Edited it myself. Sorry in advance ^..^
## Taxi
Kakashi's first day as a taxi-driver went on rather good. He completed all the tasks in time and without any difficulties, even in spite of evening traffic jams. Now it was already night and there was only one last task for this shift left.
He stopped the car not far from the impressive entrance of the hotel. The hotel was huge and pompous. Kakashi whistled in admiration and relaxed into the comfortable seat. Whoever his passenger was, he wasn't in a hurry for sure. Besides, the street, as well as the lobby, looked totally deserted.
After 10 minutes of wait the hotel's doors burst open wide, so Kakashi turned his head to see who's going out. He remembered his last passenger had to be a male. And there was a male. A rather drunk brown-haired youngster fell out of the door frame right to the ground and began to try to stand up, simultaneously muttering something about bastards, unfair life and silly always late men. Kakashi frowned. Did that man mean personally him being always late? He tried so hard today and was in time to every single client! Even now he arrived two minutes earlier! A little bit annoyed, he watched the brown-haired stranger slowly crawling from the hotel's door.
"Who's the best ninja of the town?" the man wondered clearly rhetorically, reaching the causeway's border, "I am!" He hung his head over the edge and stared at the spillway.
Kakashi could be laughing, if all these actions weren't so absurd. He started an engine and slowly drove closer to the lying man.
Two hands appeared on the car's hood and freaky man straitened himself, shamelessly leaning at the car. Kakashi gritted his teeth. The car was new and completely under his responsibility. The man sat on the car's hood and stared at confused Kakashi, who clenched the steering wheel in his hands.
"Hello taxi-driver! Why are you here so late?" he asked, crawling further as if wanting to be face to face with the opponent.
"I'm not late!" muttered Kakashi, a little bit lost and still deciding what to do next. He could either sit inside and watch the stranger scratch his new car with his jacket's zipper and boots or come out and throw him away. He grinned evilly; or maybe he should start the car and drive until the freak fells down…
"I'll call you Silver!" declared the man on the hood.
"Why? Because of my hair?" wondered Kakashi. He sighed and opened his door to come out of the car. It was his first day and the last client, so he had to be polite.
"No, because you've got only one eye," the lying man murmured, now staring at the driver who got round to stay in front of him, "Like a pirate, captain Silver!"
Kakashi rolled his eyes. Why did everyone think he has only one eye? The fact he covered another eye with a patch couldn't necessarily mean there was an empty hole in his head!
"For you to know – I have two eyes" Kakashi said patiently, while thoughtfully observing the man spread on the car's hood. A body looked really nice – lean and fit, "Besides, I presume that captain Silver had the only leg, not the only eye".
"Well, I don't remember exactly," The man sank into a reverie for a second then frowned and started to crawl further to the edge of the car. When he reached it he looked down at Kakashi's boots, "I hope you have both legs. You have to drive a taxi after all!"
Kakashi smirked and shook his head.
"You don't need both legs to drive an automatic car," he pointed.
"An automate, he?" muttered the man. He was still staring at Kakashi's legs, his face obtaining an expression of great admiration.
"What?" Kakashi asked, definitely distracted by the stranger's intense attention.
"You've got a nice set of legs," The man raised his head and grinned at the taxi-driver, "Can you turn around please?"
"I'm not a fucking model!" Kakashi started to freak out. It was almost dawn; he desired to get into the shower and after that – into the bed, "I was a taxi-driver in the morning and my shift is over, so come already down, I'm going home!"
"Easy there," The man smiled at him and the smile was unexpectedly warm, "Almost accomplished!" He crawled from the car's hood and managed to get to the passenger's seat amazingly quickly. Kakashi exhaled. Maybe it was just a little drop of doom for the otherwise wonderful day? He sat back at the driver's seat and started the car. His passenger was suddenly quiet, just sitting there and humming a strange melody.
"What's the name?" wondered Kakashi. Actually, he only asked his inner self, hoping to remember the name he read on the passenger's list before. Too lazy to look at the list he had in his pocket, he somehow ended saying the question aloud.
"Ah?" the man shuddered and darted to look at Kakashi, as if surprised to see him there. Kakashi decided it was one of the after-effects of silly drinking, "Oh! I'm Iruka."
"So, where do I take you, Iruka?" Kakashi asked, turning the car to the main road.
"You take me home, captain!" cheered the man.
"Of course," Kakashi nodded patiently, "And where is that home of yours?"
"Home of mine?" By the sound of the voice it was possible to consider that the man was very much surprised, "I don't have one for this night, I'm afraid".
Kakashi looked away from the road and squinted at his passenger.
"Where do I take you then?"
The man shrugged.
"To your place, I guess".
Frowning, Kakashi finally put the list with 'must-be-passenger' names out of his pocket.
"And your last name, please…"
"Umino," declared the man happily, "To your service, captain," he added, although Kakashi missed it.
"Holy shit!" he growled. Of course there was a completely different last name on his list, "I'm so fucked!"
But it was too late to return to the hotel anyway. Kakashi squinted at his present passenger again. That one was quietly giggling, dozing off into the deep alcoholic sleep.
Kakashi sighed and turned the car around to drive home. There was no other option in his tired mind.
He stopped the car near the porch and came out. Inhaling deeply the refreshing air of the morning, Kakashi stared at the horizon, where the sun just started to climb up the still dark sky. The passenger's door opened too and the strange brown-haired man straightened, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Wow! The sunrise is great!" he admired and limped forward to stand near the driver and have a better view. He narrowed his eyes, enjoying the bloody red half-circle, perfectly visible through the rare gray clouds.
"Yes, great," Kakashi muttered, exhaling heavily, "Look, Iruka, I don't know what you are …"
"I'm sorry I'm being a trouble!" the man turned to Kakashi to look into his uncovered eye, "I'm such a failure, I hate myself for drinking so much yesterday!" tears appeared in the corners of his eyes and immediately ran down his cheeks, "I don't even have money left to pay you for…"
Kakashi couldn't bear the tears and that settled everything. He reached for the man's hand, squeezed it in his palm and pulled him to the house. They entered the dark hall and Kakashi managed to soundlessly close the door. The stranger stood there, slightly trembling after the chilly breeze of the street, tears on his face.
"There must be a reason for you to drink so much," Kakashi whispered and stroked the brown hair soothingly, "I'm sure, everything will be alright," Probably, the misery was the one more after-effect of silly drinking. He pitied the man; he knew very well how it usually went.
The next moment he understood he had a male's body in his arms and it leaned into him passionately.
"Thank you!" The man pressed his forehead to Kakashi's shoulder, "Thank you, I'll pay you back somehow, I promise."
Kakashi smiled at that expressive talk and hugged the stranger encouragingly. The warmth of the human soul wasn't something to pay for. If he supported the man, it was because he wanted to, not because he needed something in return.
"You owe me nothing, you hear me?" Kakashi slid his arm up and down the man's spine. The gesture supposed to be soothing, still it caused a thrill, "Calm down, whatever you are upset with will get either over or better, just wait," He realized he was whispering sweet nothings and the body under his palms wasn't so tense anymore. And it felt good to have a human near, to hold him tight, to let him touch you…
This was the point. Kakashi realized the man was pressing into him. Two hands slid down his sides and resided at his bum. He froze. And then he didn't hear, but felt the words, whispered to his neck by the slightly wet lips.
"Thank you, you are so nice… My head is spinning and I guess it's not because of alcohol anymore. Please, hold me like this, will you?"
"I will…" Kakashi first said and only then thought about the meaning of the said words. Though, could it be important what was said, when a warm desirous body was in his arms? He stopped talking and started to feel and enjoy, then enjoy and respond, then respond and lead. Exploring each other, their hands tentatively traveled along still covered bodies. Kakashi speculated if it was all wrong while the male he was going to fuck was a stranger…
But the lust is an instinct and it's difficult to stay cool, especially when you are aroused and scent you can get more, much more pleasure from delectable well-build body of the other human.
Kakashi growled. If the man volunteered to be on his mercy, who was Kakashi to decline his fall?
Still, having a couple of weak doubts about the prey's freewill, Kakashi decided to perform a little test. He grabbed the man's buttocks with his both hands and squeezed them.
"Now, how tight shall I hold you?" he murmured.
Instead of darting away or slapping his face for abuse, the man pushed his ass back, further into Kakashi's hands.
"The best you can…" The answer came in a whisper, full of need and carnality.
Kakashi made his palm slide into the other man's pants. His long fingers dig into the gape between the two round cheeks. The man arched his back and moaned. He breathed hard and trembled with desire.
There was no need for any verbal declarations after that. The state of the body in Kakashi's arms was enough to persuade and encourage him to feel free and take what he could take. They were going to pleasure each other and hold each other as tight as it could be possible to compensate the warmth they both lacked.
The man stepped back and slowly unbuttoned Kakashi's shirt. When he busied himself with his own shirt, Kakashi unzipped his pants, and then unbuttoned the man's jeans.
"Where is the bedroom?" the man wondered, turning around and pulling his clothes off. Kakashi threw away his loose shirt and pants and pressed his naked body into the man's back.
"Oh, I think I'll show it to you later," he whispered. His hands moved up the toned abdomen to the man's nipples, "What about we start here?" Kakashi squeezed both nipples roughly and then rolled them between his fingertips with a soothing tenderness. He thought he controlled the situation so far and was proud of himself, but, after the man brought his hands back and grabbed his hips to draw him closer, he lost it.
"You are so big and hard," Iruka's voice trembled with admiration, he just got the chance to feel how impressive Kakashi's excitement was, "And I'm so hungry… had no possibility to eat anything today…" He turned around and fell on his knees in front of Kakashi. Kakashi smiled down at the genuflected man and pulled his hair band to loosen the brown strands. The man smiled up at him and opened his mouth. And then it started.
It was crazy, hot, fast and overwhelming. In the hallway, where Iruka sucked him off, slurping his semen greedily. In the living room, where Kakashi pumped both their erections together, while licking Iruka's stained lips and face clean. In the kitchen, where Kakashi wanted to get a lube from the locker with medications, but was caught from behind and immediately got two teasing fingers into his hole and a naughty palm on his shaft. In the bedroom, where he repeatedly pushed his once again stone hard member into the tight lubed passage of the stranger whom he met just a couple of hours ago and who was already closer to him then some of his old friends. In the bath, where he got the greasiest, but definitely the best ride of his life…
How many times did they make each other come? Does it matter? It was a hell of the day, filled with moans of desire and kinky requests. And it was a hell of the night, full of cuddling and rubbing.
Perfect as it happened to be, it was totally unhealthy. They should probably have a serious conversation in the morning. Yet, Kakashi wasn't sure he was ready for it.
The next day, very early in the morning Kakashi had to go to work. Caught in the sudden cowardice attack, he left his happily sleeping fuck-buddy in his bed. He thought he was smart, still the destiny showed him he was wrong.
As soon as he appeared in taxi-office to get the new list of passengers, they told him he was fired. The important man, whom he didn't collect the night before yesterday, complained, and Kakashi's fate was decided: no more taxi-driving for him, because he happened to get into the town taxis' black book.
Well, okay… he just had to find himself in another profession.
Kakashi spend the rest of the day completing his dismissal, returning the car, paying the bill for replacement of the scratched hood… He returned home with the pile of stamped documents only to find it absolutely empty and cold, as always.
The mess of the previous day was thoroughly cleaned; the house seemed even tidier than ever. But the man has gone without leaving a note. Kakashi sighed and got himself a bottle of beer from the fridge and an orange-covered book from the shelf. After a couple of sips he closed his eyes and smiled dreamily. Whatever yesterday's affair was, it was totally worth the lost job.