37: In the Movie Theater
Title: She's Half Naked (explicit)
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 37: In the Movie Theater
Wordcount: 898
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"Jesus," Gokudera whispered out, his eyes darting around because they were so exposed in the darkness of the theater, "Jesus fucking Christ how did I let you talk me into this one?"
"Look, she's half naked."
"What the fuck, you drag me to a movie then you promptly start to," Gokudera received a few 'shh's so he hushed his tone, "Promptly start to jerk me off then start commenting on the fact that what's-her-face in this shitty movie is baring her breasts for the world to see." Gokudera had his feet up on the back of the chair in front of him and Yamamoto had his hand shoved down Gokudera's pants and Yamamoto was jerking him off half-mindedly as he watched this crappy chick flick.
He was also eating popcorn and making like he wasn't doing anything. It was that fact that was probably pissing Gokudera off the most. "You can't just shove your hand down my pants and think I'll take it,"
"I'm not sure what's better, her boobs or this popcorn."
"That's it!" Gokudera yelled, making everyone in the theater look at him. He yanked Yamamoto's hand out of his pants and, god damnit, Yamamoto started to lick it clean then stood up. He buttoned up the fly of his pants and started to walk out to the theater; he brushed past security and walked into the male's bathroom, locked a stall behind him and dropped his drawers.
He was half way to finished when he heard Yamamoto's voice, "Hey, hey, Gokudera? Are you in here? Some people said you came in here."
Gokudera thought maybe he should just stay silent but then he saw Yamamoto poke his head under the stall, "Oh hey, Gokude-"
Yamamoto was quickly cut off because Gokudera thought it the perfect time to smash his foot into Yamamoto's face. Twice, for good luck. He heard Yamamoto sputter and he saw blood trickle onto the tiled floor but strangely he felt very little pity. "Have you ever tried playing soccer?" Gokudera heard Yamamoto question after a little while. Yamamoto's voice was stuffed, as if he had wads of paper towel under his nose to try and quell the bleeding.
"No. Why?" Gokudera asked, doing his pants back up with a forlorn sigh.
"Because you'd be awesome at it." Yamamoto said, looking under the stall again. He did indeed have wads of brown paper towel under his nose and they were stained an ugly red. Gokudera had seen blood enough to know that basically all shades of blood were ugly but that shade was just revolting, "Hey," Yamamoto started again and Gokudera was so tempted to kick him in the face again but he didn't, "I understand I made you angry, so I came here to say sorry and offer you a helping hand."
"A helping hand?" Gokudera deadpanned with a disbelieving snarl on his face. If Yamamoto really did say that he was going to kick Yamamoto in the balls next time.
"Yeah, I mean, I know I left you a little hard-" Yamamoto was cut off by Gokudera unlocking the stall, bending down and yanking Yamamoto into the stall with him by the shirt collar then locking the door behind them. Yamamoto chuckled a little and scratched the back of his head, "Is that a yes?"
Then Gokudera made the toe of his foot connect with Yamamoto's crotch so hard the paper tissues dislodged themselves from Yamamoto's nostrils and sent Yamamoto to the ground, gasping for breath and mercy, "You fucker, you actually said what I thought you said."
Yamamoto was too busy cradling his dick and trying to conceal his moans of utter agony to reply.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're ridiculous!" Gokudera yelled, bending down and yanking Yamamoto close and smashing their lips together. Gokudera bent forward, pushing Yamamoto backwards and up against the wall of the stall. Gokudera ripped the button of Yamamoto's fly off and quickly made short work of Yamamoto's smiley face boxers and yanked Yamamoto's still-tender cock out of his pants, "You so owe me for this," Gokudera muttered against Yamamoto's bruised lips.
Yamamoto made a small whimpering sound that was so un-manly Gokudera had to wonder if he was imagining the cock he was fondling with the palm of his hand.
Gokudera was positioned over Yamamoto's thigh and with every harsh stroke he pushed his hips down to get a little friction because he still hadn't gotten off and he was damn well going to. The panting and choked sobs from Yamamoto were pushing Gokudera to be a little more rough than usual and he was scared to admit the dried blood on Yamamoto's face was getting him off. The wanton, submissive look on Yamamoto was so different than Yamamoto's usual look. Instead of healthy tanned cheeks his cheeks were shaded a deep red and instead of gleaming, open eyes his eyes were half mast and a little red around the edges. Yamamoto had a knuckle between his teeth so he could bite down if he was tempted to moan too loudly or yip as Gokudera pushed harder and faster.
They came together, violently as usual, and it took only a second for Gokudera to realize what they had just done. But seeing Yamamoto so un-cool and palpable made Gokudera give the only ounce of mercy he had to Yamamoto, if only for a second.
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 37: In the Movie Theater
Wordcount: 898
***
"Jesus," Gokudera whispered out, his eyes darting around because they were so exposed in the darkness of the theater, "Jesus fucking Christ how did I let you talk me into this one?"
"Look, she's half naked."
"What the fuck, you drag me to a movie then you promptly start to," Gokudera received a few 'shh's so he hushed his tone, "Promptly start to jerk me off then start commenting on the fact that what's-her-face in this shitty movie is baring her breasts for the world to see." Gokudera had his feet up on the back of the chair in front of him and Yamamoto had his hand shoved down Gokudera's pants and Yamamoto was jerking him off half-mindedly as he watched this crappy chick flick.
He was also eating popcorn and making like he wasn't doing anything. It was that fact that was probably pissing Gokudera off the most. "You can't just shove your hand down my pants and think I'll take it,"
"I'm not sure what's better, her boobs or this popcorn."
"That's it!" Gokudera yelled, making everyone in the theater look at him. He yanked Yamamoto's hand out of his pants and, god damnit, Yamamoto started to lick it clean then stood up. He buttoned up the fly of his pants and started to walk out to the theater; he brushed past security and walked into the male's bathroom, locked a stall behind him and dropped his drawers.
He was half way to finished when he heard Yamamoto's voice, "Hey, hey, Gokudera? Are you in here? Some people said you came in here."
Gokudera thought maybe he should just stay silent but then he saw Yamamoto poke his head under the stall, "Oh hey, Gokude-"
Yamamoto was quickly cut off because Gokudera thought it the perfect time to smash his foot into Yamamoto's face. Twice, for good luck. He heard Yamamoto sputter and he saw blood trickle onto the tiled floor but strangely he felt very little pity. "Have you ever tried playing soccer?" Gokudera heard Yamamoto question after a little while. Yamamoto's voice was stuffed, as if he had wads of paper towel under his nose to try and quell the bleeding.
"No. Why?" Gokudera asked, doing his pants back up with a forlorn sigh.
"Because you'd be awesome at it." Yamamoto said, looking under the stall again. He did indeed have wads of brown paper towel under his nose and they were stained an ugly red. Gokudera had seen blood enough to know that basically all shades of blood were ugly but that shade was just revolting, "Hey," Yamamoto started again and Gokudera was so tempted to kick him in the face again but he didn't, "I understand I made you angry, so I came here to say sorry and offer you a helping hand."
"A helping hand?" Gokudera deadpanned with a disbelieving snarl on his face. If Yamamoto really did say that he was going to kick Yamamoto in the balls next time.
"Yeah, I mean, I know I left you a little hard-" Yamamoto was cut off by Gokudera unlocking the stall, bending down and yanking Yamamoto into the stall with him by the shirt collar then locking the door behind them. Yamamoto chuckled a little and scratched the back of his head, "Is that a yes?"
Then Gokudera made the toe of his foot connect with Yamamoto's crotch so hard the paper tissues dislodged themselves from Yamamoto's nostrils and sent Yamamoto to the ground, gasping for breath and mercy, "You fucker, you actually said what I thought you said."
Yamamoto was too busy cradling his dick and trying to conceal his moans of utter agony to reply.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're ridiculous!" Gokudera yelled, bending down and yanking Yamamoto close and smashing their lips together. Gokudera bent forward, pushing Yamamoto backwards and up against the wall of the stall. Gokudera ripped the button of Yamamoto's fly off and quickly made short work of Yamamoto's smiley face boxers and yanked Yamamoto's still-tender cock out of his pants, "You so owe me for this," Gokudera muttered against Yamamoto's bruised lips.
Yamamoto made a small whimpering sound that was so un-manly Gokudera had to wonder if he was imagining the cock he was fondling with the palm of his hand.
Gokudera was positioned over Yamamoto's thigh and with every harsh stroke he pushed his hips down to get a little friction because he still hadn't gotten off and he was damn well going to. The panting and choked sobs from Yamamoto were pushing Gokudera to be a little more rough than usual and he was scared to admit the dried blood on Yamamoto's face was getting him off. The wanton, submissive look on Yamamoto was so different than Yamamoto's usual look. Instead of healthy tanned cheeks his cheeks were shaded a deep red and instead of gleaming, open eyes his eyes were half mast and a little red around the edges. Yamamoto had a knuckle between his teeth so he could bite down if he was tempted to moan too loudly or yip as Gokudera pushed harder and faster.
They came together, violently as usual, and it took only a second for Gokudera to realize what they had just done. But seeing Yamamoto so un-cool and palpable made Gokudera give the only ounce of mercy he had to Yamamoto, if only for a second.