[FIC] Rain
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Iruka watches the rain pour in sheets down his windows. “Think it’ll stop soon?”
“No.” Kakashi turns another page.
Iruka shifts his gaze, watches Kakashi read for several expectant minutes.
“Bored?” He doesn’t look up as he asks.
“A little,” Iruka admits, smiling.
Kakashi snaps his book closed, slides forward in a long flow of limbs and pulls Iruka into bed. “It would save time if you’d just say what you want.”
Iruka laughs and sneaks his fingers past the waistband of Kakashi’s pants. “And deprive you of the joy of convincing me? That’s your favorite part.”
Kakashi grins. “Brat.”
*
The rain continues.
Iruka sits on the floor, grading. “Stop.”
On the couch behind him, a bored Kakashi stops braiding Iruka’s hair. “Pigtails,” he announces.
Iruka pretends to consider. “I still won’t be as pretty as you.”
“Bite me.”
Snickering, he twists around and kneels between Kakashi’s spread legs. “That’ll hurt.”
Kakashi sighs, put-upon. “What did I tell you about using teeth?”
Iruka runs his knuckles up Kakashi’s fly. Drags it down slow because Kakashi likes to watch and smiles. “That you like it.”
Leaning back, Kakashi smirks. “Pigtails could’ve doubled as handlebars.”
In retaliation, Iruka doesn’t use his teeth.
*
“It’s hailing.”
Iruka groans and digs his heels into Kakashi’s back. “Pay attention please.”
“Whoops, sorry,” he says, continuing in an excruciatingly slow rhythm.
Iruka arches, frustrated. “Move.”
“I am,” Kakashi teases.
“Glaciers move-”
“Tell me what you want.”
Mock scowling, Iruka accuses, “You mean beg,” and, mouth at Kakashi’s ear, moans everything he wants Kakashi to do to him. It should be embarrassing but Kakashi’s grinning, Iruka’s laughing, and it’s not. It’s just them. Having fun.
As the pace turns ragged and the pleasure crests, Iruka thinks nothing could ruin this moment.
“Love you,” Kakashi gasps.
Iruka stops smiling.
*
For the first time, Kakashi wishes the rain would stop.
“I didn’t mean it.”
Iruka looks up. “Heat of the moment?”
“Temporary insanity.”
It’s not his best lie as Iruka’s grimace proves. Lightning and gales be damned; Kakashi’s leaving before he says anything stupider.
The mattress creaks as Iruka shifts closer. “You’ve got awful timing,” he sighs, lacing his fingers with Kakashi’s. “Warn a guy next time, okay?”
Kakashi slowly relaxes. “Sure. We’ll make a code.”
Iruka chuckles. “Like every time I call you a pervert it really means I love-” He flushes.
Kakashi stares. “I knew it,” he crows.
-End
Man, drabbles are way freakin' harder than I thought.
Iruka watches the rain pour in sheets down his windows. “Think it’ll stop soon?”
“No.” Kakashi turns another page.
Iruka shifts his gaze, watches Kakashi read for several expectant minutes.
“Bored?” He doesn’t look up as he asks.
“A little,” Iruka admits, smiling.
Kakashi snaps his book closed, slides forward in a long flow of limbs and pulls Iruka into bed. “It would save time if you’d just say what you want.”
Iruka laughs and sneaks his fingers past the waistband of Kakashi’s pants. “And deprive you of the joy of convincing me? That’s your favorite part.”
Kakashi grins. “Brat.”
*
The rain continues.
Iruka sits on the floor, grading. “Stop.”
On the couch behind him, a bored Kakashi stops braiding Iruka’s hair. “Pigtails,” he announces.
Iruka pretends to consider. “I still won’t be as pretty as you.”
“Bite me.”
Snickering, he twists around and kneels between Kakashi’s spread legs. “That’ll hurt.”
Kakashi sighs, put-upon. “What did I tell you about using teeth?”
Iruka runs his knuckles up Kakashi’s fly. Drags it down slow because Kakashi likes to watch and smiles. “That you like it.”
Leaning back, Kakashi smirks. “Pigtails could’ve doubled as handlebars.”
In retaliation, Iruka doesn’t use his teeth.
*
“It’s hailing.”
Iruka groans and digs his heels into Kakashi’s back. “Pay attention please.”
“Whoops, sorry,” he says, continuing in an excruciatingly slow rhythm.
Iruka arches, frustrated. “Move.”
“I am,” Kakashi teases.
“Glaciers move-”
“Tell me what you want.”
Mock scowling, Iruka accuses, “You mean beg,” and, mouth at Kakashi’s ear, moans everything he wants Kakashi to do to him. It should be embarrassing but Kakashi’s grinning, Iruka’s laughing, and it’s not. It’s just them. Having fun.
As the pace turns ragged and the pleasure crests, Iruka thinks nothing could ruin this moment.
“Love you,” Kakashi gasps.
Iruka stops smiling.
*
For the first time, Kakashi wishes the rain would stop.
“I didn’t mean it.”
Iruka looks up. “Heat of the moment?”
“Temporary insanity.”
It’s not his best lie as Iruka’s grimace proves. Lightning and gales be damned; Kakashi’s leaving before he says anything stupider.
The mattress creaks as Iruka shifts closer. “You’ve got awful timing,” he sighs, lacing his fingers with Kakashi’s. “Warn a guy next time, okay?”
Kakashi slowly relaxes. “Sure. We’ll make a code.”
Iruka chuckles. “Like every time I call you a pervert it really means I love-” He flushes.
Kakashi stares. “I knew it,” he crows.
-End
Man, drabbles are way freakin' harder than I thought.