"Picture this, you, me, bubble baths, and a bottle of champagne."
"I'm really sorry Ruka."
"I know Kashi."
"Really sorry."
Iruka sighed, rubbing his temples ruefully as he surveyed the damage. He lifted his foot and set it down, cringing at the splashing sound it made. Brown eyes turned towards the kitchen and the teacher was unable to stifle the quiet whimper that made its way out from his throat.
As Iruka bemoaned the state of his house, Kakashi was meekly standing a step behind his lover, head lowered and readying himself for several weeks, probably months on the couch.
When the pale jounin had stopped by the academy earlier in the day, he had noticed that his tan lover was having a very, very stressful day. The little hellions had been more unruly then usual and the mission room had also been crowded for unknown reason.
Being the thoughtful lover that he was, Kakashi had hoped to prepare a relaxing bubble bath with a homemade meal and message, all in the name of comforting and relaxing his lover. Well, there would obviously be a bonus of bedroom fun for all the hard work and thought he'd put into it.
Kakashi hadn't mean for the disaster that was now being eyed. He'd never been a particularly good cook, sure, but he could manage a meal without burning too many things. Unfortunately, he'd decided to fill the tub while he waited for the oven and forgotten to set the time.
By the time he'd smelled the burning, it was too late to save it and Kakashi tried once more. Just before sticking it in the oven again, the jounin remembered that he'd left the bathtub faucet on and rushed back to the bathroom just in time to see water flowing its merrily way out.
"Ruka can stay at my place while I clean this up. Sleep on the couch here too." Kakashi mumbled.
"Kashi-love, what exactly were you thinking? I'm a little afraid to ask." Iruka turned to blink at the jounin.
"To help you relax?" Kakashi felt the heat rise in his face, "You looked like you were having a really stressful day, so I was going to draw you a bubble bath, cook you a meal and err…well, give you a massage?"
Iruka's gaze softened, sighing heavily as he trudged over to his lover. Kakashi cringed in place.
"Kashi."
"Yes Iruka?"
"You're supposed to be a genius."
"Yes Iruka."
"You're incorrigibly late all the time."
"Yes Iruka."
"You're a pervert."
"Yes Iruka."
"You're an idiot."
"Yes Iruka."
"But you're my supposedly genius, incorrigibly late, perverted idiot and I love you."
"Yes…what?"
Iruka chuckled, sliding his arms around Kakashi's waist as he pulled the jounin close, "The repair money for all this is coming out of your paycheck, but I do understand that you were trying to help me relax and all. I know you had every bit of a good intention to make my day end well and that's all that matters. Well, it's not all that matters, but it's the thought that counts right?"
Kakashi nodded vigorously. Iruka laughed, smirking playfully, "Well now, why don't we head to your place…and properly get me de-stressed." The teacher purred, nipping the jounin's lower lip.
Kakashi didn't need to be told twice as he quickly transported them straight to his bed.