106. Against a dresser
Title: Just a Random Thing. Seriously.
Author: Catie | Cate | Peanuts (peanuts)
Prompt: 106. Against a dresser
Word count: 2,284
Notes: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever written to the public and my first KHR! fic, so I hope it’s not too bad. 8DD;; Also, the story’s told more from Gokudera’s POV, even though it’s in the 3rd person. Anyways, enjoy! PS. sorry for any spelling mistakes-I read through it, but it IS 2:36 AM, so... haha. Also, I hope I'm doing everything right!
Days like these were meant to be spent at home. Tsuna was out with Kyoko, Haru, Reborn, and Lambo, getting groceries for Tsuna’s mother. Gokudera had gladly offered to go with them, but his smaller friend insisted enthusiastically that he just stay put at his house, mainly because he didn’t want him “beating up on” Lambo. He remembered shooting the cow a dangerous look (who promptly stuck his tongue out at him) before he had walked back inside Tsuna’s house. He’d get that little midget! Making him miss spending time with the Tenth… It wasn’t fair to him at all! He hadn’t gotten to spend ANY time with Tsuna the previous week, and now it seemed like this week would turn out exactly the same.
He’d say that things couldn’t get any worse, but after the unexpected arrival of the baseball freak, Yamamoto, Gokudera was afraid that he’d get struck by lightning if he so even uttered those words. Really, he couldn’t imagine anything worse than having to spend a whole day stuck in a house with the taller teen. It was like the gods were punishing him for all of his past bad deeds! “I’d repent, if I could,” he mumbled after Yamamoto had walked into the house, giving the other boy a look of intense dislike when Yamamoto asked him why he was talking to himself. Talking to himself… jeez, the guy was such an idiot.
All of that had been earlier in the day. Now it was approaching one-thirty, and just a few minutes ago, Tsuna’s mother had brought up a couple of sandwiches to the two boys, whom had situated themselves in Tsuna’s bedroom. Gokudera was finishing up his second serving when Yamamoto dared to speak to him.
“Hey, Gokudera?” He decided that he wasn’t going to respond-chewing the last bit of food in his mouth was definitely more important.
A few seconds of silence passed before “I’ve been wanting to ask you this all day, but-haha-where’re Tsuna and the others? They’re not here with us, so…” There was more silence as Gokudera swallowed and then just stared at Yamamoto with extremely uninterested eyes. Was the boy really this stupid, or had he not heard Tsuna’s mom talking to him about the phone call she got from Tsuna an hour ago, saying that he and the others would be back at around four? Wait, no, if he remembered correctly, Yamamoto had been reading some magazine that he had found on the ground and hadn’t paid any attention to the conversation at all.
It didn’t surprise him-the baseball geek was the biggest airhead in the world.
“Yo, Gokudera, did you he-”
“Grocery store,” he answered simply, hoping that it would shut Yamamoto up. He just wanted to spend the next 2 and a half hours in peace and quiet. Yamamoto-free would also be a good thing, but he knew that there was a bigger chance of him turning into a god right then and there than the other teen actually leaving him alone.
“… ‘grocery store’?”
“Yes, they went to a grocery store! Are you deaf?”
“Ha, jeez, calm down, I heard you,” the dark-haired boy laughed as he scratched at the back of his head, using his other hand to close the magazine in his lap. He uncrossed his long legs and laid them straight across the ground (for that was where he was sitting), and Gokudera quickly pretended that he hadn’t watched this happen with slight interest from where he was sitting on the bed, by reaching out to the plate next to him, and grabbing another miscellaneous sandwich.
“If you heard me,” he answered huffily before biting into the food in his hand, “’ou shouldn’t ’ve repeated what I said!”
Yamamoto just shrugged and grinned goofily at him… god, did he hate that grin. “Just wanted some clarification; that’s all.” Clarification his ass… the guy was deaf and stupid! Anyone with eyes and ears could tell that.
Swallowing, he grunted out, “Sure. Whatever. Shut up.” and it stayed quiet for a while after that. He was only bugged once, and that was when he was asked to hand Yamamoto the sandwich plate. Maybe he can actually be tolerable, Gokudera thought, pulling a bit at his shirt as he glanced down at the boy on the floor. It was starting to get hot, which was severely confusing to him, because the temperature had been nice and cool just a moment ago. Tsuna’s mother probably had just put on the heat or something, even though there really wasn’t a reason to do so… normal people didn’t have their heaters on in June.
“Hey, Retard,” he called out to Yamamoto, whom he just noticed had begun to fan himself with the earlier-discarded magazine, “you getting hot too?” He was relieved to see the other teen nod and wipe the back of his hand over his forehead. Naturally, Gokudera paid no attention to the moving of muscles underneath his comrade’s clothing, thus, he couldn’t mentally beat himself up for doing so. He’d never paid attention to anything like that before now, so… why now!? He should have stayed home… he really should have.
“It’s like a heat wave in here!” Yamamoto exclaimed in a happy tone, his face full of curiosity and amusement. It caused Gokudera to scowl and roll his eyes. He felt like he was in a fucking sauna, and that guy was actually enjoying what was going on? There had to be something wrong with him!
Sliding off of the bed, and stepping on a (thankfully) empty plate, the gray-haired boy shook his head. “Idiot,” he snapped, “there can’t be a heat wave indoors; you’re just being stupid… I thought I told you to shut up, anyways!” Muttering incoherent phrases about ‘baseball freaks’ and ‘stupid people’, Gokudera started to head towards the door leading out of the room they were in. He wanted to ask Tsuna’s mom what was going on with the heat… or at least go outside. He bet that it was cooler out there than it was inside at the moment.
He was just about past Tsuna’s dresser (let’s say he has one, if he doesn’t) when, of course, Yamamoto spoke up.
“Where’re you going?” he asked in an almost airy way. He, like Gokudera, was panting a bit, and his face was flustered, just as he was sure his own face was. “If it’s to get a drink, bring me back something, yeah?”
“No!” he said in a frustrated tone. It seemed like the heat was just making his temper rise faster than it usually did. “I’m not going to get a drink, so I’m not going to bring you back one! Even if I was going to do that… you’re not crippled, you can get the fucking drink yourself, and-” he was about to ramble on a bit more when he felt Yamamoto’s foot poking at his leg. So, stopping his talking, Gokudera looked down at the offending limb with an obvious look of disgust on his face. It took all of his self-control and will power to keep himself from blowing the bastard up right then and there! Instead, he just kicked the other boy’s foot away, which immediately came back to poke at him.
“Hey… you’re just uptight ‘cause it’s hot… relax! I mean, it’s not that bad,” the death wish-maker panted out, continuing his poking attack at his friend’s leg before the fear of getting it ripped off got to the maximum and he pulled it away. The lanky fifteen-year-old then clumsily got up onto his feet, and pulled his shirt off over his head. It was tossed somewhere off to the side; Gokudera didn’t know where. He was too busy just staring aghast at the other occupant of the room. Had he no decency at all? You couldn’t just strip down wherever you wanted to, especially not in the Tenth’s room!
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked angrily, taking a step away from the stripping teen who seemed to actually be getting closer to him. “You can’t just-stop it-you can’t just take your clothes off, no matter how hot it gets!” His words apparently didn’t get through to Yamamoto, for he just continued to take off his clothing, not stopping until he was down to his boxers and socks. “Do you see me stripping?! N-”
“Wow, I feel loads better!” the baseball player exclaimed, stretching his arms high over his head. Once again, Gokudera did not stare at his body. He didn’t. Really. “You should take your clothes off too, Gokudera-it’s way less hot!” Either Yamamoto was EXTREMELY naïve or extremely perverted, and he didn’t want either of them to be true.
“Like fuck I am!” he yelled loudly, turning quickly so that he could flee, but he was grabbed before he could move anywhere. A struggle fight was then initiated; Gokudera pushing and shoving, trying to get away, and Yamamoto trying his hardest to keep the smaller boy put. “Let me go, you stupid baseball geek! I’m not taking off any of my-you leave my shirt alone!” the last part of his words almost came out in a panicky tone, but there was nothing to panic about. All that was happening was that he was practically getting molested by one of the people that he (unfortunately) hung out with!
Big hands and long fingers fought to get a hold of the bottom of Gokudera’s shirt, trying to force it up and off of the other boy. “Just take it off, I swear you’ll feel better!” Yamamoto insisted in a genuinely caring voice. “It’s not good for your health to get overheated.”
“I’m gonna get overheated anyways because you’re too fucking close, now LET ME GO!” he yelled out truthfully. For some strange reason, being so close to Yamamoto was making him feel hotter than he had already been feeling before, so now he was unbearably hot, and desperately, DESPERATELY just wanted to cool down. So, attempting to elbow Yamamoto in the stomach, he continued to try to escape from the other boy’s grasp, but he didn’t get more than a grunt and a millisecond of weakness. It seemed like the dark haired teen was really determined on getting his clothes off, no matter how extremely wrong it sounded. “I’ll elbow you harder if you don’t get your fucking hands off me,” Gokudera threatened, panting a little harsher than before. He also felt his resistance letting up, even though his mind was fully intent on the thought of getting away from Yamamoto as quickly as he could. It’s just… his body seemed to have other ideas.
Apparently, so did Yamamoto’s, for without even realizing it, Gokudera found himself being pressed back into Tsuna’s dresser, his back bending oddly as the body in front of him moved up against his own. He once again opened his mouth to yell at the other boy, but before he could do that, an action so lightning quick occurred, that Gokudera wasn’t even sure that it happened. One moment, Yamamoto’s face wass staring down at his with a determined and thoughtful look on it, and then the next, two lips were quickly being pressed to his own, and then quickly pulling away. It was so quick, actually, Gokudera didn’t know if it had been intentional… or not.
It got him to stop struggling though.
“What… was that?” he asked, not knowing whether to be confused, angry, sickened, excited, or all four of those things. Really, he had no idea how to react, and it was actually pissing him off a bit.
A shrug and “Just a random thing,” came from the taller boy, and Gokudera couldn’t help but snort. Did Yamamoto think he was stupid?
“I doubt that it was ‘just a random thing’,” he said, shifting uncomfortable against the piece of furniture that was really messing up his back. If he could just get into a better position… but the tall oaf wasn’t letting him move around at all, so he’d have to bear the discomfort for a little while longer until he could get himself out of the mess he was in. “Kisses aren’t random-everybody knows that!”
His answer was another grin, another laugh, another shrug, and another kiss. Not necessarily in that order, but it didn’t really matter, because this time he just let his body do what it wanted to, which was grab onto Yamamoto’s hair and pull him harder against his mouth. Of course, he’d blame this all on the heat later… on how it clouded his mind so that he couldn’t make any good decisions… on how Yamamoto took advantage of his weakened state… but at the moment, even though his mind was telling him ‘This is so fucking wrong, stop, stop, STOP!’, his body just craved the contact, and it was obviously winning the internal conflict between it and his mind.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Tsuna’s mother was happily tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the supplies she had used to make the boys’ sandwiches. I hope they taste alright… she thought to herself in a worried manner. I did use a different kind of pepper than the kind that I usually use…, and as she thought this, she picked up the said pepper bottle and inspected it, wondering what kind it was. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, and she almost dropped the container when she saw the word “APHRODISIAC” written on the label in big, bold letters. “O-oh dear, I used the wrong…! Boys? BOYS! W-WAIT A SECOND, DON’T EAT THOSE SANDWICHES! WAIT!”
But, of course, she was too late.
Author: Catie | Cate | Peanuts (peanuts)
Prompt: 106. Against a dresser
Word count: 2,284
Notes: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever written to the public and my first KHR! fic, so I hope it’s not too bad. 8DD;; Also, the story’s told more from Gokudera’s POV, even though it’s in the 3rd person. Anyways, enjoy! PS. sorry for any spelling mistakes-I read through it, but it IS 2:36 AM, so... haha. Also, I hope I'm doing everything right!
Days like these were meant to be spent at home. Tsuna was out with Kyoko, Haru, Reborn, and Lambo, getting groceries for Tsuna’s mother. Gokudera had gladly offered to go with them, but his smaller friend insisted enthusiastically that he just stay put at his house, mainly because he didn’t want him “beating up on” Lambo. He remembered shooting the cow a dangerous look (who promptly stuck his tongue out at him) before he had walked back inside Tsuna’s house. He’d get that little midget! Making him miss spending time with the Tenth… It wasn’t fair to him at all! He hadn’t gotten to spend ANY time with Tsuna the previous week, and now it seemed like this week would turn out exactly the same.
He’d say that things couldn’t get any worse, but after the unexpected arrival of the baseball freak, Yamamoto, Gokudera was afraid that he’d get struck by lightning if he so even uttered those words. Really, he couldn’t imagine anything worse than having to spend a whole day stuck in a house with the taller teen. It was like the gods were punishing him for all of his past bad deeds! “I’d repent, if I could,” he mumbled after Yamamoto had walked into the house, giving the other boy a look of intense dislike when Yamamoto asked him why he was talking to himself. Talking to himself… jeez, the guy was such an idiot.
All of that had been earlier in the day. Now it was approaching one-thirty, and just a few minutes ago, Tsuna’s mother had brought up a couple of sandwiches to the two boys, whom had situated themselves in Tsuna’s bedroom. Gokudera was finishing up his second serving when Yamamoto dared to speak to him.
“Hey, Gokudera?” He decided that he wasn’t going to respond-chewing the last bit of food in his mouth was definitely more important.
A few seconds of silence passed before “I’ve been wanting to ask you this all day, but-haha-where’re Tsuna and the others? They’re not here with us, so…” There was more silence as Gokudera swallowed and then just stared at Yamamoto with extremely uninterested eyes. Was the boy really this stupid, or had he not heard Tsuna’s mom talking to him about the phone call she got from Tsuna an hour ago, saying that he and the others would be back at around four? Wait, no, if he remembered correctly, Yamamoto had been reading some magazine that he had found on the ground and hadn’t paid any attention to the conversation at all.
It didn’t surprise him-the baseball geek was the biggest airhead in the world.
“Yo, Gokudera, did you he-”
“Grocery store,” he answered simply, hoping that it would shut Yamamoto up. He just wanted to spend the next 2 and a half hours in peace and quiet. Yamamoto-free would also be a good thing, but he knew that there was a bigger chance of him turning into a god right then and there than the other teen actually leaving him alone.
“… ‘grocery store’?”
“Yes, they went to a grocery store! Are you deaf?”
“Ha, jeez, calm down, I heard you,” the dark-haired boy laughed as he scratched at the back of his head, using his other hand to close the magazine in his lap. He uncrossed his long legs and laid them straight across the ground (for that was where he was sitting), and Gokudera quickly pretended that he hadn’t watched this happen with slight interest from where he was sitting on the bed, by reaching out to the plate next to him, and grabbing another miscellaneous sandwich.
“If you heard me,” he answered huffily before biting into the food in his hand, “’ou shouldn’t ’ve repeated what I said!”
Yamamoto just shrugged and grinned goofily at him… god, did he hate that grin. “Just wanted some clarification; that’s all.” Clarification his ass… the guy was deaf and stupid! Anyone with eyes and ears could tell that.
Swallowing, he grunted out, “Sure. Whatever. Shut up.” and it stayed quiet for a while after that. He was only bugged once, and that was when he was asked to hand Yamamoto the sandwich plate. Maybe he can actually be tolerable, Gokudera thought, pulling a bit at his shirt as he glanced down at the boy on the floor. It was starting to get hot, which was severely confusing to him, because the temperature had been nice and cool just a moment ago. Tsuna’s mother probably had just put on the heat or something, even though there really wasn’t a reason to do so… normal people didn’t have their heaters on in June.
“Hey, Retard,” he called out to Yamamoto, whom he just noticed had begun to fan himself with the earlier-discarded magazine, “you getting hot too?” He was relieved to see the other teen nod and wipe the back of his hand over his forehead. Naturally, Gokudera paid no attention to the moving of muscles underneath his comrade’s clothing, thus, he couldn’t mentally beat himself up for doing so. He’d never paid attention to anything like that before now, so… why now!? He should have stayed home… he really should have.
“It’s like a heat wave in here!” Yamamoto exclaimed in a happy tone, his face full of curiosity and amusement. It caused Gokudera to scowl and roll his eyes. He felt like he was in a fucking sauna, and that guy was actually enjoying what was going on? There had to be something wrong with him!
Sliding off of the bed, and stepping on a (thankfully) empty plate, the gray-haired boy shook his head. “Idiot,” he snapped, “there can’t be a heat wave indoors; you’re just being stupid… I thought I told you to shut up, anyways!” Muttering incoherent phrases about ‘baseball freaks’ and ‘stupid people’, Gokudera started to head towards the door leading out of the room they were in. He wanted to ask Tsuna’s mom what was going on with the heat… or at least go outside. He bet that it was cooler out there than it was inside at the moment.
He was just about past Tsuna’s dresser (let’s say he has one, if he doesn’t) when, of course, Yamamoto spoke up.
“Where’re you going?” he asked in an almost airy way. He, like Gokudera, was panting a bit, and his face was flustered, just as he was sure his own face was. “If it’s to get a drink, bring me back something, yeah?”
“No!” he said in a frustrated tone. It seemed like the heat was just making his temper rise faster than it usually did. “I’m not going to get a drink, so I’m not going to bring you back one! Even if I was going to do that… you’re not crippled, you can get the fucking drink yourself, and-” he was about to ramble on a bit more when he felt Yamamoto’s foot poking at his leg. So, stopping his talking, Gokudera looked down at the offending limb with an obvious look of disgust on his face. It took all of his self-control and will power to keep himself from blowing the bastard up right then and there! Instead, he just kicked the other boy’s foot away, which immediately came back to poke at him.
“Hey… you’re just uptight ‘cause it’s hot… relax! I mean, it’s not that bad,” the death wish-maker panted out, continuing his poking attack at his friend’s leg before the fear of getting it ripped off got to the maximum and he pulled it away. The lanky fifteen-year-old then clumsily got up onto his feet, and pulled his shirt off over his head. It was tossed somewhere off to the side; Gokudera didn’t know where. He was too busy just staring aghast at the other occupant of the room. Had he no decency at all? You couldn’t just strip down wherever you wanted to, especially not in the Tenth’s room!
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked angrily, taking a step away from the stripping teen who seemed to actually be getting closer to him. “You can’t just-stop it-you can’t just take your clothes off, no matter how hot it gets!” His words apparently didn’t get through to Yamamoto, for he just continued to take off his clothing, not stopping until he was down to his boxers and socks. “Do you see me stripping?! N-”
“Wow, I feel loads better!” the baseball player exclaimed, stretching his arms high over his head. Once again, Gokudera did not stare at his body. He didn’t. Really. “You should take your clothes off too, Gokudera-it’s way less hot!” Either Yamamoto was EXTREMELY naïve or extremely perverted, and he didn’t want either of them to be true.
“Like fuck I am!” he yelled loudly, turning quickly so that he could flee, but he was grabbed before he could move anywhere. A struggle fight was then initiated; Gokudera pushing and shoving, trying to get away, and Yamamoto trying his hardest to keep the smaller boy put. “Let me go, you stupid baseball geek! I’m not taking off any of my-you leave my shirt alone!” the last part of his words almost came out in a panicky tone, but there was nothing to panic about. All that was happening was that he was practically getting molested by one of the people that he (unfortunately) hung out with!
Big hands and long fingers fought to get a hold of the bottom of Gokudera’s shirt, trying to force it up and off of the other boy. “Just take it off, I swear you’ll feel better!” Yamamoto insisted in a genuinely caring voice. “It’s not good for your health to get overheated.”
“I’m gonna get overheated anyways because you’re too fucking close, now LET ME GO!” he yelled out truthfully. For some strange reason, being so close to Yamamoto was making him feel hotter than he had already been feeling before, so now he was unbearably hot, and desperately, DESPERATELY just wanted to cool down. So, attempting to elbow Yamamoto in the stomach, he continued to try to escape from the other boy’s grasp, but he didn’t get more than a grunt and a millisecond of weakness. It seemed like the dark haired teen was really determined on getting his clothes off, no matter how extremely wrong it sounded. “I’ll elbow you harder if you don’t get your fucking hands off me,” Gokudera threatened, panting a little harsher than before. He also felt his resistance letting up, even though his mind was fully intent on the thought of getting away from Yamamoto as quickly as he could. It’s just… his body seemed to have other ideas.
Apparently, so did Yamamoto’s, for without even realizing it, Gokudera found himself being pressed back into Tsuna’s dresser, his back bending oddly as the body in front of him moved up against his own. He once again opened his mouth to yell at the other boy, but before he could do that, an action so lightning quick occurred, that Gokudera wasn’t even sure that it happened. One moment, Yamamoto’s face wass staring down at his with a determined and thoughtful look on it, and then the next, two lips were quickly being pressed to his own, and then quickly pulling away. It was so quick, actually, Gokudera didn’t know if it had been intentional… or not.
It got him to stop struggling though.
“What… was that?” he asked, not knowing whether to be confused, angry, sickened, excited, or all four of those things. Really, he had no idea how to react, and it was actually pissing him off a bit.
A shrug and “Just a random thing,” came from the taller boy, and Gokudera couldn’t help but snort. Did Yamamoto think he was stupid?
“I doubt that it was ‘just a random thing’,” he said, shifting uncomfortable against the piece of furniture that was really messing up his back. If he could just get into a better position… but the tall oaf wasn’t letting him move around at all, so he’d have to bear the discomfort for a little while longer until he could get himself out of the mess he was in. “Kisses aren’t random-everybody knows that!”
His answer was another grin, another laugh, another shrug, and another kiss. Not necessarily in that order, but it didn’t really matter, because this time he just let his body do what it wanted to, which was grab onto Yamamoto’s hair and pull him harder against his mouth. Of course, he’d blame this all on the heat later… on how it clouded his mind so that he couldn’t make any good decisions… on how Yamamoto took advantage of his weakened state… but at the moment, even though his mind was telling him ‘This is so fucking wrong, stop, stop, STOP!’, his body just craved the contact, and it was obviously winning the internal conflict between it and his mind.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Tsuna’s mother was happily tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the supplies she had used to make the boys’ sandwiches. I hope they taste alright… she thought to herself in a worried manner. I did use a different kind of pepper than the kind that I usually use…, and as she thought this, she picked up the said pepper bottle and inspected it, wondering what kind it was. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, and she almost dropped the container when she saw the word “APHRODISIAC” written on the label in big, bold letters. “O-oh dear, I used the wrong…! Boys? BOYS! W-WAIT A SECOND, DON’T EAT THOSE SANDWICHES! WAIT!”
But, of course, she was too late.