Disclaimer: I don't own KHR or the characters, but this story idea is mine. Contains yaoi, if you don't know what that is look it up before you read.

Gokudera stretched, careful not to wake the teen asleep next to him. 'Guess he doesn't always have his mouth open.' He thought as he brushed a few white strands off of Ryohei's forehead. The boxer was completely quiet and still for once. Gokudera couldn't help but stare as he smoked. He exhaled and put out his cigarette before laying down next to the boxer, shifting until he was pressed tightly against his warmth, the teen's body was like a furnace. He carefully wrapped the older teen's arms loosely around his own slim waist and pressed himself closely against the boxer's chest.

Ryohei mumbled something that sounded surprisingly like his name as he nuzzled into the Italian's hair.

"Shut up Turf Top," Hayato growled pinched the other's arm lightly.

The boxer was surprisingly sweet when he put his mind to it and gentle too, even though this had been his first time with anyone and he'd been as inexperienced and clumsy as Gokudera had expected. He'd been unnaturally quiet and focused, carefully listening to Gokudera's explanations and instructions before eventually blowing his mind. 'He's got major potential' the bomber thought sleepily as his body relaxed. Just before he went to sleep though he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in a certain baseball player's arms.