Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 4
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By: dharmaserenity 
Trunks is grounded and it's all Gohan's fault. How will Gohan make it up to him?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 783 | Status: Completed
Trunks is grounded and it's all Gohan's fault. How will Gohan make it up to him?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 783 | Status: Completed
LEARNING NEW THINGS, PART 4
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 4
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime/Plot-What-Plot - Plot is really coming to now ;)
Also, a little comedy.
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) alternating dominance (Trunks a bit
more for now),
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : angst, m/m sex, graphic sex, a teensy bit of violence
Spoilers : This takes place some time between Bulma's party and the last
Episode of DBZ.
Notes : I owe this to the bit I've read on this site - you guys have
truly inspired this.
Feedback : Please let me know what you think.
Gohan stared up at the sky through the leaves in the tree. He wasn't sure he could move.
He only regained consciousness because his body was cold. He heard Trunks fumbling around with
something in his car's trunk. He smirked tiredly, thinking that only last night he too had been fumbling
around in "his" Trunks.
His Trunks.
He closed his eyes, painfully. He wanted to cry. How could he discover "this" now when he it had no part to
play in a life already well planned?
Before just an hour ago, he could have done something, made some decision, perhaps even forget what had taken
place between the two men. But not now.
The way he had clung to Trunks this afternoon proved to him that he would never be the same again. He couldn't
just pretend that it was all just a fluke, something that happened under the right circumstances. The thought
of life without Trunks seemed meaningless and pain filled. And Gohan was just too tired to even begin to think
of something so gaping and empty.
His family be damned.
Trunks' family be damned.
Videl..
Be damned.
He opened his eyes and finally felt some energy. Or was it the cold air. He sat up gingerly, and looked at Trunks.
Trunks was pinning a safety pin to the rip in his zipper, and looked up smiling guiltily through the lavender hair
in his eyes. His jacket was off, revealing the black tank top he was wearing underneath. Gohan wanted to scream at
him, Why the fuck do you have to be so beautiful?! Instead, he got up shyly, looking for his clothing. He dusted his
back off, bits of grass clinging to his clammy flesh.
As he tugged on his boxers, he straightened and looked at Trunks, catching him glance at his watch. Trunks looked
annoyed. Then a little dimple appeared, and the eyes that Gohan was finding it hard to breath normally around lately,
gave him a dancing look.
"Gohan, you know, because of you and that cock of yours, I'm grounded. I think you owe me one."
Gohan smiled shyly and grabbed his jeans.
Trunks wanted to just devour him when he smiled at Trunks like that. That one spike of hair that Gohan could never seem
tame with all the gel in the world falling in his eyes as he did so. Trunks controlled himself, the urge to just tremble
at everything that was happening between them.
Why the hell did they not see this in each other before? Where the hell did all of this come from?
He thought back to the Budokai where he fought Goten as a kid, back when Gohan was doing his embarrassing Saiyaman stuff.
He remembered looking up to the powerful and older warrior. He tried to remember what it felt like to look at Gohan then.
Why was merely looking at him now almost painful? All the orgasms in the world were being hard pressed to satisfy his
need for Gohan.
And then he went back to that moment when Gohan arrived to face Buu. He and Goten were going to be killed, little kids
or not, and then Gohan showed up, and kicked Buu's ass.
Gohan had straightened up, ready to put on his shirt and looked at Trunks just as Trunks had that memory and saw the
stunned look in the younger man's eyes. He didn't know what had happened, and walked cautiously towards Trunks who was
lost in thought.
Trunks turned still unfocused eyes on him. And finally breathed.
Gohan stopped, looking at him concerned.
"Trunks, what's wrong?"
Trunks shrugged his shoulders and turned around, reaching for his jacket on the hood of his car. He controlled his body
from making jerky movements as the whole of him threatened to tremble.
Trunks was in love for the first time in his life. And he had reason to believe it all started a very long time ago.
And he wasn't prepared for what the realization of those feelings meant. He felt like he was just splayed open, exposed
and vulnerable and it scared the hell out of him. And all of this to an already engaged man.
Trunks pretended nothing was wrong. Gohan sensed something was up, but he too was going through his own confusion.
This was all so new. He didn't know where to begin to think it all through.
Gohan turned around, and picked up his shoes to put them on his bare feet. When done, he straightened, shoving his hands
into his pockets. He was cold now. He wondered when the hell spring would ever get here.
Trunks, jacket back on, turned around and casually asked, "you want a lift?"
Gohan smiled at him. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."
* * *
The smell of Trunks all around him, Gohan tried to seem casual. Trunks drove, not speaking very much, but looking as if
nothing had just happened between the two of them.
Trunks just stared at the road, unwilling to linger over the denim-clad legs in his peripheral vision.
He remembered telling Gohan last night that he loved him. And Gohan had said the same thing back to him. But what did
Gohan make of those words in the light of a new day?
Trunks thought about how it felt to be inside of Gohan and fought the urge to just moan thinking about it.
THIS WAS CRAZY! He thought.
He knew he was never going to make it through the night, all alone in his room. He would end up crawling the walls or
masturbating to death...
"Gohan?"
"Yeah?"
"You owe me."
"I know. You said."
"Well, you can repay me tonight. I need help with my homework."
Gohan nearly cackled. The idea was just ludicrous. Then he saw the serious look on Trunks' profile. Trunks turned
to Gohan and winked.
Gohan felt his heart lurch.
"I'm not allowed out after I get home. And Mom will think it great if you come over because you are such a great influence
over me, unlike your younger brother."
Gohan saw where this was going. He knew that Bulma thought he was a "good boy" and would think just what Trunks had said.
Bulma had recently mentioned to Gohan her annoyance at Goten's behavior of late, hardly knowing that it was her
son who usually lead the way in that relationship.
Gohan thought of the night ahead, the two of them alone in Trunks' bedroom and felt himself stiffen eagerly.
He felt powerless and at Trunks complete mercy. "All right. I'll stop by. What time?"
"Six pm. This way you can impress the folks during dinner."
Gohan thought of sitting across from Bra and turned a fresh shade of pink remembering what state he was in the last time
he saw her.
"Ok."
They were pulling up to the Son home. Trunks stopped the car and waited. Gohan didn't know what to do. He wanted to kiss
Trunks goodbye, but felt foolish. He also was afraid his mother might be looking out the window at them.
"All right, I'll see you later then." Gohan got out of the car and walked to the front door, not looking back as Trunks
backed up and pulled onto the dirt road leading to Gohan's house.
* * *
ChiChi watched as Gohan got out of Trunks' car. She hoped that they weren't fighting anymore - she guessed that's what
the earlier tension had been about. It seemed that things were ok between the two boys.
Boys. What was she thinking? They were men now.
ChiChi had a sinking feeling in her heart for some reason that she couldn't quite place. She pretended not to notice Gohan,
hair looking wild, a stray blade of grass stuck in it, entering the house so that he could just go up to his room
undisturbed.
* * *
The talk with Bulma was pretty nasty. She wasn't even sure she would allow Gohan to come over and Trunks nearly lost it.
Bulma berated Trunks for everything from his grades to Goten, to the girls that always called, to the late hours he kept
all week, it seemed like it would never end. She said she knew he was a man now, but he could start acting a little
responsible if he was such an adult. Trunks just stood there taking the stream of words in without really registering
them. Bulma finally sighed in disgust and said for him to just leave her alone. He checked with her one last time to see
if it was all right for Gohan to come over, and though she wanted to spit back at him, no, it wasn't all right, she knew
what a nice young man Gohan was so really had no reason to deny the visit. If anything, it might do some good.
* * *
Back up in his room, Trunks lay on his bed, all sorts of thoughts flooding his mind. He didn't know how he was even going
to last until 6pm, and then have to sit through a meal in close proximity to Gohan in front of his parents.
His eyes widened. Shit!
How was he going to keep Gohan quiet when they did what they were going to do the whole time they were locked away in his
room?!
He laughed to himself. I'll just gag him, he laughed.
And then a sinister smile lit his face.
He looked at the clock, willing it to move faster.
* * *
Gohan, walking up the front walk to the Briefs home did everything he could to keep the thought out of his head as to what
Vegita said last night just before he bolted. He rang the doorbell, trying not to tremble.
Bra opened the door, giving him a look. In a sarcastic voice she said, "Hi, Gohan. Wonder what you are doing here,
hmmm?"
Gohan scratched the back of his head nervously. She just spun around, letting him find his own way in behind her.
Trunks' smell flooded his senses. He looked around but couldn't see him. Vegita walked by and "Hmpfd," a greeting.
Bulma came into the dining room, placing a large bowl of salad on the table and noticed Gohan standing in the living
room, looking lost.
"Hey, Gohan! What's up?"
"Hi Bulma!" He smiled. "Not much."
"How's Videl?"
He tried not to look uncomfortable. He realized then that he hadn't spoken to her all day, or even all day yesterday.
"She's fine," he lied. He wasn't a very good liar, though, so Bulma sensed something was up. She didn't pry though.
She had her own son to worry about.
Trunks walked in and Gohan felt his stomach lurch.
"Hey." Trunks said in greeting as he clasped his hand in a manly way. Gohan, up close, noticed that Trunks wasn't
meeting his eyes.
"Well boys, dinner's ready. Grab a seat. Vegita! Bra!"
Bra came out of the kitchen and shot Gohan another look.
Gohan thought, this is going to be hell!
Vegita sat down and started serving himself healthy portions. Gohan looked at the food and although nervous, he was a
Saiyan after all and he realized he hadn't eaten a thing all day or even yesterday after lunch at the Diner. He started
filling his plate eagerly, not shy since there was so much food on the table.
Trunks ate his fair share too, but said little during the meal. Bulma just chalked it up to sulkiness from their earlier
argument. She tried to engage Gohan in conversation about his upcoming wedding, but it soon became apparent that the
young man a) didn't know much about the planning of it and b) didn't really want to talk about it. So, Bulma started
talking to Bra instead about clothing and such. Vegita just glared at all the noisy people around him.
* * *
Gohan followed Trunks upstairs, his stomach coiling into knots. Trunks hardly said a word all meal.
They both entered Trunks room to "study," Trunks closing and locking the door.
Trunks turned to Gohan, grabbing him by his tie, pulling him over to him. Both men just leaned against each other,
not kissing, open mouths hovering about an inch from each other's. They swayed a little as if they were doing a slow,
slow dance. Trunks still had Gohan's tie in his hand. He couldn't believe it. They weren't even kissing, but just
being this close to Gohan and he could feel that they were both so aroused.
Gohan gently leaned down and kissed Trunks, cupping his face in his strong hands. Trunks just let himself be kissed,
loving it.
Trunks turned his head, to kind of plunge his tongue into Gohan's mouth further, almost the same move he made when he
gave Gohan head earlier. Gohan started to moan.
Trunks bit Gohan's tongue. Hard.
"Ow!" Gohan stood there, both hands clamped across his mouth, glaring at Trunks.
Trunks thought he looked adorable. Trunks realized then that no matter what Gohan did, from now on he would think Gohan
looked adorable doing it.
Trunks just smiled. "You have to shut up. You can't go yelling like some beast with my parents in the next room,
idiot."
Gohan continued to glare at Trunks, the pain in his mouth subsiding.
Trunks pulled again on Gohan's tie and then leaned closer to undo it. Gohan looked down cautiously at the beautiful,
mischievous face. The tie undone, Trunks pulled it from around Gohan's neck and brought it up, placing it over Gohan's
mouth, the implication of what was to come evident. Gohan, a little shocked, but eager, took his hands away from his
mouth, letting Trunks gag him.
Through the tie, Gohan had to reprimand, "not so tight." It sounded like he said "hot toe bite."
Trunks started to undress Gohan, starting with his glasses and working his way down. When Gohan was naked, Trunks pulled
him over to the bed. Trunks was all business, letting little of his emotion or need show. He pushed Gohan onto the bed
and made him lay flat on his back. Trunks walked over to his closet and pulled out a handful of ties, all various colors
to highlight his eyes and hair. Gohan watched as Trunks sat down on the edge of the bed. Grabbing Gohan's ankle, he
tied it to the foot of the bed using one of the ties. Trunks turned around to grab Gohan's wrist and tie that to the
headboard. He got up, taking his time and walked over to the other side of the bed, saying nothing. Gohan's head lay
on Trunks pillow, Trunks smell filling his nostrils.
Trunks tied Gohans ankle, then wrist on the left side of his body. Gohan was spread out on the bead, the dark bedding
setting off his pale skin. Gohan's eyes burned into Trunks, but Trunks remained composed. He took the remaining ties
in his hand, and held them high above Gohan's body. He then lowered them just enough so that the tips of each tie barely
touched Gohan. He lazily trailed them up and down Gohan's body, satisfied with the squirming it caused in his little
prisoner. He kept whipping the ties lightly over Gohan's hard on. Gohan started to moan through his tie, and Trunks
mercilessly, showing the first true signs of violence in this little torture escapade, roughly shoved a pillow in Gohan's
face, holding it there for moment, until he could see Gohan really struggle for breath. He whipped the pillow away,
and watched Gohan suck in air greedily through his nostrils, a little frightened look in his eyes.
Gohan really wasn't restrained. He could just flick his wrist and break the ties, but he knew that this was a game of
dominance, and Trunks was in command. And Gohan was realizing that he liked it that way.
Trunks continued to lazily trail the ties up and down Gohan's body. If a little moan escaped Gohan's lips, Trunks made
to grab the pillow roughly and and Gohan would cease making noise - Trunks would release the pillow each time, but kept
it near his knee where he stood over the bed.
Trunks, when it became apparent that Gohan wouldn't make another sound, took one of the ties and jumped on the bed.
Kneeling over Gohan, he tied the tie over his eyes. He was satisfied that he could still see Gohan's thick dark
eyebrows. He fought the urge to stroke them with a fingertip.
Gohan, unable to see, could only hear the distinctive sound of Trunks clothing coming off. When the sound of material
sliding off of skin stopped, he waited in anticipation. Nothing happened for what seemed like aeons, when it really
was only one full minute. Trunks just stared at Gohan, taking in every inch of his body, memorizing each tiny scar,
each mark, each hair.
Gohan suddenly felt Trunks weight on the bed next to him, and then Trunks arms and legs on either side of him. Trunks
propped up high over Gohan by his limbs just stared down at him. He then slowly lowered himself just enough so that
his skin lightly touched Gohan's. He slowly rubbed his body lightly against Gohan's, up and down, doing to Gohan with
his body what he had done with the ties.
Gohan strained against his binds and arched his body up to meet Trunks. He didn't moan, but he was breathing heavily.
The sound of their breathing was all that they heard, and even though they both really got off on the sounds they've
made so far when having sex, this too was also very arousing. Trunks continued to trail his body over Gohan's for about
ten minutes. He could begin to hear moans creep again into Gohan's breathing, knowing he was driving the poor Saiyan mad.
Instead of using the pillow, he pressed his mouth to Gohan's, kissing him through the tie. Gohan futilely pushed
through the tie with his tongue, wanting the kiss so badly. Trunks let his mouth trail down Gohan's chin instead,
to his neck, lingering there. He decided it was time to truly make love to Gohan, and he planned on starting by kissing
every possible inch of his lover's body.
Trunks was just getting down to Gohan's soft belly, after thoroughly licking and biting at each nipple for what seemed
like an agonizing eternity, when he suddenly felt feather light pelting on the side of his head. One pelt was a drop of
hot semen falling on his cheek. He watched as the rest of Gohan's cum shot out of him, laying his head on his belly,
hearing Gohan's heart beat rapidly within his chest.
Gohan whimpered. He would lose his mind if this continued. He had to hold Trunks. He wanted release. He knew that in
a moment he would be hard again, and Trunks would only continue the agonizing, quiet torture. It was blissfully agonizing,
and he wouldn't be anywhere else in the world for any thing, but it was killing him.
Trunks resumed his kissing, licking at the drops of semen that fell on Gohan's belly. A drop had settled in his belly
button and Trunks lapped it up. He started to lazily trail his forefinger through the mat of Gohan's black pubic hair.
Gohan pushed slowly yet urgently against him with his hips. Gohan was already getting hard again. Trunks ignored
Gohan's cock, and instead continued his kissing down one leg, all the way to his toes. He sucked one toe, and dug his
tongue between two. Gohan strained so hard at his binds he snapped one tie, breathing hard. Trunks sat up, turning
around to look at Gohan, who used his loose hand to push the bind over his eyes up and out of the way.
He stared at Trunks, Trunks body turned from him. Trunks sprang to leap on top of Gohan like a cat, full length, again
propped up high over him. Trunks looked down at Gohan and Gohan breathed hard. With one hand Trunks released the tie
around Gohan's mouth.
"You going to be quiet?"
Gohan nodded.
Trunks rewarded him with a long and passionate kiss. He settled his body on top of Gohan's feeling Gohan's one free arm
touch and caress his back. Trunks wanted to be held, so he reached over, still kissing Gohan, and ripped the other
binding of Gohan's hand. Gohan bent his legs ripping them free from the footboard. Gohan wrapped him self around
Trunks, their limbs intertwining. He rolled so he could be on top of Trunks. He leaned on an elbow, so that he could
move a lock of lavendar hair out of one of those beautiful eyes. The gesture was so loving that it took everything in
Trunks not to cry out, and smother Gohan. Gohan then trailed kisses down Trunks front, until he was looking at burgundy
curls surrounding a pink cock so stiff it looked like it hurt. Gohan took it in his warm mouth and Trunks came right
there and then, shuddering quietly. Gohan tasted the flood in his mouth and wished that he could have had a longer
time lingering over the taste of Trunks. He felt a hand on his own erection and closed his eyes dreamily.
Trunks lifted his neck and whispered, "I know how both of us can keep quiet."
Gohan smiled at Trunks adoringly, and started to work on getting Trunks back up again with his mouth. He felt a warm
wet tongue tease the slit on the tip of his cock.
The two men continued to taste and pleasure each other, Gohan on top, his long legs crawling up Trunks headboard.
* * *
They each came several times, their bodies shuddering against the other. It was a little overwhelming for both several
times, but they continued, wanting to please the other, imagining that their pleasure was being mirrored by the other.
Eventually, it just became easier for Trunks to be on top, him the least heavy of the two. Also, it gave Gohan a chance
to stretch out on the bed beneath him, circulation returning to his long legs.
Gohan, deliciously feeling his body finishing its last orgasm, emptying into Trunks mouth, expressed what he was feeling
all over Trunks cock in his own mouth. For about the thousandth time, he took the gathering moisture frothing about his
lips onto his fingertips to massage and lightly enter Trunks anus with them.. He felt Trunks body tremble and losing
count at this point, Trunks came into Gohan's mouth. But, awkwardly in his body's frenzy, Trunks shifted a little,
causing his cock to go in a little deeper than Gohan had been prepared for. For some reason, this struck Gohan funny,
and he laughed/snorted, spraying Trunks still pumping semen all over the insides of Trunks thighs and messily all over
himself. This explosion, startling him, made him laugh further, spraying even more. It was like laughing at the same
time as drinking milk. The thought caused him to crack up even more.
Trunks, wondering what the hell was going on, sat up and was greeted by the site of Gohan still chuckling, faced covered
in his cum. Trunks gave him a loving smile, chuckling softly. He reached for a clump of tissues and started to wipe
Gohan's face dry. Gohan just laid there, enjoying the tender attention. Trunks noticed Gohans poor eyes starting to
droop. They had been at it for hours and it was already well past 11pm. The house sounded quiet.
Gohan was already drifting to sleep. Trunks didn't have the heart to tell him he couldn't. He knew Gohan was in no
condition to walk or fly and he knew that he shouldn't get behind the wheel of a car himself. Gohan was definitely
sleeping now, and Trunks thought he looked like an angel. He trailed the back of his fingers along that strong jaw,
just wanting to look at him all night. Trunks felt cold, and wanted to lie with Gohan under the covers. He used his
strength, almost fully spent, but still just enough, to lift under the natural arch or Gohan's back to lift him up.
A sleepy "Trunks" escaped Gohan's lips. Trunks smiled. He lifted the both of them up and positioned them with their
heads at the head of the bed. He pulled the covers up from underneath them and snuggled up to Gohan's sleeping form
under the warmth of his clean smelling sheets. He rubbed his nose behind Gohan's ear, Gohan's smell filling his senses.
His arm tightly wrapped around Gohan's chest, he could begin to feel the first tendrils of sleep overtake him. He
didn't care if they were caught. He didn't care if the world new.
* * *
Bulma awoke, looking at her sleeping Saiyan prince, bedclothes tangled at his feet, looking sweet. She covered him
up and gave his shoulder a kiss, before she made her sleepy way over to the bathroom to start her day. When she had
finished washing her face, she opened the bathroom door, and dried her face with a towel. She saw Bra's bedroom door
open up the hallway, the girl coming out quickly, being quiet, with a mischievous look on her face, heading toward
her brother's room. The girl had her camera in her hand. Bulma, an annoyed yet amused look on her face, crossed her
arms and leaned against the door, watching as the girl let herself inside with a key that Bulma didn't know she had.
Bulma leaned there for a moment, but then decided she'd just fetch the pictures in a day or so when she had an
opportunity to visit the girl's room while Bra was in school. She shook her head, chuckling to herself.
* * *
Bra let herself in and was happy to see that she hadn't woken her brother and his lover. They were both turned the
other way, Gohan's arms wrapped tightly around Trunks. She stood there a moment, admitting to herself that they did
somehow look "right" together. In fact, they looked rather adorable. She smirked, lifting her camera up, snapping
several pictures of them.
The combined flash and click of the shutter woke Trunks from his dreamy sleep. He sat up quickly, to turn around and
glare at his sister, a look of worry on his big-eyed face. He disturbed Gohan, who rolled onto his back, sleepily
rubbing is eyes with the hand that had been wrapped around Trunks. Lifting his arm as he did, he exposed most of his
uncovered chest, and Bra had to hold her breath in. She could see what Trunks was so crazy about. He looked beautiful
and just so warm and inviting, an innocent look on his sleeping face.
Trunks whispered fiercely to his sister over Gohan, waking the poor man, who sat up, looking shamed and nervous at Bra
and her camera.
"What are you doing, Sis?" "Sis" was practically hissed.
Trunks sleep breath smelled and the girl wrinkled her nose distastefully.
"Nothing. Yet." She smirked at the pair of them. She leaned in. "You only have yourselves to blame. The first time
was on the house. You just got served!"
With that, the girl walked out. Trunks had thought about wrenching the camera from her, but then Bra would only have
yelled, calling attention to them all, bringing Vegeta, probably disturbed from sleep no less, to find out what was
the matter.
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 4
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime/Plot-What-Plot - Plot is really coming to now ;)
Also, a little comedy.
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) alternating dominance (Trunks a bit
more for now),
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : angst, m/m sex, graphic sex, a teensy bit of violence
Spoilers : This takes place some time between Bulma's party and the last
Episode of DBZ.
Notes : I owe this to the bit I've read on this site - you guys have
truly inspired this.
Feedback : Please let me know what you think.
Gohan stared up at the sky through the leaves in the tree. He wasn't sure he could move.
He only regained consciousness because his body was cold. He heard Trunks fumbling around with
something in his car's trunk. He smirked tiredly, thinking that only last night he too had been fumbling
around in "his" Trunks.
His Trunks.
He closed his eyes, painfully. He wanted to cry. How could he discover "this" now when he it had no part to
play in a life already well planned?
Before just an hour ago, he could have done something, made some decision, perhaps even forget what had taken
place between the two men. But not now.
The way he had clung to Trunks this afternoon proved to him that he would never be the same again. He couldn't
just pretend that it was all just a fluke, something that happened under the right circumstances. The thought
of life without Trunks seemed meaningless and pain filled. And Gohan was just too tired to even begin to think
of something so gaping and empty.
His family be damned.
Trunks' family be damned.
Videl..
Be damned.
He opened his eyes and finally felt some energy. Or was it the cold air. He sat up gingerly, and looked at Trunks.
Trunks was pinning a safety pin to the rip in his zipper, and looked up smiling guiltily through the lavender hair
in his eyes. His jacket was off, revealing the black tank top he was wearing underneath. Gohan wanted to scream at
him, Why the fuck do you have to be so beautiful?! Instead, he got up shyly, looking for his clothing. He dusted his
back off, bits of grass clinging to his clammy flesh.
As he tugged on his boxers, he straightened and looked at Trunks, catching him glance at his watch. Trunks looked
annoyed. Then a little dimple appeared, and the eyes that Gohan was finding it hard to breath normally around lately,
gave him a dancing look.
"Gohan, you know, because of you and that cock of yours, I'm grounded. I think you owe me one."
Gohan smiled shyly and grabbed his jeans.
Trunks wanted to just devour him when he smiled at Trunks like that. That one spike of hair that Gohan could never seem
tame with all the gel in the world falling in his eyes as he did so. Trunks controlled himself, the urge to just tremble
at everything that was happening between them.
Why the hell did they not see this in each other before? Where the hell did all of this come from?
He thought back to the Budokai where he fought Goten as a kid, back when Gohan was doing his embarrassing Saiyaman stuff.
He remembered looking up to the powerful and older warrior. He tried to remember what it felt like to look at Gohan then.
Why was merely looking at him now almost painful? All the orgasms in the world were being hard pressed to satisfy his
need for Gohan.
And then he went back to that moment when Gohan arrived to face Buu. He and Goten were going to be killed, little kids
or not, and then Gohan showed up, and kicked Buu's ass.
Gohan had straightened up, ready to put on his shirt and looked at Trunks just as Trunks had that memory and saw the
stunned look in the younger man's eyes. He didn't know what had happened, and walked cautiously towards Trunks who was
lost in thought.
Trunks turned still unfocused eyes on him. And finally breathed.
Gohan stopped, looking at him concerned.
"Trunks, what's wrong?"
Trunks shrugged his shoulders and turned around, reaching for his jacket on the hood of his car. He controlled his body
from making jerky movements as the whole of him threatened to tremble.
Trunks was in love for the first time in his life. And he had reason to believe it all started a very long time ago.
And he wasn't prepared for what the realization of those feelings meant. He felt like he was just splayed open, exposed
and vulnerable and it scared the hell out of him. And all of this to an already engaged man.
Trunks pretended nothing was wrong. Gohan sensed something was up, but he too was going through his own confusion.
This was all so new. He didn't know where to begin to think it all through.
Gohan turned around, and picked up his shoes to put them on his bare feet. When done, he straightened, shoving his hands
into his pockets. He was cold now. He wondered when the hell spring would ever get here.
Trunks, jacket back on, turned around and casually asked, "you want a lift?"
Gohan smiled at him. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."
* * *
The smell of Trunks all around him, Gohan tried to seem casual. Trunks drove, not speaking very much, but looking as if
nothing had just happened between the two of them.
Trunks just stared at the road, unwilling to linger over the denim-clad legs in his peripheral vision.
He remembered telling Gohan last night that he loved him. And Gohan had said the same thing back to him. But what did
Gohan make of those words in the light of a new day?
Trunks thought about how it felt to be inside of Gohan and fought the urge to just moan thinking about it.
THIS WAS CRAZY! He thought.
He knew he was never going to make it through the night, all alone in his room. He would end up crawling the walls or
masturbating to death...
"Gohan?"
"Yeah?"
"You owe me."
"I know. You said."
"Well, you can repay me tonight. I need help with my homework."
Gohan nearly cackled. The idea was just ludicrous. Then he saw the serious look on Trunks' profile. Trunks turned
to Gohan and winked.
Gohan felt his heart lurch.
"I'm not allowed out after I get home. And Mom will think it great if you come over because you are such a great influence
over me, unlike your younger brother."
Gohan saw where this was going. He knew that Bulma thought he was a "good boy" and would think just what Trunks had said.
Bulma had recently mentioned to Gohan her annoyance at Goten's behavior of late, hardly knowing that it was her
son who usually lead the way in that relationship.
Gohan thought of the night ahead, the two of them alone in Trunks' bedroom and felt himself stiffen eagerly.
He felt powerless and at Trunks complete mercy. "All right. I'll stop by. What time?"
"Six pm. This way you can impress the folks during dinner."
Gohan thought of sitting across from Bra and turned a fresh shade of pink remembering what state he was in the last time
he saw her.
"Ok."
They were pulling up to the Son home. Trunks stopped the car and waited. Gohan didn't know what to do. He wanted to kiss
Trunks goodbye, but felt foolish. He also was afraid his mother might be looking out the window at them.
"All right, I'll see you later then." Gohan got out of the car and walked to the front door, not looking back as Trunks
backed up and pulled onto the dirt road leading to Gohan's house.
* * *
ChiChi watched as Gohan got out of Trunks' car. She hoped that they weren't fighting anymore - she guessed that's what
the earlier tension had been about. It seemed that things were ok between the two boys.
Boys. What was she thinking? They were men now.
ChiChi had a sinking feeling in her heart for some reason that she couldn't quite place. She pretended not to notice Gohan,
hair looking wild, a stray blade of grass stuck in it, entering the house so that he could just go up to his room
undisturbed.
* * *
The talk with Bulma was pretty nasty. She wasn't even sure she would allow Gohan to come over and Trunks nearly lost it.
Bulma berated Trunks for everything from his grades to Goten, to the girls that always called, to the late hours he kept
all week, it seemed like it would never end. She said she knew he was a man now, but he could start acting a little
responsible if he was such an adult. Trunks just stood there taking the stream of words in without really registering
them. Bulma finally sighed in disgust and said for him to just leave her alone. He checked with her one last time to see
if it was all right for Gohan to come over, and though she wanted to spit back at him, no, it wasn't all right, she knew
what a nice young man Gohan was so really had no reason to deny the visit. If anything, it might do some good.
* * *
Back up in his room, Trunks lay on his bed, all sorts of thoughts flooding his mind. He didn't know how he was even going
to last until 6pm, and then have to sit through a meal in close proximity to Gohan in front of his parents.
His eyes widened. Shit!
How was he going to keep Gohan quiet when they did what they were going to do the whole time they were locked away in his
room?!
He laughed to himself. I'll just gag him, he laughed.
And then a sinister smile lit his face.
He looked at the clock, willing it to move faster.
* * *
Gohan, walking up the front walk to the Briefs home did everything he could to keep the thought out of his head as to what
Vegita said last night just before he bolted. He rang the doorbell, trying not to tremble.
Bra opened the door, giving him a look. In a sarcastic voice she said, "Hi, Gohan. Wonder what you are doing here,
hmmm?"
Gohan scratched the back of his head nervously. She just spun around, letting him find his own way in behind her.
Trunks' smell flooded his senses. He looked around but couldn't see him. Vegita walked by and "Hmpfd," a greeting.
Bulma came into the dining room, placing a large bowl of salad on the table and noticed Gohan standing in the living
room, looking lost.
"Hey, Gohan! What's up?"
"Hi Bulma!" He smiled. "Not much."
"How's Videl?"
He tried not to look uncomfortable. He realized then that he hadn't spoken to her all day, or even all day yesterday.
"She's fine," he lied. He wasn't a very good liar, though, so Bulma sensed something was up. She didn't pry though.
She had her own son to worry about.
Trunks walked in and Gohan felt his stomach lurch.
"Hey." Trunks said in greeting as he clasped his hand in a manly way. Gohan, up close, noticed that Trunks wasn't
meeting his eyes.
"Well boys, dinner's ready. Grab a seat. Vegita! Bra!"
Bra came out of the kitchen and shot Gohan another look.
Gohan thought, this is going to be hell!
Vegita sat down and started serving himself healthy portions. Gohan looked at the food and although nervous, he was a
Saiyan after all and he realized he hadn't eaten a thing all day or even yesterday after lunch at the Diner. He started
filling his plate eagerly, not shy since there was so much food on the table.
Trunks ate his fair share too, but said little during the meal. Bulma just chalked it up to sulkiness from their earlier
argument. She tried to engage Gohan in conversation about his upcoming wedding, but it soon became apparent that the
young man a) didn't know much about the planning of it and b) didn't really want to talk about it. So, Bulma started
talking to Bra instead about clothing and such. Vegita just glared at all the noisy people around him.
* * *
Gohan followed Trunks upstairs, his stomach coiling into knots. Trunks hardly said a word all meal.
They both entered Trunks room to "study," Trunks closing and locking the door.
Trunks turned to Gohan, grabbing him by his tie, pulling him over to him. Both men just leaned against each other,
not kissing, open mouths hovering about an inch from each other's. They swayed a little as if they were doing a slow,
slow dance. Trunks still had Gohan's tie in his hand. He couldn't believe it. They weren't even kissing, but just
being this close to Gohan and he could feel that they were both so aroused.
Gohan gently leaned down and kissed Trunks, cupping his face in his strong hands. Trunks just let himself be kissed,
loving it.
Trunks turned his head, to kind of plunge his tongue into Gohan's mouth further, almost the same move he made when he
gave Gohan head earlier. Gohan started to moan.
Trunks bit Gohan's tongue. Hard.
"Ow!" Gohan stood there, both hands clamped across his mouth, glaring at Trunks.
Trunks thought he looked adorable. Trunks realized then that no matter what Gohan did, from now on he would think Gohan
looked adorable doing it.
Trunks just smiled. "You have to shut up. You can't go yelling like some beast with my parents in the next room,
idiot."
Gohan continued to glare at Trunks, the pain in his mouth subsiding.
Trunks pulled again on Gohan's tie and then leaned closer to undo it. Gohan looked down cautiously at the beautiful,
mischievous face. The tie undone, Trunks pulled it from around Gohan's neck and brought it up, placing it over Gohan's
mouth, the implication of what was to come evident. Gohan, a little shocked, but eager, took his hands away from his
mouth, letting Trunks gag him.
Through the tie, Gohan had to reprimand, "not so tight." It sounded like he said "hot toe bite."
Trunks started to undress Gohan, starting with his glasses and working his way down. When Gohan was naked, Trunks pulled
him over to the bed. Trunks was all business, letting little of his emotion or need show. He pushed Gohan onto the bed
and made him lay flat on his back. Trunks walked over to his closet and pulled out a handful of ties, all various colors
to highlight his eyes and hair. Gohan watched as Trunks sat down on the edge of the bed. Grabbing Gohan's ankle, he
tied it to the foot of the bed using one of the ties. Trunks turned around to grab Gohan's wrist and tie that to the
headboard. He got up, taking his time and walked over to the other side of the bed, saying nothing. Gohan's head lay
on Trunks pillow, Trunks smell filling his nostrils.
Trunks tied Gohans ankle, then wrist on the left side of his body. Gohan was spread out on the bead, the dark bedding
setting off his pale skin. Gohan's eyes burned into Trunks, but Trunks remained composed. He took the remaining ties
in his hand, and held them high above Gohan's body. He then lowered them just enough so that the tips of each tie barely
touched Gohan. He lazily trailed them up and down Gohan's body, satisfied with the squirming it caused in his little
prisoner. He kept whipping the ties lightly over Gohan's hard on. Gohan started to moan through his tie, and Trunks
mercilessly, showing the first true signs of violence in this little torture escapade, roughly shoved a pillow in Gohan's
face, holding it there for moment, until he could see Gohan really struggle for breath. He whipped the pillow away,
and watched Gohan suck in air greedily through his nostrils, a little frightened look in his eyes.
Gohan really wasn't restrained. He could just flick his wrist and break the ties, but he knew that this was a game of
dominance, and Trunks was in command. And Gohan was realizing that he liked it that way.
Trunks continued to lazily trail the ties up and down Gohan's body. If a little moan escaped Gohan's lips, Trunks made
to grab the pillow roughly and and Gohan would cease making noise - Trunks would release the pillow each time, but kept
it near his knee where he stood over the bed.
Trunks, when it became apparent that Gohan wouldn't make another sound, took one of the ties and jumped on the bed.
Kneeling over Gohan, he tied the tie over his eyes. He was satisfied that he could still see Gohan's thick dark
eyebrows. He fought the urge to stroke them with a fingertip.
Gohan, unable to see, could only hear the distinctive sound of Trunks clothing coming off. When the sound of material
sliding off of skin stopped, he waited in anticipation. Nothing happened for what seemed like aeons, when it really
was only one full minute. Trunks just stared at Gohan, taking in every inch of his body, memorizing each tiny scar,
each mark, each hair.
Gohan suddenly felt Trunks weight on the bed next to him, and then Trunks arms and legs on either side of him. Trunks
propped up high over Gohan by his limbs just stared down at him. He then slowly lowered himself just enough so that
his skin lightly touched Gohan's. He slowly rubbed his body lightly against Gohan's, up and down, doing to Gohan with
his body what he had done with the ties.
Gohan strained against his binds and arched his body up to meet Trunks. He didn't moan, but he was breathing heavily.
The sound of their breathing was all that they heard, and even though they both really got off on the sounds they've
made so far when having sex, this too was also very arousing. Trunks continued to trail his body over Gohan's for about
ten minutes. He could begin to hear moans creep again into Gohan's breathing, knowing he was driving the poor Saiyan mad.
Instead of using the pillow, he pressed his mouth to Gohan's, kissing him through the tie. Gohan futilely pushed
through the tie with his tongue, wanting the kiss so badly. Trunks let his mouth trail down Gohan's chin instead,
to his neck, lingering there. He decided it was time to truly make love to Gohan, and he planned on starting by kissing
every possible inch of his lover's body.
Trunks was just getting down to Gohan's soft belly, after thoroughly licking and biting at each nipple for what seemed
like an agonizing eternity, when he suddenly felt feather light pelting on the side of his head. One pelt was a drop of
hot semen falling on his cheek. He watched as the rest of Gohan's cum shot out of him, laying his head on his belly,
hearing Gohan's heart beat rapidly within his chest.
Gohan whimpered. He would lose his mind if this continued. He had to hold Trunks. He wanted release. He knew that in
a moment he would be hard again, and Trunks would only continue the agonizing, quiet torture. It was blissfully agonizing,
and he wouldn't be anywhere else in the world for any thing, but it was killing him.
Trunks resumed his kissing, licking at the drops of semen that fell on Gohan's belly. A drop had settled in his belly
button and Trunks lapped it up. He started to lazily trail his forefinger through the mat of Gohan's black pubic hair.
Gohan pushed slowly yet urgently against him with his hips. Gohan was already getting hard again. Trunks ignored
Gohan's cock, and instead continued his kissing down one leg, all the way to his toes. He sucked one toe, and dug his
tongue between two. Gohan strained so hard at his binds he snapped one tie, breathing hard. Trunks sat up, turning
around to look at Gohan, who used his loose hand to push the bind over his eyes up and out of the way.
He stared at Trunks, Trunks body turned from him. Trunks sprang to leap on top of Gohan like a cat, full length, again
propped up high over him. Trunks looked down at Gohan and Gohan breathed hard. With one hand Trunks released the tie
around Gohan's mouth.
"You going to be quiet?"
Gohan nodded.
Trunks rewarded him with a long and passionate kiss. He settled his body on top of Gohan's feeling Gohan's one free arm
touch and caress his back. Trunks wanted to be held, so he reached over, still kissing Gohan, and ripped the other
binding of Gohan's hand. Gohan bent his legs ripping them free from the footboard. Gohan wrapped him self around
Trunks, their limbs intertwining. He rolled so he could be on top of Trunks. He leaned on an elbow, so that he could
move a lock of lavendar hair out of one of those beautiful eyes. The gesture was so loving that it took everything in
Trunks not to cry out, and smother Gohan. Gohan then trailed kisses down Trunks front, until he was looking at burgundy
curls surrounding a pink cock so stiff it looked like it hurt. Gohan took it in his warm mouth and Trunks came right
there and then, shuddering quietly. Gohan tasted the flood in his mouth and wished that he could have had a longer
time lingering over the taste of Trunks. He felt a hand on his own erection and closed his eyes dreamily.
Trunks lifted his neck and whispered, "I know how both of us can keep quiet."
Gohan smiled at Trunks adoringly, and started to work on getting Trunks back up again with his mouth. He felt a warm
wet tongue tease the slit on the tip of his cock.
The two men continued to taste and pleasure each other, Gohan on top, his long legs crawling up Trunks headboard.
* * *
They each came several times, their bodies shuddering against the other. It was a little overwhelming for both several
times, but they continued, wanting to please the other, imagining that their pleasure was being mirrored by the other.
Eventually, it just became easier for Trunks to be on top, him the least heavy of the two. Also, it gave Gohan a chance
to stretch out on the bed beneath him, circulation returning to his long legs.
Gohan, deliciously feeling his body finishing its last orgasm, emptying into Trunks mouth, expressed what he was feeling
all over Trunks cock in his own mouth. For about the thousandth time, he took the gathering moisture frothing about his
lips onto his fingertips to massage and lightly enter Trunks anus with them.. He felt Trunks body tremble and losing
count at this point, Trunks came into Gohan's mouth. But, awkwardly in his body's frenzy, Trunks shifted a little,
causing his cock to go in a little deeper than Gohan had been prepared for. For some reason, this struck Gohan funny,
and he laughed/snorted, spraying Trunks still pumping semen all over the insides of Trunks thighs and messily all over
himself. This explosion, startling him, made him laugh further, spraying even more. It was like laughing at the same
time as drinking milk. The thought caused him to crack up even more.
Trunks, wondering what the hell was going on, sat up and was greeted by the site of Gohan still chuckling, faced covered
in his cum. Trunks gave him a loving smile, chuckling softly. He reached for a clump of tissues and started to wipe
Gohan's face dry. Gohan just laid there, enjoying the tender attention. Trunks noticed Gohans poor eyes starting to
droop. They had been at it for hours and it was already well past 11pm. The house sounded quiet.
Gohan was already drifting to sleep. Trunks didn't have the heart to tell him he couldn't. He knew Gohan was in no
condition to walk or fly and he knew that he shouldn't get behind the wheel of a car himself. Gohan was definitely
sleeping now, and Trunks thought he looked like an angel. He trailed the back of his fingers along that strong jaw,
just wanting to look at him all night. Trunks felt cold, and wanted to lie with Gohan under the covers. He used his
strength, almost fully spent, but still just enough, to lift under the natural arch or Gohan's back to lift him up.
A sleepy "Trunks" escaped Gohan's lips. Trunks smiled. He lifted the both of them up and positioned them with their
heads at the head of the bed. He pulled the covers up from underneath them and snuggled up to Gohan's sleeping form
under the warmth of his clean smelling sheets. He rubbed his nose behind Gohan's ear, Gohan's smell filling his senses.
His arm tightly wrapped around Gohan's chest, he could begin to feel the first tendrils of sleep overtake him. He
didn't care if they were caught. He didn't care if the world new.
* * *
Bulma awoke, looking at her sleeping Saiyan prince, bedclothes tangled at his feet, looking sweet. She covered him
up and gave his shoulder a kiss, before she made her sleepy way over to the bathroom to start her day. When she had
finished washing her face, she opened the bathroom door, and dried her face with a towel. She saw Bra's bedroom door
open up the hallway, the girl coming out quickly, being quiet, with a mischievous look on her face, heading toward
her brother's room. The girl had her camera in her hand. Bulma, an annoyed yet amused look on her face, crossed her
arms and leaned against the door, watching as the girl let herself inside with a key that Bulma didn't know she had.
Bulma leaned there for a moment, but then decided she'd just fetch the pictures in a day or so when she had an
opportunity to visit the girl's room while Bra was in school. She shook her head, chuckling to herself.
* * *
Bra let herself in and was happy to see that she hadn't woken her brother and his lover. They were both turned the
other way, Gohan's arms wrapped tightly around Trunks. She stood there a moment, admitting to herself that they did
somehow look "right" together. In fact, they looked rather adorable. She smirked, lifting her camera up, snapping
several pictures of them.
The combined flash and click of the shutter woke Trunks from his dreamy sleep. He sat up quickly, to turn around and
glare at his sister, a look of worry on his big-eyed face. He disturbed Gohan, who rolled onto his back, sleepily
rubbing is eyes with the hand that had been wrapped around Trunks. Lifting his arm as he did, he exposed most of his
uncovered chest, and Bra had to hold her breath in. She could see what Trunks was so crazy about. He looked beautiful
and just so warm and inviting, an innocent look on his sleeping face.
Trunks whispered fiercely to his sister over Gohan, waking the poor man, who sat up, looking shamed and nervous at Bra
and her camera.
"What are you doing, Sis?" "Sis" was practically hissed.
Trunks sleep breath smelled and the girl wrinkled her nose distastefully.
"Nothing. Yet." She smirked at the pair of them. She leaned in. "You only have yourselves to blame. The first time
was on the house. You just got served!"
With that, the girl walked out. Trunks had thought about wrenching the camera from her, but then Bra would only have
yelled, calling attention to them all, bringing Vegeta, probably disturbed from sleep no less, to find out what was
the matter.