Almost Sucks
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Adult +
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77
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Stupid teenagers
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first version: June 25th 2007, Monday
second version: December 12th 2008, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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58: Stupid teenagers
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Some minutes after midnight, very early Monday morning, the car pulled to a stop in front of Iruka’s house. Kakashi turned off the engine and just sat there for a while. The neighborhood was quiet. The lamp above the table in the kitchen was turned on, but the rest of the rooms in the house were dark. Just seeing it made Kakashi smile. It was still there.
He had joked as they drove back that maybe the houses wouldn’t be there when they came home. Iruka had said that if Sasuke and Naruto had managed to erase two houses in three days, they should be up for some kind of award.
When the mess that had been Friday evening had passed (some moments after Iruka decided to turn the ‘we’ve both got issues’ comfort cuddling into foreplay), the cruise had been really nice. They had spent most of Saturday in bed and one half of Sunday playing darts and a very small version of mini golf in the games room and the other half in the pool. Most of their meals had either been eaten in their room or very late in the evening when all the little monsters had gone to bed. Iruka had insisted.
Kakashi lifted his hand and dragged the back of it softly against the cheek of the man sleeping in the seat next to him. Iruka moaned and shifted; he drew a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open.
“Are we home?” the man said, in the middle of a half-yawn. He didn’t seem entirely awake.
“Yes. Good morning, beautiful,” Kakashi smiled and leaned over to kiss Iruka’s lips. The man was surprised for a moment, sort of, but then he woke up a little more and kissed back. When their mouths became separate beings again, they were both smiling. Their bodies had moved even closer and their hands had found nice resting places on hips and arms and neck.
“Can’t we take tomorrow off?” Iruka whispered through his smile.
“Sure we can,” Kakashi replied through his.
It made Iruka snort and push him away playfully.
“You’re not supposed to say that,” he faked his serious teacher voice. “You’re supposed to say ‘no, definitely not. You’re going to work tomorrow whether you want to or not.’”
“Oh?” Kakashi frowned and played along. “Well, in that case... No, you’re definitely not taking tomorrow off, my naughty little school teacher. You’re going to work whether you want to or not. Or I’ll punish you.”
Iruka laughed and slapped Kakashi’s shoulder.
“I didn’t say all that!”
“That’s absolutely right,” Kakashi said. “I was the one who said that. Good to know all this vacationing hasn’t ruined you.”
Iruka snorted again, amusedly, and freed himself from the seat belt. He collected the trash that had gathered in the car during the trip before opening the door and getting out, while Kakashi collected car keys and the many small, half-full bags of candy that always seemed show up during trips like this one.
The sound of the car doors shutting echoed in the empty and otherwise silent street. The bags that belonged to Iruka’s house were taken from the trunk.
“We’re home!” Kakashi shouted when he got inside the door. “You’re out of time, horny teenagers! Restrain your lustful urges!”
Then he chuckled and dodged Iruka’s kick. He’d planned to do that ever since they left the house, almost three days ago now.
After the shout, the inside of the house was as midnight quiet as the street had been, not counting their rustling with bags and shoes and car keys in the hall. No angry teenagers coming down the stair, throwing glares like they were daggers and snarling words like ‘you should have stayed away!’
Oh, well. Maybe they were sleeping or busy in the other house.
Kakashi believed that sex was a part of growing up, a good part. It was a way of getting to know yourself. Whether you did it with someone you had just met at a party or with someone you’d dated for a year, you learned more about who you were.
Sasuke had never seemed to Kakashi to be the kind of person that wanted to save himself for the sake of marriage or true love or anything like that, but he was a private person. When it mattered, Sasuke preferred to stay behind a closed door. Kakashi supposed that was the reason the boy had never gone further than making out with ‘for an hour or two’ boyfriends he’d met at those parties. He didn’t want to share himself to that extent.
But this that Sasuke had with Naruto was different. Not at all like what he had had with those ‘for an hour or two’ boyfriends. Sasuke was serious with this; for some reason, even though he might not really see it himself, he was serious. And because he was a normal teenage boy when it came to things like hormones, the chances that he would let this serious boyfriend stay with him behind that closed door were high.
And despite what Iruka said about them being too young, it was a good thing. It was a good idea and even better, a good choice of partner. Naruto was caring, good-hearted, stubborn and just the right amount of perverted. It was like the boy brought balance to all those little traits that Sasuke had that often made things difficult for him.
It didn’t have anything to do with Kakashi wanting Sasuke to grow up.
“Shikamaru,” Iruka said from the kitchen and drew Kakashi’s awareness to him. Kakashi took two steps back to the kitchen entrance and found his boyfriend standing by the table. His face and the rest of his front were illuminated by the lamp that one of the teenagers must have been good and left on. He held a note in one of his hands.
“Hm?” Kakashi showed his attention. Iruka looked up, his face kind of... blank, in a scary way. The house got considerably colder all of a sudden. All thoughts of sexual debuts and a growing up Sasuke were thrown out the window.
“Isn’t that the boy you said was friends with Sasuke? The one who lives in the city.”
“Um... Yes.”
In normal cases Kakashi would have said ‘Um... Yes. That’s one Shikamaru. There are probably others as well, but that is one of them.’ But the house was too cold for that and Kakashi valued his life. He wanted to see that Sunday with a family breakfast in the future.
Iruka made a sniffling sound. Not a sad sniffling sound; a determined sniffling sound that if it were to be translated into words would say ‘okay. If that’s how you wanna play.’
“You didn’t authorize any sleepover without telling me, did you?
“Ah. No, I didn’t.”
“I didn’t think so,” Iruka said and put the note on the table. “I need to use the bathroom. When I get back, could you please have the car ready? We’re going to go pick up our sons. You know where this Shikamaru lives, right?”
Kakashi swallowed.
“Okay. And yes.”
A sleepover at Shikamaru’s house? Stupid teenagers. Three days of home alone time to explore their sexuality wasn’t exciting enough?
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?” Kakashi swished around, his hand stopped in the air just above the door handle.
“I’ll drive.”
Kakashi found it difficult to move for a moment.
‘They will be grounded for life. I will ground them for life; for endangering the life of a parent. And I’m the good parent! You don’t endanger the life of the good parent. You don’t endanger the life of the bad parent either, not if you value your own, but I gave them a weekend of privacy! Have they no sense of gratitude?’
“They have school tomorrow,” Iruka hissed to himself before the door to the bathroom slammed shut and the way the photos on the walls rattled reminded Kakashi of Sasuke. It also pushed him into movement.
But when they were on the road, flying a short distance above the asphalt (or so it felt like. Fortunately it was late (or early) enough that they were the only ones out driving), Kakashi found that he was grateful for the speed, for his boyfriend’s quick decision to go after the children and his friendliness with the gas.
There was something more to that note than what the note said. It felt fake. Made up. It made Kakashi’s stomach grow cold and knotted and made him want Iruka to drive faster. If it had been half a year earlier and just Sasuke, Kakashi would have sighed and shrugged. Then he would have watched TV and worried until the boy came home. Not that Sasuke would have written a note.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first version: June 25th 2007, Monday
second version: December 12th 2008, Friday
.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
.
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58: Stupid teenagers
.
.
Some minutes after midnight, very early Monday morning, the car pulled to a stop in front of Iruka’s house. Kakashi turned off the engine and just sat there for a while. The neighborhood was quiet. The lamp above the table in the kitchen was turned on, but the rest of the rooms in the house were dark. Just seeing it made Kakashi smile. It was still there.
He had joked as they drove back that maybe the houses wouldn’t be there when they came home. Iruka had said that if Sasuke and Naruto had managed to erase two houses in three days, they should be up for some kind of award.
When the mess that had been Friday evening had passed (some moments after Iruka decided to turn the ‘we’ve both got issues’ comfort cuddling into foreplay), the cruise had been really nice. They had spent most of Saturday in bed and one half of Sunday playing darts and a very small version of mini golf in the games room and the other half in the pool. Most of their meals had either been eaten in their room or very late in the evening when all the little monsters had gone to bed. Iruka had insisted.
Kakashi lifted his hand and dragged the back of it softly against the cheek of the man sleeping in the seat next to him. Iruka moaned and shifted; he drew a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open.
“Are we home?” the man said, in the middle of a half-yawn. He didn’t seem entirely awake.
“Yes. Good morning, beautiful,” Kakashi smiled and leaned over to kiss Iruka’s lips. The man was surprised for a moment, sort of, but then he woke up a little more and kissed back. When their mouths became separate beings again, they were both smiling. Their bodies had moved even closer and their hands had found nice resting places on hips and arms and neck.
“Can’t we take tomorrow off?” Iruka whispered through his smile.
“Sure we can,” Kakashi replied through his.
It made Iruka snort and push him away playfully.
“You’re not supposed to say that,” he faked his serious teacher voice. “You’re supposed to say ‘no, definitely not. You’re going to work tomorrow whether you want to or not.’”
“Oh?” Kakashi frowned and played along. “Well, in that case... No, you’re definitely not taking tomorrow off, my naughty little school teacher. You’re going to work whether you want to or not. Or I’ll punish you.”
Iruka laughed and slapped Kakashi’s shoulder.
“I didn’t say all that!”
“That’s absolutely right,” Kakashi said. “I was the one who said that. Good to know all this vacationing hasn’t ruined you.”
Iruka snorted again, amusedly, and freed himself from the seat belt. He collected the trash that had gathered in the car during the trip before opening the door and getting out, while Kakashi collected car keys and the many small, half-full bags of candy that always seemed show up during trips like this one.
The sound of the car doors shutting echoed in the empty and otherwise silent street. The bags that belonged to Iruka’s house were taken from the trunk.
“We’re home!” Kakashi shouted when he got inside the door. “You’re out of time, horny teenagers! Restrain your lustful urges!”
Then he chuckled and dodged Iruka’s kick. He’d planned to do that ever since they left the house, almost three days ago now.
After the shout, the inside of the house was as midnight quiet as the street had been, not counting their rustling with bags and shoes and car keys in the hall. No angry teenagers coming down the stair, throwing glares like they were daggers and snarling words like ‘you should have stayed away!’
Oh, well. Maybe they were sleeping or busy in the other house.
Kakashi believed that sex was a part of growing up, a good part. It was a way of getting to know yourself. Whether you did it with someone you had just met at a party or with someone you’d dated for a year, you learned more about who you were.
Sasuke had never seemed to Kakashi to be the kind of person that wanted to save himself for the sake of marriage or true love or anything like that, but he was a private person. When it mattered, Sasuke preferred to stay behind a closed door. Kakashi supposed that was the reason the boy had never gone further than making out with ‘for an hour or two’ boyfriends he’d met at those parties. He didn’t want to share himself to that extent.
But this that Sasuke had with Naruto was different. Not at all like what he had had with those ‘for an hour or two’ boyfriends. Sasuke was serious with this; for some reason, even though he might not really see it himself, he was serious. And because he was a normal teenage boy when it came to things like hormones, the chances that he would let this serious boyfriend stay with him behind that closed door were high.
And despite what Iruka said about them being too young, it was a good thing. It was a good idea and even better, a good choice of partner. Naruto was caring, good-hearted, stubborn and just the right amount of perverted. It was like the boy brought balance to all those little traits that Sasuke had that often made things difficult for him.
It didn’t have anything to do with Kakashi wanting Sasuke to grow up.
“Shikamaru,” Iruka said from the kitchen and drew Kakashi’s awareness to him. Kakashi took two steps back to the kitchen entrance and found his boyfriend standing by the table. His face and the rest of his front were illuminated by the lamp that one of the teenagers must have been good and left on. He held a note in one of his hands.
“Hm?” Kakashi showed his attention. Iruka looked up, his face kind of... blank, in a scary way. The house got considerably colder all of a sudden. All thoughts of sexual debuts and a growing up Sasuke were thrown out the window.
“Isn’t that the boy you said was friends with Sasuke? The one who lives in the city.”
“Um... Yes.”
In normal cases Kakashi would have said ‘Um... Yes. That’s one Shikamaru. There are probably others as well, but that is one of them.’ But the house was too cold for that and Kakashi valued his life. He wanted to see that Sunday with a family breakfast in the future.
Iruka made a sniffling sound. Not a sad sniffling sound; a determined sniffling sound that if it were to be translated into words would say ‘okay. If that’s how you wanna play.’
“You didn’t authorize any sleepover without telling me, did you?
“Ah. No, I didn’t.”
“I didn’t think so,” Iruka said and put the note on the table. “I need to use the bathroom. When I get back, could you please have the car ready? We’re going to go pick up our sons. You know where this Shikamaru lives, right?”
Kakashi swallowed.
“Okay. And yes.”
A sleepover at Shikamaru’s house? Stupid teenagers. Three days of home alone time to explore their sexuality wasn’t exciting enough?
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?” Kakashi swished around, his hand stopped in the air just above the door handle.
“I’ll drive.”
Kakashi found it difficult to move for a moment.
‘They will be grounded for life. I will ground them for life; for endangering the life of a parent. And I’m the good parent! You don’t endanger the life of the good parent. You don’t endanger the life of the bad parent either, not if you value your own, but I gave them a weekend of privacy! Have they no sense of gratitude?’
“They have school tomorrow,” Iruka hissed to himself before the door to the bathroom slammed shut and the way the photos on the walls rattled reminded Kakashi of Sasuke. It also pushed him into movement.
But when they were on the road, flying a short distance above the asphalt (or so it felt like. Fortunately it was late (or early) enough that they were the only ones out driving), Kakashi found that he was grateful for the speed, for his boyfriend’s quick decision to go after the children and his friendliness with the gas.
There was something more to that note than what the note said. It felt fake. Made up. It made Kakashi’s stomach grow cold and knotted and made him want Iruka to drive faster. If it had been half a year earlier and just Sasuke, Kakashi would have sighed and shrugged. Then he would have watched TV and worried until the boy came home. Not that Sasuke would have written a note.
.
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