I was gonna write something serious, and then I read- err, anyway, I have discovered the joys of writing kind-of-but-not-really crack!
In my mind they've lived together for a (short) while.
A Solid Plan
The sound of Naruto turning the key sounded like sweet music to his ears, and Kakashi turned a page. He hadn't read the page before that. Or the 74 pages before that page for that matter, but he felt like covering his face.
"Tadaima!" the hokage called out. Judging by his distracted tone it sounded like he'd found the mail and was going through it.
"Okairi," Kakashi said softly, knowing that he would be heard. Naruto had great hearing when he felt like it, though he seemingly suffered from temporary hearing-loss whenever the subject reached doing the dishes, Kakashi taking high-risk missions, or Narutos chafing snores, loud enough to edo-tensei anyone back into existence. Kakashi heard him rummaging around; hanging up his coat, putting the mail on the kitchen counter and then finally the slight sound of footsteps headed in his direction. Holding his breath, Kakashi awaited the reaction.
1 second.
2 seconds.
3- "You're reading porn," Naruto spluttered, having stopped dead in his tracks after entering the living room.
Kakashi said nothing because it was obvious that he was, what with the orange book in front of his face and all. Instead he sighed, stretched, scratched his belly. Naruto made a disbelieving sound, a strained series of little huffs. Kakashi dared a peek from behind his smutty shield, saw a pair of blue eyes that blinked, stared, and blinked again. Pleased, Kakashi turned another page, squirmed a bit on the sofa to get comfortable. There was something under his back that itched but he refused to scratch it. He still had some sense of pride. Though if the blond stayed silent, that sense risked dying mighty fast. Naruto dropped his bag on the floor, stepped a little closer. Kakashi could feel his eyes ghosting over his body. He smirked.
"Why-," Naruto continued but then stopped, as if he'd lost his train of thought. He cleared his throat. "Why are you naked?"