GokuderaxYamamoto oneshot
Hello~ New to this community, and I thought it'd be better to welcome myself by sharing and not stealing. ^^' So, this is a oneshot, obviously. Nice to meet you<3
Title: Kissy Kissy
Author: Kudari (me<3)
Pairing: 80x59 (YamamotoxGokudera)
Warnings: Boy on Boy sound any bad?
Rating: T for Gokudera's potty mouth. x3
“Uh... Tao.”
“No.”
“What? But that's how you say it, isn't it?”
“No, it isn't! It's a “Ch” sound, not a “T”!”
“What's the difference?”
“A lot of things you baseball idiot!” Gokudera heaved a sigh and slapped his forehead with his palm. It had been a simple task, but Yamamoto had a way of twisting even that to something this hard.
The tenth had asked him to teach the baseball athlete basics of Italian so that he wouldn't get lost on his first trip there. It sounded simple enough, right? Wrong. Gokudera couldn't even get a simple “Ciao” out of him.
Yamamoto laughed oh-so easily and turned the page in the lesson book Gokudera had given him. “You're sure making this class much more fun than I thought it would be.”
“I'm not trying to do anything but get you to learn this crap,” the silver-haired of the two mumbled. He rolled his eyes. “If the 10th hadn't asked me to do this...”
“I just thought of something.”
“Better not be something stupid.”
“What if I meet a girl there and-”
“That's stupid. What girl would want to date you?” Gokudera didn't even bother trying to stifle a laugh. “You're too narrow-minded!”
Yamamoto pouted. He folded his arms. “I'm being serious, Gokudera. What if I meet a girl, but since I don't know the language, I didn't know when she wanted to kiss me?”
“Then you're just a queer,” Gokudera shrugged nonchalantly. Looking back at Yamamoto, he flinched. The boy was pouting at him again. His face distorted uncomfortably. “S-Stop that!”
“But... tell me...,” Yamamoto frowned. “I heard that Italy is one of the most exotic countries out there!”
Gokudera stared at the boy once again. Seeing that he wouldn't stop, he rolled his eyes. “Baciarme. She'll say baciarme.”
“Baciarmy?”
“No, stupid! Baciarme!”
“You know, you sound kinda hot when you speak Italian.”
Gokudera whipped his head over to Yamamoto with a light blush. He glared instantly. “Shut the fuck up, Yamamoto!”
The other boy only laughed. “Fine... Fine...”
“Now... let's get back to saying 'hi.'”
“Hey, I've got another question for you.”
“No, we're getting back to the lessons, Yamamoto,” Gokudera snapped.
“Pleeeaaaase?”
“Fine. What do you want?”
“If you're Italian, why don't you have an accent?”
“...”
“Well?”
“Shut it, baseball nut.”
Later
“Alright,” Gokudera closed his text book and got up from the chair. “Time to go home.”
“What? But we just got here! I was finally getting a hang of saying chao too...,” Yamamoto pouted and folded his arms.”
“That's ciao, stupid.”
“That's what I said, chao!”
“Not chao, ciao.” Gokudera frowned and leaned over the table towards Yamamoto. He pointed to his mouth. “See how my lips are moving? Ciao.”
“Tiao?”
“No.” Gokudera bluntly responded. He leaned closer. “Ciao.”
“Shall.” Yamamoto clumsily smiled.
“Ciao!” the other boy cupped both of Yamamoto's cheeks and squeezed them. “See? Ciao.”
“Jau?”
“No!” The other teen sighed in exasperation and pulled Yamamoto closer. “Cia-” Before he realized it, the two of them were close enough to kiss. Gokudera felt his cheeks redden and pushed the boy away. He looked away in attempt to cover his blush. “I-I was kidding about the queer comment, you know. I can't believe you'd try to put a move on me!”
Yamamoto frowned. “But you were the one who pulled me close.” He grinned. “Your breath's pretty minty, you know that?”
“Sh-Shut up!” Gokudera glared at the boy. He trudged towards the door. “I'm going home.”
“Wait, we go the same way!” Yamamoto followed afterwards.
“Well I don't want to be seen walking home with some bastard like you,” Gokudera snapped.
Yamamoto smiled sympathetically. “Aw... but it'll be fun. Besides, you can ask me anything so I can brush up on this! Like... saying hello and goodbye.”
“Ciao, arrivederci.”
“...you still sound pretty hot talking in Italian.”
“Shut it. If you seriously want to learn Italian, than we're going to take this seriously for the 10th. Understood?” Gokudera turned his head to Yamamoto with a hard look.
Yamamoto playfully grinned and nodded his head. “Understood.”
So, Gokudera quizzed the boy as they walked together. Mostly it was Gokudera getting frustrated and Yamamoto laughing it off, once again commenting on how the other boy sounded as he spoke Italian. Finally, when Gokudera asked Yamamoto yet another question and didn't get an answer, he turned and saw how bored the athlete was.
Gokudera frowned. Learning Japanese was pretty boring at first too when he was tutored. It was only a smidge bit more interesting when whatever he asked was translated for him. The boy held out his hand to stop Yamamoto as they came to a stoplight. “Yamamoto.”
“H-Huh?” the other boy snapped out of his thoughts.
“Tch. Baciarme.”
“What?!” Yamamoto said in shock. His eyebrows furrowed. “But...”
“I said baciarme. Don't you listen during these lessons?”
“Yes, I do but...”
“But what? Baciarme!”
“Okay...”
“H-Hey... Yamamoto, what do you think you're-” Gokudera was interrupted as soon as Yamamoto's lips touched his. After five seconds of shock, he shoved the boy off and wiped his lips, his face beet red. “Wh-What the hell was that for?”
“You asked me to kiss you!” Yamamoto said defensively. He turned as red as the other boy. “You said so yourself!”
“I asked you to translate what that meant!” Gokudera screeched. He felt his face darken. “You honestly don't listen to instructions, do you?”
“Well... um...”
Seeing the embarrassed look on his face, Gokudera's frown deepened. He looked away with a puff and folded his arms. “Apparently you don't. You're meeting me at the school library every Tuesdays and Thursdays, understood?”
Yamamoto gulped. “Uh... yeah, Gokudera-sensei.”
The two walked again, not even bothering to make eye contact. If they did, it would have been supremely awkward.
Finally, Gokudera looked back at Yamamoto hesitantly. “So... Yamamoto?”
“Yeah?”
“Do I really sound hot talking in Italian?”
Yamamoto blinked. He instantly laughed and nodded his head. “Definitely.”
...I suck at euphemisms. Hope you enjoyed, though. x3;
Title: Kissy Kissy
Author: Kudari (me<3)
Pairing: 80x59 (YamamotoxGokudera)
Warnings: Boy on Boy sound any bad?
Rating: T for Gokudera's potty mouth. x3
“Uh... Tao.”
“No.”
“What? But that's how you say it, isn't it?”
“No, it isn't! It's a “Ch” sound, not a “T”!”
“What's the difference?”
“A lot of things you baseball idiot!” Gokudera heaved a sigh and slapped his forehead with his palm. It had been a simple task, but Yamamoto had a way of twisting even that to something this hard.
The tenth had asked him to teach the baseball athlete basics of Italian so that he wouldn't get lost on his first trip there. It sounded simple enough, right? Wrong. Gokudera couldn't even get a simple “Ciao” out of him.
Yamamoto laughed oh-so easily and turned the page in the lesson book Gokudera had given him. “You're sure making this class much more fun than I thought it would be.”
“I'm not trying to do anything but get you to learn this crap,” the silver-haired of the two mumbled. He rolled his eyes. “If the 10th hadn't asked me to do this...”
“I just thought of something.”
“Better not be something stupid.”
“What if I meet a girl there and-”
“That's stupid. What girl would want to date you?” Gokudera didn't even bother trying to stifle a laugh. “You're too narrow-minded!”
Yamamoto pouted. He folded his arms. “I'm being serious, Gokudera. What if I meet a girl, but since I don't know the language, I didn't know when she wanted to kiss me?”
“Then you're just a queer,” Gokudera shrugged nonchalantly. Looking back at Yamamoto, he flinched. The boy was pouting at him again. His face distorted uncomfortably. “S-Stop that!”
“But... tell me...,” Yamamoto frowned. “I heard that Italy is one of the most exotic countries out there!”
Gokudera stared at the boy once again. Seeing that he wouldn't stop, he rolled his eyes. “Baciarme. She'll say baciarme.”
“Baciarmy?”
“No, stupid! Baciarme!”
“You know, you sound kinda hot when you speak Italian.”
Gokudera whipped his head over to Yamamoto with a light blush. He glared instantly. “Shut the fuck up, Yamamoto!”
The other boy only laughed. “Fine... Fine...”
“Now... let's get back to saying 'hi.'”
“Hey, I've got another question for you.”
“No, we're getting back to the lessons, Yamamoto,” Gokudera snapped.
“Pleeeaaaase?”
“Fine. What do you want?”
“If you're Italian, why don't you have an accent?”
“...”
“Well?”
“Shut it, baseball nut.”
Later
“Alright,” Gokudera closed his text book and got up from the chair. “Time to go home.”
“What? But we just got here! I was finally getting a hang of saying chao too...,” Yamamoto pouted and folded his arms.”
“That's ciao, stupid.”
“That's what I said, chao!”
“Not chao, ciao.” Gokudera frowned and leaned over the table towards Yamamoto. He pointed to his mouth. “See how my lips are moving? Ciao.”
“Tiao?”
“No.” Gokudera bluntly responded. He leaned closer. “Ciao.”
“Shall.” Yamamoto clumsily smiled.
“Ciao!” the other boy cupped both of Yamamoto's cheeks and squeezed them. “See? Ciao.”
“Jau?”
“No!” The other teen sighed in exasperation and pulled Yamamoto closer. “Cia-” Before he realized it, the two of them were close enough to kiss. Gokudera felt his cheeks redden and pushed the boy away. He looked away in attempt to cover his blush. “I-I was kidding about the queer comment, you know. I can't believe you'd try to put a move on me!”
Yamamoto frowned. “But you were the one who pulled me close.” He grinned. “Your breath's pretty minty, you know that?”
“Sh-Shut up!” Gokudera glared at the boy. He trudged towards the door. “I'm going home.”
“Wait, we go the same way!” Yamamoto followed afterwards.
“Well I don't want to be seen walking home with some bastard like you,” Gokudera snapped.
Yamamoto smiled sympathetically. “Aw... but it'll be fun. Besides, you can ask me anything so I can brush up on this! Like... saying hello and goodbye.”
“Ciao, arrivederci.”
“...you still sound pretty hot talking in Italian.”
“Shut it. If you seriously want to learn Italian, than we're going to take this seriously for the 10th. Understood?” Gokudera turned his head to Yamamoto with a hard look.
Yamamoto playfully grinned and nodded his head. “Understood.”
So, Gokudera quizzed the boy as they walked together. Mostly it was Gokudera getting frustrated and Yamamoto laughing it off, once again commenting on how the other boy sounded as he spoke Italian. Finally, when Gokudera asked Yamamoto yet another question and didn't get an answer, he turned and saw how bored the athlete was.
Gokudera frowned. Learning Japanese was pretty boring at first too when he was tutored. It was only a smidge bit more interesting when whatever he asked was translated for him. The boy held out his hand to stop Yamamoto as they came to a stoplight. “Yamamoto.”
“H-Huh?” the other boy snapped out of his thoughts.
“Tch. Baciarme.”
“What?!” Yamamoto said in shock. His eyebrows furrowed. “But...”
“I said baciarme. Don't you listen during these lessons?”
“Yes, I do but...”
“But what? Baciarme!”
“Okay...”
“H-Hey... Yamamoto, what do you think you're-” Gokudera was interrupted as soon as Yamamoto's lips touched his. After five seconds of shock, he shoved the boy off and wiped his lips, his face beet red. “Wh-What the hell was that for?”
“You asked me to kiss you!” Yamamoto said defensively. He turned as red as the other boy. “You said so yourself!”
“I asked you to translate what that meant!” Gokudera screeched. He felt his face darken. “You honestly don't listen to instructions, do you?”
“Well... um...”
Seeing the embarrassed look on his face, Gokudera's frown deepened. He looked away with a puff and folded his arms. “Apparently you don't. You're meeting me at the school library every Tuesdays and Thursdays, understood?”
Yamamoto gulped. “Uh... yeah, Gokudera-sensei.”
The two walked again, not even bothering to make eye contact. If they did, it would have been supremely awkward.
Finally, Gokudera looked back at Yamamoto hesitantly. “So... Yamamoto?”
“Yeah?”
“Do I really sound hot talking in Italian?”
Yamamoto blinked. He instantly laughed and nodded his head. “Definitely.”
...I suck at euphemisms. Hope you enjoyed, though. x3;