Katekyou Hitman Reborn! » Team Sports
Title Team Sports
Theme October 7: Double or Nothing at 31_days
Character/Pairing Takeshi Yamamoto/Tsuna Sawada/Hayato Gokudera
Rating NC-17
Warning More Tuna Sandwich porn.
Wordcount 1,600
Note For vicious_lullaby who finally managed to corrupt me into the Sandwich fandom in the first place. Companion piece to Fool Me Twice.
"Go-Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna's face said everything his voice didn't, though in that respect it seemed a little redundant. "What on Earth are you doing!"
"Happy birthday, Tenth!"
"My birthday isn't for another week! But either way why would you be naked!"
At that, Gokudera's face fell a little, though Tsuna couldn't see it through the hands he had covering his entire, bright red face. "I wanted to be the first to give you your gift."
"I don't want this kind of gift!"
"But...Tenth..." Tsuna could feel Gokudera's hands on his shoulders and he hoped like hell that that's all he'd feel on him. "I wanted to give you something special."
"This is too special! I-I'm not worth all of this trouble so maybe you can just... run out and get me some cake instead! Or...or maybe some of those Italian desserts. Ca-Cano... you know, the ones with the cheese in them?"
Gokudera ignored Tsuna's pleas, and gently lifted his hands away from his face, gripping his wrists meaningfully. "I had no idea you were into food play. Would you like me to run out and fetch some so that you can eat them-"
"That isn't what I meant!"
"Then," Gokudera began as he leaned in closer, "maybe we'll just start slowly."
Tsuna tried to protest; really, he did. But it's difficult to form words when someone is pinning your tongue between his teeth. It's even more difficult to form simple thoughts when that same person's hands decide to travel down your body and start undoing your belt. The shock keeps you paralyzed while the teeth keep you muted, and eventually you've got little choice but to simply endure. Maybe that's what Lambo has been talking about all these years...
Gokudera led Tsuna to the bed, easing him onto it, somehow never once pulling their lips apart. He finally did, however, when they were both horizontal and Gokudera was straddling his hips. "This is okay, right, Tenth?"
Tsuna couldn't ignore Gokudera's hand moving over his crotch - or the way it felt so good - so instead of saying what he knew he should, he nodded clumsily, letting his wide eyes fall shut.
"Good," Gokudera breathed, the relief evident. The tone of his voice suggested there was more that he wanted to say, but whatever it was was left unspoken as Gokudera pushed another kiss to Tsuna's lips. Tsuna even let himself fall so far into it that his arms reached up to wrap around Gokudera's neck, which promptly elicited a small, grateful whimper from his right-hand man's throat.
From somewhere far away, Tsuna heard the soft rattle of a door handle and felt the breath of it being opened, but he ignored it. "Hey! Hahaha! I didn't know we were starting a wrestling team. Is this a new part of the Mafia game?"
There was a silence so deafening it was painful and Tsuna's eyes shot right back open with all of their usual terror and more. Gokudera, on the other hand, became quite flustered about the completely wrong thing.
"Oi, baseball freak! Didn't you see the sign!"
"Well, the kiddo told me it was okay to just go right in. He said you guys were having a meeting that I should be in on, too. So what's up?"
Tsuna tried to push every single regret from his mind in the hopes that Reborn might miraculously burst onto the scene and shoot him.
"The sign said 'Do Not Disturb' and since when do you listen to anyone over the Boss anyway! Get the hell out of here!"
"Ya-Yamamoto!" Tsuna finally managed, wriggling out from beneath Gokudera just a little bit.
"Hey, Tsuna! I could hardly see you under there! Gokudera, maybe you should ease up on him a bit! Hahaha!" Before Gokudera could finish spluttering out his reply and before Tsuna could pass out from the embarrassment, Yamamoto had closed the door, locked it, and was stripping.
"What in the hell are you doing, idiot!"
"Well, I thought I'd help Tsuna out, since he's sort of at an unfair advantage, hahaha. You're obviously a lot stronger than he is, since you've already got him pinned. What are the rules!"
"R-rules?!" Tsuna spluttered.
"Yeah, for the match! I mean, I guess no clothes, which is good, because it would've been too easy to choke. What kinds of moves are allowed?"
Tsuna knew better than to keep arguing this point and instead focused his energy on not dying from the shame of this. It helped that Yamamoto had locked the door, but the good deed was negated when Yamamoto roughed Gokudera off of him, taking his place over Tsuna, and leaning in to replace Gokudera's lips, too.
But Tsuna didn't really want to protest this; Yamamoto was a decidedly better kisser than Gokudera, though it wasn't Gokudera's fault. Yamamoto just wasn't so...eager or insistent. His lips were softer and he led Tsuna instead of hoping to be led.
Still, it was Tsuna who ventured first, voluntarily sliding his tongue along Yamamoto's lip. It made the boy pull away and give Tsuna a funny look. "...Are you really supposed to use tongue when you're giving someone CPR?"
"I WASN'T GIVING HIM CPR YOU IDIOT."
"Ya-Yamamoto." He turned to look at Tsuna, whose half-lidded eyes and parted lips apparently weren't what he was expecting to see. "You're sitting... that is... I, uh..."
"Move, baseball freak!" Gokudera gave Yamamoto a hard shove to get him out of the way. "What is it, Tenth? What's wrong?"
Tsuna made a face that said he was more than a little uncomfortable saying it aloud, and simply squirmed beneath Gokudera's weight in the same way he was Yamamoto's only moments earlier. The expression changed considerably, however, when Tsuna felt Yamamoto's hands prying at his pants.
"Gokudera, sit up a little. I need to get Tsuna's pants off."
"You do not! Get your hands off of him!"
"Go-Gokudera-kun," Tsuna panted, his wriggling having ceased. He was, instead, attempting to lift Gokudera's weight with his own, arching his back and creating any space that he could for Yamamoto's hands to tug at his pants. If he'd had his eyes open, Tsuna would have seen the baffled look on Gokudera's face that melted into dejection and disappointment. Even without seeing it, though, Tsuna could sense it, and reached his hands up to pull Gokudera's mouth back into his.
Yamamoto diligently worked at Tsuna's pants, easing them from beneath the pair of his friends while Gokudera fumbled with Tsuna's shirt. Meanwhile, Tsuna hoped beyond hope that Yamamoto wouldn't be the first to notice how hard he'd gotten. "Tsuna! I didn't know you had a wrestling fetish, hahaha!"
Gokudera looked ready to burst with any number of expletives and insults, so Tsuna quickly intervened, sitting up and placing a hand on either of their chests. He hesitated before speaking, though, trying to figure out what he should be saying in this situation - what could even be said in this situation.
"For the last time, we're not wrestling!" Gokudera growled, fingers gripping the bedspread until his knuckles turned white.
"Then what-"
"I'm trying to have sex with him! Idiot!"
Tsuna thought, for a fleeting, blessed moment, that he actually did die of embarrassment. He was proven wrong by the calloused hand that wrapped itself around his erection, rough skin a surprisingly pleasant sensation. It was certainly a change from his own hands, which were far too smooth to belong to a boy of his age.
"How about we make it a contest, then?"
"It was supposed to be a birthday present!"
Tsuna bit back his comment on how neither of those made any more sense than the other.
"We'll see who can-"
"I don't care what crazy idea you've got in your head! Hands off!" With his eyes closed, trying to ignore the arguing and focus solely on the friction on his cock, Tsuna didn't expect the sudden tumble the three would take as Gokudera and Yamamoto both scrambled for positions. Heads crashed into elbows and knees into backs until, somehow, Tsuna found himself sandwiched between them: face in Gokudera's lap and Yamamoto behind him. This... this was where he stopped praying for death and simply gave in.
He wanted that hand back - he was fairly sure it had been Yamamoto's - and thought that if he just played along, he'd get it.
Well, at any rate, he got something. It was that calloused hand, most definitely Yamamoto's, and it was slathering cool, creamy lotion everywhere. "You don't even know what the hell you're doing, do you!"
"He's supposed to be lubed up, isn't he?"
"NOT EVERYWHERE! AND WHO EVEN SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO DO THAT ANYWAY!"
Yamamoto's hand did not stop moving, slathering lotion over his thighs, over his back, between his legs and oh, God, he wished Yamamoto would put his hand there again.
"Hahaha, so asking Tsuna permission is one of the rules?"
"No! You're not allowed to at all!"
Yamamoto's hand grazed over Tsuna's balls again and this time Tsuna moaned, involuntarily, but loud enough to be noticed.
"Hahaha! See, I knew he'd like it!"
Against his better judgement but purely for the sake of shutting them up and getting this over with, Tsuna reached a hesitant tongue foward and slid it across Gokudera's cock, which had been conflicted for quite some time between shrinking away from the tension and thriving on it. Gokudera faltered, the breath audibly catching in his throat. Then, hand shaking, his threaded his fingers into Tsuna's hair, not to rush him into anything, but almost to comfort him.
"Nn, if you - hurt him baseball freak - I'll k-kill you."
"Tell me if it hurts, Tsuna!"
Tsuna, whose mouth was now filled with Gokudera's erection, made no noise of acknowledgement. If this was his early birthday present, he was absolutely terrified of (and perhaps secretly aroused by) what the real day would bring.
Theme October 7: Double or Nothing at 31_days
Character/Pairing Takeshi Yamamoto/Tsuna Sawada/Hayato Gokudera
Rating NC-17
Warning More Tuna Sandwich porn.
Wordcount 1,600
Note For vicious_lullaby who finally managed to corrupt me into the Sandwich fandom in the first place. Companion piece to Fool Me Twice.
"Go-Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna's face said everything his voice didn't, though in that respect it seemed a little redundant. "What on Earth are you doing!"
"Happy birthday, Tenth!"
"My birthday isn't for another week! But either way why would you be naked!"
At that, Gokudera's face fell a little, though Tsuna couldn't see it through the hands he had covering his entire, bright red face. "I wanted to be the first to give you your gift."
"I don't want this kind of gift!"
"But...Tenth..." Tsuna could feel Gokudera's hands on his shoulders and he hoped like hell that that's all he'd feel on him. "I wanted to give you something special."
"This is too special! I-I'm not worth all of this trouble so maybe you can just... run out and get me some cake instead! Or...or maybe some of those Italian desserts. Ca-Cano... you know, the ones with the cheese in them?"
Gokudera ignored Tsuna's pleas, and gently lifted his hands away from his face, gripping his wrists meaningfully. "I had no idea you were into food play. Would you like me to run out and fetch some so that you can eat them-"
"That isn't what I meant!"
"Then," Gokudera began as he leaned in closer, "maybe we'll just start slowly."
Tsuna tried to protest; really, he did. But it's difficult to form words when someone is pinning your tongue between his teeth. It's even more difficult to form simple thoughts when that same person's hands decide to travel down your body and start undoing your belt. The shock keeps you paralyzed while the teeth keep you muted, and eventually you've got little choice but to simply endure. Maybe that's what Lambo has been talking about all these years...
Gokudera led Tsuna to the bed, easing him onto it, somehow never once pulling their lips apart. He finally did, however, when they were both horizontal and Gokudera was straddling his hips. "This is okay, right, Tenth?"
Tsuna couldn't ignore Gokudera's hand moving over his crotch - or the way it felt so good - so instead of saying what he knew he should, he nodded clumsily, letting his wide eyes fall shut.
"Good," Gokudera breathed, the relief evident. The tone of his voice suggested there was more that he wanted to say, but whatever it was was left unspoken as Gokudera pushed another kiss to Tsuna's lips. Tsuna even let himself fall so far into it that his arms reached up to wrap around Gokudera's neck, which promptly elicited a small, grateful whimper from his right-hand man's throat.
From somewhere far away, Tsuna heard the soft rattle of a door handle and felt the breath of it being opened, but he ignored it. "Hey! Hahaha! I didn't know we were starting a wrestling team. Is this a new part of the Mafia game?"
There was a silence so deafening it was painful and Tsuna's eyes shot right back open with all of their usual terror and more. Gokudera, on the other hand, became quite flustered about the completely wrong thing.
"Oi, baseball freak! Didn't you see the sign!"
"Well, the kiddo told me it was okay to just go right in. He said you guys were having a meeting that I should be in on, too. So what's up?"
Tsuna tried to push every single regret from his mind in the hopes that Reborn might miraculously burst onto the scene and shoot him.
"The sign said 'Do Not Disturb' and since when do you listen to anyone over the Boss anyway! Get the hell out of here!"
"Ya-Yamamoto!" Tsuna finally managed, wriggling out from beneath Gokudera just a little bit.
"Hey, Tsuna! I could hardly see you under there! Gokudera, maybe you should ease up on him a bit! Hahaha!" Before Gokudera could finish spluttering out his reply and before Tsuna could pass out from the embarrassment, Yamamoto had closed the door, locked it, and was stripping.
"What in the hell are you doing, idiot!"
"Well, I thought I'd help Tsuna out, since he's sort of at an unfair advantage, hahaha. You're obviously a lot stronger than he is, since you've already got him pinned. What are the rules!"
"R-rules?!" Tsuna spluttered.
"Yeah, for the match! I mean, I guess no clothes, which is good, because it would've been too easy to choke. What kinds of moves are allowed?"
Tsuna knew better than to keep arguing this point and instead focused his energy on not dying from the shame of this. It helped that Yamamoto had locked the door, but the good deed was negated when Yamamoto roughed Gokudera off of him, taking his place over Tsuna, and leaning in to replace Gokudera's lips, too.
But Tsuna didn't really want to protest this; Yamamoto was a decidedly better kisser than Gokudera, though it wasn't Gokudera's fault. Yamamoto just wasn't so...eager or insistent. His lips were softer and he led Tsuna instead of hoping to be led.
Still, it was Tsuna who ventured first, voluntarily sliding his tongue along Yamamoto's lip. It made the boy pull away and give Tsuna a funny look. "...Are you really supposed to use tongue when you're giving someone CPR?"
"I WASN'T GIVING HIM CPR YOU IDIOT."
"Ya-Yamamoto." He turned to look at Tsuna, whose half-lidded eyes and parted lips apparently weren't what he was expecting to see. "You're sitting... that is... I, uh..."
"Move, baseball freak!" Gokudera gave Yamamoto a hard shove to get him out of the way. "What is it, Tenth? What's wrong?"
Tsuna made a face that said he was more than a little uncomfortable saying it aloud, and simply squirmed beneath Gokudera's weight in the same way he was Yamamoto's only moments earlier. The expression changed considerably, however, when Tsuna felt Yamamoto's hands prying at his pants.
"Gokudera, sit up a little. I need to get Tsuna's pants off."
"You do not! Get your hands off of him!"
"Go-Gokudera-kun," Tsuna panted, his wriggling having ceased. He was, instead, attempting to lift Gokudera's weight with his own, arching his back and creating any space that he could for Yamamoto's hands to tug at his pants. If he'd had his eyes open, Tsuna would have seen the baffled look on Gokudera's face that melted into dejection and disappointment. Even without seeing it, though, Tsuna could sense it, and reached his hands up to pull Gokudera's mouth back into his.
Yamamoto diligently worked at Tsuna's pants, easing them from beneath the pair of his friends while Gokudera fumbled with Tsuna's shirt. Meanwhile, Tsuna hoped beyond hope that Yamamoto wouldn't be the first to notice how hard he'd gotten. "Tsuna! I didn't know you had a wrestling fetish, hahaha!"
Gokudera looked ready to burst with any number of expletives and insults, so Tsuna quickly intervened, sitting up and placing a hand on either of their chests. He hesitated before speaking, though, trying to figure out what he should be saying in this situation - what could even be said in this situation.
"For the last time, we're not wrestling!" Gokudera growled, fingers gripping the bedspread until his knuckles turned white.
"Then what-"
"I'm trying to have sex with him! Idiot!"
Tsuna thought, for a fleeting, blessed moment, that he actually did die of embarrassment. He was proven wrong by the calloused hand that wrapped itself around his erection, rough skin a surprisingly pleasant sensation. It was certainly a change from his own hands, which were far too smooth to belong to a boy of his age.
"How about we make it a contest, then?"
"It was supposed to be a birthday present!"
Tsuna bit back his comment on how neither of those made any more sense than the other.
"We'll see who can-"
"I don't care what crazy idea you've got in your head! Hands off!" With his eyes closed, trying to ignore the arguing and focus solely on the friction on his cock, Tsuna didn't expect the sudden tumble the three would take as Gokudera and Yamamoto both scrambled for positions. Heads crashed into elbows and knees into backs until, somehow, Tsuna found himself sandwiched between them: face in Gokudera's lap and Yamamoto behind him. This... this was where he stopped praying for death and simply gave in.
He wanted that hand back - he was fairly sure it had been Yamamoto's - and thought that if he just played along, he'd get it.
Well, at any rate, he got something. It was that calloused hand, most definitely Yamamoto's, and it was slathering cool, creamy lotion everywhere. "You don't even know what the hell you're doing, do you!"
"He's supposed to be lubed up, isn't he?"
"NOT EVERYWHERE! AND WHO EVEN SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO DO THAT ANYWAY!"
Yamamoto's hand did not stop moving, slathering lotion over his thighs, over his back, between his legs and oh, God, he wished Yamamoto would put his hand there again.
"Hahaha, so asking Tsuna permission is one of the rules?"
"No! You're not allowed to at all!"
Yamamoto's hand grazed over Tsuna's balls again and this time Tsuna moaned, involuntarily, but loud enough to be noticed.
"Hahaha! See, I knew he'd like it!"
Against his better judgement but purely for the sake of shutting them up and getting this over with, Tsuna reached a hesitant tongue foward and slid it across Gokudera's cock, which had been conflicted for quite some time between shrinking away from the tension and thriving on it. Gokudera faltered, the breath audibly catching in his throat. Then, hand shaking, his threaded his fingers into Tsuna's hair, not to rush him into anything, but almost to comfort him.
"Nn, if you - hurt him baseball freak - I'll k-kill you."
"Tell me if it hurts, Tsuna!"
Tsuna, whose mouth was now filled with Gokudera's erection, made no noise of acknowledgement. If this was his early birthday present, he was absolutely terrified of (and perhaps secretly aroused by) what the real day would bring.