“I’m home,” Kakashi called, taking his sandals off. He could hear the faint crying sounds of an upset woman from the living room.
Faintly, he could hear Iruka call out, “How was your day?”
The chuunin’s voice was raised, just loud enough to be heard in the kitchen. Warmth settled low in his stomach, not really arousal, but not entirely innocent either. If Iruka was home, then the soap opera playing likely meant that Tenzou was also home. Kakashi dropped his gloves on the kitchen table, something that always made Iruka sigh and look at him pointedly, with a clink as the metal on them hit the wood and wandered into the living room.
“It was alright,” Kakashi said as he took in the sight that greeted him.
Both of his people were in there, sitting on the couch together. Tenzou’s face peeked over the top Iruka’s shoulder, the side of his face framed by Iruka’s ponytail, as he watched a woman on screen fight with her husband over him getting another woman pregnant. Iruka was sitting on Tenzou’s lap, his knees braced on either side of his hips, reading a thick book with his arms resting on the back of the couch and Tenzou’s shoulders.
Kakashi smiled when he saw that both of Tenzou’s hands were holding Iruka’s behind. Every once in a while, Tenzou would squeeze a bit and then relax his grip.
“Are you alright?” He asked Tenzou, carding his fingers through the quiet man’s hair.
Iruka caught his eye and mouthed something quickly. Well. Tenzou did tend to do this when he was upset, so he could have guessed, but he also enjoyed this kind of contact if he was in a good mood. It was comforting according to the other man. All of Kakashi’s thoughts of anything sexual occurring for the night went down the drain. The other ANBU operative huffed out a long sigh, burying the side of his face against Iruka’s neck without looking away from the television.
“Just had a long day,” Tenzou said, kneading the palm of his hands on Iruka’s butt.
Kakashi tried not to laugh at his earnest butt holding. Iruka gave him a look and folded his book in one hand to pet the fine hairs at the base of Tenzou’s head. He held up his hands, palms face out, and crinkled his eye shut at Iruka.
“How about I just start dinner?” He asked, leaning down to give Iruka a peck on the lips. Kakashi walked around the couch to give Tenzou a kiss as well, then wandered into the kitchen.
Uncapping some oil and drizzling some into a pan, Kakashi hummed under his breath, letting the soap opera settle into a buzz in the background. The apartment always felt warmest when they were all together.
