"It's too soon," Guy finally admitted, unusually still for someone usually making stealth maneuvers to steal the covers or clinging close for what he claimed was warmth and was absolutely not cuddling, of course not--what sort of fool would try cuddling with the cool, cold, distant Sharingan user Hatake Kakashi?
Kakashi wondered if he should pretend sleep, or if after all the years they'd finally reached a point that was no longer the expected or excusable response. He shifted a hand along Guy's shoulder blade, but not so far it couldn't be excused as merely shifting in his sleep.
After a few minutes, he asked, "Did you expect to feel only pride?"
"He's my student," said Guy. "Of course I should be proud."
Kakashi pressed a kiss of comfort against the same shoulder--that Kakashi was apparently insatiable was always readily available as a reason.
"But he's my student. And I know he's not ready."
The room was dark, and the summer heat beat down against Kakashi's skin. The sheets rustled as he shifted to lay across Guy's back, pressed his head next to Guy's on the pillow. "Yeah," he said. "I know."
They shouldn't talk about it. They couldn't, really, not even here. This was a shinobi village, and the first thing Kakashi had learned was that nowhere was safe for some conversations.
Finally, he added, "I'll keep an eye out."
Guy turned over underneath Kakashi, placed his palms against Kakashi's neck and spine. He didn't say "thank you," except with his hands and mouth, tumbling them over and pressing Kakashi against the bed. And it was this, this sudden display of need and affection, that told Kakashi just how worried Guy was.
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Date: 2008-04-16 11:55 pm (UTC)Kakashi wondered if he should pretend sleep, or if after all the years they'd finally reached a point that was no longer the expected or excusable response. He shifted a hand along Guy's shoulder blade, but not so far it couldn't be excused as merely shifting in his sleep.
After a few minutes, he asked, "Did you expect to feel only pride?"
"He's my student," said Guy. "Of course I should be proud."
Kakashi pressed a kiss of comfort against the same shoulder--that Kakashi was apparently insatiable was always readily available as a reason.
"But he's my student. And I know he's not ready."
The room was dark, and the summer heat beat down against Kakashi's skin. The sheets rustled as he shifted to lay across Guy's back, pressed his head next to Guy's on the pillow. "Yeah," he said. "I know."
They shouldn't talk about it. They couldn't, really, not even here. This was a shinobi village, and the first thing Kakashi had learned was that nowhere was safe for some conversations.
Finally, he added, "I'll keep an eye out."
Guy turned over underneath Kakashi, placed his palms against Kakashi's neck and spine. He didn't say "thank you," except with his hands and mouth, tumbling them over and pressing Kakashi against the bed. And it was this, this sudden display of need and affection, that told Kakashi just how worried Guy was.