Fear Is Not The End Of This

Chapter 4

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Fear Will Not Be the End of This

Chapter 4

Black and orange attire lays discarded on the floor of the washroom and fog begins to cover the mirror as misty heat pools out of the shower Naruto steps into, hot water cascading over his aching muscles.  Why does prolonged sitting always make me feel worse than getting in a fight?  That meeting lasted five damn hours. He places his palms flat against the tiled wall in front of him, head bowed, letting the pressure of water from the shower head hit the back of his neck. 

Back in the room, a silver haired intruder shuts the door to the bedroom as quietly as if it had never opened.  Kakashi sinks into the bed and sighs, back slouched, removing his leaf headband and pooling his mask around his neck. The air on his face is very refreshing.   Elbows dig into thighs as he rests his face in the palm of his hands, then he treads fingers aggressively up through his hair and another more frustrated sigh escapes him. The sound of running water in the bathroom consumes him and all the Sharingan user can think of is the body beneath it. 

In the near fifty years Kakashi has been alive he has never wanted, needed,  anything as badly as Naruto-his Hokage, his student, his sensei's son.

Start over Kakashi

That last conversation he shared with Gai plays over in his mind. 

Naruto wants this too and he deserves worlds more than I do.

Steeling his resolve Kakashi rises and slowly makes his way toward the bathroom, removing one glove at a time, then the proceeding to unbutton his vest until soon his standard uniform lays scattered among Naruto's own clothing.

Although the glass around the shower is fogged his trained eyes can still clearly make out the muscular, tanned body bent forward under the water.  Glistening droplets glide off gorgeous locks the colour of the sun, falling in front of cerulean eyes. The young Hokage hasn't noticed him yet.  His own, pale hand reaches for the glass door and pulls.

Naruto starts as the door to the shower pops open lightly. Glancing behind himself, slightly surprised and still in the same position, he watches as Kakashi's lithe body, completely uncovered but for his scars, enters the shower.  He can't move and his heart is beating so hard his chest aches.

"Kakashi..."Naruto begins to turn around...

"No. Stay where you are."

The blonde complies but keeps his neck craned back continuing to stare, trying not to blush under the intense gaze roaming his backside.  He hasn't seen Kakashi's face since the onsen.  Although that was barely a week ago it feels like a lifetime.  Who knew a such a prominent facial scar could add so well to the mans masculine beauty. Naruto also takes note of the million tiny bumps raised along his companions skin.

"At least step under the water."

Firm pressure pushes his chest up against the cold tile, his own skin promptly breaking out in goose pimples on contact, nipples turning as hard as his erection which is currently reacting  to the mind blowing sensation of Kakashi's own, now wet, member slicked up between his ass.

"I'm going  crazy, Naruto." Lips brush against his ear and the whispered breath tickles. "I can't stop thinking about you, how much I want this, how wrong it might seem in the eyes of others and how much i just don't fucking care." He shoves the tanned body harder against tile.  If Naruto could be anymore turned on he seriously thinks he would black out like someone going through excruciating pain. "Kakashi," he breathes out, "I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. I mean, I understand, I know but I don't,  I am so overwhelmed right now please just do something to me. I need you."