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“Wait, so the rumors are true?” Obito looked up from the chicken wings he was stealing off of Kakashi’s plate and stared at Anko and then at Kakashi, who looked equally as confused. “You two are dating?”
“No.”
They said it at the same time and Anko frowned, “we’re fucking though,” Kakashi added. Obito chocked on his wing and punched Kakashi in the thigh, “ow, what?”
Obito covered his mouth since he was still, technically, chewing, “do you have to be so vulgar about it?”
“Is that a good idea?”
Asuma was looking directly at Obito when he asked and he knew why, Obito was ‘sensitive’ and he also knew that the Uchiha was harboring a crush on the silver haired man - had been for a while. But it wasn’t like he could just say that, especially since Kakashi had said at the very beginning -
“It’s just sex.”
Yeah, that.
He’d be willing to admit that it left a bitter taste in his mouth if he weren’t so afraid that saying it out loud would make this whole thing stop and at this point any affection he could get from the other was fine with him. Asuma looked between them before focusing on Obito again who just shrugged and stuffed another flat in his mouth, tearing the meat off the bone, “just sex.”
He forced a change of subject and the group went on as normal until the bartender was shouting for last call and he was walking out next to Kakashi, who hooked a finger into the back of Obito’s jeans, making him stop, “Minato-sensei asked if I could babysit Naruto tomorrow, do you want to swing by?”
“Sure, what time is dinner?”
“Leach.” He could see his smirk beneath the mask and Obito grinned, “six, but you can show up whenever. I’ll be there at four.”
“Why do they never ask me to babysit anymore?”
Kakashi snorted, “last time you sliced clean through your thumb and instead of calling them, you wrapped your hand in one of Kushina’s decorative towels. And Minato had to take you to the ER to get stitches.” Kakashi grabbed Obito’s hand and held it up to his face, a thin finger tracking the scar it left, “clumsy.”
Obito swallowed, couldn’t help but notice that his own hand was bigger than Kakshi’s, which is something he already knew, but seeing it like this felt different. “Uh…come home with me?” The other blinked, “or I can come home with you?”
“I have an early class …”
He looked around before adjusting his hand and grabbing Kakashi’s, pulling him toward the side of the building and then he was pushing Kakashi against the wall, dropping to his knees. Kakashi looked around in surprise before looking down at him, “relax. No one is around.” He could look like he was worried they would be caught all he wanted but there was no mistaking the fact that he was already getting hard. Obito pulled his cock out and deep throated him without hesitation, groaning low as his cock slid right into the back of his throat.
Kakashi groaned in unison and dropped his head back, fingers threading in Obito’s hair, “oh fuck, holy shit, Obi…”
Obito pulled back, wrapping his hand around Kakashi, “fuck my mouth.”
“Shit, Obi, are you-”
“If you ask me if I’m sure I’m leaving youm dick in the wind.” The grip in his hair tightened and Obito was being forced back down, his own hands dropping to rest on his own thighs. He forced himself to keep staring up at Kakashi even as the other thrusted into the back of his throat, eyes tearing up and spilling over to drip down his cheeks. One hand cupped his cheek, thumb swiping away a streak of tears only to have it replaced with another streak and Kakashi moved his hand to grip the back of his neck, putting more movement into his hips.
Obito moved his own hand to his crotch, pressing down and whined as finally gave some attention to his neglected cock. It was getting difficult to catch his breath between thrusts and he almost tapped out when Kakashi pulled him off completely, hooking a thumb in his mouth to keep it open, “I’m close…” Obito nipped at his thumb in response and Kakashi huffed out a laugh before sliding right back into his mouth and down his throat. It was three more surprisingly rough thrusts before Kakashi was coming down the back of his throat and Obito followed suit a moment later, grinding his hand against himself. Kakashi pulled out slowly and Obito took the chance to clean his cock on its way out of his mouth before Kakashi was helping him stand.
They stood close enough that their chests were almost touching and Obito was once again reminded that the man in front of him was shorter than he was, even if only by an inch or so. “You gonna be good getting yourself home?” he asked, throat rough from the abuse, and he could have sworn he saw Kakashi shiver.
“It’s only a few blocks away…”
Obito smirked, “still, I could walk you home.” The tease caught him a glare and he laughed, stepping away, “text me when you get home.”
“Yeah…” Obito nodded and turned away, sticking his hands in his pockets, but he was only a few steps away when he stopped and looked back at Kakashi’s “hey… you too. I mean, let me know when you make it home.”
“Sure thing.”
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Obito flipped his keys in his hand, picking out the one for Minato and Kushina’s house with ease not because he was over a lot (he was) but because it was a glaringly bright color of pink. He hadn’t been there when they’d made the keys but Rin had been and she picked out the colors for both his and Kakashi’s who had an even uglier shade of neon purple. He let himself in and kicked off his shoes, “hello, hello!”
There was a flurry of movement and Obito had three seconds to prepare the yellow haired demon child that (literally) threw himself from the top of the stairs into Obito’s waiting arms, “big brother Obito!”
“Naruto!” They both looked up at Kakashi, who was standing at the top of the stairs looking miffed, “you cannot be doing that anymore, you know better!”
The boy pouted, “just because you can’t catch me anymore doesn’t mean he can’t. He’s bigger and stronger.”
“I don’t know about that second part,” Obito said, adjusting Naruto in his grip as he walked up the stairs. Kakashi had thrown Obito multiple times in multiple different scenarios far too effortlessly for Obito to think he was stronger than the silver haired man. “But, Kakashi is right, you can’t keep throwing yourself like that. Someone is gonna get hurt.”
He put him down and Naruto glared up at him, “you’re no fun!”
And then he was running off and Obito was putting a hand over his chest, “ouch, he wounded me. No fun? Me? I’m the most fun.”
Kakashi huffed and bumped him gently, “he’ll get over it. Thanks for having my back.”
“Don’t get use to it. I only agreed because one of these days he’ll be too heavy and squash me.” Obito vaulted over the back of the couch, landing with a light ‘oomph’ and Kakashi sent him a frown that he definitely ignored, choosing instead to look over the papers scattered around the coffee table. “What are you even doing?”
He picked up a sheet, staring at the numbers as if he had any hope in making them make sense (he was an English and History major for a reason), but Kakashi made a noise that had him setting it back down in the same place. “I have a report due and everything is organized how I need it.”
“Is it though?” Kakashi glared and Obito scoffed, “damn, did someone shit in your coffee this morning?”
The other sighed, “sorry just…midterms. And someone kept me up late.”
The pointed look made Obito laugh, “you didn’t have to stay until last call. Besides,” he added, leaning toward him, “I would have left early with you if you had asked.”
Kakashi’s eyes dropped from Obito’s gaze to his lips and part of him hoped it was because he wanted to kiss him and not just because he was remembering last night. Kissing wasn’t allowed so they hadn’t, even when they were drunk. But a thud from Naruto’s room distracted them both and Kakashi sighed, “he’s supposed to be doing his homework.”
“I’ll go, you focus.”
Obito stood and walked around the couch this time, heading to Naruto’s room where the boy was most definitely not doing his homework, unless things had really changed from his primary days. Naruto looked up as he entered, dear in the headlights look on his face, “...hi.”
“Hey. Whatcha doing?”
“Uhm…playing.”
“Uh-huh. What are you supposed to be doing?”
Naruto sighed, “homework. Can you help me? Please?”
He pulled out the sad puppy eyes which were unneeded against Obito because he was weak to this boy. He and Minato were both constantly getting chastised about how easily they gave in to Naruto, “alright, come on. I don’t want Kakashi to complain, let’s do it.”
Naruto grinned and crawled back into his chair while Obito kneeled next to his desk. The first page was math and while Obito was not great at numbers, primary math was at least simple. He made sure not to give Naruto the answers, helping him work through the problems and then they were moving on. A knock against the doorframe pulled them away and he looked up at Kakashi, “I’m gonna start making dinner.”
“We’ll be done soon.”
He nodded and Obito turned back, helping Naruto finish and then clean his room, letting him take a handful (one of Obito’s hands) of toy dinosaurs out to the living room. Papers still littered the coffee table so he led them to the dining table, “I get to be the … the … stegosaurus!”
“Ah, but I wanted that one.”
Naruto stared at him for a moment and Obito was about to tell him that he was kidding when the boy shrugged, “alright, but I get the triceratops.”
“Deal.”
“Kakashi! Come play! You can have the t-rex!”
“Yeah? Give me a couple minutes and I’ll be right there.” Naruto and Obito played as Kakashi finished what he was doing before sitting down with them, “so if I’m the t-rex do I get to eat everyone?”
“No!”
“Heh?”
“He’s a vegetarian!”
Obito and Kakashi gave each other a look, the former trying to keep laughter from escaping as he covered his mouth, “yeah Kakashi, you can’t eat your friends.”
“Really? You didn’t think that la- ow!”
Obito kicked him under the table, cheeks flaming red, and Naruto stared between the two of them with a question on his face. “Don’t worry about it, he’s being stupid.” He saw Kakashi lean down to rub his shin as he kept playing and after a few minutes a timer went off and Kakashi was standing and back at the stove, making plates for all three of them. “Alright, let's go put these away and wash up.” And of course it was up to Obito to actually pick up the dinosaurs, following him to put them away and make sure he actually cleaned up - by the time they were back Kakashi had set the table. “What are we gonna do after dinner?”
“Watch a movie!” Naruto said at the same time that Kakashi said “go to bed” and the blond boy looked at Kakashi with a pout and big wide eyes, “but…”
“Come on Kakashi, it’s the weekend and it’s still early. We can watch one movie.”
“Just one? Please?”
Those big, sad eyes made direct contact with Kakashi’s dark eyes and Obito could see the moment that he cracked, “fine, but I’m blaming Obito if they get mad.”
“That’s fine, I’m Kushina’s second favorite after Naruto, I can get away with anything.” Kakashi gave him a withering glare because he knew he was right, “now finish eating and you have to help us clean up or you don’t get to watch a movie.”
Naruto gave a surprisingly determined nod considering they were only talking about eating and doing the dishes and Obito had to remind him to at least slow down enough to chew his food before swallowing. They finished and made a cleaning train, Obito washing and Naruto rinsing - which he decided needed to be done by dunking the dishes into the sink full of water and getting extra water everywhere, mostly down his front and on the floor. He was all but soaked by the time they were done but he looked quite proud of himself while Kakashi looked exceptionally exasperated. Obito ruffled the boy's hair, “go with Kakashi to get changed yeah? I’ll finish up in here.” He heard them moving around in Naruto’s room for a bit as he finished cleaning the sink and wiping up all of the water. By the time he was done he had already heard the TV turn on and Kakashi was sprawled out on the couch with Naruto laying across his torso. Picking up Kakashi’s legs, Obito sat down and let them drop across his lap, ignoring the look the other gave him as he did so.
Naruto had picked some Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks whatever movie (Obito couldn’t tell apart anymore) and he let himself zone out, fingers idly tracing patterns against the leg over his. They finished the first one and Naruto begged for one more which Kakashi gave in with a half hearted sigh and they were watching one more cartoon animated movie. He hadn’t even realized he fell asleep until he felt gentle fingers in his hair, trailing along the back of his head, “Obito, wake up…” He blinked his eyes open slowly, rubbing his eyes as Kushina came into view. Minato was picking Naruto up, the boy having fallen asleep on Kakashi’s chest, as had Obito apparently since he was now being forced to sit back up from where he’d fallen. “There he is, welcome back.”
He groaned and sat up, Kakashi following suit and rubbing his face, looking up at Minato and Kushina, “sorry, it was Obito’s fault.”
“Asshole,” Obito grumbled, stretching, “did you have a good time?”
“We did.” She watched them as they both sat up completely, Kakashi leaning against Obito as he tried to wake himself up and she grinned, “you two are so cute together.”
“T-together?” Obito stuttered and he felt Kakashi tense against him, but he didn’t pull away and Kushina only hummed as she followed Minato to go put Naruto in his own bed. Kakashi still hadn’t moved but Obito knew he hadn’t fallen back asleep and then there was a finger trailing along his arm, down to his hand which Obito let fall open, palm up, as Kakashi slowly slid his hand into Obito’s. His fingers were long but thinner than Obito’s, his hand smaller in general, and he knew he could close Kakashi’s hand in his. He also knew if he did then the other would spook and run so he left him to his own actions, letting him gently play with his fingers.
Footsteps pulled him away and Kakashi stood, looking at Minato and Kushina, “I gotta go.”
Kushina followed him and Obito dropped his head down, running his hand through his hair, only looking up when Minato put a hand on his shoulder, “everything okay?”
He bit back the urge to give a dry chuckle, “probably not…” Minato moved his hand to ruffle Obito’s hair gently, a concerned frown on his face, and Obito smiled, “it’ll be fine.”
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His first sign that things were changing was that Kakashi was avoiding him. Nothing so obvious as completely ignoring his presence or disappearing from their friend group as a whole, in fact if you asked everyone they’d likely tell you that nothing was different. But to Obito, who had known Kakashi since they were children? Clear as day. There was always at least one person between them now when they were out and if there wasn’t there was a space of six to eight feet. If they made eye contact Kakashi was looking away and the one time Obito got close enough to share a soft shoulder bump the other had stepped away before they made contact. He found out from an Instagram post on Rin’s page that he invited her to babysit Naruto with him later that week instead of telling him. One week, no direct contact.
“He hates me.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Asuma said, pushing his plate of fries toward Obito.
Obito huffed and grabbed a couple of them, “he’s been avoiding me. Won’t look me in the eye, won’t let me babysit Naruto with him,” Obito was dropping fingers as he counted down, “this is the longest time we’ve gone without fu-”
“Stop, please, just…” Asuma shook his head and Obito blinked and shoved another fry in his mouth, staring at Asuma who sighed, “Kurenai’s birthday is this weekend and Anko wants everyone to go to the club for it.”
“Does…Kurenai want to go to the club?”
“Apparently. So?”
“Alright, I’m in.”
His third sign came the night of Kurenai’s party when Kakahi chose to stand next to the stool that Obito had planted his butt on, getting into his personal space. He still wouldn’t look at him, which was annoying, and Obito took a shot just as a hand settled on his thigh and he just about choked on it. Kakashi’s hand slid down to his knee, fingers dipping into the crevice behind his knee and squeezing gently, taking his own shot. Another two rounds circled the table and at this point Obito didn’t even know who was paying for them, and then Anko was pulling him off the stool, yelling something about dancing and running off.
He was standing so close to Kakashi that they were literally touching and Obito let the alcohol dictate his next move. He leaned in close, hand settling on Kakashi’s waist, “dance with me?”
Kakashi swallowed, eyes dropped from his eyes to his lips and then back up, “I don’t dance…”
“Okay.” He wasn’t going to argue or waste his time or breath so Obito pulled away and found Anko and Rin who were dancing together, the two of them pulling him into their circle until another pair of hands were grabbing him and pulling him away from them. If he was surprised to find Genma being the one to grab him and pull him tight, toothpick dangling between his teeth as he grinned, “oh really?”
“What?” Genma asked as he leaned in, hands kneading his hips, “you want me to stop?”
“I didn’t say that. Just surprised.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
An extra set of hands came between them and this time Obito let the surprise register on his face as Kakashi shot Genma a glare and dragged Obito away before turning toward him. “Thought you didn’t want to dance.”
“I changed my mind.” Obito expected him to take charge like he always did but his arms rested against Obito’s shoulders, “but I also have no idea what I’m doing.”
Obito bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling or calling him cute, both things that would make him turn tail and run, and he pulled him close, moving in time with the music. Dancing turned to grinding in short order and he couldn’t hold back his groan as Kakashi rolled his hips forward, trembling a bit as pleasure shot through him. Lifting his head he took a chance to look around, but no one was paying attention to them and they weren’t the only ones basically dry humping on the dance floor. Fingers in his hair drew his attention back and they were kissing.
Kakashi’s mouth was warm and wet, and tasted like the last fruity drink he had downed at the table. Obito groaned into the kiss, rocking his hips into Kakashi’s as his hands slid further down to grab at his thighs.
This was his fifth sign and it was quickly followed by the sixth.
Kakashi’s mouth traced along Obito’s jaw and up to his ear, “Obito, we should go.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” He swallowed and took a chance, kissing him again, and Kakashi was the one who groaned into the kiss this time. “My place is closer.”
It wasn’t, but Kakashi didn’t argue and they were walking out together. It was a full mile to his apartment and with every step he felt himself getting more and more sober until finally they were standing at his door. Kakashi didn’t hesitate, leaning against his door and pulling him down into another kiss as Obito unlocked the door, walking Kakashi backward and letting the door close behind them, reaching back to lock it.
“Obito.” He blinked as Kakashi started pulling at his clothes, “fuck me.”
Seven.
“Yeah, definitely.”
They stumbled to his room and Obito pulled his shirt off before making Kakashi take his off, their pants following suit, and then Obito shoved him onto the bed crawling over him and pressing kisses into Kakashi’s skin, starting from his hips and moving up, taking a moment to nip and suck a nipple into his mouth while he used his fingers to tug at the other. He switched sides, eyes flicking up to look at Kakashi as his breaths came out in harsh gasps and Obito continued his trek up, dragging his teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck. Kakashi grabbed his hips and pulled him down, groaning and rocking his hips upward, “Obito, I need you.”
Obito swallowed and pressed a light kiss to his mouth before leaning over to grab lube and a condom, sitting up with them as he kneeled between Kakashi’s legs. He pulled his underwear off and lubed up a finger before leaning in, “tell me one more time.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
His first finger slid in slowly, Kakashi letting out an aborted gasp and Obito gave him a moment to adjust before moving in and out, slowly stretching him open and then following the same process with his second finger. It wasn’t until his third finger that he crooked his fingers upward, pressing against Kakashi’s prostate and watched as his back arched. He’d been in Kakashi’s position before, so many times, but this was the first time he got to see Kakashi like this. His eyes were bleary and he was grabbing at Obito, begging him and he had a bittersweet moment of knowing that this was going to be the last time he gets this.
He pressed in slowly, hands gripping Kakashi’s hips until he bottomed out, and Obito let out a shaky break as Kakashi let out a whine, “Obito, move, please.”
“S-sorry I… need a minute.”
Kakashi gave a breathless chuckle and clenched down, making Obito’s hips twitch and he fell forward, one hand catching his weight next to the other’s head. “Come on Obito, you know you’ve been wanting this.”
Obito scoffed because of course Kakashi would still find it in him to be a snarky shit. He pulled out and slammed back in, forcing a shout from Kakashi, and Obito smirked as he picked up a rapid pace. Kakashi threw his head back, hands grabbing at Obito’s waist and he angled his thrusts upward, watching as he quickly came undone. He took one of Kakashi’s hands and pressed it into the mattress, and he had a moment of realization. He wasn’t much bigger than Kakashi - couple of inches taller, couple of inches broader - but like this? He felt massive, like Kakashi was the smallest man he knew, and he loved it. A thrill shot down his spine and his hands tightened on both Kakashi’s hip and the hand he was pressing into the mattress as his thrusts sped up.
His breath was coming out in harsh gasps that were drowned out by each gasp and moan that was punched out of Kakashi. “Obi…fuck, please, I’m so close. Please.”
“You can touch yourself.”
He barely recognized his own voice and he felt a rush of power as Kakashi slid his hand down to his cock, jerking himself off to Obito’s pace and then he was coming, hard. His cum splattered across his own stomach and Obito started to slow when Kakashi shook his head, “don’t stop, please. Oh fuck, keep going.”
Obito was so close that he wasn’t going to last much longer anyway and he dropped down, pressing a final kiss to Kakashi as he came. He pulled back a bit, forehead resting against Kakashi’s and he slowly pulled out, pressing another kiss to the man’s collarbone, “I’m going to grab a towel.”
Kakashi gave a small nod and Obito was quick, coming back and cleaning him up carefully before crawling back into bed. Kakashi rolled, face pressed to Obito’s chest, arms wrapping around him as he fell asleep and Obito followed suit.
Eight.
He wasn’t surprised when he woke up alone but the ache in his chest hurt enough that tears welled up anyway.
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When they were still children Kakashi and Obito had gotten into easily the most ridiculous fight over Rin of all people (and boy had she been pissed when she found out) but that one fight made them stop talking for two of the longest weeks of Kakashi’s life. The stalemate had been broken by a tearful Obito who had all but begged Kakashi to hang out with him and he had given in immediately because he had been hours away from hunting the boy down himself.
Which was all to say that those two weeks had been nothing compared to the last month and a half. He was avoiding everyone at this point just so that he could avoid Obito because he wasn’t expecting the other to stop hanging out with their friends and he couldn’t face the other man. He knew that night was going to be a mistake, that he was too much of a fucking coward to just admit that he had actual fucking feelings for Obito. But a month and a half of not seeing his best friend had him-
“You look like shit.”
Yeah, that.
Kakashi looked up as Asuma and Tenzo sat down across from him, “thanks, I appreciate the kind words. How do you two know each other?”
Tenzo had been part of a group of friends that had very little contact with his bigger, main group of friends and only a couple of people actually knew him, Asuma not being one of them. The bigger man shrugged, “I asked Iruka if he knew where you were hiding and he said no but said that he might.”
“Did he threaten you?”
Tenzo raised an eyebrow, “no, he just told me how much of an idiot you were being.” He sighed and stood back up, “anyway, I’ll let you deal with him now.”
“Wait, don’t l- aaand he’s gone. Kakashi sighed and looked back at Asuma, “if you punch me please don’t aim for the face.”
The man rolled his eyes as he pulled out a cigarette, “Obito told me what happened.”
“Who else knows?”
“No one.” Asuma blew smoke in his face and Kakashi pulled away, “he’s been doing good at pretending that he’s fine but I know him too well so I got him drunk.”
“Cheap trick.”
“Not really, he’s not as much of a lightweight as he used to be.” Asuma huffed, “I actually gave up and took him home, was worried he was going to succumb to alcohol poisoning before he told me what was wrong, but,” he paused for a moment and dug out one of Kakashi’s masks from his pocket and tossed it at him, “I found this in his room and he broke down.”
Kakashi caught the mask and held it between his fingers, “how bad?”
“Haven’t seen him cry that hard since we watched Old Yeller a few years ago.” Kakashi ducked his head, remembering the absolute mess he’d been in when the movie had ended - and how mad he was that none of them told him the dog died at the end as if they were supposed to know that he had never seen the movie as a child. “Kakashi, you need to talk to him.”
“Naruto’s birthday is coming up this weekend, I’d never live it down if I missed it.”
“Guess that’ll have to do.”
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Obito had a penchant for being late to everything, it had been that way his entire life (including the day of his own birth, his mother liked to remind him) so when he showed up early to Minato and Kushina’s house to help them set up he shouldn’t have been surprised that they were both worried. “You managed to get here before Rin or Kakashi.”
He swallowed and looked sideways at Kushina as she handed him paper plates, “Kakashi is coming…?” She gave him an odd look, because of course he was coming to Naruto’s birthday, “I mean to help set up…”
“Oh well, yes.” Obito nodded and went back to setting the paper dishes and plastic cutlery where she wanted them, moving to grab the tablecloth next when she took his elbow, “Obito…”
“I’m okay.”
She stared at him for a long moment before letting him go with a nod - she didn’t believe him, that was obvious, but this wasn’t the time or place for a heart to heart, so she grabbed the other end of the tablecloth and helped him put it on the table. The door opened a moment later and Rin’s voice came up the stairs, “we brought the cake!”
He turned just as she walked up the steps and he met Kakashi’s gaze, tensing as he saw the other man holding the cake box. “Obito.”
“I’m going to help hang streamers.” He walked away and into the living room where Minato was unraveling streamers - most of the decorations were already up but these were supposed to be hung along the ceiling, “need help?”
“Would love it. We might need a third set of hands though,” he said as Obito climbed the step ladder and took one end of the streamers. “Did I hear Kakashi?”
“Right here, Sensei.”
Obito muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ that had Minato looking at him quickly but he focused on taping up the end of the streamer that he had in his hand. With the three of them it went by quickly and Obito looked around the room before grabbing the step stool and putting it in the closet. He turned around and choked on a surprised gasp when he found Kakashi standing right behind him, “jesus…”
“Can we talk?”
A flare of anger ran through him because seriously? Now he wants to talk? But the front door was opening and he could hear Naruto shouting from the opening, “now isn’t really a good time.”
“Obito ple-”
He pushed away from him, moving toward the commotion. Mikoto stood just at the top, Naruto and Sasuke on either side of her, and she smiled at him as he walked over, “wow, you survived both of them?”
“It’s good to see you, Obito. You don’t come to visit as often as you use too.”
“Sorry auntie,” he said, leaning down for a hug, “school is kicking my a- uh, butt…”
Naruto grabbed onto him and began climbing him like a tree, pulling himself up until he was clinging to his side, “come play with us! Uh…please.”
“Naruto, other kids are going to be here soon and Obito has been busy helping,” Kushina said, “you should give him a break.”
“It’s okay Kushina, I don’t mind.” He looked down at Sasuke who was staring up at him with a pout and he smiled, “do you want up too?” Sasuke looked away before side eyeing him and Naruto before holding up his arms and Obito leaned down and lifted him, carrying them both outside to the backyard. It wasn’t long before they were joined by more kids and at one point Obito found himself dog piled under the whole group of them, close to suffocating, when he was saved by Kushina yelling outside about food and cake, and then he was alone in the grass.
Rin leaned over him, “they left you in the dirt.”
“I am nothing but a discarded toy to those kids,” Obito lamented, taking Rin’s outstretched hand as he stood up and brushed himself off. He looked up toward the house and managed to catch Kakashi walking back inside, “wouldn’t be the first time.”
Rin frowned, “did something happen between you two?”
“It’s nothing. Come on, I want cake before those kids take all the good pieces.”
Obito spent the rest of the party casually avoiding being within the same ten feet of Kakashi and in general just not looking in his direction, the former being easy enough since he took it upon himself to keep the kids distracted in between any of the events and plans that Kushina had come up with. And then the party was over and Obito was left absolutely exhausted.
“Obito.” He looked over at Rin as she walked up to him, “I can’t stay for the clean up, but did you need a ride? You did a lot.”
“Nah, I promised I’d help with clean up. Drive home safe.” She nodded and he bent to give her a hug before starting to pull down the streamers. He heard someone come up behind him and the rustle of a garbage bag, “seems like a waste of work.”
“I agree.” Obito paused and looked down at Kakashi with a frown, “Obi, c-”
He took the bag from him, “you should start on the other end.”
“Obi, I just want to talk.”
He stepped down and lowered his voice, “almost two months, you’ve had plenty of chances. Just because Asuma went to talk to you.” Obito huffed and shoved the bag back into his hands, “I’ll start on the other end.” Based on the way Kakashi left him alone the rest of the night he figured he got the point across. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to him, for fucks sake he missed him! But really? A birthday party surrounded by kids and other adults?
“All we have left is getting the garbage out,” Kushina said with a relieved sigh, glancing at the four bags by the top of the stairs.
“I can take them out,” Obito offered, grabbing two of the bags, frowning when Kakashi grabbed the other two, staring him directly in the eyes. Pursing his lips, Obito walked outside with him and dumped his bags in the can, but a hand was grabbing his arm before he could walk away, “Kakashi.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want an apology.”
“Then what do you want?!”
“An explanation!”
Kakashi dropped his hand, “well I can’t give you that if you won’t stay still and listen!”
“Ambushing me at a party surrounded by people is not the place!”
“Well there’s not one around now!” Kakashi waved his arms around and if he weren’t so damn mad he would have found it funny because the silver haired man looked a little wild right now, but he turned his head away and bit down on his lip with a soft huff before looking back at him and motioning for him to go ahead. Kakashi took a deep breath and he could see him swallow before he pulled off his mask and shoved it in his pocket. “That night we babysat Naruto, you fell asleep first but you only fell on me because I pulled you down.” Obito blinked - he had wondered how that happened but had been too tired to really consider it. “And when Kushina made that comment I panicked.” Obito felt an ache in his chest and he looked away only to have Kakashi shift so they were looking at each other again, “I’ve liked you even before we started doing this thing, Obito, but I’m damaged and you don’t deserve s-”
Obito jabbed him in the chest with a finger, “you don’t get to decide what I deserve, I do. And none of this explains the night of Kurenai’s party.”
Kakashi took his hand, “I thought I could try, told myself I was just being a coward and at the very least you deserved something actionable. I knew if I went out and danced with you we’d end up where we did but I saw Genma with you and I just…” He took a breath and looked down at their hands and Obito let him gather his thoughts. Honestly this was probably the most at one time that Kakashi had said in one go, especially when his own emotions were at stake. Instead he focused on how cool Kakashi’s hand was, contrasting with how insanely warm his own hand felt. Both of them were sweating though, which was… gross. Obito made a mental note to wipe the hand sweat off on Kakashi when they were done here. “When I woke up before you did I felt…terrified and just…vulnerable and I couldn’t handle it.”
“Kakashi, I’ve seen you at your worst. My grandmother took you in after your father…”
He nodded, “I know but…” Three deep breaths in and out and Kakashi looked back up from their hands and back at his face, “Obito, will you go on a date with me?”
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“Minato, I think something is finally happening.” He hummed and walked over to where Kushina was standing in the kitchen, staring out the window that looked over their driveway, a sleeping Naruto in his arms. She glanced down at the boy, who was clinging onto a stuffie of a nine-tailed fox that Obito had given him, “they’ve been holding hands for a couple minutes…”
“We shouldn’t be watching…”
“Nonsense, they’re basically our children. Who do you think will kiss who first? My bet is on Kakashi.”
“Mmm…Obito.”
“Really?” She looked back at him with a brow raised only to whip her head back when he pointed out the window, catching it just in time to watch Obito pull Kakashi into a kiss by the front of his shirt. “Oh!”
Minato gave a soft laugh and wrapped an arm around her waist, “alright, time to go.” He pulled them away and she huffed, following him to put Naruto to bed.
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Two weeks and eight dates later. Obito found himself in a familiar position, Kakashi pinned underneath him, one hand holding onto his and pressing it into the mattress. They were both naked, panting hard, and there was a spattering of hickies leading up from Kakashi’s hips to his chest and neck, “you sure about this?”
Kakashi huffed, “if you ask me one more time I’m going to flip you over and ride you.” He felt his cock twitch and apparently did the other because he raised a brow, “Obito Uchiha, you pervert.”
“Shut up! You read smut in public!” He let out a surprised shout when Kakashi rolled them, pinning Obito’s hips to the bed and grabbing the lube. “Hey wa- oh fuck,” his head dropped back onto the pillow as Kakashi slicked up his cock before moving to sink down, “h-hey w-wait, you’re no-” he choked on his breath as he slid down.
“I prepped myself earlier,” Kakashi said, breathlessly, stopping only when he bottomed out and they were flush together. Cool hands slid down Obito’s chest and stomach, muscles flinching at the gentle touch and then Kakashi was lifting himself up and sliding himself back down. Obito grabbed Kakashi’s hips, biting down on his lip as he brought his knees up as Kakashi dropped back down. “Oh fuck, Obito…”
“Well don’t stop now,” Obito said, gripping harder and pulling him down again, punching a moan out of him and then pushing him back up, “on top and still gonna make me do all the work?”
“Sh-shut up, Obi.”
“Make me.”
Kakashi glared at him before lifting himself and dropping down at a rather surprising speed that had Obito’s back arching and his fingertips leaving bruises into his hips. His hand slid from Kakashi’s hip to his ass, squeezing tight for a moment before sliding them up his back and along his ribs. “Obi, touch me, please.”
He wanted to tease him, ask him where or tell him he already was, but he was so close and like hell was he going to come first in this situation. Obito circled the tip of Kakashi’s cock, spreading precum down to the base before matching the pace Kakashi had going. His pace faltered and Obito started lifting his hips to help and then Kakashi was falling forward with a groan as he came, catching himself on Obito’s chest. His thighs were shaking, Obito could feel them trembling under his hands, and he sat up slowly, pressing kisses up his neck and to his jaw, “just a little more baby.”
Kakashi let out a shuddering sigh as he continued with Obito’s help, the latter nipping and kissing at every inch of skin he could reach at the moment. His stomach tightened and he panted into Kakashi’s neck as he came, arms sliding around Kakashi’s waist, holding him. Gentle fingers ran through his hair, stroking gently from the top of his head to the base of his neck before repeating the motion. “Obito.” He hummed into his neck and let Kakashi pull his head away, staring up at him, “I love you.”
Obito felt a slow, stupid smile cross his face, “I love you too.”