillow.

I have to laugh, the affectionate term warming my chest a little when I hear it from him.

Pushing myself up, I slip out of bed and make a half-assed effort to get dressed. I rifle through my backpack to find a pair of boxer briefs and some sweatpants to put on. Then with a stretch, I make my way through the quiet penthouse.

If Noble had it his way, I'd stay in bed with him all morning. I know that. But I appreciate having a morning of solitude, the cold and the chaos contained outside, inside it feels so good removed from it all. And I don't know what kind of sleeper Bianca is but if she's anything like her brother, she'll hibernate in the guest room a little longer.

At the end of the entryway, I pull open the door and scoop up the copy of the newspaper laid out on the floor. Then I head to the kitchen to prepare a pot of coffee.

After I push to start the brew, I linger there at the counter and skim the Times article above the fold when I hear the soft click of a door closing down the hall. Maybe Bianca doesn't sleep as long as I thought.

Gradual footsteps approach and already I furrow my brow at the distinct sound of heavy boots attempting to be quiet rather than bare feet.

When I turn and look, I see Vinny round the corner. He's dressed the way he was last night -- jeans, a sweater and his leather jacket -- and he stops short when he sees me.

My eyes go wide and I have to keep myself from announcing his presence. Glancing behind me -- I don't know what I'm expecting, someone else to be witnessing this or what -- I scoff in surprise. "Cruz, what the hell?" I whisper.

Vinny's mouth opens a little but then he just smiles. That fucker. "Oh hey, what's up?"

"Did you sleep here?"

His gaze averts as if searching for his answer. "Ahh…"

"I thought you went home." Confused, I wrack my brain for a decent memory of the night before. I remember walking back from the bar and seeing Vinny off out front. And he got a cab or left on the train or something. But he definitely didn't come up with us. Did he?

With a squint, he wonders, “Nick would be pissed, huh?” He manages to bypass an explanation of how he wound up here. From his pocket, he pulls out his phone and scans the screen for any notifications before he tucks it back. “I was just gonna slip out so it’s not an issue.”

I’m still sort of baffled, my thinking stifled by a hangover and I need caffeine before I can process whether any of this has consequences. “Yeah dude, you can’t-- Does she know you’re leaving? Or is she still asleep?”

“No, she’s up.” He answers, but then a smirk teases the edge of his mouth and he can’t contain his own smug indication that there was hardly any sleep to be had. “She told me to get the hell out before you guys woke up. So you never saw me, partner.” Then he smiles again and leaves me with a slap on my arm before he backs away and heads down the hall.

I stand there while he leaves, dragging a hand up my face and across my eyes until I hear the door click shut. Then with a heavy exhale, I shake it off. Whatever. Shit happens. Who am I to blame Vinny for not exactly the smartest hook-up?

With the faint sound of the shower running in the guest room, I decide to pour a coffee, and one for Noble, then make my way back to bed. I’m not interested in lingering out here in the apartment when Bianca emerges.

Taking the two mugs down the hall, I get back to the master suite and ease the door closed behind me with my elbow. Noble stirs when I set a cup on his nightstand, but I head over to my side and carefully climb back into the rumpled covers. Propping some pillows behind me, I settle back and look for something mellow to kill time with on TV while I come back to life with my strong coffee.

I let Noble laze in and out of a light sleep for a while, turned on his side facing away from me. It doesn’t bother me when I know he has plenty of time before his flight. It’s hard to resist messing with him a little and I reach over beneath the covers and pinch hard on the fleshy curve of one asscheck.

“Hey--” He simply mutters without even flinching. “Who’s there?”

“No one.” But I do it again, this time with a handsy grasp of my whole palm.

“Listen, no one. I have a boyfriend.”

Smirking, I reach over to my side and set my coffee mug on the nightstand. Then I slide further down in the sheets and fit myself against him from behind. “You do?” I tease. “Does he make coffee in the morning and bring you some while you’re still in bed?”

“No.”

I laugh. That’s true, I typically don’t. Depends on how carried away things get in those sleepy early mornings. “Well I did,” I murmur the words against the back of his shoulder.

“You sound hot,” he rasps.

“Are you still sleeping?” Reaching down, I push my hand up the side of his thigh, over his hip and across his waist.

“My dick certainly isn’t,” he answers without moving.

I smile against his shoulder and scoot in even closer, my chest at his back. Trailing my hand low along his stomach, it dips down and drags up the underside of his shaft.

There’s an immediate slow, scratchy sigh in his throat when I stroke him there.

Idly, I run my hand over his hard-on, playing with him as I lean in and leave a kiss on the side of his neck.

I go on like that for a while, teasing him awake with a light touch at first. When I ease up for a moment, a smug smile surfaces when Noble subtly urges himself into my loose fist, then tilts his ass back against me, asking for more even though he’s trying to pretend he’s still held captive by sleep. Yeah right.

There’s some lube in the drawer on my nightstand and I make use of it for a quick moment before I settle back in behind him.

I grasp his cock and he responds with this low groan when I do. And after that, the teasing’s done. I work to jerk him off, encouraged by the helplessly noisy moans he lets out when he arches his head back.

My own sounds are muffled when my mouth falls on his neck and I kiss him there hard. My teeth scrape a little and I bite down right where it curves toward his shoulder. The sensation makes him cough out Ah, god-- shit! louder than he probably wanted to.

I keep working him, pressed up against him. My slick fist strokes to the tip, closing a little tighter all the way down.

“Fuck--” he whispers and I can feel the breathy vibration of it in his throat. “You’re gonna leave a bruise on my neck.” He laughs when he warns me and his chest sinks with a hard exhale.

“Sorry.” I ease up, pulling my mouth away. I don’t think I realized. But I give him a wet kiss right there on the throbbing little mark I just made.

Then he leans his weight back against me and I move some so he can turn onto his back.

I adjust beside him, continue my determined fist, roused by the rigid thickness of his cock in my hand.

He lets his head fall back and his mouth opens, panting hard breaths above my head. God, it’s really hot watching him like this, completely unguarded, entirely trusting. He doesn’t have any place to muffle his groans. He’s not going to stop and take over. All he can do is feel everything with nothing else to distract him.

“Jamie, you’re gonna make me come,” he whispers in a shaky breath. His teeth drag across his lower lip and then release it.

I merely encourage him with a throaty hum and keep my fist working exactly like this until I feel the pulsing in my hand.

He lets go and I watch him come across his stomach, clenching with a few ragged twitches as he exhales heavy with each one.

I hadn’t planned to come in here and get him off, I swear. But damn, I can’t help it when he looks this good naked and the morning hours belong to us.

After he heads to the bathroom to clean up, he comes back to bed. “I guess I need to take a shower and get ready,” he decides, even though he’s sliding back under the covers. “But I’m gonna lay here and remember that handjob fondly for a minute.” Then he sighs a cleansing, wistful breath and it makes me laugh.

“You’re entitled to that,” I tell him as I move to make my way out of bed for my turn in the bathroom.

“Let’s see about this coffee.” He shifts over, sits up a little and reaches for the mug.

“How is it?”

He swallows hard and manages an appreciative groan. “Perfect.”

“Good,” I acknowledge before I close the door behind me. I’m not long before I return, sinking my knee into the mattress as I crawl over him and reclaim my spot.

“I must’ve been fast if the coffee’s still hot,” he remarks.

“Hey, no one’s complaining.”

“Um, I might have to file a complaint about this.” When I look over, he cranes his neck to point out the rosy little welt, low on the curve of his neck that he had obviously taken a minute to inspect in the bathroom.

“Oh no.” I chuckle.

“Look at that.” He runs his finger over the mark. “Damn.”

Shifting up, I lean in closer, tracing the faint imprint with the edge of my finger. It’s small, like the size of a thumbprint, faintly colored but yeah… that’s gonna take a day or two to fade. ��I didn’t mean to.”

Teasing, he shakes his head and hums in disapproval. “You’re a biter and you never admit it.”

“Well I admit I did that.”

“You have so much rage inside you.”

“Shut up,” I laugh. “I do not. I’m sorry, though.”

His eyes flit away playfully and he makes a face like he’s not having my apology.

I angle closer, lean in and touch a kiss right there where I had bruised him. Then I nudge my nose against the angle of his jaw and he turns to meet my lips. We linger there in a soft, short kiss. With the edge of his tongue, he tastes my bottom lip and we kiss once more.

“Mm-hm,” he finally hums. “I’ll get you back.”

“Please do,” I murmur.

“Rise and shine, my loves!” Bianca’s voice calls out from the other side of the closed bedroom door before she knocks her knuckles there incessantly. “Are you boning?” She asks but she’s already on her way in, continuing to make a bunch of noise on the door as if this is a fair heads up.

“Jesus, Bianca!” Noble cries.

“What?” She shrugs innocently as she breezes into the room, dressed in tight pants in some sort of snowflake pattern, fuzzy socks and a huge sweater, her hair still wet. “You’re just sitting in bed having coffee. I want in.” Then she comes over and slides one knee onto the foot of the bed and climbs on.

“Whoa-whoa-whoa--” Both Noble and I protest, before he questions, “Yeah, what if we weren’t?” He tugs the blankets to better cover himself considering he’s the one still naked but his sister apparently couldn’t give a damn.

“And the coffee’s out there,” I add, pointing toward the living room and I’m hyper-aware suddenly of what this room looks like and whether we left any evidence of our evening and morning activities.

“I came to talk about breakfast options,” she reasons. “I’m hungry.”

I set my skeptical gaze on her. Yeah, I bet.

Noble sighs. “Call down and order some damn food.”

“How’d you sleep last night?” I cut in, my pointed question catching her a bit off guard.

She slants a look my way. “Fine.”

“Really?” I question with a lift of my chin.

“I guess.”

I press my lips together. “Mm-hm.”

“Why?” A nervous laugh puffs out of her.

I offer a shrug. “Just asking.”

She narrows her gaze at me but I manage to keep a fairly unreadable expression and a part of me enjoys planting a little seed of paranoia in her head that I know.

“I’ll take some breakfast if you’re ordering,” I tell her.

“Yes, please go order food and let me put some fucking clothes on,” Noble announces. “And how about we have an across the board policy on not hanging out on the bed when one of us is naked?”

With an airy sigh, she rolls her eyes and slides off the bed to her feet. “Shame it was you and not Jamie!” She declares her complaint as she walks away, grinning back at us over her shoulder.

#jamie x noble #i really do love joble mornings #and well well well #I thought someone took the subway home

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5 Easy Energy Boosting (Coffee Free!) Tricks for the New Year

New blog post! After a week or so of relaxing with family, enjoying time unplugged and away from work or school, it can be challenging to suddenly jump into the swing of a new year. Especially if you're like me and don't like coffee or caffeinated tea! So what's a grad student to do besides research how to increase energy naturally - and add a few new foods that increase energy to my usual gluten free diet? Today, I'm rounding up the five research-backed tips I'm using to boost my energy levels as I start another semester of grad school and teaching. Whether you're looking for a quick energy boost, are curious about which foods increase energy or just want to feel your best in 2018, these tips are exactly what you need to take the first week of January by storm.

So let's dive on in...

1. Walk it (AKA, mental and physical fatigue) off.

One of my favorite ways to naturally boost my energy levels during long days of work is taking a walk. When I'm spending most of the day blogging, grading papers or working on my computer, a mid-afternoon walk keeps my muscles from tensing up and lets me get a hit of fresh air. If you work in an office, try taking a stroll during your lunch hour or have a phone meeting while enjoying some rays outside. If you're a student like me, take longer routes from one class to the other, or catch up with friends by taking a walk together between classes. Research has found that taking even a 10-minute walk can boost people's energy levels for two hours after the walk ends. If you turn a short walk into a habit for at least three weeks, researchers also reported that people's overall energy levels and mood got a boost. Now I know why short (or long) walks are some of my favorite activities!

2. Make sure your cup (of water) is full!

As I've shared before, hydration and I are very good friends. Because of certain medications I take for my fibromyalgia, I have dry mouth and rarely go anywhere without a water bottle in hand. My digestion is also a lot happier when I start my day out with a lot of water (including a mug of warm water with squeezed lemon and a little apple cider vinegar). While you've probably heard of the importance of staying hydrated before, though, you may be like me and have not realized that water is a natural energy booster. In fact, feeling extra tired is one symptom of dehydration. Personally, using a water filter (like this one) and eating water-rich meals like homemade soup or hydrating foods like watermelon, lettuce and berries helps me make sure I'm getting plenty of liquids. So, if you feel like you're dragging this January and need a quick energy boost, maybe keeping a full water bottle nearby is an easy answer.

3. Unplug from all of your gadgets for at least a few hours (or even a whole day).

As a blogger, it often feels nearly impossible to not have some gadget within reach almost 24 hours a day. If I'm not writing blog posts, I'm researching for them, promoting them or managing related social media channels. (Any fellow Instagram addicts out there?). As I discovered last year, though, taking some time - even a whole weekend - to unplug from social media can make a big difference in your mental and physical energy levels. Why? Well, I'm no researcher, but as someone who uses social media a lot, I can attest to the fact that constantly keeping up with others online can be mentally draining. It's also no secret that technology can mess with people's sleep schedules...which means a bigger need for energy boosters the next day. Even ebooks can be problematic, with one study finding that people who read an ebook versus a traditional paper book before bed took longer to fall asleep and felt more tired in the morning.

If you're still shopping for a 2018 New Year's Resolution, perhaps cutting down on your social media use or going technology free one day a week can give you the exact energy boost you're craving...

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4. Give yourself a mental vacation - even if it's only five minutes long.

If I had to sum up all of the (awesome) advice I got in 2016 using only one word, it would be "mindfulness." My physical therapist encouraged me to be more mindful when exercising in order to avoid injury. My dad encouraged me to be mindful during my first semester of grad school, and remember to enjoy as much of the experience as I could. And you can hardly log onto Instagram or Facebook without seeing some colorful meme encouraging more "mindful eating," "mindful living" or just plain "mindfulness." Although "mindfulness" might be one of 2017's buzzwords, that doesn't mean mindfulness isn't part of a healthy life. In fact, mindfulness - at least in terms of giving your brain a break - might be an easy way to boost energy. Why? Well, various studies have linked high levels of stress with low levels of energy. Since mindful meditation has been shown to help those feeling stressed or anxious, maybe a five-minute "brain break" featuring deep breathing, yoga or soft music would be a better option for an energy boost than a cup of coffee or an energy drink.

5. Upgrade your nutrition plan.

You've probably heard the old saying, "You are what you eat." Well, if you're trying to learn how to increase energy naturally, foods (especially these edible energy boosters!) can play an important role. Chia seeds have recently been thrust into the spotlight as energy boosting superfoods, thanks to their high amount of fiber and omega-3 fatty acids. I can't say that chia seeds have turned me into an energizer bunny...but they sure are delicious in recipes like chia seed pudding, chocolate superfood smoothie bowls and pumpkin spice quinoa flakes porridge. Even more recently, I've added another kind of food to boost energy to my gluten free diet: Better Than Coffee Bars. When BTC reached out and asked if I'd like to try their energy-boosting gluten free snack bars (in return for possibly talking about BTC on my blog/social channels <-- yay, full disclosure!), I thought about my crazy second semester of grad school and replied a big Y-E-S. Better Than Coffee Bars are gluten free, vegan, soy free, kosher, nut free (except for coconut), low sodium and GMO free. Plus, they get their energy boost powers from South American plants, maca and guarana.

Since I don't consume caffeine regularly and each BTC bar contains 100mg of caffeine, I've enjoyed chowing down on small pieces of a BTC bar along with my mid-morning snack. Better Than Coffee Bars come in four flavors, and, so far, the Dark Chocolate-Coconut is my favorite. The dark chocolate and guarana give the bar a slightly bitter flavor, which is offset well by the shredded coconut. I also like that the bars are full of pieces of seeds, making for a crunchy bite. Do these bars really boost energy levels? I can't say for sure. If I ate a full bar (or the half of a bar that BTC recommends people start with), I'm sure the caffeine would have me jumping, for better or worse. For now, though, I'm enjoying Better Than Coffee Bars as a tasty gluten free snack to fuel me through the rest of my day...and that's enough of an energy boost for me!

How to Increase Energy Naturally: The Bottom Line

The more I've researched and the more energy boosters I've tried, the more I've decided that the quest for increased energy levels is a lot like the quest for any other aspects of healthy living: it requires discipline and finding the schedule and diet that works for you. Maybe that means you enjoy a cup (or several) of coffee or tea every day. Or maybe that means you experiment with other activities or foods to increase energy, from going for afternoon walks to snacking on chia seeds or Better Than Coffee Bars.

If you take anything away from this post, I hope it's that energy boosters differ for everyone and what works for me may not work for you. However, you may never know what can increase your energy until you try unplugging from your electronics for a day or drinking extra water - and there's no better time to experiment with new healthy habits than the start of 2018. And if you learn any other energy booster secrets along the way...well, let's just say that your favorite gluten free college celiac is always open to more ideas! *I received samples of Better Than Coffee Bars for no charge in exchange for editorial consideration. However, all opinions and photos are my own, I was not paid for this post, and I only share gluten free products that I sincerely enjoy. If you do decide to try Better Than Coffee Bars, visit their website and read their full disclaimer about the effects of these bars on different individuals, etc. Thank you for supporting what supports Casey the College Celiac!* What's your favorite way to boost your energy levels? Are you a coffee or tea fan? Tell me in the comments! via Blogger http://ift.tt/2E3xs1a

#Blogger #college #celiac #gluten free #coeliac #celiacs #paleo #primal #foodporn #foodart

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