Fic : A Little Less Conversation...
Title: A Little Less Conversation (A Little More Action, Please)
Author: waltzingstar
Rating: R
Word Count: 425 +/-
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakairu
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, I just like to play with them. No money is being made from this, but if you'd like to buy me a cupcake because I'm pretty, I'm down with that.
A/N: Drabble written for the KakaIru Fest's Genin Exam. The prompt I used was "chūnin," though I suppose "jōnin" can apply if you squint just right. Title shamelessly stolen from the Elvis Presley song of the same name. Unbeta'd.
They were drunk.
Well, Kakashi was definitely buzzed in any case. And judging by the way Iruka leaned into him - his face just a little too flushed and his words just a little too slurred - Kakashi felt fairly confident that the sensei was more sloshed than he cared to admit.
“Bo-ring,” Iruka sing songed, Kakashi coughing a laugh. “Kakashi-sensei, I’m not one for words. Perhaps you,” and here he pressed his pointer finger into the jōnin’s chest, “like lots of talking, but I prefer action.”
When the conversation had veered into such salacious territory, Kakashi had no idea, but fuck if he was going to question it. Instead, he raised his glass in salute to whatever god of sex deprived shinobi had smiled down on him and drained his glass.
Then, he turned to Iruka. “Action?”
“Are you a screamer, Kakashi-san?” Iruka asked suddenly, his eyes so bright and brimming with mischief that Kakashi wanted to have him right then and there. Instead, he leaned in, pretending as though he had to strain to hear over the din of the crowded bar. Iruka waved him off, giddy with excitement. “Wait, no, don’t tell me! I’ll bet you watch pornography for women! Like, the ones where the girl cries after they fuck and the man is all ‘I love you, my darling!’ Don’t look at me like that, I’ve read a few of your precious Icha Icha and those are just about as sappy as you can get.”
“And I suppose, Iruka-sensei, that you prefer something other than tears and declarations?”
“But of course, Kakashi-san.”
“Alright, let’s have it, then,” Kakashi said, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. It took all of two seconds for the jōnin to realize he was in big, big trouble.
The way Iruka tilted his head back, groaning like he was going to come all over the barstool was so utterly ridiculous and yet somehow incredibly sexy. Probably because it really wasn’t much of an effort for Kakashi to picture Iruka moving on top of him, those same noises filling what little space lay between them. Oh, yes, Kakashi was in trouble.
He tried to respond, but his mouth just hung open while his mask slid slowly down his flushed cheeks. Iruka just looked smug, damn him.
“I-Iruka...s-sensei,” Kakashi choked out, eyes glued to the tanned hand that slid up his thigh.
“I think,” the sensei purred, his fingers skirting over all the right places, “that I’m through talking now.”
Author: waltzingstar
Rating: R
Word Count: 425 +/-
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakairu
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, I just like to play with them. No money is being made from this, but if you'd like to buy me a cupcake because I'm pretty, I'm down with that.
A/N: Drabble written for the KakaIru Fest's Genin Exam. The prompt I used was "chūnin," though I suppose "jōnin" can apply if you squint just right. Title shamelessly stolen from the Elvis Presley song of the same name. Unbeta'd.
They were drunk.
Well, Kakashi was definitely buzzed in any case. And judging by the way Iruka leaned into him - his face just a little too flushed and his words just a little too slurred - Kakashi felt fairly confident that the sensei was more sloshed than he cared to admit.
“Bo-ring,” Iruka sing songed, Kakashi coughing a laugh. “Kakashi-sensei, I’m not one for words. Perhaps you,” and here he pressed his pointer finger into the jōnin’s chest, “like lots of talking, but I prefer action.”
When the conversation had veered into such salacious territory, Kakashi had no idea, but fuck if he was going to question it. Instead, he raised his glass in salute to whatever god of sex deprived shinobi had smiled down on him and drained his glass.
Then, he turned to Iruka. “Action?”
“Are you a screamer, Kakashi-san?” Iruka asked suddenly, his eyes so bright and brimming with mischief that Kakashi wanted to have him right then and there. Instead, he leaned in, pretending as though he had to strain to hear over the din of the crowded bar. Iruka waved him off, giddy with excitement. “Wait, no, don’t tell me! I’ll bet you watch pornography for women! Like, the ones where the girl cries after they fuck and the man is all ‘I love you, my darling!’ Don’t look at me like that, I’ve read a few of your precious Icha Icha and those are just about as sappy as you can get.”
“And I suppose, Iruka-sensei, that you prefer something other than tears and declarations?”
“But of course, Kakashi-san.”
“Alright, let’s have it, then,” Kakashi said, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. It took all of two seconds for the jōnin to realize he was in big, big trouble.
The way Iruka tilted his head back, groaning like he was going to come all over the barstool was so utterly ridiculous and yet somehow incredibly sexy. Probably because it really wasn’t much of an effort for Kakashi to picture Iruka moving on top of him, those same noises filling what little space lay between them. Oh, yes, Kakashi was in trouble.
He tried to respond, but his mouth just hung open while his mask slid slowly down his flushed cheeks. Iruka just looked smug, damn him.
“I-Iruka...s-sensei,” Kakashi choked out, eyes glued to the tanned hand that slid up his thigh.
“I think,” the sensei purred, his fingers skirting over all the right places, “that I’m through talking now.”