Easter holiday in Miami//Private//

"No. You're delusional." And.. holy shit, that tattoo looked good on him. "I was.. I.." Minato forgot what he was even saying.

"You said that last time, too." the pants fell too, his erection visibly straining against the soft fabric of the boxers as he stepped close enough to feel the spray. "Before you begged me to suck your dick..."

"Fuck," swore Minato as his dick gave a happy little jump at the memory. "Please.. Kakashi.. don't," he begged softly. "I can't..."

It was very visible in his eyes how his emotions fought. Then, one hand reaching out to just gently slide across Minato's chest... "... Just this once, Minato. Please. I... I need you. Just this one more time." He'd never begged for someone before... "I... I'll keep to Jake, then. Just... Just give me this."

And Minato, ever the nice guy, suddenly found himself very hard pressed to deny Kakashi anything. At any rate, he didn't punch him in the face straight away, but swallowed hard as that soft touch trailed fire across his skin. "I - ah. I can't.. I... look. It's dumb to deny that I want it, but 'Shina.. I can't do that to her.."

"... You know as well as I do what she feels about this." he muttered. "She'll understand..." a sight swallow, and he let the hand travel up Minato's neck instead.

"Yeah.. but.. but I won't. I.. I won't cheat again. Even if she.. even if she likes the idea." Minato swallowed hard.

"Even if.. She, ah... Joined, as I have a pretty fair guess she's been fantasizing about?"

"No. I.. I can't do it. I.. it's just wrong." He wasn't looking at Kakashi, having squeezed his eyes tightly shut, breathing in shallow pants. He could feel the other guy's heat against his skin...

"... Why's it so wrong if she's wanting to?" he... Really didn't see it, actually. Back down the chest went the hand, this time feeling out the muscles a slight bit more.

"Ahh!" Minato moaned sharply. "It's.. I won't.. I _don't_ do that sort of thing! I.. just wanna stick with her and.. and make her happy!"

"You... Can still do that. I told you. Just... Just this one more time.I promise... I won't... Won't touch you again like this, ever... If... If I just... Just this time." emotion crept into his voice, trying to keep back just the few couple tears threatening to resurface like after the gaming afternoon...

"Fuck," Minato swore again. "Just.. just stop crying, man.. I.. Look, it's not right! I.. I'm really not in love with you--"

"But you still like it." he tried to ignore the stab in his heart with that last sentence, though he still winced as if he'd been slapped.

"Yeah. Yeah, I like it. I.. even want it. That.. that doesn't make it. Right. I don't want to have sex just.. just to have sex. That.. it just doesn't work for me," Minato rambled.

"Can't you just.. Please, let it slide, this once? I'll... Do pretty much whatever you want me to." he muttered.

Ah, fuck, but it turned him on, this sort of power that he never had with Kushina.. "I.. damn... don't.. don't look that way, man.."

"How... How can I anything else." he muttered. "You... You already know it. I'm so much in love with you, it hurts..."

"Ah dammit..." Minato closed his eyes again. "Look, it's.. I don't wanna mess things up again! I.. It'll just end up a huge fucking mess again!"

He shook his head. "She'll understand. And... And like I said, I have Jake for the future. Just... please."

"Look, man, it doesn't work that way! D'ya really think.. sl - s- sleeping with me is going to make that better? Aren't you just going to want it more, when you know what it feels like?"

"I can't get you out of my head no matter what I do. It can't get any worse for me than it is right now."

"I'll... I dunno..." Minato sighed. "Just.. get dressed. I'll.. let's just.. not be naked and.. just talk."

You could almost see the gears turning in his head, before, finally, with a defeated sigh, he nodded and stepped out of the shower.

Minato turned the shower to cold and blasted the icy spray directly on his dick. He gave a pained yelp, but it worked - it finally went down so he could dry off and put on his pants.