Sky High
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto, Gokudera)
Rating: NC17
Genre: humor
Summary: Reminiscing can lead to hard-ons.
Prompt: Youth

It took months of pleading, but Hayato has finally agreed to start living with boyfriend of now four years, Takeshi. Well really, Takeshi is moving in with Hayato, as the latter refused to go through the hassle of moving his things and begrudgingly admitted that it would be nice to have the other around 24/7. It is thanks to this development that for the first time in years, Takeshi is cleaning his tiny, studio apartment.

Even with his seemingly boundless energy, it doesn't take long before Takeshi is overwhelmed by all of the boxes and dust and hunger that's nagging at him. Sweaty and exhausted, he takes a seat on the floor smack in the middle of the room, barely visible among all the clutter. As he rests, he grows bored and begins rummaging through the box closest to him, gauging whether or not its contents are worth the trouble of carrying it down flights and flights of stairs to the car he's renting. After burrowing his hand under a few haphazardly wrapped wine glasses, he finds himself grasping something thick and pulls.

It turns out to be a photo album, one of at least a dozen he's filled up over the years of escapades that came about during his introduction to and joining of the Vongola family. The majority of the book is pictures of Tsunayoshi and Hayato, sometimes apart, but most of the time Hayato's face is nearly plastered to Tsunayoshi's in admiration. The last page of the album contains only one picture. Takeshi stares at it briefly before picking it up gingerly and allowing the tiniest of grins to creep on to his face.

It's a Polaroid of himself and Hayato, their faces close in a new intimacy. Yamamoto had taken it sloppily, holding the camera himself and almost making the lens' focus miss them entirely. Hayato's eyes were pretending to take an interest in something off camera, a heavy blush powdering his cheeks. Takeshi remembers that day too well. It was not even a week after their relationship had been blatantly adverted by a third party...

4 Years Prior

Once again, Reborn had brought a handful of the Guardians out to the woods for training with various "instructors." Yamamoto doesn't mind the idea at all, more than happy to do some training out in the wilderness. Gokudera is not the least bit enthused about it. Especially when it is revealed that they'll be out here for weeks and they have to stay in cabins and his roommate is a certain Rain Guardian and honestly this is much too similar to camping for his taste.

A few days in, Yamamoto had been laying on the top bunk of their beds, staring up at the cabin ceiling and daydreaming about nothing in particular when Gokudera storms in with sticks of dynamite still threaded between his fingers.

"How the fuck," the boy asks incredulously, "did you, of all people finish early?" He glares up at the figure that he's sure is Yamamoto, spread out all leisurely like nothing really matters. It pisses him off more and the idiot hasn't even acknowledged him yet.

The ravenhair doesn't change positions; he just smiles behind the cover of the bunk. "Oh hey, Gokudera," he greets casually. "I guess Squalo just got tired of me. Lucky me, huh?" He laughs.

It's got this awful sort of nonchalantness to it, as if it's not incredibly insulting in this context. While it normally would have agitated Gokudera, on this occasion it's absolutely infuriating. Gokudera's hand flies to his breast pocket to retrieve his lighter and he doesn't manage to catch himself until he is a reflex away from thumbing the flintwheel. "Yeah, anyone could get tired of you." It just isn't fair that after three and a half hours, Yamamoto was excused from the whole ordeal for the rest of the day. Meanwhile, the remaining Guardians were forced to spar and run and get all kinds of dinged up.

Yamamoto feels something between complacence and sympathy. "Maa, maa, don't be jealous, Gokudera. I'm sure you'll do better tomorrow." He meant to be teasing, though he's not sure how the other heard it.

He can't take it back, though, and Gokudera takes the bait. Within seconds he's at the top of the ladder, a hand on Yamamoto's collar and the other holding the top rung for balance. "You saying you're better than me, asshole?" he spits. Simply the idea of it stokes his anger and he doesn't wait for a reply. Instead he closes the distance between them, straddling the baseball player with hands now balled into fists as they wrinkle the fabric of his shirt. Gokudera leans in close, their noses nearly touching. "I will blow you fucking sky high, ya got that?"

At this, Yamamoto only grins devilishly. He feels some form of want that he can't discern that Takeshi now recognizes as lust. "Will you, now?" The amusement in his voice is dangerous and taunting. "I wouldn't mind that so much."

Gokudera frowns in confusion, but his expression quickly becomes one of acute disapproval. He'd climbed onto the bed to threaten his enemy, not get felt up. The latter was currently happening; a pair of hands were suddenly massaging him, mapping out the curves of his hips and ass through his worn pants. "I don't know," Gokudera hisses as he shifts atop him uncomfortably, "what the hell you think you're doing, but you have three seconds to stop." And instantly the touch is gone. Yamamoto has his hands up on either side of his head in a show of consent, but he's still smiling, the smug bastard.

Gokudera makes sure to fit Yamamoto with a fresh black eye before climbing off of him and down the ladder. Just for good measure.

The following afternoon Yamamoto ducks just in time to miss a sword-gone-projectile headed for his neck. Unfortunately, there is nothing he can do to deter the assault on his ears seconds later.

"Hey baseball brat!" Squalo screams at him, though they're only ten feet away from each other. "The hell's the matter with you?"

Yamamoto stands up, stretching. He figures his teacher must be in the mood for another rant and decides it's best to say nothing lest he earn a couple more lacerations.

Silence is the one kind of response that Squalo doesn't take. "Voi! Answer me!"

Yamamoto shrugs and squints at him with a hand perched at his forehead as a makeshift visor from the sun. "Dunno. Just feelin' a bit out of it, I guess."

Squalo throws his hands up into the air, gesturing wildly. "You need to get the hell back in it, then! Quit daydreaming! Baseball season is over!"

Then Yamamoto opens his mouth to deliver a quip but he's cut off by a very recognizable voice. "Christ, will you shut up?" It's not Squalo being unnecessarily loud now, but Gokudera. He's standing a fair bit away from the swordsmen, between them and creating a sort of invisible triangle.

It's too late to stop Yamamoto from donning the face of an overexcited child at the sight of the silveret. "Oh hi, Gokudera!" His greeting is one of genuine, pleasant surprise, even as he gingerly touches his eye that's almost bruised shut.

Gokudera ignores him and keeps his eyes trained on the Shark as he speaks. "Think you could bring it down a few hundred decibels? They can hear you all the way in the Armstrong Nebula and I doubt they appreciate it."

But Squalo's gaze is set on the other swordsman. "Why are you looking at him like that? All excited and shit..." The pause that follows brings a fresh paint of rage to Squalo's features. "You're still sleeping together?"

Gokudera exclaims, "what 'still'?" but the Varia captain continues. "What ever happened to 'hit it and quit it'? No wonder your expression's all dreamy!" He sighs dramatically and takes a few steps closer to the boys. He points at Yamamoto. "You need to get your shit together. And you," now his finger targets the Storm, "need to get back to opening your damn legs so he can stop having wet dreams in the middle of training!"

Now Gokudera is sputtering, face flushed. It's mostly just from the man's colorful complaints, but also from the fact that Yamamoto's lips are curved the wrong way down. "I can't believe you just said that."

"I can't believe you're such a cockblocker," comes Squalo's counter without missing a beat.

Yamamoto's lips seemed to be glued in one position. It's not helping Gokudera any and it's obvious that it's taking every once of the latter's willpower to keep from just bolting out of the situation. "Cockblo—Seriously? Like I care!" His hands fly up, mirroring what Squalo did only moments ago. "Fuck Yamamoto's cock!"

"That is exactly what he needs!" Squalo stomps, making a rather comical spectacle of himself.

All this sudden talk about the state of his genitals makes Yamamoto interject. "Maa, maa. Maybe we should just—"

The next thing he knows, Yamamoto is on his back surrounded by displaced earth and he's not sure if the haze he's seeing is in sky or just in his head. Something's burning and Squalo is somewhere nearby, presumably in the same predicament as he is now shooting a seemingly endless stream of curses and profanities in what he can only assume is the direction they were were just blown from.

An awful headache is coming on now and Yamamoto closes his eyes painfully. "He really wasn't kidding about sky high."

Hours later, Yamamoto returns to the cabin looking grimy and missing several parts of his clothes. Even now, he's smiling weakly at Gokudera, who's sitting on his bunk with his elbows resting on his knees.

The smile is returned with the expected scowl. "I'm not sorry," is all the silveret says.

"What, about this?" Yamamoto lifts what's left of his shirt to reveal nasty burn on the side of his abdomen. "It's no trouble at all." He's only half sarcastic, despite the pain. It makes the Storm scoff and roll his eyes. "Have you given it any thought? I mean, about—"

"There is abso-fucking-lutely no way I'm sleep with you. Again."

Yamamoto chuckles and crosses the space between them in a few strides. He takes a seat next to Gokudera and assumes the same position, pretending that he doesn't hear the sigh of exasperation that comes with it. "I don't remember you complaining before."

Actually, Gokudera deplored everything the entire time he was on his back with a certain someone taking up the space between his legs. He had a problem with the location (his own dilapidated, rat-hole apartment), the foreplay (or lack thereof), the "ambiance" (his favorite music books were spread out beneath him in a makeshift blanket; Mozart's work deserved much better treatment, he thinks), the grip on his thighs (if baseball players wear gloves, why do they have so many callouses?), and of course, his partner (Stupid Fucking Useless Douchebag Baseball Idiot).

This is all irrelevant as far as Gokudera is concerned. "Do you ever stop talking?" There's a hand creeping up his thigh and warm breath in his ear giving him gooseflesh and he doesn't like it one bit.

"I'd be willing to do something else if you're not in the mood to talk~"

Takeshi only becomes painfully aware of the stiffness in his pants when his phone begins to vibrate only inches away from the erection in question. Of course, the person who's been co-starring in his erotic dreams for years would be the one to cut his reminiscing of one short.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hayato's attempting to sound annoyed, but Takeshi easily recognizes it as poorly concealed longing.

"Patience, Hayato," he coos as he nurses his cock, fingers so deft that he barely noticed himself when his fingers worked their way through his jeans and boxers. "Patience," he says again, more for himself though because it seems like his fingers are intent on bringing him to climax as soon as possible.

"Hey. Hey, I know that tone! Stop jacking off!"

A/N: Since intimate relationships don't just pop into existence, I refer to the boys they way they would refer to each other based on their closeness at the time. So Takeshi/Hayato = TYL and Yamamoto/Gokudera = flashback (the "4 years prior" time). And as much as I try to be sparing with profanity in my work, I think that the farther back in time you go, the more volatile their relationship is simply because darling little 'Dera is abrasive and tactless (which is not horribly surprising). Squalo, of course, needs no excuse. 8D He's just like that.

Finally finished this! Spring semester of uni just started, so I can't update as frequently as I'd like to. I really appreciate everyone's patience~ Thank you all for putting this on your alert list! It's really encouraging. ^^

Thanks for reading!