... Oh. You again. //English, private//

Ah. That'd been a good workout. His muscles were burning, slightly sore, just as they should be after lifting those weights in the machine room. Smiling, duffel bag over his shoulder, Kakashi entered the boys' locker rooms, set down his duffel bag, and discarded the sweaty tank top before opening his locker.

Minato walked down the hall from the dojo, groaning and working out the aches in his muscles. He'd been working out harder than usual this week, in a constant state of cramp and hunger and soreness that suited him just fine. Much better than the thoughts he was entertaining about a certain tall guy with very soft lips and large hands. Kushina had started asking questions. It wouldn't do at all.
Ready for a good, long, cold shower, Minato pushed open the door to the locker room and froze when he saw the slim back and silver hair.

Of course, while Kakashi was rummaging about in his locker, his shoulders flexed now and then, the light highlighting the already drastic contrast between the pale skin and black tattoo covering his shoulder blades. He didn't even hear Minato entering, humming one of the new songs to himself.

Fuck. Fuck. In his mind's eye, he was back there, on that hard floor, getting kissed and touched like he really wanted.. needed...
A sharp gasp escaped Minato.

That, he heard, and turned around, then froze. Oh...

"Hey.." he opted for a small, friendly smile.

Godfucking dammit. Now he couldn't even turn around and just leave.
"Hi," Minato said very neutrally.
Well, if Kakashi could play at that game, so could he. Minato went inside would-be casually and started getting out his shower gear.

A small, trying-for-discrete cough. "So. Hows training going?" silence would just be too awkward. He got out his stuff as well, then dropped the shorts.

Fuck. Why couldn't he keep his fucking clothes on? Goddammit. Damn, damn, damn, damnfuckshitdamn..
"Ah, s'fine. I'm.. trying a bit harder now. Gotta keep up with 'Shina, ya know. Heh."

"Ah. Yeah, I do. She really packs a punch." a small grin, and he dropped his briefs, too, all naked now, as he grabbed his shampoo and towel form the bench.

Very much against his will, Minato had to suppress a small shudder...
he closed his eyes and thought very hard of his girlfriend's boobs.

"She's soon going to the test for the first Dan, isn't she? It's gone so fast.... Heh," he grinned. "No wonder when she's that determined." under the nearest shower head after putting the towel on the towel rack, and he turned on it on, closing his eyes as the water splashed down his face and body.

Tits, tits, tits, Minato chanted like a mantra inside his head.
"Yeah. She's a hell of a fighter. Give her half a year and she can wipe the floor with me, any day," Minato said, slightly breathlessly, and started pulling off his clothes, automatically going through the showering motions like so many times before.

"And probably me, too." he agreed, smiling and soaping up his short-ish hair. (well, that which wasn't only a fraction of an inch in length)

"Very probably." Minato sauntered into the shower very casually, deliberately not looking at Kakashi. He ran a shower and stepped under the spray with a soft sigh.

"Shes very determined, that's for sure." a fond smile, washing out the shampoo again.

"She's awesome," Minato declared. "I'm really lucky she said yes to marrying me." Yeah - time to drop that bomb (and remind himself where he was going with his life. Not what happened last week.)

"Nah. She adores you. If you hadn't asked, she surely would, once she remembered to." he seemed completely unfazed.

"...seriously?" Minato had, with some uneasiness, somehow accepted the idea that Kakashi thought.. quite a lot of him (as a guy. Not in a gay guy way, but in a bro-guy way.) But.. that was.. uhm. Kinda. Much.

"Mm. Not that I don't see why." Well, he already knew. Perhaps just the shortest glance at the naked chest.

...hello, full-body blush. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

He noticed. A small smile, and now it was time for soaping up other... Areas. Thoroughly.

He's doing that on purpose, thought Minato feverishly. He's doing that on purpose, and now he knows I'm looking, and now he knows I'm thinking about him jacking off, and.. oh fuck he has a tight ass...

And washing the soap off again, perhaps letting a finger linger here or there, just a little more than strictly necessary.

It was like watching a train wreck. A very pleasant and god damn fuckable train wreck...
Minato turned the shower to cold and gasped.

"Careful," was Kakashi's response, and a weak smile, when he heard the gasp.