Diffusing the Bomb

by AdaraLove

Gokudera can't stop thinking of Yamamoto lately, and it's driving him crazy! When a night of studying turns in an unexpected way, both boys are left at the mercy of their feelings. Misunderstandings abound as both of the boys try to figure out what they mean to the other and what the future has in store for them.

3. Chapter 3

A/N: Alright, here's the next chapter guys! Thank you for all that reviewed and favorited! They really mean a lot guys! But just remember that Éthelwyn and I will not upload the next chapter unless we get one review for the last chapter we uploaded. Even though we are thankful for the people that favorite the story and state they are following it, we don't know if you guys are still continuing to read the latest chapters! The only way we can truly know that there are people interested in the story still is if we receive reviews! It only takes one for us to continue, so that's not asking for a lot guys! But please, even if we get the one review quota, please don't refrain from reviewing! We really want to know what you guys think, even if it's just a few words saying the chapter was good.

Now for a few words from my writing partner:

Hi there! This time it's Éthelwyn talking, the other half of this little RP-Project. I really wanted to thank those two of you complimenting my English skills. Without AdaraLove polishing up my grammar, it wouldn't look quite so good, but sincerely thanks! ^_^ Thanks also to our third reviewer, of course, and anyone following and faving!

This chapter is getting even more mature and lemony as the two of them try to pick up where they left off before a little storm kitten interfered.

I hope you'll enjoy reading this chapter as much as we enjoyed writing it. Have fun!

Like Ethelwyn said, this chapter is rated M for mature, and has more details and content then the last chapter. Also, even though we really won't do true reversal rolls for the boys in this story, we do hint at 5980 in this story too, so hopefully you guys aren't uncomfortable with that. I think Dera is feisty enough to top when he wants too, and Yama can be such a submissive puppy dog XD

Anyways, that's all for the author's note that I hope you guys read! I hope you enjoy the next chapter! =)

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When the feisty Italian actually yelled in his face and called him a baseball-freak, Yamamoto could only blink at the other stupidly in shock. Gokudera had taken a complete 360 degree turn from how he had been acting previously. It was here that the young jock fully came to terms with the word tsundere. He just thought he'd never be on the receiving end of it from Gokudera.

Yamamoto could only raise his eyebrows incredulously as he then witnessed Gokudera actually hiss towards his cat before he turned to yell at him some more. And before the baseball player knew it, he was being forcibly dragged by his hand and into Gokudera's bedroom at Mach speed. Once the door slammed shut behind them, and Gokudera gave a little victory cry at outsmarting Uri, Yamamoto finally understood what the other had been trying to do. And once Gokudera shyly let go of his hand and tried to explain his outrageous behavior, Yamamoto understood even more. After all, Uri had proven to be very intelligent and calculating in the past. Even with that knowledge, though, it was taking every ounce of the taller teen's control to not laugh hysterically at the funny situation, or coo at how Gokudera was so adorable. It was probably because his body seemed to still be in shock and confused on what emotional direction to take that Yamamoto, in the end, did neither.

The confusion that Yamamoto felt at the moment immediately went away though when he saw Gokudera turn to face him again, his eyes begging and his lips stuttering with uncertainty. As the jock finally realized where they were, and the significance of the moment, a heated blush spread across his cheeks. He understood why Gokudera was so nervous, and he knew that the other was asking him to put his fears to rest. But how could he when he was nervous as well?

Going with his go-with-the-flow mentality, and pushing his own fears to the side, Yamamoto wrapped his arms around his little bomber; a sincere smile on his face.

"We don't have to do anything more if you don't want to, Gokudera," Yamamoto muttered softly as he brought up a hand to stroke the other's cheek affectionately. "In all honesty, I'm a little unsure of myself too. But we don't have to…go all the way. I don't think either of us is ready for that yet…"

Thinking over his next words carefully, and with his eyes burning with passion, Yamamoto stared deeply into Gokudera's eyes once again. To him, this action would never get old. He could stare into the other's beautiful green eyes for hours.

"But that doesn't change the fact that I…I want to share myself with you," The raven-haired teen continued, the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent. "I know it sounds selfish, but I want to see all of you Gokudera. I want to find out what makes you feel good. But I will push those thoughts away if you don't want to continue where we left off. I will understand."

When the strong arms wrapped around him once again, the smaller bomber relaxed just a little. It was the smile that was fighting back his rising apprehension; like the warm sun was driving back cold shadows. Gokudera leaned into the gentle stroking of his cheek. Very slightly, he shook his head. He was definitely not ready for 'all the way'.

But his heart sped up at the intense gaze in Yamamoto's hazel orbs. Again blood flooded down when he heard the other's wishes. The blush that shone even through the tanned skin, made Gokudera feel more secure, ironically. Knowing that his friend was nervous, too, helped calm his own nerves. Again he shook his head. "Don't... please don't push those thought's away", he answered softly.

Lifting his hands to gently stroke Yamamoto's sides and chest, Gokudera almost whispered; his cheeks glowing once more. "I...I want to see you, too. I...I want to touch you...feel you...all...all over." Keeping his gaze locked with the Rain Guardian's, he let his hands drop again to grip the hem of his shirt and pull it up. Only when the shirt had reached his head did he break eye contact. Letting the fabric just drop, Gokudera reached out once more, burying his hand in Yamamoto's hair and pulling him in for a kiss, leaving his mouth open in silent invitation.

Yamamoto swore he had never heard anything more beautiful than the words that Gokudera had just uttered to him. The taller teen's breath caught in his throat as he stared intently into those piercing green eyes, knowing full well what the other was doing as he gently stroked his chest and started reaching for the hem of his shirt. Yamamoto shuddered in anticipation as he finally saw the other's shirt lifted over his head and discarded to the floor beside them. The dark-haired teen swallowed audibly as his eyes roved hungrily over the beautiful ivory skin of the bomber's, taking in the taunt muscles. Before Yamamoto could look too long though, he felt those familiar piano fingers tangle in his hair again to bring him into another open mouthed kiss. Yamamoto moaned in anticipation as he took Gokudera's invitation and slid his tongue into the other's awaiting cavern. He took his time exploring the feisty Italian's mouth again, loving the flavors that hit his taste buds as their tongues tangled passionately once again. Yamamoto swore he had never felt anything so right.

With Gokudera's chest now fully on display for him, the young athlete didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Gently sliding a hand up the smaller teen's side to the other's chest, Yamamoto hesitantly brushed the little bomber's nipple, like he had done for him a couple of minutes ago, before he took it between his thumb and forefinger and gently tweaked it back and forth. While that was going on, the jock's other hand moved down to squeeze the globe of Gokudera's butt; kneading the clothed flesh gently. Yamamoto then broke his kiss with his feisty bomber and started kissing trails down to his chest, where he began to lick and suck on the other's nipple that wasn't occupied by his hand. This only lasted for a bit though, since Yamamoto began to notice how tired he was getting with standing. Having a feeling that Gokudera was probably feeling the same way, the taller teen stopped his ministrations to peer questioningly into the other's eyes.

"Do you want to start moving towards the bed?" Yamamoto hesitantly asked with a blush tainting his cheeks. He actually wondered if the blush from before had even gone away in the first place.

As soon as the jock's tongue slipped into his mouth again, Gokudera felt a shiver run down his spine. This time he didn't wait meekly, but greeted the moist muscle with his own, playing and dancing around it. Damn, it felt so good! But it could get better, he learned just a moment later, when Yamamoto brushed his nipple. A yearning moan drowned in the passion of their kiss. Arching his back, the smaller bomber tried to offer his chest for more, which he got.

Small whimpering sounds escaped him, when his hard peak was rolled, followed by a gasp as Yamamoto possessively grabbed his butt. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! This was so good! Even his boxers couldn't save him anymore, as he was so hard by now that it seemed his skin itself was too tight. A slight mewl escaped Gokudera when their kiss ended, only to be replaced by lustful moans as tongue and mouth tortured his nipple. As the little bomber had to concentrate very hard just on keeping his knees steady to be able to stand, he breathed a little sigh of relief for the short respite. Nodding, he reached for Yamamoto's hand. It might have been corny, but he couldn't help but weave their fingers. "Yeah... I'd like that," he whispered, pulling the other one along much more gently then before.

Reaching the bed, Gokudera sat down, his free hand once again tangling in Yamamoto's thick hair. Pulling the jock in for another kiss, he leaned back at the same time, effectively making the jock lie on top of him. As he felt the hot, bare chest touch his, Gokudera moaned deeply, raising his hips in sheer desire as he pressed into Yamamoto to try and find friction.

Not expecting such a sweet answer from his little bomber, Yamamoto's whole body filled with affectionate warmth as Gokudera gently took his hand and started leading them towards the bed. And as the other sat down, his fingers tangling into Yamamoto's hair to bring him into another kiss, the young jock swore he had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Gokudera then. He wanted to share himself with the other; to make love to him. Even though Yamamoto knew they couldn't exactly go that far just yet, the able swordsman was more than ready to shower the other with all the affection and desire he had for him. So when Gokudera lent back to lay fully on the bed, and when Yamamoto effectively lay on top of him—their tongues wrestling together in a fiery frenzy as the bare skin on their chests finally touched—Yamamoto became very aware of the fact that his lower half was really beginning to hurt due to the constraints of his pants and boxer-briefs. This fact only worsened when Gokudera started pressing his clothed erection to his again.

A deep, strangled moan emanated from the taller teen's mouth as the temperature of his body seemed to skyrocket. Yamamoto could feel the warmth of the other's chest and feel Gokudera heart beat erratically against him, his tongue practically felt on fire due their heated kiss, and the friction that coursed below him as he started to slowly rub their swollen members together was almost too much for Yamamoto to take. Hating the restraints on his lower half as the pain he felt began to escalate with the pleasure, Yamamoto reluctantly broke off his kiss with Gokudera and stood back up again, effectively leaving his body feeling cold from the lack of heat.

"Sorry, Gokudera," the tall athlete whispered out huskily as he tried to catch his breath from his previous actions. "I just couldn't take it anymore."

And without considering how self-conscious he should be at the moment due to his deep desire, Yamamoto fumbled with the belt to his pants before easily slipping his jeans off. The denim fabric fell to the floor to leave the well-toned athlete standing there in only his blue boxer-briefs; the material still feeling constrained around the taller teen's hard member.

With a little wriggling, Gokudera had aligned them perfectly; rubbing his yearning member against Yamamoto's hard bulge. Their tongues were dancing ever more wildly. The jock's body was emanating a growing heat that threatened to burn the Storm Guardian. At the moment, he couldn't think of a better way to go down.

But then, abruptly, everything was over. Yamamoto withdrew not only from the kiss, but from him altogether. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Gokudera first looked at the other one questioningly, which rapidly turned to hurt. What had he done wrong? Was he so bad? Granted, he had no experience, but fuck, that damned Baseball-Freak seemed to have enjoyed it anyways! Just as Gokudera's hands balled into fist, and fury wanted to rise from his stomach, Yamamoto dropped his pants. For a second there, the smaller bomber couldn't do anything but stare, his mouth half open in preparation for the big rant that was already drowned out by the rising waves of desire.

As Gokudera took in Yamamoto in all his lithe, muscular, tanned glory, he breathed an admiring, "Fuck..." His heart was beating faster again, his breath coming in ragged pants when his eyes fixed on the very obvious bulge in the tight boxer briefs and the darker spot indicating moisture. Sitting up again, the silver-haired Italian finally tore his gaze from Yamamoto's incredibly sexy body to look at his face.

Cheeks blushing heavily once again, he softly said, "That looks painful...ma-maybe you should lose those, too...?" Feeling a bit like a lecherous voyeur, Gokudera's hands began to fumble with his own belt. "Maybe I sh-should, too..."

A heavy blush marred the young jock's cheeks when he heard Gokudera swear under his breath, the smaller teen's eyes filling with desire and admiration. The other's stare brought Yamamoto back down to Earth; the tall athlete fully realizing just what he had done and how he was displaying himself before Gokudera. Yamamoto fidgeted back and forth in self-consciousness. He was grateful for the looks that Gokudera was giving him; in fact, they were making his stomach do somersaults, and his heart was beginning to beat faster out of excitement. But it was also because the feisty bomber was looking at him so lustfully that Yamamoto started to feel shy. That feeling only escalated when Gokudera made the suggestion to lose his underwear.

If it was possible, Yamamoto's blush grew ten shades darker as he tried to imagine himself completely bare before the young man he loved. He had dreamed of sharing this moment with the other for so long, but actually being there before the other's bed, with his tight boxer-briefs the only thing barely covering his modesty, he couldn't really blame himself for being nervous. But still, Gokudera had made a point. The fabric around his waist was way too tight, and had been for the last couple of minutes ever since they were on the couch.

Hoping that Gokudera would like what he saw after he removed his undergarments as well, Yamamoto gained a little more confidence as his thumbs hooked around the hem of his underwear.

But the next words that came out of the silver-haired teen's mouth stopped Yamamoto in his tracks. His hazel eyes widened in surprise and anticipation as he witness the other start to fumble with his belt. Yamamoto swallowed heavily as he waited for the sight that would greet him.

While the jock was a little hesitant now, Gokudera had opened his belt. Looking into the hazel eyes, he opened first the button, then the zipper. The little Italian felt Yamamoto's gaze on his body only too heavily. When he lifted his butt to pull the pants down, Gokudera was suddenly very aware which boxers he wore that day. He halted in his actions, his blush turning a new shade of crimson again.

Looking at his own opened fly, then looking up again at Yamamoto, the little bomber felt at least as self-conscious as the other did, only for different reasons. He bit his lower lip. There was nothing he could do about it now. He wanted to see more of Yamamoto, so he had to show more of himself too, right? Maybe...maybe if he lost his clothes fast, the jock wouldn't notice? Gokudera decided this was the way he would go. Lifting his hips again, he stripped off his pants in one swift motion, letting it fall near the bed. Sitting up again fast, the silver-haired bomber tried to hide the design of his boxers with his arms crossed over his lap. Why did he have to wear those today?

Hungry eyes stared longingly towards the feisty Italian on the bed. Yamamoto felt the time go by agonizingly slow as he watched Gokudera first undo his belt, then the button to his cargo pants, and then the zipper. His feeling of need only intensified as Gokudera stared intently at him as he did this; the results of the smaller teen's actions now visible to see through his open fly. Yamamoto could feel his heart skip a beat as he saw a flash of red through the zipper. He really wanted to see Gokudera in only his boxers!

But before the swordsman could get too excited, he noticed how Gokudera hesitated. The smaller teen was looking apprehensively between his pants and then back towards Yamamoto as he bit his lower lip. Was Gokudera trying to think of a way to not strip? Did he not want to do this?

Feeling a little let down, but not wanting to push Gokudera beyond his limit, Yamamoto opened his mouth to tell him he didn't have to, but stopped in shock. In record time, right before his eyes, Gokudera slipped his pants off and covered his boxers as best as he could. It was as if the other didn't want Yamamoto to see them.

Of course, that only made the happy-go-lucky jock even more interested.

In a flash, Yamamoto grabbed the little bomber's hands just when the other teen began to try and remove his boxers without being seen.

"W-Wait, Gokudera!" Yamamoto shouted out in a flustered state as he tried to gently pry the other's hands off his boxers. "Why are you trying to hide them from me? I showed you mine, right? So why can't I see…"

It was here that Yamamoto was finally able to tear Gokudera's hands from his boxers. The young jock seriously wasn't prepared for what his eyes beheld. All he could do was blink down at the other's choice of underwear in an unbelieving fashion.

Gokudera Hayato was wearing red boxers with dynamite sticks printed on them.

The taller teen just blinked a couple more times as this fact sunk in, but when it finally did, he couldn't stop the amused laughter that left his throat.

"Hahaha! Even your boxers have fireworks on them? They match your chopsticks!" Yamamoto laughed out joyfully, his nervousness quickly washing away to be replaced by his amusement. "They're so cute~! They're perfect for you, Gokudera! Haha!"

Before he could let Gokudera respond, Yamamoto quickly laid a chaste kiss to the other's forehead. From there, the tall jock leaned his forehead against Gokudera's own as well; his eyes shining with mirth and affection.

"You're so adorable…" The Vongola Rain Guardian whispered out as he stared deeply into the other's eyes before he averted them down towards the boxers again. "Don't be shy, Gokudera. I think they look amazing on you."

And as if to just prove his point, Yamamoto's hand went down to gently fondle the evident bulge in Gokudera's boxers.

"You're amazing, Gokudera…" The young jock whispered breathlessly as if he was talking to himself; the hazel eyes staring transfixed at the bulge against his palm. He couldn't wait to see Gokudera in all of his glory.

The taller teen rubbed his hand against the other's clothed erection a few more times before he stopped, his eyes finally meeting the other's again.

"Um…" Yamamoto started slowly as he removed his hand from the other, a shy blush coming to his cheeks despite the confident look in his eyes. "How about we both completely strip down at the same time? That way, we won't feel too nervous while the other is watching. Does that sound okay?"

Arms crossed, Gokudera had tried to hide the design of his boxers, while stripping them as fast as possible at the same time. Only the damn Baseball-Idiot wouldn't let him! Looking at his caught hands, the silver-haired Italian felt trapped. Stubborn, he struggled against the pull of Yamamoto's hands without giving an answer to the other's questions. What was he supposed to say? 'You shouldn't see me like this? I want to look hot for you, not...weird.'

Of course, the stupid-ass jock was too damn stubborn to give up; finally prying his hands off. Gokudera looked down, letting his bangs hide his face. He wasn't ashamed of his choice of underwear, but he really wouldn't have wanted to be seen in them by Yamamoto; not tonight.

When that laughter bubbled out of the jock, Gokudera felt a stab of pain to his gut. And that was that. Yamamoto had looked so hot in his skin tight boxer-briefs, he had practically drooled over him. And he? He was a damn laughing stock.

"They're not fireworks, they're dynamite, idiot," he muttered, still hiding his face. Why did such things always have to happen to him? Why couldn't he luck out just once? The frustrated disappointment was so deep, not even his default feeling, anger, could overcome it.

…Cute? Like cuddly? Gokudera looked up again, only to be met by a gentle kiss to his forehead. Next thing he knew, the hazel orbs that so easily caught and mesmerized him were right before his. His breath hitched. Still unsure, Gokudera searched those eyes after the sweet words. He just wasn't used to being praised in any way. And then a deep moan left his lips. A shudder went through his whole body.

Yamamoto's hand felt like heaven and hell at the same time. It was the best feeling ever; too good to be allowed. His hard member was twitching under the touch, a big drop of yearning pooling at the top. It was a whimper that escaped him when the hand stopped it's deliciously sexy actions. It took Gokudera a moment to get his eyes to focus, and his brain to process the information his ears took in.

"Y-yeah, it...it does," his answer was almost a breathless whisper as he nodded his consent. The smaller teen's hands went back to his boxers, hooking his fingers under the waistband. He was locking his gaze with Yamamoto. It was another tiny nod that made them both strip at the same time. Gokudera let the fabric drop, his gaze still locked with the other's. His heart was beating incredibly fast as the curiosity built until he was about to burst, his eyes burning as he didn't dare to even blink. He wanted to look so bad! But at the same time, he did not dare to be the first to break their eye contact.

Relief flooded Yamamoto's being as he noticed how Gokudera wasn't upset by his laughter and his suggestion. He really couldn't stop that part of himself; the part that laughed, that is. It was basically his default reaction to everything; a part of his very nature. One of these days, Yamamoto hoped that Gokudera would be able to see that his laughs weren't meant to insult him, and that he'd be able to figure out the different meanings behind his different laughs. Until then, the taller teen knew he would have to tread lightly, and try not to laugh around Gokudera as much; especially when it concerned the bomber himself. After all, if Gokudera was willing to try and change himself for Yamamoto, it was only fair that Yamamoto should try to do the same.

Those thoughts aside though, the young athlete bestowed another affectionate smile on his beloved Italian as he agreed to strip at the same time. With a little nod of encouragement, and with both sets of eyes dead set on the other's, Yamamoto hooked his thumbs around the hem of his boxer-briefs again and pulled them down in one swift motion. The taller teen swallowed heavily as he heard two separate pieces of fabric hit the floor beside the bed. He could see the struggle in Gokudera's eyes then; the struggle that was reflected in his very own eyes. Yamamoto wanted to turn his gaze away from the other's fiery green orbs, to drink in the other's image, but yet he was afraid to be the first to break it too.

In the end though, Yamamoto's curiosity got the better of him. Ever so slowly, he let his eyes stray from Gokudera's, memorizing every little detail about the other's body that he saw. Moonlight was shining through a nearby window and falling onto the bed, setting Gokudera's hair and skin aglow. The little Italian looked so ethereal with his hair and skin practically glowing white, accentuating every curve and muscle on the Italian's lithe body. And as Yamamoto's eyes roamed even more, his eyes finally beheld what he had been searching for, his eyes widening in the process.

There standing in complete attention was the other's erection; rosy red and dripping with pre-cum. Yamamoto could feel his own twitch in desire as he stared transfixed by the other. The taller teen's eyes widened even more when he realized the curls above the other's swollen member were also silver in color, matching the Italian's unique colored hair.

"Beautiful..." Yamamoto whispered out unconsciously as his eyes continued to rove over the other's exquisite body over and over again, not getting enough. He never wanted to touch the other one so much in his life.

As soon as Yamamoto broke eye contact, Gokudera's eyes roamed the exquisite body before him. Even in all his curiosity, his gaze only dropped slowly, feasting on the well-toned muscles, and the firm, defined abdomen. When his eyes reached the dark locks, Gokudera's breath hitched. Yamamoto stood proud and tall in every sense of the word. As he drank in the sight of the red, swollen length, it twitched, making his own do the same in sympathy.

"So hot..." Gokudera whispered back, his eyes taking in the glimmer of moisture all around the head of Yamamoto's hard flesh. While it had been the jock that broke their locked gazes, it was the feisty Italian that broke the spell then. Reaching out, he wrapped his arm around the other one's waist, pulling him in again. Looking up and catching the hazel orbs, his other hand gently wrapped around the hot, throbbing length. His thumb touched the wet tip, rubbing soft, slow circles around it. He spread the pearly moisture, his eyes never leaving Yamamoto's in order to drink in every tiny reaction he got.

Yamamoto's thoughts were brought back down to Earth once he felt the other wrap his arm around his waist. Glancing down at the smaller teen in confusion, his hazel eyes caught Gokudera's fiery, passionate green before he felt the other's delicate hand take his length in his grasp. Yamamoto gasped in shock at the amazing feeling, shuddering in absolute pleasure. He felt the other's thumb rub the very tip of his swollen member, watching as his pre-cum was spread all around. The very sight of it almost made Yamamoto's knees buckle. Quickly, the young athlete set his hands on the smaller teen's shoulders in order to steady himself. The young jock began to breathe heavily, his stomach turning as a burning sensation began to coil within.

"Gokudera..." Yamamoto gasped out in need and pleasure, his eyes unable to stay open from the sheer feeling of the other's hand on his pulsating length. "…Amazing…"

The gasps he could elicit from Yamamoto once again made the smaller Italian more confident in what he did. Seeing the other one close his eyes in obvious bliss, his gaze broke away then, too. Even with the steadying hands on his shoulders, Gokudera stretched to flick his tongue over one dark nipple. Slowly he moved his hand up and down the hot flesh, while he licked and carefully nibbled at the hardening peak.

His own actions, and the beautiful, damn sexy sounds coming from the jock, made his own neglected member weep and ache. Only when he just couldn't take it anymore, did Gokudera stop. Scooting back a bit farther onto the bed, he lay down again and looked up at the other one. His body was trembling with need. His voice was unsteady, too. "Y-Yamamoto...please..." Gokudera's hand was beckoning as he whispered, almost begging. He just needed to feel the raven-haired athlete's heat all over him.

The young jock gasped in absolute pleasure as Gokudera began to rub up and down his hot shaft in an agonizingly slow pattern. And when the smaller teen began to lick and nibble at one of his nipples at the same time, the waves of heat in Yamamoto's abdomen began to coil tighter together. Yamamoto could feel how close he was to release, and the mixed feelings it brought him. On the one hand, he wanted nothing more than to finally release the load he had been holding back for the last half an hour, but on the other, he didn't want to cum before Gokudera did.

Thankfully, and unthankfully at the same time, Gokudera's ministrations ended. A whimper of loss emanated from the taller teen's throat at the loss of delicious heat, but as he saw Gokudera scoot back further on his bed to make himself more comfortable, Yamamoto almost came undone again. The silver-haired teen's body and words trembled with need and desire, and the able swordsman could feel himself shudder in the exact same way as his brown orbs met Gokudera's begging green.

There was absolutely no way he could refuse the other.

Ever so slowly, Yamamoto crawled his way up onto the bed, his body hovering over his new-found lover's as his eyes roamed the expanse of Gokudera's beautiful body. Wanting nothing more than to make the other feel as good as he had a minute ago, a hesitant, tanned hand gently wrapped around the other's weeping cock. A little uncertain about what to do exactly, Yamamoto just followed Gokudera's previous example as he tuned into the other's noises to make sure he was doing everything right. From there, the taller teen began to slowly pump the other's swollen member, his thumb occasionally coming up to swirl around the tip. As this was going on, Yamamoto's other hand came down to rest on Gokudera's creamy white hip, his other thumb massaging affectionate circles onto the other's hip bone.

With a little more confidence from the Italian's sounds, Yamamoto brought the hand on Gokudera's swollen flesh down to cradle the two orbs below in his palm. Giving the sac a gentle squeeze as he rubbed his thumb against them, Yamamoto finally let go of the other completely to position his hips right above Gokudera's. As hazel eyes searched out green once again, Yamamoto's lips came down to steal a soft kiss from Gokudera's as one hand came up to rub against one of the other's nipples.

"I need you…" The young jock whispered out breathlessly, yet in a deep husky voice. As he stared deeply into his smaller companion's eyes, Yamamoto brought his hips down to press against the other's, their swollen, naked members finally touching in excruciating bliss.

Lustful eyes met their counterparts. Gokudera swore he could lose himself in those hazel orbs; their intensity overwhelming him once again. Finally, those eyes came closer again as Yamamoto crawled onto the bed. Only, they broke the contact to roam his body then. The little Italian felt a new blush creep onto his cheeks as he felt scrutinized in his naked, vulnerable state. Any thoughts of this kind were lost, not a second later, as Yamamoto touched him the way he had done only a moment before.

"Ah!" Gokudera arched into the touch. As hot as everything about the athlete had felt until now, his hand felt cool around his searing hot flesh. A small whimper left his lips when the hand began to move. Not liking the weak sounds that left him, Gokudera bit his lower lip, the whimper catching in his throat and turning into a groan as he tried to arch again. He tried to shove himself into that strong, calloused hand, only to be held by another, even stronger hand at his hip.

"Wha...? Fuck, what'u're doing?" The silver-haired bomber cursed on a breath, as his balls were fondled in a way that made fireworks explode in his stomach. Before Gokudera could enjoy this new attention too much though, everything stopped. Another whimper escaped him, as he felt cold and missed the attention. Questioning, and pleading, he looked into Yamamoto's eyes as the other just kissed him and rubbed at a straining peak on his chest.

His breath caught in his throat then. Yamamoto's words, and his voice, sent a shiver through him, electrifying him. He was once again caught by those eyes, lost and helpless he felt in their power, but even though he usually hated those feelings, he surrendered to them easily; surrendered to Yamamoto. As the hip pressed down onto him, Gokudera felt its heat burn him, but it was nothing compared to the bolt of lightning shooting up his spine as their throbbing, searing, hard erections touched.

"Takeshi!" Gokudera almost screamed his name as he arched up into the hot body above him, craving all the touch he could get. His hands shot up to bury themselves in the thick black hair, pulling and urging the other one down as his head half lifted up to catch Yamamoto in a deep and passionate kiss.

All the noises and movements Gokudera was making as their lower halves finally touched was nothing to Yamamoto in comparison to hearing his first name leave the other's lips. The young jock forgot how to breathe as he stared down at Gokudera in shock, but that moment was short lived as the smaller teen grabbed the back of his head and brought him down into a searing kiss. Yamamoto moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of the other's tongue against his lips, and as their swollen members brushed against each other's again due to the slight movement. In a heartbeat, Yamamoto was kissing Gokudera just as passionately, their tongues encircling each other's naturally in a pure, loving embrace. As their tongues battled in their mouths, Yamamoto began tweaking the other's hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger again as he started to grind his hips against the other's. Yamamoto practically came from the amazing sensation, but was able to keep himself in slight control as he broke his kiss off with the other; a string of saliva the only thing keeping their lips connected.

"H-Hayato…" Yamamoto ground out between pleasure filled gasps, his breath mingling heavily with the smaller teen below him. "Hayato…"

The young athlete continued to gasp the other's name out like a mantra as his other hand came down to hold their pulsating erections together, intensifying the friction between them as Yamamoto continued to thrust against Gokudera. The taller teen wouldn't have traded for anything in the world then. He had never felt so complete in his life, and he wasn't even inside Gokudera.

He never wanted this feeling to end.

The feisty Italian was moaning wantonly as Yamamoto's lips parted and his tongue darted out. Since that first tentative rub, he just couldn't get enough of the rough upper texture of the other's appendage sliding against his sensitive underside. He let his tongue dance and snake around the jock's as he whimpered in pure pleasure.

A gasp drowned in their heated kiss when Yamamoto gently tortured his nipple again and moved against him. All his feelings concentrated in his middle then, bunching up tighter; ever tighter. He ached for release in a way he had never before in his life. A sad mewl escaped him when Yamamoto broke off their kiss, only for his body to be filled with a new kind of heat as the other one was moaning and gasping his given name in the most erotic way possible.

As the ache in his loins built, Gokudera's hands clenched and unclenched in Yamamoto's hair again. He was close...so close. Digging in his heels, he arched up when the hand wrapped around both their hot, throbbing members. Fuck! He had never felt anything like it! His body tensed up.

"Ta...Takeshi...I...can't...I..." He wanted to warn him, he really did, but his body betrayed him; succumbing to the most amazing experience in his life. Arching up once more, the tightly bunched up feelings in his stomach exploded, sending lightning up his spine as he spilled his seed all over Yamamoto's hand and his hot flesh that was so tightly, so exquisitely and intimately pressed against his. Lost in the moment, and without any control, his hands clenched in the raven hair again. "Takeshi!"

Feeling his smaller companion continuously dig his fingernails into his scalp was what almost brought Yamamoto over the edge again. But it wasn't until he had started grinding vigorously against the other between the hold of his hand, and until Gokudera was arching up into him and releasing his warm essence all over his hand and onto their stomachs that Yamamoto finally conceded defeat. With the feeling of Gokudera digging his hand into his scalp, and with a final cry of his name leaving the bomber's lips, Yamamoto couldn't last any longer.

Yamamoto came, and he came hard.

"Hayato!" The taller teen screamed in complete ecstasy as he released shortly after Gokudera, his own seed spilling onto their already messy stomachs; their essences mixing together. Yamamoto could only see blissful white as he rode out his orgasm; continuously grinding against Gokudera until both of their members were soft once again.

With all of his energy spent, Yamamoto let go of both of their members and practically collapsed onto his lover below him, his breath coming out in raspy gasps. With his elbows and knees the only things keeping him barely above the other, Yamamoto's gaze tiredly searched out his other half's. When hazel met jade once again, a soft, yet exhausted smile made its way onto the baseball player's face as he stared deeply into the other's, just as exhausted, irises.

With a look of pure adoration, Yamamoto didn't hesitate to bring his head down and bestow another kiss to Gokudera's forehead before he whispered lovingly into his ear.

"You're amazing, Hayato…" Yamamoto spoke sincerely, loving the way the other's name sounded on his tongue as he nuzzled Gokudera's cheek affectionately. "…completely amazing…"

Just like the jock's first name had rolled so easily off his tongue in his ecstasy, Yamamoto shouted his when he released too. They moved together, riding the waves of their orgasms. The warm, pearly essences were mingling, and dripping onto his stomach. It felt weird, but not too bad. Finally, Yamamoto's hand left their now flaccid members, and he collapsed limply.

Before Gokudera could feel threatened that he might be suffocated by the taller and heavier athlete, said athlete held himself up high enough that it was merely a pleasant pressure. It only served to impress the other's closeness onto him stronger.

Yamamoto's hazel eyes gazed into his. Gokudera couldn't help but return the exhausted smile with an uncharacteristically goofy grin of his own. Of course he wasn't aware of his stupid grin, thinking his smile somewhat reflected the jock's. He just felt incredibly good, until he received that whispered compliment. Cheeks turning crimson, Gokudera turned his head to the side. "S-stop it...that cheesy flattery doesn't work on me, Yamamoto." Nonetheless he couldn't stop the hitch in his breath at the affectionate nuzzling of his cheek either.

Hearing the other's words, and how Gokudera had reverted back to calling him by his last name, Yamamoto paused in his nuzzling for a second before he just decided to go with the change. If Gokudera only wanted to call him by his first name in bed then he was fine with that. After all, if they started calling each other by a first name basis in public, people would start to wonder. And really, the taller teen didn't think they were ready for that yet.

Continuing to nuzzle and pepper sweet kisses along the side of Gokudera's face, Yamamoto continued to whisper to the other in a soothingly, loving voice.

"Oh really," the young jock chuckled lightly with a confident smirk, "you seem to be blushing from my flattery."

Yamamoto laid a soft, chaste kiss to his lover's lips before he looked him in the eyes again, his hazel orbs shining with sincerity.

"I really meant it, Gokudera. You really are amazing. I never thought I'd be able to share a moment like this with you," the young jock murmured softly as he pressed his chest and forehead to Gokudera's. "I'm so happy…"

But before Yamamoto could even think of kissing Gokudera again, the taller teen seemed to finally notice the uncomfortable stickiness that clung to his and his smaller companion's stomachs. Lifting himself up off the other, Yamamoto was quickly able to see the residue of their love-making clinging to their skin.

"Ha ha…" Yamamoto chuckled lightly with a sheepish grin. "…maybe we should clean ourselves up before this stuff becomes too difficult to get off?"

"No, I'm not!" Gokudera protested with a huff, as the jock insinuated his blush was proof he was very flattered indeed. "That's just a...a sign of exertion! You're an athlete, you should know about those things!"

Before he could continue with an explanation on how strenuous physical activity could open the blood vessels and cause a blush just as easily, he was kissed in the sweetest way, and caught in the mesmerizing gaze of Yamamoto once again. The already crimson blush turned an even darker shade at the wonderful whispered words. An incredible warmth flooded the smaller Italian. He hadn't believed this was possible either. Yamamoto was so popular with the girls, and he never ever had dared to believe the other one might not be looking for one of those. He had never thought the jock might be gay. Searching for an answer to those words, Gokudera was grasping for the right things to say when Yamamoto's mood suddenly changed.

The taller teen rose above him. The bomber's questioning gaze turned to one of slight disgust as a now colder drop of essence dripped from Yamamoto's stomach down to his. "Damn, yeah. We should." Stretching and leaning over slightly, Gokudera reached for the drawer of his nightstand. He was careful not to roll over too far, so the small pool of liquid would stay on his flat stomach and not soil his bed. Finally fumbling the wet wipes out of the drawer, he pulled a few out and pressed the pack into Yamamoto's hand.

Busying himself with wiping up the little puddle and the stray splashes, his eyes fully set on the task so as not to miss a spot, Gokudera, seemingly out of the blue, mumbled. "I'm, too."

Yamamoto's eyes stared transfixed on Gokudera's supple body as the smaller teen stretched himself as far as he could go to reach the drawer to his nightstand. Seeing the other's muscles flex in the waxing moonlight made Yamamoto's heart beat faster as blood started to pool down in between his thighs again.

Thankfully, before Yamamoto could get too turned on, Gokudera gave him a distraction in the form of throwing a packet of wet wipes in his hand. With the thought of not being sticky anymore in the forefront of his mind, the young jock opened the packet and set to work on cleaning himself off the best he could. After some vigorous scrubbing around his lower half, Yamamoto realized that the only mess he still had to clean up was his one dirty hand; the hand that had been holding both his and Gokudera's erections when they came.

Staring at the gleaming white streams all over his hand, Yamamoto raised a curious eyebrow as he tentatively brought the hand closer to his face to lick up a small trail with his tongue. The young athlete studied the taste from within his mouth, finding that the flavor was weird, but not repulsive.

With his mind occupied by this new experience as he cleaned the rest of his hand up with a wet wipe, Yamamoto barely heard Gokudera's unconscious murmur. The taller teen paused in his actions, his eyes widening at the words that had left Gokudera's lips. Did that mean that Gokudera was happy for this moment, too?

Feeling overwhelmed with gratitude, Yamamoto quickly threw his wet wipes into the trashcan nearby and cupped the side of Gokudera's head with his cleanest hand. It took only a second for the young jock's lips to descend upon the other's in an explosive kiss. Yamamoto poured every ounce of passion he held for the other in that one kiss as his fingers tangled into the soft, silver locks of the other's hair; their tongues rubbing vigorously against each other's.

When he felt close to suffocating, Yamamoto finally withdrew from Gokudera, their breaths ragged and gasping from the exertion. The young jock could feel that he was semi-hard again, and that he wanted nothing more than to shower Gokudera with the same affection he had just shown him only moments prior. But as his smoldering eyes stared deeply into Gokudera's vibrant green, Yamamoto unconsciously glanced to the side to see the clock upon Gokudera's nightstand. Seeing as how it was two in the morning, and realizing how tired his body actually was, Yamamoto's eyes dimmed in sadness.

"It's pretty late," the young jock murmured sadly as he glanced back into Gokudera's eyes, his one hand still holding the side of the smaller teen's face. "We should probably get to bed, huh?"

Gokudera had no idea what the hell came over that idiotic baseball-freak, as he suddenly cupped his face again and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Granted, he didn't put up any resistance. Why should he when it felt so fucking good? While his mind was reeling, and trying to understand what had happened, his body just reveled in the attention and reacted. Helpless, wanton moans drowned in the passion of the kiss as he gripped Yamamoto's shoulders, hanging on for dear life.

The kiss lasted to the point where he saw stars for lack of oxygen, but he just didn't care. Only when the other one withdrew and the new air burned in his lungs did he once again remember how much his body actually depended on that oxygen. His eyes were half-lidded, his gaze glazed over in newly awakened passion as he looked up, only to see the change in attitude in the jock. Slowly, the words brought Gokudera back.

Realizing how much he had lost himself to the kiss, and how he had been fully ready to go another round, the little bomber felt very annoyed at himself, his hormones, and at Yamamoto for inciting that kiss in the first place. "We already are in bed, stupid!" He answered grumpily. One glance at the clock told him Yamamoto was right, though. Sighing heavily, the silver-haired Italian looked up again. "You wanna head to the bathroom first?"

Yamamoto just laughed sheepishly at Gokudera's point.

"Yeah, I know we're already in bed, but you know what I mean, haha!"

But when the smaller teen offered to let him use the bathroom first, Yamamoto couldn't repress the image of using the shower with Gokudera. The very idea of warm water flowing down the other's beautiful porcelain skin and water droplets glistening in his damp, silver hair sent Yamamoto's groin aflame with desire.

Trying his best to calm himself down, the young jock just gave another sheepish laugh. He knew that Gokudera had only offered him to use his bathroom first to get ready for bed, and had not offered to shower with him or anything.

"Haha, okay, if you don't mind," The taller teen spoke kindly as he glanced around for a distraction for his 'little problem'. After all, staring at Gokudera wouldn't help him calm down in the slightest. "I actually brought my own tooth brush and some extra clothes with me, because I told my dad that I would be out late studying with you and Tsuna, so I'd probably spend the night at one of you guys' houses."

After he said that, Yamamoto tried to shift himself off of the bed without having Gokudera realize how hard he was, but in his nervousness he accidentally brushed his erection against the side of the smaller teen's leg. As a hiss of pleasure left his lips, and the feeling coursed up Yamamoto's spine, he glanced towards Gokudera to gauge his reaction. Would Gokudera be disgusted with him? Would he think he was super perverted and kick him out of the apartment now?

"Yeah, whatever," the feisty Italian just grumbled at Yamamoto's sheepish answer, only to roll his eyes next. "If I'd mind, I wouldn't have offered now, would I? Idiot." Gokudera shook his head, but his voice wasn't as venomous as it usually was. At the next bit of information he raised his eyebrows. It was not too unusual for them to have a sleep-over at Tsuna's house, but why ever would Yamamoto believe he might end up here? Especially after the way things had turned these last few weeks.

While his mind was mulling this one over, he actually had a small smile slip onto his lips. "That was good thinking for once. And it turned out to be even better think..." Gokudera stopped in mid-sentence, when he felt Yamamoto's, once again, hard flesh brush his thigh. The small hiss didn't slip by unnoticed either. For a tiny moment, the bomber was torn on how to react.

Only then, he saw the jock's uncertainty; even anxiety. Swallowing audibly with a tiny blush creeping back onto his cheeks, Gokudera turned fully to the other one. "W-we should...take care of that..." His gaze dropped pointedly to the straining flesh. "…or you won't find any sleep." Looking back up into Yamamoto's hazel orbs, the smaller Italian's cheeks turned a darker shade. He had succumbed to the kiss, hadn't he? He had reacted and had been fully ready for another round. So why did he feel so awkward now?

When he heard Gokudera and saw his cheeks flush crimson, Yamamoto couldn't help but blush profusely in response as well. He wanted nothing more than to go another round with his beloved Italian, but he didn't want to be a hindrance to him either. In fact, the taller teen was pretty sure that if Gokudera allowed it, he wouldn't have had any problems grinding against the other for the rest of the night...or morning in this case.

"Y-Yeah..." Yamamoto stuttered out in embarrassment as he wondered if Gokudera was actually willing to go for another round. "But, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to, Gokudera. I can go and take care of this by myself in the bathroom if you don't feel up to it…"

The young jock gave the smaller teen another sheepish smile, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"I would just feel bad if you only tried to make me feel good, you know. I want to make you feel good too, so it's up to you, Gokudera. If you want to…help me…then that means that I'm going to be willing to go another round…but if you're too tired, I can just go and take care of my problem myself…"

Yamamoto waited in uncertainty, watching Gokudera's reactions for annoyance or even repulsion. He just really didn't want to be an inconvenience to his beloved bomber, so it was up to the other to make the decision. Gokudera knew that the next day was Sunday, so that they didn't have to worry about school, but it depended on when Gokudera wanted to go to Tsuna's house to help him study tomorrow, too.

Even through the tanned skin, the silver-haired Italian could discern the blush on Yamamoto's cheeks. He would never have said it out loud, and definitely not in these words, but he thought it endearing how the young jock was answering all embarrassed and flustered, too. Seeing how Yamamoto didn't try to force anything on him, and rather prepared to take care of things himself, actually worked much in his favor.

There was a small smile tugging on Gokudera's lips. His fingers spread; his hand combed back his bangs. "Che, if I let you take care of that on your own, who knows how long I'd have to wait for my shower. You might actually like it in there and never come out again." Seeing the stupefied and still uncertain expression on Yamamoto's face, Gokudera closed the short distance between them. Burying one hand in the black, thick hair again, he leaned in and kissed the jock tenderly.

His lips almost brushing Yamamoto's, he whispered, "I don't have to, but I want to."

All of the Rain Guardian's worries were swept away at feeling those familiar fingers tangle into his hair, and as the other's soft lips gently pressed against his. When Gokudera murmured those final words, Yamamoto couldn't repress the delighted shudder that spread up his body; his hard member twitching in anticipation.

With their faces so close together, it didn't even take Yamamoto a second to devour the other's lips with his own in a hungry kiss. Wrapping one of his arms around Gokudera's body and having the other hand come up to cradle the back of the smaller teen's head, Yamamoto gently pushed his lover back down onto the bed as his tongue worked wonders on the little Italian's mouth.

"I want this, too," Yamamoto gasped out huskily as he broke off the heated kiss to place smaller, delicate kisses all over Gokudera's face. "I want to keep touching you. I never want to stop…"

With the heat pooling between his legs urging him on, Yamamoto continued to kiss hot trails down Gokudera's face to his neck, and then along the Italian's chest. There he massaged the other's nipples with his thumbs for a bit before he continued onward where he dipped his tongue into Gokudera's belly button. Yamamoto rubbed his silver-haired lover's sides affectionately as he finally made his way down to the other's lower half, where he placed a kiss just above the other's curly, silver hairs.

Feeling a little hesitant, but willing to try, hazel orbs glanced up to meet with their green counterparts. The taller teen was completely dead set on giving Gokudera as much pleasure as possible, instead of tending to his own.

"Gokudera, can I try something?" Yamamoto asked hesitantly with a slight blush, his face hovering only an inch away from smaller teen's groin. "I…I really want you to feel good…"

As soon as the words were out, Gokudera found himself at the receiving end of a devouring kiss once again. He couldn't help but succumb to the demanding tongue; moaning at the feeling. He really could get addicted to this. Giving in to the gentle suggestion, he lay back down again, enjoying the kiss to the fullest as his fingers played in Yamamoto's hair.

When they finally parted, the smaller Italian panted. He closed his eyes at the words; his cheeks heating again. He had no idea how to answer to that, and no words came to his mouth, all he knew was that his body was craving the jock's touch. He never wanted the other to stop either. Not really good with words, all Gokudera did was moan softly at the tender ministrations and massaged the back of Yamamoto's skull.

A string of small gasps left his mouth when his neck was kissed, and the kisses trailed even lower. Biting his lower lip, Gokudera writhed under the slow torture of the rubbing thumbs, feeling his member reawakening with growing interest. Totally concentrated on just feeling Yamamoto, the feisty bomber had his eyes closed again and gave a surprised gasp as he felt the wet tongue dip into his belly button, his muscles twitching under the foreign assault. Eyes flying open in wonder, Gokudera finally realized how far down the other really was. With another gasp, his muscles twitched again as a kiss was placed even lower.

When their eyes met, a shiver ran all over the small Italian's body. Yamamoto's question, his hesitancy, made it pretty clear what he was pondering to do. Once again, Gokudera turned a dark shade of crimson. "Oh no, you don't!" He blurted out. "You can't!" It wasn't as if he had never thought about it, or imagined it all alone in this very room. But those were fantasies; private. No one would ever know about it. This? This was reality. As much as Gokudera wanted to know if it would feel half as good as he imagined, he was appalled at the reality of it.

His thoughts and his bodily wants clashing on this, the little bomber uttered with much less certainty, "Y-you shouldn't... I..." 'don't know if I could do the same'. He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. The right-hand-man of the Tenth shouldn't feel intimidated by anything. Still, uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he held Yamamoto's gaze.

Yamamoto never expected the outburst that left the smaller teen's lips. Completely taken aback by the other's fear and...disgust...the taller teen couldn't repress the hurt that flashed across his eyes. Did Gokudera think that he wouldn't be able to handle it? That he would hurt him?

"O-Oh..." Yamamoto muttered out solemnly, any confidence he had felt beforehand now completely gone. "Okay…I won't do anything…if you don't want me to."

Yamamoto had never expected such an outright refusal from the other that he felt lost on what to do now. Did he just rub up against Gokudera like he had last time, or would the little bomber become bored with that?

"Um...w-what do you want me to do then?" The young jock asked with uncertainty, feeling a little stupid now for even trying to suggest doing something so different and risqué in the first place. He really should have known that Gokudera would be too freaked out by the idea.

When the slender Italian saw the hurt he had caused in Yamamoto's eyes, he bit his lower lip. Fucking shit! He had never expected anything like this to happen. As intriguing and hot as the Rain Guardian's idea was, it was just too much for Gokudera to handle at the moment. But it had never been his intention to hurt the other one. Damn, damn, damn! He knew he was bad with situations like this. He wanted to...no...he needed to reassure Yamamoto. Now, how to do that?

He sat up then to get a better angle to try and talk. "I...I shouldn't have...shouted. It...was just damn...surprising." Thinking about his own inhibitions, Gokudera fought with himself. Just showing the tiniest bit of weakness had always worked against him, and always gave people the right openings to hurt him, but Yamamoto was different, right? The other guardian never had consciously tried to hurt him, and he had promised to try to learn to trust him. Swallowing audibly, the silver-haired bomber could feel his cheeks glow again as his decision was made.

"Y-you surprised me. I never thought you would even...think about it?" Gokudera looked to the side, unable to keep looking into those hazel eyes and their still hurt gleam. "I...It's not...that I don't want to...try, or that I...don't trust you. I just don't know if I…if I could...reciprocate, y-you know?" His hand was clawing at the sheets. "It...it wouldn't be...fair."

Hearing the other's explanation, the hurt finally dissipated from Yamamoto's eyes. Now he finally understood what Gokudera was saying, and why he had reacted the way he had.

"Oh...I see now," Yamamoto spoke gently, another sheepish smile coming onto his face. "I'm sorry for surprising you like that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable too. But just so you know, Gokudera, for the things I'm interested in trying out, it doesn't mean that I expect you to do the same in return for me."

With his eyes shining with affection, Yamamoto scooted forward over the smaller teen's body to affectionately stroke the side of Gokudera's face.

"I won't feel bad if you don't want to try out the same things as me, because we're open to different things, Gokudera. That's natural, after all," the young jock continued as he gazed into Gokudera's eyes lovingly. "All I want is to make you feel good, so if what I just suggested makes you feel uncomfortable, we won't do it, okay?"

Placing a soft kiss to the other's forehead, Yamamoto reached down to take Gokudera's hot, hard member into his hand again. Giving the searing flesh a soft squeeze, another idea popped into the baseball players head. Feeling a little uncertain about the idea, because of Gokudera's previous outburst, but still willing to try his luck, Yamamoto decided to ask.

"Hey, Gokudera? Do you think that maybe we can finish this off in the…shower, or something?" The raven-haired teen spoke shyly as another blush made its way onto his face. "I mean, it is getting pretty late, and if we both take care of ourselves in the shower, then we'd be able to easily clean up afterward, too…"

Slowly the little bomber's eyes returned to seek out Yamamoto's. He was relieved to see the hurt gone from their depth. Taking in the explanation, he slightly nodded. Even though he didn't know how to answer, he felt warmth spread all the way through him. Yamamoto was so understanding. Gokudera couldn't put into words the feeling of thankfulness at having the other one care for him. He knew he could be difficult to deal with, and that not too many people ever made the effort.

Unconsciously, his face leaned into the gentle gesture. Once again, he all but lost himself in the Rain Guardian's hazel orbs as the other one tried to reassure him further. "O-okay." He closed his eyes at the sweet kiss to his forehead, only to have them fly open again at the next second as he moaned in surprise. An image flashed through his mind of the lean, muscular body of the athlete all wet, glistening, and slippery, which made his hardness twitch in Yamamoto's hand.

His affirmative answer was a drawn out moan. "Ye~ah! Tha-that is a...very good idea." It took a big effort on Gokudera's part to beckon Yamamoto's hand away from his needy flesh. Taking the other's hand in his own, he stood up to lead him to his bathroom. As soon as he opened the door though, a very pissed off little Uri mewled at him angrily, wiping a clawed paw over his leg, only to then make his way, head and tail held high, to the warmest spot on the bed. He wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by the feisty Italian screaming up a raging storm at him.

Yamamoto's heart skipped a beat at feeling the swollen flesh in his palm twitch at the suggestion of the shower. And as he heard Gokudera moan out in consent, it took everything in the taller teen's power not to moan out wantonly in return. The image of a wet Gokudera was almost too much for him.

Looking forward to the soaking hot shower to come, Yamamoto smiled happily to himself as he felt his little lover intertwine their fingers and lead him off the bed towards the bathroom. But just as they opened the bedroom door, Uri pounced in, hissing up a storm at Gokudera and scratching him across the leg. Yamamoto jumped in surprise, completely having forgotten that Uri was still out of his box.

Of course, because of this, Gokudera started swearing profusely at Uri and screaming at the top of his lungs. Knowing he'd have to take the lead now if they were going to get to the bathroom, Yamamoto placed one of his hands on Gokudera's shoulder and started steering him towards the bathroom; his other hand still firmly clasped in his smaller companions'.

As they entered the small bathroom, the young jock closed the door behind them (just in case Uri got any more funny ideas), and directed Gokudera to sit on the toilet. Once they were there, Yamamoto knelt on the ground, his mouth coming up to nibble on one of the smaller teen's ears in a comforting gesture. The taller teen unconsciously made, 'shushing', noises in order to calm the feisty bomber as he kissed down his face towards the other's neck. There, the Rain Guardian gently licked and sucked on the creamy skin, adding a few more red marks to the ones that were already there.

"I don't think your scratch is too deep," Yamamoto commented soothingly as he finally glanced down at the other's leg after placing a soft kiss right above Gokudera's heart, "but it still might sting a bit if we go into the shower."

With his eyes now set on Gokudera's green irises, Yamamoto questioned with an anxious tone, "Do you still want to continue…?"

If he just had one, only one, damn dynamite stick at the ready! That tiny beast! While he was still raging at the little monster licking it's paw unfazed on his bed, a firm hand gripped his shoulder and lead him from the room, but not before he could shake one fist at Uri.

As the object of his rage was removed from sight, Gokudera slowly calmed down, letting Yamamoto lead him. He found himself placed on his toilet seat with the raven-haired jock kneeling before him. He was looking at him questioningly. What was going on? But then gentle teeth played along his ear. A soft moan escaped Gokudera. The calming noises the Rain Guardian made did help subdue any lingering feelings of rage, but the kisses, licking, and the sucking started up a different kind of storm in the feisty Italian.

Taking a second to focus again, Gokudera looked down his leg, making a dismissive hand gesture. "That's nothing. I'm used to worse." Uri scratched him pretty frequently, but those small injuries were nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered in the line of his duty as right-hand-man. He didn't even feel the scratches anymore. Well, most of the time.

Seeing the anxious look in Yamamoto's eyes, a small smile tugged at the little bomber's lips. Finally taking his hand out of the jock's, he buried both in the raven hair. "Nothing could keep me from it," he said softly, leaning a bit forward to lick at Yamamoto's lips; gently but firmly demanding entrance. When the lips parted, his tongue searched out its opposite for a slow, but passionate dance.

A shudder of delight ran down Yamamoto's spine, and his eyes swelled with so much happiness at Gokudera's words that the taller teen felt completely lost on what to do as he felt the gentle caress of the other's tongue against his lips. His brain finally registered what Gokudera wanted only a second later though, as Yamamoto eagerly parted his lips for the other to enter. The young athlete moaned in rapture at the feeling of Gokudera's tongue lovingly embracing his, and as he felt the other squeeze his hands in his hair. Cupping the back of the silver-haired teen's head, Yamamoto deepened the kiss further by bringing Gokudera closer to him as he moved forward as well, their tongues never stopping in their quest to feel as much of the other as possible.

Yamamoto didn't know how long they kissed for, but once he distinctly felt the lack of oxygen to his lungs, he slowly parted ways with his beloved bomber. With his eyes shining with complete devotion, the young jock stared imploringly up into his smaller companion's jade-green orbs. There was so much that Yamamoto wanted to say right then to Gokudera. He wanted to tell the other how much he loved him, and how happy the other was making him, but he knew that wouldn't be the best idea. Gokudera wasn't ready to hear something like that. Not yet, and probably not for a while.

"Gokudera…I…" Yamamoto murmured softly, his eyes shining with conviction for a moment before he caught himself almost saying what was truly in his heart. After that, the serious look on the jocks face converted into that of a soft, accepting one. He knew that Gokudera wasn't ready to hear those special three words now, but Yamamoto knew that someday he would be, and that he would still be there to say them to the feisty Italian when he was ready.

"Let's take our shower, shall we?"

And with another kiss to the other's forehead, Yamamoto stood up from his kneeling position before Gokudera and turned around to face the shower, turning on the shower head.

When their kiss finally ended, the silver-haired Italian felt Yamamoto's gaze drill into him like he wanted to directly view his soul. A shiver ran down his spine at that. He started to feel insecure again. Something was going on and he had no idea what that was. He hated that feeling. Finally Yamamoto started to explain whatever was on his mind, only to stop, mid-sentence. What the other one said in the end, didn't seem to fit with the way he had started, but the way his face had relaxed and when the other was kissing his forehead again, it seemed whatever had been on his mind had resolved itself.

While the jock was running the water, so it would be warm when they stepped in, Gokudera turned to the sink. "Just a sec." With practiced ease, he opened the clasps to his leather wristbands and put them on the wider part of the sink by the soap dish. Even though the two silver chains he was wearing wouldn't mind the water, the emblems would lose their shine, so he took those off, too. Only his rings he kept on; them being almost a part of him.

As the water was running hot now, Yamamoto stepped into the shower first, Gokudera following close behind. The water was falling all around the raven-haired athlete, and he looked even way hotter than the smaller bomber had imagined. "Hmmmm!" He hummed appreciatively. Stepping up to the taller jock, the water drenched him too then as both his hands came up to stroke the now wet and slippery chest.

Warm streams of water cascaded down his body as Yamamoto stepped fully into the shower. The taller teen stared on in appreciation as Gokudera soon joined him, rivulets of water slipping down his body to the shower floor below. Hearing the other hum in appreciation, and feeling him place his hands on his chest, Yamamoto shuddered in delight. Gokudera looked even more breathtaking than he had previously.

His breath hitching at the other's touch, Yamamoto placed his hands along the smaller teen's sides. He began exploring the other's slick, wet body; his hands roaming everywhere they could reach. Yamamoto watched the other as he did this, his eyes shining with fascination at every noise and movement Gokudera made at his touch.

Loving the sounds that were emitting from his beloved bomber, Yamamoto started to kiss along the other's face, and down to his neck and chest, occasionally nipping and sucking at the other's flesh. As his mouth made it's way towards a nipple to gently lap at the perked bud, the young athlete's hands then came down to possessively grope Gokudera's ass before he thrust his hips forward to grind their erections together; moaning wantonly at the friction it produced.

Tiny moans slipped from the bomber's lips at the first touches. As the calloused hands roamed more freely, Gokudera moved with their motion, pressing into their touch. Soon, his moans became louder; hisses and gasps mixing in when he felt Yamamoto's teeth on his tender skin.

His own hands roamed the firm abdomen, feeling the soft dips and ridges as they slowly stroked higher. He let his nimble fingers brush the athlete's nipples again as his own was gently licked. His moan then turned into a deep groan when his lower cheeks were gripped and massaged so possessively. "Aaah, Takeshi!" Gokudera rasped, as their hard members touched once more.

His arms wrapped around the taller teen then. One hand made its way into the raven hair again, while the other stroked lower to end up taking hold of one firm butt-cheek. With new leverage, Gokudera began to grind back, moaning louder at the delicious feeling. Burying his face at the crook of Yamamoto's neck, he first kissed the soft skin, only to suck at it seconds later as the passion overtook him.

"Hm...Takeshi...so good," he whispered breathless between sucking and kissing.

Hearing his name being groaned out like that practically sent Yamamoto over the edge.

"Hayato!" The taller teen gasped out breathlessly as he felt the other grab his butt and start grinding wildly against him. Yamamoto started gasping and moaning in ecstasy at the other's ministrations, shudders of pleasure emanating from his body as Gokudera licked and nipped at his skin.

"Shit!" Yamamoto growled out lustfully as he pushed Gokudera against the shower wall then, and lifted one of the smaller teen's legs for a different angle as he increased the pace of their rubbing. Yamamoto could feel heat beginning to pool in the pit of his stomach as he started thrusting faster, the friction almost too much for him to bear. "Hayato…I'm….so close…" the taller teen gasped out between breaths as his hand traveled down to grasp their erections together again.

Yamamoto gasping his name sent shivers down the feisty Italian's spine. His hand on the athlete's butt seemed to have a very powerful effect, Gokudera realized, as he hit the tiled wall behind him with a slight grunt. "Damn!" His leg was lifted, giving Yamamoto more room to move and exposing more sensitive flesh of the smaller bomber. Ecstatic moans poured from his lips when his balls were open to more of the friction, too.

His hand clenched in the taller teen's hair when he sucked at his neck even more passionately. He could feel Yamamoto's tension growing, his own not too far behind. "Ah...Ta-Takeshi...ngh!" As the athlete grabbed their hard members once again, Gokudera felt shots of electricity shoot up his spine. His hand kneaded the firm cheek in time with the fast, erratic thrusts then. A new, tight coil of ecstasy was forming in his stomach. "Ta~ke~shi," The feisty bomber moaned, teetering on the edge. Lost in his passion, and unable to contain all his feelings, he bit Yamamoto's shoulder as both his hands clutched at him possessively, like he feared the other might disappear.

Gokudera's hands were doing wonders on him as they kneaded into his flesh to the times of their thrusts. Yamamoto gasped and groaned in ecstasy as his hand started pumping both his and Gokudera's members with every thrust of his hips. When Gokudera clutched at him desperately, his teeth sinking into his shoulder possessively, Yamamoto couldn't hold it back anymore. With a scream of pain and pleasure, the other's name left the young jock's lips as he came hard onto Gokudera's stomach. With his vision blurred with blissful white, Yamamoto continued to ride out his orgasm as he pressed Gokudera against the shower wall, his face burying into the smaller teen's mop of silvery, wet locks.

"Hayato...Hayato..." Yamamoto whispered out as he came down from his high, occasionally planting kisses along the side of Gokudera's face as he held the other to him possessively; the water from the shower head beginning to wash the evidence of their love making away.

As Gokudera heard his name echo around the small room (a thick mixture of pleasure and pain), the hot flesh pulsating against his own member in its release. With the hand pumping still, he finally lost it, too. "Takeshi!" He screamed once again, when the tight coil in his stomach exploded, sending fiery release through his body, and his pearly seed spurting from his twitching hardness.

Even though the hard wall in his back wasn't too comfortable, Gokudera was actually glad that Yamamoto held him pressed against it, as he felt pretty weak in the one remaining knee holding him up. His name was whispered again and again between sweet kisses, and Gokudera was sure it had never sounded better than right now. His grip on Yamamoto didn't loosen, but his lifted leg wrapped around him, too, to pull him in even tighter.

Turning his face slightly, with his hand at the back of Yamamoto's head directing the other one, the smaller teen guided them into a kiss. Leaving himself open, he was begging the jock to taste and feel him. He didn't want this night, this moment, to end. There was a distinct fear at the back of his head that this was just too good to be true, that good things just didn't happen to him. Clinging to Yamamoto and to this moment, he at least wanted to get as much out of it as possible before it all turned out to be only the hottest dream ever, after all.

Yamamoto was breathing heavily as warm water continued to cascade down his body, his mind completely muddled by the afterglow of his orgasm. When he felt the leg he was holding up wrap around him and draw him closer into the warm, delicate body before him, Yamamoto gasped at the intense feeling of heat. He had never felt so close to Gokudera then he did then; his body completely compressed against the other's wet, naked body as they both held onto each other desperately.

When Yamamoto felt Gokudera guide him into a kiss, the taller teen didn't hesitate to give the smaller teen what he wanted. The young jock easily slipped his tongue into the other's mouth for a slow, sensual kiss. Bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of the Italian's head to intensify the kiss, his other hand roamed all over Gokudera's body. He never wanted things to end either, but even now Yamamoto could feel exhaustion begin to pull at him.

Feeling disappointment stir within his gut, Yamamoto parted his lips from Gokudera's; his face contorting in sadness. But as he placed his forehead against Gokudera's affectionately, and stared deeply into those passionate green eyes, the taller teen couldn't help but give his usual happy-go-lucky smile in return. Gokudera never failed in making Yamamoto feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"I can't believe I'm here right now..." Yamamoto whispered out in amazement, his eyes shining happily into the other's jade-green orbs as water cascaded down their bodies. "This night has been so amazing, Gokudera…I never want it to end…"

The Rain Guardian chuckled lightly to himself after that as he drew away from the other; the hand that had been cradling the smaller teen's head coming down to lovingly stroke Gokudera's cheek.

"Now all I want to do is fall asleep beside you…" Yamamoto continued as he stared deeply into Gokudera's eyes. "…if you still want me to, that is..."

The tongue slipping into the smaller Italian's mouth was greeted intimately. Moaning, the feisty bomber dipped his head as far as it would go with the wall at his back, for an even deeper kiss. Even though the feeling of their tangling tongues had been alien to him mere hours ago, already it came natural, and felt so perfectly right. He was addicted to Yamamoto's taste.

The smaller teen's tongue followed the departing one out of his mouth, and he mewled dejectedly when the kiss ended. As the hazel orbs came so close again, all Gokudera could do was lose himself in their depth. A slight blush dusted his cheeks again at the sweet words. He stroked the back of Yamamoto's neck. "I...I don't want it to end either," he whispered back, but tried to hide the sadness he felt when Yamamoto extricated himself from him; unwrapping his leg to let the other go.

The gentle touch on his cheek had Gokudera lean into it, desperate for the reassurance that the jock was still here. The next words spread a warmth through his body that no hot shower in the world ever could. A genuine, if somewhat tired, smile tugged at his lips and made his eyes shine. "I couldn't throw you out in the middle of the night, Stupid...Your dad would kill me." Stretching on tip toe, he gave a small peck to the tip of the dumbfounded, taller jock's nose.

The blush deepening at his own corny gesture, Gokudera turned to the side and grabbed the shower gel, shoving it into Yamamoto's hand. "Here." Gripping the shampoo, he busied himself with that without looking at the other, a little bit embarrassed at his lovey-dovey behavior.

"Haha, he probably would," Yamamoto lightly chuckled out at Gokudera's words as he imagined his father getting upset. But before the taller teen could think too much on that particular thought, Gokudera did the unexpected by stretching up and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose. Yamamoto's cheeks flooded with color at the loving gesture before the happiest smile appeared on his face.

"Gokudera…"

But before the young jock could say anything, a bottle of shower gel was thrust into his hands. Yamamoto stared at the said bottle in confusion for a moment as he witnessed Gokudera turn away out of embarrassment and start rubbing shampoo through his hair. Finding the other's actions adorable, Yamamoto just started lathering up as well.

The rest of the time in the shower was spent in comfortable silence as the two of them cleaned themselves off; Yamamoto occasionally glancing at Gokudera and sending sweet smiles his way. Once the shower was turned off, Yamamoto was handed a towel, which he used to rub at his hair. After drying himself off, and trying his hardest to not look at Gokudera so that he wouldn't get turned on again, Yamamoto tied his towel around his waist and headed out to the living room to rifle through his school bag for his toothbrush.

As he walked back into the bathroom, Gokudera was already brushing his teeth. Grabbing the toothpaste, Yamamoto set to work on brushing his teeth as well as he stood around the small sink in the bathroom. With a playful smile, Yamamoto gently nudged Gokudera's arm with his elbow, trying his best not to laugh too hard in the process, and shoot toothpaste everywhere.

Gokudera had felt the glances sent his way, but knew it was better to ignore them. They really had to get to bed to catch at least some sleep still. Only when Yamamoto was not looking at him did his eyes flick over to watch the tall jock. The water running over the lean muscles was only highlighting the athlete's perfect form. The feisty Italian tried to memorize everything he saw.

When they were finally done showering, Gokudera stepped out first, getting a towel for Yamamoto before he toweled down himself. He, too, slung it around his slim waist before he started brushing his teeth, his eyes following Yamamoto as the other one left the bathroom. A small sigh escaped the silver-haired teen. He smiled around his toothbrush, though, as soon as the jock returned.

Yamamoto used his toothpaste; leaving it open when he put it back down. A slight scowl passed the bomber's features, only to be replaced by a small smile at the soft nudge, and the fun the jock seemed to have. Nudging back gently, he searched out Yamamoto's eyes in the mirror before he bent to rinse his mouth. Coming up again, he dried his mouth. "Take your time", he offered, leaving Yamamoto to it and heading back to his bedroom and his closet.

Pushing the sliding door aside, he looked at his sleeping clothes, rifling through them. Finally, he found one of the biggest shirts he owned, and jersey boxer shorts that should stretch enough to fit the taller teen. Gokudera pulled another pair of boxer shorts from the closet. It was one of his favorites. Dark red with a skull design on one side. Taking the shirt and shorts he intended for Yamamoto, he went to his bed, finding Uri lying right smack in the middle of it. "Uri, off!" One twitching ear was all the reaction his command got him.

Yamamoto could feel his stomach flutter with warmth as he felt Gokudera nudge him in return. He wished that every day from now on could be like this between them.

Hearing Gokudera's offer as the smaller teen left the bathroom, Yamamoto just watched the other leave, his soft, creamy skin shimmering from the shower they had just taken. The taller teen sighed in contentment as he continued brushing his teeth before bending over the sink and spitting.

Finally finishing whatever business he had in the bathroom, Yamamoto just placed his toothbrush in the cup by the sink right next to Gokudera's, and twisted on the cap to the toothpaste container. Smiling happily at the image of their toothbrushes side by side, the young jock finally left the bathroom and headed into Gokudera's bedroom where he saw the smaller teen having difficulties getting Uri off the middle of the bed. Yamamoto chuckled at the sight before an idea popped into his head that might help his little lover out.

Going over to the bed where half of his clothes lay in a heap on the floor, Yamamoto quickly grabbed one of his socks and started moving it around Uri's prone head.

"Hey, Uri!" Yamamoto laughed out as he shook the sock back and forth around the storm cat's face; Uri's beady red eyes following every movement with interest. "Can you catch it? Can you catch it?"

The Rain Guardian giggled to himself as Uri finally took the bait and started swatting at the moving sock until he was standing again. The little cat mewled in disappointment when his paws kept on missing their target, since Yamamoto's reflexes were fast enough to move the sock just out of reach at the right time. Seeing as Uri seemed fully invested in catching the sock now, Yamamoto decided a different approach was in order as he moved away and crouched on the floor. There he started slowly dragging the sock across the floor until Uri jumped off the bed and started stalking the sock across the room.

Yamamoto just laughed as he finally let Uri catch the sock and play with it.

"Hahaha! I guess this will keep Uri off the bed for now until we can get settled," the jock stated with a look of triumph in his eyes before he glanced over towards Gokudera to see the assortment of clothes the other was holding.

Raising an eyebrow at that, Yamamoto let go of the sock to let Uri have his full way with it before he stood again and walked over to his smaller companion. Seeing the set of clothes in the other's hand made the taller teen realize that he had only brought extra clothes to wear for tomorrow and not anything for nightwear. Heck, his boxers were even stained, filthy, and un-wearable at the moment too! Maybe Gokudera was actually offering him to wear some of his stuff…

"A-Are those for me?" Yamamoto questioned softly as he gazed into Gokudera's eyes, his own hazel appearing touched by the other's sentiment. He wouldn't have minded sleeping naked with Gokudera, but Yamamoto knew that if they did that, they probably wouldn't be able to get to sleep anytime soon. So, seeing how the other was probably offering to let him wear his clothes, filled the young athlete with happiness until he was practically bursting. It was really like they were a couple now. He was going to wear Gokudera's clothes!

The slender Italian was utterly frustrated with his storm cat by now. There were days when the two of them got along pretty decently, but today it seemed Uri was dead set on making him look absolutely incompetent in front of Yamamoto. His hands were clenching around the clothes in his hands, crumpling them in the process. Gokudera was about to drop the things and go for the kitten's throat with both hands! Before his temper could get the better of him though, Yamamoto stepped in with a wholly different approach.

Though Gokudera knew that his damned weapon was supposed to follow every command he gave it for them to work effectively in combat, he also knew from reading up on it that cats just weren't the types to be commanded like that. They would follow the suggestion if they saw a reason in it. At least during most of their fights, this seemed to be the case. Only in private, the two of them still had trouble establishing the proper pecking order. Watching Yamamoto with his playful, yet very effective approach, though, Gokudera wondered about his own attitude and if he might change it.

"Yeah, quick thinking," he congratulated the jock on his idea, while Uri was on his back with all four claws buried in the sock, trying to pull it apart with mewling noises. "Only, you won't be able to wear that thing anymore once he's done with it."

Finally, the silver-haired Italian put down the clothes on his bed and was about to sit down, when Yamamoto asked him with big puppy dog eyes. "You wanted to sleep naked, idiot?" Gokudera barked the question with his usual fervor, shaking his head. "I don't know about you, but I at least need some sleep." He pushed the bright yellow shirt with the, 'Downtown Tokyo', lettering, and the blue boxers with clouds to the side, pointing at them. "Those are the largest things I've got. I think they should fit. I didn't know if you wanted a shirt." Taking off the towel he sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped on the red boxers he had chosen for himself.

As he witnessed the silver-haired teen drop his towel, Yamamoto quickly looked away in order to not be taken in by the beautiful sight. The taller teen tried to still his fast beating heart, and the excitement that was beginning to course through him at the thought of Gokudera slipping on his boxers against those smooth, creamy legs.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Yamamoto walked over to the bed and picked up the two pieces of clothing. Looking down at the set of clothes that were now in his possession, the swordsman smiled happily to himself. He didn't hesitate to bury his face into the yellow shirt and take in the scent of his beloved bomber, the fabric still carrying the slight smell of cigarette smoke (even though Gokudera had quit smoking a while back) and gunpowder.

Eager like a little boy on Christmas morning, the excited Rain Guardian took off his towel and slipped on the blue boxers with the cloud design; the fabric fitting snuggly around his waist. And then, even though he usually didn't wear night shirts (he only did if he was sleeping over at someone's house, or during the winter), Yamamoto never paused in trying the shirt on. It was a little more of a tight fit than the boxers, but not uncomfortable. The shirt at least reached his waist too, even though it would ride up occasionally to show a bit of tanned stomach.

"I like them!" Yamamoto stated happily with a 1000-watt smile taking up his entire face. The world would have to abruptly come to an end in order to make the young jock feel even the slightest twinge of disappointment at that moment, but even if it did, Yamamoto knew he would die a very happy man regardless.

Just as Gokudera had slipped on his shorts, the jock took the t-shirt he had laid out for him and actually buried his face in it. Totally flustered at the sight, the little bomber stuttered. "Wh-what the hell are you doing?" A new blush flushed his cheeks. He knew the answer to his startled question, and was embarrassed about it, but at the same time he actually thought the act cute. What the heck was going on with him?

While he still stared slightly incredulous at the athlete, Yamamoto stripped the towel to slip into the new clothes. Gokudera couldn't help but stare. "Damn..." He whispered to himself. Those boxers had never ever looked so fucking good than right now. While they were loose and comfy for him as sleeping boxers in a hot, humid summer, they fit utterly snug to Yamamoto's lean hips. The same went for the shirt. It was so tight, it hugged every rippling muscle. It's sunny yellow color served only to highlight the tanned skin, setting it off perfectly. "Me, too," Gokudera breathed, only to realize he had uttered what was supposed to be only in his thoughts. His flush deepened, and he forcibly pulled away his gaze, turning to look at the pillows.

"We...we should lie down before Uri decides he's done with your sock and takes over the bed again." He had two pillows on his bed, which were usually piled on top of each other. Now he pulled them apart, so they both had one.

Yamamoto never expected to hear Gokudera's breathless reply. The taller teen's cheeks flushed with scarlet, and he swallowed thickly as Gokudera's piercing green eyes roved over his body in appreciation. It took all of Yamamoto's will power not to get turned on again.

Thankfully, before all the blood in his body could rush downwards, Gokudera looked away out of embarrassment and offered that they head to bed. Yamamoto just nodded in agreement as he made his way over to the bed, his eyes dead-set on the mattress. The bed was big enough for Gokudera to sleep on comfortably, but with another person added to it, there wouldn't be much free room left over. That meant that no matter what, in order to sleep in the same bed, Yamamoto and Gokudera would have to be touching in some way.

The young jock's heart skipped a beat as he finally crawled onto the bed and got himself comfortable under the covers. Laying his head against the pillow the little Italian had set out for him, Yamamoto peered up towards Gokudera with an excited, but slightly nervous, expression.

"Are you ready?" He asked gently as he shifted slightly to allow Gokudera more access to lie down.

As the feisty Italian busied himself with the pillows, he couldn't see Yamamoto nodding his agreement. He only heard the other approach, and felt the bed dip as he sat down. Scuttling to the edge of the bed, Gokudera made as much room as possible. He was well aware that the bed was a bit small for two, but actually, that wasn't inconvenient for what he wanted anyway.

Looking into those hazel eyes once again as Yamamoto asked him, Gokudera nodded. The other one had made himself as small as possible. Lifting the cover, he slipped in, feeling the heat radiating off Yamamoto immediately. A sigh escaped him. He felt his heart-beat pick up again as nervousness took over. Leaving only a very few inches between them, he settled for the moment.

He searched out Yamamoto's eyes again, taking a breath to steady himself. After what they had done tonight, this shouldn't have been so hard, but it was. What they had done was physical, this...this was different. His cheeks turned rosy again as he finally dared to ask in a soft voice. "Takeshi, would you hold me?" Insecurity was lacing his voice way more than he would have hoped. His heart was hammering against his ribs now. There was nothing he could do to fight the deep seated fear of rejection.

Seeing the other nod and start to shift under the covers, Yamamoto just watched as Gokudera settled down a couple of inches away from him, hesitancy and nervousness evident in his features as well. The taller teen didn't know why it was so hard for them to lie down and just sleep beside each other after all of the physical activity they had just experienced, but for some reason, it was. This was yet another step in cementing the fact that they wanted and cared for each other; another step in their relationship. So, naturally, it would be difficult and nerve-wracking, right?

Even with that thought though, Yamamoto didn't expect the next words that came from those deliciously soft lips. When he heard them, he forgot how to even breathe. The young jock just stared at the other in complete shock, never expecting Gokudera would want to be so intimate while they slept. In actuality, he expected that Gokudera would let him spoon him or something from behind, just as long as they didn't face each other, because of embarrassment or due to shyness, but here Gokudera was, facing him and asking to be held. Yamamoto never felt so honored in his entire life.

"Of course," the taller teen spoke just as softy, his voice wavering with conviction and need. "I wanted to from the beginning, but I was afraid it would scare you away."

Yamamoto stared deeply into Gokudera's eyes for another moment before he gathered his nerve and shifted forward. When his big, strong arms finally wrapped around the smaller bomber's body, they drew the other forward and into Yamamoto's chest. The Rain Guardian had never felt anything so…perfect as he did then. Gokudera fitted so easily against him, as if he was destined to, and the Italian's little, silvery head just rested right below his chin. Yamamoto kissed the top of that head as he held the other close to him, feeling Gokudera breathe against his chest. The dark-haired teen then intertwined their legs together to get himself even closer to the little bomber. He also knew for a fact that Gokudera moved around a lot in his sleep from all the sleepovers they had at Tsuna's house, so by holding him this way, there was a less likely chance that Gokudera would move around as much and disturb their sleep. Well, that's what Yamamoto hoped for anyway. Either way, he didn't mind, because Gokudera tended to fall onto his sleeping mat or even him whenever they had those sleepovers, so right now wouldn't make any difference.

Those thoughts aside, Yamamoto could finally feel his nerves subside as the warmth of the other emanated around him. The young athlete sighed in contentment, feeling completely and utterly relaxed, and ready to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, Gokudera," the taller teen whispered in his beloved's ear before he placed his chin on top of the smaller teen's head once again, and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

When Yamamoto just stared at him, not answering immediately, Gokudera felt his fears rising. He shouldn't have. Putting himself out there just never ended too well for him. But then the jock finally answered, his words sending a flood of warmth through the little bomber. The hazel eyes gazing into his looked so caring, the warmth only deepened.

Snaking one arm underneath him, Yamamoto wrapped both around him and drew him close. A deep, satisfied sigh left the Italian's lips. He was covered in the athlete's heat; two strong arms holding him, and molding him to the taller one's body perfectly as if it was meant to be. Gokudera felt safe, but even more so, at this moment, he felt loved.

As hot and satisfying as this night had been, as good as he had felt, it was nothing compared to the way he felt right now as he got a gentle, chaste kiss on the top of his head. Yamamoto shifted, interlacing their legs. Gokudera used this motion to wrap his arms around the taller one, too. It was an incredibly powerful feeling to him, being held and holding Yamamoto in his arms. He had never thought anything like this possible. It was like a dream, but it felt so unimaginably better.

A tremor went through his body at the soft spoken wish. Overwhelmed by feelings he buried most of the time, Gokudera did not trust his voice enough to answer. His face buried in the jock's neck, he softly kissed it, as he stroked Yamamoto's back instead.

Feeling the silver-haired teen's affectionate touches, Yamamoto squeezed the other to him a little tighter before he felt the fatigue from the day finally catch up with him. Before the young jock knew it, he lost consciousness shortly after.