Fanfic: For a Kiss
Title: For a Kiss
Author: saying_sooth
Word Count: 852
Pairing: 8059
Prompt: From lingerosie in her post to hitman_reborn earlier, “Gokudera thinks that Yamamoto is a cute drunk.” The fic is set about five years in the future, and Tsuna and company have moved to Italy.
A/N: I am so not done with khrfest fics, but I wanted to post something up, so I wrote this. Present tense is fun to play with. :3
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Gokudera thinks that Yamamoto is a cute drunk. Despite growing up on glasses of watered down Japanese sake, Yamamoto cannot withstand Mezzaluna on the rocks and he is stumbling around with a shaky smile and a quickly spreading drunken blush. Gokudera has had the same number of drinks, but only one glass of Mezzaluna - the rest has been Frangelico, sweet wine. Although this is a small, private birthday party for the Tenth, only attended by personal friends, Gokudera knows that the Right Hand Man has to stay alert. So he is alert. But distracted. By Yamamoto’s cuteness.
At the end of the party, after Ryohei started jumping on the couch and hit his head on the ceiling, Tsuna - only slightly tipsy - is trying to get all his friends back home safely and he turns to Gokudera. “Gokudera-kun, can you take Yamamoto home? You know where he lives, right?”
That is not a good idea. Gokudera has drunk enough to lower his reverence for Tsuna, so he voices his thought. “Ah, that's probably not a good idea.”
“Ah, Gokudera-kun, sorry to impose, but could you? Please?”
Gokudera is not drunk enough to reveal to Tsuna that him taking Yamamoto home would result in…well, probably just an uncomfortable erection, because he is much too scared to make a move on Yamamoto when the baseball-idiot is painfully straight. “U-Um, Tenth, I’ve actually drunk a lot so I might not be able to drive-” But then Tsuna’s disappointed face crumples his resolve. “-but if you don’t mind me and Yamamoto hanging around a little longer while I get sober, I’ll take him home.” Tsuna’s smile still makes Gokudera feel special, like he is enough as himself without pretense.
Fifteen minutes later, Gokudera finds Yamamoto passed out on a couch and shakes him awake, mumbling something like “Time to go home, idiot.” Gokudera gives a final wave to Tsuna as he half-drags Yamamoto out of the Tenth’s town house, and Tsuna flashes him a grateful smile before turning to a ten year-old Lambo who has gotten hyper from cake. But that final smile is not why Gokudera still feels warm, even when he is out in the chill autumn air.
Yamamoto’s weight is heavy against his side, and he keeps murmuring nonsense syllables into Gokudera’s ear, nuzzling it almost. Gokudera’s arm is around Yamamoto to keep him from falling, but all he wants to do is run away. This is too close. When they get to his car, Gokudera unlocks the doors hastily and pushes Yamamoto in, not looking at him as he fumbles with the seat belt. Once Yamamoto is buckled in, Gokudera slams the door closed and runs to the driver’s side. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. Gokudera hates that Yamamoto can do this. That with his mere presence, Yamamoto can unsettle him, that with a smile, he can make Gokudera feel like a schoolboy instead of the second-most senior leader of the Vongola Family.
He gets into the car and buckles in, still not looking at Yamamoto. Because of that, he almost jumps out of his skin when a hand grips his shoulder. “What the fuck!” Gokudera says as he turns his head, but he still hears Yamamoto murmur “You have pretty eyes” before he is being kissed. Gokudera pushes back reflexively, knocking Yamamoto off before he has any conception of the kiss except that it is sloppy and drunk and ends too quickly. Gokudera wants to pull him back, but he can’t. He can’t take the chance that Yamamoto won’t remember this in the morning, so he just punches the baseball-idiot in the arm.
“Snap out of it, Yamamoto! I’m not a fucking girl! How much did you drink, sheesh?!”
Then Gokudera pushes Yamamoto again, sending him back into the passenger seat as Yamamoto laughs apologetically. “Sooorry, ‘Dera. I drunk a loooot, din’t I.”
He’s so cute that Gokudera can’t stand it. The Storm Guardian just starts the car and backs out with a frown between his eyebrows, the alcohol manifesting itself as a headache now instead of pleasant fuzz. They make it to Yamamoto’s apartment building without a word. Gokudera parks his car, escorts Yamamoto up to his apartment and even waits until Yamamoto has unlocked the door before tailing it out of there. He needs to go home and get properly drunk. Maybe then he will forget about what happened in the car, and stop regretting what didn’t.
Once the apartment door clicks shut, Yamamoto drops the smile and the drunk act. He puts a hand up to his lips, thinking of how it was to get that close to Gokudera, if only for a second. If only by pretending to be drunk. Gokudera would be proud of his acting skills if he knew. But he won’t, because Yamamoto doesn’t have the nerve to tell him. After all, it’s obvious that Gokudera doesn’t like him back, and Yamamoto will learn to move on one of these days.
For now, he just thinks of the kiss and of Gokudera’s startled eyes, green and - for that tiny moment - utterly unguarded.
Author: saying_sooth
Word Count: 852
Pairing: 8059
Prompt: From lingerosie in her post to hitman_reborn earlier, “Gokudera thinks that Yamamoto is a cute drunk.” The fic is set about five years in the future, and Tsuna and company have moved to Italy.
A/N: I am so not done with khrfest fics, but I wanted to post something up, so I wrote this. Present tense is fun to play with. :3
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Gokudera thinks that Yamamoto is a cute drunk. Despite growing up on glasses of watered down Japanese sake, Yamamoto cannot withstand Mezzaluna on the rocks and he is stumbling around with a shaky smile and a quickly spreading drunken blush. Gokudera has had the same number of drinks, but only one glass of Mezzaluna - the rest has been Frangelico, sweet wine. Although this is a small, private birthday party for the Tenth, only attended by personal friends, Gokudera knows that the Right Hand Man has to stay alert. So he is alert. But distracted. By Yamamoto’s cuteness.
At the end of the party, after Ryohei started jumping on the couch and hit his head on the ceiling, Tsuna - only slightly tipsy - is trying to get all his friends back home safely and he turns to Gokudera. “Gokudera-kun, can you take Yamamoto home? You know where he lives, right?”
That is not a good idea. Gokudera has drunk enough to lower his reverence for Tsuna, so he voices his thought. “Ah, that's probably not a good idea.”
“Ah, Gokudera-kun, sorry to impose, but could you? Please?”
Gokudera is not drunk enough to reveal to Tsuna that him taking Yamamoto home would result in…well, probably just an uncomfortable erection, because he is much too scared to make a move on Yamamoto when the baseball-idiot is painfully straight. “U-Um, Tenth, I’ve actually drunk a lot so I might not be able to drive-” But then Tsuna’s disappointed face crumples his resolve. “-but if you don’t mind me and Yamamoto hanging around a little longer while I get sober, I’ll take him home.” Tsuna’s smile still makes Gokudera feel special, like he is enough as himself without pretense.
Fifteen minutes later, Gokudera finds Yamamoto passed out on a couch and shakes him awake, mumbling something like “Time to go home, idiot.” Gokudera gives a final wave to Tsuna as he half-drags Yamamoto out of the Tenth’s town house, and Tsuna flashes him a grateful smile before turning to a ten year-old Lambo who has gotten hyper from cake. But that final smile is not why Gokudera still feels warm, even when he is out in the chill autumn air.
Yamamoto’s weight is heavy against his side, and he keeps murmuring nonsense syllables into Gokudera’s ear, nuzzling it almost. Gokudera’s arm is around Yamamoto to keep him from falling, but all he wants to do is run away. This is too close. When they get to his car, Gokudera unlocks the doors hastily and pushes Yamamoto in, not looking at him as he fumbles with the seat belt. Once Yamamoto is buckled in, Gokudera slams the door closed and runs to the driver’s side. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. Gokudera hates that Yamamoto can do this. That with his mere presence, Yamamoto can unsettle him, that with a smile, he can make Gokudera feel like a schoolboy instead of the second-most senior leader of the Vongola Family.
He gets into the car and buckles in, still not looking at Yamamoto. Because of that, he almost jumps out of his skin when a hand grips his shoulder. “What the fuck!” Gokudera says as he turns his head, but he still hears Yamamoto murmur “You have pretty eyes” before he is being kissed. Gokudera pushes back reflexively, knocking Yamamoto off before he has any conception of the kiss except that it is sloppy and drunk and ends too quickly. Gokudera wants to pull him back, but he can’t. He can’t take the chance that Yamamoto won’t remember this in the morning, so he just punches the baseball-idiot in the arm.
“Snap out of it, Yamamoto! I’m not a fucking girl! How much did you drink, sheesh?!”
Then Gokudera pushes Yamamoto again, sending him back into the passenger seat as Yamamoto laughs apologetically. “Sooorry, ‘Dera. I drunk a loooot, din’t I.”
He’s so cute that Gokudera can’t stand it. The Storm Guardian just starts the car and backs out with a frown between his eyebrows, the alcohol manifesting itself as a headache now instead of pleasant fuzz. They make it to Yamamoto’s apartment building without a word. Gokudera parks his car, escorts Yamamoto up to his apartment and even waits until Yamamoto has unlocked the door before tailing it out of there. He needs to go home and get properly drunk. Maybe then he will forget about what happened in the car, and stop regretting what didn’t.
Once the apartment door clicks shut, Yamamoto drops the smile and the drunk act. He puts a hand up to his lips, thinking of how it was to get that close to Gokudera, if only for a second. If only by pretending to be drunk. Gokudera would be proud of his acting skills if he knew. But he won’t, because Yamamoto doesn’t have the nerve to tell him. After all, it’s obvious that Gokudera doesn’t like him back, and Yamamoto will learn to move on one of these days.
For now, he just thinks of the kiss and of Gokudera’s startled eyes, green and - for that tiny moment - utterly unguarded.