This is a request fic for Livejournal. The user kaorumetallium (Sorry if I write that wrong) asked for it. Enjoy!
Yamamoto Takeshi is not as stupid as some people think he is.
He's close, but not quite.
So when Gokudera shoves him against the wall of the Sawada's living room (No Sawada's in the living room, of course) and holds a stick of dynamite against his chest, Yamamoto knows he did something wrong, he just doesn't know what.
"You can't play baseball anymore." Gokudera says before Yamamoto can say even one word.
Yamamoto blinks at Gokudera for a long moment before opening his mouth. "What do you-"
Gokudera cuts him off quickly. "And you can't play football either." The bomber pauses for a second and looks thoughtful. "Basketball's OK. So is rugby. No swimming team either." He lets Yamamoto slip out of the pinned position they had been in and tapped the dynamite against his chin.
"Why do you want me to quit baseball?!" Yamamoto demands incredulously and tries not to punch Gokudera in the face (or throw a baseball into his crotch) for suggesting something so unbelieveably stupid. He may be dimwitted, but he's not crazy!
"Hmm? Why do you hafta quit?" Gokudera looks at Yamamoto with a bit of a jump. He'd obviously forgotten Yamamoto's presence. "I thought that would be obvious baseball-freak."
The swordsman raises an eyebrow and taps his foot. He takes anything to do with baseball very seriously.
"Those pants give anyone who wants to look, a perfect view of your ass."
Yamamoto snorts and turns to walk into the hallway. "Only you would find my game pants perverted." He laughs suddenly, back to Oblivious-Takeshi mode. "Imagine, someone looking at my butt cause of a pair of baseball uniform pants."
Gokudera scowls and stomps after Yamamoto, furrowing his brow in an attempt to look tough. "I'm serious baseball freak. I saw that Squalo Varia ass checking you out at the last game the 10th made them go to."
That makes Yamamoto stop dead and turn around so quickly that Gokudera doesn't have time to stop and he crashes into the taller teen's chest. "How can you be sure he was checking me out Gokudera?" He asks jovalily, disbelieveingly and is clearly humoring Gokudera's 'papanoia'. "Maybe he was seeing if I had a proper stance or something.
"Besides Hayato," Yamamoto continues, placing particular imphasis on each sound of Gokudera's given name. "He knows - everyone knows - that I'm yours. Or should I say," He smiles, and wraps his long arms around Gokudera's shoulders. "That you're mine?"
The smokey haired boy gulps and laughs nervously, counting how many steps it would take him to make a break for the door. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Guess I'm just being paranoid. Heh heh heh." Please let him let me go, please let him let me go, please let him let me go... He thinks like a mantra and is relieved when Yamamoto lets him go.
"Don't anywhere, OK?" Yamamoto calls over his shoulder and jogs up the stairs. "I'm getting changed into my baseball uniform."
"Eh?" Gokudera looks up at him in an incrediably uke-ish way, the way that his eyes go really big and confused and his head tilts to the side.
"I think I just found a new kink for us."
Gah, my Yamamoto is so OOC! (gets ready to be shot) Oh well, I think I did an OK Gokudera, right? So review, even if you didn't like it.