Title: Piano
Author: bandanability
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: boy-on-boy, of the fairly light variety. a significant lack of editing.
Prompt: V42. Yamamoto/Gokudera – piano, "Let me give you what you're giving me."
Word count: 467
Notes: Written for khrfest on LJ
Takeshi followed the sound of music.
He had intended to have left a few minutes earlier to meet up with Squalo, but when he got to the car, he'd discovered that the keys were still inside. When he opened the door, he heard the faint sounds of a piano being played. He grabbed the keys off of the table next to the door, and curious, followed the noise to a room in the back of the house, where he knew there was a neglected, ancient piano.
The door was open, and his breath caught in his throat. Gokudera was perched on the piano bench, hands flying across the keys, touching just enough to play out a soft melody, quirky and complicated and absolutely beautiful. Almost unknowingly, Yamamoto made his way to the bench and sat down next to Gokudera, who opened his eyes.
The music stopped abruptly and Hayato turned to glare at Takeshi. "What are you doing here?"
"Keep playing."
"Answer my question."
"I came back to get my keys and heard you playing. You're wonderful."
"Don't you have a psychotic shark to see?"
"Just play a little more, ahaha." He scratched the back of his head. "Please?"
"No."
"I'm not leaving until you do." Takeshi took Gokudera's hands and moved them back to the keys. The italian shook him off.
"Fine." The music began again, a different piece this time, harsher. It matched Hayato's scowl perfectly, notes sharp and quick. It was still gorgeous, and Yamamoto's eyes fell shut as he listened, the sounds flowing through his head, flawlessly executed and laced with emotion. Without thinking, he rested his head on Gokudera's shoulder. The music paused for a second, but quickly resumed with a barely audible huff from the pianist.
They stayed like that for several minutes, a little bubble of calm in f-sharp. The piece ended, leaving off on a single, melancholy note, and they stayed there, Gokudera breathing heavily, Takeshi nearly asleep, both perfectly content.
After a moment, Yamamoto broke the silence. "That was amazing." No reply. "Absolutely perfect."
"It's just a fucking song."
"But it's not. It's like, ahaha, I don't know. It's that kind of perfect that swells up and just takes over and is so good and Gokudera-kun, you made me feel really happy."
"I don't play for you."
"But I can still enjoy it." Without thinking it through, Takeshi reached his hand to pull Gokudera's head down and kissed him softly, once. "I've never felt so alive."
The italian was staring at him, mouth slightly open, his eyes screaming are you completely batshit insane? Yamamoto kissed him again, wrapping his arms around Hayato's neck.
Gokudera pulled back slightly, but didn't disentangle himself. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Returning the favor," Takeshi murmured, and kissed him again.
thoughts?