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Worst Day Ever	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This was turning out to be the worse day ever, in Iruka's estimation. He hated this day with a passion as it was. The only day of the year that could turn him into a true raving lunatic. Oh, he flew off the handle plenty, he knew that. He knew just how hot-tempered he was, how easily he rose to the bait.

But most of the time, he could temper it pretty well. Usually, he could contain his reactions to a few well-placed replies, the occasional shout, simply reject a few extra mission reports or schedule a bit of extra gate duty. Any other time, except this time of year.

This time of year, the whole thing was built up over the course of a couple of weeks, so he couldn't escape it. Most of the time, in point of fact every year except this one, he had a way to deal with it. But not this year, no. The fates had conspired to keep that from happening this year.

And this was on top of the fact that every mission report that got turned in seemed to be extra bad - covered in food stains, blood stains and other unrecognizable matter. They were crumpled into balls - that was Shikamaru's team, folded into a football - Kiba's team, or soaking wet - Kakashi's report. Even Yamato, who usually turned in pristine reports was missing half of the information that was needed. He'd taken the sharpest edge of Iruka's temper, being the unlucky person last in line to turn his in. The poor man had barely escaped the room with his life, looking pale and shaking visibly.

Iruka hated Valentine's Day with a passion - the same passion he poured into his teaching, the same passion he had for so many other things. Because every year, invariably, he was alone for it. Oh, he'd dated over the years, here and there, but somehow it always seemed he'd ended up alone for the day itself and the couple of weeks surrounding it.

Every year, he listened to the other teachers go on about who they'd go out with or who they'd invite. The shinobi rumor mill was rife with discussion over who'd show up at the Kunai with whom and if they'd really leave with them that night. Or whether or not so-and-so would stay together with such-and-such. The rumors were always there, but something about the approaching holiday made them much more prolific.

Then there was the academy. The constant love notes being passed by his students to the point that none of them would concentrate on a lesson. There were blushes and looks passed from the minute they walked in until they left again. The girls couldn't talk about anything but which boy might give them a card or if they'd get any at all.

To make matters worse, where every other time of the year, Iruka was almost constantly hit on, it dried up like Suna in summer around this time. Not that he accepted most of the men hitting on him, he didn't, knowing what they wanted, but at least they asked him out. Except around that day. So the only cards he ever got were covered in pre-genin handwriting and the scribbled signatures of former students. And it had soured his opinion of the holiday altogether.

Oh he had his suspicions on why it changed then. The rest of the year, he knew that most of the men who asked him out seemed to think they could take him out to dinner once, buy him a few drinks at the Kunai and he'd be willing to go home with them from there and fuck. And that time of year was supposed to be about the other side of dating - the one that was about much more than fucking for a night after drinks.

So several years ago, after the second year of dried up dates, he'd come up with a tactic for dealing with the ridiculous day. He spent extra money, reserving it way in advance, and took up a whole private room to himself at the hot springs. He splurged on over-priced food, spent the whole evening pampering himself away from all the other crap. It was the ability to look forward to that which helped him get through.

And then it happened. He'd escaped the academy that day and it's ridiculous piles of pink and red with only a minimal amount of fuss from his students. He loved them, he really did, but this was one day he didn't want to be hung on and talked at by them.

Of course, after being told what he had just been told, he almost wished he was back with them. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Umino-san, but there is no record of your reservation." The clerk frowned at the appointment book in front of her.

"There has to be a mistake. I've reserved the same room every year for the last several years. It's paid for, in advance by me, the reservation made in advance by me with plenty of advance notice." Iruka congratulated himself on the patience he was displaying and his calm tone of voice. He wanted to scream and shout.

"I understand that and I thought it seemed odd to not see your name, but I thought, perhaps, that you had a reason for not wanting a reservation this year." She blushed at that and Iruka groaned quietly to himself. It was obvious they knew why he was there. By himself. Every year.

"Well, obviously I did want a reservation. I paid for it, it should be there. Check again. Room seven."

"I'm sorry, but there's another name there."

Iruka closed his eyes, willing himself to keep his patience. He knew for a fact he'd made the reservation. Which meant it had been changed. "Who changed it?"

"I'm sorry?" The clerk looked up, puzzled.

"Someone must have changed the reservation. Who changed it? Was I, perhaps, moved to a different room?" He liked that particular room, liked the spring it was attached to, the fact that it was as far away from everyone as he could get. But he could deal with a different room, as long as he got one.

"As far as I know, no one has access to this book except for me and my husband. He would not have changed it for any reason that I know of. And I'm afraid I don't see your name anywhere else." She looked genuinely upset.

Iruka rubbed at the scar over his nose, a sure sign that his ire was about to be let out. She probably was afraid. He knew his temper at this time of year was legendary. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Then you'll have to just put me somewhere."

She swallowed hard and her color drained a little more. The poor woman looked damned near dead. "I� um�" she stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling he knew what she was going to say.

"Um, we, um, I'm mean� that is� " her mouth opened and closed a few more times. "What I'm trying to say is�" Her mouth flapped a couple more times with no more sound coming out, then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell over.

This could not be happening to him. He put his head down onto the counter and banged it once, before sighing. He went around and squatted over the unconscious clerk. He tapped her face gently, then shook her shoulder. She finally opened her eyes, widening them when she looked up at him. He held a hand out in entreaty. "I'm not going to yell," he started calmly. "I'm guessing you were going to tell me that you have no private rooms available."

She shook her head hard to clear it and sat up, then nodded unhappily. "My apologies, Umino-san. I really do not know how we can make this up to you. We will be very glad to give you a free room for two nights any other time."

He held his hand out and helped her to her feet, then waved at her. "It's okay." He sighed and rubbed at his scar again.

"Mah, is something the matter, Iruka-san?"

Oh God, not him. Iruka could probably put up with just about anyone but him in that moment. He counted slowly to ten, but the vein in his temple was still throbbing in anticipation of the annoyance he knew he was about to feel. "No, of course not, Kakashi-san, why do you ask?"

"Because you look as if you are about to rub your poor nose right off of your face."

Iruka turned to see the single visible eye curved in amusement. He swallowed hard and tamped down on his burgeoning temper. He reached up and rubbed gently at his temple again, feeling a small headache start to grow. "I'm fine, Kakashi-san." He turned to the clerk. "I'll take a regular basket, thank you and we can work out my alternative reservation at another time." He mentally patted himself on the back for his calm tone of voice.

"Did something happen to your reservation, Iruka-san?" Kakashi asked and Iruka forced himself to turn from the clerk.

"Yes. I had one, it's no longer here. I'll be taking time in the public spring, instead. Good evening, Kakashi-san." Iruka picked up the basket, nodded to the clerk and turned toward the showers and dressing rooms.

"Good evening, Hatake-san. Here is your key. Room seven. I hope you enjoy your stay with us." The clerk's relieved voice floated to him.

Iruka had taken only a few steps when he heard that, and stopped. He'd taken room seven? How� but no, no, it didn't matter. He could still salvage some relaxation, even if it was the public spring. He took a deep breath, slowly in and out, then another. Calmer, he continued down the hallway.

"Iruka-san?"

Why did he follow him? The private baths were on the other end of the building. He turned slowly around. "Yes, Kakashi-san?"

"You know, I am the only one in the room. It would be a shame for you to be forced to go to the large spring when you should have had a private room. Why not share mine?"

Oh, that was likely to be relaxing. Sure. The man had a sixth sense for how to annoy him. He knew exactly which buttons to push to send him into a temper, like it was some sort of instinct with him. It only served to annoy Iruka further that he was attracted to the ass. Very attracted. To both the literal and figurative versions.

"Really, I wouldn't want to impose, Kakashi-san. The public spring is fine." He started to turn around.

"Well, if you're afraid to be alone with me."

Damn the man. He knew what would piss him off the most. He grit his teeth, counting, again, though he got all the way to fifteen without feeling a difference. He gave up and turned back. "Why would I be afraid to be alone with you? I said I didn't want to impose and that's what I meant. Good evening, Hatake-san." He said, biting off the family name and spinning around to continue his way.

"Because you're attracted to me."

"You son of� you� you� bastard!" Iruka sputtered and spun back around, momentarily at a loss for words. "That's some nerve! I wouldn't be attracted to you if you were the last person on earth, man or woman! You are a cocky, lazy, aloof, insensitive, perverted asshole!" He spun back around and marched toward the showers, fueled by the grin he could tell was lurking under that ridiculous cloth mask.

"Did I hit a nerve, Iruka-san?"

Iruka didn't answer. Instead, he launched a shuriken in the direction of the voice, knowing it would be dodged. He heard the thunk as it embedded itself into the wooden wall, leaving a deep gash alongside several others that the ninja who frequented the hot spring had obviously made before him.

"Hmm. I must have." Kakashi mused. "Am I really that detestable that you'd prefer to bathe with several strange men than me?"

"Yes," Iruka said, stripping his vest off and folding it with precise movements, holding onto his temper carefully. His temple pulsed in again.

The copy nin's lips twitched in response. "I see. Is it because you can't stand being attracted to me? Or is it just that you can't trust yourself to be left alone with my naked body? Are you afraid you wouldn't be able to keep from attacking me?"

Because that's exactly what he was afraid of, he pulled a kunai this time and launched it instead. The copy nin caught this one, then threaded his forefinger through the hole at the end and started spinning it around his finger. He let a chuckle escape, earning another shuriken for it which he, of course, dodged again.

Iruka concentrated on removing the bandages from the bottom of his legs, trying to ignore the annoying man next to him. He wrapped them into a ball and laid them on top of his vest, pulled his headband off, then removed the shuriken holder, keeping it within reach.

"You really don't need weaponry to deal with me, Iruka-san." Kakashi said, stepping closer.

Iruka glared up at him. "Obviously I do, since your perverted brain can't seem to take a hint. Get lost."

Infuriatingly, he just laughed, taking another half step closer to the younger man.

Iruka turned his back on him and stripped his shirt off, trying to pretend the silver-haired man wasn't hovering so damned close by. He folded it, stacked it with his other clothes, then stopped. He really didn't want to finish undressing in front of this man. Especially since he was partially aroused simply from his proximity to the copy nin and he didn't want to give the pervert any ideas. Or, at least, give away his feelings at all.

He turned around and glared at him. "Did you really want something? Or were you just here to annoy me?"

"I was trying to share my spring with you. In case you haven't noticed, it's rather busy out there." Kakashi pointed through the doorway, where Iruka could clearly see that the public spring was, in fact, rather crowded.

Iruka clenched his jaw, the muscles twitching as he could see just how accurate the assessment was. He took a deep breath, then two. It was, in fact, quite a bit busier than he'd anticipated. He glared up at the other man. "If I share your spring, will you leave me alone?"

Kakashi affected a hurt look. "Of course I will."

Iruka snorted. "Right." He shook his head. "Never mind. I'll take my chances." He turned around and, gritting his teeth, unbuttoned his pants, then pushed them and his underwear over his hips. He snatched up a towel, wrapping it around himself quickly, hoping against hope that the other man hadn't seen his erection, which was only getting worse by the moment. How could he possibly get this aroused while he was so angry with the man?

He tucked the end of the towel in, then stacked his clothing carefully in the basket before putting it on the shelf. He grabbed the smaller towel for his head, yanked the hair tie out of his hair and headed into the showers, all the time trying to ignore the copy nin, who'd been watching the whole thing in silence.

Irritated, again, he stopped and glanced over at him. He was leaning casually against the set of shelves, but the look in his eye was not casual. It was� appraising and Iruka blushed hotly at it, the color spreading quickly from the scar over his nose outward. He'd always been self conscious about his scars, especially the large one on his back, but he'd never been looked at quite that way before.

He blinked up at the copy nin. "Did�" he cleared his throat. "Did you need something?"

"Oh yes," Kakashi said softly and the tone of voice went straight to Iruka's cock.

He swallowed hard and raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Oh? What's that?"

Kakashi's eyes moved from what Iruka could have sworn was his ass back up to his face. "There really isn't a reason to stay out here, you know." He stood up from the shelves and took a half step closer.

"I can think of a few," Iruka managed. "Including the fact that you seem to have a sixth sense for how to annoy me."

Kakashi chuckled. "What if I promise to try not to?'

The younger man blinked. Why was he trying so hard to get him in there? He swallowed, trying to moisten his suddenly dry throat. It couldn't be that the copy nin was actually interested in him. No, he didn't think that was it. So� No, no, he wasn't thinking about it. Wasn't! Absolutely not! He swallowed again. "Okay."

He knew, the second he saw the reaction in the visible eye that he was going to regret this. Probably for a very, very long time.

It was only by the virtue of years of maintaining his aloof appearance that he didn't give away more of his glee at the response than a slight widening of his eye. He'd called in nearly every favor he was owed, had paid quite a bit of money and spent months planning this. And he'd almost had it blow up on him anyway, just because he couldn't resist baiting the man. He was just so adorable when he got angry or flustered and his face turned that incredible shade of red.

He had tried to ask the teacher out once. Unfortunately, by that time, they'd had too long a history between them of him baiting Iruka and the other man flying off the handle in response. He'd been turned down flat, with a good dose of laughter to go with it.

So after he'd learned several months ago of the teacher's Valentine's Day plans, he's started some of his own. He'd called in the help of more than a few of his friends to make this happen and he was going to owe Yamato lunch for a month after what he'd gone through in the mission room. He'd wanted to take no chances that Iruka wouldn't follow through on his need to relax.

"Good," he managed and turned toward the doorway, holding a hand out. Iruka gave him a suspicious look, but pulled his basket of clothes off of the shelf and preceded him through the doorway. Kakashi held out the key. "Go ahead and take the shower first. I need to stop and order dinner. Would you like some?"

Iruka raised an eyebrow, but then accepted the key and nodded. "Sure. Thank you."

At Kakashi's raised eyebrow, he said, "oh, um, just� what� whatever you are."

Kakashi nodded and paused at the counter while Iruka continued down the hall. After he'd stepped into the room at the end, the copy nin turned to the clerk. She winked at him, and said with a grin, "I take it that it worked?"

Kakashi smiled back and leaned on the counter. "So far, yes Tanaka-san. Thank you very much. I promise that I will more than make it up to you for all you have done. Send in dinner for two, the sake and the oils, if you please." He dropped a kiss on her hand through the mask and she blushed bright red.

"Oh, Hatake-san, Umino-san is a lucky man!" She giggled at him, blushing.

"I think I'm the luckier one. Or, will be, as long as he doesn't kill me." Kakashi said, standing. He figured he'd dawdled enough and Iruka had enough time to shower and get into the spring by now. He hadn't needed the sharingan to see the man's arousal, which had surprised him as he'd been sure the whole thing, so far, had been one sided. So, he wanted to give the other man a chance to get into the small pool and get comfortable before he went in. "Thank you again, Tanaka-san." He said, bowing over her hand.

"You're welcome!" She waved as he headed down the hallway.

He stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him. He'd never actually been in this room before. He'd chosen it because the proprietors had told him it was Iruka's favorite room. Apparently, because it was the most isolated. This would work out well in his favor, if things went the way he hoped.

He could see through the doorway that Iruka was already in the spring. He glanced around the room to see the large futon that took up a large portion of the room with the low table and cushions next to it. On the opposite wall was a beautiful wide dresser with a big mirror over that. To his left was a long, deep bench for dressing and to his right, the doorway to the bathroom.

He glanced once more at Iruka and saw him leaning back against the side of the pool, the small towel on his head, his eyes closed. Kakashi made quick work of removing his clothes and hitae-ate, then slipped quietly into the shower. Anxious to get out to the spring, he cleaned up swiftly, then wrapped the towel around him. He wrapped a smaller towel around his face, then grabbed another small towel for his head and started for the doorway.

He paused on the threshold, staring at the man that had annoyed, confused frustrated, and, he'd admit, fascinated him for the better part of a year. Oh, he'd known him for much, much longer than that. But he'd been too preoccupied by other parts of life to think too much about relationships.

Well, to be fair, he'd pushed them aside and flat out ignored relationships. It wasn't until he'd started teaching, then teaming up with Naruto that he'd been forced to question that. He'd watched the kid change person after person on mission after mission. He'd seen for himself the things that the blond had been able to do without ever raising a fist or kunai to the other person, seen the bonds he'd formed.

And he'd found himself wondering if he'd been right all those years to ignore that side of his life. Then they'd had to concentrate on other things - fighting the war, rebuilding the village, but those were behind them now and things were back to a relative state of normalcy and had been for almost a year. And that's when he'd started running into Iruka more often.

Being back to regular missions meant regular trips to the mission office. As the jounin captain, he often had to turn the mission reports in, which forced him into contact with the younger man. He couldn't point to an exact moment that made him pay more attention to Iruka. But he remembered that somewhere along the way, he started doing poorly on his reports on purpose. Misspellings, food stains, that sort of thing. Before then, he just really hadn't cared that much about it, it was habit more than anything.

But when he knew that it got to the other man, it was irresistible, especially when his face turned red, he rubbed at his scar and looked ready to kill. He suspected that it was only by virtue of the fact that he was a fellow shinobi from the Leaf and not an enemy ninja that kept him from actually following through on his murderous urge. He had no doubt that if Iruka was truly backed into a corner, the unfortunate person doing the backing would not walk away from the encounter. He was, in short, a fascinating complicated contradiction that Kakashi just had to figure out.

He was so adorable when he got mad. The fire that shot from those chocolate brown eyes was just too much of a draw, so of course, he'd done everything he could to get him to look like that again. "Are you going to come into the water or just stand there in the doorway and stare at me?" The object of his thoughts asked him.

He shook his head, pulling himself out of his reverie. "Is that a problem?"

"You mean besides being unnerving?"

Kakashi chuckled. "I would never dream of trying to unnerve you." That was answered with a snort. He went through the door and pulled the towel off as he stepped down into the hot water, settling next to the younger man.

"There's an entire spring here. You don't have to sit that close," Iruka said, keeping his eyes closed.

"It's comfortable here. I like this spot on the rock." Kakashi caught the headshake and smirk as he closed his eyes and tried to keep himself from getting too aroused at the teacher's proximity. He felt like some teenage kid again, getting worked up just because he was near a cute guy.

Iruka shifted away a little bit and he fought the urge to put his arm around him and drag him closer. All he wanted to do was attack the man. To start kissing, nibbling, and sucking on that tan skin. He forced himself to shift his thinking or he'd end up embarrassing himself when they got out of the water for dinner.

But he smelled good. His hair was close enough to catch a hint of the citrus shampoo he used. Then there was his cologne. Kakashi couldn't place it, but it was slightly spicy and did nothing to calm his raging need. As he glanced over again, he could see the pulse jump just under the skin at his neck.

He turned his head and closed his eyes again, working to relax his muscles. He concentrated on each group, starting down at his feet and working his way up his body. No matter how hard he tried, however, he couldn't completely ignore the other man.

"Is something wrong?" Iruka asked him into the silence, his eyes still closed.

"Excuse me?" Kakashi sat up and looked over at him.

"Is something wrong?" Iruka asked again and opened those damning chocolate eyes.

Kakashi blinked at him. "Why do you ask?"

"Because we've been sitting here for the better part of ten minutes and you haven't tried to annoy me once."

"I promised to try not to, didn't I?" Kakashi asked, genuinely perplexed.

"Yes, but I didn't actually expect you to go through with it." Iruka closed his eyes again and rested his head back on the side of the spring.

"Hm," was all the copy nin could think of to reply to that. He could think of a lot of things he'd like to do to the other man, none of which would probably qualify as ways of not annoying him. Or, at least, they'd be viewed that way from the beginning. He hoped that his skill was such that it wouldn't still be annoying after they started. But nothing about the man next to him had been normal since he'd started noticing him, even all those years ago before Naruto's first chuunin exams. "Would you prefer I try to annoy you?"

"Of course not!" He said with an irritated tone. "Why would I want you to annoy me? Just because it's normal and this isn't normal for you."

Kakashi couldn't hold in the snicker. "I'll have you know that most people don't find me annoying. Or irritating. Or an asshole. What was the other part?"

"Cocky, lazy, aloof, insensitive, and perverted." Iruka said, with a sigh.

"That's a little scary." Kakashi said and Iruka opened one eye, raising its brow. "The recall."

"Ah." He closed his eye again. "It comes in handy when I have to write up behavior reports on my students."

Kakashi chuckled. "I can believe that." He shuffled a little closer to the other man, staring again at the pulse point he was having such a ridiculously hard time keeping his lips off of.

Iruka opened his eyes and looked over at him again. Their gazes met for a moment, neither saying anything, the steam rising, curling the soft brown hair around the younger man's face. Kakashi shifted slightly, turning more toward him to look at him just a little better. He didn't remember leaning in, he was, in fact, quite sure he hadn't, but before he knew it, he was right there.

He reached up and pulled the towel down from around his face and to Iruka's credit, the younger man didn't even pause. The copy nin closed the last tiny distance, pausing once more, to look from the other man's eyes to his lips and back again. They hung there, neither quite willing to move that itty bitty distance. Neither man could seem to breathe, and Kakashi's thought processes had stuttered to a complete halt.

Iruka stared into the mismatched eyes, convinced he was dreaming. This could not be happening. He was either dreaming or in a genjutsu, he couldn't decide which. Because it simply wasn't possible that the biggest pain in his ass, his biggest attraction, was sitting less than a breath away from his lips, almost kissing him. Certainly not today, on the absolute worst day of the year.

He watched the copy nin's eyes dart from his own down to his mouth and back up again, and he felt the shudder of breath leave his body. It stunned the younger man. Kakashi was nervous? It had to be a dream now. No way was this possible otherwise.

He had no idea how long they stayed like that, hovering just a hairs breadth away from each other. He had no idea how long they would have stayed that way before he, himself, got frustrated and either kissed him or pushed him away. Because right at that moment, someone knocked on the door. "Room service!"

It so surprised them that Iruka jumped. Right into Kakashi's mouth, closing the distance anyway. So their first kiss was a complete surprise. Their eyes were wide open, staring into the other's, their lips simply touching, nothing else. Then Iruka's slid closed, he felt the copy nin's arms slide around him and pull him closer.

Kakashi brushed his lips across the other man's, softly, gently. It wasn't even a full kiss, more like a promise of a kiss, the hint of more to come. It was enough, however, to cause the arousal Iruka had managed to tame earlier come back with a vengeance. He was glad there was still space between them in the spring.

So when the person in the hallway knocked again and they broke apart, he flushed, his face turning bright red. He had no idea what to do with this. He'd never expected anything like this. To be annoyed, to have his buttons pushed, yes. But not� this.

Was he teasing him? Playing with him? Kakashi didn't seem like that type. For all that he was, nothing Iruka had seen so far would lead him to believe that he'd toy with someone quite like that.

But then again, Kakashi had no idea how he felt, either. He had no idea that he'd been attracted to him for a while, especially the last several months. When he'd asked him out, that's exactly what he'd thought the other man was doing. It wasn't until Genma had told him that he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the copy nin actually date that Iruka had realized his blunder.

He had no illusions that the man was completely celibate any more than he had been. They all needed the sexual outlets after a while, especially after bad missions. And sometimes even after the good ones, too. The phrase "mission sex" existed for a reason. But there was a world of difference between releasing sexual tension and dating or having a steady relationship. And Genma had been quite sure he hadn't seen Kakashi in one in years. Then he'd paused to say he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen him in one, which had really surprised Iruka. Surely he'd had some relationship.

So he'd asked, in what he'd hoped was a discreet manner. And no one that had known him - mostly the older jounin - could remember one. If he hadn't been so confused by the whole thing, he might have realized that, given what he knew of the man's history - and thanks to his position in the mission office, he knew more than most - it shouldn't have been much of a surprise.

So maybe he just figured they could have some friendly sex. Both were obviously not with anyone else for the night, neither seemed in a hurry to get anywhere. That was possible. But the truth was, that's not what it felt like.

He hadn't even realized that Kakashi liked men, though that also wasn't really a surprise. A lot of the elite shinobi were, at least, bisexual. Something about finding it hard to find someone willing to trust a person who could kill you with little more than a look. Iruka could understand that. He'd seen plenty of them come in after missions, that dead look to their eye, the slightly off feeling about them. One sure-fire way to clear that look was sex, but not many people could open themselves to that, even other shinobi. So they often took what they could get - regardless of the gender of the other person.

"Excuse me. I'll� get that." Kakashi said, clearing his throat and bringing Iruka back to the present. He shifted in the water to stand up. Iruka stayed where he was, not turning, to give the man a chance to pull his towel around him. He swallowed hard.

So if he wasn't playing, then there were only two possibilities. He either liked Iruka, as hard as that was for the teacher to believe, or he was looking for friendly sex. And if Iruka couldn't believe the former, could he handle the latter? He just didn't know.
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