PART TROIS
03. Future.
To say he had expected it was a lie. To say he didn’t like it, well, that would be a lie too.
Closing his eyes, Gokudera tilted his head to the side, pressing back into the kiss. His stomach did something funny, and his lips tingled and he knew that had this been any other time he would have-
Well, maybe not. Maybe he wouldn’t have pushed Yamamoto away. Who was he kidding? Besides, it’s not like anyone could read his mind. He liked it. He liked it, damnit, even if it was weird, since he was supposed to hate the guy but. But.
There was something about his laugh, his touch, his dorky grin that made Gokudera’s toes curl - in the good way. He felt his face flush, and he reached up a hand to rest on the back of Yamamoto’s neck, skin hot under his touch. He felt Yamamoto shudder slightly, which only made his face flush more (did he do that?), before he felt a hand against his cheek, thumb rubbing softly against his skin.
Okay so. Maybe it was time to reevaluate his feelings.
Pulling away uncertainly, Gokudera cleared his throat, the sound harsh in the previously silent room. He dropped his hand from Yamamoto’s neck and stood up, wrist lingering in Yamamoto’s grasp for a moment longer than protocol demanded.
“Um. I uh,” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Yamamoto furrowed his eyebrows, closing the album and shoving it back under his bed. Gokudera wondered what he was thinking (rejection? Because it certainly wasn’t rejection) as he stood up. They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Gokudera cleared his throat again.
“Well I should um. Probably…go.”
“Wait, uh, Gokudera, I didn’t mean-”
“No, hey, no it’s not your fault, I just-”
“Wait-!”
Gokudera stopped when he felt Yamamoto’s hand grabbing his wrist again; only it was harder this time, the kind of grip expected of a baseball player and swordsman. “Wait,” he repeated, but Gokudera didn’t turn around to look at him. He didn’t, however, try and break away from Yamamoto’s hold.
“I didn’t mean to make you, you know, uncomfortable, I just-I couldn’t-I mean…” He trailed off, and Gokudera frowned at the floor, waiting for him to continue. Yamamoto always continued.
“I know that you like, liked, whatever, Tsuna and… I know you have for a while but I… You don’t understand, Gokudera. You’re like… like the biggest mystery ever. You appear out of nowhere, and you-you look like someone out of a foreign film or something! And then you’ve got this personality that I don’t even get-and not to mention-” He stopped himself there and when Gokudera turned his head just enough to see Yamamoto out of the corner of his eye, the baseball player had his gaze fixed on the floor and his brows furrowed.
“There’s just a lot I like about you, okay? And you looked-you seemed really upset and I couldn’t just let you go home alone, you know? It wasn’t my intention for… for all this to happen. Whatever this is. And-”
Gokudera turned around abruptly, using his free hand to grab Yamamoto’s neck and pull him down quickly, cutting off his words by pressing his lips to the other boy’s. After a moment he pulled back, eyes still closed. “Shut up. You talk to much when you’re nervous.” He opened his eyes, smirking a bit at Yamamoto’s confused expression. “And wipe that look off your face, you look retarded.”
He pulled Yamamoto back in for another kiss, which, now that he was aware of the situation, Yamamoto returned whole-heartedly. Dropping Gokudera’s wrist Yamamoto wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Smiling a bit into the kiss, Gokudera dropped his hands to Yamamoto’s chest, pushing him back until the other boy felt his knees hit the bed and he fell back onto it, pulling Gokudera down with him.
Gokudera was all too willing to comply. Straddling Yamamoto, he ran his hands up to his shoulders, gasping into the kiss when he felt Yamamoto slip his hands under his shirt, hands on his hips, fingers skimming along his lower back.
Taking advantage of the gasp, Yamamoto deepened the kiss tentatively; Gokudera responded just as tentatively at first, but within moments both had given up caring. It felt good - what else really mattered, right?
Gokudera pulled back, moving off of Yamamoto and sitting back on the bed so that they could both fit easily, and Yamamoto followed, moving between his legs before leaning down to kiss him again. Gokudera whimpered into the kiss as he felt one hand trail up his ribs, the other moving down his leg (the school slacks did very little to hinder the sensation, he noted) before coming to a stop just below his knee.
Well, Yamamoto thought, that was certainly a sound he wouldn’t mind hearing again.
His hand ghosted up the side of Gokudera’s chest, thumb brushing against his nipple, just enough to elicit a reaction. Gokudera broke away from the kiss, tilting his head back and letting out a soft sound, and Yamamoto nipped at the bare skin just below his jaw, trailing kisses and nips down his neck. Gokudera let out a soft whine, hands gripping tightly at Yamamoto’s shoulders.
He wasn’t quite sure where this was headed; he didn’t really care.
Somehow the sweater of his uniform had come off, and his shirt was unbuttoned and his socks and pants were gone too, and Yamamoto was in a similar state of undress, only he still had his pants but was missing his shirt. Gokudera wasn’t quite sure how it had gotten to that point (other than the constant feeling of needing to see more, touch more skin) and for a moment he was just the slightest bit afraid.
But then there was Yamamoto, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly, hands running slowly down the inside of his thighs, half-closed eyes locked onto his own, as if he was saying trust me, but Gokudera was quite positive neither of them had made any sounds other than various ones of pleasure and approval, with the occasional name. Gokudera turned his head, nudging Yamamoto’s cheek with his nose, closing his eyes before brushing his lips slightly against Yamamoto’s. I trust you.
Yamamoto pressed a kiss to his lips before the weight of him was gone and Gokudera was left alone on the bed, lacking pants, and with a rather straining erection, if he may say so. But the sight of Yamamoto kicking off his pants (he snickered when he almost tripped) and rummaging around in his drawers, butt-naked, was definitely not something he would complain about.
Especially because Yamamoto was suddenly back on top of him, and skin was touching skin in all the right places. He buried his face in Yamamoto’s shoulder, trying not to yell too loudly, and he heard Yamamoto let out a soft, very Yamamoto-ish moan. Which, Gokudera thought, was a great sound.
And as much as he normally hated giving himself over, well, he didn’t really mind Yamamoto taking charge. He grabbed at his neck and shoulder, fingernails digging into skin once his legs were spread and a cold, wet finger was pressing gently at a place he had, quite honestly, never expected anyone to be touching. He let out a whimper as Yamamoto pushed in gently (god he hated it, he sounded to weak, so pathetic, it wasn’t as though he’d never felt pain before) and tried to ignore it. He barely heard Yamamoto’s whispers, and then his hand had dropped from his leg and wrapped around him and stroked, and Gokudera couldn’t really think of anything after that.
Crying out (although he’d deny it if it was brought up), he dug his fingernails harder into Yamamoto’s skin, dropping his head back onto the bed - oh was that a pillow? - they were on. He didn’t notice when Yamamoto had put another finger in, stretched, then another, hooked his fingers, and - that was when he noticed. His entire body tensed up and he definitely let out a sound he would be embarrassed over later. When he looked up at Yamamoto, he was smirking a bit, before he leaned down and nibbled at Gokudera’s neck, the same spot as before (it was going to leave a mark, Gokudera managed to note in between waves of pleasure).
But then everything was gone, and Gokudera whined a bit at the loss of feeling. He watched, his face in what he was sure was a pout, as Yamamoto slipped on a condom (when’d he get that? Oh right, when he took off his pants) before he settled back on top of Gokudera again.
Yamamoto looked at him, questioning, but Gokudera simply pulled him down for a soft, slow kiss, one that was unlike him in every way but just the right encouragement Yamamoto needed. He pushed in slowly, letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure; Gokudera covered his own face with a hand, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, because in a moment-in a moment…
And then Yamamoto moved, and Gokudera moved too, and something within him exploded, Gokudera was sure of it, because it all felt so amazing and he knew it was going to be over way too soon it shouldn’t have to end it felt too good too good too much-
Gokudera came first, with a bit of a yell and a gasp, shuddering as Yamamoto rode out his orgasm until he came too, falling on top of him. Gokudera couldn’t bring himself to mind, and almost cared more when Yamamoto rolled off of him. After both managed to regain a bit of a thought process, Yamamoto disposed quickly of the condom (in his bedroom trashcan and not down the toilet, as he remembered that Sex Ed class from a couple years back reminded them) and Gokudera cleaned himself off with the shirt he had somehow managed to keep on the entire time. It was ruined anyway; he was certain a couple buttons had fallen off.
Crawling under the covers, Gokudera pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. Yamamoto stumbled back in, legs still in a somewhat gelatinous state, collapsing on the bed next to Gokudera.
“So,” he said, after a moment. Gokudera looked down at him, blinking.
“So?”
A pause.
“Does this mean I get to call you Hayato now?”
04. End.
To say he had expected it was a lie. To say he didn’t like it, well, that would be a lie too.
Closing his eyes, Gokudera tilted his head to the side, pressing back into the kiss. His stomach did something funny, and his lips tingled and he knew that had this been any other time he would have-
Well, maybe not. Maybe he wouldn’t have pushed Yamamoto away. Who was he kidding? Besides, it’s not like anyone could read his mind. He liked it. He liked it, damnit, even if it was weird, since he was supposed to hate the guy but. But.
There was something about his laugh, his touch, his dorky grin that made Gokudera’s toes curl - in the good way. He felt his face flush, and he reached up a hand to rest on the back of Yamamoto’s neck, skin hot under his touch. He felt Yamamoto shudder slightly, which only made his face flush more (did he do that?), before he felt a hand against his cheek, thumb rubbing softly against his skin.
Okay so. Maybe it was time to reevaluate his feelings.
Pulling away uncertainly, Gokudera cleared his throat, the sound harsh in the previously silent room. He dropped his hand from Yamamoto’s neck and stood up, wrist lingering in Yamamoto’s grasp for a moment longer than protocol demanded.
“Um. I uh,” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Yamamoto furrowed his eyebrows, closing the album and shoving it back under his bed. Gokudera wondered what he was thinking (rejection? Because it certainly wasn’t rejection) as he stood up. They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Gokudera cleared his throat again.
“Well I should um. Probably…go.”
“Wait, uh, Gokudera, I didn’t mean-”
“No, hey, no it’s not your fault, I just-”
“Wait-!”
Gokudera stopped when he felt Yamamoto’s hand grabbing his wrist again; only it was harder this time, the kind of grip expected of a baseball player and swordsman. “Wait,” he repeated, but Gokudera didn’t turn around to look at him. He didn’t, however, try and break away from Yamamoto’s hold.
“I didn’t mean to make you, you know, uncomfortable, I just-I couldn’t-I mean…” He trailed off, and Gokudera frowned at the floor, waiting for him to continue. Yamamoto always continued.
“I know that you like, liked, whatever, Tsuna and… I know you have for a while but I… You don’t understand, Gokudera. You’re like… like the biggest mystery ever. You appear out of nowhere, and you-you look like someone out of a foreign film or something! And then you’ve got this personality that I don’t even get-and not to mention-” He stopped himself there and when Gokudera turned his head just enough to see Yamamoto out of the corner of his eye, the baseball player had his gaze fixed on the floor and his brows furrowed.
“There’s just a lot I like about you, okay? And you looked-you seemed really upset and I couldn’t just let you go home alone, you know? It wasn’t my intention for… for all this to happen. Whatever this is. And-”
Gokudera turned around abruptly, using his free hand to grab Yamamoto’s neck and pull him down quickly, cutting off his words by pressing his lips to the other boy’s. After a moment he pulled back, eyes still closed. “Shut up. You talk to much when you’re nervous.” He opened his eyes, smirking a bit at Yamamoto’s confused expression. “And wipe that look off your face, you look retarded.”
He pulled Yamamoto back in for another kiss, which, now that he was aware of the situation, Yamamoto returned whole-heartedly. Dropping Gokudera’s wrist Yamamoto wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Smiling a bit into the kiss, Gokudera dropped his hands to Yamamoto’s chest, pushing him back until the other boy felt his knees hit the bed and he fell back onto it, pulling Gokudera down with him.
Gokudera was all too willing to comply. Straddling Yamamoto, he ran his hands up to his shoulders, gasping into the kiss when he felt Yamamoto slip his hands under his shirt, hands on his hips, fingers skimming along his lower back.
Taking advantage of the gasp, Yamamoto deepened the kiss tentatively; Gokudera responded just as tentatively at first, but within moments both had given up caring. It felt good - what else really mattered, right?
Gokudera pulled back, moving off of Yamamoto and sitting back on the bed so that they could both fit easily, and Yamamoto followed, moving between his legs before leaning down to kiss him again. Gokudera whimpered into the kiss as he felt one hand trail up his ribs, the other moving down his leg (the school slacks did very little to hinder the sensation, he noted) before coming to a stop just below his knee.
Well, Yamamoto thought, that was certainly a sound he wouldn’t mind hearing again.
His hand ghosted up the side of Gokudera’s chest, thumb brushing against his nipple, just enough to elicit a reaction. Gokudera broke away from the kiss, tilting his head back and letting out a soft sound, and Yamamoto nipped at the bare skin just below his jaw, trailing kisses and nips down his neck. Gokudera let out a soft whine, hands gripping tightly at Yamamoto’s shoulders.
He wasn’t quite sure where this was headed; he didn’t really care.
Somehow the sweater of his uniform had come off, and his shirt was unbuttoned and his socks and pants were gone too, and Yamamoto was in a similar state of undress, only he still had his pants but was missing his shirt. Gokudera wasn’t quite sure how it had gotten to that point (other than the constant feeling of needing to see more, touch more skin) and for a moment he was just the slightest bit afraid.
But then there was Yamamoto, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly, hands running slowly down the inside of his thighs, half-closed eyes locked onto his own, as if he was saying trust me, but Gokudera was quite positive neither of them had made any sounds other than various ones of pleasure and approval, with the occasional name. Gokudera turned his head, nudging Yamamoto’s cheek with his nose, closing his eyes before brushing his lips slightly against Yamamoto’s. I trust you.
Yamamoto pressed a kiss to his lips before the weight of him was gone and Gokudera was left alone on the bed, lacking pants, and with a rather straining erection, if he may say so. But the sight of Yamamoto kicking off his pants (he snickered when he almost tripped) and rummaging around in his drawers, butt-naked, was definitely not something he would complain about.
Especially because Yamamoto was suddenly back on top of him, and skin was touching skin in all the right places. He buried his face in Yamamoto’s shoulder, trying not to yell too loudly, and he heard Yamamoto let out a soft, very Yamamoto-ish moan. Which, Gokudera thought, was a great sound.
And as much as he normally hated giving himself over, well, he didn’t really mind Yamamoto taking charge. He grabbed at his neck and shoulder, fingernails digging into skin once his legs were spread and a cold, wet finger was pressing gently at a place he had, quite honestly, never expected anyone to be touching. He let out a whimper as Yamamoto pushed in gently (god he hated it, he sounded to weak, so pathetic, it wasn’t as though he’d never felt pain before) and tried to ignore it. He barely heard Yamamoto’s whispers, and then his hand had dropped from his leg and wrapped around him and stroked, and Gokudera couldn’t really think of anything after that.
Crying out (although he’d deny it if it was brought up), he dug his fingernails harder into Yamamoto’s skin, dropping his head back onto the bed - oh was that a pillow? - they were on. He didn’t notice when Yamamoto had put another finger in, stretched, then another, hooked his fingers, and - that was when he noticed. His entire body tensed up and he definitely let out a sound he would be embarrassed over later. When he looked up at Yamamoto, he was smirking a bit, before he leaned down and nibbled at Gokudera’s neck, the same spot as before (it was going to leave a mark, Gokudera managed to note in between waves of pleasure).
But then everything was gone, and Gokudera whined a bit at the loss of feeling. He watched, his face in what he was sure was a pout, as Yamamoto slipped on a condom (when’d he get that? Oh right, when he took off his pants) before he settled back on top of Gokudera again.
Yamamoto looked at him, questioning, but Gokudera simply pulled him down for a soft, slow kiss, one that was unlike him in every way but just the right encouragement Yamamoto needed. He pushed in slowly, letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure; Gokudera covered his own face with a hand, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, because in a moment-in a moment…
And then Yamamoto moved, and Gokudera moved too, and something within him exploded, Gokudera was sure of it, because it all felt so amazing and he knew it was going to be over way too soon it shouldn’t have to end it felt too good too good too much-
Gokudera came first, with a bit of a yell and a gasp, shuddering as Yamamoto rode out his orgasm until he came too, falling on top of him. Gokudera couldn’t bring himself to mind, and almost cared more when Yamamoto rolled off of him. After both managed to regain a bit of a thought process, Yamamoto disposed quickly of the condom (in his bedroom trashcan and not down the toilet, as he remembered that Sex Ed class from a couple years back reminded them) and Gokudera cleaned himself off with the shirt he had somehow managed to keep on the entire time. It was ruined anyway; he was certain a couple buttons had fallen off.
Crawling under the covers, Gokudera pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. Yamamoto stumbled back in, legs still in a somewhat gelatinous state, collapsing on the bed next to Gokudera.
“So,” he said, after a moment. Gokudera looked down at him, blinking.
“So?”
A pause.
“Does this mean I get to call you Hayato now?”
04. End.