When Physics and Logic are Ignored..
Title: When Physics and Logic are Ignored..
Author: shiningdrop
Pairings: 8059 (and a TYL appearance in the middle)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, man-on-man sex
Summary/Kink: Gokudera and Yamamoto are doing a sick Tsuna's homework for him when a certain bazooka causes a future idiot to pop up. Sexy time ensues.
"Baseball idiot! It's impossible for a ball to travel at that curve when x is the variable. Don't you know simple physics?"
Yamamoto only laughed as he defended himself. "But a ball did go that way one time, I swear! I hit it with this bat!"
Gokudera could only slap his face as a vein was about to pop. If he mentions baseball one more time again...
"You can't put your idiot baseball experiences in this! This is an important paper for the suffering Tenth due tomorrow and I won't let your idiot baseball brain leak into this paper," Gokudera yelled at the top of his voice. "BESIDES! Any mention of a baseball and sensei will know you had a hand in this."
Why do you even turn up when you're going to be useless anyway...
Yamamoto could see the frustration in the Italian's eyes as his head dug deeper into the piles of paper, furiously scribbling along. "Alright, alright, I'm-.."
Suddenly a loud childish laugh burst from the door as Gokudera snapped his pencil. Before Lambo could announce his arrival he reached for a round stone paperweight as he flung it towards the idiot cow. Takeshi's instincts suddenly kicked in as he dove for the ball, catching it as he crashed towards Lambo. Better than this heavy ball hitting the poor kid, he instinctively thought to himself.
Gokudera knew what came next as he cursed at Yamamoto's heroic attempt, as the room began to fill with a loud cry. Lambo, with tears in his eyes, picked himself up as he ran out the door, but not before taking out the ten year bazooka and aiming it towards Gokudera, whose head was too busy solving another problem. "DIE, STUPIDERA!!!"
Gokudera could only blink as he snapped the second pencil of the night, as smoke filled the room. He could hear the kid's footsteps disappearing into the distance so it wasn't him who got shot. Then...that means!?
Gokudera's mouth fell open as a naked Yamamoto dropped onto the desk in front of him. A taller, more scarred version of the baseball freak blinked for a minute, before he realised his butt was inches away from Gokudera's bright red face. The Italian could find no words, not even a single curse word to register what was in front of him.
"Ah?...Gokudera?" The older baseball idiot casually helped himself up, as his hard cock stared directly in front of Gokudera's face. "I guess this is a bit of a bad time for both of us it seems.."
"CLOSE THE FREAKIN' DOOR ALREADY!!!" were the only words Gokudera could spit out as the older man laughed.
"Oh, oops..." Yamamoto laughed as he closed the door, while shaking his hips back onto Gokudera, knowing he still didn't turn his head away.
"G-get s-some freaking clothes on!!"
"No," the older man smiled. "I was in the middle of something and that will only be in the way," he smiled as he eyed Gokudera who suddenly realised a throbbing sensation in his pants. His deeper voice sounded so mature...and commanding. "Besides, nothing will fit me at this time," he chuckled as he got on all fours and crawled towards petrified teen. "Well since, I'm still ready and have some time to kill..."
In a flash, Gokudera could not register what happened. All he knew was thin yet strong arms swept him in an instant as he found his himself pinned between the unbelievably sexy old Yamamoto and the hard wooden floor. Hands quickly found their way fondling Gokudera's cock as he closed his eyes and moaned like a little girl.
"Hey wait...I wonder if this is considered cheating," Yamamoto suddenly paused, stroking his scarred chin.
"Y-you were with another man?" Gokudera suddenly found himself speaking again.
"Nah, I was with you," he smiled as he stared straight into the Italian's eyes. Oh those eyes were so incredibly sexy. "I guess that solves the cheating question," Yamamoto smiled as he shrugged, and began to press his lips on Gokudera's now bare torso.
His hands were so nimble and expertly quick in unclothing the Italian. He finally accepted the situation, as calloused hands massaged the younger boy, relieving whatever stress that was just moments before. He could relax just for this bit in a real fantasy right?
"Now, let's compare how you've grown back in my time, eh?" Yamamoto grinned evilly as he pulled Gokudera's boxers in one swift motion, catching Gokudera by surprise. Wasting no time, warm lips danced around the tip of Gokudera's cock, teasing him as he dug his fingers on the older man.
Gokudera panted heavily as he held one hand onto his face and the other on Yamamoto's rhythmic head. He pushed his hips harder and harder as Yamamoto moaned while sucking Gokudera's cock. The older man finally couldn't resist as he let go of the teen's throbbing cock and began to push his next to Gokudera's pale ass.
"It'll be interesting to feel how tight it was again," he chuckled, which scared Gokudera for a bit. Yamamato dipped his head back onto Gokudera's cock for a bit just one last time to tease him once again.
"Ohhhh!!!" Gokudera couldn't resist anymore as he saw white. His body filled with heat as he squirmed and thrust his hips again. He felt so hot as he smelled the older baseball's freak sweat..and smoke...
Wait...smoke?..
Gokudera yelled and began to choke as smoke filled the room once more. His knees were trembling as he was caught off guard, the ecstasy suddenly disappeared as he opened his eyes. His eyes widened as he saw the normal baseball freak with a blank look at his face, just above his now limp cock, face dripping with Gokudera's come.
"Uhh...Gokudera.." the current Yamamoto couldn't wipe that blank look at his face as he stared at the butt naked Italian. "This isn't that dessert the older you gave me...is it?"
Author: shiningdrop
Pairings: 8059 (and a TYL appearance in the middle)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, man-on-man sex
Summary/Kink: Gokudera and Yamamoto are doing a sick Tsuna's homework for him when a certain bazooka causes a future idiot to pop up. Sexy time ensues.
"Baseball idiot! It's impossible for a ball to travel at that curve when x is the variable. Don't you know simple physics?"
Yamamoto only laughed as he defended himself. "But a ball did go that way one time, I swear! I hit it with this bat!"
Gokudera could only slap his face as a vein was about to pop. If he mentions baseball one more time again...
"You can't put your idiot baseball experiences in this! This is an important paper for the suffering Tenth due tomorrow and I won't let your idiot baseball brain leak into this paper," Gokudera yelled at the top of his voice. "BESIDES! Any mention of a baseball and sensei will know you had a hand in this."
Why do you even turn up when you're going to be useless anyway...
Yamamoto could see the frustration in the Italian's eyes as his head dug deeper into the piles of paper, furiously scribbling along. "Alright, alright, I'm-.."
Suddenly a loud childish laugh burst from the door as Gokudera snapped his pencil. Before Lambo could announce his arrival he reached for a round stone paperweight as he flung it towards the idiot cow. Takeshi's instincts suddenly kicked in as he dove for the ball, catching it as he crashed towards Lambo. Better than this heavy ball hitting the poor kid, he instinctively thought to himself.
Gokudera knew what came next as he cursed at Yamamoto's heroic attempt, as the room began to fill with a loud cry. Lambo, with tears in his eyes, picked himself up as he ran out the door, but not before taking out the ten year bazooka and aiming it towards Gokudera, whose head was too busy solving another problem. "DIE, STUPIDERA!!!"
Gokudera could only blink as he snapped the second pencil of the night, as smoke filled the room. He could hear the kid's footsteps disappearing into the distance so it wasn't him who got shot. Then...that means!?
Gokudera's mouth fell open as a naked Yamamoto dropped onto the desk in front of him. A taller, more scarred version of the baseball freak blinked for a minute, before he realised his butt was inches away from Gokudera's bright red face. The Italian could find no words, not even a single curse word to register what was in front of him.
"Ah?...Gokudera?" The older baseball idiot casually helped himself up, as his hard cock stared directly in front of Gokudera's face. "I guess this is a bit of a bad time for both of us it seems.."
"CLOSE THE FREAKIN' DOOR ALREADY!!!" were the only words Gokudera could spit out as the older man laughed.
"Oh, oops..." Yamamoto laughed as he closed the door, while shaking his hips back onto Gokudera, knowing he still didn't turn his head away.
"G-get s-some freaking clothes on!!"
"No," the older man smiled. "I was in the middle of something and that will only be in the way," he smiled as he eyed Gokudera who suddenly realised a throbbing sensation in his pants. His deeper voice sounded so mature...and commanding. "Besides, nothing will fit me at this time," he chuckled as he got on all fours and crawled towards petrified teen. "Well since, I'm still ready and have some time to kill..."
In a flash, Gokudera could not register what happened. All he knew was thin yet strong arms swept him in an instant as he found his himself pinned between the unbelievably sexy old Yamamoto and the hard wooden floor. Hands quickly found their way fondling Gokudera's cock as he closed his eyes and moaned like a little girl.
"Hey wait...I wonder if this is considered cheating," Yamamoto suddenly paused, stroking his scarred chin.
"Y-you were with another man?" Gokudera suddenly found himself speaking again.
"Nah, I was with you," he smiled as he stared straight into the Italian's eyes. Oh those eyes were so incredibly sexy. "I guess that solves the cheating question," Yamamoto smiled as he shrugged, and began to press his lips on Gokudera's now bare torso.
His hands were so nimble and expertly quick in unclothing the Italian. He finally accepted the situation, as calloused hands massaged the younger boy, relieving whatever stress that was just moments before. He could relax just for this bit in a real fantasy right?
"Now, let's compare how you've grown back in my time, eh?" Yamamoto grinned evilly as he pulled Gokudera's boxers in one swift motion, catching Gokudera by surprise. Wasting no time, warm lips danced around the tip of Gokudera's cock, teasing him as he dug his fingers on the older man.
Gokudera panted heavily as he held one hand onto his face and the other on Yamamoto's rhythmic head. He pushed his hips harder and harder as Yamamoto moaned while sucking Gokudera's cock. The older man finally couldn't resist as he let go of the teen's throbbing cock and began to push his next to Gokudera's pale ass.
"It'll be interesting to feel how tight it was again," he chuckled, which scared Gokudera for a bit. Yamamato dipped his head back onto Gokudera's cock for a bit just one last time to tease him once again.
"Ohhhh!!!" Gokudera couldn't resist anymore as he saw white. His body filled with heat as he squirmed and thrust his hips again. He felt so hot as he smelled the older baseball's freak sweat..and smoke...
Wait...smoke?..
Gokudera yelled and began to choke as smoke filled the room once more. His knees were trembling as he was caught off guard, the ecstasy suddenly disappeared as he opened his eyes. His eyes widened as he saw the normal baseball freak with a blank look at his face, just above his now limp cock, face dripping with Gokudera's come.
"Uhh...Gokudera.." the current Yamamoto couldn't wipe that blank look at his face as he stared at the butt naked Italian. "This isn't that dessert the older you gave me...is it?"