Well, Iruka thought as he walked just enough behind Kakashi to sneak occasional glances at the jounin’s ass while simultaneously preventing his companion from doing the same to him, one question answered. He couldn’t yet check off the “figure out what you think about Kakashi-sensei” on his mental checklist, but Iruka could do the “are you attracted to Kakashi-sensei” below it.
Because Kakashi was bloody hot.
Iruka probably should have noticed it sooner, but unlike some people he could name but won’t because he is far too polite for that he didn’t go around thinking of everyone he met as potential sexual partners. Still, opening the door to a Kakashi dressed in civilian clothes for a change… one he was about to go on a date with… had made him suddenly very aware of the jounin-sensei’s appearance.
And, well, Kakashi had been wearing a dark turtleneck over faded jeans… and the turtleneck moved gently over muscles shaped by decades of training in much the same way Kakashi’s ever-present mask hugged his face… and Iruka realized he’d very much like to see what was under both of them, because if he were to guess… and as a ninja and a teacher, Iruka was trained to see underneath the underneath… there was some NICE stuff hidden under there.
And the jounin wasn’t wearing his hitae-ate, but instead had on a black eyepatch. The lack of hitae-ate indicated both of them were off-duty this evening, and while it didn’t exactly make Kakashi inconspicuous, it did mean he looked as inconspicuous as a tall, lean man with a shock of silver hair, a mask over the lower half of his face, and an eyepatch could hope to look.
…which wasn’t very, but Iruka appreciated the thought.
Ah, hell, this was a hidden village, a village chock-full of ninja, a place where facial scarring was practically a fashion statement. Thus, they received no extraordinary amounts of attention as they made their way slowly to a small restaurant on the southeastern side of the village. Very slowly. On a circuitous and winding route that for some reason seemed to take them past every reflective surface in the village.
In fact, at one point Iruka was almost positive they’d gone past the same storefront twice.
Thank goodness, he thought, when they finally did get to the restaurant. With all the effort he’d had to expend making it seem as though he wasn’t expending any effort, he was starving.
But now he really regretted his past actions. At least, whatever actions had karmically backlashed to condemn him to the hell he was currently enduring.
…and did Iruka have to roll the wooden skewer around in his mouth like that after he’d eaten the chicken satay?
It was frustrating enough to realise he still hadn’t managed a good leer at Iruka’s denim-clad ass.
…now Iruka was pulling it out of his mouth slowly, his lips slightly pursed and his eyes closed contentedly…
…couldn’t he just eat the damn thing? Please?
By the main course, Kakashi had decided it was safer to close his eyes while Iruka ate. Which would have worked, if Iruka didn’t have this habit of making appreciative little murmurs and purrs after each bite of the pineapple curry.
To be fair, it was a very good curry. Sadly for the curry, though, Kakashi’s attention was focused less on how good the food was and more on how if he hadn’t just washed the jeans, they might have stretched a little bit more.
Stupid tight jeans.
Iruka seemed determined to do the meal justice, though. The man seemed determined… really, really determined…oh god, he just moaned, he actually moaned… to savour every bite. He was either really fond of this style of food, or he was the biggest tease Kakashi had ever had the misfortune of meeting.
…or both, at which point Kakashi’s ever helpful subconscious supplied a mental image of Iruka licking mango ice cream off of him with that same look of utter absorption…
The thing of it was… Kakashi shifted slightly in his seat in a vain attempt to get more comfortable… he honestly couldn’t tell. Iruka had agreed to go out a date with him… that was good… but he’d been sort of badgered into it… which was bad… but he was having a good time, which was good… but that didn’t necessarily mean he liked Kakashi too, which was bad…
Killing people was a lot more straightforward than actually dealing with them.
Not that he wanted to kill Iruka, of course. Because while he did want to get his hands on Iruka, it wasn't to hurt him... well, only a little, and only if he asked...
Dammit, who would have thought that there'd be a downside to constantly reading porn.
Kakashi was almost thankful it was over by the time they made their way back to Iruka’s place. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed the date… he fully expected to spend a lot of quality time remembering certain parts of it in detail… but right now he was in serious need of some alone time. During which he had every intention of remembering parts of the date in detail. Especially the noises.
Iruka was SO getting ravished if they made it to the third date. And the second date would probably involve a movie or something. That should be safer, right? Or maybe a walk…
They stopped in front of Iruka’s door, the situation suddenly awkward.
“I had fun tonight.” Iruka said, sounding almost shy.
Yes, you certainly seemed to, Kakashi thought. Though I wish I’d been the reason you were moaning. “Ah…. Yeah, me too.”
Iruka smiled then, and while it wasn’t a ‘I’ve just been ravished’ or ‘please ravish me’ or ‘heads up, I’m about to ravish you’ smile, or in fact anything other than an ordinary ‘I’m happy’ sort of smile, it still made Kakashi’s heart do something as entirely silly and cliché’d as missing a beat.
“Do I get a goodnight kiss?”
“If you close your eyes.” Kakashi didn’t take off his mask until at least the second or third date. After all, he didn’t want anyone thinking he was easy.
And so Iruka closed his eyes, and Kakashi, after a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down his mask, leaned forward…
…I’m about to kiss Iruka, I get to kiss Iruka…
…and with restraint that only a lifetime as a shinobi could have instilled, very carefully and gently kissed Iruka on the lips with absolutely no tongue involved.
Iruka tasted like mango.
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