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I'm REALLY liking how this story is turning out, so thanks to those who reviewed previous chapters and kept the spark of creativity alive in the majestic moose.
When Iruka's eyes opened to the blurry light of his living room he panicked momentarily, his brain trying to fill in the gap of why he was in the living room, why he was not entirely clothed, and who exactly it was behind him.
It didn't take long for memories of the previous night to come flooding back, making Iruka flush pink. Kami, Iruka had really lost control. His hands automatically came to cover his face, trying to hide the blush from nobody as his brain reminded him of the intense feelings from the night before.
But he wasn't ashamed. Nervous yes, but he had wanted to share more intimacy with Kakashi, especially since the man was clearly going out of his way to slow down the pace of the relationship for Iruka.
Kakashi's arms shifted around him, Iruka putting more thought into his position, back pressed against Kakashi's chest, legs spooning, pale arm haphazardly thrown over his torso. If he concentrated he could feel Kakashi's soft even breaths on his neck. He let his thoughts roam back to last night, and remembered the reason his stomach felt crusty. He could get up and shower, walking all the way down the hall for a quick clean… or… he could let his mind and body rest a little longer in Kakashi's embrace.
Although Iruka was a fan of being clean, he wasn't sure when he would be brave enough to engage Kakashi like this again, and decided on the latter option of snuggling back into Kakashi's warmth. Iruka's eyes drifted closed, his mind also drifting back into sleep.
When Iruka awoke, it was to lips on the back of his neck, making him shutter reflexively.
"Morning Ruka-kun." Kakashi whispered when he realized Iruka was awake.
With a squeak Iruka shot up, standing beside the futon faster than Kakashi's still sleep fogged brain could follow, the spell of confidence from last night clearly broken.
"Umm… I am gonna go shower… yea." And Iruka was practically running to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Kakashi chuckled and wondered how long it would be before Iruka would be comfortable waking up beside Kakashi after a night of getting pleasantly sweaty. Or not. Kakashi figured there would be both, and as long as Iruka was there, they both seemed like nice options.
He scratched his head momentarily wondering what had caused Iruka to be so bold last night, but shrugged it off; sometimes Iruka was a mystery.
He let his own mind recall memories of last night, smirking to himself at the thought of Iruka writhing in pleasure beneath him. He only wished he had opened his other eye, to take in the sights in a more permanent fashion.
A hot body plucking down on the futon beside Kakashi pulled him from his thoughts, just in time to catch Iruka leaning over his prone body. Strong hand's gently, but with purpose stroked over his shoulders and down his arms, fingers lacing with Kakashi's momentarily as he placed a chaste kiss over Kakashi's cloth before his hands retraced their steps.
"Sorry. Just… taking in the scenery I missed last night." Iruka spoke quietly.
He sat on the futon with just a tank top and a pair of civilian shorts, a sight Kakashi found interesting… and oddly appealing.
"Shower's ready for you. Red towel behind the door. You can use whatever products you want, I'm not meticulous about those." Iruka frowned as he emphasized 'meticulous', referring to the silver haired man's comments from their previous dinner.
Kakashi soaked in the strange familiarity, the stability of being able to have an inside joke. It was intoxicating.
When Kakashi stepped out of the shower he realized his shirt and hitai-ate were still in the living room, so he sauntered into the hall, only to hear noises from the kitchen, and a wonderful smell.
He couldn't resist following the smells to the kitchen, only to see Iruka making breakfast. When the short man turned, Kakashi smirked, watching the man freeze and blush, deep brown eyes taking in his form.
Iruka recovered quickly, turning back to the stove and waiving behind him absently as he spoke. "Kakashi, I've left a spare bandana on the table, if you'd like you can wear that over your face while you eat. If you are comfortable with that. That way you don't have to pull your mask down every time. Promise I won't look.
Kakashi's brain froze. A bandana. For him to eat. His mind couldn't process Iruka's thought patterns. Last night he had merely asked to touch Kakashi's face, after accepting totally and completely that Kakashi wasn't comfortable showing his face… yet. Nobody had ever been completely accepting, every person, friend or not, had tried to peek at some point.
But here was Iruka, his eyes always avoiding Kakashi when he knew his mask was coming down, always closing his eyes, and keeping them closed for kisses, providing a deadly ninja with a blindfold to make said ninja more comfortable and to assure no accidents... and now this.
Straightforward consideration that maybe it was hard for Kakashi to eat with his mask. Not only taking it into consideration, but providing a simple solution that would allow Kakashi to almost effortlessly transport what would likely be delicious food, from his plate to his stomach.
Kakashi was never letting Iruka out of his grasp.
And so without being able to come up with words for Iruka's kindness he grabbed the bandana and went back to the bathroom to find the best way to wear it. After adjusting the bandana a little more he returned to the kitchen, deciding against his shirt as Iruka's house was always warm.
Breakfast was already on the table for him.
They eat in companionable silence, enjoying each other's company as they finished the meal. Kakashi helped Iruka place their dishes in the empty sink, the brunet assuring Kakashi he would clean them later himself.
"I'm sorry I have to go so soon Iurka. I promised dumb and dumber I'd take them to the Jounin training grounds to show them just how underdeveloped their little brains were."
Iruka chuckled, flipping the taps on to fill the sink with water. "The training grounds aren't that bad Kakashi. I'm sure they'll at least be able to doge most things."
"Anko is gonna be waiting for them…" Iruka didn't need to see Kakashi's face to know he was smirking.
After seeing Kakashi to the door and allowing another mind blowing kiss, Iruka was left to his own devices.
Normally the weekend was reserved for relaxation, reading, and gardening; although a quick look into his school bag showed he was quite far behind on his lesson plans. Maybe the sacrifice wasn't so bad, doing lesson plans on the weekend in exchange for free time with Kakashi throughout the week.
The two men meet up twice more through the week, Kakashi becoming suddenly very busy with balancing small missions, and three bratty children, but they still found time. Going out for Ramen one night when Kakashi practically fell through Iruka's window after a mission, and a leisurely stroll through the conservation garden on Wednesday as was becoming a tradition.
It was Friday night now as Kakashi knocked on Iruka's door, hoping he wasn't disturbing the man too much. He'd been on an overnight mission, upset that he didn't see or hear from Iruka for the day.
"To what do I owe the honour Kakashi?" Iruka yawned from the other side of the door frame.
Maybe he had woken the teacher from his marking nap. "Ano, you see I just wanted to see you for a minute. Before I turn in my perfect missions report."
Iruka made a face at the last part, clearly not believing Kakashi in the slightest. But he stepped aside, hand gesturing Kakashi to come inside.
"So… Saturday. No plans?" The jounin asked hopefully.
"No. But I'm guessing you are going to make some for me." Iruka took a seat on his couch, picking up the red pen and checking off a few things on the paper in front of him.
"Would you like to try going out for drinks again? Afterwards you could come back to my place perhaps? Stay the night?" The words were picked carefully, and spoken gently.
Iruka's eyes shot up from his paper, mind reeling at the suggestion.
"Just a thought. We always come back to your place. I mean mine is kinda small but it's closer to the center of the village, easier to get to maybe. And no pressure. Just… just staying the night. We wouldn't even have to… you know. Totally up to you. Just… putting the thought out-"
Iruka smiled softly, listening to Kakashi as he continued to babble. He was nervous, and he was allowing Iruka to see that side of him, his weakness. Iruka felt honoured.
"Kakashi- Shh." Iruka spoke as he stood up, arms wrapping around Kakashi as he pressed his cheek into Kakashi's chest. "I like the idea."
He felt the silver haired man relax, long arms wrapping around his shoulders for a gentle hug.
"Good." Kakashi sighed, a hand coming up to play with Iruka's hair.
"No guarantees as to what will happen. But I like the idea."
They didn't see each other much before Saturday, Iruka taking more missions room shifts while one of the other chunin was out sick, and Kakashi needing to spend a little more quality time with his brats.
But it left Kakashi time to clean his apartment. It was mostly clothes. Uniform shirts, pants, and vests were strewn about the apartment, some with questionable smells or dirt. Who could blame the man, living alone, getting back from a long mission, pulling articles of clothing off his body and leaving them where they fell. Laundry baskets were such trouble, and Kakashi had learned in his youth that having a large wardrobe prevented this habit from becoming a problem.
So with the apartment clean, Kakashi set out to Iruka's place to pick him up. Just casual drinks this time, at a normal downtown bar, where the potential to run into someone they knew was very high.
Iruka looked wonderful today. Dark form fitting jeans and an even more form fitting top. Kakashi only wished he would let his hair down.
The bar was full and rowdy, being Saturday night, and the two men found refuge in a booth at the back. Today the conversation seemed turned to Naruto. Kakashi had elaborated on a particularly amusing story about Naurto's training, and the rest of the night turned into a sort of competition, who had the best story about Naruto. Kakashi's were mostly comedic, whereas Iruka's seemed more heartwarming, but both men had their share of the other.
The bottom of Iruka's fourth class of whiskey sours had the two ninja's calling it a night, paying their respective tabs and exiting the bar. Several of Kakashi's fellow jounin inhabited the bar stools at the front of the shop but none seemed to notice them, or if they did, never approached. Iruka was thankful for that, not wanting to draw attention to Kakashi and his relationship just yet.
Iruka followed the older man through the streets to the small apartment that Kakashi called home. It was very basic. A table and two chairs in the kitchen. A chair in front of a TV with a tea table. Three bookshelves filled with various scrolls and books. Iruka wasn't surprised; most jounin sported the same décor, only furniture required for basic human needs, and slight entertainment.
Kakashi seemed nervous, his fingers speciously looking to fidget as Iruka took in the room.
"So?" Kakashi interjected into the silence.
"It's exactly as I would have expected from you." Iruka smiled toeing off his shoes and following Kakashi into the center of the room.
"You know, I have my own book collection… wana see?" His lips split into a grin, his eye sparking with a childish glint.
"Sure. You know my weakness."
And so Kakashi led Iruka to his room, more than eager to show Iruka his own less than innocent book collection. He was surprised that Iruka didn't figure it out, and the idea of watching Iruka's face flush in embarrassment made Kakashi smile.
And Blush Iruka did, his cheeks and neck glowing bright red as soon as his eyes began catching titles. Kakashi's little trick had earned him a playful punch to the arm and a pout.
"Here. They aren't all so bad." He spoke quietly, moving behind Iruka to reach onto the shelf, pressing his chest into Iruka's back as he grabbed a book. "This one is mostly plot." The second sentence was spoken into Iruka's ear, Kakashi enjoying the shiver it sent through Iruka's body.
He handed the book to Iruka, his hands resting on Iruka's hips, chin on his shoulder as the teacher read the summary on the back. He turned his head slightly to make sure Kakashi could see his frown.
"I'll give it a try. No promises. We surely don't share the same taste in literature." He assured Kakashi, eyes darting to the entire two shelves dedicated to Kakashi's favourite orange book.
They spent the rest of the night sitting cross-legged on Kakashi's bed, it being the only soft place to sit for more than one person. Kakashi had brought out another, smaller, bottle of sake for them to share as they continued to talk. When Iruka's yawns began to interrupt his stories so often Kakashi could hardly understand them, he deemed it bed time, putting the sake back in the fridge and returning to the bedroom.
Kakashi stood next to his dresser, contemplating his next move in relation to going to sleep. Iruka seemed to be suddenly very interested in the sheets, his hands fiddling with the edge of Kakashi's blanket.
With a deep breath Kakashi decided to just go for it, and so he slowly began to undress, shifting his hitai-ate off his forehead and letting it plunk onto the dresser in its usual spot. Next was his shirt, his breathing a little more strained as he caught Iruka's eyes darting up to his form occasionally. Set in his habits the shirt fell to the floor, he was so not picking that up right now. Then it was his pants, another deep breath before he unbuckled his belt, popped open the button and let his pants fall to the floor with his shirt, leaving the albino blond in his boxers.
Iruka was now blatantly staring, a bright blush on his face as his eyes moved over Kakashi's body. With a smirk, Kakashi headed to the bed plunking down and rolling towards Iruka.
"Your turn."
The reaction was worth the punishment, Iruka's mouth opening, gaping like a fish out of water before he recovered and punched Kakashi.
"Here-" Kakashi whispered, sitting up and moving closer to Iruka. "Let me help?"
He had meant it to be sexy, but he wanted to make sure Iruka was ok with everything. Iruka hadn't brought an overnight bag or anything so he was going on a suspicion. But he'd been wrong before.
Iruka merely nodded, biting his lip as Kakashi's eyes conveyed his smile.
So Kakashi was the first to move, hands slowly moving to the hem of Iruka's shirt, grasping it gently and pulling upwards. Iruka was helpful, raising his arms and moving his head back so it would fit through the hole. Kakashi tossed the shirt over his shoulder unceremoniously, his hands returning to Iruka's body, caressing the newly exposed skin. The brunet's eyes slid shut, body slightly arching into Kakashi's touch.
A gentle push on his shoulders and Iruka was leaning back, letting his body recline onto the bed, Kakashi falling with him. Those hands caressed lower, just fingertips now, ghosting over Iruka's stomach and abdomen till they reached the top of his pants.
"Let's get these off hmm? So you'll be more comfortable right?" Kakashi suggested, hoping Iruka wouldn't think his thoughts were entirely impure.
"Yea." It was practically a breathy moan, Iruka already getting lost in the moment after those gentle caresses.
He popped the button, eyes going back to Iruka for any sign of distress before pulling down the zipper. His fingers moved to the belt loops, gently tugging on the pants till they gave, slowly sliding down Iruka's body.
The younger man lifted his hips, allowing Kakashi to slide the pants over his quickly hardening erection, across his trembling thighs, and down his calves; Iruka lifting his feet so Kakashi could toss his pants too.
He smiled up at the blushing Iruka, watching him yawn even with his nervousness.
"Maybe it's best if we just go to sleep. Hmm?" Kakashi suggested, supressing a chuckle as Iruka yawned once more, nodding slightly.
He stood and turned off the lights, plunging the room into absolute darkness. Kakashi had no trouble finding his way to his bed, doing the same thing almost every night. Iruka was still in the same position, clearly feeling out of place in Kakashi's bed.
It was a tangle of limbs and blankets as Kakashi tried to get them settled under the covers in the dark. Iruka's arm made contact with Kakashi's chin and after Iruka apologized several times they both broke out in a fit of giggles at the whole situation.
Eventually they did get settled, Kakashi spooning himself around Iruka, wrapping an arm around the teachers waist and pulling him close.
"Kakashi." Iruka spoke hesitantly after a few minutes of silence.
"Maa?"
"You're hard."
Kakashi chuckled. There was no hiding it from Iruka.
"Mhmm. So are you." He accentuated his words with actions, letting his hand move down between Iruka's legs where he was trying to hide his own erection.
The hitch of breath from Iruka made Kakashi groan, shuffling back and turning Iruka to face him.
"Together?" Kakashi waited for an answer, suddenly wishing he didn't have blackout curtains.
Kakashi's breath was the one to hitch this time as Iruka's hand was suddenly palming his erection, a whispered "Yes." Hung in the air between them as Kakashi reciprocated.
Iruka's groan was echoed by Kakashi's as both men's hands slipped under clothing and touched the hardened flesh of the other. Iruka seemed to be encouraged by Kakashi's reaction, his hand firmly wrapping around Kakashi's hard on and moving in perfectly timed stokes.
Kakashi leaned forwards, touching their foreheads together as both men picked up speed, fingers loosening and tightening, listening for reactions from the other.
Iruka was the first to smirk, Kakashi groaning as the brunet's thumb pressed into Kakashi's sensitive head, smearing pre-cum over the tip and continuing to stroke. Iruka's reaction was more visceral, hips jerking forwards as he moaned. This was going to be embarrassingly fast.
Iruka's hips lost control, steadily bucking into Kakashi's hand as his free hand moved over Iruka's body, gently pinching a nipple between his fingers.
"Kakashi-"
"I know, me too." Kakashi responded, feeling himself nearing the edge as Iruka's talented fingers worked over his length. The intimacy of such a simple act was surprisingly arousing for the supposed pervert.
Another flick to Iruka's nipple had him falling over the edge, his low pitched whine of 'oh god Kakashi' pushed the silver haired man with him, groaning, as both men spilling themselves into each other's hands. They both lay, panting, hands still in each other's boxers as they enjoyed the post orgasmic high.
Kakashi was the first to recover, pulling his own hand from Iruka's boxers before pulling Iruka's from his own. He let Iruka rest, pushing the blankets off and stumbling to the attached bathroom in the dark, dampening a towel to wipe his hand, then bringing it back and wiping Iruka's.
When he rolled back into bed, Iruka plastered himself to Kakashi's side, lips placing a gentle kiss on his clothed cheek before Kakashi felt fingers at the hem of his mask.
"I don't have my eye's closed, but it's too dark to see you. Promise." Iruka hoped Kakashi would believe him.
"I know." Was the only answer, Iruka taking it for a yes and tugging down the mask.
The kiss was wild to say the least, both men pushing forward to meet for a kiss, tongues savagely pushing into each other's mouths, fighting for dominance briefly before Iruka submitted, moaning softly into Kakashi's mouth in defeat.
They broke apart slowly, tongues reaching out over the gap to share a fleeting touch as the kiss ended. Iruka's hand moved to Kakashi's face, fingers affectionately moving over his features, outlining his lips before caressing down his neck, shoulders and eventually entwining their fingers together.
"You'll let me see you one day, right?" Iruka asked tiredly.
Kakashi signed, knowing eventually that day had to come. "Sometime soon. I'm just not ready yet."
Iruka nodded in the dark, giving Kakashi's hand a squeeze. "Night Kakashi."
"Night Ruka-kun… ouch not so hard."
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