Title: The Little Frosting Incident
Prompt: Frosting
Author: Kita
Rating: R

After they finished shopping, they went back to Iruka's apartment. Iruka hung the stockings on the mantel over the very small fireplace and wrapped a few of the trinkets he'd bought in scraps of wrapping paper. The awful statue was boxed and wrapped very prettily. Iruka grinned at Kakashi's look. "I always do this. Make it look nice and important. It pisses him off. The prettier the wrapping, the uglier the gift inside."

He deposited the wrapped trinkets back into one of the bags and stowed them in the cabinet under one of the overflowing bookcases. "I always wait until Christmas eve to stuff the stockings."

He turned back to Kakashi. "Now that that's done, would you like to help me make cookies? I want to make sure I have enough since I have a full house this year."

Kakashi eyed him askance. "I don't know how to make cookies."

Iruka's smile spread. "Then it's as good a time as any to learn. Come on."

Kakashi watched uncertainly as Iruka retrieved the ingredients he'd bought earlier. He cleared the counters and turned the oven on before patiently instructing Kakashi on how to make cookie dough. Kakashi mixed the dough for the chocolate chip cookies while Iruka deftly put together the ingredients for three other kinds of cookies. He caught Kakashi's look and grinned. "Half the time when I'm baking, I wind up with someone dropping by. I think they're magically attracted to the smell or something. So it always pays to have more dough ready to go. And with Naruto's sweet tooth, we'll be lucky to get a single cookie between us."

He reached over to dip a fingertip in the bowl Kakashi was stirring and taste the dough. His face relaxed into an expression of bliss. "Um… Perfect."

Kakashi eyed him oddly. "You do know there are raw eggs in that, don't you?"

Blinking, Iruka pulled his finger slowly from his lips, pink tongue flashing out to make sure he hadn't missed any bits of batter. "So? Am I to take it that you have never experienced the joy of cookie dough?"

Kakashi eyed the mess in the bowl dubiously. He liked cookies, but he'd always gotten them after they were baked. What was the big deal about the uncooked dough?

Iruka dipped another finger in the dough, getting a small glob of it on the end of his finger. He held it up, before Kakashi's face and closed his eyes. "Try it. You'll see."

Watching Iruka's face, Kakashi lowered his mask to tentatively taste the batter. It was… good. He tried a second taste, larger than the first. Very good. Before he knew it, he had licked the tanned finger clean.

Iruka took a shuddering breath as Kakashi released his finger. "Don't get me started, Kakashi-san…" He whispered huskily. "We'll never get the cookies done if you do."

Kakashi tugged up his mask, staring at the blatant proof of what his brief action had done to Iruka. Without opening his eyes, Iruka took a deep breath and turned to rest his hands on the sink. After several more deep breaths in the effort to control himself, he turned back to Kakashi with a bright smile. "Let's bake."

Iruka instructed Kakashi on how to drop spoonfuls of the dough onto a baking sheet and put them into the oven. He set the timer as he began to make a bowl of icing for the sugar cookies that would go in next. Iruka began telling Kakashi stories of the tricks his students would get up to trying to sneak cookies until they were both laughing and relaxed again.

Five batches of cookies and many snitched bits of dough later, Iruka was frosting several snowman shaped cookies with white frosting as Kakashi spread green on Christmas tree shapes. Iruka handed him a jar of multicolored sprinkles as he added chocolate chips for eyes and buttons on his snowmen. Iruka wiped his face with the back of one hand, accidentally leaving a streak of the white icing across the scar on his nose. Kakashi found it very distracting; that streak of white across tanned features.

For a very long moment he stared at it, completely missing whatever Iruka was saying. Finally he rose and stepped in close to the chuunin. Iruka turned an appealing shade of red and took a step back until he was flush against the counter. "Kakashi-san…?" For the first time his voice was a little uncertain.

Kakashi took the towel that Iruka had been wiping his hands on and tied it over Iruka's eyes. Iruka stiffened and reached for it but Kakashi stayed his hand. "You didn't want to unwrap your gift early…" Kakashi muttered. Iruka went still, his hands dropping away from the cloth that blinded him.

Kakshi tugged down his mask and leaned in to swipe this tongue across the icing decorating that scarred nose. "Sweet…" He murmured.

Iruka shuddered against him. Kakashi pressed closer, lapping up the last of the icing. "Do you taste as sweet?"

Iruka opened his mouth to reply, but Kakashi captured his lips with his own, accepting the invitation to entwine his tongue with Iruka's.

Iruka moaned softly and leaned forward, to press against Kakashi. His hands came up to clutch at the back of Kakashi's head and drag him deeper into the kiss. Kakashi pulled the lean body against him, feeling Iruka's growing interest pressed firmly against his thigh.

The front door banged open and a familiar, obnoxious voice shouted, "Oi, Iruka sensei!"