[027] Who loves their senpai?
Title: Twelve
Author: ME LOL
Rating: ...mature?
Series/Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairings: Ryohei/Gokudera
Warnings: Language, implied sex, too much gay
Summary: Twelve (or so) gay sentences for twelve (or so) gay days of Christmas that have absolutely nothing to do with the holiday itself. GENIUS! Some prompts are from 1sentence, some prompts are random.
Dedications: ephemeralize. MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS, SENPAI. Thanks for putting up with my faggotry, kay.
1. Comfort
A few miniscule holes on the receiving end of a shoddy old telephone just aren’t big enough to relay all the words Ryohei has in store for Gokudera, all the mythical tales from a land Far, Far Away that come in overwhelming clusters of incoherent speech mixed in with the occasional ‘EXTREME’; Gokudera tells him to shut up, why the hell should he care, dumbass, you’re breaking my fucking ear drums - but he holds the phone close and listens anyway.
2. Kiss
It’s gotten to the point where it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s goddamn faces, mouths parting open and gasping for air; he grabs a fist full of hair and pulls while Gokudera grunts and crushes his toes with the heel of his shoe, elbow pressing hard against his stomach to shove him up against a wall.
--
“You bit my fucking lip, you dick wad,” seethed Gokudera, whacking Ryohei’s big meaty head with the back of his hand as the older boy complained loudly about not being able to breathe to the limit.
3. Soft
“Holy shit, lawnhead,” and he runs a calloused palm against the top of Ryohei’s head, cigarette swerving to point towards the sky as the corners of his lips quirk upwards, “I can feel your brain from up here.”
4. Worry
The fists that pound in protest against his muscled back feel like a throng of pissy, brainless ass horse flies running into each other over and over again, proclaims Ryohei as he shifts his grip on the younger man thrown over his shoulder, or maybe they're more like a horde of mosquitoes flying blindly into a dolled up death trap, pushing up daises one after another; Ryohei isn't too sure...
5. Whimsy
And it’s only after their bodies are painted in deep, resonating shades of purple and red, that Ryohei plants a chaste kiss on the side of his beat up cheek and admits that, Hey, you know what, I like you (to the extreme).
6. Fingerprints
Hand against hand, they slowly spread their digits atop of one another’s, comparing size and reach by sight alone; Ryohei is broader in width, but Gokudera is a clear win by length - either way, the final result is that they nail each other square in the gut, case closed.
7. Happiness
is a warm gun.
Being with Ryohei is like laughing at a funeral; being with Gokudera is like attending one.
8. Forgiveness
When Tsuna asks what on earth they were doing in there in that small little closet reserved solely for top hats and rain coats, and after Ryohei bluntly says that oi, we were making extreme love in there; try not to interrupt next time, boss, Gokudera roughly kicks him in the chest and kindly tells him to please go and die, die, die.
9. Ears
Gokudera gets them pierced after graduating high school, studs lining the lobes of his ears - an event of his youth that he learns to regret after Ryohei develops a fancy for trying to stick refrigerator magnets to the side of his face.
10. Speed
With Ryohei and Gokudera in tow, it takes less than half an hour for the entire Vongola family kicked out and banned from the theater for the next ten or so years.
11. Wait
“Six months,” murmurs Ryohei into the crook of his neck, smelling the unholy union of an ashtray and Itailan cologne, “That ain’t too long, now, right?”
12. End
For the thousandth time, Gokudera spits on the floor and demands that he gets the fuck out, it’s over, just get the fuck out; and for the thousandth time, Ryohei breaks their coffee table and punches yet another gaping hole in their wall, just kicking and screaming; and for the thousandth time, they end up on the couch that night, sound asleep and tangled together.
Concrit is delicious.
Author: ME LOL
Rating: ...mature?
Series/Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairings: Ryohei/Gokudera
Warnings: Language, implied sex, too much gay
Summary: Twelve (or so) gay sentences for twelve (or so) gay days of Christmas that have absolutely nothing to do with the holiday itself. GENIUS! Some prompts are from 1sentence, some prompts are random.
Dedications: ephemeralize. MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS, SENPAI. Thanks for putting up with my faggotry, kay.
1. Comfort
A few miniscule holes on the receiving end of a shoddy old telephone just aren’t big enough to relay all the words Ryohei has in store for Gokudera, all the mythical tales from a land Far, Far Away that come in overwhelming clusters of incoherent speech mixed in with the occasional ‘EXTREME’; Gokudera tells him to shut up, why the hell should he care, dumbass, you’re breaking my fucking ear drums - but he holds the phone close and listens anyway.
2. Kiss
It’s gotten to the point where it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s goddamn faces, mouths parting open and gasping for air; he grabs a fist full of hair and pulls while Gokudera grunts and crushes his toes with the heel of his shoe, elbow pressing hard against his stomach to shove him up against a wall.
--
“You bit my fucking lip, you dick wad,” seethed Gokudera, whacking Ryohei’s big meaty head with the back of his hand as the older boy complained loudly about not being able to breathe to the limit.
3. Soft
“Holy shit, lawnhead,” and he runs a calloused palm against the top of Ryohei’s head, cigarette swerving to point towards the sky as the corners of his lips quirk upwards, “I can feel your brain from up here.”
4. Worry
The fists that pound in protest against his muscled back feel like a throng of pissy, brainless ass horse flies running into each other over and over again, proclaims Ryohei as he shifts his grip on the younger man thrown over his shoulder, or maybe they're more like a horde of mosquitoes flying blindly into a dolled up death trap, pushing up daises one after another; Ryohei isn't too sure...
5. Whimsy
And it’s only after their bodies are painted in deep, resonating shades of purple and red, that Ryohei plants a chaste kiss on the side of his beat up cheek and admits that, Hey, you know what, I like you (to the extreme).
6. Fingerprints
Hand against hand, they slowly spread their digits atop of one another’s, comparing size and reach by sight alone; Ryohei is broader in width, but Gokudera is a clear win by length - either way, the final result is that they nail each other square in the gut, case closed.
7. Happiness
is a warm gun.
Being with Ryohei is like laughing at a funeral; being with Gokudera is like attending one.
8. Forgiveness
When Tsuna asks what on earth they were doing in there in that small little closet reserved solely for top hats and rain coats, and after Ryohei bluntly says that oi, we were making extreme love in there; try not to interrupt next time, boss, Gokudera roughly kicks him in the chest and kindly tells him to please go and die, die, die.
9. Ears
Gokudera gets them pierced after graduating high school, studs lining the lobes of his ears - an event of his youth that he learns to regret after Ryohei develops a fancy for trying to stick refrigerator magnets to the side of his face.
10. Speed
With Ryohei and Gokudera in tow, it takes less than half an hour for the entire Vongola family kicked out and banned from the theater for the next ten or so years.
11. Wait
“Six months,” murmurs Ryohei into the crook of his neck, smelling the unholy union of an ashtray and Itailan cologne, “That ain’t too long, now, right?”
12. End
For the thousandth time, Gokudera spits on the floor and demands that he gets the fuck out, it’s over, just get the fuck out; and for the thousandth time, Ryohei breaks their coffee table and punches yet another gaping hole in their wall, just kicking and screaming; and for the thousandth time, they end up on the couch that night, sound asleep and tangled together.
Concrit is delicious.