If you're homophobic.. go away.. this fic contains Shonen Ai (Male/Male Lovin'.)
Genma can still remember the first time he kissed Hayate outside of closed doors. He can still remember Hayate letting out a small gasp, those small pale hands resting on Genma's shoulders to push him away only to pull him closer when he felt Genma's tongue running over his lips. He can remember Hayate parting his lips for him and only him, both of them letting their guard down and giving the world a glimpse of how they felt about each other without words.
He can remember Hayate tasting a little sweeter, or maybe it was just his imagination, as he kissed him deeply, making sure he had explored every inch of the dark-haired ninja's mouth before pulling away, only to place another chaste kiss on Hayate's lips. To this day he can remember the way Hayate's face lit up, accented by a light blush, and beautiful smile as they both turned to the two other men in front of them. Kakashi had smiled knowingly as he snaked his arm around Iruka's waist. He bid them farewell as he steered Iruka down the street to a bookstand for the newest installation of Icha Icha Paradise.
Yet the part that stands out most in his mind about that moment was when Hayate turned to him, grasped his arm, and raised his eyebrow, claiming that they'd better get home before it got late even though it was three in the afternoon. Genma could also remember that night, but that is a whole different story.
Short and sweet. GIVE ME WARM FUZZIES.. Review.