Clair De Lune(8059 fanfiction)
This is the result of listening to Classical music late at night.This came to my mind the other night,and I decided I might as well write it.Hopefully you'll enjoy it.
Clair De Lune
atarashii_kashi
Rating PG-13
Pairing 8059
Warnings bad grammar,sloppy writing,possible typos,and Monopoly?
Summary Yamamoto doesn't know anything about Classical music,and Gokudera gets dragged into playing piano for him.
Gokudera had to admit that he always loved going over to the Tenth’s house whether they talked, watched TV, or simply just sat in silence contemplating the events of the day. But Gokudera couldn’t say the same for whenever Yamamoto was over as well. The stupid baseball freak just had a knack to piss him off not to mention be downright annoying to deal with. One incident in particular still pissed Gokudera off, so much so that he would end up lighting a rather large cigar to ward off his anger.
It was a cool, and cloudy Saturday when it happened, the trio had all gathered at Tsuna’s house for a rousing game of Monopoly. Gokudera didn’t know whose idea it was to play the infuriating game but he had to guess it was Yamamoto’s fault. After all the Tenth knew how much he hated the foul game, and besides the Tenth could do no wrong (even if he was found with two blood spattered bodies at his feet, and was holding a gun in his hand…how do you know someone else hadn’t killed those guys?). So there they all were sitting in Tsuna’s room playing Monopoly, Yamamoto had already sent Gokudera to jail twice, and by now Gokudera had a sneaking suspicion that he might be cheating. Tsuna, realizing that his two best friends were close to another fight decided to intervene by suggesting taking a small break from the game.
Gokudera was glad to stop for a while, the fact that he was losing, and especially to Yamamoto was almost too depressing to put into words. So they talked for a while about random things school, baseball, why Hibari would allow a cute little bird to ride on his shoulder. Then somehow the subject switched over to music, and that’s when things got interesting.
“What kind of music do you like Gokudera-kun?” Tsuna asked taking a sip of his hot chocolate as Gokudera just grinned at him and said “Well, a little of everything…but if I had to pick one genre I guess it would be rock”. Tsuna smiled at that “That’s what I thought” he said happily, and Gokudera had to smile as well, leave it to the Tenth to be so perceptive. “What about you Yamamoto?” Tsuna asked turning to the taller boy who was currently preoccupied with counting his money. Yamamoto looked up, and smiled his usual smile at Tsuna “Hm…I don’t know…I guess I never really thought about it much” he said with a laugh.
Gokudera could only face-palm himself in reply to this, leave it to the baseball obsessed idiot to not think about something so simple. Everyone had some kind of music taste but, then again that merited having a fully functioning brain, which Yamamoto (in Gokudera’s expert opinion) had been living without for a long time. The idiot himself shocked Gokudera from his thoughts of Yamamoto’s stupidity.
“Well, actually I heard this really nice song on the radio the other day…it was some classical piece but I forget what it was called” he said with a stupid grin as he scratched his head. Gokudera just smirked in response; Yamamoto’s jackassery knew no bounds apparently. “Why don’t you hum a few bars? Maybe we can figure out what song it is” Tsuna said, Gokudera just shook his head, the Tenth’s kindness was wasted on someone so obviously incapable of normal thought processes. But nonetheless Yamamoto began to hum the song, and it only took a mere thirty seconds before Gokudera blurted out “You idiot that’s Clair De Lune”.
“Clair De Lune?” asked Tsuna obviously not well versed in the realm of classical music. Gokudera just smiled at him and said “Yeah, it’s a classical piece played on piano by a composer named Claude Debussy, it’s the third movement in the Suite Bergamasque”. Tsuna looked at the silver haired boy in awe who would’ve thought that the hotheaded Italian was so knowledgeable about classical music.
Yamamoto looked stunned as Gokudera just smirked at him “That’ll show you to put me in jail” why he was still sore over that Monopoly game from hell he didn’t know. “Gokudera-kun you used to play piano right? Did you know how to play Clair De Lune?” Tsuna asked eagerly. Gokudera merely sighed as he looked down at his hands “I did know how to play it…I even knew it by heart but I doubt I could play it now”. Tsuna looked slightly disappointed at the news but offered up a cheerful smile, and suggested that they get back to the game.
A few hours later after the game was over (Yamamoto had won by a mile, and Gokudera was still sure he had cheated). Gokudera, and Yamamoto said their farewells to Tsuna and walked off into the deserted street of the town to make their way home. Yamamoto being the sadist he was, had decided to walk Gokudera home claiming that since his house was on the way they might as well walk together. Gokudera was mildly annoyed, he wasn’t a girl after all, and was perfectly capable of walking himself home without the help of some cheating idiot.
They didn’t talk for a long time, and when they finally did the subject of conversation was Clair De Lune. “You sure know a lot about classical music Gokudera” Yamamoto said with his trademark grin Gokudera was beginning to think that Yamamoto might actually enjoy torturing him with small talk. “Of course I know a lot about it you idiot. How could I not? When you play the piano you have to know all about it”, he said lighting a cigarette, at the rate this was going he might go through the whole pack before he even made it home. “Yeah, I guess you’re right” chuckled Yamamoto “It’s just too bad you can’t play that song anymore…I really like it,” he said glancing over at Gokudera.
“Then go buy a damn CD,” muttered Gokudera glaring back at Yamamoto who had suddenly stopped walking, and was just staring at him. Gokudera stopped too, and not wanting to be outdone stared straight back at the taller boy “What? What is it?” he asked impatiently. “I was wondering if you’d like to play it again…you know, Clair De Lune” Yamamoto said somewhat awkwardly as Gokudera just looked at him in a state of shock.
“Are you fucking with me? Why would you ask me that? And please don’t act like you genuinely want to hear me play it” Gokudera said irritably, “The bastard probably just wants to watch me screw it up, and laugh at me” Gokudera thought with a scowl. “No” Yamamoto said with a nervous smile, throwing up his hands as a sign of mock surrender “It’s not like that at all. I actually do want to hear you play it Gokudera”. Gokudera just scowled at him, it’s not like playing the piano was that horrible anymore but the fact that Yamamoto had requested it just made it all the more annoying. “No way am I going to play for some idiot who thinks what we’re doing with Tsuna, and Reborn-san is some kind of role play game” Gokudera said, and with that he turned his back on Yamamoto.
But Yamamoto apparently wasn’t through with the issue yet, and with a smirk he said loudly “Chicken!”. Gokudera rounded on him in the process lighting 5 sticks of dynamite and holding them dangerously close to Yamamoto’s face. “Look, just because I don’t want to play for someone who wouldn’t appreciate it doesn’t mean that I can’t!” he said defiantly waving the crackling dynamite even closer to Yamamoto’s nose.
Yamamoto boldly stared back at him, and simply said, “Then prove it” this is what made Gokudera’s mind stop working. “What?” he asked in half shock, half disbelief, he really wasn’t expecting Yamamoto to be so bold about it, nor did he expect that odd little smirk or that defiant look in his eyes that sent shivers down his spine…wait, what? “I want you to prove it to me” Yamamoto repeated, not missing a beat “If you really can play Clair De Lune then play it for me without mistakes”.
“What the hell am I getting out of busting my ass to play this for you? Why should I?” asked Gokudera ignoring the ever growing smirk on Yamamoto’s face. “Because if you do I swear I won’t talk about baseball ever again” Gokudera was shocked, the offer was much too tempting, to think that he would be able to go a day without hearing about baseball from the obsessed freak was almost too good to be true. “Fine! I’ll do it!” Gokudera announced eagerly, never having to hear about baseball was much too good to pass up. “But!” Yamamoto said holding up a finger to silence Gokudera momentarily “If you can’t play it without messing up then you have to do something for me”.
“Bastard” muttered Gokudera angrily he should’ve known better despite the fact that the guy was a complete idiot he had a surprisingly cunning side. Gokudera could’ve stopped right then, and there and decided the whole deal was off but not being the kind of person to back down from a challenge he said “Fine then…” how bad could Yamamoto’s condition be, anyway. So, with both of them agreeing on the terms they went their separate ways, Gokudera to find sheet music, and Yamamoto to think of something for Gokudera to do for him in case he lost the bet.
About 5 days passed, and Gokudera had memorized the piece by heart, he had played it about 15 times without a single flaw, and was convinced he was ready to show Yamamoto. Gokudera had somehow managed to get into the school music room without being noticed, and was currently waiting for Yamamoto to show up. “Why the hell am I doing this?” thought Gokudera running a hand through his hair, and taking a long drag from his cigarette. He didn’t even like this guy, and yet and still he was waiting for him in the empty music room when he very well could be somewhere else, to play him a song that had to relearn. The only conclusion he could draw was that all the smoke from the dynamite was finally getting to his head.
Just as he was about to get up to leave, and contemplate using a different weapon Yamamoto walked in the door wearing his usual stupid grin. “I’m glad you finally showed up,” Gokudera said irritably throwing his still lit cigarette on the ground, and putting it out with his foot. “Sorry” Yamamoto said scratching his head with an apologetic smile “Baseball practice ran late” Gokudera just smirked at him “Well, I guess you better tell me all about it because in a second you won’t be talking about baseball at all”. Yamamoto just laughed, and said, “We’ll see” Gokudera just scowled at him before he turned his back on him, and sat down on the piano bench.
Stretching out his fingers, and exhaling slightly Gokudera set about to play Clair De Lune.The first few notes were soft, and simple, his fingers brushing lightly over the keys as he closed his eyes to remember the notes. As the notes became slightly more complex he relaxed his shoulders more, and breathed out a quiet sigh as he moved his fingers to their correct places. He found himself putting more energy than he had anticipated into the next part of the movement as he heard the notes become more loud, and clear.
Gokudera couldn’t help a small smile as he neared the middle of the piece, his finger movements becoming more delicate. He could feel his head swaying slightly as he neared the end of the piece, his hands trembling slightly at the realization that this was almost over, this magic that had somehow taken hold of him was almost gone. It seemed sad to let it end, the clear notes, the emotion filling the room, his fingers lightly brushing the keys, the boy watching him fervently from the corner of the room.
That’s right, Yamamoto was still watching him play, he was witnessing him being swept away by the music, and the passion for playing that he thought he had lost. It was odd to have an audience, although it was just Yamamoto, and in the past he had many more eyes watching him, many more people scrutinizing him. But just knowing that he was in the room sent an uneasy feeling through his body, and caused his nimble fingers to fumble for the keys. Trying to regain his composure proved harder than it should’ve been, and before Gokudera knew it he had hit the wrong key in an effort to remain calm.
Gokudera knew he had made the mistake it was obvious, even someone uncultured like Yamamoto would notice the mistake. Gokudera peered around to see Yamamoto wearing that same smirk that he had been wearing the night when they had made their bet. “You know what this means, right?” he asked him, Gokudera was mortified he wasn’t sure what the bastard was going to subject him to but he could guess it wasn’t going to be good. “Yeah, yeah I do…can you hurry it up, and just get it over with?” Gokudera asked turning away from him, to think Yamamoto staring at him made him nervous was almost too humiliating to handle.
Gokudera was just about to light another cigarette to calm his nerves when he felt warm breath on his neck, and he turned around to see Yamamoto staring back at him. To say Gokudera was shocked would be an understatement but he was even more shocked to feel a pair of warm lips on his own. This had to be some kind of dream, right? Yamamoto definitely wasn’t kissing him, he was not pressing up against him, he was not forcing his tongue in, and Gokudera certainly wasn’t enjoying it.
But if it was a dream it was a very real one. Yamamoto had wasted no time in trying to get closer to Gokudera as he worked his tongue in a way that made Gokudera wonder where he learned to kiss so well. He wondered why he hadn’t tried to fight back by now, he was just letting the idiot do as he pleased, and the idiot was now starting to groan into his mouth…that was unexpected. Gokudera decided he didn’t have time to worry about how he felt about Yamamoto, or why he was allowing him to do this in the first place there were much more pressing matters at hand, and something was currently pressed up against his thigh.
Gokudera glanced down to see that his suspicions were correct, and that the stupid bastard had indeed gotten hard. “Don’t tell me he gets a hard on from watching me play” Gokudera thought with a blush, and a frown as he realized he would most likely have to help Yamamoto with the current situation. In Yamamoto’s current state he would most likely try to relieve himself in other ways…other ways which Gokudera took no pleasure in thinking about. So Gokudera did the only sensible thing to do…he slipped his hand down Yamamoto’s pants, which earned him another groan, and a very odd feeling to his groin.
Biting his lip he took Yamamoto’s already leaking cock in his hand, and stroked it gently. Using the same care, and consideration he gave the keys of the piano he lightly caressed Yamamoto, and without a second thought he slid his thumb over the head. Yamamoto tensed up then, his mouth still trying to work Gokudera over but not one to be outdone he slid his hand up its length, and pumped him gently.
The way Gokudera was working him was slow, and agonizing, his finger movements were hardly there, and he took it all so slow it was driving Yamamoto crazy with need. Before he knew it he was moaning for Gokudera to go faster otherwise he was going to go insane. Yamamoto really wasn’t expecting for the afternoon to go like this, he had just gone to the music room to hear Gokudera to play the song, and if he messed up he was just going to make him carry his books or something. But when he saw the look on Gokudera’s face as his fingers jumped over the keys he felt something, and then he couldn’t help but imagine those skillful fingers wrapped around him pumping him.
He certainly wasn’t expecting it to actually happen, and now that it was it was almost too much to handle. Yamamoto was getting impatient now, it seemed like Gokudera was trying to torture him now, he was barely touching him, and it was starting to make him wonder if he was trying to get back at him. “Come on Gokudera…I can’t take much more of this” Yamamoto groaned as Gokudera merely smirked at him, and with a few hard pumps Yamamoto finally came. Yamamoto slumped over, feeling spent but satisfied, and Gokudera was slightly embarrassed as he realized what he had just done for the baseball idiot.
When he came back to reality Yamamoto looked over at Gokudera who had used the sheet music to wipe his hand, and was currently sporting a blush as he fumbled for his lighter. Yamamoto only smiled at him Gokudera glanced back at him, and asked in a slightly shaky tone “What is it now?”. “I didn’t think you would actually do it” Yamamoto said with a grin as Gokudera’s face turned an even darker shade of red at the statement. “Well it was either that or have your horny ass try to get in my pants, and I wasn’t ok with that” Gokudera said running feverish fingers through his tousled hair.
“But, what I don’t get is why you decided to jump me all of a sudden” Gokudera said, finally lighting a cigarette. Yamamoto looked slightly embarrassed at the question and just looked away as he said in a small voice “I wasn’t going to do anything at first…but the way you looked was so…”he trailed off, and Gokudera realized what he wanted to say. Putting on his best scowl Gokudera tried to ignore the comment, and said in an annoyed tone “Shut up already! I’ve heard enough of your crap for one day. You don’t need to say anymore”. Yamamoto just grinned at his less than angry response, and hastily zipped up his pants; in the process he asked the question that had been on his mind for a while.
“Hey, Gokudera…why did you drag it out so long?” Gokudera just smirked, as he looked away “Pay back” he said simply. That’s when Yamamoto realized that Gokudera hated to lose even if it was something as simple as a game of Monopoly.
Hope I didn't mess with your brains too badly.But it was just asking to be written.
Clair De Lune
atarashii_kashi
Rating PG-13
Pairing 8059
Warnings bad grammar,sloppy writing,possible typos,and Monopoly?
Summary Yamamoto doesn't know anything about Classical music,and Gokudera gets dragged into playing piano for him.
Gokudera had to admit that he always loved going over to the Tenth’s house whether they talked, watched TV, or simply just sat in silence contemplating the events of the day. But Gokudera couldn’t say the same for whenever Yamamoto was over as well. The stupid baseball freak just had a knack to piss him off not to mention be downright annoying to deal with. One incident in particular still pissed Gokudera off, so much so that he would end up lighting a rather large cigar to ward off his anger.
It was a cool, and cloudy Saturday when it happened, the trio had all gathered at Tsuna’s house for a rousing game of Monopoly. Gokudera didn’t know whose idea it was to play the infuriating game but he had to guess it was Yamamoto’s fault. After all the Tenth knew how much he hated the foul game, and besides the Tenth could do no wrong (even if he was found with two blood spattered bodies at his feet, and was holding a gun in his hand…how do you know someone else hadn’t killed those guys?). So there they all were sitting in Tsuna’s room playing Monopoly, Yamamoto had already sent Gokudera to jail twice, and by now Gokudera had a sneaking suspicion that he might be cheating. Tsuna, realizing that his two best friends were close to another fight decided to intervene by suggesting taking a small break from the game.
Gokudera was glad to stop for a while, the fact that he was losing, and especially to Yamamoto was almost too depressing to put into words. So they talked for a while about random things school, baseball, why Hibari would allow a cute little bird to ride on his shoulder. Then somehow the subject switched over to music, and that’s when things got interesting.
“What kind of music do you like Gokudera-kun?” Tsuna asked taking a sip of his hot chocolate as Gokudera just grinned at him and said “Well, a little of everything…but if I had to pick one genre I guess it would be rock”. Tsuna smiled at that “That’s what I thought” he said happily, and Gokudera had to smile as well, leave it to the Tenth to be so perceptive. “What about you Yamamoto?” Tsuna asked turning to the taller boy who was currently preoccupied with counting his money. Yamamoto looked up, and smiled his usual smile at Tsuna “Hm…I don’t know…I guess I never really thought about it much” he said with a laugh.
Gokudera could only face-palm himself in reply to this, leave it to the baseball obsessed idiot to not think about something so simple. Everyone had some kind of music taste but, then again that merited having a fully functioning brain, which Yamamoto (in Gokudera’s expert opinion) had been living without for a long time. The idiot himself shocked Gokudera from his thoughts of Yamamoto’s stupidity.
“Well, actually I heard this really nice song on the radio the other day…it was some classical piece but I forget what it was called” he said with a stupid grin as he scratched his head. Gokudera just smirked in response; Yamamoto’s jackassery knew no bounds apparently. “Why don’t you hum a few bars? Maybe we can figure out what song it is” Tsuna said, Gokudera just shook his head, the Tenth’s kindness was wasted on someone so obviously incapable of normal thought processes. But nonetheless Yamamoto began to hum the song, and it only took a mere thirty seconds before Gokudera blurted out “You idiot that’s Clair De Lune”.
“Clair De Lune?” asked Tsuna obviously not well versed in the realm of classical music. Gokudera just smiled at him and said “Yeah, it’s a classical piece played on piano by a composer named Claude Debussy, it’s the third movement in the Suite Bergamasque”. Tsuna looked at the silver haired boy in awe who would’ve thought that the hotheaded Italian was so knowledgeable about classical music.
Yamamoto looked stunned as Gokudera just smirked at him “That’ll show you to put me in jail” why he was still sore over that Monopoly game from hell he didn’t know. “Gokudera-kun you used to play piano right? Did you know how to play Clair De Lune?” Tsuna asked eagerly. Gokudera merely sighed as he looked down at his hands “I did know how to play it…I even knew it by heart but I doubt I could play it now”. Tsuna looked slightly disappointed at the news but offered up a cheerful smile, and suggested that they get back to the game.
A few hours later after the game was over (Yamamoto had won by a mile, and Gokudera was still sure he had cheated). Gokudera, and Yamamoto said their farewells to Tsuna and walked off into the deserted street of the town to make their way home. Yamamoto being the sadist he was, had decided to walk Gokudera home claiming that since his house was on the way they might as well walk together. Gokudera was mildly annoyed, he wasn’t a girl after all, and was perfectly capable of walking himself home without the help of some cheating idiot.
They didn’t talk for a long time, and when they finally did the subject of conversation was Clair De Lune. “You sure know a lot about classical music Gokudera” Yamamoto said with his trademark grin Gokudera was beginning to think that Yamamoto might actually enjoy torturing him with small talk. “Of course I know a lot about it you idiot. How could I not? When you play the piano you have to know all about it”, he said lighting a cigarette, at the rate this was going he might go through the whole pack before he even made it home. “Yeah, I guess you’re right” chuckled Yamamoto “It’s just too bad you can’t play that song anymore…I really like it,” he said glancing over at Gokudera.
“Then go buy a damn CD,” muttered Gokudera glaring back at Yamamoto who had suddenly stopped walking, and was just staring at him. Gokudera stopped too, and not wanting to be outdone stared straight back at the taller boy “What? What is it?” he asked impatiently. “I was wondering if you’d like to play it again…you know, Clair De Lune” Yamamoto said somewhat awkwardly as Gokudera just looked at him in a state of shock.
“Are you fucking with me? Why would you ask me that? And please don’t act like you genuinely want to hear me play it” Gokudera said irritably, “The bastard probably just wants to watch me screw it up, and laugh at me” Gokudera thought with a scowl. “No” Yamamoto said with a nervous smile, throwing up his hands as a sign of mock surrender “It’s not like that at all. I actually do want to hear you play it Gokudera”. Gokudera just scowled at him, it’s not like playing the piano was that horrible anymore but the fact that Yamamoto had requested it just made it all the more annoying. “No way am I going to play for some idiot who thinks what we’re doing with Tsuna, and Reborn-san is some kind of role play game” Gokudera said, and with that he turned his back on Yamamoto.
But Yamamoto apparently wasn’t through with the issue yet, and with a smirk he said loudly “Chicken!”. Gokudera rounded on him in the process lighting 5 sticks of dynamite and holding them dangerously close to Yamamoto’s face. “Look, just because I don’t want to play for someone who wouldn’t appreciate it doesn’t mean that I can’t!” he said defiantly waving the crackling dynamite even closer to Yamamoto’s nose.
Yamamoto boldly stared back at him, and simply said, “Then prove it” this is what made Gokudera’s mind stop working. “What?” he asked in half shock, half disbelief, he really wasn’t expecting Yamamoto to be so bold about it, nor did he expect that odd little smirk or that defiant look in his eyes that sent shivers down his spine…wait, what? “I want you to prove it to me” Yamamoto repeated, not missing a beat “If you really can play Clair De Lune then play it for me without mistakes”.
“What the hell am I getting out of busting my ass to play this for you? Why should I?” asked Gokudera ignoring the ever growing smirk on Yamamoto’s face. “Because if you do I swear I won’t talk about baseball ever again” Gokudera was shocked, the offer was much too tempting, to think that he would be able to go a day without hearing about baseball from the obsessed freak was almost too good to be true. “Fine! I’ll do it!” Gokudera announced eagerly, never having to hear about baseball was much too good to pass up. “But!” Yamamoto said holding up a finger to silence Gokudera momentarily “If you can’t play it without messing up then you have to do something for me”.
“Bastard” muttered Gokudera angrily he should’ve known better despite the fact that the guy was a complete idiot he had a surprisingly cunning side. Gokudera could’ve stopped right then, and there and decided the whole deal was off but not being the kind of person to back down from a challenge he said “Fine then…” how bad could Yamamoto’s condition be, anyway. So, with both of them agreeing on the terms they went their separate ways, Gokudera to find sheet music, and Yamamoto to think of something for Gokudera to do for him in case he lost the bet.
About 5 days passed, and Gokudera had memorized the piece by heart, he had played it about 15 times without a single flaw, and was convinced he was ready to show Yamamoto. Gokudera had somehow managed to get into the school music room without being noticed, and was currently waiting for Yamamoto to show up. “Why the hell am I doing this?” thought Gokudera running a hand through his hair, and taking a long drag from his cigarette. He didn’t even like this guy, and yet and still he was waiting for him in the empty music room when he very well could be somewhere else, to play him a song that had to relearn. The only conclusion he could draw was that all the smoke from the dynamite was finally getting to his head.
Just as he was about to get up to leave, and contemplate using a different weapon Yamamoto walked in the door wearing his usual stupid grin. “I’m glad you finally showed up,” Gokudera said irritably throwing his still lit cigarette on the ground, and putting it out with his foot. “Sorry” Yamamoto said scratching his head with an apologetic smile “Baseball practice ran late” Gokudera just smirked at him “Well, I guess you better tell me all about it because in a second you won’t be talking about baseball at all”. Yamamoto just laughed, and said, “We’ll see” Gokudera just scowled at him before he turned his back on him, and sat down on the piano bench.
Stretching out his fingers, and exhaling slightly Gokudera set about to play Clair De Lune.The first few notes were soft, and simple, his fingers brushing lightly over the keys as he closed his eyes to remember the notes. As the notes became slightly more complex he relaxed his shoulders more, and breathed out a quiet sigh as he moved his fingers to their correct places. He found himself putting more energy than he had anticipated into the next part of the movement as he heard the notes become more loud, and clear.
Gokudera couldn’t help a small smile as he neared the middle of the piece, his finger movements becoming more delicate. He could feel his head swaying slightly as he neared the end of the piece, his hands trembling slightly at the realization that this was almost over, this magic that had somehow taken hold of him was almost gone. It seemed sad to let it end, the clear notes, the emotion filling the room, his fingers lightly brushing the keys, the boy watching him fervently from the corner of the room.
That’s right, Yamamoto was still watching him play, he was witnessing him being swept away by the music, and the passion for playing that he thought he had lost. It was odd to have an audience, although it was just Yamamoto, and in the past he had many more eyes watching him, many more people scrutinizing him. But just knowing that he was in the room sent an uneasy feeling through his body, and caused his nimble fingers to fumble for the keys. Trying to regain his composure proved harder than it should’ve been, and before Gokudera knew it he had hit the wrong key in an effort to remain calm.
Gokudera knew he had made the mistake it was obvious, even someone uncultured like Yamamoto would notice the mistake. Gokudera peered around to see Yamamoto wearing that same smirk that he had been wearing the night when they had made their bet. “You know what this means, right?” he asked him, Gokudera was mortified he wasn’t sure what the bastard was going to subject him to but he could guess it wasn’t going to be good. “Yeah, yeah I do…can you hurry it up, and just get it over with?” Gokudera asked turning away from him, to think Yamamoto staring at him made him nervous was almost too humiliating to handle.
Gokudera was just about to light another cigarette to calm his nerves when he felt warm breath on his neck, and he turned around to see Yamamoto staring back at him. To say Gokudera was shocked would be an understatement but he was even more shocked to feel a pair of warm lips on his own. This had to be some kind of dream, right? Yamamoto definitely wasn’t kissing him, he was not pressing up against him, he was not forcing his tongue in, and Gokudera certainly wasn’t enjoying it.
But if it was a dream it was a very real one. Yamamoto had wasted no time in trying to get closer to Gokudera as he worked his tongue in a way that made Gokudera wonder where he learned to kiss so well. He wondered why he hadn’t tried to fight back by now, he was just letting the idiot do as he pleased, and the idiot was now starting to groan into his mouth…that was unexpected. Gokudera decided he didn’t have time to worry about how he felt about Yamamoto, or why he was allowing him to do this in the first place there were much more pressing matters at hand, and something was currently pressed up against his thigh.
Gokudera glanced down to see that his suspicions were correct, and that the stupid bastard had indeed gotten hard. “Don’t tell me he gets a hard on from watching me play” Gokudera thought with a blush, and a frown as he realized he would most likely have to help Yamamoto with the current situation. In Yamamoto’s current state he would most likely try to relieve himself in other ways…other ways which Gokudera took no pleasure in thinking about. So Gokudera did the only sensible thing to do…he slipped his hand down Yamamoto’s pants, which earned him another groan, and a very odd feeling to his groin.
Biting his lip he took Yamamoto’s already leaking cock in his hand, and stroked it gently. Using the same care, and consideration he gave the keys of the piano he lightly caressed Yamamoto, and without a second thought he slid his thumb over the head. Yamamoto tensed up then, his mouth still trying to work Gokudera over but not one to be outdone he slid his hand up its length, and pumped him gently.
The way Gokudera was working him was slow, and agonizing, his finger movements were hardly there, and he took it all so slow it was driving Yamamoto crazy with need. Before he knew it he was moaning for Gokudera to go faster otherwise he was going to go insane. Yamamoto really wasn’t expecting for the afternoon to go like this, he had just gone to the music room to hear Gokudera to play the song, and if he messed up he was just going to make him carry his books or something. But when he saw the look on Gokudera’s face as his fingers jumped over the keys he felt something, and then he couldn’t help but imagine those skillful fingers wrapped around him pumping him.
He certainly wasn’t expecting it to actually happen, and now that it was it was almost too much to handle. Yamamoto was getting impatient now, it seemed like Gokudera was trying to torture him now, he was barely touching him, and it was starting to make him wonder if he was trying to get back at him. “Come on Gokudera…I can’t take much more of this” Yamamoto groaned as Gokudera merely smirked at him, and with a few hard pumps Yamamoto finally came. Yamamoto slumped over, feeling spent but satisfied, and Gokudera was slightly embarrassed as he realized what he had just done for the baseball idiot.
When he came back to reality Yamamoto looked over at Gokudera who had used the sheet music to wipe his hand, and was currently sporting a blush as he fumbled for his lighter. Yamamoto only smiled at him Gokudera glanced back at him, and asked in a slightly shaky tone “What is it now?”. “I didn’t think you would actually do it” Yamamoto said with a grin as Gokudera’s face turned an even darker shade of red at the statement. “Well it was either that or have your horny ass try to get in my pants, and I wasn’t ok with that” Gokudera said running feverish fingers through his tousled hair.
“But, what I don’t get is why you decided to jump me all of a sudden” Gokudera said, finally lighting a cigarette. Yamamoto looked slightly embarrassed at the question and just looked away as he said in a small voice “I wasn’t going to do anything at first…but the way you looked was so…”he trailed off, and Gokudera realized what he wanted to say. Putting on his best scowl Gokudera tried to ignore the comment, and said in an annoyed tone “Shut up already! I’ve heard enough of your crap for one day. You don’t need to say anymore”. Yamamoto just grinned at his less than angry response, and hastily zipped up his pants; in the process he asked the question that had been on his mind for a while.
“Hey, Gokudera…why did you drag it out so long?” Gokudera just smirked, as he looked away “Pay back” he said simply. That’s when Yamamoto realized that Gokudera hated to lose even if it was something as simple as a game of Monopoly.
Hope I didn't mess with your brains too badly.But it was just asking to be written.