[fic] Let it all out
Title: Let it all out
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual situations and a severely OOC Gokudera
Prompt: khrfest Gokudera/Yamamoto - dare, “Go commando.”
Word Count: 1,590
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira
Summary: Yamamoto could never back down from a dare.
Gokudera was right; he was an idiot. Now wasn’t the time for thinking, though, because someone could walk in at any minute and it would be obvious from his ragged breathing what was going on inside the stall. Yamamoto moved his hand at a faster pace, trying not to think of what was in Gokudera’s pants-or rather, what was not in Gokudera’s pants. Stupid, stupid Yamamoto and his stupid, stupid inability to back down from a challenge. Actually, Gokudera could also be considered at fault for giving in, but it was easier to blame himself. How was Gokudera supposed to know what perverse thoughts were running through his friend’s mind?
Just a little more, just a little more and-there. He forgot to breathe for a second, a raspy groan resonating from his slack mouth. When he finally came back to his senses, he yanked some toilet paper off the roll to clean himself up with shaky hands. It was only ten in the goddamn morning; how was he supposed to make it through the rest of the day with his sanity mostly intact?
He hadn’t really thought about the full repercussions of his question the night before. They had been sitting in Tsuna’s room, working on math homework-or rather, Tsuna and Yamamoto were struggling with math while Gokudera was reading ten chapters ahead in the textbook. Yamamoto had long since given up on concentrating on the worksheet in front of him and was instead staring thoughtfully at Gokudera. The silver haired boy did his best to ignore the gaze for a while before letting his temper snap.
“What?” he shouted, slamming the book shut and causing Tsuna to jump.
“Haha, I was just wondering if you’ve ever gone commando, Gokudera.” The color drained from the other two boys’ faces, and Yamamoto thought he heard a quiet snicker coming from Reborn’s hammock, but the little guy was still sleeping with a snot bubble ballooning from his nose.
It took Gokudera a few moments to come up with the satisfactory reply of “What the fuck!?”
“Well,” Yamamoto chuckled, “I heard the guys talking about it in the locker room, and I thought since you’re part Italian...”
“What the hell does me being Italian have to do with anything!?”
“So, the answer is no?”
“Of course not, are you fucking insane!? If you’re so curious about it, why don’t you try it?” He paused to smirk. “I dare you to go commando to school tomorrow.” Yamamoto mulled the idea over for a moment. It sounded a little uncomfortable, but Gokudera had dared him, and he just couldn’t say no to a dare.
“Haha, sure, but only if you do it too.” Watching Gokudera squirm and fume was always fun, and this time was no exception. Even if he didn’t follow through, his reaction was perfect enough to make Yamamoto’s request worthwhile.
“Come on, Gokudera. It won’t be that bad. Oh, you should do it too, Tsuna!”
“Hieeee! Sorry, but I don’t think so, Yamamoto,” Tsuna answered. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if Reborn shot him with a Dying Will Bullet while he had no boxers on.
“Dame Tsuna is too chicken to do anything of that nature,” said a squeaky voice. Reborn, definitely awake now, was smirking at the boys. “But this would be a good test to see who is better suited as the right hand man.” Gokudera’s eyes bugged out for a split second before he turned beet red and began stammering incoherently.
“What-I-how-Reborn!?“
“The right hand man should be able to act normally in any kind of setting, including during wardrobe malfunctions. What if Dame Tsuna was in trouble while you were in just a towel?” Gokudera seemed to wilt in defeat.
“Fine! God, Yamamoto, you are such an idiot!” he snapped, still sporting a pink flush to his cheeks.
Yamamoto hadn’t reflected on the dare anymore that night except to be excited about prospect. The next morning, however, the only thing he could think about when he saw Gokudera was how there was nothing inside his pants besides creamy skin and silky hair. His own pants felt uncomfortable, especially with the growing erection he had to hide during history class. As he walked back from the bathroom after break, he cursed himself for thinking this dare would be a piece of cake to complete. For months he had been avoiding the notion that he found his friend beautiful in more than just an objective manner. Everyone knew that athletes, popular kids and model sons were not gay. He’d pushed the very idea out of his mind when it had first occurred to him, but now he was pretty sure he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Not when images of Gokudera’s sweating, writhing, naked body were flashing through his mind. Damn it, he was getting hard again.
By the time he made it back to the classroom, physics was almost half over. The teacher nodded distractedly at his mumbled excuse about a stomach ache, Tsuna gave him a concerned look, and Gokudera didn’t even spare him a glance, too engrossed in the skulls and dynamite he was doodling in the notebook on his lap. Uniform scratching his ass as he settled into his chair, Yamamoto tried to prepare himself for the next few hours. You can do it, Takeshi. Just get your head in the game. Focusing on the lesson seemed to help, and he made it to lunch without incident. As soon as the bell rang, he dashed to the bathroom before anyone could ask him what was wrong. He spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the toilet thinking about baseball, sushi, Shigure Soen, milk-anything to keep his mind off his green eyed friend. Every time he shifted, the fly of his pants would rub against his sensitive skin; he would never take underwear for granted again.
The two hours after lunch were thankfully uneventful, and luckily Yamamoto had no baseball practice after school. He tried to pull the same stunt he had at lunch, rushing out the door before anyone else had begun to gather their things. Apparently he wasn’t fast enough because Gokudera was on his tail, shouting after him.
“Oi, baseball freak! Wait up, would you!” This surprised him. He stopped by his shoe locker and looked back. His friend was panting from trying to keep up with his pace. The sight was strangely erotic, and Yamamoto quickly turned toward the lockers to hide himself.
“Umm, where’s Tsuna?” he asked nervously. Gokudera stared at him as if he’d announced he was the Queen of England.
“The Tenth has to stay after school to talk with the teacher about math. Didn’t you hear? He said it in front of the whole class.” Yamamoto laughed nervously in response and shook his head. Gokudera snorted.
“Jesus, what’s with you today? Are underwear like your magical link to reality?” Yamamoto stopped laughing abruptly and felt his face heat up.
“N-no, I just haven’t been feeling well. Um, I’m gonna go home now.” He bent down to change his shoes, and when he stood back up and turned around, Gokudera was blocking his path. He scowled.
“Come on, Gokudera. Leave me alone!” Instead of relenting, his friend grabbed his wrist and pulled him with surprising strength out the front door and behind the bushes in the schoolyard, muttering something about people coming. Sure enough, the sound of stomping feet and shouting voices began to filter down the stairs.
“What do you want,” Yamamoto asked flatly moving his schoolbag to cover his growing erection. There was absolutely no reason to become aroused, but just the sight of Gokudera in front of him was enough to make his heart beat in double time. The shorter boy took a deep breath, seemingly having his own internal battle.
“Areyougayforme?” he rattled out, his ears turning bright red. “Because I saw that you got hard after you first saw me this morning. I kind of assumed you kept going to the bathroom to jack off. Umm. Yeah.” Yamamoto was speechless. He accidently dropped his schoolbag out of his numb hands and oh shit the tent in his pants could have held a three ring circus. Gokudera’s eyes widened at the sight before flicking back up to meet Yamamoto’s. He continued his ramblings, this time with a slightly hysterical tone to his voice.
“And, umm, well, I’ve kind of, umm, liked you for, uhh, for a while and, umm, I-I tried to just, uhh, ignore it, but you just wouldn’t leave me alone. So, uhh, I mean, if you, umm, kind of sort of maybe like me a little too thenmaybewecouldworkthisoutbecauseyou’renotreallysuchanidiot. Sometimes. Yeah.”
From what Yamamoto could translate of the incoherent speech, the silver haired boy had just confessed to him. He’d always been better with actions rather than words, so he answered by softly pressing his lips to Gokudera’s. Moaning quietly, the shorter boy deepened the kiss, grinding his own growing erection into Yamamoto’s straining hard-on. The brown eyed boy pulled away briefly.
“Haha, do you wanna go back to my place to help me with this?” Yamamoto said, glancing down at his crotch. “You see, I kind of forgot to put on underwear this morning.” He could feel the other boy’s lips shift into a smirk as he kissed him once more before tugging his arm in the direction of Takezushi. Maybe Gokudera was right, and he wasn’t a complete idiot after all.
A/N: Before proofreading this, I’d accidentally written that Yamamoto could feel Gokudera’s lips “shit into a smirk.” Lol, Gokudera really does have a dirty mouth…
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual situations and a severely OOC Gokudera
Prompt: khrfest Gokudera/Yamamoto - dare, “Go commando.”
Word Count: 1,590
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira
Summary: Yamamoto could never back down from a dare.
Gokudera was right; he was an idiot. Now wasn’t the time for thinking, though, because someone could walk in at any minute and it would be obvious from his ragged breathing what was going on inside the stall. Yamamoto moved his hand at a faster pace, trying not to think of what was in Gokudera’s pants-or rather, what was not in Gokudera’s pants. Stupid, stupid Yamamoto and his stupid, stupid inability to back down from a challenge. Actually, Gokudera could also be considered at fault for giving in, but it was easier to blame himself. How was Gokudera supposed to know what perverse thoughts were running through his friend’s mind?
Just a little more, just a little more and-there. He forgot to breathe for a second, a raspy groan resonating from his slack mouth. When he finally came back to his senses, he yanked some toilet paper off the roll to clean himself up with shaky hands. It was only ten in the goddamn morning; how was he supposed to make it through the rest of the day with his sanity mostly intact?
He hadn’t really thought about the full repercussions of his question the night before. They had been sitting in Tsuna’s room, working on math homework-or rather, Tsuna and Yamamoto were struggling with math while Gokudera was reading ten chapters ahead in the textbook. Yamamoto had long since given up on concentrating on the worksheet in front of him and was instead staring thoughtfully at Gokudera. The silver haired boy did his best to ignore the gaze for a while before letting his temper snap.
“What?” he shouted, slamming the book shut and causing Tsuna to jump.
“Haha, I was just wondering if you’ve ever gone commando, Gokudera.” The color drained from the other two boys’ faces, and Yamamoto thought he heard a quiet snicker coming from Reborn’s hammock, but the little guy was still sleeping with a snot bubble ballooning from his nose.
It took Gokudera a few moments to come up with the satisfactory reply of “What the fuck!?”
“Well,” Yamamoto chuckled, “I heard the guys talking about it in the locker room, and I thought since you’re part Italian...”
“What the hell does me being Italian have to do with anything!?”
“So, the answer is no?”
“Of course not, are you fucking insane!? If you’re so curious about it, why don’t you try it?” He paused to smirk. “I dare you to go commando to school tomorrow.” Yamamoto mulled the idea over for a moment. It sounded a little uncomfortable, but Gokudera had dared him, and he just couldn’t say no to a dare.
“Haha, sure, but only if you do it too.” Watching Gokudera squirm and fume was always fun, and this time was no exception. Even if he didn’t follow through, his reaction was perfect enough to make Yamamoto’s request worthwhile.
“Come on, Gokudera. It won’t be that bad. Oh, you should do it too, Tsuna!”
“Hieeee! Sorry, but I don’t think so, Yamamoto,” Tsuna answered. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if Reborn shot him with a Dying Will Bullet while he had no boxers on.
“Dame Tsuna is too chicken to do anything of that nature,” said a squeaky voice. Reborn, definitely awake now, was smirking at the boys. “But this would be a good test to see who is better suited as the right hand man.” Gokudera’s eyes bugged out for a split second before he turned beet red and began stammering incoherently.
“What-I-how-Reborn!?“
“The right hand man should be able to act normally in any kind of setting, including during wardrobe malfunctions. What if Dame Tsuna was in trouble while you were in just a towel?” Gokudera seemed to wilt in defeat.
“Fine! God, Yamamoto, you are such an idiot!” he snapped, still sporting a pink flush to his cheeks.
Yamamoto hadn’t reflected on the dare anymore that night except to be excited about prospect. The next morning, however, the only thing he could think about when he saw Gokudera was how there was nothing inside his pants besides creamy skin and silky hair. His own pants felt uncomfortable, especially with the growing erection he had to hide during history class. As he walked back from the bathroom after break, he cursed himself for thinking this dare would be a piece of cake to complete. For months he had been avoiding the notion that he found his friend beautiful in more than just an objective manner. Everyone knew that athletes, popular kids and model sons were not gay. He’d pushed the very idea out of his mind when it had first occurred to him, but now he was pretty sure he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Not when images of Gokudera’s sweating, writhing, naked body were flashing through his mind. Damn it, he was getting hard again.
By the time he made it back to the classroom, physics was almost half over. The teacher nodded distractedly at his mumbled excuse about a stomach ache, Tsuna gave him a concerned look, and Gokudera didn’t even spare him a glance, too engrossed in the skulls and dynamite he was doodling in the notebook on his lap. Uniform scratching his ass as he settled into his chair, Yamamoto tried to prepare himself for the next few hours. You can do it, Takeshi. Just get your head in the game. Focusing on the lesson seemed to help, and he made it to lunch without incident. As soon as the bell rang, he dashed to the bathroom before anyone could ask him what was wrong. He spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the toilet thinking about baseball, sushi, Shigure Soen, milk-anything to keep his mind off his green eyed friend. Every time he shifted, the fly of his pants would rub against his sensitive skin; he would never take underwear for granted again.
The two hours after lunch were thankfully uneventful, and luckily Yamamoto had no baseball practice after school. He tried to pull the same stunt he had at lunch, rushing out the door before anyone else had begun to gather their things. Apparently he wasn’t fast enough because Gokudera was on his tail, shouting after him.
“Oi, baseball freak! Wait up, would you!” This surprised him. He stopped by his shoe locker and looked back. His friend was panting from trying to keep up with his pace. The sight was strangely erotic, and Yamamoto quickly turned toward the lockers to hide himself.
“Umm, where’s Tsuna?” he asked nervously. Gokudera stared at him as if he’d announced he was the Queen of England.
“The Tenth has to stay after school to talk with the teacher about math. Didn’t you hear? He said it in front of the whole class.” Yamamoto laughed nervously in response and shook his head. Gokudera snorted.
“Jesus, what’s with you today? Are underwear like your magical link to reality?” Yamamoto stopped laughing abruptly and felt his face heat up.
“N-no, I just haven’t been feeling well. Um, I’m gonna go home now.” He bent down to change his shoes, and when he stood back up and turned around, Gokudera was blocking his path. He scowled.
“Come on, Gokudera. Leave me alone!” Instead of relenting, his friend grabbed his wrist and pulled him with surprising strength out the front door and behind the bushes in the schoolyard, muttering something about people coming. Sure enough, the sound of stomping feet and shouting voices began to filter down the stairs.
“What do you want,” Yamamoto asked flatly moving his schoolbag to cover his growing erection. There was absolutely no reason to become aroused, but just the sight of Gokudera in front of him was enough to make his heart beat in double time. The shorter boy took a deep breath, seemingly having his own internal battle.
“Areyougayforme?” he rattled out, his ears turning bright red. “Because I saw that you got hard after you first saw me this morning. I kind of assumed you kept going to the bathroom to jack off. Umm. Yeah.” Yamamoto was speechless. He accidently dropped his schoolbag out of his numb hands and oh shit the tent in his pants could have held a three ring circus. Gokudera’s eyes widened at the sight before flicking back up to meet Yamamoto’s. He continued his ramblings, this time with a slightly hysterical tone to his voice.
“And, umm, well, I’ve kind of, umm, liked you for, uhh, for a while and, umm, I-I tried to just, uhh, ignore it, but you just wouldn’t leave me alone. So, uhh, I mean, if you, umm, kind of sort of maybe like me a little too thenmaybewecouldworkthisoutbecauseyou’renotreallysuchanidiot. Sometimes. Yeah.”
From what Yamamoto could translate of the incoherent speech, the silver haired boy had just confessed to him. He’d always been better with actions rather than words, so he answered by softly pressing his lips to Gokudera’s. Moaning quietly, the shorter boy deepened the kiss, grinding his own growing erection into Yamamoto’s straining hard-on. The brown eyed boy pulled away briefly.
“Haha, do you wanna go back to my place to help me with this?” Yamamoto said, glancing down at his crotch. “You see, I kind of forgot to put on underwear this morning.” He could feel the other boy’s lips shift into a smirk as he kissed him once more before tugging his arm in the direction of Takezushi. Maybe Gokudera was right, and he wasn’t a complete idiot after all.
A/N: Before proofreading this, I’d accidentally written that Yamamoto could feel Gokudera’s lips “shit into a smirk.” Lol, Gokudera really does have a dirty mouth…