Chapter Summary: Iruka bumps into Genma during a rain soaked morning; The jonin accepts the teacher's invite to shower and change; suprising things occur

Warnings: wet shinobi, dirty thoughts, solo action, lust

Unexpected Things

Dammit - Iruka cusses inwardly as he sinks in another puddle, muddy water soaking cold into his socks.

It is Tuesday morning in The Village Hidden in the Leaves, and it is raining - like raining raining.. Not cutesy singing in the rain kind of rain but nasty, there is no way you can walk three feet without getting utterly drenched, pouring cats and dogs rain. Even though it is still two hours before starts, Iruka is currently making his way to The Academy, trudging slowly through the piles of mud and puddles.

"This sucks." The chunnin mutters to himself, carefully side stepping an ominous looking puddle. Looking down the street Iruka realizes it has taken him ten minutes to get a block and a half, normally he can make the easy walk to school in less than eight. However, the weather today is nasty enough that those who are brave, or dumb, enough to venture out can barely see three yards in front of them.

Something catches the teacher's eye in the distant, squinting, doe eyes attempt to make sense of the shadowy figure. Just as Iruka decides to call out into the rainy haze a body slams into him, knocking him flat onto the ground. Papers he had been holding scatter haphazardly, landing carelessly in piles of brown goo.

The other man snarls, still out of Iruka's vision the chunnin jumps out of the mud. "Gomensai! Gomensai! Are you alright s-sir?" The chunnin rushes towards laid out man.

Dammit.

Stuttering madly, Iruka feverishly apologizes, still unsure of whom he collided with. "I-I-I am so sorry! I was in a r-rush and t-t-trying to f-finish g-grading my students' essays and…"

Iruka pauses, recognizing the slightly muddied face below him. –Oh thank Kami!

"Genma! I am so glad I crashed into you!" –Iruka frowns, realizing how that came out, his stutter kicking in from embarassment– "N-no that d-didn't c-come out right." Iruka fiddles nervously with his hair. "I-I meant t-that I'm glad it was you and not some else…" The chunnin continues to apologize, nervously shifting back and forth on his mud cover feet.

Genma shifts on the ground, his face an unreadable expression. Iruka offers a hand and helps the soaked jonin up, mud dropping in chunks off the wrecked uniform. The rain finally stops.

Shit he can't go out like that. He's filthy! Even though he does look damn sexy… clothes clinging suggestively to him, dripping wet…damnit! Iruka scolds himself for getting lost in dirty thoughts.

"Well at least l-let me make it u-up to you, for my c-conscious's sake." Iruka sputters as his body turns crimson, cinnamon eyes running down the jonin's body.

Quit staring you idiot! Iruka orders himself, quickly forcing his gaze from the soaking senbon wielder's private area, his package clearly outlined by clingy wet material.

Genma smirks as honey eyes meet cinnamon, senbon bobbing slightly.

Fuck his smirk is sexy.

"Plus it's about to rain again," Iruka adds, trying to calm his quickly heating body. "We can run back to my place, you can shower, and I'll lend you a uniform while I wash yours. I can bring it over later after schools out."

Maybe you can help him change. Inner Iruka unhelpfully suggests.

Another unreadable emotion flashes briefly across Genma's features. Honey eyes analyzing the chunnin's face in a way that almost makes him nervous. Soaked chocolate hair, heavy with water, causes the tight pony tail to waver, falling down onto the tan neck. Wild strands escape, sticking messily onto the chunnin's smiling face.

Iruka brushes an offending strand from his eye and questions the gazing jonin, "Well?"

Genma smiles warmly and nods sharply, stepping forward to follow the chunnin. Doe eyes take one last gaze over the muscular man and then Iruka turns to begin the walk back to his apartment. Raindrops begin to slowly fall again as the pair make their way down the flooded muddied streets back to shelter. Iruka attempts small talk on the short walk back, discussing some of his kids, Naruto, and the new ramen at Ichikaru's, as the pair does their best to dodge deep puddles and mountain mud piles. However the senbon wielder appears distracted, mumbling and nodding here and there, mind clearly on something else.

Iruka sighs, hoping he has not bored the usually talkative man to death, and reaches for his door. Before the chunnin can unlock and open his door Genma is suddenly behind him, warm breath tickling the back of Iruka's neck. Iruka freezes, senses switch into overdrive, mind racing.

What is he doing?

Iruka remains frozen, holding his breath, Genma's lips a breath away from his neck. Genma pauses a moment, lips start to say something but he decides against it. The jonin quickly retreats to a safe distance, leaving chill bumps down Iruka's spine in the sudden absence of heat. The chunnin takes a moment to collect himself, pulling his mind out of the gutter and steadying his breathing, stealthily hiding the slight budge in his pants.

Tucked in and calming down, Iruka disarms the wards and enters his apartment. The teacher fumbles awkwardly with his shoes and vest, determinedly trying to hide his stubborn erection from his friend.

Gah Genma would never let me live that down.

Iruka rolls his eyes and heads for the kitchen. Calling back to his guest he reminds Genma, "Bathroom's down the hall on the left. Towels are under the sink." Hearing Genma make an inaudible noise the teacher looks up from the stove. The older man's standing in the middle of Iruka's living room looking like he was just caught doing something bad. Not wanting to know what rude or inappropriate thing the senbon lover had said this time, Iruka continues on. "If you want, go ahead and hop in so I can get your clothes washing… and I'll bring you a dry uniform in a moment."

"I'dhopinyou" Genma mumbles under his breath, this time loud enough for Iruka to hear.

Iruka blinks, –Did he just say 'hop in YOU'? –doe eyes widening, he questions the older man, "W-What did you say?"

Genma remains silent but winks suggestively as he turns to leave, providing Iruka with a full glimpse of his muscular behind. Damn he's got a cute ass! Inner Iruka loudly points out leering happily, Outer Iruka watching, fixated, as the cute ass sways slowly down the hall.

Yum.

Once the lip lickingly deliciousness that is Genma's ass disappears Iruka turns back to the task at hand. The chunnin tries to push naughty thoughts from his mind distracting himself by cleaning dishes and washing the countertop. However, Iruka makes the mistake of allowing himself to sit down unoccupied while his cinnamon tea boils and almost immediately visions of the wet, uniform clinging, muscle gleaming, taut assed special jonin infiltrate his brain.

Iruka groans, annoyed, as he crosses his arms and lays his head on the wood table. Damnit what's my deal? I've never really been attracted to Genma before. The chunnin runs his hand through his soft chocolate hair considering his friend. I mean, yeah I've always thought he was good looking, but the man is infuriating, always pulling pranks on me and saying inappropriate things to piss me off. He rolls his eyes. Not to mention he's one of my closest friends, we've been working the mission desk together for what? At least three times a week for nearly five years now

Visions of Genma running his hands down his body, gently washing off the mud that mars his creamy skin enter Iruka's mind. Swallowing the chunnin closes his eyes and focuses. The scene shifts. Mocha hands wrap around the jonin's body, fingers playing lightly across eteched* abs. Genma moans, laying back on Iruka's body. Honey eyes fluttering as deep chocolate strands mix with lighter ones.

"Mmm" Iruka moans softly. Hand squeezing between the table and his body, running quickly down his chest to his hardening cock. He rubs himself slowly through the green cloth.

Crash! – the sound of shampoo bottles and a heavy step crashing to the floor hit the chunnin's ears.

"Fuck!" Iruka curses at himself, quickly yanking his wandering hand away from his inappropriately behaving cock. "What the fuck am I doing?" Realizing he was very near to whipping himself out and masturbating at the kitchen table over a jonin who not only is one of his best friends but also currently resides in his shower a few yards away.

Not to mention you are kind of dating Kakashi, Iruka's conscious points out.

Iruka looks down frowning at his wrinkled shirt and still slightly damn pants. Trying to salvage the shirt, Iruka moves his hands in attempt to smooth the wrinkles but stops, his mind suddenly remembering a forgotten task. Oh yeah, dry clothes. I guess I should get those now, and with that thought Iruka rises and ventures to his bedroom. The chunnin pulls out the next to bottom drawer on his black dresser, the place he stores his extra shinobi uniforms. Digging around on the right he tosses the first couple of shirts aside – Too big, too small. –coming across a third undershirt he tucks it under his arm, satisfied with the plain black tee. Moving to the left side of the open drawer Iruka frowns, realizing his uniform pants are at least a size smaller than Genma probably needs. Determined he roots around until he reaches an old slightly faded pair, thumbing the worn pants he smiles. He has been looking for these for a while, they are his favorite pair. He bought these right after passing the chunnin exams. Looking at the tag he smiles, realizing they are a size larger than the rest. Alright. I think they'll work.

Iruka tucks his favorite pants under his arm with the selected t-shirt and starts for the bathroom across the hall. Half way across the hall Iruka freezes in midair as a strangled sound hits his ears.

What the? He looks bewilderedly around. What is that? The chunnin stops breathing as the sound hits his perked ears for a second time, this time louder and unmistakable. Mocha ears tint crimson. Doe eyes widen in realization.

Genma is moaning… in pleasure…

Iruka takes a quick step towards the slightly cracked bathroom door. Masking his chakra the curious chunnin presses his fully blushing flush against the white wood, steam escaping from the slight crack. Iruka slowly moves his face forward towards the door frame, right ear positioning itself over the small gap. A husky moan fills the air.

"Mmmmm Iruka." Genma moans lustfully as he exhales deeply.

"Oh shit." Iruka mutters aloud, mocha hand quickly slapping his mouth shut. Shut up you idiot! Iruka takes a moment to close his eyes and concentrates on slowing his heart rate and breathing to as little as possible. Bracing himself cautiously on the door frame, careful not to bump the ajar door, the chunnin carefully maneuvers his upper half so his hazel eyes peer cautiously through the small viewing area. Iruka's jaw drops and he barely stifles a gasp as his brain registers what he sees.

Genma is slouched sexily against the back wall of Iruka's shower. Cream skin a cool contrast against deep blue tiles. Muscles flex and glisten under the steaming water. Honey hair messily covers the senbon lover's face, a stray strand falling enticingly between two pink lips. His head lazily resting on the tile wall, hips jutted forward at an angle.

Iruka bites his lip, mind spinning rapidly.

Genma begins slowly rocking into his stroking hand. Abs and quad muscles ripple as he thrusts up and down. Small rivers running down his muscular frame creating small pools and water falls in places. Genma sucks his lip in and moans, his hand tightening its grip around his thick member. Imagining his length sliding in and out of the chunnin, Genma quickens his strokes, rolling his hips up into his outstretched hand. "Kami Iruka," he husks, "you're so tight," standing up to change the angle of his jerks, parted mouth peeking between fallen hair. The jonin moans again.

Kami Genma.

Iruka gulps, barely stifling a moan. His heartbeat speeds up, a chill running down his spine. He shifts his weight to his left arm, laying his head on his left arm, eyes glued to the shower in front of him. His cock throbs, screaming for attention, straining heavily against its green cloth prison. Iruka slinks his right hand underneath his clothes, hand running to the tip and back, smearing precum along his large length.

"Mmm Irukaaa" Genma moans. Lust filled brown eyes watch heatedly as a squirt of precum escapes, dripping down the jonin's length, dotting white on cream fingers. Iruka's eyes close as the jonin's voice and visual candy send shivers down his spine.

Bang! –Iruka slips forward and whacks his forehead into the door. He yanks his hand out of his pants and jumps back quickly, cursing under his breath. FUCK that hurt, he thinks, scowling and rubbing his throbbing head, a pump-knot slowly appearing between his eyes.

Dammit.

Peering cautiously at the now more open door, Iruka perks his ears up, listening as if his life depended upon it for any sound that will tell him the jonin's state. Did he hear me or not? Iruka takes a small side step to the right in case there is need for a mad dash to the kitchen. The chunnin prays to Kami that Genma is still occupied and he pokes his head around the door. Iruka's breath hitches as brown orbs focus again inside the shower. The jonin is slouched seductively against the back wall again, cream hand vigorously pumping his strained erection, precum flowing freely now. His lips are open in a small O, honey eyes rolled back. The scene is just too much and prompts the chunnin's hand to fly down his pants and stroke harshly.

"Iruka that's it… Ride me just like that." A low moan follows as the jonin starts pumping into his hand.

Oh Kami. Iruka's eyes follow the jonin's strokes, analyzing his hand. Gods I bet Genma's hand could wrap all the way around me, Iruka frowning slightly as he glances at his nearly too small hand, stretching desperately to round his girth. Yeah, his big hands would fit perfectly, Iruka purrs inwardly, grip tightening.

"Yeah Genma, you like that?" Iruka whispers, precum leaking out of his teased length.

Both shinobi moan loudly. Luckily for Iruka the showering man moaned louder, masking his own pleasure mewl.

"Ahh, yeah Iruka, fuck me hard… Punish me Sensei—" Iruka moans again wanting desperately to bust into the room and have his way with the sexy man. Iruka's vision starts to white out, his release nearing, as Genma moans again himself nears the edge.

"Fuuuckkk senseiii."

The chunnin closes his eyes, falling to the left, his shoulder carrying his weight. Images of Genma bound, gagged, and begging dance through Iruka's mind. Iruka groans into his hand, imagining himself fucking Genma. I bet he's good with his tounge he lusts, image switching to Genma teasing Iruka on top of his school desk. Iruka's body tenses, he grits his teeth, orgasm starting to tip over the edge when suddenly, *wheeeeeee*, the long forgotten kettle screetches in the kitchen.

God dammit. Iruka glares daggers down the hall and kicks the ground removing his hand from his erection. Protesting chills run over his body, begging him not to stop.

"Fucking tea!" he growls, tucking himself away still hard for the second time today. Stomping towards the kitchen he scowls at his aching dick, "Guess I'll deal with you later."

Reaching the kitchen Iruka throws the tea off the burner cursing the kettle and its mother to an ice cold hell. Iruka pauses, stretching his arms to the counter, his head hanging in defeat.

Dammit Genma.

After attempting to collect himself and force his hormones back under control, the chunnin decides to distract himself by cooking breakfast. He throws bacon and eggs onto a flat skillet and tosses cinnamon toast into another.

Mmm I'd love to lick cinnamon off his hard body.

A few minutes pass and the chunnin falls back deep into dirty thoughts about his friend…Genma in a school girls outfit, tight ass peeking out beneath a blue plaid pleated skirt blushing because he needs to be taught a lesson… Next a detailed vision of Iruka giving it to the senbon wielder fast and hard, Genma's hands tied high above his head.

The smell of burning bacon invades Iruka's thoughts. "Shit!" The chunnin scrambles for the stove. Damnit Iruka get yourself together! he scolds himself, frustratingly having to readjust himself again. You have to get your shit together before he gets out here...

Just as Iruka finishes his inner thoughts, hot breath tickles the back of his neck. "Hi Iruka-kun," the senbon lover sweetly purrs, thoroughly startling the cooking man. Iruka jumps, body tensing up, causing him to nearly knock over the frying pans. Genma effortlessly stops the bacon from flying into the floor, smirks, then steps back to lie on the counter, legs crossed, body propped up on his left arm.

Turning around Iruka glares. "Oi! G-Genma san, you should know better than—" Iruka's scolding stops short, mind fizzing out at the sight before him. Genma's honey colored eyes pop brilliantly against Iruka's black shirt. Glancing down Iruka audibly gulps. The shirt is tight showing off Genma's hard pectorals and wash board abs, the muscles rippling slightly as the jonin readjusts to a standing position. Doe eyes run further down the jonin's body. Iruka's pants are borderline leathal on the older man. The smaller size causes the green fabric to cling and stretch over the jonin's package, teasing whomever should look.

Iruka licks his lips.

Damn.

Distracted, the lusting chunnin fails to realize Genma takes a step forward leaving . Looking up Iruka blushes, adverting his gaze. Genma reaches forward and gently brushes a chocolate strand from the chunnin's face pausing slightly before pulling his hand away. Warning bells scream wildly in Iruka's head, Shit shit shit! Somewhere deep an inner voice warns, back up before it's too late as another chimes in, don't forget about Kakashi.

Iruka side steps around Genma, facing him warily the entire time. "I-I umm c-cooked?" he squeaks out, squeezing between the jonin's hip and the stove, scrambling towards the living room to freedom.

Gotta get away, gotta get away.

Genma turns smirking as Iruka, obviously uncomfortable, bolts past him. Chuckling he replies, honey eyes lit with predatory gaze, "Yes you did Iruka-kun… smells deliciousss" stepping towards the chunnin as he purrs the last word.

"Uh… Yes." Iruka sputters, trying desperately to control himself, glancing away from Genma's package where he had become unknowingly fixed again.

Damn that sexy man, damn that sexy smirk, and damn those distracting pants!

Luckily before things spiral further out of control Genma crosses the room to sit at the table. Iruka gathers the cooling food and joins the jonin.

Genma smirks, sliding a toast tick in and out of his mouth suggestively. "Mmm Iruka, I love cinnamon toast." Slowly dragging his tongue across a rouge crumb he adds, "Its, so… sweet."

Iruka squeaks and busies himself in pushing the eggs around his plate. Attempting to change the subject Iruka inquires about how Raidou is doing.

"Ano, alright again, kinda having a disagreement. A lover's quarrel if you will."

"Oh."

Maybe he's single? Inner Iruka fists pumps happily. So what! A more rational voice chimes in, that doesn't mean he's interested and you are kind of with Kakashi. Iruka winces, guilt panging at his heart, Oh yeah.

Iruka pulls himself together and glances up from his plate in time to see Genma stick a banana too far down his throat to just be eating it.

*Clang*

Iruka drops his fork eliciting a knowing chuckle from the teasing man. "Iruka, do you know why Raidou and I are on a quarreling?"

Iruka gulps knowing this is not going somewhere good, "Nande?"

The jonin smirks, fire flashing behind wide honey eyes, "He can't handle my sexual appetite." Pink tongue running suggestively over the senbon clinging to the corner of the smirking mouth.

Iruka chuckles nervously and quickly shoves the remaining food into his mouth. "Oh my! Look at the time!" he calls merrily, jumping up from the table. "School starts in thirty minutes, we better go!"

Genma follows, thanking the host for his meal and placing his dishes in Iruka's sink. As the pair walks out the door the jonin turns to the chunnin, pinning him against the wall. Iruka forgets how to breathe as Genma's lips hover over his, so close Iruka can taste him.

"You know" Genma whispers, breath tickling Iruka's lips, "I have to substitute teach for two weeks because of you… I think you should be punished."

Iruka closes his eyes waiting half in fear half in anticipation for Genma's lips to close onto his, but nothings happens. Cracking an eye open brown orbs peer questioningly around. Genma chuckles deeply, "But we have Kakashi to punish you ne Sensei?" and skips down the steps.

Shit.

Iruka lets out a deep exhale he did not realize he was holding. Watching Genma tap his foot in mock impatience Iruka sighs.

Gotta get your shit together Umino. Iruka frowns inwardly, guilty consciousness kicking in, you have Kakashi now.

The pair walk to school in mostly comfortable conversation. Genma inquires casually about Kakashi, makes some inappropriate comments about a young girl they pass, and pokes fun at Iruka for nearly rolling his ankle in a hole. Every now and then Iruka catches a glimpse of Genma's ass and ends up having to readjust himself a few times. Gods this is going to be a long day- Iruka gripes to himself, cock twitching from neglect. Thank Kami we're here, the teacher thinks to himself as the two shinobi near school.

At the school entrance Genma pauses and smiles warmly. "Thanks for the hospitality. Hope to see you later Iruka-kun," and with a wink he saunters into the school.

Iruka stares after the departing jonin. Eyes glued to his ass.

Kami he looks good in those pants… Iruka's cock twitches his eyes Iruka cruses, angry and still horny slowly following the object of his lust into school.

Shit this is going to be a long day.

E/N: Thanks to my friends for endless hours of akamaru 'o' face entertainment and our many inappropriate conversations. WhitenyRose: still the best beta ever, and ActuallyNevis? I think you're alright I guess. XP