[fic] Sake
Title: Sake
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera
Rating: R for alcohol, language and sexual situations
Prompt: 5drunkfics “Forget”
Word Count: 2,095
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira.
Summary: Yamamoto isn’t sure what he wants anymore, and Gokudera isn’t helping the matter.
A/N: This is part three of my series for 5drunkfics. You can read part one (Punch) here and part two (Vodka) here to refresh your memory of the story thus far.
Yamamoto shivered in his jacket and brushed some snow off his hair with his free hand. Hugging a grocery bag to his chest, he knocked on the door before him. A gust of wind shrieked in his ears, but if he strained them hard enough, he could hear the soft click of the deadbolt being slid back. A few seconds later, Gokudera cracked the door open.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Haha, nice to see you, too. I thought we could hang out together tonight.” Yamamoto held up the bag. “I brought snacks and sushi!”
Gokudera eyed him for a second before crossing his arms over his chest. “Why the hell do you think I wouldn’t already have plans for New Year’s Eve?”
Scratching his cheek, the other boy laughed. “Well, I just assumed you would be alone, since Tsuna already has plans with Kyoko-chan.”
“I could be spending the holiday with my sister.”
“Really? Bianchi? She’s coming over?”
Gokudera shifted his feet. “…She was here a little earlier. Cavallone already came by to pick her up, thank God. She was going to cook minestrone for me,” he said with a shiver and backed up a bit. “Well, if you’re going to come in, do it already. You’re letting all the cold air in!”
Yamamoto grinned and followed Gokudera inside, closing the door behind him. It was the first time he’d been in his friend’s apartment since Tsuna’s birthday, and he was a little nervous.
After spending the night after the party, he had helped Gokudera ride out his hangover with aspirin, water, and rice. It was apparent that Gokudera had completely forgotten about the kiss they’d shared at his front door, since Yamamoto was the only one dancing on eggshells. Gokudera had only complained about his headache and how he’d made a fool of himself in front of Tsuna, leaving Yamamoto to dwell on the kiss by himself.
Something had changed within him after that night. Or maybe nothing had changed, maybe it was just a realization of something already there, hidden inside Yamamoto’s heart. Lately he had been thinking more and more about Gokudera, about his sharp eyes, about his hunched shoulders, about that open smile he had when his defenses were down. And there were dreams too, dreams that made him shiver in equal parts excitement and disgust. They hovered on the edges of his mind all day, reminding him that what he felt for Gokudera was not friendship. They frightened him. He wanted to go back to the days of laughing and having fun, just hanging out with Gokudera and Tsuna without feeling awkward and insecure around the Italian.
That’s why Yamamoto was here. He needed to repair this relationship before he convinced himself that he actually had a chance of having something more. He needed to remind himself that he could still be close to Gokudera platonically. He needed to forget the kiss. Maybe it was a stupid idea, but he needed to try.
Following Gokudera into the main room of the apartment, he set the bag down on the low table and pulled out his offerings: two bentos and some cola.
“Do you have chopsticks? I forgot to pack those.” Yamamoto grinned sheepishly at Gokudera, who rolled his eyes and went to rummage around in the kitchen. A minute later, he came back with two pairs of chopsticks. He sat down at the table and motioned for Yamamoto to do the same, opening his bento with the other hand. Inside was a rainbow of nigirizushi, maki and pickled ginger.
“I just asked my dad to make a variety, haha. I guess he went a little overboard.”
Gokudera mumbled something about thanking him for the meal and picked up the first piece. Yamamoto’s eyes followed the chopsticks to Gokudera’s lips, watching as white teeth delicately grasped the tuna and rice and pulled the sushi into his mouth.
He blinked and quickly turned back to his own meal, ashamed at himself for so blatantly staring. The purpose of this visit was to strengthen his friendship with the other boy, not to provide fodder for his adolescent wet dreams. He picked up a maki and shoved it in his mouth with closed eyes.
Ten minutes later, Gokudera took one last swig from his cola before giving a contented sigh. “Not bad. The eel was pretty good.”
Yamamoto nodded, and suddenly things felt awkward. He wasn’t sure what to do now; who knew if he might open his mouth and let something incriminating spill out.
But now Gokudera was looking at him expectantly, so he had to say something. “Glad you liked it. I was thinking we could watch the sunrise tomorrow morning, but we have a few hours to kill until then, haha.”
Frankly, he had invited himself over without much prior planning, so it was pretty much up to Gokudera whether to kick him out or let him stay.
Gokudera drummed his fingers against the table and looked to the side. “Well, my sister left some sake here, if you want some…” He glanced at Yamamoto for an answer.
More alcohol. It probably wasn’t a good idea, not even counting the fact that they weren’t of age yet, and Yamamoto knew he should decline. But if this was how could connect with Gokudera, then he was up for the challenge.
“Why not?” he replied.
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Three hours and two bottles of sake later found the two boys sitting on Gokudera’s living room floor with lazy smiles and lolling heads. Yamamoto had been in the middle of telling a story about the Yakult Swallows’ star pitcher and his mean curve ball, when he was distracted by the fact that Gokudera was actually listening to him-or at least not telling him to shut up.
“Haha, what were we talking about?”
Gokudera shrugged his shoulders. “Hell if I know. You wan’ me to open ‘nother bottle?”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Yamamoto felt his body spin. “Ahaha, I think I’m done for th’night. Uggh, I’m gonna have a hangover t’morrow.”
“What a wuss,” Gokudera said, but he didn’t get up to pour himself another drink. Instead, he scooted closer to Yamamoto. “Y’r eyes are really brown.”
Yamamoto couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be a compliment, but it was definitely not something he would have expected to hear coming out of Gokudera’s mouth. As it was, the Italian was wearing that drunken smile of his and staring into Yamamoto’s eyes. Yamamoto knew they were heading into dangerous territory.
His own eyes flicked down to Gokudera’s pink lips. Those lips, soft and warm against his-God, how he wanted to feel them again!
This isn’t what you came here for, Takeshi, he heard somewhere in the back of his mind, but maybe this was exactly what he had been hoping for when he’d stood outside Gokudera’s door earlier today.
He lifted a hand to Gokudera’s bangs and brushed them out of his face. “Your eyes are beautiful, too.”
Gokudera hummed in satisfaction, and then he leaned in, closer, closer, until there was no longer any space between them. An alarm went off in Yamamoto’s head, but this time he ignored it completely. Instead, he angled his head to make room for their noses and let Gokudera pry his lips open with his tongue.
This-this was better than any dream he could ever imagine, this warm flurry of heartbeats and hormones. He ran his own tongue over Gokudera’s teeth and moaned.
They continued the kiss for a few more minutes, stopping every now and then to catch their breath, but resuming after a few seconds without wasting any words. It was about the time when Gokudera slipped a hand behind Yamamoto’s neck to hold him closer that the baseball player felt his pants tighten uncomfortably. When Gokudera gasped into his mouth, he knew the other boy had felt his erection. He pulled away.
“Ah, s-sorry, Gokudera. I-I need to go-“ He was cut off by Gokudera attacking his lips again, but the action still didn’t distract him from Gokudera’s hands, which had wandered down to the waistband of his jeans. The Italian made quick work of his fly and pulled out Yamamoto’s hard-on before breaking the kiss again and scooting back.
“Wait, wh-what are you doing?!”
Gokudera looked up at Yamamoto from between his thighs and coyly licked his lips before bending his head down and sucking on the tip Yamamoto’s penis. The rain guardian moaned. Gokudera’s mouth was so hot, so wet, and his tongue-his tongue! He tried to focus on something, but the world was swirling like a kaleidoscope, faster and faster.
And then Gokudera did something with his hands that sent Yamamoto to heaven. When he came back down from his orgasmic high, he found Gokudera sprawled across his legs with his head resting on Yamamoto’s naked hip. His green eyes were closed.
It took a while longer before Yamamoto was able to produce a coherent sound. “G-Gokudera? You okay?” The bomber didn’t answer him.
“Shit,” Yamamoto mumbled as he tried to sit up. Gokudera rolled onto the floor, where he lay motionless save the rise and fall of his chest. A bit of semen dribbled from his lips, and Yamamoto absentmindedly wiped it off while his mind fought through the cloud of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss. Finally giving up on coherent thought, he zipped up his pants, curled up next to his friend, and promptly passed out.
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The next morning brought blinding light and a persistent, dull throb that pulsed behind Yamamoto’s eyelids. He checked his watch. They’d missed watching the sunrise by at least four hours, not that they would have been in any shape to wake up at six o’clock in the morning given the past night’s events.
The past nights events…
Yamamoto groaned and draped an arm over his eyes. That first kiss they’d shared three months ago had been bad enough, but this…
All this thinking was aggravating his headache. He got up to find some aspirin, careful to avoid stumbling over Gokudera on his way to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror over the sink, he closed his eyes again. He looked like shit. He felt like shit.
“No more drinking, ever, ever again,” he mumbled, turning on the tap and splashing some water in his face. After finally finding the bottle he was looking for in the medicine cabinet, he swallowed two pills, washing them down with some water from his cupped hands. When he came out of the washroom, Gokudera was already awake.
“Uggh, if I throw up, we’ll just pretend it was because the alcohol was from my sister, okay?” Gokudera moaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“G-Gokudera…”
“What? Do I have marks on my face from my bracelets?” Gokudera asked. “Can you grab me some aspirin while you’re up?”
Yamamoto nodded and came back with the bottle. Then he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. He handed the medicine and glass to Gokudera, avoiding his eyes.
Gokudera took the pills and downed the water in one gulp before turning back to Yamamoto. “What’s with you? Is your hangover that bad?”
“Ah, sorry Gokudera…” Yamamoto trailed off with a blush. Since Gokudera hadn’t mentioned anything about last night yet, he must either not remember or just be pretending not to remember. Yamamoto highly doubted the latter. When Gokudera reached out and gave his shoulder a shake, he leapt up as if burned.
“I should go. My dad might worry if I stay too much longer, haha.” Letting out a shaky breath, Yamamoto gathered dishes on the table and stuffed them in his bag before rushing to the door to pull on his winter outerwear.
“Hn, whatever,” Gokudera said, standing up with a wobble. He followed Yamamoto to the entryway and waited until the boy was ready to leave. As Yamamoto opened the door, he turned back to see Gokudera standing in much the same stance as he had the day before, arms crossed over his chest. He looked away quickly.
“Thanks for coming over. I’ll see you around,” Gokudera mumbled.
“Yeah, see you.” And then Yamamoto was gone, leaving a blast of cold air in his wake. Halfway home, he wondered if things would ever go back to normal between them, at least on his side.
But is that what I really want anymore? He looked to the grey sky but found no answers there.
Who knows. Who knows.
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Part 4: Beer (PG-13)
Well, two more parts to go! I'll finish them when I have time, i.e. when I have schoolwork and other commitments out of the way. Also, have some delicious sushi:
OMNOMNOMNOM
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera
Rating: R for alcohol, language and sexual situations
Prompt: 5drunkfics “Forget”
Word Count: 2,095
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira.
Summary: Yamamoto isn’t sure what he wants anymore, and Gokudera isn’t helping the matter.
A/N: This is part three of my series for 5drunkfics. You can read part one (Punch) here and part two (Vodka) here to refresh your memory of the story thus far.
Yamamoto shivered in his jacket and brushed some snow off his hair with his free hand. Hugging a grocery bag to his chest, he knocked on the door before him. A gust of wind shrieked in his ears, but if he strained them hard enough, he could hear the soft click of the deadbolt being slid back. A few seconds later, Gokudera cracked the door open.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Haha, nice to see you, too. I thought we could hang out together tonight.” Yamamoto held up the bag. “I brought snacks and sushi!”
Gokudera eyed him for a second before crossing his arms over his chest. “Why the hell do you think I wouldn’t already have plans for New Year’s Eve?”
Scratching his cheek, the other boy laughed. “Well, I just assumed you would be alone, since Tsuna already has plans with Kyoko-chan.”
“I could be spending the holiday with my sister.”
“Really? Bianchi? She’s coming over?”
Gokudera shifted his feet. “…She was here a little earlier. Cavallone already came by to pick her up, thank God. She was going to cook minestrone for me,” he said with a shiver and backed up a bit. “Well, if you’re going to come in, do it already. You’re letting all the cold air in!”
Yamamoto grinned and followed Gokudera inside, closing the door behind him. It was the first time he’d been in his friend’s apartment since Tsuna’s birthday, and he was a little nervous.
After spending the night after the party, he had helped Gokudera ride out his hangover with aspirin, water, and rice. It was apparent that Gokudera had completely forgotten about the kiss they’d shared at his front door, since Yamamoto was the only one dancing on eggshells. Gokudera had only complained about his headache and how he’d made a fool of himself in front of Tsuna, leaving Yamamoto to dwell on the kiss by himself.
Something had changed within him after that night. Or maybe nothing had changed, maybe it was just a realization of something already there, hidden inside Yamamoto’s heart. Lately he had been thinking more and more about Gokudera, about his sharp eyes, about his hunched shoulders, about that open smile he had when his defenses were down. And there were dreams too, dreams that made him shiver in equal parts excitement and disgust. They hovered on the edges of his mind all day, reminding him that what he felt for Gokudera was not friendship. They frightened him. He wanted to go back to the days of laughing and having fun, just hanging out with Gokudera and Tsuna without feeling awkward and insecure around the Italian.
That’s why Yamamoto was here. He needed to repair this relationship before he convinced himself that he actually had a chance of having something more. He needed to remind himself that he could still be close to Gokudera platonically. He needed to forget the kiss. Maybe it was a stupid idea, but he needed to try.
Following Gokudera into the main room of the apartment, he set the bag down on the low table and pulled out his offerings: two bentos and some cola.
“Do you have chopsticks? I forgot to pack those.” Yamamoto grinned sheepishly at Gokudera, who rolled his eyes and went to rummage around in the kitchen. A minute later, he came back with two pairs of chopsticks. He sat down at the table and motioned for Yamamoto to do the same, opening his bento with the other hand. Inside was a rainbow of nigirizushi, maki and pickled ginger.
“I just asked my dad to make a variety, haha. I guess he went a little overboard.”
Gokudera mumbled something about thanking him for the meal and picked up the first piece. Yamamoto’s eyes followed the chopsticks to Gokudera’s lips, watching as white teeth delicately grasped the tuna and rice and pulled the sushi into his mouth.
He blinked and quickly turned back to his own meal, ashamed at himself for so blatantly staring. The purpose of this visit was to strengthen his friendship with the other boy, not to provide fodder for his adolescent wet dreams. He picked up a maki and shoved it in his mouth with closed eyes.
Ten minutes later, Gokudera took one last swig from his cola before giving a contented sigh. “Not bad. The eel was pretty good.”
Yamamoto nodded, and suddenly things felt awkward. He wasn’t sure what to do now; who knew if he might open his mouth and let something incriminating spill out.
But now Gokudera was looking at him expectantly, so he had to say something. “Glad you liked it. I was thinking we could watch the sunrise tomorrow morning, but we have a few hours to kill until then, haha.”
Frankly, he had invited himself over without much prior planning, so it was pretty much up to Gokudera whether to kick him out or let him stay.
Gokudera drummed his fingers against the table and looked to the side. “Well, my sister left some sake here, if you want some…” He glanced at Yamamoto for an answer.
More alcohol. It probably wasn’t a good idea, not even counting the fact that they weren’t of age yet, and Yamamoto knew he should decline. But if this was how could connect with Gokudera, then he was up for the challenge.
“Why not?” he replied.
+++
Three hours and two bottles of sake later found the two boys sitting on Gokudera’s living room floor with lazy smiles and lolling heads. Yamamoto had been in the middle of telling a story about the Yakult Swallows’ star pitcher and his mean curve ball, when he was distracted by the fact that Gokudera was actually listening to him-or at least not telling him to shut up.
“Haha, what were we talking about?”
Gokudera shrugged his shoulders. “Hell if I know. You wan’ me to open ‘nother bottle?”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Yamamoto felt his body spin. “Ahaha, I think I’m done for th’night. Uggh, I’m gonna have a hangover t’morrow.”
“What a wuss,” Gokudera said, but he didn’t get up to pour himself another drink. Instead, he scooted closer to Yamamoto. “Y’r eyes are really brown.”
Yamamoto couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be a compliment, but it was definitely not something he would have expected to hear coming out of Gokudera’s mouth. As it was, the Italian was wearing that drunken smile of his and staring into Yamamoto’s eyes. Yamamoto knew they were heading into dangerous territory.
His own eyes flicked down to Gokudera’s pink lips. Those lips, soft and warm against his-God, how he wanted to feel them again!
This isn’t what you came here for, Takeshi, he heard somewhere in the back of his mind, but maybe this was exactly what he had been hoping for when he’d stood outside Gokudera’s door earlier today.
He lifted a hand to Gokudera’s bangs and brushed them out of his face. “Your eyes are beautiful, too.”
Gokudera hummed in satisfaction, and then he leaned in, closer, closer, until there was no longer any space between them. An alarm went off in Yamamoto’s head, but this time he ignored it completely. Instead, he angled his head to make room for their noses and let Gokudera pry his lips open with his tongue.
This-this was better than any dream he could ever imagine, this warm flurry of heartbeats and hormones. He ran his own tongue over Gokudera’s teeth and moaned.
They continued the kiss for a few more minutes, stopping every now and then to catch their breath, but resuming after a few seconds without wasting any words. It was about the time when Gokudera slipped a hand behind Yamamoto’s neck to hold him closer that the baseball player felt his pants tighten uncomfortably. When Gokudera gasped into his mouth, he knew the other boy had felt his erection. He pulled away.
“Ah, s-sorry, Gokudera. I-I need to go-“ He was cut off by Gokudera attacking his lips again, but the action still didn’t distract him from Gokudera’s hands, which had wandered down to the waistband of his jeans. The Italian made quick work of his fly and pulled out Yamamoto’s hard-on before breaking the kiss again and scooting back.
“Wait, wh-what are you doing?!”
Gokudera looked up at Yamamoto from between his thighs and coyly licked his lips before bending his head down and sucking on the tip Yamamoto’s penis. The rain guardian moaned. Gokudera’s mouth was so hot, so wet, and his tongue-his tongue! He tried to focus on something, but the world was swirling like a kaleidoscope, faster and faster.
And then Gokudera did something with his hands that sent Yamamoto to heaven. When he came back down from his orgasmic high, he found Gokudera sprawled across his legs with his head resting on Yamamoto’s naked hip. His green eyes were closed.
It took a while longer before Yamamoto was able to produce a coherent sound. “G-Gokudera? You okay?” The bomber didn’t answer him.
“Shit,” Yamamoto mumbled as he tried to sit up. Gokudera rolled onto the floor, where he lay motionless save the rise and fall of his chest. A bit of semen dribbled from his lips, and Yamamoto absentmindedly wiped it off while his mind fought through the cloud of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss. Finally giving up on coherent thought, he zipped up his pants, curled up next to his friend, and promptly passed out.
+++
The next morning brought blinding light and a persistent, dull throb that pulsed behind Yamamoto’s eyelids. He checked his watch. They’d missed watching the sunrise by at least four hours, not that they would have been in any shape to wake up at six o’clock in the morning given the past night’s events.
The past nights events…
Yamamoto groaned and draped an arm over his eyes. That first kiss they’d shared three months ago had been bad enough, but this…
All this thinking was aggravating his headache. He got up to find some aspirin, careful to avoid stumbling over Gokudera on his way to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror over the sink, he closed his eyes again. He looked like shit. He felt like shit.
“No more drinking, ever, ever again,” he mumbled, turning on the tap and splashing some water in his face. After finally finding the bottle he was looking for in the medicine cabinet, he swallowed two pills, washing them down with some water from his cupped hands. When he came out of the washroom, Gokudera was already awake.
“Uggh, if I throw up, we’ll just pretend it was because the alcohol was from my sister, okay?” Gokudera moaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“G-Gokudera…”
“What? Do I have marks on my face from my bracelets?” Gokudera asked. “Can you grab me some aspirin while you’re up?”
Yamamoto nodded and came back with the bottle. Then he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. He handed the medicine and glass to Gokudera, avoiding his eyes.
Gokudera took the pills and downed the water in one gulp before turning back to Yamamoto. “What’s with you? Is your hangover that bad?”
“Ah, sorry Gokudera…” Yamamoto trailed off with a blush. Since Gokudera hadn’t mentioned anything about last night yet, he must either not remember or just be pretending not to remember. Yamamoto highly doubted the latter. When Gokudera reached out and gave his shoulder a shake, he leapt up as if burned.
“I should go. My dad might worry if I stay too much longer, haha.” Letting out a shaky breath, Yamamoto gathered dishes on the table and stuffed them in his bag before rushing to the door to pull on his winter outerwear.
“Hn, whatever,” Gokudera said, standing up with a wobble. He followed Yamamoto to the entryway and waited until the boy was ready to leave. As Yamamoto opened the door, he turned back to see Gokudera standing in much the same stance as he had the day before, arms crossed over his chest. He looked away quickly.
“Thanks for coming over. I’ll see you around,” Gokudera mumbled.
“Yeah, see you.” And then Yamamoto was gone, leaving a blast of cold air in his wake. Halfway home, he wondered if things would ever go back to normal between them, at least on his side.
But is that what I really want anymore? He looked to the grey sky but found no answers there.
Who knows. Who knows.
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Part 4: Beer (PG-13)
Well, two more parts to go! I'll finish them when I have time, i.e. when I have schoolwork and other commitments out of the way. Also, have some delicious sushi:
OMNOMNOMNOM