GUYS! GUYS! There is finally actual real smut in this chapter! And it\s not in the bathroom of a seedy night club, and it doesn't get interrupted!
I'm so excited guys!
It was hard for Kakashi to concentrate with the brats on Friday, his mind on one track- headed towards his dinner tonight with Iruka. Not that he could share such information with the brats.
When he decided he couldn't handle the constant bickering of dumb, dumber, and dumbest he sent them on their way, leaving Kakashi to walk home in deep thought. He picked out some nice causal civilian clothes and headed over to Iruka's arriving precisely at 6 o'clock.
When he arrived however, Iruka didn't lead him to the kitchen, but rather to the back yard where he had his grill and a nicely set table arranged on the deck. Well if that wasn't romantic Kakashi didn't know what was. Thankfully, Kakashi noticed neighbours in the opposite housing also having some sort of party, making Kakashi a little more reserved about pulling moves on poor Iruka. He had a sneaking suspicion Iruka had planned it that way.
Neither spoke of it though, as Kakashi helped Iruka cut vegetables and slide them onto skewers to be grilled, and poured the ice wine into glasses for the both of them. They shared good conversation as was usual, Kakashi slowly participating more and more, so it wasn't so much Iruka telling stories as it was the two ninja's sharing stories.
Kakashi couldn't remember a time he'd been more satisfied with his life.
Kakashi helped to clear plates from the table after the meal, stooping to pick of a square of green pepper that had fallen to the floor in the great food fight during Kakashi and Iruka's 'Why should we have co-ed bath houses' debacle. Iruka had been the first to fire, tossing a mushroom at Kakashi and hitting him square in the forehead. Food mayhem had ensued. Iruka had won.
Kakashi went back out to the yard to collect the last plates, shutting the door behind him and dropping the plates onto the counter where Iruka was filling up the sink.
"I can help if you'd like?" Kakashi volunteered himself to help wash dishes.
"I'll wash. You dry. I'm very particular about how my dishes get washed." Iruka finished his sentence, tossing a drying rag to Kakashi. "And they better be actually dry. No half-assing this. I keep my place at tropical temperatures-"
"Like I hadn't noticed…" Kakashi cut in.
"Ha. Ha. Like I said. Down right tropical in here, and heat and moisture is just asking for shit like mold and bacteria. So if you'd like to be invited again, make sure they're dry."
Kakashi sighed, and then chuckled, finding Iruka's dishwashing standards delightfully amusing. He wondered what Iruka would say upon seeing his own less than acceptable living arrangements.
Once the dishes were washed, dried, and inspected by Iruka, they returned to the backyard, finishing their wine and continuing pervious conversations.
Eventually Iruka yawned and Kakashi took his hint that it was time to leave.
At the door Iruka allowed him yet another kiss, eyes closed waiting for Kakashi's lips on his own. Kakashi wanted to press his luck tonight, each kiss he'd received had been a little more passionate than the previous, he'd been allowed to go a little farther than the one before. So he pushed. His lips left Iruka's in favour of his tanned neck, memorizing all the little spots that made Iruka gasp and shiver. A nibble to the ear lobe had Iruka melting into his arms. The chunin's talented fingers played with his hair, massaging his scalp as his own mouth and teeth moved over the smooth flesh reveled to him. He kissed back up Iruka's neck, sucking on the spot right beneath his ear as Kakashi's long pale fingers ghosted just under Iruka's shirt.
He felt the teacher tense, frozen, waiting for the fingers to move again. Instead they paused, resting gently on his hips as Kakashi's mouth made it to Iruka's ear.
"Is this ok, I-ru-ka?" He whispered sensually into the brunet's ear.
Iruka sighed, his body relaxing visibly before nodding, his head lifting from there door where it had previously hung limp so that his own mouth found Kakashi's ear.
"Only because you asked nicely." Iruka accentuated his words with a slow sensual lick up the shell of Kakashi's ear, ending with a gentle bite of his own before his mouth went in search of Kakashi's.
Kakashi's guttural moan vibrated into Iruka's mouth, making him smirk in accomplishment, only to have it wiped away with a gasp as Kakashi's hands began to move under his shirt. The fingers ghosted over his torso, tracing patterns over Iruka's ribs without rhyme or reason, setting Iruka's nerves on fire as they roamed. It was Kakashi's turn to smirk as his hand wandered higher, nimble fingers brushing over a sensitive nipple.
Iruka saw stars behind his eyelids, breaking the kiss with his moan as his body arched towards the contact. Kakashi repeated the action, this time over the other nub, causing the same reaction from the panting teacher.
"Is that ok?" Kakashi asked again, wondering if all he had to do was ask this whole time.
"Yes." Was all Iruka managed to hiss as Kakashi's lips found Iruka's once more, tongue thrusting into the smaller man's mouth hotly.
Kakashi swallowed Iruka's moan as his fingers brushed, then pinched the quickly hardening nipple, loving how Iruka's hands tightened in his hair.
He pulled back to look at Iruka; eyes closed, lips slightly parted, cheeks and neck flushed in passion. He licked his lips, reminding himself to calm down, not to fast, bring it down.
And so he did, hands retreating back to Iruka's stomach and lower back, still tracing patterns but more to calm than to excite, their kiss slowed, still just as passionate, but languid now, their tongues passing in slow strokes till Kakashi broke apart.
As Kakashi pulled away, Iruka was quick to note that he wasn't the only one panting. He waited till he heard the tell-tale sound of Kakashi's mask being lifted into place before opening his eyes.
"Well…" Was all Iruka could come up with.
Kakashi chuckled, raising a hand to cup Iruka's cheek. "Slowly, right?"
Iruka nodded smiling as he leaned into Kakashi's touch.
The rest of the month passed with more casual daytime dates. Ice cream, a trip to the book store, walking home together; Wednesdays had become conservation garden night as Iruka had enjoyed the inside garden so much. Kakashi had even sat with Iruka in the missions office, looking through the teachers supply catalogue to pick out next year's materials and weapons. And each night Kakashi received a passionate Iruka kiss, though none as fervent as the one after Friday dinner.
It was a Wednesday as Kakashi and Iruka made their rounds of the conservation garden that Iruka suggested a date. It was in the rainforest room, hot and humid, bright florescent colours and big drooping trees, a waterfall in the corner creating a flowing river through the room and into the wall where it connected to the fresh water lake in the room next door.
"So… Friday. I took it off from the missons room this week." He started slowly, words picked carefully despite his nervousness. "I was wondering if you'd like to come over. Just you and me. To drink. And watch a movie." Iruka's head lifted and fell, accentuating each statement as it left his mouth.
Kakashi stood stunned for a moment. Iruka wanted him over. In his house. Alone. Did he even understand what that implied to Kakashi?
"You… trust me enough?" he had to ask, he didn't think Iruka was oblivious to the fact, not with such nervousness in his voice. But he had to be sure.
"Yes." He finally looked at Kakashi, eyes proclaiming his apprehension. "With boundaries, of course. Which will be discussed when you arrive."
Boundaries. Well obviously. Give an inch and Kakashi would take more than just a mile. But the fact that Iruka trusted Kakashi, and hopefully himself to keep within those boundaries was encouraging.
Licking his lips that still tasted of Iruka's customary post-date kiss, they parted ways, Kakashi already beginning to fantasise about Friday.
Kakashi knocked on Iruka's door as 6pm as Iruka requested. Taking a deep breath to calm himself. No need to get all worked up over a movie and some sake. Kakashi had brought a bottle of plum sake from his own liquor cabinet at home for the occasion, remembering Iruka's love of plums.
He smiled when Iruka opened the door, another deep calming breath as he held up the sake.
"For tonight?" Iruka asked, but blushed and looked away after realizing how silly a question it was.
Kakashi chuckled and followed Iruka to the living room where Iruka had a futon laid out on the floor in between the couch and TV. The younger man grabbed the sake from Kakashi's hand, placing it on the side table as he took a seat on the futon, his back leaning against the couch.
Kakashi took his cue, following suit and sitting as close as he could to Iruka without sitting on him.
Iruka started the movie, some old timey action movie Kakashi had never seen.
"I hope it's ok…" Iruka asked, his own hand slipping into Kakashi's
Of course Kakashi nodded, it didn't really matter what movie it was, as long as Iruka was there.
They ended up talking through most of the movie. Making jokes about this scene or that, answering rhetorical questions, yelling at something stupid the character did. Iruka shushed Kakashi when something important happened, but for the most part they yelled at the screen.
The sake bottle had been opened within minutes of the film starting, Kakashi suggesting they just drink from the bottle so Iruka didn't have to meticulously wash the cups. Iruka punched Kakashi in the arm gently for being made fun of but agreed, grabbing the bottle from Kakashi's hand and taking a long swig.
"Mmm… Plum." Iruka's pink tongue slipping out to grab whatever liquid had been stranded on his lips.
The movie went pretty smoothly, both Iruka and Kakashi keeping their hands to themselves, relatively speaking, throughout the entire film.
As the credits rolled, Kakashi turned to Iruka and smiled, throwing an arm over his shoulder. Neither was drunk, but both exhibited a pleasant buzz, Kakashi merely enjoying Iruka's presence as Iruka became deep in thought.
"Kakashi…"
The silver haired man waited, knowing Iruka wanted to say more, his eyes trained solely on the man beside him.
"I… Kakashi I do… really like you. In that way. Quite a lot actually. And I'd rather like for us to continue doing… whatever it is we've been doing."
Kakashi was glad for his cloth holding his mouth closed, because it was the only thing keeping it from dropping as Iruka continued to speak his mind.
"Slowly. Like we've been doing. I like it… where we're going I'm just… incredibly nervous. This is all new territory for me. And I'm already so reserved." He looked up at Kakashi for the first time, his smile looking more like a grimace as he continued. "I'm no spring chicken mind you. Not like it's my first tango or anything, but uhh… I don't think this is tango… so uhh… patience with me is all I'm asking I guess…"
Kakashi had to use all his self-control not to pounce on the innocent school teacher right then and there. Instead he reached over and hugged the man from the side, pressing his clothed cheek into Iruka's.
"Just like I said before, I'll drive the train, you control the gas and brakes. We'll go as fast or slow as you want."
When Kakashi pulled away Iruka's smile was blinding, he only wished he could have looked at that face with the sharingan.
Iruka rolled away from Kakashi suddenly, arm reaching over to the side table and opening a drawer, pulling something out and rolling back over. The flush on his face was strong as continued to roll, right over Kakashi, a leg thrown over both sides of the pale man as he arranged himself on Kakashi's lap.
The jounin tried not to drool, deciding that he'd let Iruka run the show for now, while he still had the confidence to do so.
Iruka bit his lip and raised his hand between the two men, his other hand grasping Kakashi's, placing it on the object he had pulled from the table. The smaller man pulled his hand away, blushing more heavily now as Kakashi inspected what had been given to him.
It was a bandana, folded into a thin strip of fabric, its purpose was not lost to Kakashi as his heart felt a powerful twang. A blind fold. The fact that it was Iruka to suggest it spoke of just how deeply he trusted the other man. To submit so fully to another human was beyond Kakashi's imagination, and he surged forwards and kissed Iruka. Even with his mask in place he felt the warmth of Iruka's lips and hoped the gesture properly conveyed his feelings.
Kakashi gulped as Iruka closed his eyes, reaching back to pull his hair tie out as he waited. Kakashi didn't leave him waiting long, slowly, as if he might break the chunin if he moved to fast, he reached forwards placing the bandana over Iruka's eyes tying it gently but securely behind his head.
"It's ok?" Kakashi asked in a breathy moan. He was half-hard already; just the thought of what Iruka was doing sending pleasurable shocks to his lower parts.
"Yeah…" Came the equally breathy reply. "Don't get too carried away. Nothing too far… and I'd like to keep my pants on at least but I won't be horribly upset if I'm properly persuaded otherwise."
"Yes, Sensei." Kakashi replied back enthusiastically, a part in the back of his mind appreciated how he knew what Iruka meant without him actually saying it.
And then they were kissing, Kakashi's mask pulled around his neck in milliseconds as his other hand reached behind the flushed brunet's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
It was better than all those previous, Iruka's tongue somehow gaining confidence throughout the kiss, fighting Kakashi's for dominance for a time before acquiescing defeat and retreating. Kakashi's hands went where he wanted them most right now, Iruka's shirt buttons, quickly and efficiently slipping plastic through cotton to reveal Iruka's chest.
Iruka's moan broke the kiss as Kakashi's hands caressed Iruka's torso, dress shirt falling from his shoulders and onto the futon below. Kakashi let his hands roam; single eye drinking in the sight of his own pale skin moving over Iruka's honeyed tan.
Iruka's hands seemed to come alive now that he wasn't being kissed into oblivion, his breath hitching every time Kakashi's hands innocently brushed over a nipple. The younger man's hands came to rest on Kakashi's shoulders, fidgeting with the fabric there before he spoke.
"I'm not allowed to see your face… I know. But can I… Can I touch it?" Iruka asked tentatively, wondering if he'd over stepped his bounds and everything would stop.
Kakashi groaned, the question going straight to his groin at the thought. "Please. Nobody's ever asked before." Kakashi's own hands left Iruka's body taking the shaking hands on his shoulder and gently placing them on his cheeks.
Iruka's mouth parted, soft fingers ghosting over Kakashi's jaw, outlining his lips, timidly brushing over tiny scars before his fingers found his hitai-ate.
"May I?" Iruka asked again, knowing full well what taking it off would unleash.
Kakashi nodded wordlessly, knowing Iruka could feel his head movement.
He placed it gently on the couch behind them, hand moving slowly to find their bearing again. Iruka hesitated but started from the jaw once more, working up Kakashi's temples with a delicate touch, carefully skimming over the scar on his eye before running his finger along the ridge of his nose.
Kakashi's breaths had started to come in pants long ago, his skin sensitive and so unused to being touched by his own hands, much less the man he desired.
And then Iruka was leaning forwards, placing a gentle kiss on Kakashi's forehead, moving to his scarred eyebrow, closed eye, and cheek. He placed delicate and tentative kisses along Kakashi's jaw before pulling away just slightly to whisper, "You feel beautiful." before plunging his lips onto Kakashi's.
Kakashi's mind was blank as his tongue snaked into Iruka's mouth, his hands finding a new sort of energy as the gentle teasing caresses from earlier turned into strong confident strokes, nails raking down Iruka's lower back while the other traveled up to squeeze and tease Iruka's delicate nipple. Iruka's mouth was a constant stream of noises; pants, moans, and gasps, flowing with no inhibition.
It left Kakashi's mouth free to find an ear lobe and playfully nibble, causing a gasp of "Ka-." His hands rolling a nub between his fingers producing a sigh of "-shi." He had to admit he quite liked the sound of the new nick name coming from Iruka's pliant lips.
His lips left Iruka's ear in favour of neck, lips kissing past Iruka's collarbone, but not without a gentle nip, and continued down Iruka's chest. His tongue lapping out to taste the newly exposed skin as Iruka arched into his touch.
Iruka's own hands were not idle, working the buttons of Kakashi's own shirt to get to what was under. Iruka cheered himself inwardly at having undone all the buttons blindfolded as his hands touched Kakashi's chest for the first time. It was soft, even with multiple scars marring the surface; Iruka's fingers caressed each one as they traveled up Kakashi's chest. He brushed over Kakashi's nipples with an open palm, loving the hip jerk it created. He frowned, thwarted with Kakashi's mask as it still hung around his neck. Iruka grumbled and grasped the edge, pulling the stretch fabric over Kakashi's head unceremoniously, but placing it gently on the couch behind them.
Although interrupted, Kakashi's mouth picked up right where it left off, kissing and licking across Iruka's powerful shoulders. He turned downward again, picking up speed as he neared his goal.
"Ahh!" Iruka's hands froze, his head thrown back at the sudden pleasure as Kakashi's tongue laved over Iruka's already abused nipple.
Liking the reaction Kakashi did it again, tongue laving over the bud before closing his mouth around for a gentle suck. He got the same reaction, Iruka's body still paralyzed in pleasure from Kakashi's sinful lips.
Kakashi took the opportunity to change places, gently pushing Iruka back against the futon, crawling over the flushed body.
Iruka's hands moved again, fingers flicking over Kakashi's nipples in revenge causing the older man to buck his hips unconsciously into Iruka's.
This created an all new reaction from Iruka, a surprised 'ohh.' Slipping from his lips as his hands moved to Kakashi's back, nails scraping gently down the pale flesh and leaving redden marks in their wake. Groaning, Kakashi moved his hips against Iruka's once more, noting with satisfaction that the brunet answered, bucking up into Kakashi for friction.
Kakashi's lips continued on their mission, mouth suddenly closing on the other nipple, tongue flicking over the ignored perky bud. The hand not holding him up lifted to close around the other nipple causing Iruka to practically scream.
Kakashi, satisfied Iruka had been teased enough let his free hand wander lower, fingers brushing over Iruka's pants, hand gently caressing the prominent erection.
Iruka's brows furrowed and Kakashi was thankful for the blindfold, not knowing if Iruka could have kept his eyes closed for that, or what Kakashi would have done if he had seen the nervousness in those deep pools.
"Let me help you with that." Kakashi spoke quietly, moving to straddle the younger man, lifting his hand away to press his own straining erection into Iruka's.
Iruka moaned at the friction, his fingers clenched on Kakashi's shoulders as he argued with himself.
It took a gentle caress to Iruka's cheek to convince the man, biting his lip before speaking.
"The pants stay on."
Kakashi gave himself a mental high-five, smirking as he leaned up on his knees. "Pants stay on."
He took care of Iruka first, slowly unbuttoning the pants, pulling the zipper down with excruciating sluggishness, before gently pulling at the top of Iruka's boxers.
Iruka's lip was chewed between his teeth, one arm flung up over his face, the other tightly fisting the fabric of the futon as his erection sprung free, slapping against his torso as Kakashi pulled the boxers down. The brunet moaned as the cool air hit his length, his ears picking up the quiet sounds of Kakashi's own pants.
Kakashi leaned down, hands bracing himself over Iruka as his lips brushed the Chunin's ear. "Trust me?"
Iruka nodded, arms wrapping around Kakashi's neck and pulling those sinful lips to his.
Kakashi smirked into the kiss, lowering himself to the tanned man, his own erection brushing against Iruka's momentarily. The jounin swallowed Iruka's moan as their hips brushed, Iruka instantly bucking up for more friction, which he received, grinding his own length against Kakashi's
Kakashi groaned into Iruka's mouth, thrusting his hips forwards as Iruka bucked up, creating a rhythm as they rutted against one another. After a particularly strong thrust Iruka broke from the kiss with a moan, his nails digging crescents into Kakashi's shoulders as he tried to speak but no words would come.
Kakashi understood, and it only served to bring him closer to the edge. He braced himself on his weak hand, lifting the other to wrap around not only Iruka's but his own weeping length. Iruka almost cried out, gasping now on each quick thrust as Kakashi's long fingers squeezed them both.
"Kami Iruka you're beautiful." Kakashi whispered hotly into the younger man's ear.
That pushed Iruka over the edge, Kakashi's name as a breathy moan from his lips as he came, causing Kakashi to fall with him, both shooting their load into the space between them.
Kakashi let himself slump onto Iruka, knowing the other man could take the weight of his upper body until they got over the high.
Iruka was the first to move; his hand coming up shakily and stroking the hair at the base of Kakashi's neck. It was uneven, fingers still tentative and shy, but pleasant none the less. Kakashi was tempted not to move. Ever.
"Kashi." Iruka whispered, head lifting to place a small kiss on the top of the jounin's head. "Kakashi thank you."
The man being thanked sighed and rolled off Iruka, gently tucking himself, and then Iruka back into their boxers before he pulled Iruka to his side. The younger man grunted with the effort, but slung an arm over Kakashi's chest nuzzling his nose in the crook of his seducer's neck.
It was a long time, though neither could really know for certain how long, before Iruka lifted his head and rolled off Kakashi.
"Put your mask on Kakashi. I wana take this off." Iruka grumbled at the ceiling.
"Maa, too far away."
"Well I'm taking this bandana off in approximately 2 minutes so the choice is yours." While his words seemed harsh, the way in which Iruka said them told Kakashi he didn't really need to worry, but if he didn't move his lazy ass he would incur Iruka's wrath.
And so he sat up scratching his head lazily as he reached for his mask, slipping it over his head. Before he arranged it though, he leaned over the unsuspecting teacher, placing a chaste kiss on Iruka's kiss swollen lips before sitting up and arranging his mask. He nudged the bandana off Iruka's forehead, giving the younger man's eyes to adjust to a world without a blindfold.
When Iruka looked up he was smiling, eyes inspecting Kakashi without his hitai-ate. Of course Kakashi had that eye closed, learning the skill of closing one eye and leaving the other open as a young man. Iruka didn't seem to have any words. Kakashi didn't know if it was because he didn't have anything to say, or didn't want to break the ethereal atmosphere they had created.
Kakashi broke it for him, laying back down on the futon and pulling the younger man to his side once more. "See... Pants didn't even come off."
Iruka giggled groping around behind him before grasping the converter, shutting the TV off and leaving them in darkness, the only light from the porch light from outside the window.
"Stay the night?" Iruka asked, so quietly Kakashi almost didn't catch it.
"You sure?" Came the quiet reply, Kakashi's hand squeezing Iruka's arm gently.
"Mhmm. We can clean up in the morning."
"Agreed. Good night Ruka."
Iruka was already asleep.
I just made myself have a lot of feels.
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-Majestic Moose Out-