Wet Chapter 3
Title: Wet
Chapter: 3- Togetherness
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kakairu
Summary: When it rains, it pours. And sometimes it just plain sucks. Slightly cracky.
Dawn. The sun came up reluctantly, peaking weakly through the clouds, illuminating muddy puddles, wind-blown bent trees, the occasional hole in roofs that, for once, hadn’t been caused by an over-enthusiastic Genin bounding just a little too harshly across the shingles. A gray sheen seemed to hang over everything. It was the type of day that even the sun decided was shit, and promptly hid itself behind some cumulus to wait it out. It made sure the cumulus was extra thick and sound-proof when it realized that Umino Iruka had just found a lazy, porn-loving Jounin lodged in his bushes.
Iruka grumbled, and with a kick, rerouted the gutters over his house to dump onto said porn-loving Jounin. Needless to say, when Kakashi realized that he was being drowned in his sleep, he woke up with a start to find a glowering Chunin standing over him. He did the first thing that seemed appropriate for the situation.
“Yo,” he said, untangling his right hand from the cloying branches and raising it in greeting.
“Kakashi,” Iruka growled out, and Kakashi wondered if the vein in his forehead would burst soon, “What the fuck are you doing in my hydrangea?”
It was at this point that Kakashi became aware of two things. A) Iruka looked reeaaallyy sexy in nothing but pajama pants with his hair all disheveled from sleeping (He could ignore the bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under them because that was just the swell type of guy Kakashi was), and B) Iruka had used an expletive when he wasn’t in a life-threatening situation or having sex with Kakashi, which meant that he was in a bad enough mood that if Kakashi wanted the problem of his morning wood rectified, he’d have to do some fast thinking.
“Hmmm…” Kakashi answered, trying to untangle himself a little more, “I was sleeping off an illicit amount of alcohol.” And happily, he had not much of a hangover to show for it. He freed himself and stood up, then added as an afterthought, “They’re comfortable bushes.”
Iruka had a frighteningly accurate ability of bullshit detecting, and when he was pissed off, this ability went into overdrive; meaning not only was he more accurate, but usually dismembered, maimed and/or otherwise destroyed any person(s) who were detected bullshitting. Kakashi figured it was best to tell the truth. He was right. Iruka sighed and deflated a little. But not much. The vein was still pulsing.
“I see,” he said, though they both knew that while he really didn’t understand at all, he really didn’t want to at this point. “Come inside. I was just making breakfast.”
Kakashi decided that this was definitely a turn in the right direction, and mentally told little Kakashi to hold out just a while longer. He followed Iruka around the house and in the front door, because even though it would have been easier to just hop in the bedroom window, he didn’t want to ruin his chances when he’d gotten this far. The first thing he noticed upon entering was the fact that the living room was a bit… wet.
“I wasn’t aware that you were converting your living room into a swimming pool,” he remarked conversationally. He watched as Iruka’s back tensed up. Damn. One step forward and two steps back.
“I’m not,” was the restrained reply. He could hear his lover’s teeth grinding. Cute.
Iruka busied himself with serving up two plates of food and pouring the tea. Kakashi busied himself with trying his damnedest to not jump the unsuspecting school teacher. Happily, (or unhappily, depending on how you look at it) they were both successful. Kakashi pulled his mask down and they ate in silence for a few moments before he stated,
“Apparently you had a shitty day. You look like hell.” Which, of course, Kakashi was capable of seeing but not really caring about. His ‘Ruru was adorable no matter what, at least in his sex-starved eyes. It was merely a statement of observation that comparing to most of the time, Iruka looked like hell. Which he did. The Chunin slammed his tea cup down on the table rather violently.
“I’m aware of that. I’m taking the day off.” Otherwise, I may strangle a somewhat innocent child, was left unsaid.
“Ah.”
“You obviously had a bad day yesterday too. I don’t often find you passed out in my bushes.”
“I try to keep the occurrence down to once or twice a month.”
“The bad day? Or sleeping in my bushes?”
Kakashi just gave him a pointed stare, then went back to finishing his food.
“So,” the Jounin started after a few more moments of silence (disturbed silence on Iruka’s part), “seeing as we’ve both had shitty days and you have the current day off, I figure there are a few things we could be doing in the foreseeable future that would brighten our moods.”
“Would any of these few things have something to do with southern areas of your anatomy?” Iruka asked carefully.
“Most of them,” Kakashi admitted with a shrug. Iruka let out an exasperated groan and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Shove it, Kakashi.”
“That would be the general idea, yes,” the Jounin replied, a lecherous grin lighting his exposed face.
Iruka’s eyes snapped up to glare across the table. With a screech, he pushed his chair back and stood up, stomping over to where Kakashi was sitting. The grin had dropped off the copy-nin’s face and he had barely had enough time to think, Oh shit, I’m gonna die, when Iruka was lunging at him.
The feel of Iruka shoving his tongue into Kakashi’s mouth was enough to make him realize he wasn’t dead yet, and his would-be murderer was currently straddling his lap and grinding their hips together. With a moan, Kakashi grabbed Iruka’s ass, stood up, and carried him into the bedroom, kicking it shut with the reverberating sound that only bedroom doors can make when there’s about to be loud, passionate sex executed behind them.
Five hours and several calls from the neighbors to keep the noise down (which were ignored) later, Kakashi sighed contentedly and snuggled his head into Iruka’s chest, nearly purring at the feel of graceful, tan fingers raking through his hair. Iruka tangled their legs together further and smiled at the ceiling, letting out his own heart-felt sigh.
“’Ruru…” Kakashi started, reaching up and digging his own fingers into Iruka’s hair.
“Mm?” The smile got a little bigger at the use of his pet name.
“Since your living room is a pond, and the only problem I have is a broken window which we should be able to get fixed by the end of the day, why don’t you come stay with me for a while?”
Iruka answered the only way anyone could after five hours of mind-blowing, bone-melting sex.
“’Kay.”
Kakashi hugged Iruka a little closer and buried his head in the Chunin’s chest to hide his lascivious smile. Poor guy won’t know what hit him, he mused.
He figured it’d be pretty easy to get Iruka to stay for good.
Chapter: 3- Togetherness
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kakairu
Summary: When it rains, it pours. And sometimes it just plain sucks. Slightly cracky.
Dawn. The sun came up reluctantly, peaking weakly through the clouds, illuminating muddy puddles, wind-blown bent trees, the occasional hole in roofs that, for once, hadn’t been caused by an over-enthusiastic Genin bounding just a little too harshly across the shingles. A gray sheen seemed to hang over everything. It was the type of day that even the sun decided was shit, and promptly hid itself behind some cumulus to wait it out. It made sure the cumulus was extra thick and sound-proof when it realized that Umino Iruka had just found a lazy, porn-loving Jounin lodged in his bushes.
Iruka grumbled, and with a kick, rerouted the gutters over his house to dump onto said porn-loving Jounin. Needless to say, when Kakashi realized that he was being drowned in his sleep, he woke up with a start to find a glowering Chunin standing over him. He did the first thing that seemed appropriate for the situation.
“Yo,” he said, untangling his right hand from the cloying branches and raising it in greeting.
“Kakashi,” Iruka growled out, and Kakashi wondered if the vein in his forehead would burst soon, “What the fuck are you doing in my hydrangea?”
It was at this point that Kakashi became aware of two things. A) Iruka looked reeaaallyy sexy in nothing but pajama pants with his hair all disheveled from sleeping (He could ignore the bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under them because that was just the swell type of guy Kakashi was), and B) Iruka had used an expletive when he wasn’t in a life-threatening situation or having sex with Kakashi, which meant that he was in a bad enough mood that if Kakashi wanted the problem of his morning wood rectified, he’d have to do some fast thinking.
“Hmmm…” Kakashi answered, trying to untangle himself a little more, “I was sleeping off an illicit amount of alcohol.” And happily, he had not much of a hangover to show for it. He freed himself and stood up, then added as an afterthought, “They’re comfortable bushes.”
Iruka had a frighteningly accurate ability of bullshit detecting, and when he was pissed off, this ability went into overdrive; meaning not only was he more accurate, but usually dismembered, maimed and/or otherwise destroyed any person(s) who were detected bullshitting. Kakashi figured it was best to tell the truth. He was right. Iruka sighed and deflated a little. But not much. The vein was still pulsing.
“I see,” he said, though they both knew that while he really didn’t understand at all, he really didn’t want to at this point. “Come inside. I was just making breakfast.”
Kakashi decided that this was definitely a turn in the right direction, and mentally told little Kakashi to hold out just a while longer. He followed Iruka around the house and in the front door, because even though it would have been easier to just hop in the bedroom window, he didn’t want to ruin his chances when he’d gotten this far. The first thing he noticed upon entering was the fact that the living room was a bit… wet.
“I wasn’t aware that you were converting your living room into a swimming pool,” he remarked conversationally. He watched as Iruka’s back tensed up. Damn. One step forward and two steps back.
“I’m not,” was the restrained reply. He could hear his lover’s teeth grinding. Cute.
Iruka busied himself with serving up two plates of food and pouring the tea. Kakashi busied himself with trying his damnedest to not jump the unsuspecting school teacher. Happily, (or unhappily, depending on how you look at it) they were both successful. Kakashi pulled his mask down and they ate in silence for a few moments before he stated,
“Apparently you had a shitty day. You look like hell.” Which, of course, Kakashi was capable of seeing but not really caring about. His ‘Ruru was adorable no matter what, at least in his sex-starved eyes. It was merely a statement of observation that comparing to most of the time, Iruka looked like hell. Which he did. The Chunin slammed his tea cup down on the table rather violently.
“I’m aware of that. I’m taking the day off.” Otherwise, I may strangle a somewhat innocent child, was left unsaid.
“Ah.”
“You obviously had a bad day yesterday too. I don’t often find you passed out in my bushes.”
“I try to keep the occurrence down to once or twice a month.”
“The bad day? Or sleeping in my bushes?”
Kakashi just gave him a pointed stare, then went back to finishing his food.
“So,” the Jounin started after a few more moments of silence (disturbed silence on Iruka’s part), “seeing as we’ve both had shitty days and you have the current day off, I figure there are a few things we could be doing in the foreseeable future that would brighten our moods.”
“Would any of these few things have something to do with southern areas of your anatomy?” Iruka asked carefully.
“Most of them,” Kakashi admitted with a shrug. Iruka let out an exasperated groan and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Shove it, Kakashi.”
“That would be the general idea, yes,” the Jounin replied, a lecherous grin lighting his exposed face.
Iruka’s eyes snapped up to glare across the table. With a screech, he pushed his chair back and stood up, stomping over to where Kakashi was sitting. The grin had dropped off the copy-nin’s face and he had barely had enough time to think, Oh shit, I’m gonna die, when Iruka was lunging at him.
The feel of Iruka shoving his tongue into Kakashi’s mouth was enough to make him realize he wasn’t dead yet, and his would-be murderer was currently straddling his lap and grinding their hips together. With a moan, Kakashi grabbed Iruka’s ass, stood up, and carried him into the bedroom, kicking it shut with the reverberating sound that only bedroom doors can make when there’s about to be loud, passionate sex executed behind them.
Five hours and several calls from the neighbors to keep the noise down (which were ignored) later, Kakashi sighed contentedly and snuggled his head into Iruka’s chest, nearly purring at the feel of graceful, tan fingers raking through his hair. Iruka tangled their legs together further and smiled at the ceiling, letting out his own heart-felt sigh.
“’Ruru…” Kakashi started, reaching up and digging his own fingers into Iruka’s hair.
“Mm?” The smile got a little bigger at the use of his pet name.
“Since your living room is a pond, and the only problem I have is a broken window which we should be able to get fixed by the end of the day, why don’t you come stay with me for a while?”
Iruka answered the only way anyone could after five hours of mind-blowing, bone-melting sex.
“’Kay.”
Kakashi hugged Iruka a little closer and buried his head in the Chunin’s chest to hide his lascivious smile. Poor guy won’t know what hit him, he mused.
He figured it’d be pretty easy to get Iruka to stay for good.