Iruka walked his way down the road, leaving the pupils ninja school where he worked most of the week

Iruka walked his way down the road, leaving the pupils ninja school where he worked most of the week. Using his arm he wiped away a few beads of sweat that had gathered on his forehead and unlaced his headband, it was too hot a day to wear it, even if the day was almost over.
He felt a small breeze of air as a silver haired ninja appeared behind him, a hand softly sitting on his shoulder. Iruka turned and grinned at Kakashi, Iruka could tell Kakashi grinned back even through his facemask. Iruka raised his own hand and placed it over Kakashi's, who then moved and swung both their hands by their sides.
The pair walked home, hands held, together.
Later that night Kakashi lay sprawled out across Iruka's soft comfortable Sofa, the top half of his body bare for all to see.
Kakashi had an extremely handsome face, each line almost perfection in everyway. His left eye had a long scar running down the soft light flesh, he tended to keep his sharingan eye closed. Kakashi also had a very muscular chest, prominent muscles strut from his stomach-area giving him a well defined six-pack.
Iruka walked into the room, wearing his light blue pyjama's with his hair down instead of in its usual tied up spikey fashion.
He sat at the end of the sofa and grinned at Kakashi again, who sat up instantly, smiling back.
The two instantly locked lips and they kissed cutely, just innocent fun.
After a few moments they parted lips and Iruka stood again.
"Sure you don't want to join me tonight?" he asked softly.
Kakashi seemed to think on the question for a moment before slightly shaking his head. "Not sure …" he looked at Iruka with his soft eyes and flopped back onto the couch.
"Maybe …. Maybe next time."