A/N: This is a super late fic (two years late can you believe it) for the prompt VI - 6. Yamamoto/Gokudera: kinky - "You want me to wear a skirt?" for khrfest. So whoever gave the prompt I'm terribly sorry for being late! And I hope this will pass as an apology for the two-year absence for this series? *puppy eyes*
Please enjoy!
Roles of the Day: Schoolgirl and uh, schoolboy.
It's a Friggin' Skirt
If only he hadn't gotten drunk. If only he hadn't gotten drunk and opened his bigassed mouth. If only he hadn't gotten drunk and opened his bigassed mouth and retort Lawn Head's 'you ugly duck' insults by proclaiming that he was so damn hot even 'guys will want to fuck me if I dress up as a bitch!'.
Now he is stuck wearing a skirt to prove his appeal.
And as if giving that Lawn Head a half-erection wasn't enough -that bastard, the atrocity!--, he had to seduce someone else who was not involved in this stupid gamble. (Ryohei had cunningly roped in Tsuna to make full use of this opportunity.) The stupidest and least likely to get seduced of the lot. That big, hopelessly massive baseball idiot.
"Gokudera? Are you... Gokudera?" The silver-head noticed the corner of one side of Yamamoto's lips faintly jerk up in amusement. "Seriously... Gokudera?"
"Tch," aware that the only other person in the room was peering so hard at him it was as though he had x-ray vision, Gokudera crossed his arms, feigning annoyance for good measure. "What, do you need a DNA test?"
Yamamoto laughed nervously at the not-so-funny joke. "Well, it's just..." It's just that Gokudera's wearing the girl's uniform and his skirt is so short and showing so much of his legs and it's making Yamamoto feel weird down there. "...you look different. Did you cut your hair?"
A scowl ripped across Gokudera's face once more. He didn't get it; he had everything planned out meticulously. He sneaked in some erotic magazines under the idiot's desk, he locked the both of them inside an empty classroom, he's wearing a freaking skirt for fuck's sake and letting him eye him like a fucking zoo exhibit. Get aroused already you twit!Gokudera imagined himself yelling.
"Are you fucking blind?" He consciously jutted out one side of his hips, mimicking the girls on those late-night television programmes. Is he looking here? Yes, look here some more. Soon enough, you'll be begging for more.
Yamamoto's gaze lingered at the hemline of the skirt, wondering -and secretly hoping- if it was possible for it to fly up even more. "Er... n-no. Not really," the athlete cleared his throat after realising his voice had cracked a little. "This uh... really suits you."
Well, at least it's all according to plan. Currently, the intelligent boy's brain was filled with ideas on 'how to make some idiot who's been staring at your legs want to stare at your ass.' Step one, bring attention to your ass.
He gave a snort and turned around, a little too purposely. He killed every cell in his body trying to resist the urge to pull down his skirt when he felt the cloth drifting a bit too far up. Yamamoto could only gape at the long, white legs move in front of each other while the Italian strolled over to the teacher's desk. He looked on when Gokudera turned around once more -Yamamoto's eyes straining, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever he could catch a glimpse of when the skirt moved- hopped back and pushed himself onto the table. And all the more he looked on when Gokudera smoothly crossed his legs. "Aren't you gonna ask why?"
Gokudera's unusually unagitated voice ripped Yamamoto's gaze away to look at those uneasy, worry-filled eyes. Was that a bland hue of red on his face? "Um, why?" he obeyed, not knowing how else to respond, or even bothering to think of a response for that matter.
No, actually, there were many thoughts running haphazardly in his head. What happened to Gokudera? Is Gokudera actually a girl? What kind of panties does Gokudera wear?But obviously the Rain Guardian is someone who treasured his life too much to risk asking these questions.
"Because I need to make you horny."
Well that's frank. "Um, what for?" Not that he cared, because he was just interested in what was in front of him.
"For..." If he's going to tell this goofball of an idiot he got drunk and turned into a slut in all his drunken glory, he would rather suffocate to death by a toilet plunger. "Ugh, there's no need for you to know."
"Anyway," Gokudera started again, eager to get this humiliating thing over and done with. Goddamnit, he felt so like a fucking whore. He slowly raised his fingers to pop the first button of his blouse. He demanded, impatient, "Are you hard yet?" Because I am starting to feel something, and if you're not, I would very much like to bomb your ass into oblivion.
As much enthusiasm as he had looking at Gokudera, Yamamoto was a little disappointed when he checked his pants. "Nope, nothing," he announced. Maybe this was heaven telling him that it was wrong. He cocked his head up. "Gokudera, I don't think we should do this..."
"Why not?" His fingers were moving to the second button. The idiot's eyes were not on him any more. All of a sudden he felt so unwanted.
"Because my dad told me that I should never do such things before I get married and well, because we're friends and all along I've thought Gokudera was a boy but I didn't know you're a girl an-"
Goddamnit, no way is he going to allow some idiot let his efforts go to fucking waste! "Fuck," he cut him off and leapt off the desk, marching over to the taller teen. He should have known indirect approaches are doomed to fail with idiots; they need outright intervention.
The next thing Yamamoto felt was a violent shove and he toppled over, landing on a chair. Within a split second he found Gokudera sitting on his lap, the Italian's face so dangerously close. "Look, I am going to make you hard and that's that, okay." Intense, jade-green orbs penetrated honey-brown ones.
Without waiting for an answer Gokudera started rocking against Yamamoto's hip. Yamamoto could feel the bomber's bones kneading the muscles on his thighs. Wow, Gokudera is really skinny. He unconsciously landed his large palms on both sides of Gokudera's thighs - those smooth, milky thighs -, letting all his little remnants of sense fizzle away.
"Hah..." He could feel Gokudera's warm, moist breath fan over his face. He too, let out a low grunt as he gradually felt the pace of the grinding accentuate.
The younger boy felt something stiffening as Yamamoto's erection awakened. He smirked. Mission accomplished. But shit, I can't stop.
"Gokudera... so you're really a boy?" Yamamoto gasped more than asked. He too, had felt Gokudera's rock-hard cock with his own. The very thought of it made his member throb even more frantically.
A strengthless head fell onto his broad shoulder, reduced to nothing but pants as the rocking continued. "Of course, idiot." His answer was almost inaudible.
Yamamoto curiously slid one side of Gokudera's blouse off his shoulder, revealing the elegant shoulder frame. Eyes half-lidded with want, he dived down and nibbled the patch of tender flesh, tasting his milk-scented soap with the tip of his tongue. This elicited a not-very-well-concealed moan from the lithe boy.
His hand trailed along his taut calves, brushed past his shaky knees, up his silky smooth thighs and eventually the skirt, which Yamamoto promptly pushed up so he could caress more of the velvety, creamy skin. Finally, it reached the raging hard-on being hidden by the offensive fabric. He broke apart from the biting, and asked the boy who was clenching his fist so tightly on his shirt, "Gokudera, can I?"
The only response he got was a strained nod. Smacking his lips, he carefully lifted the skirt, only to discover yet another layer of fabric to uncover. Deciding that this was going to be rather inefficient, he hauled Gokudera up and laid him on a nearby desk. The Italian started to protest, "wait, not thi- nn!"
His breath hitched as the swordsman scraped the tip of his teeth with the mound under the wet fabric. He closed his lips around the head, brushing the flat of his tongue across every area within his reach. The tip of his tongue travelled from the slit leaking with pre-cum, down across the bulb, and up and down and everywhere along the shaft. Gokudera's fingers sank into the soft spiky black hair, as he felt his legs spread wider apart. Fuck he hated this, feeling so vulnerable and so fucking like a whore.
Then the teasing ceased. Yamamoto caught the elastic band at the side of the cock and tugged it aside, resting it against the contours of the dick itself. He gulped. Gokudera just looked so erotic with his skirt flipped over and letting him see his furiously red cock which contrasted so sharply with the rest of his porcelain skin. Gokudera just cringed even more at the cool air hitting the sensitive flesh.
Reaching for his zippers, the taller teen said, "Gokudera, I can't take it any more." He unzipped and released his own pulsating member, feeling a little coy to let Gokudera see this.
He leaned forward, wrapping his fingers around both Gokudera's and his cocks, and pressed them together, closing every inch of space between them. He moved his hips again, drawing out cracked moans and grunts from both boys. Nimble fingers did not forget to desperately rub the burning shafts. His thumb, meanwhile, hovered over the madly leaking heads and stroked fiercely.
"Haa... I'm feeling... I'm... I'm comin- Ahh...!" Gokudera's words turned incomprehensible as soon as his breath got caught inside his throat. Bright flashes hit him as he flipped his head back. White liquid spilled and stained the damned skirt.
Remembering that the idiot had yet to come, Gokudera got caught between leaving him alone or helping him. Eventually he picked the latter, just so he could add salt to the wound. With shaky arms, he crawled over to Yamamoto. He clumsily caught hold of his cock -holy shit this guy's a monster- and slid up and down and up and down and up and down. "Ah Goku-..." Shit how the hell can an idiot get so wet? "Haa... Nngh...!" In any case, let's just hope he's going to be done very quickly so-
"Ah no I'm co-"
Hot juice splattered onto his face.
[-]
From then on, Gokudera vowed to not speak to Yamamoto ever again until he learns to warn others beforehand, and taught himself to never take Ryohei's dares seriously.
A/N: Thank you for reading and if it made your day any less boring, I'm really happy! (: