AUTHORS NOTE: So… This is what we call the detailed account. Did Iruka and Izumo's awkwardness confuse you? Are you feeling like Kakashi and just want nothing more than to watch these two guys get it on? Well, you're in luck! You can read this side note, Kakashi only has his own, perverted imagination. That might be better though… I should go learn from the master – *Rushes away to offer to buy Kakashi a cup of tea in exchange for a peek into his mind, "No, you can get the expensive tea, I don't mind…" Checks wallet, then gulps.*

Okaaay… I'm feeling giddy, folks xD

Thank you Mswan0117 for your Beta and your own little twisted mind, you know I love you ^.^

As mentioned before, the side notes contain a lot of (well, not yet, maybe) moments that didn't show up in the main story. Just a little looksie behind the scenes, really. I will be taking requests for side notes throughout the main story. Any moment you feel like you've missed, any detail you'd like to see written out, let me know! I will consider every prompt.

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Side notes to
Hidden Feelings, Hidden Lives

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Addition to Chapter 81; Perverts Are So Easily Distracted
Drabble title: The first touch

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They leaned into each other a little, neither man realizing the close proximity this brought. Izumo shifted his gaze, eyes fluttering toward Iruka's lips, moving back up to chocolate eyes, before lowering to the younger man's lips once more. His breathing heavy, eyes lidded.

Iruka was no better off, his own eyes glued to Izumo's, panting slightly, unable to focus his mind on anything as blood rushed down to his groin. He leaned in ever so slightly, meeting Izumo half-way.

Their lips met, softly touching. Izumo could feel Iruka's breath, the other man's lips slightly parted. He couldn't resist, acting on nothing but instinct as he parted his own lips ever so slightly. Gingerly, he let his tongue slip out, sliding across Iruka's lips. They parted, and before either man could fully grasp the situation, Izumo's tongue slid past Iruka's lips. The sensation was strange, though not unwanted, making the younger man gasp, his own tongue instinctively coming to meet the intruder.

As Izumo felt Iruka's tongue slid past his own, he couldn't hold back a soft moan, his body steadily overpowering his mind. He pushed softly, pressing his lips more firmly against Iruka's. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feared that his friend would shy away from him, but Iruka did no such thing; His actions the opposite of what Izumo'd feared. Or possibly they mirrored his fear, the man did not know. Strong, gentle hands wandered his chest, like his own had done a million times, trying to simulate this feeling. But it had never even gotten close. He moaned again, feeling fingers tug at his shirt, trying to open the buttons.

Three of them opened, and Iruka let warm hands ghost over the bare flesh they found underneath. He swallowed, pulling back a little and settling his glazed eyes on Izumo, wary of the older man pulling back from his touch. He was startled as strong hands found their way into his hair, pulling him back in. Izumo kissed him hungrily, sloppily, his desperation clear in his touch. Iruka felt the same, his own frantic need urging him on as he kissed back, pressing his lips against Izumo's even tighter.

He wasn't thinking, if he were, he wouldn't be doing this. Not any of it. But he wasn't thinking. Letting one hand fall away from tousled, brown locks, he trailed it down. Brushing past a broad, muscular chest, down a flat stomach. Eventually coming to rest upon Iruka's stiff member, unconsciously massaging the hot flesh through the dark material of Iruka's pants. The younger man gasped, bucking his hips to press himself into Izumo's touch, arching his back as he did so.

Leaning back on his hands, Iruka felt like he couldn't even breathe anymore. The older man's touches completely overpowering him. He moaned involuntarily, a sound that seemed too loud in the silence of the room. Though the sound seemed to only egg the older man on, his hand pressing down stronger, his breathing ragged and erratic. He moved suddenly, straddling Iruka, recapturing the first lips he had ever kissed.

Izumo felt his heart pounding, his body aching to touch and be touched. Iruka's body under his felt so willing, so inviting. It was impossible not to continue his gentle massage, his hand moving almost on its own. The feel of Iruka's lips against his was indescribable, the throbbing of the flesh against his palm even more so. A tanned hand was brought up to his chest again, a button flying across the room. He didn't even notice. The hand ghosting over his chest once more was all but driving him insane; he needed that hand to travel lower, to touch him like he touched the body writhing under him. His hand untangled itself from the chocolate strands, grabbing hold of Iruka's hand on his chest, guiding it lower.

Iruka felt slightly anxious as his hand was pushed down to the unmistakable bulge in Izumo's pants. He wanted to touch him, wanted it so much, but a slight portion of his brain kept telling him this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be doing this. That Izumo would hate him for it later. Yet, he could not stop.

His head fell down the moment he felt Iruka's hand reached its destination, unable to do anything but pant for several long seconds. His own hand had stilled, and for now, he couldn't manage any movement other than his heaving chest, his softly whimpering lips.

The body towering over him stilled the moment his hand came to rest upon Izumo's full erection. The strange feeling and Izumo's immediate reaction made him swallow. His whispering voice tentative, hesitant, "Is this okay?"

"Yes... Oh fuck, yes, please..."

He swallowed again, rubbing his hand over the pulsing flesh under the soft fabric. The older man moaned, rocking his hips, leaning into his touch. His own hand starting to move again as well, almost reflexively so.

Iruka could feel the tension rising. Apparently, at some point, Izumo's lips had found his pulse, and that was the last straw for the younger man. His back arched, his lips formed unarticulated words as his voice echoed through the room. He fell to his back, shuddering, Izumo's hand still on his member, still massaging as his orgasm flooded all his senses. His own hand had dropped, unable to sustain enough coherency to continue his ministrations.

Without thinking, Izumo slipped his other hand inside his pants, needing the release, but instinctively knowing the moment would be over soon. Iruka was shuddering under his touch, his hoarse voice sending shivers down Izumo's spine. His hands mirrored each other's movements, and it wasn't long before he, too, screamed out his release. Collapsing half-atop the younger man, he closed his eyes. Feeling his cheeks burn as he pulled his hand out of his pants, removed the hand that was still lingering on Iruka's now wilted member.

Iruka bit his lip, moving to sit up. He glanced at Izumo at the corner of his eye, cheeks burning hot. Izumo, too, straightened himself, moving away from the younger man just barely.

"So... That happened..." Izumo looked away shyly.

"Yeah... Uh... Bad?"

"No. No, not bad... Uh... Weird maybe?"

"Kinda..."

"I mean... We're friends, right?"

"Right..."

"So we probably shouldn't be..."

"Probably not, no... But... Like you said, we're friends. We can just..."

"Move on."

"Right."

"Right."

They looked at each other for a moment. Izumo opened his mouth. Closed it again. Then apparently came to a conclusion, "I should probably go home, now."

"Yeah... Uh, Good night."

"Yeah, good night, Iruka."

When the other had left, Iruka dropped himself on his back.
That did not just happen... Right?