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kat8chaTitle: Tuesday and Thursday, 3 to 6
Author: Me
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera (jesus.... WHAT A CONVENTIONAL PAIRING)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: KHR isn't Mine...
Summary: AU. Prompt was 'Professor and sexually-confused student who needs convincing', answer was 'Yamamoto teaches, Gokudera fails to learn. Talks behind closed doors lead from one thing to another.'
Yamamoto was a really young professor. Or, actually, maybe Gokudera was a really old student. Well, that was true, actually, because Gokudera had been in school for ages. Ages, and ages, and ages. Yamamoto was pretty sure Gokudera had been in school back when Yamamoto was in diapers. Yamamoto was a young professor too though; he'd only gotten his doctorate in education last year. The job at X University was post doctorate work, and Yamamoto was looking forward to it. There were all sorts of research projects and grants and stuff he could write now, and there were all sorts of engaging projects to do with the students.
Yamamoto liked unconventional methods of teaching.
It was what he'd done his thesis on after all.
"I don't. Get it." Gokudera managed to grit out. Which was a success! Since Gokudera had been gritting his teeth and making guttural growls for the past half an hour. Yamamoto smiled brilliantly at Gokudera, half tempted to past a gold star to his cheek.
Yamamoto'd wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, but somehow he'd just kept taking classes… He blamed his guidance counselors, if they hadn't kept handing him things to sign and fill out he'd be teaching children that slides were just as much fun to walk up as they were to slide down.
"It's really s-" Yamamoto stopped, Gokudera reacted violently to the word 'simple'. Not that Gokudera would hit him or anything, he just, reacted violently. It was fun to watch. "Okay, it's like this Gokudera-kun."
Yamamoto went through the explanation again, wondering yet again why Gokudera was in his class. The muttered/growled/grunted explanation he'd received from Gokudera was something along the line of 'credits' or 'pre-req' or 'I finished all the courses in my degree but they're being assholes and still making me attend classes that aren't important while they file my fucking paperwork'. Yamamoto was pretty sure it had been the last one. "See now?"
Gokudera was leaning close to him, staring down at the textbook with the type of stare that could burn holes in something. He was also blushing, just a bit, under the edge of his wire rimmed glasses. "No." Snatching the book away from Yamamoto's hands, which hovered in the air for a second before falling to his sides, Gokudera stuffed his textbook into his man purse and shucked the back over one shoulder. "I have to go."
"My office hours are from three to six!" Yamamoto called after him. "Tuesday and Thursday!"
Gokudera waved one hand over his shoulder, and vanished out the classroom door. Yamamoto smiled and began to gather up his things. The next class was beginning to dribble into the room, the early comers parking themselves in their favorite seats, and Yamamoto had to rush to make his next class on time. University students tended to leave if the professor was too late!
Yamamoto hadn't expected to see Gokudera on Tuesday. He had been expecting to see Gokudera in class on Wednesday, but Gokudera had never showed up for Office Hours before and Yamamoto knew that finals were approaching. Yamamoto rounded the corner in the faculty building, whistling cheerfully, and halted when he spotted Gokudera. Gokudera was leaning against the glass to the side of Yamamoto's office door, his head tipped back and the fluorescent lighting of the hallway highlighting the almost silver accents in Gokudera's pale hair, and causing a shadow to fall in the hollow of Gokudera's neck. A thin silver necklace dangled around Gokudera's neck, the pendant hang low enough to lie just above the edge of Gokudera's shirt, which dipped open in a daring V, showing off Gokudera's collarbone.
"Hey," Gokudera's gruff voice shocked Yamamoto out of his reverie, and Yamamoto smiled. Gokudera never called him 'teacher' or 'Mister Yamamoto' or anything like that. Generally it was just 'hey'. At first it had been 'baseball idiot' but that was because of a memorable meeting in the park before classes had started.
"I didn't expect you!" Yamamoto laughed carelessly, continuing to walk down the hall. Gokudera wasn't looking at him, instead he was steadily staring at something about two inches above Yamamoto's right shoulder. Yamamoto glanced over his shoulder, to see if he'd missed anything, but nope, all that he could see was an endless stretch of hallway. Looking back at Gokudera Yamamoto noted the way Gokudera's cheeks really could turn pink. "Need more help studying?"
"You know I do!" Gokudera snapped. "I still don't get your goddamn stupid-"
Yamamoto laughed through the rest of Gokudera's angry ranting statement, unlocked his office door, and ushered Gokudera inside before any of the other professors could enquire about the noise.
Yamamoto shared the office with three other teachers, and he had to move their stuff to the side of the desk before he set his own things down. "Pull up a chair." Yamamoto motioned to the assortment of chairs in the corner of the room. Most were uncomfortable, the rest had stuffing coming out of the seams. Gokudera pulled over the most painful chair in the room, and managed to sit down in it without wincing. Yamamoto was always impressed by Gokudera's grace.
Gokudera crossed his legs, and Yamamoto admired the way the muscle flexed through Gokudera's tight jeans.
"Shall I explain it again?" Yamamoto opened up the text book, and scooted his office chair closer to Gokudera. Gokudera stared at him for a split second, than scooted his chair away.
"Is this a game?" Yamamoto asked after five minutes of the two of them scooting their chairs, while Gokudera's eyes got rounder and rounder, and eventually Yamamoto cornered Gokudera's chair between his desk and the wall. "I thought you came here to study Gokudera…" Yamamoto couldn't let disappointment seep into his tone, he was too amused, but Gokudera reacted anyway.
"I DID YOU I-" Gokudera took a deep breath, which he should have taken BEFORE he started shouting, but whatever… "I did, can we get back to it?"
"Sure." Yamamoto stood up and planted himself on the extremely painful arm of Gokudera's chair. The arm bit into the back of his thigh and the top of his ass, but it meant he could place the book in front of Gokudera's face and lean down. "See, the point of thi-"
"Stop whispering in my EAR." Gokudera exploded out of the chair, knocking Yamamoto back into his own seat, and knocking the book upwards into the air. It fell down somewhere behind Yamamoto, he didn't know, he wasn't looking for it. Instead Yamamoto was watching the way Gokudera's hands shook slightly, and the hot flush that covered Gokudera's neck, ears, and cheeks. "God, it's like you're some kind of sexual harassing teacher!"
"Ah ha ha…" Yamamoto rubbed the back of his neck, and popped up out of his chair. Gokudera was fishing through his pockets now, mumbling something about 'needing a cigarette'. "You know, I wouldn't do that to any of my students," Gokudera glared up at him through his hair, and Yamamoto smiled brightly, mindlessly, like none of this mattered. "I mean! That could be seen as favoritism or something. Especially this close to finals, I bet people would think the student was seducing me to get a good grade."
"I'm NO-" Gokudera's hands spasmed wildly in his pockets, and he pulled them out to dig through his hair instead. He was breathing deeply now, deep, angry breaths through his nose, like a bull. Yamamoto liked it. "I'm not fucking you for test answers!"
"I didn't say it'd be for the test." Yamamoto took a step forward, and like the game with the chairs Gokudera took a step back, and a step back, and a step back. Yamamoto pressed Gokudera up against the wall, and pressed the flat of his hand up against the wall by Gokudera's head. The wall was so cool compared to how how Yamamoto now felt. "I said for a grade."
"I'm not sleeping with you to pass." Gokudera snarled, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling back as he bared his teeth.
"Well, as long as that's settled then!" Yamamoto cheerfully decreed before bending his head down and pressing a kiss to Gokudera's frowning mouth. He kept his eyes open, staring soulfully into Gokudera's angry eyes, watching as the expression shifted to confused, and the mouth relaxed under him. Yamamoto's eyes shut when Gokudera began to kiss back. Warm lips brushed against each other, two slippery tongues pushed and stabbed, wrestling inside of their mouths. Gokudera tasted like Cinammon tic tacs.
Spicy.
Firm hands pushed at Yamamoto's chest, pushing him away and breaking the kiss, but as firm as Gokudera's hands were, he curled his finger into Yamamoto's button up shirt, keeping him close. "I don't." Gokudera's hot breath mingled with Yamamoto's own, the both of them panting. "I don't kiss guys."
"Really?" Yamamoto licked his lips. They tasted like Cinnamon and Gokudera. "Cause, I mean-"
"Shut up." Gokudera yanked Yamamoto forward, growling in his face. "I'm not *gay*." Then Gokudera yanked Yamamoto even closer, smashing their mouths together. This kiss was more ferocious, teeth came into play, tugging and biting at lips. Yamamoto pushed forward, his body slipping between Gokudera's legs, his chest bumping up against Gokudera's. The silver of Gokudera's pendant seemed to burn between them, stabbing slightly at Yamamoto's chest. "Mmm…" Gokudera pulled away again, and turned his head to the side, baring his neck. "I'm not… you're not attractive!"
Yamamoto laughed, unable to resist temptation when it was offered up to him like this. "Well, maybe I'm not. You sure are though…" Yamamoto licked at Gokudera's neck, tasting salt. Nuzzling at the smooth skin Yamamoto sighed. "Mmm, you smell good too." Yamamoto buried his nose in the crook of Gokudera's neck, smelling soap, cinnamon, cigarettes, and the faintest whiff of expensive cologne. "Mmm." Nuzzling against Gokudera's neck Yamamoto placed one hand on Gokudera's hip, his thumb slipping under Gokudera's shirt while his fingers lay against Gokudera's wide leather belt.
"I'm not…" Gokudera squirmed, rubbing his body up against Yamamoto. Yamamoto rubbed back, both of them bucking and grinding. "Un… god, I'm not fucking GAY."
"Maybe you're bi?" Yamamoto questioned, letting the rest of his hand follow his thumb up under Gokudera's shirt. Yamamoto stroked over the flexing muscles of Gokudera's stomach, scratched short nails across the hint of fuzz just above Gokudera's wide belt buckle. "People can like both."
Gokudera glared at him, and the fists in his shirt thumped against Yamamoto's chest. "Do you?"
Not even dating, and already he was jealous. Yamamoto laughed under his breath. What a keeper.
"No." Yamamoto smiled beatifically. "No worries, Gokudera, I'm all yours." Pressing their groins together, Yamamoto enjoyed the sultry way Gokudera's eyelids dropped to half mast, while it was obvious his dick was at full. "See?"
Gokudera ripped at Yamamoto's shirt, buttons popping open to reveal the light blue tee-shirt Yamamoto wore underneath. "Then do something about it." Gokudera arched his hips upwards, rubbing against Yamamoto. "Idiot!"
Yamaoto rubbed back, loving the friction, even if jeans were pretty harsh when rubbing through dress slacks. At least there wasn't any static electricity. Zapping his dick had never been something Yamamoto was into. "I'm still your teacher though." Dropping to his knees Yamamoto let his fingers dig in under Gokudera's waist band, then let his other hand drop to cup Gokudera's crotch. "You'll have to say please." Gokudera's eyes slid shut completely while Yamamoto rubbed at his crotch, his pink lips dropping open into an 'o'.
His groan was music to Yamamoto's ears.
"Fuck." Gokudera fished one hand in Yamamoto's short black hair, his fingernails scraping at Yamamoto's scalp. "Fuck you. Please." Arching his hips forward Gokudera banged on the wall with his fist.
Yamamoto hoped his neighboring teacher wasn't in. Then he was glad that the glass next to his door was papered over with fliers and hand outs. "Well, if you're sure you're gay…" Yamamoto hesitated over undoing Gokudera's fly. Gokudera was just too much fun to tease.
"I can go back to being straight after you blow me." Gokudera gasped. "Just get ON with it."
Still smiling Yamamoto undid Gokudera's belt, let the large metal buckle bang softly on Gokudera's thigh while he slowly undid the zipper. The click of the teeth coming undone made Gokudera bite his bottom lip. Perfect white puncturing soft pink. Yamamoto licked his lips, glancing up at Gokudera's flushed face, and then down Gokudera's slowly being revealed underwear. The underwear was black, and slightly silky, with a silver shot waistband. Yamamoto rushed through the bottom half of the zipper, and tugged on Gokudera's jeans so that they fell to puddle around Gokudera's black loafers.
Black briefs, with a white skull and crossbones planted over the crotch. "Nice underwear, Gokudera!" Yamamoto complimented Gokudera, his hands stroking over the silky fabric. The skull was rough, ironed on plastic of some sort. It was cracked too, likely by the heat of the dryer, and it cracked slightly when Gokudera's dick twitched, a noise covered up by Yamamoto and Gokudera's panting.
"Don't just stare at it." Gokudera growled again, the hand in Yamamoto's hair jerking him forward. "Are you telling me you've never seen underwear before?!"
Gokudera just sounded so cute when he was frustrated.
"Not like yours." Yamamoto planted a sloppy kiss on the skull and crossbones, than sucked on Gokudera's dick through the underwear, loving the way Gokudera'sbroken moan echoed in his small office. Yamamoto wasn't going to be able to get any work done for months, not with the memory of Gokudera's moans ringing in his ears. Pulling the briefs down by the elastic Yamamoto left Gokudera's briefs to sit stretched between his thighs, while Gokudera's dick now lay flat against his stomach, shining with pre-come. Fluorescent lighting really made Gokudera glow. Licking his lips again Yamamoto glanced up at Gokudera through his eyelashed. Gokudera was shadowed and striped with black, but there was no mistaking the hungry look in his eyes, or the way he couldn't seem to get enough breath.
Gokudera tugged on Yamamoto's head and Yamamoto let him lead, leaning forward and licking a stripe up Gokudera's dick. Yamamoto savored the taste at the tip, salty and sweet, and licked back down to the base where Gokudera's balls banged against Yamamoto's chin. Taking Gokudera's dick in hand, Yamamoto stroked it a handful of times before wrapping his mouth around Gokudera's tip, hollowing his cheeks while he sucked.
Gokudera exploded into his mouth, a bitter salty cum that reminded Yamamoto of that time he'd drunkenly licked an ashtray on a dare. Less dry though, and Yamamoto let it fill his mouth before turning his head to the side and spitting onto the floor. Some jizz spashed onto Yamamoto's cheek.
"Ha… haaa…." Gokudera panted, and slid down to rest his bare ass against the linoleum floor. Gokudera's legs were spread now, the tight stretch of his jeans pressing up against Yamamoto's knees. Unbuckling his belt Yamamoto shoved his jeans and underwear down far enough that his penis was freed. Gripping his erection Yamamoto grabbed Gokudera's shoulder with his other hand, propping himself up as he jerked off. Staring into Gokudera's flushed and wondering face Yamamoto felt climax approaching. He groaned, long and deep, and was surprised when Gokudera leaned forward and bit his bottom lip.
Shocked, Yamamoto stopped stroking… and felt another hand close over his, thick heavy metal rings warm against the ridge of his dick. It felt. So good.
Gokudera stroked, and Yamamoto came. His semen splattered the linoleum between Gokudera's spread thighs, barely missing Gokudera's jeans. Pulling away from the kiss Yamamoto let out a soft chuckle, the chuckle growing louder when Gokudera's hand dropped from his cock and the other man bristled.
"Is there something funny?" Gokudera snarled, standing up and taking a step back so his groin wasn't directly in Yamamoto's face. Gokudera jerked his underwear up and then his jeans, fussing with his belt.
Yamamoto fell back onto his hands and knees, his pants brushing loosely against his ass and the cool floor. "It's just. You're clean right?"
Gokudera stared at him like he'd grown two extra heads, one on each shoulder. Ugly, green, radioactive heads. "Are you?!"
"Well," Yamamoto paused. "Yeah…."
Author: Me
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera (jesus.... WHAT A CONVENTIONAL PAIRING)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: KHR isn't Mine...
Summary: AU. Prompt was 'Professor and sexually-confused student who needs convincing', answer was 'Yamamoto teaches, Gokudera fails to learn. Talks behind closed doors lead from one thing to another.'
Yamamoto was a really young professor. Or, actually, maybe Gokudera was a really old student. Well, that was true, actually, because Gokudera had been in school for ages. Ages, and ages, and ages. Yamamoto was pretty sure Gokudera had been in school back when Yamamoto was in diapers. Yamamoto was a young professor too though; he'd only gotten his doctorate in education last year. The job at X University was post doctorate work, and Yamamoto was looking forward to it. There were all sorts of research projects and grants and stuff he could write now, and there were all sorts of engaging projects to do with the students.
Yamamoto liked unconventional methods of teaching.
It was what he'd done his thesis on after all.
"I don't. Get it." Gokudera managed to grit out. Which was a success! Since Gokudera had been gritting his teeth and making guttural growls for the past half an hour. Yamamoto smiled brilliantly at Gokudera, half tempted to past a gold star to his cheek.
Yamamoto'd wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, but somehow he'd just kept taking classes… He blamed his guidance counselors, if they hadn't kept handing him things to sign and fill out he'd be teaching children that slides were just as much fun to walk up as they were to slide down.
"It's really s-" Yamamoto stopped, Gokudera reacted violently to the word 'simple'. Not that Gokudera would hit him or anything, he just, reacted violently. It was fun to watch. "Okay, it's like this Gokudera-kun."
Yamamoto went through the explanation again, wondering yet again why Gokudera was in his class. The muttered/growled/grunted explanation he'd received from Gokudera was something along the line of 'credits' or 'pre-req' or 'I finished all the courses in my degree but they're being assholes and still making me attend classes that aren't important while they file my fucking paperwork'. Yamamoto was pretty sure it had been the last one. "See now?"
Gokudera was leaning close to him, staring down at the textbook with the type of stare that could burn holes in something. He was also blushing, just a bit, under the edge of his wire rimmed glasses. "No." Snatching the book away from Yamamoto's hands, which hovered in the air for a second before falling to his sides, Gokudera stuffed his textbook into his man purse and shucked the back over one shoulder. "I have to go."
"My office hours are from three to six!" Yamamoto called after him. "Tuesday and Thursday!"
Gokudera waved one hand over his shoulder, and vanished out the classroom door. Yamamoto smiled and began to gather up his things. The next class was beginning to dribble into the room, the early comers parking themselves in their favorite seats, and Yamamoto had to rush to make his next class on time. University students tended to leave if the professor was too late!
Yamamoto hadn't expected to see Gokudera on Tuesday. He had been expecting to see Gokudera in class on Wednesday, but Gokudera had never showed up for Office Hours before and Yamamoto knew that finals were approaching. Yamamoto rounded the corner in the faculty building, whistling cheerfully, and halted when he spotted Gokudera. Gokudera was leaning against the glass to the side of Yamamoto's office door, his head tipped back and the fluorescent lighting of the hallway highlighting the almost silver accents in Gokudera's pale hair, and causing a shadow to fall in the hollow of Gokudera's neck. A thin silver necklace dangled around Gokudera's neck, the pendant hang low enough to lie just above the edge of Gokudera's shirt, which dipped open in a daring V, showing off Gokudera's collarbone.
"Hey," Gokudera's gruff voice shocked Yamamoto out of his reverie, and Yamamoto smiled. Gokudera never called him 'teacher' or 'Mister Yamamoto' or anything like that. Generally it was just 'hey'. At first it had been 'baseball idiot' but that was because of a memorable meeting in the park before classes had started.
"I didn't expect you!" Yamamoto laughed carelessly, continuing to walk down the hall. Gokudera wasn't looking at him, instead he was steadily staring at something about two inches above Yamamoto's right shoulder. Yamamoto glanced over his shoulder, to see if he'd missed anything, but nope, all that he could see was an endless stretch of hallway. Looking back at Gokudera Yamamoto noted the way Gokudera's cheeks really could turn pink. "Need more help studying?"
"You know I do!" Gokudera snapped. "I still don't get your goddamn stupid-"
Yamamoto laughed through the rest of Gokudera's angry ranting statement, unlocked his office door, and ushered Gokudera inside before any of the other professors could enquire about the noise.
Yamamoto shared the office with three other teachers, and he had to move their stuff to the side of the desk before he set his own things down. "Pull up a chair." Yamamoto motioned to the assortment of chairs in the corner of the room. Most were uncomfortable, the rest had stuffing coming out of the seams. Gokudera pulled over the most painful chair in the room, and managed to sit down in it without wincing. Yamamoto was always impressed by Gokudera's grace.
Gokudera crossed his legs, and Yamamoto admired the way the muscle flexed through Gokudera's tight jeans.
"Shall I explain it again?" Yamamoto opened up the text book, and scooted his office chair closer to Gokudera. Gokudera stared at him for a split second, than scooted his chair away.
"Is this a game?" Yamamoto asked after five minutes of the two of them scooting their chairs, while Gokudera's eyes got rounder and rounder, and eventually Yamamoto cornered Gokudera's chair between his desk and the wall. "I thought you came here to study Gokudera…" Yamamoto couldn't let disappointment seep into his tone, he was too amused, but Gokudera reacted anyway.
"I DID YOU I-" Gokudera took a deep breath, which he should have taken BEFORE he started shouting, but whatever… "I did, can we get back to it?"
"Sure." Yamamoto stood up and planted himself on the extremely painful arm of Gokudera's chair. The arm bit into the back of his thigh and the top of his ass, but it meant he could place the book in front of Gokudera's face and lean down. "See, the point of thi-"
"Stop whispering in my EAR." Gokudera exploded out of the chair, knocking Yamamoto back into his own seat, and knocking the book upwards into the air. It fell down somewhere behind Yamamoto, he didn't know, he wasn't looking for it. Instead Yamamoto was watching the way Gokudera's hands shook slightly, and the hot flush that covered Gokudera's neck, ears, and cheeks. "God, it's like you're some kind of sexual harassing teacher!"
"Ah ha ha…" Yamamoto rubbed the back of his neck, and popped up out of his chair. Gokudera was fishing through his pockets now, mumbling something about 'needing a cigarette'. "You know, I wouldn't do that to any of my students," Gokudera glared up at him through his hair, and Yamamoto smiled brightly, mindlessly, like none of this mattered. "I mean! That could be seen as favoritism or something. Especially this close to finals, I bet people would think the student was seducing me to get a good grade."
"I'm NO-" Gokudera's hands spasmed wildly in his pockets, and he pulled them out to dig through his hair instead. He was breathing deeply now, deep, angry breaths through his nose, like a bull. Yamamoto liked it. "I'm not fucking you for test answers!"
"I didn't say it'd be for the test." Yamamoto took a step forward, and like the game with the chairs Gokudera took a step back, and a step back, and a step back. Yamamoto pressed Gokudera up against the wall, and pressed the flat of his hand up against the wall by Gokudera's head. The wall was so cool compared to how how Yamamoto now felt. "I said for a grade."
"I'm not sleeping with you to pass." Gokudera snarled, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling back as he bared his teeth.
"Well, as long as that's settled then!" Yamamoto cheerfully decreed before bending his head down and pressing a kiss to Gokudera's frowning mouth. He kept his eyes open, staring soulfully into Gokudera's angry eyes, watching as the expression shifted to confused, and the mouth relaxed under him. Yamamoto's eyes shut when Gokudera began to kiss back. Warm lips brushed against each other, two slippery tongues pushed and stabbed, wrestling inside of their mouths. Gokudera tasted like Cinammon tic tacs.
Spicy.
Firm hands pushed at Yamamoto's chest, pushing him away and breaking the kiss, but as firm as Gokudera's hands were, he curled his finger into Yamamoto's button up shirt, keeping him close. "I don't." Gokudera's hot breath mingled with Yamamoto's own, the both of them panting. "I don't kiss guys."
"Really?" Yamamoto licked his lips. They tasted like Cinnamon and Gokudera. "Cause, I mean-"
"Shut up." Gokudera yanked Yamamoto forward, growling in his face. "I'm not *gay*." Then Gokudera yanked Yamamoto even closer, smashing their mouths together. This kiss was more ferocious, teeth came into play, tugging and biting at lips. Yamamoto pushed forward, his body slipping between Gokudera's legs, his chest bumping up against Gokudera's. The silver of Gokudera's pendant seemed to burn between them, stabbing slightly at Yamamoto's chest. "Mmm…" Gokudera pulled away again, and turned his head to the side, baring his neck. "I'm not… you're not attractive!"
Yamamoto laughed, unable to resist temptation when it was offered up to him like this. "Well, maybe I'm not. You sure are though…" Yamamoto licked at Gokudera's neck, tasting salt. Nuzzling at the smooth skin Yamamoto sighed. "Mmm, you smell good too." Yamamoto buried his nose in the crook of Gokudera's neck, smelling soap, cinnamon, cigarettes, and the faintest whiff of expensive cologne. "Mmm." Nuzzling against Gokudera's neck Yamamoto placed one hand on Gokudera's hip, his thumb slipping under Gokudera's shirt while his fingers lay against Gokudera's wide leather belt.
"I'm not…" Gokudera squirmed, rubbing his body up against Yamamoto. Yamamoto rubbed back, both of them bucking and grinding. "Un… god, I'm not fucking GAY."
"Maybe you're bi?" Yamamoto questioned, letting the rest of his hand follow his thumb up under Gokudera's shirt. Yamamoto stroked over the flexing muscles of Gokudera's stomach, scratched short nails across the hint of fuzz just above Gokudera's wide belt buckle. "People can like both."
Gokudera glared at him, and the fists in his shirt thumped against Yamamoto's chest. "Do you?"
Not even dating, and already he was jealous. Yamamoto laughed under his breath. What a keeper.
"No." Yamamoto smiled beatifically. "No worries, Gokudera, I'm all yours." Pressing their groins together, Yamamoto enjoyed the sultry way Gokudera's eyelids dropped to half mast, while it was obvious his dick was at full. "See?"
Gokudera ripped at Yamamoto's shirt, buttons popping open to reveal the light blue tee-shirt Yamamoto wore underneath. "Then do something about it." Gokudera arched his hips upwards, rubbing against Yamamoto. "Idiot!"
Yamaoto rubbed back, loving the friction, even if jeans were pretty harsh when rubbing through dress slacks. At least there wasn't any static electricity. Zapping his dick had never been something Yamamoto was into. "I'm still your teacher though." Dropping to his knees Yamamoto let his fingers dig in under Gokudera's waist band, then let his other hand drop to cup Gokudera's crotch. "You'll have to say please." Gokudera's eyes slid shut completely while Yamamoto rubbed at his crotch, his pink lips dropping open into an 'o'.
His groan was music to Yamamoto's ears.
"Fuck." Gokudera fished one hand in Yamamoto's short black hair, his fingernails scraping at Yamamoto's scalp. "Fuck you. Please." Arching his hips forward Gokudera banged on the wall with his fist.
Yamamoto hoped his neighboring teacher wasn't in. Then he was glad that the glass next to his door was papered over with fliers and hand outs. "Well, if you're sure you're gay…" Yamamoto hesitated over undoing Gokudera's fly. Gokudera was just too much fun to tease.
"I can go back to being straight after you blow me." Gokudera gasped. "Just get ON with it."
Still smiling Yamamoto undid Gokudera's belt, let the large metal buckle bang softly on Gokudera's thigh while he slowly undid the zipper. The click of the teeth coming undone made Gokudera bite his bottom lip. Perfect white puncturing soft pink. Yamamoto licked his lips, glancing up at Gokudera's flushed face, and then down Gokudera's slowly being revealed underwear. The underwear was black, and slightly silky, with a silver shot waistband. Yamamoto rushed through the bottom half of the zipper, and tugged on Gokudera's jeans so that they fell to puddle around Gokudera's black loafers.
Black briefs, with a white skull and crossbones planted over the crotch. "Nice underwear, Gokudera!" Yamamoto complimented Gokudera, his hands stroking over the silky fabric. The skull was rough, ironed on plastic of some sort. It was cracked too, likely by the heat of the dryer, and it cracked slightly when Gokudera's dick twitched, a noise covered up by Yamamoto and Gokudera's panting.
"Don't just stare at it." Gokudera growled again, the hand in Yamamoto's hair jerking him forward. "Are you telling me you've never seen underwear before?!"
Gokudera just sounded so cute when he was frustrated.
"Not like yours." Yamamoto planted a sloppy kiss on the skull and crossbones, than sucked on Gokudera's dick through the underwear, loving the way Gokudera'sbroken moan echoed in his small office. Yamamoto wasn't going to be able to get any work done for months, not with the memory of Gokudera's moans ringing in his ears. Pulling the briefs down by the elastic Yamamoto left Gokudera's briefs to sit stretched between his thighs, while Gokudera's dick now lay flat against his stomach, shining with pre-come. Fluorescent lighting really made Gokudera glow. Licking his lips again Yamamoto glanced up at Gokudera through his eyelashed. Gokudera was shadowed and striped with black, but there was no mistaking the hungry look in his eyes, or the way he couldn't seem to get enough breath.
Gokudera tugged on Yamamoto's head and Yamamoto let him lead, leaning forward and licking a stripe up Gokudera's dick. Yamamoto savored the taste at the tip, salty and sweet, and licked back down to the base where Gokudera's balls banged against Yamamoto's chin. Taking Gokudera's dick in hand, Yamamoto stroked it a handful of times before wrapping his mouth around Gokudera's tip, hollowing his cheeks while he sucked.
Gokudera exploded into his mouth, a bitter salty cum that reminded Yamamoto of that time he'd drunkenly licked an ashtray on a dare. Less dry though, and Yamamoto let it fill his mouth before turning his head to the side and spitting onto the floor. Some jizz spashed onto Yamamoto's cheek.
"Ha… haaa…." Gokudera panted, and slid down to rest his bare ass against the linoleum floor. Gokudera's legs were spread now, the tight stretch of his jeans pressing up against Yamamoto's knees. Unbuckling his belt Yamamoto shoved his jeans and underwear down far enough that his penis was freed. Gripping his erection Yamamoto grabbed Gokudera's shoulder with his other hand, propping himself up as he jerked off. Staring into Gokudera's flushed and wondering face Yamamoto felt climax approaching. He groaned, long and deep, and was surprised when Gokudera leaned forward and bit his bottom lip.
Shocked, Yamamoto stopped stroking… and felt another hand close over his, thick heavy metal rings warm against the ridge of his dick. It felt. So good.
Gokudera stroked, and Yamamoto came. His semen splattered the linoleum between Gokudera's spread thighs, barely missing Gokudera's jeans. Pulling away from the kiss Yamamoto let out a soft chuckle, the chuckle growing louder when Gokudera's hand dropped from his cock and the other man bristled.
"Is there something funny?" Gokudera snarled, standing up and taking a step back so his groin wasn't directly in Yamamoto's face. Gokudera jerked his underwear up and then his jeans, fussing with his belt.
Yamamoto fell back onto his hands and knees, his pants brushing loosely against his ass and the cool floor. "It's just. You're clean right?"
Gokudera stared at him like he'd grown two extra heads, one on each shoulder. Ugly, green, radioactive heads. "Are you?!"
"Well," Yamamoto paused. "Yeah…."
