Complicated things

Kakashi enters his living room, with wet hair and a towel around his neck. He is wearing comfy clothing, soft and warm, and he is ready for some sleep. But if he goes to his bedroom, he should probably tell the other men that he is, otherwise…

He notices the emptiness of the living room. And the kitchen. He just came from his bathroom, so there is just one place where those two could be.

He turns around, slowly, towards the door that is the barricade between him and his resting spot. He swallows, reaches a trembling hand out towards the door knob, and he manages to open it. 

Inside he finds the little lights next to his bed on. And the two men, inside of his bed. Ibiki is reading a book and from the looks of it, Iruka is grading some papers. 

“Had a nice shower?” Ibiki asks. He puts his book away and places it on the night stand. 

“Come join us,” Iruka pats on the free space in between them. “You have a comfortable bed.” 

“Just a moment,” Kakashi says. He lifts his index finger up and turns around. “Have to drink a bit.” He walks out of his bedroom and closes the door behind his back. 

His heart is thumping loudly in his chest. His hands are trembling against the wood of his bedroom door and what is up with his knees? This can not be happening. This can’t be true. Perhaps his head is injured. Or he is dead. Anything, really, anything else. This can not be a reality. 

He tiptoes towards his kitchen and retrieves a glass. He fills it with water, just a bit, not to much. He has to calm himself. So what. He is just going to sleep. There is nothing else going on. He is going to sleep in his own bed, fully clothed, just like every other usual night. The only difference now being the presence of the two men he desires most. 

It doesn’t mean anything. It is just something that is happening at the moment. All he needs to do is close his eyes, settle in bed and sleep. And he is going to do just that. 

He places the glass down, turns around and walks back to the door. He opens it, slowly, and walks inside. The men are still in his bed. With room in between them. Room where he has to lie down. He can do this. He has done things which are considerately harder to do. Like… something. He can’t come up with anything. Not now. 

He manages to advance towards his bed, and crawls upon it. Ibiki pushes the bedsheets back and Kakashi turns around. 

“Is there something else you need?” Iruka asks. He pushes his paperwork onto the nightstand on his side and turns his head towards Kakashi. “Any way to unwind?” He cocks his head to the side. “Do you need your porn or something?” He raises both of his eyebrows and smiles. 

Kakashi stares at him and lies down flat. He doesn’t break eye contact, he just lies down backwards, pulling the bedsheets up towards his chin. “Nope, all good. Sleep well.” He forces his eyes close and keeps his body straight.

“Are you sure? No porn?” A hand lies upon his forehead. “Perhaps there was some unseen injury, in your brain.” Ibiki leans over him. “Something you want to share? Headache? Throbbing part of your body?” His other hand is placed next to Kakashi’s chest, making the Interrogator lean over him. 

“Do you want a body part of mine to throb?” Kakashi asks. He pushes himself backwards, into the mattress. He should not have said that. Nope. But yet, he did. And now he thinks about his cock. Hard and throbbing. And if he thinks about it, and his usual stimuli, which is usually fantasy and not real, well, if they are real and next to him, something will be awake and throbbing within the next minute. 

Ibiki laughs. Warm, low and making the bed move. He himself moves as well, closer down. 

“I wouldn’t mind, well. If it is your head, I would mind. Because that would mean an injury in your brain. But anything other, I can handle.” He leans in. “I am used to hard stuff.” 

His eyes capture Kakashi’s. 

Kakashi swallows. “Hard stuff?” he asks. Ibiki’s chest is barely an inch above him. If he takes a deep breath, they will be touching. And if Ibiki fails to keep himself up, and tumbles down, down onto Kakashi, then he will feel a hard body part. 

“Yeah,” Ibiki nods. His nose brushes against Kakashi’s nose. 

Kakashi holds his breath. His body is tense and he can’t help it. “Good for you,” he manages to say. Although he doesn’t know what they were talking about. 

Ibiki laughs. Making the bed move again. His chest touches Kakashi’s and is warm. 

“You are right. Well, good night.” Ibiki moves away, abruptly. Turning on his back, lying flat. 

Iruka chuckles and does the same. Both of them turn off the lights and darkness surrounds them. Kakashi breathes out and manages to relax a bit. A tiny bit. Very tiny. He swallows and closes his eyes. He doesn’t know if he is going to survive the night, but there is no way out of it, it seems.