[AU, whoo! Maybe I will kick this depressing canon-based stuff.]
Kakashi always smelled of burnt clover and old ink, always had smears of it along his lips like he sucked on his pens while grading and imprinted in the whorls of his thumbs from the constant reading. If it wasn't a paper or a photocopied journal article, then he had a cheap Harlequin novel on hand and a demeanor that demanded silence as he finished this one last passage. Guy always immediately interrupted, or else Kakashi would move to the next and the next, always seeing how far he could push it this time.
The first time they'd met was the record. One hundred and fifteen pages (and two paragraphs) and then Kakashi had finished the entire book and turned to stare at Guy, who wordlessly offered up the pen that had slid from Kakashi's open lips a couple hours before.
It was an instant and mutual fascination, though Kakashi would never own up in person (though he'd once spent a week answering Kakashi's e-mail for him and had caught in a reply that Kakashi had cited as his important reason why he kept driving away his grad students as "not one has waited for me to finish my damn book").
Despite appearances, Kakashi was a worthy academic rival. It was a stretch to publish before Kakashi, a push to just keep up with his output.
Better, though, than their rivalry, was this, the slide of hands through hair and against skin, the warm shared beds and trading off who cooked breakfast in the morning, the way that Kakashi chose Guy's office to hide in every time despite the dean having figured it out ages ago.
Kakashi might have said it was the way that Guy shared his grad students for grading periods, but his lips would smile if he said it, and his firm grip on Guy's arm would tell the lie.
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Re: Second Guy/Kakashi
Date: 2008-04-23 03:56 am (UTC)Kakashi always smelled of burnt clover and old ink, always had smears of it along his lips like he sucked on his pens while grading and imprinted in the whorls of his thumbs from the constant reading. If it wasn't a paper or a photocopied journal article, then he had a cheap Harlequin novel on hand and a demeanor that demanded silence as he finished this one last passage. Guy always immediately interrupted, or else Kakashi would move to the next and the next, always seeing how far he could push it this time.
The first time they'd met was the record. One hundred and fifteen pages (and two paragraphs) and then Kakashi had finished the entire book and turned to stare at Guy, who wordlessly offered up the pen that had slid from Kakashi's open lips a couple hours before.
It was an instant and mutual fascination, though Kakashi would never own up in person (though he'd once spent a week answering Kakashi's e-mail for him and had caught in a reply that Kakashi had cited as his important reason why he kept driving away his grad students as "not one has waited for me to finish my damn book").
Despite appearances, Kakashi was a worthy academic rival. It was a stretch to publish before Kakashi, a push to just keep up with his output.
Better, though, than their rivalry, was this, the slide of hands through hair and against skin, the warm shared beds and trading off who cooked breakfast in the morning, the way that Kakashi chose Guy's office to hide in every time despite the dean having figured it out ages ago.
Kakashi might have said it was the way that Guy shared his grad students for grading periods, but his lips would smile if he said it, and his firm grip on Guy's arm would tell the lie.