Just the two of us

**For my baseball idiot**


From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care

Shiver - Coldplay

The boys were lazying on the wooden veranda looking out the the courtyard of Yamamoto's family dojo. The hot day was slowly turning into a quiet evening and as the smoke from Gokudera's cigarette drifted outside Yamamoto pushed the plate of water melon rinds away, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his yukata. He turned to look at Gokudera who was lying on his back staring at the ceiling thoughtfully, puffing away the last of his cigarette. Yamamoto reached his hand and took the cigarette butt from Gokudera's fingers and put it away neatly before turning back to the other boy who still wasn't looking at him.

Yamamoto's hand reached out and as an attempt to get more attention he playfully nudged at the corner of Gokudera's yukata, edging it up the other boy's thigh. Gokudera threw him an annoyed glance and pulled his yukata down again.

"Idiot! It's far too hot for that!" he sneered but Yamamoto smiled.
"That's not what you said earlier..." he smirked as he grabbed the yukata, more forcefully this time.

Gokudera swatted his hand away and started getting up, revealing a skinny thigh in the process that Yamamoto's fingers immediately reached out for.

"Let me go! I need go and check on..." and both boys froze. Gokudera swallowed and defiantly raised his chin. "...the tenth!" he finished angrily as he pushed Yamamoto's hand away.

Yamamoto wasn't smiling anymore and he turned away, clenching his teeth. Gokudera didn't say anything either but slowly stood up, rearranging his yukata.

"Why do you have to bring him up... every single time..." Yamamoto said in a quiet voice, trying to hold back the anger in his voice. "Is that what... do you think of him when I touch you?"

Gokudera stopped for a second but then huffed without answering and was about to leave when Yamamoto grabbed his ankle.

"I said, do you think of him when I screw you?" Yamamoto said in a louder voice and didn't let his grip loosen even when Gokudera struggled against him.

The other boy was quiet for few seconds and then tried again to kick his ankle free.

"I don't need to answer to you..." he started but Yamamoto pulled on his ankle making the other boy lose his balance and painfully collapse onto his knees.

Yamamoto was on Gokudera in a flash, pulling the yukata off his shoulders trapping his arms behind his back pushing the boy's face to the wooden floor. Gokudera gave a half-hearted attempt to resist, hissing and growling as the heavier boy pressed him down.

"Can't I make you forget him, even for a little while..." Yamamoto mumbled into Gokudera's ear and his soft smile was back.

Neither of them were wearing underwear - after having had sex just a while earlier they hadn't bothered, and smell of Gokudera's hair and sweat and faint smell of sex on his skin made Yamamoto hard again. He ground his hips against the boy under him and Gokudera struggled again, panting.

"Let me... go..." he hissed trying to free his arms, but Yamamoto held on.

Yamamoto licked Gokudera's ear, then bit into the soft earlobe pulling it with his teeth. Gokudera gasped and his body jerked, and Yamamoto pressed his erection against the other boy again, hiking up his yukata.

"If you stop struggling I'll make you feel good again..." he whispered with a faint smile and ran his tongue down Gokudera's neck, nipping it with his teeth sending shivers down the other boy's back.

Yamamoto slowly loosened his grip on his right hand and slipped it over Gokudera's shoulder, brushing his nipple with his fingertips. The boy under him arched his back and let out a quiet sigh, his eyes squeezing closed. Yamamoto rolled the nipple between his fingers before pinching and tweaking it, and Gokudera responded with a moan pressing his back against the black-haired boy. Yamamoto let go of Gokudera's hands completely, pulling down his yukata to free his hands and kissing his shoulders. Gokudera was panting and pushing back to Yamamoto, but as soon as his hands were free he sent back an elbow aimed at Yamamoto's face. The boy narrowly avoided most of the hit and he scrambled after Gokudera who was crawling on the floor on his hands and knees getting tangled up on his yukata still hanging from his waist.

Yamamoto quickly caught the escapee, cursing his throbbing cheek under his breath and didn't save his strength letting Gokudera painfully hit the floor. This time the silver-haired one was on his back and scowling at him, chest heaving - they stared at each other, both hot and sweaty and grimacing in pain and Yamamoto could feel Gokudera so hard against him. Yamamoto changed it, leaning down kissing him and Gokudera kissed him back - it was all about teeth and hungry biting, Gokudera was moaning into his mouth and bucking his hips.

"Just tell me you want me..." Yamamoto breathed quietly when he had to come up for air, not looking at Gokudera in the eyes but kissing the other boy's neck and chest, traveling down playing with his nipples with his tongue.
"You... jerk..." Gokudera growled between gasps. "Do you think... I would let you... otherwise..."

Yamamoto smiled to himself, surprised at the ease of the other boy's admission. He pushed Gokudera's legs apart and the sight of the other boy's swollen erection soaked with precome made him sigh involuntarily. He fingered Gokudera's entrance not wanting to delay it any longer, desperate to bury his cock into him but first glancing at Gokudera's face. The boy nodded, his cheeks flushed and when Yamamoto sunk his fingers inside his anus he could feel that it was still slick with his own cum from earlier and it turned him on even more.

"Just... do it..." Gokudera hissed.

Gokudera cried out when Yamamoto penetrated him, his face grimacing in pain.

"You... animal..." he huffed, his bony shoulders chafing against the wooden floor as Yamamoto made another deep thrust.

He knew Gokudera must have still been tender from their earlier session and he could see his raw elbows, abraded earlier against the tatami mats. Yamamoto leaned down and licked the scrapes feeling the hot skin against his tongue and heard Gokudera gasp.

"I can't stop myself... I want to fuck you so bad..." he whispered. "I promise, I'll suck you off afterward..."

Gokudera's eyes were screwed shut but he nodded curtly, hiding his face under his elbow. Yamamoto increased his speed and let out a low moan, Gokudera still felt so tight around his cock even though he had been fucked several times earlier already. Another thrust and Yamamoto buried himself to the hilt, and the sight and sound of his partner was intoxicating to him: how his lips curled and how he trashed his head and how he was even now trying to play it cool and trying not to make any sounds, yet letting out small unwilling moans. Yamamoto drank it all in, his movements becoming more and more erratic and he pushed Gokudera's knees against his chest making him even more tight and being able to hit even deeper. The change of angle made Gokudera whine and Yamamoto knew he was getting his sweet spot.

Their sweat was making the polished floor slippery and next time Yamamoto pushed in Gokudera slid away from him with a pained cry, his back getting floorburned. Yamamoto turned the boy onto his side, swinging one leg over his shoulder and penetrated him again. Now Gokudera had lost all his cool crying out loud, one hand on the floor, one hand gripping Yamamoto's hand on his hip.

"Hayato..."

Yamamoto whispered his friend's name as he came, chest heaving and eyes open but unseeing. He ran his fingers along Gokudera's bony knuckles on the hand that was still gripping his wrist. His fingers and and palms were callused and always a bit burned from working on his explosives and Yamamoto knew he didn't have much feeling on them anymore - but he brought Gokudera's palm to his lips and kissed the tough skin slowly.

"Hayato... " he repeated the name and watched Gokudera's brow wrinkle in annoyance.

Yamamoto pulled out slowly and Gokudera let out a low grunt and shuddered as a trail of cum connected them for few seconds, until Yamamoto sat back to his heels. Gokudera lolled on his back but he had now half-opened his eyes watching Yamamoto who was waiting for his breathing to calm down with his hands on his hips. When it did he leaned in again and softly touched Gokudera's face, then sinking his thumb into the other boy's mouth. Gokudera parted his lips and sucked on Yamamoto's finger while still watching him intently.

"If you keep making that face I'll just wanna do you again..." Yamamoto laughed in a low voice and Gokudera growled, swatting Yamamoto's hand away.

Yamamoto considered teasing Gokudera further but then decided against it, instead running his wet thumb along the slit of Gokudera's cockhead. The cock in his hand twitched and Gokudera let out a small "ah" that quickly turned into a litany of "ah ah ah"s as Yamamoto slid his fist further down and started stroking him. Just a few times, and then Yamamoto backed off and bent down to lick the salty precum trailing down Gokudera's cock and the boy's body arched and his fists bunched up as he groaned out loud.

Yamamoto slid Gokudera's cock into his mouth torturously slowly and Gokudera was now cursing in Italian, the only time Yamamoto ever heard his lover use his father's language. He rolled his tongue around the head and looked up from under his bangs to see Gokudera staring at him, licking his lips his fingers curling unwillingly. Yamamoto moved his hand, caressed Gokurera's thigh and pushed his legs further apart. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips tightly around the other boy's cock taking it deep into his mouth, sucking, and felt Gokudera's hand timidly ghost his hair. Yamamoto pulled up, licking the shaft and he knew his lover well enough to read the signs to know that the boy was close. To prevent him coming too fast Yamamoto wrapped his fingers around the base of Gokudera's cock and sucked the head again which made Gokudera let out a hoarse mewl. But now Gokudera sunk his fingers into Yamamoto's hair and eagerly pushed his head down, and Yamamoto let him guide the increasing speed. Gokudera was panting aloud, his body jerking and he was bucking his hips into Yamamoto's mouth that was hot and wet around his length. Yamamoto could feel the muscles around Gokudera's groin tighten and he loosened his grip. Gokudera pushed deep into Yamamoto's throat and came while gripping his hair, and Yamamoto felt the hot liquid in the back of his throat and swallowed.

"Fuck... you..." Gokudera muttered and he slowly let go of Yamamoto's hair.

The black haired boy swallowed again and retracted, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

Without them noticing the evening had turned into a night and Yamamoto sat back to his heels watching the silhouette of his friend laying on the floor, still half wearing his yukata.

"Hayato... stay with me tonight... just this once..." he said, and for once his tone was totally serious.

Gokudera turned to his side without a word but didn't make an attempt to leave. Yamamoto knew better than to push his affections on him, this quiet acceptance of his request was only going to last as long as his temper held. He carefully got up and patted inside to take out the futons laying them on the floor. After he had finished laying out all the beddings he turned to get Gokudera but the boy was at the door watching him silently. Yamamoto laughed sheepishly, suddenly feeling butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

Gokudera walked in without a word and turned his back on Yamamoto, throwing himself on his futon and closing his eyes. Yamamoto, with something stuck in his throat, laid down on his own futon and reached his hand out to his friend, not quite touching but just resting next him. It wasn't until Gokudera's breathing turned to a slow sleeping rhythm that Yamamoto dared to touch him again bringing his fingers lightly on top of Gokudera's palm. And almost as a reflex the boy curled his fingers and wrapped them around Yamamoto's.