Title/Prompt: "I've Never Done This Sort of Thing Before"
Author: lilpocketninja
Rating: PG-13/T for mentions of underage drinking and sex, mild language, and Anko.
Wordcount: 1333
Warnings: Mild slash. Deal.
Notes: It was supposed to be a drabble, but it mutated. Now it's a ficlet.
Iruka glanced nervously over his shoulder, out the window of his tiny apartment in the orphans' building. No one really kept too close an eye on them, but the fourteen-year-old hoped for a teaching job. Being busted for alcohol and whatever that weird grass that Anko had somehow acquired would damn that ambition to hell, he knew, but the party was worth it. Speaking of Anko, she was currently wrapped around a white-haired stranger and laughing loudly at whatever he had just said; the scarred genin rolled his eyes at and walked over to free the poor soul from his friend's drunken grasp.
"Er, hi," He said to the guy, who appeared to be drinking sake through a mask. Neat trick, Iruka thought as he carefully extracted Anko and lead her back toward his bed, tucking her safely in after kicking two young chunin out and ordering them to go to their own homes to do that sort of thing. He made a mental note to wash his sheets. With bleach.
"Hi!" Iruka jumped, whirling around to face the strange boy and nearly tripping over someone passed out on the floor in a pool of interestingly colored vomit that Iruka knew was going to be a pain in the ass to clean up. These parties always were, and no one seemed to want to stick around and help.
"Hi? I'm Iruka." Iruka had no idea why the guy was talking to him. Or even why someone had evidently brought a stranger into their little group of friends. Who had brought him, anyway?
"Anko told me. I'm Kakashi. Uh, nice party." Iruka nearly gasped. Hatake Kakashi was at his party. Hatake Kakashi was in his house. So cool!
"Er, thanks. We do this about once a month. The sensei all know but they don't really care …" Iruka blushed and fell silent. Hatake Kakashi wouldn't want to hear about his stupid sensei. Hatake Kakashi didn't have a sensei, didn't need one. Iruka's sensei said he was a genius.
"I've never done this sort of thing before." As he spoke, Kakashi waved his sake in a broad gesture to encompass the room. "Party, I mean." Iruka looked around the room with a raised eyebrow, wondering if that was what they were doing. The stereo had been blaring, but it had died hours ago when someone spilled beer on it, most everyone had passed out or gone away in pairs or trios to do gods knew what, and he was nearly out of alcohol.
"Eh."
"You know what else I've never done before?" The boy's one visible eye crinkled and Iruka took that as happiness.
"What?"
"This." And Kakashi kissed him.
.END.