Story Title: Red Handed
Rated: R/M
Pairing: Iruka/Kakashi
Disclaimer: Naruto © Kishimoto Masashi
Summary: Kakashi is exposed.
Steve's Notes: ... This is why I am a firm believer in keeping a camera on my person at all times.
Warnings: Emotional scarring?
He needed to see a man about a horse.
Which, in some underneath the underneath way, Kakashi supposed was true, because while he did not have to see a man about a horse, his business did have something to do with a dolphin-–even though said dolphin was more of a man than an aquatic animal. Really, he had reasoned, it would not be his fault if his students didn't understand that his excuse was a complete lie, as he had been trying to teach them from Day One that appearances were just that: appearances. And it wasn't as if his business hadn't been very urgent indeed, and in everyone's best interest, because if he was not bent over that desk post haste, he was going to be quite impossible to live with.
Or, he amended as he lost all higher brain function, as long as Iruka kept on doing that thing with his tongue.
But he knew that Iruka unfortunately would not continue to do That Thing With His Tongue, not when the rest of Team 7 was gaping at them like they had never seen someone receive a blowjob; Kakashi had assumed that his students were at that age—sixteen!—when they became quite hormonal and were old enough to start working their clumsy jaws and inexperienced throats, but apparently they had fallen short of his expectations. Again.
(Quite briefly Kakashi entertained the notion of telling them to pay close attention and take some notes as Iruka was very, very good at giving head, but quickly suppressed the urge. That comment would have left him in a rather painful state and he desperately wanted to get laid in the foreseeable future, something that seemed to be going slowly enough without his open mouth insert foot intervention.)
Pulling away from Kakashi's length with a slick, popping noise that had the jounin suppressing a moan, Iruka told the trio gawking at them in a low, deceptively calm voice that they should please leave and shut the door before he did something violent and regrettable. Their audience and the rumble of Iruka's baritone only served to make Kakashi harder, as the two of Iruka's fingers were still preparing him and the spit on his skin made the air seem electrically cold.
This said, Kakashi would have continued in his debauchery moments later, witnesses be damned, if his students had not of scrambled away at Iruka's rather impressive glare, slamming the classroom door behind them. Then, finally, Iruka proceeded to do impossibly erotic things to him in frustration and obvious arousal at being caught in the act. Kakashi laughed and called him a pervert, pointedly ignoring the fact that he too had been affected in the same manner. Iruka was too busy doing that thing with his tongue to listen to Kakashi's sex-garbled words.
Yet with all that said and done, Kakashi thought as he met his students at the bridge the following morning with a satisfied limp that could have been a little less pronounced, it had all been a rather positive experience. He had a) succeeded in being bent over a desk, b) had discovered that Iruka responded pleasantly to voyeurism, and c) was delighted that his students, in their sordid fascination and obvious discomfort at finding their teacher and former teacher in a compromising situation, had failed to notice that his mask had been down around his neck the entire time.
.end.