Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
This is the second part to my overtime thing. I know theyre submitted seperately, but I didn't think I would carry this on so I didnt bother with the chapters thing.
Can be read alone anyhow.
Thanks to everyone who favourited and reviewed, and thanks to RomanticVoltaire for all the help :)
"Iruka, why do you even watch these things?" Kakashi asked as he forked the last of his dinner into his pale mouth.
Iruka turned his head slowly, making sure he wouldn't miss anything important, before replying, "Kashi. Lucky Sweetheart is genius! Who would ever think that Davey and Jason were actually lovers in a past life?! Or that Angela's new toyboy was actually her son?! It's always so surprising!"
"Precisely. It's stupid, everyone in it can't act and they're all overly dramatic." The Jounin replied, causing Iruka's eyes to widen significantly.
"Davey would never have said that to Jason! He's too nice!" Iruka exclaimed childishly, slightly hurt that his boyfriend couldn't understand the love he had for his shows.
Kakashi sat silently, unable to comprehend the other mans anguish. Suddenly, an unpleasant thought occurred to him.
"Ruka? Do you..do you prefer Davey to me?"
The corners of Iruka's mouth twitched as he tried to suppress a smile at his lover's strange thoughts. The pale man sat in Iruka's worn armchair, his head bowed as though awaiting unpleasant news, his hands nervously twitching.
"Kashi, are you jealous?" Iruka chuckled, unable to hide his grin.
Kakashi looked up quickly and pouted.
"Maa Iruka, you do! You love him more than me!"
Iruka shook his head at the others stupidity and slowly left his seat on the old couch, walking around to sit in the older man's lap.
"Kakashi, I don't love Davey. Firstly because he's made up, and secondly because he isn't a crazy, perverted Jounin with a pout."
Kakashi grinned against the tanned man's neck as he wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist.
"Besides, he isn't half as handsome as you."