pinwheeling [fic for kiri]
A/N: Okay, so...this fic...you said crack, and I took that with no grains of salt. Like, at all. So here you are, a 275980, and it should certainly...brighten your day, kirishimaayama . XD
Pinwheeling
The day started off fairly normal. It was a fairly nice day outside, all quiet in the Sawada's household...
"TENTH, I HAVE A MESSAAAAAAGEEEEEE," Until that happened, at least. The brunette that lived there half-smiled at his friend's enthusiasm, but was more along the lines of annoyed, mostly because it was, you know, around seven o'clock in the morning. On a Sunday. But no matter. Nothing like that ever seemed to get his storm guardian down.
"Come to the gate, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna replied blearily, not bothering to get up. "Mom'll let you in."
"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm coming to the front door-I think Maman will let me in!" Letting out a groan as he rolled his eyes, he halfway shoved the covers off of his bed and let out a yawn.
Several moments after Gokudera had come in, he stormed into his bedroom, and upon the sight of the brunette (who's eyes were half-lidded from freshly awoken slumber, and his clothes and hair were in a disarray from having just woken up), he forced himself not to drool at the sight.
Noticing the stare, Tsuna raised an eyebrow. Huh? When he found his friend's green eyes focusing on the wall as he continued his rant, obviously flustered, he blinked a few times and looked down. His shirt was hanging off of his shoulders, and buttons had come undone to the point where the lower half of his abdomen was flashing the world. A smirk came to his lips. Hmm?
"So, uh, anyways," The boy coughed, straightening his collar. "I wanted to tell you this-The baseball idiot is trying to coerce me to have sex with him!"
Tsuna sat. He stared. His smirk fell. He blinked a couple more times. "...Excuse me?"
"I said-"
He held up a hand and pressed the fingers of the other hand to the bridge of his nose. "No, no, I heard what you said."
"Anyways, he just came up to me and he was like 'Gokudera, you're totally hot. I mean, I think Tsuna's hot too, but you're reaaaaaallly hot'. I mean, how am I supposed to respond to that?"
The brunette found his eyebrow and mouth twitching at that. He's stepping in on my territory, hrm? "That's uh...nice."
"Nice?!" Gokudera sputtered, pulling at the ends of his silver hair. "I don't even nnnnffff!"
A lightbulb went off in the smaller teen's head. With his smirk creeping back onto his face, he slunk out of the bed, his loose pants hanging on his hips making the dip from his abdomen even more noticeable. "You know, Gokudera-kun," Hips sashaying, the brunette slowly nudged the taller boy's back to the wall, the paler of the two flushing and gulping, pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. "I could make you forget that even happened," He pressed against him slowly, making sure their groins were touching through the cloth. The three-quarters Italian boy let out an eep and turned red, but let his green eyes shine eagerly, wanting every second of this. Tsuna snaked his thin arms around him and pressed ever closer, and leaned up far enough to run his tongue across the other male's lips.
Gokudera, eyes crossing at his dream come true, heard the doorbell outside as well as Tsuna did. Which was to say, they didn't. So, while Tsuna was edging closer to the boy's collarbone, untangling one arm to undo his shirt's buttons, pressing life-sucking kisses along his jaw, a certain someone had come into the household, and was trudging up the stairs. Green eyes went to the back of their lids when the smaller youth rolled his hips against him, just thinking, Yessss to all of this. Oh yes.
And then the door slammed open, tall baseball players unapologetically staring at the scene and blinking.
The brunette groaned aloud, interrupted. Gokudera, weak at the knees, couldn't find the power to do much else other than slump down against the wall, flushed.
"Yamamoto," Tsuna drawled slowly. "How...nice to see you."
He smiled a bit. "I see you were in the middle of something," His tone was teasing, but his brown eyes looked very serious as he continued, saying, "Mind if I join in?"
The brunette blinked, let his face fall into his palm, and finally just sighed with a shrug. "You know what? Why the hell not."
Yamamoto, giving the silver-haired young man a hand up, carefully led him to the bed, where Tsuna sat, legs crossed patiently. He carefully undressed Gokudera and with his careful lick from his tongue, he made the paler boy shiver, his senses further hightened by all of this engagement. Tsuna, meanwhile, spent his time handling his lower half, making him have to frequently shut his eyes in pleasure, being attacked from both sides causing sweat to bloom at his temple.
Long, rough fingers were what entered him from behind first, making him gasp. But he barely had time to do that-the cunning brunette in front of him was between flicking his small tongue against his nipples and dragging them further up the boy's chest to take the remainder of his breath away, his tongue playing games the silver-haired youth hadn't known it could play.
Slowly and still taking tantalizingly too long to just hurry up and get this over with, Yamamoto dealt with a snappy Gokudera, whereas Tsuna got the more docile version, leaving him vulnerable for the taking. As he'd been the one to start it, the smallest young man was the one to enter the silver-haired youth, the awkward feeling sending shudders down his spine and he fell into the baseball player's trap, where he was snaking up from his thighs to his length, and he was descending on it slyly, as though saying with his chocolate eyes, You know what I'm going to do next.
And did he ever. Gasping, moaning, and half-screaming from both sides, he was simultaneously pushed into and sucked of, coming not once, or not twice, but no-three times. Yamamoto carefully avoided the first blast before he and Tsuna had switched, and then the brunette let him come on his face, seeming to merely lick it off with a smirk before the two of them started to "clean" their target, but found themselves, between licking and rubbing his length again and rimming him, dirtying the sheets and themselves once more.
Leaving things soiled as they were, they settled for collapsing on top of each other, Tsunayoshi clasping the silver-haired youth tightly, and Yamamoto's long arms wrapping all of them up.
However, one over-energized bomber sandwiched between them thought with a pleased shudder, You know, I could get used to this. And he fell asleep with a crooked smile.
A/N: ...So yeah. XD I'm sorry if this failed. I TRIED, I SWEAR. P:
Pinwheeling
The day started off fairly normal. It was a fairly nice day outside, all quiet in the Sawada's household...
"TENTH, I HAVE A MESSAAAAAAGEEEEEE," Until that happened, at least. The brunette that lived there half-smiled at his friend's enthusiasm, but was more along the lines of annoyed, mostly because it was, you know, around seven o'clock in the morning. On a Sunday. But no matter. Nothing like that ever seemed to get his storm guardian down.
"Come to the gate, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna replied blearily, not bothering to get up. "Mom'll let you in."
"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm coming to the front door-I think Maman will let me in!" Letting out a groan as he rolled his eyes, he halfway shoved the covers off of his bed and let out a yawn.
Several moments after Gokudera had come in, he stormed into his bedroom, and upon the sight of the brunette (who's eyes were half-lidded from freshly awoken slumber, and his clothes and hair were in a disarray from having just woken up), he forced himself not to drool at the sight.
Noticing the stare, Tsuna raised an eyebrow. Huh? When he found his friend's green eyes focusing on the wall as he continued his rant, obviously flustered, he blinked a few times and looked down. His shirt was hanging off of his shoulders, and buttons had come undone to the point where the lower half of his abdomen was flashing the world. A smirk came to his lips. Hmm?
"So, uh, anyways," The boy coughed, straightening his collar. "I wanted to tell you this-The baseball idiot is trying to coerce me to have sex with him!"
Tsuna sat. He stared. His smirk fell. He blinked a couple more times. "...Excuse me?"
"I said-"
He held up a hand and pressed the fingers of the other hand to the bridge of his nose. "No, no, I heard what you said."
"Anyways, he just came up to me and he was like 'Gokudera, you're totally hot. I mean, I think Tsuna's hot too, but you're reaaaaaallly hot'. I mean, how am I supposed to respond to that?"
The brunette found his eyebrow and mouth twitching at that. He's stepping in on my territory, hrm? "That's uh...nice."
"Nice?!" Gokudera sputtered, pulling at the ends of his silver hair. "I don't even nnnnffff!"
A lightbulb went off in the smaller teen's head. With his smirk creeping back onto his face, he slunk out of the bed, his loose pants hanging on his hips making the dip from his abdomen even more noticeable. "You know, Gokudera-kun," Hips sashaying, the brunette slowly nudged the taller boy's back to the wall, the paler of the two flushing and gulping, pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. "I could make you forget that even happened," He pressed against him slowly, making sure their groins were touching through the cloth. The three-quarters Italian boy let out an eep and turned red, but let his green eyes shine eagerly, wanting every second of this. Tsuna snaked his thin arms around him and pressed ever closer, and leaned up far enough to run his tongue across the other male's lips.
Gokudera, eyes crossing at his dream come true, heard the doorbell outside as well as Tsuna did. Which was to say, they didn't. So, while Tsuna was edging closer to the boy's collarbone, untangling one arm to undo his shirt's buttons, pressing life-sucking kisses along his jaw, a certain someone had come into the household, and was trudging up the stairs. Green eyes went to the back of their lids when the smaller youth rolled his hips against him, just thinking, Yessss to all of this. Oh yes.
And then the door slammed open, tall baseball players unapologetically staring at the scene and blinking.
The brunette groaned aloud, interrupted. Gokudera, weak at the knees, couldn't find the power to do much else other than slump down against the wall, flushed.
"Yamamoto," Tsuna drawled slowly. "How...nice to see you."
He smiled a bit. "I see you were in the middle of something," His tone was teasing, but his brown eyes looked very serious as he continued, saying, "Mind if I join in?"
The brunette blinked, let his face fall into his palm, and finally just sighed with a shrug. "You know what? Why the hell not."
Yamamoto, giving the silver-haired young man a hand up, carefully led him to the bed, where Tsuna sat, legs crossed patiently. He carefully undressed Gokudera and with his careful lick from his tongue, he made the paler boy shiver, his senses further hightened by all of this engagement. Tsuna, meanwhile, spent his time handling his lower half, making him have to frequently shut his eyes in pleasure, being attacked from both sides causing sweat to bloom at his temple.
Long, rough fingers were what entered him from behind first, making him gasp. But he barely had time to do that-the cunning brunette in front of him was between flicking his small tongue against his nipples and dragging them further up the boy's chest to take the remainder of his breath away, his tongue playing games the silver-haired youth hadn't known it could play.
Slowly and still taking tantalizingly too long to just hurry up and get this over with, Yamamoto dealt with a snappy Gokudera, whereas Tsuna got the more docile version, leaving him vulnerable for the taking. As he'd been the one to start it, the smallest young man was the one to enter the silver-haired youth, the awkward feeling sending shudders down his spine and he fell into the baseball player's trap, where he was snaking up from his thighs to his length, and he was descending on it slyly, as though saying with his chocolate eyes, You know what I'm going to do next.
And did he ever. Gasping, moaning, and half-screaming from both sides, he was simultaneously pushed into and sucked of, coming not once, or not twice, but no-three times. Yamamoto carefully avoided the first blast before he and Tsuna had switched, and then the brunette let him come on his face, seeming to merely lick it off with a smirk before the two of them started to "clean" their target, but found themselves, between licking and rubbing his length again and rimming him, dirtying the sheets and themselves once more.
Leaving things soiled as they were, they settled for collapsing on top of each other, Tsunayoshi clasping the silver-haired youth tightly, and Yamamoto's long arms wrapping all of them up.
However, one over-energized bomber sandwiched between them thought with a pleased shudder, You know, I could get used to this. And he fell asleep with a crooked smile.
A/N: ...So yeah. XD I'm sorry if this failed. I TRIED, I SWEAR. P: