swan_forest | Vongola Vacation.

Gokudera had been trying to scope out places that they could go, what was worth checking out and planning, and overthinking their summer vacation plans so that everything can go smoothly. As usual, though, he was interrupted by his sister, toting Reborn-San about who already had the entire vacation planned out for Tsuna’s training benefits, and Gokudera was pretty quick to get as far away from Bianchi as possible.

He’s stepping out onto the beach in his own swimwear, a simple white tee shirt as his cover. When Yamamoto calls out to him and bounds over, Gokudera has to work very hard to not stare at him. He looks out over the water and shrugs. “I was just going over some things.” Planning things he really didn’t need to worry about in the first place. “Hm?” Yamamoto had a trip to the future? Gokudera’s suddenly very serious, as if there were something vital to some mission he found. Nevermind that the idiot doesn’t seem serious, Gokudera’s focused. “What’d you find?” He’s not going to guess, because whatever he does think up is probably far too dark or awful. He just usually assumes the worst when it comes to the future, wants to be prepared.

If Yamamoto wanted his undivided attention, he certainly has it.

Laughing softly, Yamamoto bumped his shoulder against Gokudera's. "Calm down; it's nothing bad. The Family was doing great."

He took a step back, allowing himself to glance at Gokudera's legs. The other boy had nice ones. He was kinda hoping that Gokudera had been the type to wear speedos like Sasagawa-senpai because they would have looked great on him, but these were cute too.

"What I found," Yamamoto said, his grin widening. "Was dirty pictures. Of us."

He hadn't been too surprised. He and Gokudera had been dancing around each other ever since defeating the Millefiore Famiglia. Getting closer, having moments that could have led to a kiss but got interrupted by someone; Lambo yelling, Hibari wanting to bite Tsuna to death, or one or both of them suddenly got self-conscious and quickly broke it.

But this information too good not to share. It gave Yamamoto a boost of confidence. "Wanna know what we get up to in the future?"

“Oh!” Don’t scare him like that! Gokudera pouts a little, crosses his arms.

“You should have started with that.” He doesn’t notice the glance, and he’s never had anyone suggest he wear a speedo like lawn-head does. That guy’s just weird. If Gokudera were to wear one, he’d have Yamamoto join in, too. Just… to be fair. Definitely just that.

“D-Dirty?!” His face goes hot pink.

Yamamoto, in the future, takes pictures of them… on his phone. Gokudera doesn’t think he likes the idea of the baseball idiot walking around with something like that. He’s been so careful about who sees them together, and when, and how. Maybe trying to plan out steps in their relationship like organizing an itinerary is not the best way to go about it.

So… how’d they get to that point?

“I’m gonna assume by dirty you don’t mean mud-wrestling.” Gokudera replies and looks over his shoulder at Yamamoto, eyes raking up and down, lingering a little at those hips. They look like he could fit his fingers so well against them…

Well, if Gokudera wore one and asked him to wear one, Yamamoto would have said yes in an instant.

"If it were serious, I would have had my serious face on!" Yamamoto said, still grinning his shit-eating grin.

"Nope, but chocolate syrup was involved in a few of the less recent shots," his cheeks turn a little pink. "It was, uh, nice. To see us. I mean, it was hot too." He shifts a little, remembering the pictures his future self had. Blood starts to flow south and if Gokudera was stilling looking south, he'd notices a bit of movement.

"It went both ways. I think I took most of the pictures, but you def took some of me handcuffed to the bed in nothing but my underwear." He takes a breath and bumps shoulders again, this time his fingers catch the others and he takes hold. "So, yeah. I like the idea that we're partners in every since of the word."

Gokudera would not feel comfortable in a speedo, but if he weren’t alone in doing it, it’d be much easier.

“You have a serious face?” He asks, playing dumb. Of course Yamamoto has many faces, but he also hides a lot of them behind different smiles. Even the serious face isn’t the same as the killing face, or the competitive one. Gokudera pays a great deal of attention to the variety of expressions Yamamoto has… likes observing the baseball idiot even and especially when he isn’t paying attention.

“Chocolate…” What in the world kind of pictures were they?

The more Yamamoto talks, the warmer Gokudera feels his face grow. When that hand takes his, he squeezes it back. He glances over, notices he’s not the only one feeling some interest in those pictures. Gokudera didn’t get to see them, though, and even with his imagination, it’s… it’s not the same.

“You wanna take some pictures then…? Get an early start on building up your camera roll?” They’d have to find a spot that isn’t immediately visible from where the rest of the family is staying. Steal a bit of time away further down the beach.

Yamamoto knows he would... fill his speedo out pretty well.

He just grins in response. "Funny guy," he said. The smile he gives now is a different smile than he's ever worn before. It's soft and confident. He's never felt more confident about his feelings for Gokudera.

Because he knows now. "I do," he said, intertwining their fingers. "You know, I think this is how we start that camera roll I saw." He looked away, towards a little outcropping of rocks. It'd give them privacy.

He turned Gokudera, that soft, confident smile still on his face as he gestured to the rocks. "You looked really nice in chocolate sauce by the way," he added.

Gokudera would like to see that. Yamamoto straining in a speedo… he’d probably not make it to the beach if he were to wear one. Gokudera would have to help him… put sunscreen on or something… away from the kids and everyone else. Just to be safe.

That smile is so warm and Gokudera has to look away or else he feels like he might make a similar expression. Those eyes… it’s one of those smiles that spreads heat, like some sort of sexy secret weapon in Yamamoto’s smile arsenal. Gokudera feels disarmed, chest full of a weird fluttering.

“Because we’d already done this?” And Yamamoto remembered doing this, and that would make sense. He notices that outcropping and starts towards it, able to take a hint as well as Yamamoto can drop it.

“I look really nice in a lot of things.” He says, maybe flipping his hair a bit as he grins. Yamamoto looks nice out of a lot of things. Just… naturally good looking all the time, actually. Makes even the most mundane activities difficult to endure.

Yamamoto would wear anything if it would make Gokudera hot and bothered.

"Maybe," Yamamoto agreed. "It's not like I scrolled back ten years worth of photos. But there were a lot of you. Some it looked like you sent. But it looked like I took most of them." He looked at Gokudera. "Really hot ones. I bet your phone is full of pictures from me and pictures you took of me"

And that hair flip makes Yamamoto's heart do a backflip, because Gokudera is so beautiful. "You do. And it was really, really hot. I really wanna try it with you. But later. Right now, I want to take pictures of you on the beach."

They get to the outcropping, and once they're ducked behind a rock, Yamamoto leans in for a kiss, soft and chaste, his brown eyes filled with warmth and affection for the other boy. "You're amazing," he murmured. "I don't tell you enough."

It’s not just what he wears or what he looks like. There’s a lot that Yamamoto does that gets Gokudera hot and bothered. He’s just… very attractive and so effortlessly appealing, and the way he moves. He’s so smooth, athletic, everything almost choreographed it’s so damn fluid. Gokudera bets the baseball idiot isn’t even aware how smooth he makes everything look.

“If I ever get hit with that bazooka, I’ll check.” Chances are he would have his phone on him, but then at least Yamamoto would be able to interact with an older Gokudera who’s likely less reserved.

“O-Obviously later!” For one thing, they don’t have any chocolate, and it would get all sticky and gritty out here on the beach. Later… the saltiness with the sweet chocolate would be appealing. He doesn’t need things like that to want to put his mouth on the other boy.

The kiss surprises him, and he wants to surge forward and get another, but those words catch him off guard. He doesn’t know why they do. Yamamoto has always kind of been his biggest supporter, pushing him along, competing with him to drive them both towards bettering themselves. For the good of the family, and thinking of others.

“N-Not so bad yourself,” He says back awkwardly before hiding trying to cover his verbal fumbling with another kiss. It’s swift, lingering so long as Yamamoto doesn’t push him away, and then his hands move to the other boy’s hips, thumbs pressing in, rubbing slightly. He was right, they do fit nicely there.

He knew he looked good, knew he was handsome and popular with girls at school. But he never cared. He knew he liked other guys more than girls. And Gokudera was the one he liked best.

His grin boardens at the mention of Gokudera checking out his future self's phone for dirty pictures of them.

"Maybe after dinner?" he suggested. "After we take a swim in the sea." Because Gokudera was right, the saltiness of the water and sweetness of the choclate would be amazing together. Especially on Gokudera's skin.

"I know," he said. "And together, we'll be even better." He kissed back, gently pressed Gokudera to the rock behind him. His skin felt electric when Gokudera touched him. His dick was throbing in his board shorts.

He didn't know where to put his hands. Eventually, put on on his shoulder, the other on his chest. His thumb came up, just under Gokudera's nipple.

It’s obvious that the young men of the Vongola are all attractive in many ways. Gokudera’s never thought much of dating anyone.

Until it came to light how much of him Yamamoto paid attention to. Calling him out back when they’d changed their future, recognizing that he had an almost unhealthy focus and dependency on Tsuna. Pointing that out took guts, but was ultimately so helpful… only someone who cared enough as Yamamoto does say or do something about it.

Gokudera almost looks up to the baseball idiot as much as he competes with him. The tension building up only piqued his interest, developed into attraction.

The rock scratches some, but not enough to be painful or too uncomfortable. Moments like this are rare, away from the rest of the family. He can’t keep up with these soft, gentle little kisses. Makes him feel like he’s being treated delicately. Gokudera licks up into the kiss, hot, and communicating his arousal through almost aggressive affection.

“Ah- Takeshi…” He turns his head down, a shiver running through him as that hand rests on his chest, thumb brushing close to sensitive skin. One of his own hands slides to press at the bulge in the other boy’s shorts, feeling him through the fabric.

They haven’t gone this far before, but Gokudera isn’t scared. He’s wanted to touch Yamamoto for a while, and his grip is warm and careful, assessing while he gives a hum. Wow…

“You’re so hard…” Guess those were some good pictures. His own interest has been stirred, but as usual, he doesn’t focus on himself.

It was true that Tsuna's guardians were all good-looking young men, but to Yamamoto, Gokudera Hayato was the most interesting. He was the smartest and the most loyal (with himself and Sasagawa-senpai just behind him).

There had been that dependency on Tsuna. Gokudera hadn't made their Boss the center of his world but his whole world. Yamamoto knew firsthand how doing that could be devastating when you lost it. Like when he broke his arm and was worried he couldn't play baseball again.

But they had overcome it together.

"Hayato," Yamamoto said, moaning as the other placed his hand over his erection. His dick throbbed against Gokudera's hand. It was the first time someone else had ever touched him like this.

Even through the polyester of his boardshorts, it felt better than his own hand. He could only imagine how good Gokudera's hand would feel wrapped around him. "Yeah, because of you," he said softly, sliding his hand up so his thumb could gently roll the little nub of Gokudera's nipple. He leaned in again, words ghosting against Gokudera's lips, "All you."

He moved his other hand from Gokudera's shoulder and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone, raising it up to get a good angle of them kissing and to the picture as he claimed Gokudera's lips again.

Gokudera’s loyalty has only spread out to encompass the rest of the family, those people the boss relies on and spends his time with, typically. He’s not going to trust fall into Hibari Kyoya or anything crazy like that, but he’s not as demanding of himself as he used to be. He can’t do and be everything the Tenth needs, and should give himself more peace.

It’s easier to do with Yamamoto around. Easier to focus on the impact he has on himself and others, and the Rain clearly appreciates him.

Hearing his given name in return earns the baseball idiot a smile and a squeeze. He’s never been this bold, and it’s certainly paying off. His fingers slide and trace what they can, teasing and warm before they pause as Yamamoto’s hand distracts him. A gasp of surprised pleasure leaves as his nipple grows more prominent from stimulation.

He lifts an eyebrow when the phone is taken out, but finds he doesn’t care that much. It’s not like he’s being photographed doing anything horribly embarrassing. Just… kissing and groping the Vongola Rain. The sound of the phone’s camera shutter is barely even a registered noise as he tips his head into the kiss, hearing so focused on the man before him that he could hear their lips over the waves crashing nearby.

If anyone were to stumble upon them, he’d probably just tell them he shoved dynamite down Yamamoto’s shorts. It’d be believable, and his hand gives another firm squeeze that eases into a stroke, assessing and hoping to make matters more difficult for the Rain.

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Takeshi’s Turn

He's looking forward to it!

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