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[ObiKaka][30 Kisses]Prompt 14: Radio Cassette Player
Title: Explosions
30 Kisses Prompt #14: Radio Cassette Player
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG (for boys making out)
Summary: Obito goes over to Kakashi’s to explore what it means to be “more than friends.”
Warnings: There are none, but you are warned that this is silly.
Obito was at home, drinking tea with his mother when Kakashi’s note had arrived. He hadn’t written much, but he hadn’t needed to. Obito left his home immediately, and ran towards Kakashi’s place. Obito was excited. Kakashi was interested, and wanted to see him. And not as friends.
Music was playing in the kitchen when Obito arrived. Kakashi opened the door, and offered him tea. They sat down, both only politely sipping their tea before falling into silence as music played in the background.
It was an awkward moment. Obito was unsure how to proceed. The tea they were meant to be drinking was cooling rapidly as he sat in silence next to his friend. The colder the tea became, the stranger the mood felt.
“Maybe I should go?”
“No, no don’t,” Kakashi said. “It’s not like we’re—”
“No! Not at all!” Obito said, nodding furiously. “We’re just. I mean, I’m just here because I thought. Um. Oh gees maybe I should go, Kakashi, I’m not very good at—”
“Stay,” Kakashi said, his voice calmer then he looked. The young man turned to Obito. “You should, you know. I know you want to.”
“W-want to what?” Obito asked, his voice squeaking.
“Want to take the mask off,” Kakashi said. Obito heard the tremble in his friend’s voice. It made him feel a little more comfortable. Sliding over closer to Kakashi, Obito touched the fabric carefully with his finger. He was fairly certain he felt Kakashi shudder, but was also pretty certain he was making that up.
Obito swallowed. “I. Well. I do. Want to take off your mask. Are you sure it’s okay? I mean, I don’t want to, I mean that is if you’re unsure, I could just—”
“You can’t kiss me with my face covered by the mask,” Kakashi muttered.
“I-I could!” Obito replied, blushing furiously. “But I don’t think we’d really like that, would we?”
“I know I would not care for it,” Kakashi replied. “It would be somewhat pointless.”
“Fine. I’m going to take off your mask now.”
“Okay,” Kakashi said.
Obito paused for a moment, then slowly and carefully drew the mask down and away from his friend’s face. He was careful with it, knowing that Kakashi offering to let him do this was an honor. Obito’s heart pounded harder as he was able to see his friend’s face so clearly. It was a rare occasion that he hoped would quickly become something more regular.
“You know,” Obito whispered. “I’ve always wanted you to take this mask off. Now . . . no. Not so much.”
“Why?” Kakashi asked, his voice soft. He leaned forward, looking into his friend’s eyes. Obito was glad he was sitting, because the look on Kakashi’s face made his legs feel like jelly.
“Because now this? Is for me,” Obito said. “And only me.”
“You’re a sap,” Kakashi said, smirking. Obito just grinned more.
“I mean it!” he said. “I like that I can see your smile.”
He felt more relaxed now, leaning towards Kakashi. His heart was racing again, fast and furious as he kissed Kakashi softly. It sent a thrill through him, and he pulled away only a little to look at Kakashi’s face.
“Is that all?” Kakashi whispered.
“Do . . . do you want more?” Obito asked.
“Yes,” Kakashi replied softly, moving forward to drape his arm over Obito’s shoulder. Obito felt Kakashi’s lips against his cheek, and blushed again. “Kiss me again, Obito.”
Leaning forward, Obito put his arms around Kakashi’s waist. His lips slightly parted, Obito kissed Kakashi, this time daring to slip his tongue into Kakashi’s mouth. He felt Kakashi jerk back in surprise, and started to pull away. Kakashi pulled Obito back, returning the favor by slipping his tongue into Obito’s mouth.
Fumbling, Obito was surprised when Kakashi pushed him down onto the couch. Pinned underneath Kakashi, Obito felt his heart race in his chest. It was thrilling, but when his head fell back, it collided with the arm of the couch with a dull thud.
“Obito!” Kakashi said, gasping for breath. He looked down on Obito, his face flushed and filled with a look of worry. Obito laughed weakly, wondering if his face was similarly red.
“I’m, uhh, fine,” he said, grinning. His head had a dull ache, but it wasn’t serious. Obito’s hand rubbed the back of Kakashi’s neck. “Are you stopping?”
“You’re hurt,” Kakashi said. “Maybe we should—”
“I’m fine!” Obito said, pulling Kakashi back down and kissing him. “See? I feel better already.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes, but smiled. Obito grinned as they kissed again, a little less frantically, enjoying it. Slowly, Obito slid his hand down the front of Kakashi’s shirt, fingers finding the nub of a nipple under the fabric. Obito toyed with the nipple, wondering at Kakashi squirming on top of him.
“Mmm, Obito, stop that,” Kakashi breathed. “It’s too fast.”
“But you like it?’ Obito said, opening his eyes partially to look up at Kakashi’s face. His finger brushed against the nub again, and Kakashi stifled a noise.
“Yes, but—”
There was a loud noise In the kitchen that made them both jump, startled. Obito jerked so suddenly, that Kakashi toppled off of him, hitting his head against the coffee table.
“Kakashi!”
“Obito you idiot,” Kakashi said, groaning from the floor. Obito got off the couch to help Kakashi up, checking his head for any sign of injury.
“Kakashi, oh man are you okay?!” Obito asked. “You’re head’s not bleeding, thank God! But are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Kakashi said, rubbing his head. “What happened in the kitchen?”
“I dunno,” Obito said. “You want me to check it out?”
“Yeah,” Kakashi said, sitting up. “Get me a bag of ice too?”
Obito nodded, and dashed into the kitchen. It smelled like smoke, and on the counter where Kakashi had his tape player, there was a smoking hunk of plastic. Obito stared in horror.
“What happened in there?” Kakashi yelled out. Obito groaned.
“Your tape player exploded,” Obito yelled back. He sighed. “Man, this sucks. Nice job, tape player, you killed the mood.”
“What was that?!”
“Uhh, nothing! Talking to myself!” Obito found Kakashi’s kitchen towels, and carefully picked up the smoldering mess, and dumped it into the sink. He let the tap run while he fished out a bag from Kakashi’s cabinets, and filled it with ice. Finishing, he turned off the tap, and went back to Kakashi, gently placing the ice on his head.
“I’m really sorry,” Obito said. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Kakashi replied. “Just a bump. We were getting carried away anyhow.”
“It wasn’t that bad—”
“Slow, Obito,” Kakashi said. “Kissing is fine but I don’t know about anything else.”
Obito sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine, I’m not trying to push you, anyway.” Obito smiled when Kakashi’s hand joined his own that was holding the ice in place on Kakashi’s head. Kakashi’s hand was warm, and it made him happy.
“You enjoyed it, right?” Obito asked. Kakashi snorted.
“It was awful,” Kakashi replied.
“Well, if it was that bad, we shouldn’t do it anymore,” Obito said.
“Idiot,” Kakashi replied. “If you want to get better, you need to practice.” Kakashi turned his head to look at Obito, smirking. At some point, he’d moved the mask back in place, but Obito knew what those lips looked like under the mask. It didn’t matter, he didn’t need to see them anymore.
“Oh. So in this you’ll train me?”
“I wouldn’t want anyone else to train you,” Kakashi said. “What if they did a bad job?”
“Well, you’d better train me well. Don’t let me down, Kakashi-sensei.” Obito’s voice dissolved into a fit of laughter at the end. Kakashi just gave him a look of disgust.
“Like I’d ever be anyone’s teacher.”
“Oh?” Obito said. “I like the sound of Kakashi-sensei.”
“Oh shut up.”
30 Kisses Prompt #14: Radio Cassette Player
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG (for boys making out)
Summary: Obito goes over to Kakashi’s to explore what it means to be “more than friends.”
Warnings: There are none, but you are warned that this is silly.
Obito was at home, drinking tea with his mother when Kakashi’s note had arrived. He hadn’t written much, but he hadn’t needed to. Obito left his home immediately, and ran towards Kakashi’s place. Obito was excited. Kakashi was interested, and wanted to see him. And not as friends.
Music was playing in the kitchen when Obito arrived. Kakashi opened the door, and offered him tea. They sat down, both only politely sipping their tea before falling into silence as music played in the background.
It was an awkward moment. Obito was unsure how to proceed. The tea they were meant to be drinking was cooling rapidly as he sat in silence next to his friend. The colder the tea became, the stranger the mood felt.
“Maybe I should go?”
“No, no don’t,” Kakashi said. “It’s not like we’re—”
“No! Not at all!” Obito said, nodding furiously. “We’re just. I mean, I’m just here because I thought. Um. Oh gees maybe I should go, Kakashi, I’m not very good at—”
“Stay,” Kakashi said, his voice calmer then he looked. The young man turned to Obito. “You should, you know. I know you want to.”
“W-want to what?” Obito asked, his voice squeaking.
“Want to take the mask off,” Kakashi said. Obito heard the tremble in his friend’s voice. It made him feel a little more comfortable. Sliding over closer to Kakashi, Obito touched the fabric carefully with his finger. He was fairly certain he felt Kakashi shudder, but was also pretty certain he was making that up.
Obito swallowed. “I. Well. I do. Want to take off your mask. Are you sure it’s okay? I mean, I don’t want to, I mean that is if you’re unsure, I could just—”
“You can’t kiss me with my face covered by the mask,” Kakashi muttered.
“I-I could!” Obito replied, blushing furiously. “But I don’t think we’d really like that, would we?”
“I know I would not care for it,” Kakashi replied. “It would be somewhat pointless.”
“Fine. I’m going to take off your mask now.”
“Okay,” Kakashi said.
Obito paused for a moment, then slowly and carefully drew the mask down and away from his friend’s face. He was careful with it, knowing that Kakashi offering to let him do this was an honor. Obito’s heart pounded harder as he was able to see his friend’s face so clearly. It was a rare occasion that he hoped would quickly become something more regular.
“You know,” Obito whispered. “I’ve always wanted you to take this mask off. Now . . . no. Not so much.”
“Why?” Kakashi asked, his voice soft. He leaned forward, looking into his friend’s eyes. Obito was glad he was sitting, because the look on Kakashi’s face made his legs feel like jelly.
“Because now this? Is for me,” Obito said. “And only me.”
“You’re a sap,” Kakashi said, smirking. Obito just grinned more.
“I mean it!” he said. “I like that I can see your smile.”
He felt more relaxed now, leaning towards Kakashi. His heart was racing again, fast and furious as he kissed Kakashi softly. It sent a thrill through him, and he pulled away only a little to look at Kakashi’s face.
“Is that all?” Kakashi whispered.
“Do . . . do you want more?” Obito asked.
“Yes,” Kakashi replied softly, moving forward to drape his arm over Obito’s shoulder. Obito felt Kakashi’s lips against his cheek, and blushed again. “Kiss me again, Obito.”
Leaning forward, Obito put his arms around Kakashi’s waist. His lips slightly parted, Obito kissed Kakashi, this time daring to slip his tongue into Kakashi’s mouth. He felt Kakashi jerk back in surprise, and started to pull away. Kakashi pulled Obito back, returning the favor by slipping his tongue into Obito’s mouth.
Fumbling, Obito was surprised when Kakashi pushed him down onto the couch. Pinned underneath Kakashi, Obito felt his heart race in his chest. It was thrilling, but when his head fell back, it collided with the arm of the couch with a dull thud.
“Obito!” Kakashi said, gasping for breath. He looked down on Obito, his face flushed and filled with a look of worry. Obito laughed weakly, wondering if his face was similarly red.
“I’m, uhh, fine,” he said, grinning. His head had a dull ache, but it wasn’t serious. Obito’s hand rubbed the back of Kakashi’s neck. “Are you stopping?”
“You’re hurt,” Kakashi said. “Maybe we should—”
“I’m fine!” Obito said, pulling Kakashi back down and kissing him. “See? I feel better already.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes, but smiled. Obito grinned as they kissed again, a little less frantically, enjoying it. Slowly, Obito slid his hand down the front of Kakashi’s shirt, fingers finding the nub of a nipple under the fabric. Obito toyed with the nipple, wondering at Kakashi squirming on top of him.
“Mmm, Obito, stop that,” Kakashi breathed. “It’s too fast.”
“But you like it?’ Obito said, opening his eyes partially to look up at Kakashi’s face. His finger brushed against the nub again, and Kakashi stifled a noise.
“Yes, but—”
There was a loud noise In the kitchen that made them both jump, startled. Obito jerked so suddenly, that Kakashi toppled off of him, hitting his head against the coffee table.
“Kakashi!”
“Obito you idiot,” Kakashi said, groaning from the floor. Obito got off the couch to help Kakashi up, checking his head for any sign of injury.
“Kakashi, oh man are you okay?!” Obito asked. “You’re head’s not bleeding, thank God! But are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Kakashi said, rubbing his head. “What happened in the kitchen?”
“I dunno,” Obito said. “You want me to check it out?”
“Yeah,” Kakashi said, sitting up. “Get me a bag of ice too?”
Obito nodded, and dashed into the kitchen. It smelled like smoke, and on the counter where Kakashi had his tape player, there was a smoking hunk of plastic. Obito stared in horror.
“What happened in there?” Kakashi yelled out. Obito groaned.
“Your tape player exploded,” Obito yelled back. He sighed. “Man, this sucks. Nice job, tape player, you killed the mood.”
“What was that?!”
“Uhh, nothing! Talking to myself!” Obito found Kakashi’s kitchen towels, and carefully picked up the smoldering mess, and dumped it into the sink. He let the tap run while he fished out a bag from Kakashi’s cabinets, and filled it with ice. Finishing, he turned off the tap, and went back to Kakashi, gently placing the ice on his head.
“I’m really sorry,” Obito said. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Kakashi replied. “Just a bump. We were getting carried away anyhow.”
“It wasn’t that bad—”
“Slow, Obito,” Kakashi said. “Kissing is fine but I don’t know about anything else.”
Obito sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine, I’m not trying to push you, anyway.” Obito smiled when Kakashi’s hand joined his own that was holding the ice in place on Kakashi’s head. Kakashi’s hand was warm, and it made him happy.
“You enjoyed it, right?” Obito asked. Kakashi snorted.
“It was awful,” Kakashi replied.
“Well, if it was that bad, we shouldn’t do it anymore,” Obito said.
“Idiot,” Kakashi replied. “If you want to get better, you need to practice.” Kakashi turned his head to look at Obito, smirking. At some point, he’d moved the mask back in place, but Obito knew what those lips looked like under the mask. It didn’t matter, he didn’t need to see them anymore.
“Oh. So in this you’ll train me?”
“I wouldn’t want anyone else to train you,” Kakashi said. “What if they did a bad job?”
“Well, you’d better train me well. Don’t let me down, Kakashi-sensei.” Obito’s voice dissolved into a fit of laughter at the end. Kakashi just gave him a look of disgust.
“Like I’d ever be anyone’s teacher.”
“Oh?” Obito said. “I like the sound of Kakashi-sensei.”
“Oh shut up.”