melissa_42

Title: Refreshments
Characters/Pairing: 5980
Rating: R for language and sexual situations (sorry for the half-assed pseudo-smut)
Prompt: khrfest IV-68. Gokudera/Yamamoto – distraction, “You’ve got a milk mustache, you idiot!
Word Count: 1,904
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira
Summary: Gokudera's imagination gets a little out of hand when Yamamoto drinks milk.

The weatherman had said that it might rain next week, but he’d failed to mention that this week would be hotter than Satan’s groin in August. As soon as my feeble excuse for an oscillating fan kicked the bucket, I hightailed it to the Tenth’s house.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Gokudera-kun! Tsu-kun went out to play with Reborn-chan,” the angelic looking Sawada-san informed me. I should have known Reborn wouldn’t let the Tenth just sit around the house during summer break.

“But Bianchi-san is here. Let me go get her.”

It only took me three seconds to sprint out the front gate and halfway down the block—a new record. Now I was sweating like a pig, but at least I wasn’t sweating like a nauseated pig. With the Tenth gone and Bianchi around, I’d have to find a new refuge from the sun. There was really no other place I could think of besides Yamamoto’s. Imminent heat stroke was absolutely no excuse to spend time at the baseball idiot’s house, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I could use the excuse of grilling his ass over the next math test. Surely the school should have a policy of not letting idiots go on summer break. The Tenth deserved some time off, of course, and at least he was using the time wisely by training with Reborn. Yamamoto, on the other hand, had probably already forgotten everything we had learned the past months within the course of a few hours. The baseball diamond was obviously a black hole for knowledge.

As I sauntered into Takezushi, it occurred to me that the baseball idiot might actually be playing baseball at the moment. I was torn between hoping for Yamamoto to be at home and wishing that he’d be dead of dehydration in a park somewhere, body already rotting in the sweltering heat. The second option sounded like a dream come true, but it would make the Tenth sad and I would have to find another place to escape the weather.

Luckily Yamamoto’s father ushered me upstairs, saying how excited his son would be to see me. He was right. I was nearly was blown over by the idiot’s enthusiasm as I entered his room.

“Oh, hi Gokudera! I’m glad you came over! It sure is hot out, isn’t it?”

“No time for chitchat. I’m here to pound some math into that useless head of yours, “ I growled. Yamamoto beamed up at me from the floor, a sports magazine lying idly in his lap.

“Do you want anything to drink, first?” Always such a polite host. Dork.

“No,” I snapped, “We shouldn’t waste time.” But the idiot was already up and pushing past me out the room.

“Well, I’m a little thirsty myself, so just sit anywhere and I’ll be right back.”

I sat down at the low table next to his bed. The high pitched drone of cicadas was partially covered up by the whir of the fan sitting near Yamamoto’s window as it blew sweet, blessed relief throughout the room. Waving gently in the breeze, the pages of the idiot’s magazine were open to an article about some player for the Tokyo Yakult Swallows. I seethed. Such useless information would never help the Tenth if he were in danger! I’d have to have a talk with the retard as soon as he came back.

“Haha, so you’re interested in Kawashima, too?” I whipped around, glaring at Yamamoto’s dense grin.

“No, I was just seeing if you were reading up on any information that would be vital to the Tenth. Which you’re obviously not.”

“Ahaha, I guess not. So you said you were here to work on math? I thought we didn’t have any homework over break.” I snorted.

“Having no homework is no excuse for you to slack off in school. A halfwit like you is an embarrassment to the Vongola. Mafia men should know basic algebra.”

“Ok, ok!” Yamamoto shot me another smile before sipping from the glass of milk in his hand. My brow wrinkled in disgust.

“How can you possibly drink that shit in this weather? Besides, I thought Asians were lactose intolerant.”

“Haha, that just means I need to drink enough milk to make up for those who can’t drink it!” He took another swig, this time letting it splash up over his lips. When he pulled the glass away, a thick white coating was left above his mouth.

I blinked. Twice.

“You’ve got a milk mustache, you idiot!” Thank God I didn’t stutter, because it felt like my insides were imploding. My imagination was much too vivid for my own good. Images of Yamamoto’s face decorated with creamy liquid burst into my mind and were immediately squashed by my own self-preservation. There was no way that retard’s face would be getting near enough to my dick to—No, no!! I did not just think that! But I had already passed the point of no return as my pants grew tighter at the thought of jacking myself off into Yamamoto’s mouth.

“Hey, Gokudera? Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, I am feeling quite well today, thank you, although it would be nice if the weather were a bit more pleasant,” was supposed to be my eloquent reply. Instead it came out as, “Nnngh, wha—?”

Yamamoto leaned in closer, the milk still gracing his lips. No, my heart did not skip a beat when I felt his breath tickle my nose. Well, maybe it did, but I must have just had a heart murmur. I should really get that checked out.

“No, seriously, you don’t look so great. Do you want to lie down? I can get you some water.” With that concerned look on his face, he looked kind of cu—No! He looked like a moron! Get a hold of yourself, Gokudera!

“Uhh, water. Nice. Water would be nice,” I needed to get the idiot out of the room before he noticed the problem in my pants. With a brief nod and a grin, he set his milk on the table and hurried downstairs.

Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me? I’d never thought of Yamamoto in that way before. The heat must be messing with my mind.

A fluttering movement caught my eye—Yamamoto’s magazine. Yes! A distraction was exactly what I needed! I willed my growing erection to calm down as my eyes scanned the article about Kawashima.

Kawashima Ryo, who won the Central League Rookie of the Year Award, continues to play with the enthusiasm he had when he first joined the Tokyo Yakult Swallows.

What the fuck was this shit?! The vapid article was just making me think of how sexy Yamamoto looked in his baseball uniform. Wait—sexy?!!?! My cock twitched at the thought of sweat running down the other boy’s neck and back until it reached its final destination at the waistband of his pants. Damnit, this was not helping at all. Ok, ok, Gokudera, calm down. Think of non-sexy things. Like porcupines. And Ebola.

“Are you feeling any better yet?”

I nearly jumped onto the ceiling. Yamamoto had returned with a pitcher of water and a glass. Setting them down on the table next to the milk, he gently laid the back of his hand against my forehead. The contact between our skin shot bolts of electricity straight to my groin. Panting, I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and frowned at me.

“Calm down, Gokudera. I’m just trying to help.”

“Get off me, you idiot! I’m fine!” I shouted. He froze for a second before loosening his grip on me. With a sigh, he grabbed his milk and raised it to his lips. Another milk moustache, goddamnit. I lowered my gaze, trying to avoid is face.

“Would you cut that out.”

“What?”

“The milk,” I huffed. “Stop being so messy with it.”

“You mean like this?” He grinned and splashed even more milk on his lips before cleaning it off with a swipe of his tongue. God, that could have been my tongue…

Awesome. I had officially gone insane. The moron’s eyebrows shot up as I smacked my head onto the table, clutching at my hair.

“Woah, woah, woah! I’ll stop if it bothers you that much!” Turning to glare at him, I shot out my arm to grasp at the front of his T-shirt.

“Fuck you,” I growled before smashing my lips onto his. A muffled squeak escaped him before he raised his arms up to clutch at my shoulders. Leaning into the kiss, I swept my tongue across the seam of his lips, causing him to gasp. The sensation of our tongues sliding against each other was too much to handle, but I needed more.

I wasn’t really sure how I felt about Yamamoto, but apparently I didn’t hate him as much as I’d assumed. As he shifted to nibble my ear, I decided that maybe—just maybe—I could deal with his idiotic antics if it meant we could do this more often. I’d just have to be more tolerant.

Then Yamamoto’s knee pushed against my crotch and I let out a low groan, gripping his hair and pulling him off me. His flushed cheeks and hooded, glazed over eyes were just too goddamn sexy. Whatever good judgment I had left flew the coop.

“I want you to suck me,” I growled, pushing his head down until it was level with my groin. He gazed up at me and gave a lazy grin before fumbling with my belt and zipper. Finally, freeing the prize from its confinements, he stopped and glanced up at me once more.

“Are you sure about this Gokudera?”

“Jesus-fucking-Christ! Would you quit wussing out you big gi—Ohshitfuck!!” He swallowed me without any more pretenses; I’d seriously never felt anything more heavenly. Squeezing the base with his hands, he sloppily licked along the underside before parting his lips and taking me in once more.

Seeing as it was my first sexual experience with anyone, it wasn’t long before I was close to finishing. Yamamoto was swirling his tongue around my tip when I felt my balls tighten unbearably. Pushing him off me, I roughly fisted my dick and released myself onto his face a few seconds later.

Fuck, that was amazing. We both lay there, panting for a while. As I zipped up my fly, I heard a noise at the door.

“Hey boys, everything alright up here? I heard some shouting earlier.” Yamamoto’s father stood in the doorway. Gulping, I glanced over at Yamamoto who still had my cum splattered on his cheek and chin. Dear God, please kill me right now.

“Haha, Gokudera was just complaining about my milk, and then he splashed it on my face. Don’t worry!” Yamamoto replied, grinning up at his father. The older man chuckled and turned to leave, muttering “Boys will be boys.” As soon as he’d left, I rounded on Yamamoto.

“He splashed it on my face?! What is your brain made of, lint?!”

“Well, he bought it, and that’s all that matters, right?” He wiped the cum off his skin before licking it off his fingers. “Besides, isn’t that what turned you on at first? I should drink milk around you all the time!”

Tolerance be damned I thought as I punched the smirk off his face.