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Naruto’s standing outside Kakashi’s apartment, hand raised to knock on the door when he gets an idea.
Kakashi had been out on a mission for over a month and Naruto had heard a rumor that he’d gotten back sometime early this morning, meaning the man was probably passed out in bed still.
A smirk pulls at his face as Naruto remembers all the times he’d been rudely awakened by the Jonin knocking at his bedroom window, refusing to take no for an answer as he dragged Naruto off to finish a mission report or do something equally boring.
The man was overdue for a taste of his own medicine.
Containing the urge to snicker, Naruto sneaks around the corner of the building; chakra in his feet gluing him to the wall as he makes certain that he has the correct window. From where he’s pressed back against the wall he can see the bright orange cover of the original Icha-Icha Paradise book on the nightstand, confirming that this was in fact the Copy Ninja’s window and not some poor civilian he was about to try and scare.
Practically vibrating with excitement, Naruto swings around to press his face against cool glass. Gleefully calling out his sensei’s name as he knocks loudly on the window, expecting to see a startled mess of silver hair tumble out of the bed directly below him.
To his disappointment, the room seems to be empty.
He’s a little put out about the failed prank before noticing that the window’s ajar, most likely left open to air out the room. So there was still a chance Kakashi was home, just not asleep in bed like Naruto had assumed, and since the Jonin hadn’t come over to the window already he might be passed out in the living room somewhere.
Despite his loud arrival Naruto’s still careful to silently slide the window open just enough for him to crawl into the room; carefully creeping to the bedroom door. Naruto’s giddy again as he jumps into the room, yelling loudly enough that even if the man was awake in the home somewhere it would surely startle him.
There’s still no reaction though.
Huffing, Naruto pokes around a bit, checking the bathroom and spare room to be sure that he’s alone in the apartment. He is. Kakashi’s gear is by the door though, so the Copy Ninja was back from his mission but apparently out for the moment.
Trudging back to the bedroom Naruto’s about to leave the way he came in as he realizes something. This is the first time he’s actually seen Kakashi’s bedroom. Naruto had only been in Kakashi’s living room a handful of times, normally not needing to make it past the doorway before he was dragging the man off to train or pay up on a promise to buy the blond ramen.
Blue eyes bounce around the room, actually looking at it for the first time. It was pretty plain honestly, not too different from how Kakashi’s living room was. Eventually his eyes land on Mr.Ukki who’s perched on the windowsill; walking closer Naruto smiles fondly at the freshly watered plant. Kakashi had said he’d been taking care of it whenever the blond asked but Naruto had always kind of assumed Kakashi had killed it years ago and was just covering it up since Naruto had never seen it in his apartment before.
A hand comes up to absentmindedly rub at the fluttering feeling that rises in his chest at seeing the plant so well cared for before he’s forcing his gaze to wander elsewhere to distract himself from it.
They land on the bed this time, directly below the window. Fingers brush the shuriken patterned comforter; the decoration feels out of place in the otherwise bare room. It’s a little cliché, a ninja having ninja tools as home decor, but it’s also strangely...cute. Definitely not something he would expect Kakashi to own.
His eyes glance to the clock on the far wall as he lets himself flop onto the bed. Maybe he could salvage this prank and wait for Kakashi to get back and surprise the man from inside his apartment.
A small part of Naruto suggests that trying to scare the sharingan wielding ex-ANBU is one, not a good idea for his health and two, might earn him some retaliation in the future. But he’s got the day off and pestering Kakashi had really been all he had planned for the day.
Forming a quick hand sign, there’s a puff of smoke as two shadow clones appear next to the bed.
“Take turns using sage mode to track Kakashi-Sensei’s chakra and let me know when he’s getting close.” The clones look excited with the task before mock saluting the Naruto that’s still laying on the bed and exiting through the open window, leaving him alone in Kakash’s bedroom.
Minutes pass and still nothing.
It’s not like he didn’t expect to have to wait a bit for Kakashi to come back but not knowing where in town the man currently was was frustrating. He should have told one of the clones to dispel at some point to give him updates.
Rolling further onto the bed Naruto huffs into the soft fabric, spreading his limbs out across the sheets, only now realizing how much bigger the bed is than his own. He feels his cheeks dust with color as he thinks about how it’s big enough for two people to share. This starts a train of thought that Naruto’s unable to stop as his restless mind picks at the idea.
Kakashi slept in this bed and did...other things in it too.
A tanned hand presses into the material of the mattress curiously. He’d always expected Kakashi to be the type to sleep on a hard unyielding bed, the bare minimum for comfort, but it’s surprisingly pillowy; giving easily under his fingers. It’d probably feel good to...do stuff on.
The imagery the thought conjures up catches Naruto by surprise, warmth pricking at his skin as he shifts uncomfortably against the bed. He needs to stop but the images are still dancing under closed eyelids as Naruto buries his face deeper into the sheets, trying to think of anything else.
He immediately regrets the action. Because the bed still smells like Kakashi and as he inhales the familiar scent of ozone and damp earth Naruto shudders. Unconsciously pressing himself flush against the mattress, his breath hitches slightly as he feels himself start to get turned on.
He shouldn’t do this here; more specifically he absolutely cannot do this here, in Kakashi’s room where the Jonin could walk in at any moment.
The part of Naruto that’s trying to convince him to grind his hardening length into the bed reminds him that he has shadow clones tracking Kakashi and that if the man gets near the apartment they’ve been told to alert him. Which he had honestly already forgotten about; it helps take the edge off the panic that’d started to build up in him but Naruto knows even without the fear of being caught, this is still wrong on so many levels.
He really needs to get up and leave, but pulling himself away from the bed is more difficult than he’d expected.
It’s been weeks since he’s seen Kakashi and, even knowing he was already back in the village and safe, the scent on the sheets is oddly comforting, and arousing, Naruto’s quickly reminded as his hips involuntarily jerk forward at the next deep breath he takes. The motion has him hissing through clenched teeth as it drags his clothed erection against the bed. Chasing the friction, his hips thrust against the bed again and before Naruto can stop himself he’s rhythmically grinding his dick into the soft mattress under him, breath coming out in pants as he tries to remember why he shouldn’t be doing this.
The first time the jonin’s name spills from his lips it’s an accident, much like the rest of Naruto’s current situation. The next several times though the name is accompanied with purposeful images of the man in question as Naruto ruts against the mattress; the thought of slim hands holding him still as the silver haired man fucks him into the bed has Naruto muffling a moan against the sheets.
It’s not hard to picture, Naruto’s imagined similar scenarios a dozen times at least, dick in hand. He wishes he could say it was just a recurring fantasy but he already knew his feelings towards the Jonin ran much deeper.
He’d been aware of them for a while but only in Kakashi’s recent absence had he started to allow himself to explore thoughts like this about the man. Well, while he was conscious anyway. Kakashi had been the focus of many dreams that had him waking up to soiled sheets for a while now.
The last month had been like a dam breaking though, all the feelings he’d been trying to ignore crashing down around him as he let himself think about what it’d be like to have the Jonin’s hands on him.
Naruto groans as he forces his hips to still, breath huffing back at him as he pants against the bed. He can’t risk messing up Kakashi’s sheets but he really really needs his dick out of his pants like, now.
Quickly rolling onto his back Naruto’s half way to getting his pants pushed down around his thighs when he looks around the room, suddenly remembering where he is.
Right. Kakashi’s bedroom. Where he also did stuff like this.
Naruto’s dick throbs at the thought as his mind conjures up the image of Kakashi, frantically chasing his own release, on the same bed that Naruto’s on now. His ears burn as he lingers on the image and thinks about how Kakashi would touch himself, alone in this bed, also wishing someone else was here instead of just his own hand.
Shaky fingers hook under the elastic of his boxers as Naruto drags them down to meet orange pants tangled around his legs; gasping as cool air hits his aching cock. A warm hand wraps around it quickly though as Naruto uses all his will power to stay focused and not immediately cave into thrusting up into the firm hold like he desperately wants to. Taking a shuddering breath he tries to calm himself down enough to think.
What would Kakashi do if he had him in his bed like this.
The hand on his dick moves up and down the length of it almost lazily, in no rush as another hand finds the hem of his shirt and pushes it up high on his chest to reveal smooth skin before nails rake back down across Naruto’s stomach; catching on a sharp hip. Imagining it being Kakashi’s hands doing this to him has small needy sounds already forcing their way from Naruto’s throat as his hips twitch impatiently into his own hand.
A firm palm presses at his hip, keeping Naruto still against the mattress as the hand on his dick refuses to speed up. Kakashi’s name comes out as a sob as Naruto’s dick eagerly leaks precome over his fingers, thumb rubbing small circles across the head of his dick, encouraging more to bead up as it picks up the pace a little with the added lubrication.
With both his hands preoccupied though there’s nothing to stop the increasingly urgent sounds that Naruto’s quickly losing the ability to keep quiet as the fantasy in his mind takes over. Tanned thighs spread as the Kakashi he’s imagining touching him like this hotly murmurs something about the blond taking his cock as slim fingers slide off his hip to knock his legs open further as Kakashi settles between them.
He only has a second to wish he’d taken the time to look around the bedroom for lube before the obsceness of fingering himself on Kakashi’s bed catches up with him, gasping as his dick twitches in his hand, clearly onboard with the idea of defiling the man's bed even more than he already was.
Naruto presses back into the mattress, imagining that it’s from the weight of the Jonin holding him down as the hand on his dick speeds up, finally caving, letting himself thrust into the touch. Heat coils in his gut as he imagines looking up into hungry mismatched eyes; biting down into his free hand to muffle the way he yells out Kakashi’s name as hot ropes of cum land across his stomach.
Laying bonelessly against the bed, Naruto’s labored breathing suddenly feels far too loud in the empty room. His sluggish mind suddenly remembers the open window as he comes back to awareness and hears birds outside. A knot forms in his stomach; he really should have closed that.
But it’s not like Naruto had been planning on doing this. Something about being surrounded with the familiar smell that was so Kakashi mixed together with his recent...discoveries about himself and how badly he wanted the man had him too caught up in getting off to care.
He considered himself a healthy teenager, with a healthy interest in things like sex but Kakashi’s recent absence had his brain mixing up the aching in his chest that he felt when he was near the Jonin with the aching in his dick and he hadn’t really considered until now how that might be a problem when face to face with the man.
Glancing down, Naruto's relieved to see everything seems to have landed on him and not on Kakashi’s clean sheets; something he’d forgotten to be concerned about a moment ago.
He’s really not sure how he’d have gone about trying to clean them before the man came home if it had gotten on the bed, positive that Kakashi would notice if he washed his comforter and hung it out to dry.
Still dazed, Naruto reaches out blindly to the bedside table and is surprised when his hand lands on a tissue box like he’d been expecting. Except, this was Kakashi’s room, not his own and these were Kakashi’s tissues within reach of the bed.
Even after everything he’d imagined the man doing to him, the very clear implication of keeping tissues so close to the bed still sends a shiver through Naruto as his dick twitches like it’s interested in exploring that thought more.
He’s quick to shake the mental images away this time though. It was a miracle he hadn’t been interrupted before, he shouldn't push his luck.
Grabbing a handful of tissues, Naruto’s careful not to let any of the mess streaked across his stomach spill onto the sheets as he cleans himself up. Swinging his legs off the bed as he stands, Naruto carefully wraps the incriminating evidence in a couple more tissues before looking around the room for somewhere to dispose of them, noticing a small trash can next to Kakashi’s desk full of crumpled papers.
Perfect.
Digging through it a bit Naruto hides the ruined tissues deeper amongst the papers, pleased with his own cleverness at not leaving them on top of the trash where they’d be easily noticed if Kakashi was to take the trash out.
Grimacing at the tacky texture still covering his hand he quickly heads to the bathroom to wash his hands, making sure to use his unsoiled hand to open any doors.
After Naruto triple checks that there’s no evidence of what he’d just done left on him, he turns to leave but a hamper in the corner of the small bathroom catches his eye. He picks up a large navy sweatshirt from the bin, feeling weirdly drawn to it. As he absentmindedly brings the garment up to his face, he inhales the smell of fresh crackling lightning and rain; confirming that these were clothes Kakashi must have changed out of upon getting home.
He honestly hadn’t realized Kakashi had a scent that he would recognize until now, but with the soft fabric still pressed to his face, Naruto struggles with what to do next.
Surely Kakashi wouldn’t miss one shirt, he owned a ton of them anyway. Naruto lets his thoughts drift to how frequently him and Kakashi seemed to be on clashing mission schedules lately, each of them being personally requested for while the other was out on a different mission.
It’s the thought of not seeing Kakashi again for weeks that has Naruto walking out of the bathroom with the shirt in hand.
It would be fine, Kakashi would probably assume he’d lost it or already washed it, at least that’s what Naruto tells himself to calm his nerves about taking something from the apartment. His brain reminds him that it’s called stealing because there was no way he’d ever be able to just casually give the shirt back.
The thought of having to ask Kakashi for another dirty shirt in the future when this one stops smelling like him crawls into Naruto’s mind, making him feel a little creepy and almost consider putting the shirt back.
Almost.
Upon reentering the bedroom Naruto scrutinizes the bed, remaking it until it looks exactly like how he’d found it. Giving the whole room another once over he nods to himself, satisfied that it looked like he was never there.
Naruto swiftly shuts the window before fleeing the scene, he really needs a proper shower and to clear his head a bit before he even thinks about trying to face Kakashi.