Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Out behind the bike shed ❯ Date ( Chapter 18 )

Out behind the bike shed

 

By The Chichi Slaughter House

 

Disclaimer: (cackles evilly and dies) Obviously DBZ isn't mine…none of these characters are mine…the plot…is mine…but the characters aren't…and…ummm…neither's DBZ, but I already said that. I also do not own any brand names mentioned in this fic.

 

Warnings: YAOI, GokuxVegeta(Goku being the seme, Vegeta being the uke), highschool fic, OMG! Burn it now! XD Smartass comments from author, possibly lemons also.

 

Just to get this straight, Goku is called Kakarott Kirabiyaka, but his nickname is Goku. Only his family and Vegeta will call him Kakarott. And I know, Turles isn't related to Goku, but I wanted him to be in this for plot reasons.

 

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Chapter eighteen: Date

 

It had been two months since that promise had been made, and Goku had never felt better in his life. His marks in lessons had gone up, the teachers were happy with him - though he only cared for the opinion of one - his father was impressed, and his younger twin was jealous. What could be better?

 

Every Friday night, he would go out with his friends, and he'd spend a lazy Sunday at home with his family. Saturdays were exclusively reserved so that he could spend time with Vegeta, and every time, they went out someplace nice while the smaller man talked to him about a few things that he had requested to know. He loved spending time with the older man, and despite the lack of sexual activities that he wanted, he felt quite content with how things were going. He learnt something new about the teacher every week, and the fact that there was so much to know thrilled him. He liked how mysterious the other man was usually, but he couldn't help but enjoy how open about things he could be too.

 

For the teen, it was like Heaven on Earth.

 

And he didn't care how cheesy or corny it sounded, because it was true.

 

He really cared for Vegeta, he had known he had for quite a few weeks now, but he hadn't said anything to him about it. As it was, he didn't know how the smaller man felt, and he didn't dare to ask in case it was something he didn't want to hear. He didn't intend to ask until he actually knew how the smaller man felt; it would be easier for him to say how much he cared that way.

 

Though, he wasn't even sure how he felt. Sure, he cared about him a lot and…fantasized about him a lot, but to call something love if it was just a deep caring would not be wise. He didn't want to say to the other man that he loved him if he didn't, because he would find it cruel.

 

He thought he knew of one way to find out the smaller man's feelings though. It was a tricky idea, and it depended entirely of what the older man did in the holiday seasons. The reason this mattered was that…

 

Christmas was coming up soon.

 

He planned to seduce the teacher that evening and tell him his feelings.

 

The only problem was the fact that the teacher might already have plans that night, might be visiting some relatives or something, and, as he wanted it to be a surprise, he couldn't just ask him what he was doing. He had to find a sneaky way to find out what was going on without Vegeta even knowing, or all his plans would be pointless. There would be no alcohol, there would be no roaring fireplace - or at least central heating - there would be no cuddling, or any sort of romantic or sexual encounters.

 

In any case, it was now a Saturday morning, a few weeks before Christmas was going to start, and the teen wanted to know now rather than later whether his plan would wok so that he could formulate a new one for the next opportunity he would be able to foresee.

 

Licking his lips, the teen waited patiently for that phonecall to his mobile that would tell him he was allowed to head over to the teacher's apartment, a stupid grin on his face. Vegeta had gotten his mobile number not too long after they had agreed to go out, but he would not let the teen have his in return, and he always called using a private number so that Goku would not know it. It was a weird exchange, the younger man knew that, but it was also a sort of safety measure, he supposed. If anyone thought they were dating and found his phone with the teacher's number on it, that would really be a strong indication that they were right. The only way he knew how to contact him was to go to his home, and he had no need to write down the address as he didn't really know it too well himself. He did have Vegeta's CV, but it was unlikely that people were going to raid his trouser pockets to find out if he had it written down somewhere.

 

Feeling his phone begin to buzz in his pocket, he scrambled to answer, smiling in a goofy way to himself as he did so.

 

“Hello?” He asked, anticipation running through him.

 

“Hi Kakarott.” The smaller man's voice sounded even deeper on the phone, and he loved the way it made him feel. “I'll be ready to go in ten minutes, so why don't you make your way over here right now? I should be ready when you arrive.” He grinned widely.

 

“Okay, see you soon.” Putting the phone down, he grabbed his jacket from next to himself and left the house, uncaring that his twin would be alone all day as he pulled on the coat and began to run to the teacher's house. The only problem with this was that he didn't know the direct route to Vegeta's house from his own, and that he had to go to the school first to be able to find his way. Grinning the whole time he was running, he saw nobody he knew, quite happy that he didn't have to be delayed at all, finally reaching the road that wound down to the apartments, slowing into a walk.

 

Even though he was really excited to be seeing the other man, he didn't want to seem overeager; he didn't know how the smaller man would react to such a thing, and didn't wish to accidentally be pushed away when they had just started making good progress.

 

The last time he had seen the teacher - last Saturday of course - he had let him kiss him for ages, even letting him lie on top and touch him more than he usually did. It seemed that the other man was becoming more confident of their relationship, and he didn't want to get rid of that confidence by making a stupid mistake like appearing too eager. Even though he really was. He was eager to show the older man how he felt, he was eager to have sex, he was eager to just be round the other man, let alone anything else. Happily, he entered the large building, practically diving into the lift and pressing the button, unable to stop his wild grin.

 

When the doors finally opened, he made his way towards the teacher's apartment, swallowing as he reached the front door, knocking loudly. Vegeta finally opened the door, a red tint over his cheeks as he appeared to be dressed only in a towel, making the teen's eyes widen at the implication. Vegeta was standing before him, almost naked.

 

“A-Ah, you got here faster than I thought you would…” The teacher said, obviously embarrassed, just making him feel more attracted to him, licking his dry lips softly as he entered, the smaller man hurriedly closing the door behind him, before turning to him, shy. “I'll just go and finish getting dressed…” The older man began to move towards his bedroom and Goku caught his wrist, pulling him back to his body and giving him a hot kiss, wanting him right there. He grabbed at the teacher's hips, rubbing them slowly through the towel around his waist, before Vegeta pulled back, gasping, his eyes wide in shock. “K-Kakarott…” With a purring tone in his voice, Goku nuzzled his neck.

 

“How about you lose that towel and we have a little fun?” Dark eyes gazed into the older man's, making him feel nervous at the implication of those words, swallowing. About to protest, he was surprised when the hands on his hips let go of him, letting him move freely. The dark look in the tall teen's eyes was gone, an amused happiness in its wake as he felt a short tap on his ass. “Go on, I'll wait for you in here…I just wanted a hello kiss.” Shaking his head, Vegeta went quickly into his bedroom, leaving Goku to sit on the settee and chuckle at the smaller man's nervous reaction.

 

He may have put some fun things back a few weeks by that, but at least he knew that the teacher did not seem ready for that just yet, highly amused by his choice of words; they sounded so wrong, but could be perfectly innocent if he wanted them to be. It was a damn shame that the small man hadn't taken him up on that offer though, he mused to himself, but at least he had tried. And no one could blame a guy for trying, he supposed. Sighing softly, he waited for the teacher's return, smiling to himself still as he thought about how warm the other had felt when he had touched him; obviously fresh from the shower.

 

It was then that Vegeta returned, clad in a pair of dark blue jeans and a loose black tank top, looking over the younger man's clothes also; a light pair of jeans with a green shirt, sitting next to him again.

 

“So…where do you want to go?” The teacher asked, looking over at him, interested in what the younger would find fun with him at all. Goku grinned widely.

 

“Well…”

 

-later-

 

They both entered the large apartment a few hours later, laughing and joking whilst the teenager ate an ice cream - vanilla - and they both fell onto the sofa, the taller of the two licking calmly at his food, enjoying it. The older man looked over at the ice cream quietly, hating the fact that he hadn't wanted one earlier and was now craving the one that was near him, licking his lips lightly, just watching the younger man devouring it. While he was eating, Goku noticed Vegeta was staring at him, trying not to grin as he began to change the way he was licking, making it more erotic; long slow sweeps of his tongue as he moaned very softly, watching the teacher's face go crimson. Licking his lips, the teen offered the ice cream over, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

 

“Want to lick my cream?” It was snatched from his hand and the older man began to eat it like a human being, instead of a sex-crazed maniac like the teenager. But as the taller of the two watched him, he couldn't help but get aroused, his face heating as he moved closer, leaning over the shorter man, who just blinked, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. The teacher jumped when he grabbed those narrow hips and leaned in, kissing him. The ice cream fell onto the sofa, unnoticed as Vegeta tried to push him away, nervous at how fast he was being. He usually started with a small kiss first…

 

Pulling the smaller man's legs over his hips, the teen wrapped his arms around the older's torso, getting up and carrying him into the bedroom, hands fisting in his hair as he collapsed them onto the bed, Vegeta underneath him as he pulled back, panting, before kissing him again, loving the way he shivered. Kissing the teacher much more passionately than he usually did, the teen began to run his hands over the body beneath him, growling as the other gasped into his mouth revelling in it as he rubbed over the other's nipples, feeling him squirm.

 

With a groan, he pulled away from the other's lips, moving to plant kisses over his neck, pausing to nibble at it, hearing another gasp. He realised that he wasn't being pushed away, and, exhilarated by the knowledge, began to push further, his hand moving to cup the crotch of the smaller man's pants, feeling his breath hitch a little, moaning as he nipped harder, beginning to grind lightly against the teacher's smaller form, shuddering as the hands in his hair tightened. Moving both of his hands to pull the tank top from the tight dark jeans, he moved up to lick at the other man's earlobe, testing whether it was a sensitive spot and getting a tremble as a reaction. Finally getting the shirt out from the jeans, the tall teen stroked the teacher's chest, moving his hands higher and higher, the clothing bunching on his wrists as the small man lifted his arms, allowing him to remove the top entirely tossing it across the room, watching Vegeta's expression carefully.

 

Seeing a desire to continue in the older man's eyes, he unbuttoned his own shirt, pulling it off hurriedly and flinging it to the side, bending down to kiss and lap at the other man's chest, blinking when hands yanked his hair, pulling him away, the teacher panting below him and shaking.

 

“N-No more…” The older man whispered, trying to sit up, making him growl.

 

“You don't want to have sex?”