For starianprincess
Title: Scent
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Summary: Yamamoto knows he has no right to be jealous, but the foreign scent on Gokudera skin is driving him mad.
A/N: Prompt was Maroon 5's Little of Your Time, though I don’t know how much I stuck to it. orz
A foreign scent clings to Gokudera’s skin. Yamamoto inhales-tea, soap, and blood-before biting down on the crook of his neck. He presses against Gokudera, smothering him, smothering the scent, so, so foreign, so unlike Gokudera’s smoke or his own sweat and grass. When they finish, Yamamoto collapses on top, pinning Gokudera in a sprawl of limbs with his weight. It is a long shot that Gokudera will just fall asleep there under him, surrounded by him like that, but he takes his chances. Gokudera pushes him off and tries to clamor off the bed, but Yamamoto clings and drags him back down.
“Stay,” he says, desperation staining his voice, “just sleep here. You’re tired, aren’t you?”
Gokudera says nothing, but gives him a hard, inscrutable look before settling back down.
“Like a fucking koala,” Gokudera mutters after some time, but Yamamoto just tightens his hold. They lie front to back, bodies pressed together in a contiguous line with Yamamoto’s nose buried in Gokudera’s tangled hair. It still smells off.
He knows this is stupid, that he has been setting himself up for failure since that first glorious time when Gokudera had rolled away from the wet spot on the sheets and interrupted him with a command not to discuss this. This…well, whatever this is. Sex? That’s all Gokudera seems to consider it.
The thrum of his heartbeat has hardly slowed from when they finished, and Yamamoto hopes Gokudera can feel the tattoo it beats into his back.
This is the first time they have seen each other in over a month, busy as they are with work, and despite himself, Yamamoto was hoping for something a little more than just a romp on the bed. Gokudera’s eyes had shown like jewels in the dim light, and as Yamamoto had inhaled his scent deeply, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal, that his senses were struck by the anomaly, like a scratch on an otherwise pristine pane of glass. After that, he had forgotten what he was going to say, so intent on replacing that scent with his own, and now he wonders if he is too late.
His voice betrays him.
“You smell like him,” he accuses, splaying a hand across Gokudera’s chest.
“Like whom,” Gokudera asks, and Yamamoto cannot help but think how childish they sound despite discussing the exploits of adults.
“Don’t make me say it.”
Gokudera exhales in a sharp puff of air. “What, so you’re allowed to sleep with other people, but I’m not? What a load of crock.”
“I don’t.” Yamamoto replies and immediately bites his lip. This is stupid. They have a good thing going. The sex is great, and now Yamamoto has to go screw it up by bringing jealousy into it.
In his embrace, Gokudera stiffens, muscles trembling with potential energy, but he does not bolt. Instead, he brushes his fingertips across Yamamoto’s arm.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.
“Probably what you think it means,” Yamamoto says. “Look, just forget about it.”
“You are an idiot,” Gokudera whispers through gritted teeth, “such an idiot.”
“Your idiot,” Yamamoto confides. At this point, he wishes they could just go to sleep and pretend this conversation never happened, maybe wake up in the morning and fuck again, and if Gokudera still carries traces of some other bastard, Yamamoto does not care because they are together now.
“Still an idiot.” Gokudera is quiet for a bit, breath evening out methodically like he is forcing himself to calm down. “I hadn’t realized.”
“Yeah, well.”
The night air is cool against their naked skin, so Yamamoto reaches over Gokudera to draw the sheets up. It is the perfect chance for Gokudera to scoot away, but he remains still. As they fall closer to the edge of much needed sleep, Gokudera rubs at his nose, and mutters, “Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout anyway. All I smell is you.”
There is still so much more to say, but for now this is enough.
I know you said you didn’t like overly angsty fics, so I hope I didn’t lay it on too much. /o\ Three guesses who the smell comes from. XD
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Summary: Yamamoto knows he has no right to be jealous, but the foreign scent on Gokudera skin is driving him mad.
A/N: Prompt was Maroon 5's Little of Your Time, though I don’t know how much I stuck to it. orz
A foreign scent clings to Gokudera’s skin. Yamamoto inhales-tea, soap, and blood-before biting down on the crook of his neck. He presses against Gokudera, smothering him, smothering the scent, so, so foreign, so unlike Gokudera’s smoke or his own sweat and grass. When they finish, Yamamoto collapses on top, pinning Gokudera in a sprawl of limbs with his weight. It is a long shot that Gokudera will just fall asleep there under him, surrounded by him like that, but he takes his chances. Gokudera pushes him off and tries to clamor off the bed, but Yamamoto clings and drags him back down.
“Stay,” he says, desperation staining his voice, “just sleep here. You’re tired, aren’t you?”
Gokudera says nothing, but gives him a hard, inscrutable look before settling back down.
“Like a fucking koala,” Gokudera mutters after some time, but Yamamoto just tightens his hold. They lie front to back, bodies pressed together in a contiguous line with Yamamoto’s nose buried in Gokudera’s tangled hair. It still smells off.
He knows this is stupid, that he has been setting himself up for failure since that first glorious time when Gokudera had rolled away from the wet spot on the sheets and interrupted him with a command not to discuss this. This…well, whatever this is. Sex? That’s all Gokudera seems to consider it.
The thrum of his heartbeat has hardly slowed from when they finished, and Yamamoto hopes Gokudera can feel the tattoo it beats into his back.
This is the first time they have seen each other in over a month, busy as they are with work, and despite himself, Yamamoto was hoping for something a little more than just a romp on the bed. Gokudera’s eyes had shown like jewels in the dim light, and as Yamamoto had inhaled his scent deeply, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal, that his senses were struck by the anomaly, like a scratch on an otherwise pristine pane of glass. After that, he had forgotten what he was going to say, so intent on replacing that scent with his own, and now he wonders if he is too late.
His voice betrays him.
“You smell like him,” he accuses, splaying a hand across Gokudera’s chest.
“Like whom,” Gokudera asks, and Yamamoto cannot help but think how childish they sound despite discussing the exploits of adults.
“Don’t make me say it.”
Gokudera exhales in a sharp puff of air. “What, so you’re allowed to sleep with other people, but I’m not? What a load of crock.”
“I don’t.” Yamamoto replies and immediately bites his lip. This is stupid. They have a good thing going. The sex is great, and now Yamamoto has to go screw it up by bringing jealousy into it.
In his embrace, Gokudera stiffens, muscles trembling with potential energy, but he does not bolt. Instead, he brushes his fingertips across Yamamoto’s arm.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.
“Probably what you think it means,” Yamamoto says. “Look, just forget about it.”
“You are an idiot,” Gokudera whispers through gritted teeth, “such an idiot.”
“Your idiot,” Yamamoto confides. At this point, he wishes they could just go to sleep and pretend this conversation never happened, maybe wake up in the morning and fuck again, and if Gokudera still carries traces of some other bastard, Yamamoto does not care because they are together now.
“Still an idiot.” Gokudera is quiet for a bit, breath evening out methodically like he is forcing himself to calm down. “I hadn’t realized.”
“Yeah, well.”
The night air is cool against their naked skin, so Yamamoto reaches over Gokudera to draw the sheets up. It is the perfect chance for Gokudera to scoot away, but he remains still. As they fall closer to the edge of much needed sleep, Gokudera rubs at his nose, and mutters, “Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout anyway. All I smell is you.”
There is still so much more to say, but for now this is enough.
I know you said you didn’t like overly angsty fics, so I hope I didn’t lay it on too much. /o\ Three guesses who the smell comes from. XD