FIC: untitled hockey ficlet

Jun 08, 2007 10:36

Title: huh? you mean these little things need a title?
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kakashi, Iruka, Raido, Aoba
Rating: PG-13 for kissing, drinking, innuendo, and off-camera smexing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.

Summary: Iruka is a hockey fan. Kakashi tries to be.

A/N: Inspired by the conversation and pic at reggie's DA account called KXI: Ducks Rock.

I said: "personally, i think iruka is the hockey fan. kakashi just goes along with it because he likes what the surge of testoterone does for their relationship *wicked grin*".

She said: "I totally agree with that, and I hoped to give the picture that kind of feel. Did it work?"

So I had to post this little thing because, yeah it worked. Enjoy!
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Kakashi leaned against Iruka's knee, trying not to yawn. He didn't get the game at all, couldn't keep the rules straight, and honestly, what was the point? Chasing a piece of something across an icy field? Just toss a kunai at it - it would stop. But Iruka enjoyed watching the tapes with Raido and Aoba, drinking beer and screaming profanities at the small television screen.

His head bounced painfully when Iruka lept to his feet, AGAIN, both hands in the air. He could hear the tinny voice of the announcer yelling, barely audible over the shouts of the men in the room. "The Ducks win the Cup! The Ducks win the cup!" Hands slapping each other, clinking beer bottles. Kakashi bit back a sigh. How long would the post-game gripefest last this time?

An hour later, Iruka opened the door to his apartment and stepped aside to let Kakashi enter first. Kakashi felt his skin prickle as he bent to remove his shoes, standing quickly to find its source. Only his quick reflexes kept him from killing Iruka reflexively when the man pressed his lips against Kakashi's suddenly bare face, pushing them both back into the wall. Iruka devoured Kakashi's mouth with delicious precision, growls of pleasure coming from somewhere deep inside his throat. Kakashi gasped, wrapping slightly trembling arms around Iruka's shoulders as Iruka's hands reached lower, hoisting Kakashi higher against the wall. Kakashi closed his eyes and relaxed. Maybe this hockey thing wasn't so bad after all.

Later that evening, as they lay sprawled on Iruka's bed, clothes and sheets littering the room, Kakashi hummed in satisfaction. "Iruka-sensei," he whispered. "How much longer until the next game?" Iruka shifted in his sleep, mumbling something about icing. Kakashi grinned and snuggled closer. Icing, huh? He knew quite a few interesting things one could do with icing. This hockey thing was turning out better and better.

[END]

ps - I suck at short, but I think I'm going to work on it. Because I think I could get the point across in 2 paragraphs instead of 4. If I fail, I will... do nothing, because tch, that whole 'challenge' thing, not my scene.

ps2- sorry, drelfina, it's seme-iruka AGAIN. but i happen to agree with frackin-sweet on this one - kakashi doesn't get topped nearly enough, and obviously, he's getting a little tired of being the one doing all the work *grin*.

kakairu, naruto, kakashi, fanfic, iruka, crack

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