Proposal [KHR, 8059]
Title: Proposal
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 8059 [YamaGoku]
Rating: PG-13 for Gokudera's mouth and hints at sexuality
Summary: Yamamoto liked Gokudera. Gokudera liked poetry. What better way to pop an important question than a poem?
Notes: Tricks has written 8059. I know, the world is ending. Not necessarily because I don't like it - it's grown on me due to amazing friends - but it's difficult for me to write. BUT. This is for my darling genkitozuku, and for her I can do anything! I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR PRESENT, DARLING. ♥
"What are you reading today?"
"Can't read it for yourself?" Gokudera mutters, pushing his glasses up a little. But after a moment, he adds, "It's poetry, dumbass. You do know what that is, right?"
Yamamoto smiles. He's long since stopped noticing Gokudera's sniping. (Not that he ever really did, anyway.) "I didn't know you liked poetry."
"Well, I do." Gokudera turns a page.
"I read that book you mentioned. Watership Down."
"Good for you."
"It was pretty good! I didn't know rabbits could have it so rough, haha. Though Hazel reminded me of Tsuna a little." Yamamoto smiles.
Gokudera's eyes glance up to him over the book's pages. "I'm surprised you understood half of that. Considering it was in English."
"Well, I did have to look up some words," Yamamoto laughs sheepishly. A lot of words, but hey, Gokudera doesn't need to know that. "But I've gotten a lot better!"
"Uh-huh." Gokudera looks back down to his poetry. "When the hell did you start getting intelligent? Can I start looking for airborne pigs?"
Yamamoto leans over the book, smiling down at Gokudera. "Since I started finding it really sexy on you. Can you fault me for wanting to be sexy too?"
"You're an idiot," Gokudera snorts, but there's the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don't you have to get to work? I'll kick your ass if you hold the Tenth up."
"Ah, right! My place or yours tonight?"
"Here's fine. It's my day off, I don't feel like going anywhere."
"All right!" Yamamoto waves and heads off, smiling to himself.
--
He's looking through different kinds of poetry when the thought strikes him that they're still living in different places. And that isn't a good thing. Admittedly it took years for Gokudera to warm up to him enough for Yamamoto to ask him out, but they've been going steady for a few years now. They practically live at each other's places anyway, so why haven't they moved in together yet?
But Yamamoto doesn't have a handy way to ask Gokudera that, and his lover does still have to be handled with some delicacy in these situations. So he sighs, and looks through more poetry.
And then his eyes alight on a particular poem, and he gets an idea.
--
"Here," Gokudera says a week later, shoving a book at him. "Pride and Prejudice. I figured a sap like you would like it."
Yamamoto smiles warmly. "Thanks! I'll read it as soon as I get a chance."
"What the hell are you working so hard on, anyway? I don't think I've ever seen you this focused on something. I should really start looking out for the flying pigs, shouldn't I." Gokudera leans over his shoulder to look at the papers spread out in front of him.
"Ah!" Yamamoto covers them quickly. "You can't look. Sorry."
"Why the fuck not?" Gokudera replies, but there's no anger in his voice, and he backs off.
--
This sets a precedent for the month to come. Yamamoto will finish a book and tell Gokudera what he thought of it, Gokudera will hand him another one and ask again what Yamamoto is working on. Yamamoto never tells him, and as the days progress Gokudera frowns more, snaps more, looks more worried.
Yamamoto feels a little bad, but he's caught up in his work. Researching, checking back, working, making sure everything is just right. The going is slow - he's not used to poetry - but he's getting better, a lot better, and he works hard to make sure everything is perfect. Gokudera deserves that.
--
Finally, about a month after he started, he plops a poem into Gokudera's lap.
"What the hell is this?" Gokudera demands, looking up at him accusingly.
"Read it," Yamamoto replies, all smiles as he leans on a nearby convenient piece of furniture. "Take your time."
Gokudera looks as though he wants to protest, but he just sighs, looks back down to the poem, and starts to read.
It's several minutes (and a lot of glasses of water - Yamamoto's trying to calm himself down with mixed success, this is a pretty big thing after all) later that Gokudera says "Hey. Baseball idiot."
"Mmm?" Yamamoto gulps down his last glass and heads back over.
Gokudera hits him. "If you wanted to move in together, you could have just asked. You didn't have to write me a fucking epithalamion or whatever. And anyway, that's supposed to be a marriage poem."
Yamamoto grins. "But it was more fun this way, and I thought you'd like it better. Is that a yes?"
"Fuck you." And Gokudera grabs his tie, jerks him down for a heated kiss, and Yamamoto's kind of forgotten how to think but that's okay because he has the feeling Gokudera is very pleased with his present.
"Is that an offer?" is all he can manage to say when Gokudera releases him.
"Oh, hell." And Gokudera shoves him down onto the couch, climbing on top of him.
--
Two months later, when they finally finish moving into their new home, Gokudera hands Yamamoto another poem.
"What's this?" Yamamoto asks curiously.
"You may have proposed, but hell if I'm going to be the girl in this relationship," Gokudera snaps.
Yamamoto smiles.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 8059 [YamaGoku]
Rating: PG-13 for Gokudera's mouth and hints at sexuality
Summary: Yamamoto liked Gokudera. Gokudera liked poetry. What better way to pop an important question than a poem?
Notes: Tricks has written 8059. I know, the world is ending. Not necessarily because I don't like it - it's grown on me due to amazing friends - but it's difficult for me to write. BUT. This is for my darling genkitozuku, and for her I can do anything! I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR PRESENT, DARLING. ♥
"What are you reading today?"
"Can't read it for yourself?" Gokudera mutters, pushing his glasses up a little. But after a moment, he adds, "It's poetry, dumbass. You do know what that is, right?"
Yamamoto smiles. He's long since stopped noticing Gokudera's sniping. (Not that he ever really did, anyway.) "I didn't know you liked poetry."
"Well, I do." Gokudera turns a page.
"I read that book you mentioned. Watership Down."
"Good for you."
"It was pretty good! I didn't know rabbits could have it so rough, haha. Though Hazel reminded me of Tsuna a little." Yamamoto smiles.
Gokudera's eyes glance up to him over the book's pages. "I'm surprised you understood half of that. Considering it was in English."
"Well, I did have to look up some words," Yamamoto laughs sheepishly. A lot of words, but hey, Gokudera doesn't need to know that. "But I've gotten a lot better!"
"Uh-huh." Gokudera looks back down to his poetry. "When the hell did you start getting intelligent? Can I start looking for airborne pigs?"
Yamamoto leans over the book, smiling down at Gokudera. "Since I started finding it really sexy on you. Can you fault me for wanting to be sexy too?"
"You're an idiot," Gokudera snorts, but there's the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don't you have to get to work? I'll kick your ass if you hold the Tenth up."
"Ah, right! My place or yours tonight?"
"Here's fine. It's my day off, I don't feel like going anywhere."
"All right!" Yamamoto waves and heads off, smiling to himself.
--
He's looking through different kinds of poetry when the thought strikes him that they're still living in different places. And that isn't a good thing. Admittedly it took years for Gokudera to warm up to him enough for Yamamoto to ask him out, but they've been going steady for a few years now. They practically live at each other's places anyway, so why haven't they moved in together yet?
But Yamamoto doesn't have a handy way to ask Gokudera that, and his lover does still have to be handled with some delicacy in these situations. So he sighs, and looks through more poetry.
And then his eyes alight on a particular poem, and he gets an idea.
--
"Here," Gokudera says a week later, shoving a book at him. "Pride and Prejudice. I figured a sap like you would like it."
Yamamoto smiles warmly. "Thanks! I'll read it as soon as I get a chance."
"What the hell are you working so hard on, anyway? I don't think I've ever seen you this focused on something. I should really start looking out for the flying pigs, shouldn't I." Gokudera leans over his shoulder to look at the papers spread out in front of him.
"Ah!" Yamamoto covers them quickly. "You can't look. Sorry."
"Why the fuck not?" Gokudera replies, but there's no anger in his voice, and he backs off.
--
This sets a precedent for the month to come. Yamamoto will finish a book and tell Gokudera what he thought of it, Gokudera will hand him another one and ask again what Yamamoto is working on. Yamamoto never tells him, and as the days progress Gokudera frowns more, snaps more, looks more worried.
Yamamoto feels a little bad, but he's caught up in his work. Researching, checking back, working, making sure everything is just right. The going is slow - he's not used to poetry - but he's getting better, a lot better, and he works hard to make sure everything is perfect. Gokudera deserves that.
--
Finally, about a month after he started, he plops a poem into Gokudera's lap.
"What the hell is this?" Gokudera demands, looking up at him accusingly.
"Read it," Yamamoto replies, all smiles as he leans on a nearby convenient piece of furniture. "Take your time."
Gokudera looks as though he wants to protest, but he just sighs, looks back down to the poem, and starts to read.
It's several minutes (and a lot of glasses of water - Yamamoto's trying to calm himself down with mixed success, this is a pretty big thing after all) later that Gokudera says "Hey. Baseball idiot."
"Mmm?" Yamamoto gulps down his last glass and heads back over.
Gokudera hits him. "If you wanted to move in together, you could have just asked. You didn't have to write me a fucking epithalamion or whatever. And anyway, that's supposed to be a marriage poem."
Yamamoto grins. "But it was more fun this way, and I thought you'd like it better. Is that a yes?"
"Fuck you." And Gokudera grabs his tie, jerks him down for a heated kiss, and Yamamoto's kind of forgotten how to think but that's okay because he has the feeling Gokudera is very pleased with his present.
"Is that an offer?" is all he can manage to say when Gokudera releases him.
"Oh, hell." And Gokudera shoves him down onto the couch, climbing on top of him.
--
Two months later, when they finally finish moving into their new home, Gokudera hands Yamamoto another poem.
"What's this?" Yamamoto asks curiously.
"You may have proposed, but hell if I'm going to be the girl in this relationship," Gokudera snaps.
Yamamoto smiles.