Round 3

Six months later

Yamamoto gave a sigh of relief as he sank down onto his old bed, glad to be back home in Japan after months of unending missions. Tsuna had been right; He really did need a vacation. Closing his eyes, Yamamoto relaxed as he listened to his dad move around down stairs, a small smile gracing his lips as he traveled down memory lane. He was half asleep by the time he heard his father yell up the stairs, "Takeshi! I'm going out for a little bit. I left some food in the fridge for you if you get hungry!"

Shaking himself awake, Yamamoto sat up, "K...I'll see you when you get back!" Hearing the door shut, Yamamoto reached for his phone, looking to see if Gokudera had called back yet, 'I wish he could of came...' Feeling slightly dejected, Yamamoto flopped back down, deciding to flip thru the pictures of Gokudera he had stashed on his phone from over the years. A smile forming as he looked over a picture from high school, his fingers tracing over the lines of Gokudera's scowling face before moving on.

Minutes past by as he flicked thru image after image, missing Gokudera more with every passing second. Nearing the end, Yamamoto stopped cold, his smile taking a more devilish turn, 'I'd forgotten about these...' Sitting up fully, Yamamoto leaned back against the wall, licking his lips as he focused on the images of Gokudera in his cat ears, growing hard as he remembered that night.

Reaching the end all too soon, Yamamoto wanted to moan, his cock twitching in agreement. Reaching down, Yamamoto rubbed at the bulge that had formed, trying to appease the ache as an idea popped into his head. Leaving the gallery on his phone, Yamamoto quickly flicked thru is video collection, looking for the one he wanted.

Finding it, Yamamoto got the video set up before working to open his slacks and pulling his length free. Not wanting to waste any time, Yamamoto pushed play, his eyes glued to the screen. Yamamoto watched as Gokudera seemed to look everywhere but at the screen as he unbuttoned his shirt, playing with himself. His own hand moved down to lightly stroke along his length, happy with the attention it was getting.

Yamamoto bit his lip as he bit back a moan, his eyes trailing over the slender line of Gokudera's throat, his hand moving in tandem with Gokudera's. Hearing the other's soft moan, calling out his name, Yamamoto closed his eyes briefly as he savored the sound before watching the video once more.

He could feel himself reaching his end, the pressure building as his hand sped up. Focusing on not cumming too soon, Yamamoto was brought back to reality as he heard Gokudera scream his name, white streaks blotting the screen. Working towards his own end, Yamamoto pumped his hand three more times before giving a low moan, cumming into his hand.

Breathing hard, Yamamoto set his phone aside as reached for something to clean his hand off. Finding an old box of tissues, he quickly cleaned himself up and changed his clothes, wanting to be in something more comfortable.

Turning around, he stared at his phone on the bed, 'Maybe...Maybe I'll try one last time.' Walking over, Yamamoto picked up his phone as he dialed the number he knew by heart, waiting as it rang. On the third ring he got an answer.

"What do you want?"

Yamamoto knew without the other telling him that he has a goofy look on his face...It seemed as if it had been so long since he had last seen the other, "How is everything going, Hayato?"

Gokudera gave a sigh as he though his answer over, "I'm tired...I swear there is no end to this fucking paperwork."

"Maybe you should go home for a little while...I know you've been practically living in your office for the past month or so."

"Actually I have a better idea..." Hearing a click, Yamamoto looked to his door, watching as it opened to reveal his silver haired lover, "...I thought that I'd take a vacation."