Yamamoto woke up to his phone ringing.
Last night had probably been the best one night stand of his life; and maybe even the best night in general. The man he had found had not only been sexy beyond belief, but had had a great personality and actually didn't get impatient with Yamamoto's attempts at flirting and kindness. Or, at least, not too impatient.
Yamamoto couldn't help but feel attracted to the silver-haired beauty. He wanted nothing more than to be able to make the man a nice breakfast, let him use his crappy (but at least it worked) shower, and give him some painkillers before he left to never be seen again. There was a smile on Yamamoto's face as he dreamed about it.
And then, of course, his phone had to ruin everything.
The baseball player groaned and rolled over onto his back, throwing his arm around until he found the bedside table and eventually his phone. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he answered without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Happy birthday!" A loud shout came from the phone's speakers. Yamamoto winced and held the phone away from his ear.
"Thanks, Pops…" Yamamoto felt like falling asleep. How was his father so energetic this early? And why was his dad calling him so early in the morning in the first place? Did he not know the meaning of sleeping in?
"Man, it seems like just yesterday that you were running around the house at three, but now you're twenty-five! It's so hard to believe! We have to celebrate, most definitely! You haven't come to visit in a while and wouldn't you like to spend the day with your old man?" Tsuyoshi rambled. Yamamoto wondered if he could get away with dozing off as he listened to his dad talk non-stop. "Well, we have a lot to catch up on, son! Now, I know that you're probably a busy adult, so I saved you the trouble of coming out here! I'll be at your apartment in twenty minutes!"
Yamamoto's eyes snapped open at that. He looked over in rising panic at the man who was still sleeping beside him. Shit! How was he supposed to treat the man nicely if his dad was going to be here in twenty minutes?! He couldn't let his dad know that he slept with men he didn't know! Or that he slept with them at all!
"Wait, dad-!" Yamamoto needed to stall for more time. Otherwise…
"See you soon!" And with that, Tsuyoshi hung up.
Yamamoto bolted upright, staring at his phone in disbelief. He gaped at it for who knows how long before he realized he was wasting time.
Springing out of bed, Yamamoto hurriedly sorted through the clothes on the floor; trying to find which ones were his. He eventually found his pants and boxers, pulling them on quickly before trying to find his shirt. His panicked brain then realized that he could at least offer the other man a shower, and that would take too long if he went to the trouble of finding his shirt first.
He crawled to the other side of the bed and, not liking this one bit, gently shook the other man awake. The man grunted and slowly rolled onto his back, wincing as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked groggy, and Yamamoto felt awful for making him get up.
"I'm sorry, but you have to leave now. My dad's coming over in twenty minutes and I can't let him see us like this…" He murmured, guilt lacing his words. He looked up at his one-night stand desperately. "Um… I wanted to make you breakfast, but there's no time for that. There's a shower in that room over there…"
"Ah, you're one of those guys who don't tell his parents about his hobby." The other man yawned and stretched, brushing a hand through his silver hair before getting up in what looked to be a very painful manner.
"Don't apologize; you've treated me better than most men. Some guys kick me out right after the sex because their wife's going to come home," the man continued, walking over to where Yamamoto was to get his clothes. Yamamoto averted his eyes; a heavy blush appearing onto his cheeks.
"T-that's horrible…" Yamamoto stuttered as he bent down to help the other man who was obviously in a lot of pain. Yamamoto wondered guiltily if he'd been too rough last night.
The other man shrugged.
"I'm used to it."
The man finally gathered his clothes and carried them in a heap as he limped over to where Yamamoto had told him the shower was. Yamamoto lifted his head to say something, only to be greeted by a sight he hadn't noticed last night. He barely stopped himself from gasping in shock.
The man had two identical skull and crossbones tattoos on his forearms; one on each muscle. They were perfectly symmetrical, but those weren't what had first caught Yamamoto's attention. Crawling up from his lower back to his shoulder blades were deep red scars. They stood out against the man's pale skin, licking up his back in the shape of flames. They looked incredibly painful; or at least probably had at the time when the man had actually got them.
Before Yamamoto could ask where he'd gotten them, though, the man had disappeared into the bathroom and had shut the door behind him.
Yamamoto sat there for a while, in stupefied shock, before he remembered that he was, once again, wasting time. Picking up the last piece of clothing on the floor, which was his shirt, he threw it on and almost sprinted the few feet into his kitchenette. It was probably completely unnecessary, but Yamamoto was panicking here!
He went to the cabinets and started digging through them. He knew he had a bottle of Ibuprofen in here somewhere… Smiling in triumph, he found them and matched the small arrows on the cap and rim before pushing the bottle open with his thumb. He then poured four of the small red tablets into a small plastic bag and set them on the counter. One thing down.
Yamamoto took a breather. He could do this.
Moving over to where the stove was, Yamamoto reached up to dig around in the cabinets above the oven. With some kind of luck, he was able to find a McDonalds Happy Meal. It wasn't much of a breakfast, but it was probably better than whatever he could fix up in a few minutes. McDonalds was terrible, but it was better than nothing.
Setting that by the small bag of painkillers, Yamamoto leaned against the table and wondered if there was anything else he wanted to give his one-night stand before he had to rudely kick him out. Yamamoto heard the shower turn off and realized he didn't have much time.
Before his brain even registered what he was doing, Yamamoto was scribbling some numbers onto a small slip of paper. He held it in his hand, trying not to look too suspicious as the other man finally came out of the bathroom.
Yamamoto jumped into action and began to ramble as he reached for the items he'd placed on the table.
"Again, I'm really sorry about having to kick you out, but I got you some painkillers and a McDonalds Happy Meal…" Yamamoto stopped dead as he looked up at his one-night stand, his jaw dropping.
The man had completely transformed himself in five minutes. He was wearing a white tank top covered by a black baggy jacket that kept slipping down one shoulder and showing off the man's tattoo. He was also wearing slightly baggy black pants and a red belt that wasn't buckled and just hung loosely to one side. A red leather strap and a chain hooked themselves to part of the belt and lead to the man's back pocket. Attached to the strap was an iPhone in a white and black case. Red straps were also circled around the man's wrists and he wore a red necklace that held a gray pendulum.
And, as if to top off the look, the man's bangs were pulled back and held down with two black hairclips.
Yamamoto felt all of the blood in his body rush downwards, but his slow brain was still wondering where the man had gotten all of those clothes since he had not been wearing them the night before.
Then Yamamoto noticed the bag in the man's hand.
"I hope you don't mind, I borrowed some pants and boxers since mine were kind of dirty," the man said as he limped into the kitchen area. He placed his bag down, and Yamamoto was able to catch a glimpse of the sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and dynamite patterned boxers, that the man had been wearing before, inside.
However, he quickly became uninterested. He couldn't take his eyes off the man for long.
He was just so… sexy.
Yamamoto almost asked if the man minded going another round before remembering the situation at hand. And that the man was staring at him with an eyebrow raised, no doubt waiting for Yamamoto to reply to what he'd just said.
"Uh… y-yeah, that's fine…" Yamamoto stuttered. He honestly couldn't remember what the man had said, but he hoped his answer made some kind of logical sense.
Shaking his head to get his brain back to functioning, he tried to ignore the sexiness of the other man as he placed the painkillers in his one night stand's bag. He then handed him the Happy Meal.
"Thanks." The man looked up at Yamamoto for a moment before turning away. "I guess I'll leave you now so that you don't have any explaining to do for your dad."
He then started to walk away, but Yamamoto, with one last act on insanity, grabbed the man's wrist and dragged him back into his chest; leaning down to kiss the other gently. He then slipped the piece of paper into the man's back pocket; next to the iPhone.
"Call me some time," Yamamoto whispered as they broke apart. The man gave him a weird look, and for a moment Yamamoto wondered if he'd been too forward.
But, then, the smallest smile came onto the man's face.
"Sure thing."
The other man then opened the door and stepped out, the bright morning sun casting over him and making his many earrings glitter. They almost blinded Yamamoto, along with the pure angelic sexiness the man had. He laughed to himself.
That probably wasn't even possible.
Yamamoto slumped back on the table, giving a huge sigh of relief as the door finally closed. He'd successfully hidden his secret. He wouldn't tell his father anything until he found a legit boyfriend; and even then he wouldn't say anything about the number of men he'd slept with or how he actually picked up his boyfriend.
It wasn't really something you said to your dad.
Stretching, Yamamoto turned to the stove where he planned to start making Egg Benedict and bacon. He knew it was his dad's favorite breakfast, and he wanted to make it even if it was his birthday and not his father's.
His mind, however, was not on the breakfast he was making.
The man he'd slept with last night wouldn't get out of his thoughts. He felt slight regret that he couldn't give him the treatment he wanted to, but Yamamoto was immensely happy that he was able to successfully give him his phone number. Maybe, if the man ever actually called him back, he could treat him nicely the next time.
Yamamoto also couldn't stop thinking about just how damn sexy the man had looked this morning. He had to watch where his thoughts were straying or he might have a seriously bad hard-on while his dad was over.
Suddenly, though, the door slammed open and a cheery, "hello!" sounded from the doorway. Yamamoto jumped, shocked out of his thoughts. He sighed and felt even more relieved that he was able to get his one night stand out; they had just barely made it.
Yamamoto turned around.
"Hey dad! How are-?" The words died in Yamamoto's throat, and his eyes widened considerably.
"Hey, Takeshi! I caught you trying to kick your friend out when I came over! What was that for? Did you not want me to meet him?" Tsuyoshi asked cheerfully. Yamamoto felt like he was going to keel over.
For there, in the doorway (being pushed in by Tsuyoshi), was Yamamoto's one-night stand.
(A/N) I bet you guys absolutely loved the cliff hanger xD Well, there's the next chapter! :D I really like the idea of Gokudera having tattoos for some reason; it just seems like something he'd do along with getting his ears pierced a million times! Anyway, thanks for reading!