Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Young Man's Heart ❯ One More Ride ( Chapter 10 )

*<b>Impaired</b>*

And now the interesting stuff begins. This chapter contains yaoi and sexual situations. I personally believe that it is relatively tasteful while still fun. I will now sit back and grin evilly. Buaha!

*<b>And That's Fine</b>*

 

 

 

Unwritten Law

"Rescue Me"

Shut down
Fallin over once again
Dropped out
Hand extended for a friend
Looked up
And there's you lookin in
And who cares
Cause no ones lookin anyway
Impaired
My vision lost it yesterday
And that's fine
Don't mind feelin that way

Just don't let me lie here by myself
Let's go
I know I'm faded
Jump outta sight
Tonight
Just stay with me, I don't wanna go home
Jump outta sight
Tonight
Just rescue me
I don't wanna go

Rewind and take me back to start again
Ducked out cause paranoia's settin in
But I'm with you until the end
One ride
We'll drive around the parkin lot
No pride
Cause I don't seem to care a lot
No cash
This change is all I got

Just don't let me ride here by myself now
Let's go
I know I'm faded
Jump outta sight
Tonight
Just stay with me, I don't wanna go home
All right
Tonight
Just rescue me, I don't wanna go
So sit still
One last thrill
Just stay with me and we'll never go home
Jump outta sight
Tonight
Just rescue me and we'll never go home

Yeah we'll never go home Yeah
I don't wanna go
One more ride
One time once again
Just climb in
I'm still climbing yeah
One more ride
One time once again
Just climb in
I'm still climbing

Jump outta sight
Tonight
Just stay with me, I don't wanna go home
All right
Tonight
Just rescue me, I don't wanna go
So set still
One last thrill
Just stay with me and we'll never go home
Jump outta sight
Tonight
So rescue me and we'll never go home

 

 

 

<b>Characters</b> - Denizens of Hope and our favorite demi

 

<b>Warnings</b> - Angst, depression, cursing, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual situations, Yaoi.

 

 

 

<b> *One More Ride* </b>

 

The night was warm and the walk was slow, but Gohan paid no attention to any of it. He walked blindly with his head down, watching the cracks in the sidewalk slip past one by one. His overly analytical brain counted them as they appeared and disappeared. It was annoying, but every time he forced himself to stop he only found himself doing it again a second later. Finally he just closed his eyes and let Lian's warm hand and the sound of her footsteps lead him on.

 

But that didn't end his monotonously looping thoughts. Oh no…definitely not… Obsessively they continued on, determined to follow their path to the inevitable conclusion. …236 cracks…what he'd counted from the college sidewalk to Birch Street…round that up to about half the distance to Hope, give or take 30 yards…calculating that given plus/minus amount with an average of 3 and a half feet per crack… combined…the total distance to Hope would equal approximately 491 cracks…give or take 6…

 

Gohan, his eyes still shut tight, gave a whining groan and pressed his free hand over his face, wishing he could just stop it. Why did he have to be such an obsessive compulsive geek?! Why couldn't he just stop?! He'd been doing nothing but calculating numbers for three days. Any normal person wouldn't be able to think by now, but no! Not him! He couldn't stop! He didn't want to think anymore! Suddenly he was just so frustrated that his stomach knotted itself up in his abdomen and he wished that he hadn't eaten that burrito that Lian had brought because he could feel it rising in his throat.

 

The small hand distracted him by squeezing slightly and he heard Lian's voice flow soft and concerned through the air. “Angel?”

 

That name…why did she call him that? How could she ever have looked at him and thought that? He wasn't an angel. It made absolutely no sense to him and an abrupt annoyance flared up at her.

 

“I wish you wouldn't call me that!” He snapped at her, eyes still closed.

 

She was silent for a second, but then her voice reappeared and it didn't sound at all upset, merely light and conversational. “Why?”

 

Gohan's voice dropped from the testy snarl to a softer depressed tone that resembled more of a pout than anything else. “Because I'm not… It's not my name.”

 

“Well…what is your name then?”

 

Gohan's lips turned downwards and he sighed. Didn't she know? That was depressing. Then again… Why was he getting all upset over this? Why was he snapping at Lian? She was the closest thing to a friend that he had…at least…now that he thought about it…he hoped she was…he'd…he'd never actually…asked… That's not really the sort of thing that you ask outright, is it? Whether someone is your friend or not? But here he was yelling at her about something that he really…didn't mind all that much…and just because he was frustrated and angry…he really was pathetic…to take this out on her. He answered the simple question with soft self loathing, feeling terrible both for pressing this and because of the tiny sting he felt from hearing her ask what his name was. Lian was probably going to be mad at him for being so grouchy and he deserved it.

 

“…Gohan.”

 

There was a pause.

 

“Is that who you are?”

 

The question surprised him and he opened his eyes just a little, though he was still staring down at the passing sidewalk, his shoulders hunched tensely. He answered resignedly. “Yes.”

 

He felt Lian press closer, hooking her arm with his, her voice still soft.
“Is that who you want to be?”

 

Finally, Gohan glanced over at her. Her blue eyes stared up at him with earnest questioning. What kind of question was that? What did that mean? Did he want to be… His thought paused as some vague realization crept up upon his consciousness. It was still unformed, but there nonetheless. Lian helped to lend it shape when she spoke again.

 

“Someone told you who you were when you were born. Same thing happened to all of us. Are you that person? Or did you grow up to be someone else?”

 

Gohan stared at her open mouthed. He couldn't think of what to say. He almost couldn't understand what she had said. But…it felt…so… He stuttered as he failed to reply. “…i…I…”

 

Lian looked up at him and smiled reassuringly. “It's okay to feel that way. Most people do sometime.”

 

Gohan stared back down at the ground as they walked. Who was he? Someone told him who he was when he was born… Yes. They did. And…was he…was he that person? That… He tried… He really had tried…so hard…to be that person. Kami…who was he??? He stared helplessly down at the sidewalk and felt that utter futility fall over him once again like a shroud. He suddenly wanted to cry, but he pushed the pain down. He wouldn't break down in front of Lian. Not here on a sidewalk on the way to Hope.

 

All at once, he realized that he was counting the cracks in the sidewalk again and that was just the final straw. He stopped walking and pulled his arm from Lian's and pressed both his hands over his face, shutting out everything. Shutting out everything except what was frothing and fizzling inside him. He couldn't shut that out. He wanted to so badly! But he couldn't do it! It wouldn't leave! He couldn't get rid of it! Nothing he did was good enough! He wasn't strong enough! He was never strong enough! A helpless sob broke through his hands and he shuddered, trying in vain to suppress it.

 

Then thin arms wrapped around him and he was pulled into a comforting embrace. He hadn't expected that at all and it caused the lump in his throat to grow and choke him. It was such a strange feeling, to be held like this. It… He'd experienced it so…rarely. Physical contact was…for sparring…for fighting…for…brief relaxed exchanges at family reunions like a slap on the back or a handshake or at most a quick hug…or sex…now that was a fucking farce! In the frame of mind he was in right now, just the thought of Videl filled him with vile loathing. For himself…for her…for existence…

 

This…this…Kami! This embrace made it hurt more! …But… A tiny whimper escaped his clenched teeth and he let his hands fall away from his face and stooped to rest his cheek on Lian's shoulder, curling his arms around her as if she were a lifeline.

 

“Shhh…it's okay.” She crooned softly. “It's alright to let it out.”

 

Gohan tried to restrain himself, to keep his arms from squeezing her too tightly. He could hurt her so easily and, with all this pain inside, he probably wouldn't ever even notice until after...just like…just like…before… As that thought whispered through his mind it took on a horrific form and once again he saw the face of that boy in his mind's eye staring at him in such gory accusation…he saw it as real as it had been the first time, blue eye and bloody eye gazing at him with the conviction of a hellish specter promising him…swearing to haunt him to his dying day.

 

Gohan gasped and jerked away from her, his breath catching in his throat and his eyes again downcast, but not seeing anything anymore. His voice shook and he rubbed at his eyes, trying to compose himself. “No…no it's not…I'm sorry…”

 

He pressed palms over his eyes, barely cutting off another sob. “…I…I don't want to think anymore…I just…don't want to think…I don't want to think…I don't want to think…I don't want to think…” `Am I hyperventilating?' He wondered absently as his mouth ran on automatic, his voice sounding shrill and filled with tears to his own ears.

 

A hand settled on his shoulder and fingers touched his lips, causing his babbling to stop. “Shhhh…”

 

He took a deep breath and let it out shakily. What was he acting like? He was acting like some psychotic little two year old. He had to get a grip on himself. Kami…if he didn't he would probably start to scare Lian… Fuck! He was scaring himself! He slowly rubbed his hands over his face again before letting them fall away.

 

“I'm sorry. I'm okay.”

 

She didn't smile at him this time, but looked up at him with calm sympathy and…understanding. “Come on, Angel.”

 

She took his hand again and led him on, glancing back at him. “Can I still call you Angel?”

 

Gohan closed his eyes again and followed obediently, his insides were so tight and tense, but he resigned that this was just what his life was going to be. That he just had to get used to it. He just had to deal. Somehow.

 

“Yeah.” He agreed. Because who was he? He wasn't who he was supposed to be. So… What did it matter who he was?

 

 

 

 

Hope was astir with activity, though it was much more restrained than it had been during the weekend. There were less people crowding through the house. It was a more stable environment with smaller groups that seemed as if they were regulars at this midweek repose. Still, everything was very calm and quiet and restrained and…sleepy. Most of the people there either had classes or worked or both and had learned to respect the middle of the week while the weekends were free for all. So it wasn't hard for Gohan to avoid the strain of being friendly or even of making eye contact. He entered with Lian who took him to the kitchen and sat him down at the table with instructions for him to eat some of the numerous foods that were set on the counter in pots and pans and trays. Then she left with a promise to come back soon.

 

Gohan didn't eat, though. He felt so terrible that he thought he might throw up if he tried to force anything more into his stomach. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to do anything. Except…maybe…sleep. It would be fantastic if he could just go to sleep and never wake up. He sat at the table and stared at the wood, unseeing as he absently rubbed at his left shoulder. His body was so tense that his shoulder had gone numb and was tingling. It was a nasty feeling, as if something were pinched inside of his flesh. It was something that he knew wouldn't go away until he loosened up a little, but couldn't help messing with it anyway even though his prodding and rubbing only made it hurt…and that in turn only made him irritable…which made him rub at it more…because…the hurt was good…and if it was gonna hurt…then for fucks sake there should be a reason…and if it was gonna hurt…then it should fucking *HURT* because…he deserved it… But then…it really did hurt and he had to deal with the pain and became miserable because of it and he didn't like that…but it was good…because he deserved to be miserable.

 

When Lian returned, Gohan had his elbows propped on the table and his head in his hands. His shoulder hurt a lot and the edges of his mouth tilted downward as his hollow gaze bored holes in the tabletop. She moved about the kitchen for a moment and then sat in the chair beside him with a glass of milk and a dark brown bottle about the size of a cold medicine bottle. She mixed some spoonfuls of the brown bottle's contents into the milk and then poured some chocolate mix into it and stirred until it was a rich dark color.

 

“Come and play with us.” She pushed the drink into his hand and drew him along after her into the darkened halls of Hope.

 

 

 

Gohan sat silently on the couch in the small room, letting his left shoulder rest by leaning it on the arm of the couch. It was a room he didn't remember being in before. It adjoined the same hallway as the room where he'd first met Derek. This room was dim and warm with one window on the wall behind the couch and only a small lamp standing nearby the table where Lian and three others sat playing cards. A tv sat in the corner tuned to a music channel. The rest of the small room was taken up with small sitting cushions and beanbag chairs scattered along the walls.

 

Gohan had passed on the game and was now staring fixedly at the television in the hopes of convincing Lian and the two guys and another girl in the room that he was perfectly content to not be included. He finished the drink Lian had given him, whatever it had been, and took a beer can from the case that one of the guys had brought with him and was now drinking that. Slowly, he began to feel better. Now that he was away from work and home and all that mess, Gohan was actively trying to take a break from it all. Even such a short break like blanking out his mind on Wednesday night before having to plunge right back into it all the next morning.

 

Tonight, even the warmth that spread through his body and loosened his limbs wasn't enough to make it all go away, though. He still sat silently and brooded. He drained the beer and set it on the end table next to another empty can, realizing dully that that had actually been his second beer tonight. He sighed. What he said to Lian earlier came back to him and he wondered if he could drink enough to be able to stop himself from thinking. To just make his mind shut down. He went and got two more beers and sat again. While the rest of the group laughed and joked and continued playing cards, Gohan drank and stared at the images that flashed by on the tv.

 

It was sometime later when a sudden weight on his lap roused Gohan into lifting his head from where it had fallen on the back of the couch. “Hmm?” He blinked up at Lian who smiled down at him.

 

“We're gonna put in a movie, you care which one?” She held up two choices which Gohan didn't bother trying to focus on. He really didn't care what was on. All he knew was that he was so drowsy and relaxed that it was too much effort to be depressed and that was good. That was exactly what he wanted.

 

“Whichever.” He slurred softly and she climbed off his lap.

 

A few seconds or maybe minutes later, the players had gathered either on the couch or on the floor cushions and the light was turned off as the movie started. A larger weight than Lian settled beside Gohan on the couch, but he didn't even think about it until a deep voice spoke to him.

 

“Hey, Angel. I'm Jordan. Want another beer?”

 

Gohan looked at Jordon who was smiling through the dark at him. He waveringly took the can that the young man held out for him. “Yeah…thanxs.” Jordon's skin was so fair that it almost glowed under the light from the tv and, even without his Saiyan sense of sight, Gohan could was sure he still could have made out every detail of the man's pale, freckled face.

 

“You been here before? Heard you're a friend of Lian's,” Jordan asked.

 

Gohan had a little trouble cracking open the can. It almost seemed too much for him, but he managed at last. Stubborn little can. “Hm…yeah. Friends. We work together. I `been here once.” He took a sip of the beer and let his head fall back again. It was just too much effort to keep it up.

 

“Heh…cool.” Jordan lowered his voice to a whisper as the movie started. “So…You ever do anything for fun?” he asked.

 

Gohan thought blearily about that. He never really thought about it before but he had an immediate answer for that question. The answer was “no.” But he didn't say that, that just felt too…lame.

 

“I'm doing this…” he said with a lopsided shrug and took a long drink of his beer. It felt cool going down and he was so tired. His shoulder was feeling so much better now. He glanced over at Jordan again, his eyes refusing to focus. He couldn't see Lian but he could hear her talking animatedly with another girl. Gohan couldn't hold back a small smile as he listened, imagining her wild and energetic gestures as she fell totally into whatever subject they were discussing. He had missed that over the week. He'd been so sunken in his mire that he hadn't even been able to enjoy her limitless energy which had always been so amusing to him. Jordan smiled back and Gohan was confused for an instant until he realized that the man thought he was smiling at him. That in turn made Gohan smile wider. He didn't bother trying to straighten things out. It wasn't important.

 

“I dunno…I guess I should do more.” Gohan continued, turning his face forward again and watching the tv screen with little interest.

 

The guy was still looking at him, but he didn't mind. “Sure, it's always good to have a little more fun.”

 

Conversation died out as the movie continued. Gohan wasn't watching it, though. He sat there sipping his beer with his eyes closed. He couldn't keep them open. He finally set down the empty can next to the others and counted them. There weren't enough to put him out like this. So it must be whatever Lian had given him earlier. Gohan resolved that he'd have to ask her what it was sometime and thank her. She always seemed to know what to do. He envied her for that.

 

In the doorway a girl appeared with a few more friends and a large clear bottle in her hand. Gohan wasn't sure if she had been part of the group this evening or if she was new. Not that he thought about it more than that momentary internal question.

 

“Look at what I've got for everybody!” She said excitedly.

 

Glasses were passed around and everyone took advantage of the gift she brought, laughing and sprawling over one another as sitting room became scarce. Time went by slowly at first, seeming to drag onward. Then Gohan opened his eyes and found that the movie was nearly over already and half the people in the room had vanished while the few that were left were either engrossed in the movie or passed out.

 

His head nodded downward and he looked at the glass that he still held in his lap. It was half full of clear liquid. He raised it unsteadily and looked at it, trying to focus his eyes as the glass blurred in and out. His sides still ached from laughing. Laughing? Yes…that's what it was… What had he been laughing at? The movie? He couldn't remember. Only that they'd all been laughing and his sides hurt still. He chuckled softly to himself, and then tipped up the glass. He swallowed the rest of the liquid and sighed as a flood of heat rushed to his stomach. “Mmmmm…”

 

After sitting still for a long moment, he leaned forward to set the glass on a tv tray along with the rest and almost fell off the couch. He caught hold of the couch arm at the last second, though, somehow forcing his butt to stay seated. The strain caused his shoulder to crack and he winced, pushing back and moving his weight off of it.

 

“Ow…” Then he chuckled softly again, amused despite the instant of discomfort. When he leaned back, he glanced over to see that Jordan was watching him instead of the movie again. He looked just as glassy eyed as Gohan thought he himself must be. Gohan grinned at him sheepishly. “What is that stuff again?” He asked.

 

The guy smirked, his words slurring badly. “Fig Vodka. Shhtuffs shhweet, ain't it?”

 

“…yeah.” Gohan licked his lips, tasting remnants of the sugary alcohol. “I like that stuff. It's like…wow…like…happy.” He laughed at himself again.

 

He glanced around the guy at the two girls at the other end of the long couch and realized that they weren't watching the movie. They were asleep, leaning against each other so that he had first thought that they were still awake. “Heh…I think Lian…'s had a little too m…much tonight.” He stuttered out sleepily and leaned back onto the guy's waiting arm.

 

His head lolled over on the back of the couch to look at the guy who was now sitting facing him with his arm along the back of the couch beneath Gohan's neck. The demi blinked up at him curiously, wondering why he wasn't watching the movie anymore.

 

“Am I that interesting?” He asked slowly, concentrating on keeping his tongue in line. He wasn't bothered by the guy, just uncertain why he was looking at him so intently.

 

The guy smirked and gave a lopsided grin. “Yeah.”

 

Gohan just smirked back and asked with a goofy laugh. “Why am I that interesting? I'm boring.” He shifted slightly, turning and curling his knees up onto the couch, laying on his side against the seatback now, resting his chin on Jordan's arm.

 

The guy shrugged and continued looking down at him. “You with Lian?”

 

Gohan's brow creased as he looked up at the guy, then he understood what he was asking. “Oh. No. Jus' friends. Jus' coworkers…” He let his heavy eyes fall shut and sank a little further into the cushions. He felt light headed and heavy. The stray thought passed by that said he was going to pass out. The feeling was becoming a familiar one. He wanted to be in a comfortable position when it happened.

 

Light fingers trailed up his thigh, dancing over his hip and circling along his waist. “You with anybody?”

 

Gohan pried his eyes open slightly and frowned. He couldn't focus again. “Hmmm? Um, no. Not anymore.” Then his breath caught as fingers ruffled under his shirt against the fur of his tail which was securely threaded through the belt loops of his pants.

 

The guy looked down and squinted as if not sure what he was touching. “Whas' that?”

 

Gohan tried to rouse himself but he just couldn't, he was too relaxed. He took a breath and hummed softly before trying to control the furry limb. It flopped and that was it. “Nnnnn…tha…that `smy tail… It's…sno big deal…forget it.”

 

The guy leaned closer, peering at it. “A…tail? Really? Really real tail?”

 

Gohan closed his eyes and lay there, too out of it to be bothered. “Yeah.”

 

“Can I see?”

 

The demi just mumbled incoherently, then there were fingers touching his tail. Softly they slid over the fur, slowly petting. It felt good. Then those fingers were sliding his tail free of his pants until the entire length was laid out and twitching in the guy's lap. He continued to stroke it, gently running his fingers along, moving further upwards until he was dragging his hands from the base to the tip and back again.

 

Gohan shivered and sighed and opened his eyes to watch the other man. He was obviously enthralled by the furry limb and Gohan found himself moving along with those fingers and arching into their touch. His breath was coming in shallower pants and sighs and soon, when those fingers stroked just right, he moaned, his head falling backwards on the man's arm. It was so…wow!

 

Jordan was looking at him again, his green eyes were blearily sharp even through the drunken haze, but Gohan didn't care. His own hands were digging into the couch cushions. The tingling that normally came when he let someone touch his tail had long since disappeared, replaced by a much more heady pleasure that banished all logical thought.

 

Then he was pushed back until his shoulders leaned on the arm of the couch and the taste of Vodka flooded his senses. Gohan groaned as Jordan's slippery sweet tongue slid against his own and brushed the roof of his mouth leaving a cool tingling trail.

 

He…

 

He…

 

He was…kissing him…

 

The other man's body pressed so close… Gohan instinctively tried to lean back and away but he was cornered. All the movement did was cause him to slide down on the cushions and then Jordon was settled between his legs and… Gohan broke the kiss and gasped, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling as…as… “Hah…ahhhhhhhhh…” He groaned and bit his lower lip as Jordan ground their hips together. That was when he realized just how aroused he was and a hot blush rose up in his already alcohol flushed cheeks. “J…Jordan…”

 

He started to protest, not sure just what he was going to say, but fingers stroking through the fur of his tail turned the words into a breathy moan and he arched beneath the other male, bucking upwards as fingernails scraped lightly on his skin. “…Kami! …s…”

 

Jordan's mouth covered his again, licking and nipping at his lips, sliding his tongue inside once more. It felt like the other male was trying to drink him in just like that Vodka and Gohan moaned a third time, his hands reaching up and settling on the other's shoulders. Weakly, Gohan pushed against his shoulders.

 

It was a moment before the drunk human responded to the push, but he finally pulled back slightly, leaving Gohan panting and breathless, his head resting on the arm of the couch. “…st…hah…please…stop…”

 

Jordan looked at him with confusion, their noses brushing, their swift breaths hot on each other's cheeks. “What's s'matter?” He whispered and shifted slightly and it was all Gohan could do not to roll his pelvis against the friction.

 

“…uh…” Gohan couldn't think straight. He could barely control his body. “…I…I'm…I…never…not…you…jus t it's…” He looked away from Jordan's curious features and blushed even more furiously.

 

Jordan looked at him for another moment, a confused frown making him look almost cute in the dark. Then his expression brightened. “Never been with'a guy?”

 

Gohan couldn't look at the man. He tried to look at anything but him. The end scene was playing on the tv. He still didn't know what the movie had been about.

 

Jordan turned Gohan's face to look at him, a smile on his shapely mouth. “S'okay. Sorry I scared ya…Jus, I thought…you're so han'some…thought you knew.”

 

He leaned forward and kissed Gohan again, softly and chastely this time. Just lips to lips and lingering there for a moment. Gohan's breath caught and he didn't move. Jordan rubbed noses with him and repeated the soft kiss and the demi's eyes fluttered closed. A tremor flashed over his body and deep inside, his stomach was trembling. But…this…felt…it felt good. Jordan kissed him a third time and Gohan timidly responded. He could feel Jordan smiling against his mouth. A questing tongue lapped gently and his lips parted for it.

 

Jordan didn't force his way this time. He merely licked at Gohan's parted lips, sliding his tongue along the edge of Gohan's teeth until the demi dared to meet him. It was breathtaking, the feeling of their tongues entwining, so slowly, so easily, so openly. Gohan found himself reaching up to taste the younger man, to curl his tongue around the other's. It sent a liquid warmth through him that pooled in his groin. It wasn't long before the kiss turned hungry as the tension slowly grew and their heavy breathing filled the room as the end credits of the movie played.

 

Then a warm hand slipped beneath Gohan's pants and groped downwards, fingers cupping and grasping and sliding… Gohan gasped sharply, his own hand fumbling to catch Jordan's wrist as he arched and writhed, wanting to buck into his hand and leap away at the same time. “Ah! No…wait! …I…wait…I can't…don't…” His voice was rasping and slurred worse than ever and now it carried an almost panicked edge. He pried Jordan's hand away and disentangled himself from the other man desperately, tripping over himself in the process and ending up fallen on someone else who was passed out in a beanbag chair on the floor.

 

“What, man? Wha s'wrong?” Jordan was still half laying on the couch, a very obvious bulge pushing out his pants and a bright flush on his cheeks beneath glazed, disappointed eyes.

 

Gohan tried to catch his breath and pushed off of the person who was still out cold. He stumbled and had to catch himself on the card table because his legs weren't responding like they should. “I…I can't…s…sorry…”

 

Then he stumbled out the door and into the hallway where he retreated as quick as he could to the end. There he ducked left through the door and slammed it shut, leaning on it heavily. After a minute he fumbled for the light switch. When the room finally flooded with light, Gohan had to cover his eyes. It was so bright compared to the rest of the house. After a few stabilizing gulps of air, he fumbled with the handle to lock the door and then moved through the bathroom to slump on the toilet seat. He leaned back, his head resting on the wall, still gasping for breath. Kami! He was so hard that it hurt! And he'd been making out with another man! What the hell was he coming to?! He was making out with a man, a total stranger! And he liked it! And…and…he almost wanted to go back there and keep on doing it! What was wrong with him?! He groaned and rubbed his palm over the front of his stretched jeans and his eyes rolled up. Kami, it had been so long since he had been this turned on by anyone! But…but it was a guy!

 

He let his hand roam up and down, feeling the caress through the denim. He was so horny now! His tail lashed, thumping on the toilet bowl loudly. He couldn't go out like this. He couldn't imagine trying to walk like this! He barely made it to this bathroom. His pants were so tight that it hurt. Fumbling, he unbuttoned and pressed the zipper down to relieve some of the pressure and groaned again, twitching just from the friction of movement. Freed, he hesitated for an instant before closing his eyes and slowly letting his fingers glide over bare skin. He hissed softly and rolled his hips. He was so fucking hard! He couldn't just let this go away, it wouldn't go away and…ah…it felt so good… He gripped himself and began stroking lightly.

 

This messed up situation was not lost on him even despite the sexual and alcoholic daze he was in. He knew that he'd just made out with a stranger in plain view in someone else's house with all sorts of people just right around the corner and even in the room with them and now he was in someone else's bathroom (a bathroom that he knew that at least three people had had sex in last Friday) and jacking off because he ran away from the guy before things got too far. Oh…things had already gone too far. But now…now… He bit his lip to keep down the moan as he remembered what it had felt like to have Jordan's hand wrapped around his erection. His hand slid quicker and he arched and strained on the toilet seat, his legs tensing and pressing hard enough on the tub opposite him that the molded plastic creaked. His hand gripped tighter while the other slipped between his thighs and rubbed through the denim. “Ahmmmm…”

 

He cut off the gasp, closing his lips tightly against it as he palmed his balls through the tight jeans. Then his eyes flashed open and he snatched at the toilet paper, covering himself with a handful of it as he bucked sharply three times, his mouth open in a silent cry. Tense like a bowstring, he stayed arched off the seat for a long few seconds before slumping bonelessly.

 

He sat there, nearly sliding off the toilet seat, his head resting on the tank, and tried to catch his breath. He hadn't cum that easily since puberty. Hell! He hadn't been that turned on since puberty! And…damn…he was tingling from head to toe… He didn't think he could stand at all now, the room was spinning and he was lightheaded, so he just stayed there. When he roused again, he didn't know how much time had gone by, but he was sticky and sore. Climbing to his feet, he leaned on the sink for balance as he numbly cleaned himself up. Then, with dragging, scuffing steps, he left the bathroom and meandered back down the hallway. He was so…lightheaded. He almost fell a few times on the way back to the dark room. Once he found it again, he leaned on the door jam and peered inside. His head kept nodding forward but he raised it again each time and refocused his eyes. Jordan was gone and so was one of the girls on the couch. The one left was…Lian. Gohan moved into the room and tripped over someone, sprawling on the ground with a loud thump and a pained grunt.

 

“Angel?”

 

Gohan opened his eyes to the dark room. It was spinning all around him. He pressed a hand over his eyes in an effort to stop it.

 

“Angel?” Lian's voice came again.

 

“Yeah?” Gohan's voice rasped in his throat.

 

“Are…you o…okay?” She asked, stumbling over her own tongue.

 

Gohan rolled off of his bad shoulder and climbed to his knees. His shoulder throbbed painfully. “Yeah.”

 

A warm hand touched his arm. “Come get some sleep, Angel.”

 

He let her draw him up to the couch and flopped down. Her small figure curled up next to him and he laid his left arm over her. Then his eyes fell closed again and he slept with the sweet taste of fig Vodka still on his tongue.