Chapter 26: Your body language says so much

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A/N: And here we are, finally another installment of Dear Diary. I'm so incredibly sorry for the long silence, I really am. Truth of the matter is… I'd maneuvered myself into a corner I didn't know how to get out of again. But with the help of my Beta, I managed to complete the chappy after all! I hope you'll all enjoy it, I can tell you that I did at least. So, just to be clear: This story is not discontinued. I just got stuck. And I'm really busy. And I got stuck. Okay? I love this story, I love writing for you guys. I do however, feel like I should be honest with you: The next update may take a while still. This, because I'm still very busy. I write as a stress relief, but lately even that much isn't really granted. But I'll do my best for you, and you know… Reviews help ;) Just saying…

I have the fortune that one of the most amazing people in the world will Beta my work for me: Marina, you're the best!

I do not own Naruto. I only own my own creativity (Though my mother would have you believe that is actually hers… Don't believe everything you hear, folks)

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Dear Diary,

And now they know. My team, what's left of Kakashi's team… We are no longer hiding, no longer living inside our private little fantasy. I no longer feel as if I am living inside a dream. Finally. I can accept that this is real. Our reality but also the reality of the rest of Konoha.

Finally, I can let myself believe it. Finally I can start thinking about a future – about our future. There are so many things I want to experience with him. With Kakashi. With the man I love. The man I finally openly love.

Kakashi and I are together. Finally.

Yours sincerely, Gai M.

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After that touching conversation between my lover and his student, we chatted just a little more. But, being the ever-perceptive person that she is, Tenten made sure to give us back our privacy soon after.

Returning to the living room after saying goodbye to our students at the door, I find Kakashi – unmasked – draped comfortably on my couch. Smiling up at me, he motions for me to come closer. Smiling back, I do as asked, sitting down on the edge of the couch next to his slender hips and leaning over to kiss those perfect, lush lips of his. Strong arms wrap around me, pull me down on top of him as Kakashi mumbles against my lips, "Gai… I love you. I love you so much…"

"I love you too, Kakashi," Smiling, I deepen the kiss, feeling his hands roam my back. Shifting on the spacious couch, I straddle him but I make sure not to put too much weight on his lungs again. I do not ever want to repeat that mistake. Cutting off the air supply of the man I love above all else is definitely a bad thing to do.

His hands travel to my ass. Cupping, stroking, squeezing a little. An involuntary moan escapes me, and I feel something stiffening between my legs. His name falls off my lips in a whispered pant, my hands instinctively searching for something to touch. Without realizing, I sit back up on my knees, leaning over so my hands have free reign to roam Kakashi's chest.

He chuckles, but then lets out a low moan, his hips all but bucking under me. The single eye that is usually visible has fallen closed, his pants coming out from between parted lips. His hands are wandering over my legs, kneading a little at times but mostly just… There. Unable to resist and without even thinking about it, I let my hands wander to the buttons on Kakashi's shirt. Undoing one, I feel my eyes widen a little in anticipation. Undoing the second, my hands tremble. Undoing the third, the throbbing between my legs becomes almost incessant. Undoing the fourth – my hands are suddenly stopped by Kakashi's paler and leaner ones. His eye wide open, his mouth all but closed. White, pearly teeth sink into the bright cherry of his lower lip, a hot blush residing on his cheeks.

For a few moments, we just stare at each other. I know what I want, but I'm not sure if he's ready for the same thing. I don't even really know if I'm ready for it. Swallowing, I pull my hands back, rest them on my legs as I wait. I do not know what I am waiting for, but I'm waiting nonetheless. For a few more seconds, Kakashi lies all but frozen. But then his hands cover mine once more, gently squeezing just a little.

A small smile appears on his face, a naughty one. One hand slips under mine, while the other grabs a gentle but firm hold. Slowly, Kakashi starts to lift my hand, all the while smiling that little smile that I already love. Agonizingly slow, he guides my hand. I do not dare hold out hope, though I do not dare renounce said hope either.

Kakashi's gaze is locked into mine, a sparkle in his eye. I do not even dare breathe, lest it might disturb this bubble that we have suddenly found ourselves in. I see nothing but Kakashi's sparkling eye, his little smile. I hear nothing but his soft and shallow breath, all but drowned out by my beating heart. I am aware of nothing but Kakashi and me. Right here and now. Nothing else matters.

The hand that guides my own does so at a pace so leisurely I momentarily worry I might die of old age before it reaches its destination. Somehow that makes me smile a little, and I watch in awe as Kakashi's little smile widens just barely – turning into an amused smirk. The little wrinkles around his eye appear again, Kakashi is enjoying this! This painfully slow pace, this… Teasing.

Of course he does…

Finally, finally I can feel the fabric of his pants under my fingertips. Wanting to know where he is guiding me exactly, I almost look down. But something about Kakashi's eye, his amused smirk holds me back. He doesn't want me to know yet – that much is clear. This man is teasing me, playing around a little while all I can really think about is my own throbbing flesh and his – hopefully – throbbing flesh.

Gently, Kakashi pushes my hand down. The skin underneath his uniform pants is warm, almost hot even. Still it is not the place I was hoping for. But before I even have a chance to react to the disappointment that floods my body, I can fell his other hand, pushing slightly against my own.

Slowly, he creeps over my skin. The pace seemingly even slower then when he guided my hand. Though this time the journey isn't as long, as he rests his own hand on my body where my hand rests on his. The naughty smile is back, and he winks. Does he mean to say 'your move'?

For a few more seconds, I wait. Unsure how far I'm allowed to go. Was it not Kakashi that stopped me only earlier today? But he brought us this far, hasn't he? My hand acts on its own, gently massaging Kakashi's inner thigh just a little. He moans softly, his own hand now mirroring my actions. Biting back my own moan, I smile as I listen to his. There is something cute about it, even though Kakashi is most definitely manly. His eye all but closed, he watches me intently through his eyelashes. The smirk has dissipated, instead his teeth are once again biting down on his lower lip. Kakashi's hand seems to almost be getting restless, the gentle massage slowly turning into something a little more determined. Almost trembling, I follow his example.

I cannot take this any longer! My hand inching toward the bulge in my lover's pants that is radiating warmth, promising to be the most exciting thing my hand has ever touched. Letting out a quaky breath, Kakashi follows my lead, his own hand closing in on my throbbing member.

I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. Suddenly, this is too much. Suddenly, I cannot bear the thought of him touching me, cannot even bear the thought of touching him. As if I've burned myself, I pull back my hand, wanting to pull his away from my body as well. But Kakashi's already let his hand drop, the smile returning to his face. He chuckles silently, but does not speak. I am left wondering what Kakashi is thinking, but do not ask. Too focused on forcing my lungs to take in air once more.

His cheeky smile turns soft, and Kakashi cocks his head just slightly. The hand that was guiding mine dangling loosely between his slightly parted legs, the other laying calmly where I've left it – a hair's breath away from his groin. Swallowing, I realize my eyes are glued to that hand – the one that's only this far removed from the place where mine would be if I hadn't chickened out.

He chuckles again, commanding my eyes to look at his face for a brief moment. I catch Kakashi's quick wink, but my gaze is already drawn back to his hand once more. I know there is a teasing smile playing around his lips, I do not need to see.

"Gai," His sultry whisper sends a shiver down my spine, "You're hot…"

Swallowing, I watch as his hand moves up just a little, cupping his own erection through his pants. Sweat beads down my back as I watch that hand move, massaging ever so slightly. A soft whimper escapes my lips, all but drowned out by Kakashi's equally soft moan.

His hand is moving excruciatingly slow, his soft sounds stroking my ears and singing through my blood. My eyes are glued to that slowly moving hand. His name falls off my slightly parted lips, and Kakashi chuckles quietly, "You like watching this, Gai?"

Licking my dry lips, I swallow hard. But I cannot manage a reply, only nodding mutely as his hand quickens the pace just barely. His breath picks up a little, soft moans falling off lush, delectable lips.

"Gai… Ah… You're making me so hot…"

My lips tremble, watching the man I've always loved beyond all else stroking himself, watching me watch him. A low moan escapes me, my hand unconsciously wandering to my own sex. Rubbing gently just shy of actually touching myself. Gasping at the sensations shooting through my body I realize I have never before in my life touched myself in the company of anyone else. I have never before even thought of it. But now I'm doing it. Loving it. My grip becomes firmer, drawing another low moan from my lips as Kakashi lightly chuckles once more.

"That's it… Ah, yes Gai… That's it…"

Suddenly feeling more than a little self-conscious, I realize I'm not going to last long. Not long at all. In fact, another minute or so is probably all that I have.

Out of nowhere, Kakashi lets out a deep, guttural moan, his body tensing up beneath me for just a few seconds before relaxing once more. His face – oh dear lord, his face – together with the almost unbelievable sexiness of that sound makes waves crash through my body, through my mind. Collapsing atop him, my vision goes black.

"Hey," A gentle hand strokes my hair, the other arm wrapped around me lovingly, "You doing okay there?"

Chuckling lightly, I close my eyes even tighter. This is… Embarrassing. Here I am, laying atop Kakashi – probably squishing his lungs once again – trembling lightly and with a wet patch in my jumpsuit that's so undeniably there I could not ignore it if my life were to depend on it.

A breathless chuckle is my reply, "Say, Gai…? Did we or did we not discuss the thing about crushing my lungs? The lack of oxygen is making it a little hard to remember right now…"

Blinking, I shoot up. Sitting back on my knees, I automatically straddle him once more, "Kakashi… My love, I am so sorry!"

Watching him take a deep breath, a quiet but relieved sigh leaves my lips. But then Kakashi chuckles again, winking as he vaguely gestures towards the wet patch I've been trying so hard to ignore existed…

"But hey, it's totally worth the view…"

Cheeks burning, I move away from him. Pulling up my knees, I retreat to the other side of the couch. Shifting, Kakashi sits up as well. Legs still spread, he leans his back against the armrest, "Totally worth it. Until we get to the very uncomfortable feeling of having the same situation going on downstairs," His chuckle sounds embarrassed, "Don't you feel the same…?"

I can feel the corners of my mouth twitch, "To an extent…"

"Gai…" He pouts, "Come on… You're hot and all, and I kinda like what we just did, but… I, eh… This is…" Kakashi swallows visibly, his hands clearly itching to pull the mask back up.

"Do you want to take a shower?" My voice is soft, insecurity radiating through, "You could borrow something to wear after…"

Smiling softly, he nods, "Please."

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As the water cascades down Kakashi's perfect body, I find myself in my own bedroom. Beyond frustrated as I'm pulling clothes out of drawers left and right. All I can find are green jumpsuits! I do not have a basic uniform anywhere! How is this even possible?! I have uniforms, right? Right?!

Apparently not.

Sinking down on my bed, I glumly look around. There is a jumpsuit in my hands, and I grip the fabric tight, frowning at it. This isn't what Kakashi wants to wear. This isn't what he wants to show himself in! He would be embarrassed to death! He will hate me for this!

Dropping my head in my hands, I stifle my quiet sobs. Kakashi will hate me for this. Kakashi will never forgive me. Why can't I just have one single uniform? Just the pants, it's all I need. Really, why don't I own a standard pair of Konoha uniform pants?! What on earth is wrong with me?

In the bathroom, the water is being turned off. Taking one last deep breath, I make my decision. Conjuring up a bright smile, I stand. Moving over to the bathroom, I brush the stray tears from my face. Opening the door just a little, my voice booms through the apartment, sounding happy and self-assured far beyond how I actually feel, "Here you are my rival, my love! I have brought for you clothes that will show the determination of your youth!"

A small sigh sounds from the other side of the door, "Gai… Please tell me that's a standard uniform and not something… Green…"

"Eh… It is… A uniform of sorts…?"

Another sigh sounds, immediately followed by Kakashi's small chuckle, "Fine Gai, just give it…" Pulling the door open, he extends his hand. But I don't hand the jumpsuit off. My mind is nowhere near remembering that that was the reason I'm here right now. I'm staring. Gawking. In complete and utter awe.

Kakashi's only nod towards modesty is the small towel wrapped around his waist. His skin is glistening with water, hair dripping. My eyes follow a drop of water as it falls from silver locks, trailing a path across a muscular but lean chest, over a sixpack that will haunt my dreams till the day I die. Seeing that small drop of water disappear into the towel, my stomach lurches in jealousy. I would give anything to be able to be that little drop of water, to travel across Kakashi's pale, perfect skin. To disappear behind that drenched towel. I gulp, suddenly becoming aware of where I am, who I am, what my current position is.

"Here!" Thrusting the jumpsuit towards the dream come to life that Kakashi is, I avert my eyes, "I will go make us some tea!" Turning on my heels, I flee. Did I think I was embarrassed before? That is nothing compared to how I feel now. Nothing!

As I go through the motions of preparing our tea, I try my hardest not to let my thoughts wander back to the enticing thoughts of Kakashi's near naked body. I violently fight to urge to pretend that I am indeed that drop of water. Harshly, I yank my thoughts away from thinking about trailing that path with my tongue. But as I walk back into my living room, all those efforts prove wasted. In vain.

Kakashi has seated himself on the same chair he occupied while our students were here. Ankle resting comfortably on his knee, arms wide and resting on the back of the chair. He's let his head fall back, looking completely relaxed. All this would make me smile, would make me feel happy that he's so comfortable. It would make me feel at ease as well – but damn it all, I never realized just how skin tight my bodysuits are! Even Kakashi's smaller frame is perfectly outlined, delectably so.

As his head languidly rolls back, a slow smile spreads across Kakashi's face. His gaze lazily drags over my body and a tongue peeks out to wet perfect lips. For a few more seconds, I am frozen in Kakashi's look, swallowing hard as he hoarsely whispers, "Yes Gai. Are you starting to realize why I've always enjoyed your taste in clothing…?"