It was just another ordinary day at Hatake, car dealership. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping through the open window of his corner office. He leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head. He sighed. Another boring day. He bent forward, elbows now on his desk, head in his hands. He'd much rather be at home reading some Icha Icha…
Is what he thought until he saw the sexiest backside he'd ever seen. And that backside was talking to Genma, his worst seller, seemingly interested in his hardest to sell car.
He leaped out of his chair, said object spinning round and round behind him as he yanks the door open. On a second thought, he does a back step to check himself in the mirror, perfect, and slowly walks up to the pair, checking out the stranger's ass the whole way there.
He gets giddier and giddier with every step he takes, impatient to see the rest of this unknown man.
He side steps some clients, twirls around a car and finally wraps an arm around Genma's shoulders, lifting his eyes to meet chocolate brown ones.
He grins his most famous grin.
"Hello, I'm Hatake Kakashi. I hope Genma is answering to your needs?"
Those eyes look him up and down.
"Of course, of course. I'm Umino Iruka, by the way." He says as he extends his right hand in the most sensual way.
Kakashi does the same, and, as if in slow motion, he slowly takes the smaller hand in his, feels the softness of his skin, the warmth it radiates. He grins again.
"Well, what are you looking for, exactly?"
Iruka ponders this for a moment, index finger to his lips.
"Something strong and long lasting, something to rely on. Not only do I want to feel safe in it, but also a bit dangerous. Genma said this would be the one for me."
"Did he now?" He looks towards said man, giving him the 'I'll take care of this' look that he often gives him and the seller walks away, head bowed, defeated once again.
He looks back at Iruka, face plastered with a smile that could make any knees weak.
"From your descriptions, it almost seems like you're looking for something *coughsomeonecough* else entirely." He winks and grabs the shorter man by the waist and pulls him into his own body. He was firm and yet soft in all the right places. Exactly what Kakashi liked in a man.
The silver haired man looks up into the distance and lifts his hand, palm up to the sky.
"Imagine this; driving down the rockiest, most steep road you've ever encountered," he sweeps his arm through the air, like painting the picture for him, "except, you don't fell the bumps or the automobile rocking side to side. You are perfectly calm, right where you want to be."
He gazes down at Iruka. The young man nods, a sign he should continue the fictional adventure.
"You arrive at your destination. A beautiful beach, silent, secret and secluded. But you're not alone," he whispers in Iruka's ear, suddenly very close to the handsome man's face.
Said man jumps, a bit surprised.
He continues, "you take this person's hand, dragging them down a path and into a small clearing of the softest grass. They pull you to the ground as they let themselves fall, except you fall on their chest, your body pressed against min-theirs." He hasn't looked away from Iruka's face which is getting more and more flushed by the second.
His breath reaches his ear and he feels the brown haired man shudder. Kakashi doesn't stop talking, whispering sweet things as his voice gets dangerously low. And Iruka inches closer and closer, wanting to hear, remember every detail.
But then the story stops and Iruka looks up to Hatake, their faces impossibly close. He stares at his lips for a moment and looks away, flustered. Kakashi grabs his chin and brings his face back, staring into those beautiful eyes.
He suddenly steps away, and as fast as he came, he was gone. No more closeness. Iruka catches himself, eyes wide.
"How about a test drive, what do you say, Umino-san?" He purrs as he hops into the passenger's side.
Iruka just stands there, still shocked, jeans uncomfortably tight. He jumps, mind back to reality as Kakashi honks the horn.
He walks to the driver's side, his body on auto-pilot as he tries to compose himself. As he sits, Kakashi hands him the keys, their fingers brushing ever so lightly.
"Let's go for a ride…"