I Don't Think You Understand
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
1,370
Reviews:
264
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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As a reviewer said to me in her/his (still can't tell unless you say) review, "glad to see things are coming to a head..." Gah, puns! Maybe so, maybe no...
I do not own Naruto, and even if I did, I wouldn't give him my cranberry sauce...or maybe I would...
***||***
Iruka steadily watched Kakashi for a hint of a reaction. I can’t believe I’m doing this... “I really, really want to demonstrate, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to scare the pants off you.” Though it would have been a bonus for me if I had managed to get you out of your pants...
Kakashi looked almost as if he had just swallowed a live tuna. “Err...demonstrate?”
“Yes,” Iruka replied. Though I wonder if the daydream of him stabbing me full of metal won’t still come true if I attempt it. “I find you a very attractive man, and though I feel that our kisses have been enough for now, I can’t help but find myself wanting more...but I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
I hope this is a good thing, please don’t let me frighten him, Idon’twanthimtoleaveorbefraid...
“I do too.”
“Huh?” Those three words broke him out of his induced mental panic. “You do?”
Kakashi nodded, scratching under his chin. “I think that’s part of what’s been confusing me so much. I like kissing you...” He turned a charming shade of red around his eye. “And I like it when you touch me, but I don’t know what to expect out of all this. I don’t know!”
The masked man sighed, scratching at his mask again. “And I want to.”
That last statement came in a whisper, but it thrilled Iruka to the core. Can I jump him now?
He shook his head slightly. I can’t...
“I want to...” Kakashi said hesitantly, “but I don’t know how to go about it, or if we know each other well enough, or how to start...”
“You know what?” Iruka interrupted, smiling gently. “We don’t have to do anything right away. This is just meant to clear the air, right?” A particularly wide grin stretched across his face. “It’s good to know that you want me.”
Kakashi blushed even more. “Well...yeah,” he admitted.
They sat there for a little while in comfortable silence, feeling somewhat relieved that the other wasn’t becoming bored or disenchanted. Man, am I glad that’s out there...he won’t kill me if I try anything, I might actually get to try something...
Iruka almost missed it. Had he remained in his triumphantly lewd thoughts for a moment longer, he would have missed it, but some instinct made him look up.
Kakashi’s hands were at his cheeks, and his eye was lowered a little. The fingers were hooked into the cloth covering the skin under his eyes and below. The eye closed, and Iruka could see the jounin take a deep breath.
The fingers began tugging. Slowly and gently, the mask slid down over pale cheeks.
Iruka swallowed. Hard. Is it possible to die from a nasal hemorrhage?
There was something to be said for watching a person remove an article of clothing. If done properly, it could make even the most innocent of things seem like the most erotic thing in the universe.
If Kakashi ever took up work as a stripper in the red light district, he’d make a fortune...
The mask slid lower, tantalizingly lower. The tip of his nose was revealed, and a measly centimeter separated Iruka from the object of many of his fantasies. Dear gods, if I never ever touch or see another man again, please oh please oh PLEASE let me see those lips...
The dark blue eye closed for a moment, then continued pulling the mask down, down, down, past the objects of Iruka’s obsession, and over a firm chin and jaw.
Iruka couldn’t speak. He could only stare.
If I can die or not from a nasal hemorrhage, I can at least say I died happy...
***||***
It was a big deal to put yourself on the line. Telling somebody about your feelings was never easy because the words almost never came out the way you wanted them the first time, and there was no guarantee that the other person would take it in the way intended. It was safer to be a person whose actions demonstrated what you were thinking. In Kakashi’s mind, that was a much simpler and less frightening way of doing things.
All that being said, done, and lived by, Kakashi still didn’t feel like he could interpret his own actions, much less that of others.
I don’t know why I’m doing this...
Before he could even register it, his fingers were under the part of the mask covering his cheeks. Before he could think, the fingers were pulling it down, revealing what he’d hardly ever shown to anyone else before, hoping to all the gods in the world that Iruka would like what he saw.
It was done. He was exposed.
He waited silently, eye down, for some form of response, positive, negative, anything.
Minutes passed, and then a shush of air alerted him to a movement from the teacher. Iruka was in front of him, crouched down, staring at him from a very close distance, exhaling as Kakashi inhaled, sharing his air.
A tan brown hand reached across to gently cup one of his cheeks, thumb moving in a half-aware pattern that confused and soothed Kakashi at the same time. What is that expression? It’s like he doesn’t know whether to cuddle me, kiss me, or sing me a lullaby...
“Why would you hide this?” Iruka finally said, the vehemence in his voice almost startling Kakashi into reaching for a kunai.
Kakashi smiled nervously. “Because it drives people nuts?”
The chuunin glared at him mock-darkly. “Yeah, it does a great deal of that.” Leaning forward, he kissed Kakashi gently on the mouth, not attempting to deepen the kiss.
Not that I mind...this feels good enough as it is...
Separating from him, Iruka leaned his forehead against Kakashi’s and whispered, “thank you for trusting me this much.”
With no further ado, he was gone.
Kakashi sat there, exposed, thighs unconsciously spread apart, erection throbbing, staring blankly at the other end of his apartment, blue eye wide with confusion and desire.
I am not going to be getting much sleep tonight...
***||***
Dashing across the rooftops toward his own home, Iruka sighed and ruefully kept his hands away from his pelvis. Dammit. I am not destined to get any rest tonight. Good thing it’s a weekend...
***||***
Trust is a slippery thing. Depending on the action, it can appear, decrease, go away, or increase. Talking about your feelings and inner fears doesn't always help someone to trust you; sometimes it only arises as a gut instinct. Gut instincts can't always be trusted either, however. Considering that they both just admitted that they wanted more from the relationship, it was a huge act of trust on Kakashi's part to reveal his face, the part of him that few have seen, and I don't think Iruka could have pounced on him like he wanted without betraying that trust.
That's not to say it won't happen later, but there isn't a point in doing it now...except, perhaps, to irritate a certain reviewer who keeps asking me to put in the juicier bits already. Warning; I can be vindictive, but it surfaces in odd ways.
I too will be sad when this story ends, but the ride will have been awesome, I hope! Thank you all who have given me cookies and cranberry sauce. My belly thanks you with a deep rumble of contentment.
I do not own Naruto, and even if I did, I wouldn't give him my cranberry sauce...or maybe I would...
***||***
Iruka steadily watched Kakashi for a hint of a reaction. I can’t believe I’m doing this... “I really, really want to demonstrate, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to scare the pants off you.” Though it would have been a bonus for me if I had managed to get you out of your pants...
Kakashi looked almost as if he had just swallowed a live tuna. “Err...demonstrate?”
“Yes,” Iruka replied. Though I wonder if the daydream of him stabbing me full of metal won’t still come true if I attempt it. “I find you a very attractive man, and though I feel that our kisses have been enough for now, I can’t help but find myself wanting more...but I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
I hope this is a good thing, please don’t let me frighten him, Idon’twanthimtoleaveorbefraid...
“I do too.”
“Huh?” Those three words broke him out of his induced mental panic. “You do?”
Kakashi nodded, scratching under his chin. “I think that’s part of what’s been confusing me so much. I like kissing you...” He turned a charming shade of red around his eye. “And I like it when you touch me, but I don’t know what to expect out of all this. I don’t know!”
The masked man sighed, scratching at his mask again. “And I want to.”
That last statement came in a whisper, but it thrilled Iruka to the core. Can I jump him now?
He shook his head slightly. I can’t...
“I want to...” Kakashi said hesitantly, “but I don’t know how to go about it, or if we know each other well enough, or how to start...”
“You know what?” Iruka interrupted, smiling gently. “We don’t have to do anything right away. This is just meant to clear the air, right?” A particularly wide grin stretched across his face. “It’s good to know that you want me.”
Kakashi blushed even more. “Well...yeah,” he admitted.
They sat there for a little while in comfortable silence, feeling somewhat relieved that the other wasn’t becoming bored or disenchanted. Man, am I glad that’s out there...he won’t kill me if I try anything, I might actually get to try something...
Iruka almost missed it. Had he remained in his triumphantly lewd thoughts for a moment longer, he would have missed it, but some instinct made him look up.
Kakashi’s hands were at his cheeks, and his eye was lowered a little. The fingers were hooked into the cloth covering the skin under his eyes and below. The eye closed, and Iruka could see the jounin take a deep breath.
The fingers began tugging. Slowly and gently, the mask slid down over pale cheeks.
Iruka swallowed. Hard. Is it possible to die from a nasal hemorrhage?
There was something to be said for watching a person remove an article of clothing. If done properly, it could make even the most innocent of things seem like the most erotic thing in the universe.
If Kakashi ever took up work as a stripper in the red light district, he’d make a fortune...
The mask slid lower, tantalizingly lower. The tip of his nose was revealed, and a measly centimeter separated Iruka from the object of many of his fantasies. Dear gods, if I never ever touch or see another man again, please oh please oh PLEASE let me see those lips...
The dark blue eye closed for a moment, then continued pulling the mask down, down, down, past the objects of Iruka’s obsession, and over a firm chin and jaw.
Iruka couldn’t speak. He could only stare.
If I can die or not from a nasal hemorrhage, I can at least say I died happy...
***||***
It was a big deal to put yourself on the line. Telling somebody about your feelings was never easy because the words almost never came out the way you wanted them the first time, and there was no guarantee that the other person would take it in the way intended. It was safer to be a person whose actions demonstrated what you were thinking. In Kakashi’s mind, that was a much simpler and less frightening way of doing things.
All that being said, done, and lived by, Kakashi still didn’t feel like he could interpret his own actions, much less that of others.
I don’t know why I’m doing this...
Before he could even register it, his fingers were under the part of the mask covering his cheeks. Before he could think, the fingers were pulling it down, revealing what he’d hardly ever shown to anyone else before, hoping to all the gods in the world that Iruka would like what he saw.
It was done. He was exposed.
He waited silently, eye down, for some form of response, positive, negative, anything.
Minutes passed, and then a shush of air alerted him to a movement from the teacher. Iruka was in front of him, crouched down, staring at him from a very close distance, exhaling as Kakashi inhaled, sharing his air.
A tan brown hand reached across to gently cup one of his cheeks, thumb moving in a half-aware pattern that confused and soothed Kakashi at the same time. What is that expression? It’s like he doesn’t know whether to cuddle me, kiss me, or sing me a lullaby...
“Why would you hide this?” Iruka finally said, the vehemence in his voice almost startling Kakashi into reaching for a kunai.
Kakashi smiled nervously. “Because it drives people nuts?”
The chuunin glared at him mock-darkly. “Yeah, it does a great deal of that.” Leaning forward, he kissed Kakashi gently on the mouth, not attempting to deepen the kiss.
Not that I mind...this feels good enough as it is...
Separating from him, Iruka leaned his forehead against Kakashi’s and whispered, “thank you for trusting me this much.”
With no further ado, he was gone.
Kakashi sat there, exposed, thighs unconsciously spread apart, erection throbbing, staring blankly at the other end of his apartment, blue eye wide with confusion and desire.
I am not going to be getting much sleep tonight...
***||***
Dashing across the rooftops toward his own home, Iruka sighed and ruefully kept his hands away from his pelvis. Dammit. I am not destined to get any rest tonight. Good thing it’s a weekend...
***||***
Trust is a slippery thing. Depending on the action, it can appear, decrease, go away, or increase. Talking about your feelings and inner fears doesn't always help someone to trust you; sometimes it only arises as a gut instinct. Gut instincts can't always be trusted either, however. Considering that they both just admitted that they wanted more from the relationship, it was a huge act of trust on Kakashi's part to reveal his face, the part of him that few have seen, and I don't think Iruka could have pounced on him like he wanted without betraying that trust.
That's not to say it won't happen later, but there isn't a point in doing it now...except, perhaps, to irritate a certain reviewer who keeps asking me to put in the juicier bits already. Warning; I can be vindictive, but it surfaces in odd ways.
I too will be sad when this story ends, but the ride will have been awesome, I hope! Thank you all who have given me cookies and cranberry sauce. My belly thanks you with a deep rumble of contentment.