The Broken Road

Macha--I'm happy you enjoyed the funny moments in that chapter...and the UST =) Just get it done already, indeed.

chayron--Well, your internet is hooked up and you are back with a vengeance, my friend :-P It really means a lot that you took the time to make such detailed comments. I already emailed you a response, so I won't repeat it here, but I was glad to see all those parts that made you laugh! And thanks for your compliments on Gohan's character. Meanwhile you want to kamehameha Trunks right off the face of the planet, hahaha. Good thing Gohan is less confrontational and way, way more oblivious than you, heheh.

Cynergy--Thank you!! I so appreciate your taking the time to let me know you're enjoying it :) Hearing that really keeps me going when I'm sitting here agonizing over the next chapter...

Toki Mirage--*smiles* I've never been glomped before!! That was awesome :) *glomps back* Your review made me soo happy, I think I was blushing. Thank you thank you thank you. Hope this chapter will live up to your expectations.

Nickles--Oh, that Trunks...I hope he made you laugh as hard as he made Gohan laugh :) I'm sooo glad you liked the kiss and think they make a "hot ass pairing" here :-D Really, it made me feel good since I know people don't usually go for this pairing. So YAYAYAY! Damn, I'm with you, I think it could be hot, hot, HOT... As for Goten, well, he's only ever known one hole lol...the poor kid. You guys really ripped into him for that one! But it was *great* to see all the strong reactions to that chapter! I hope you'll like this one.

Camui--You crack me up! Genetic defect, haha, maybe. But Gohan is kind of clueless in his own way, too. I think Trunks is the only one with a fully functioning brain in this story, and he's too horny to use it. Silly demis. Goten as Vegeta's royal concubine? =) Well, at least he has something to fall back on...

Velvet--Yup, yup. Things are getting pretty intense. What if Goten finds out about that kiss? Hmmm, well...no comment ;-)

quatreofdoom--I feel the need to thank you on behalf of Goten :) You're so right, he really needs a guiding hand, and I think he bit off more than he could chew in his effort to find his independence. Aaannddd I'm so glad you left another review letting me know you liked that one line!!! I have to say, I think it's the line I am the most proud of in the whole story, lol, but I thought maybe I was the only one ;-)

The Angry Buddha--Thanks so much for your review at both sites and for your input on Trunks moving on :) I really, really, really love it when people say they are hooked on the story. You don't know how happy it makes me. I checked out your profile and it made me smile...grown-ass woman with the mind of Comic Book guy...you sound like my kind of people! Oh and wow...for including me on your list of recommended reading next to Nora Jemison and Todesengel - an honor I'm sure I don't deserve - I thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!



Chapter 12


The next thing Trunks knew, the two roommates were back in their apartment in West City. He was still in Gohan’s arms, but everything around them seemed to be spinning. The teen was dizzy and stumbled away from the other demi, losing his balance. He landed against the nearby dining room table before regaining his senses. Then he shot a look at Gohan.

“When the hell did you learn to do that?!” he snapped. “You could have at least warned me.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” Gohan’s tone was amused. “You’re just so irresistible, I couldn’t wait another minute to get you home.”

Trunks thought the explanation sounded sarcastic, and Gohan had obviously done it just to fluster him. “I don’t remember Instant Transmission being so turbulent,” he grumbled to himself.

“I’m still working out the kinks,” Gohan admitted, as he approached the younger Saiyan, who was now half-sitting on the edge of the table, collecting himself.

“Well experiment on someone else!” Trunks looked utterly affronted. “I could have ended up as a part of this table or stuck together with you or lost out in space somewh—.”

But before he had the chance to complain further, Gohan leaned down to kiss him again. He did so experimentally, as if he wanted a second bite of a dish he wasn’t sure whether or not he liked. He let himself explore the prince’s mouth this time, massaging Trunks’ tongue with his own, and the younger boy forgot his irritation quickly. He relaxed his jaw to welcome the other’s gentle probing and Gohan enjoyed the sudden silence. He made a mental note that kissing Trunks was an effective and rather enjoyable way to shut him up.

The teen lifted his chin to meet his roommate’s lips. He tried to stand up straight to get closer to that searing tongue he had waited so long to taste. But Gohan pushed him back into a half-seated position and held him there with a firm hand on his abdomen. So far, in their albeit limited sexual history, Trunks had always been the aggressor. He had repeatedly managed to fluster Gohan and Gohan decided that he’d had the upper hand long enough. If Trunks was intent on seducing him, he would not merely be a passive partner.

The younger demi didn’t fight back and obeyed the unspoken command to stay put. When Gohan broke the kiss, the teen leaned back, resting his palms behind him on the table. He stared at the elder Son with glazed eyes. His backside remained perched on the edge of the table, and Gohan found himself looking down over the prince’s half naked form.

They had left Trunks’ t-shirt lying where he had tossed it, somewhere on the floor of Videl’s living room. And, although Gohan had seen Trunks in every conceivable state of undress over the years, it somehow felt like he was looking at him for the first time. He pondered the change as he let his hand explore the firm muscles beneath it.

He traced the lines of Trunks’ abdomen, still showing some signs of Vegeta’s revenge although, in the shadowy half-light of the apartment, the bruises became much less visible. Then, sliding a palm over the bandages that made a wide stripe across his roommate’s ribs, he noticed that this time Trunks didn’t flinch. Gohan figured he was already healing and would be as good as new in a day or two. It might be fun to spar then, he found himself thinking, as his hand moved across the other’s chest. It was something he had yet to get used to, touching Trunks this way. But he couldn’t deny his appreciation for the other’s sculpted form, masculine though it was.

Trunks shivered at his roommate’s ephemeral touch. Gohan’s aimlessly wandering fingers were setting his skin on fire. “C’mere you.” Wanting more contact, he grabbed the front of Gohan’s shirt in his fist and pulled him down until their noses almost touched. “What are you thinking about so intently when you look at me like that, huh?” he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. It wasn’t exactly desire he saw in Gohan’s eyes. It was more like thoughtfulness, and Trunks wondered at his roommate’s ability to be so analytical in a moment when his own mind was clouded with lust.

“That this is crazy,” Gohan answered him quietly, his warm breath reminding Trunks just how close his mouth was.

“Good crazy or bad crazy?” The prince studied his roommate’s lips as he awaited a response.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Trunks lifted his chin to close the small distance between them and traced the inside of Gohan’s lips with one daring stroke of his tongue. Taking the bait, Gohan entwined his fingers in his roommate’s hair and turned his head to the side. He dragged his lips along the prince’s jaw before planting a warm, wet kiss on his neck. He couldn’t help but notice the way Trunks smelled; the way he tasted . . . . . And Gohan was suddenly very thankful for his heightened senses as he breathed the teen in. He pressed a few kisses underneath the boy’s jaw and felt Trunks drop his head back, yielding to his movements with an audible breath.

Oh god, Gohan thought, if he didn’t stop this now . . . .

He ceased his ministrations and stared at the cherry wood of the table beneath them, swallowing loudly.

Trunks noticed the sudden change and waited a moment for the other to continue. But Gohan was standing there as if frozen. “Gohan?” he whispered worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

When the older man leaned back to face him, Trunks saw that contemplative look in his eyes again. He blinked up at the older demi as if the next thing that Gohan said would make or break him. As if, at that moment, Gohan held his whole life in his hands.

“C’mon, Gohan,” the teen joked. “Don’t make me beg.”

Once again, the elder Son found himself virtually swimming in pools of blue. But there was desperation there, even as Trunks broke into that overly casual grin he often sported when he was trying to hide his real emotions. Gohan would have thought the demi-Saiyan prince had an ego that could rival even his father’s, but he was learning Trunks was not as self-assured as he often pretended to be. That hopeful yet anxious look in the teen’s eyes begged Gohan for acceptance, for approval, for any clue as to what he was thinking.

When Goten left, the things he said had made their impression on the lavender-haired Saiyan. He didn’t let himself dwell on it often, but deep down he felt that Goten’s insistence on seeing what else was out there was really just another way of saying that anyone would be better than him. Trunks couldn’t help but wonder what was so wrong with him that the younger boy would seek not only to be with someone else, but seemingly to be with anyone else. Indeed, Goten had thrown himself at the first person who showed any interest in him at college. Almost as if he only needed the right excuse to leave. And the sting of knowing that the other boy was so desperate to get away from him hurt like a physical pain to which Vegeta’s fists couldn’t even compare.

Goten had been growing more and more distant in the months before he’d left, and Trunks realized after the fact that he must have been thinking about leaving for a long time before he had ended things. He’d shied away from intimate contact more and more towards the end, so that even before that fateful night on the balcony, Trunks had gotten used to wanting and to feeling unwanted. It had only caused him to hold tighter to Goten and seek his constant reassurances. And the weeks since their parting had done little to remedy those insecurities. If anything, they had been exacerbated.

But at least now he could look back on his mistakes with some clarity. And he thought, really thought, that he deserved another chance.

But even as he perched there in front of Gohan, he was waiting to hear those words he had recently become so familiar with. Waiting for Gohan to tell him to stop; that he wasn’t interested and that this was all a mistake. And Trunks didn’t think he could handle another rejection. No, he was sure he couldn’t.

The teen’s apprehensive eyes drew Gohan in and threatened to drown him. The older demi could clearly see his roommate’s need reflected there, and he already knew he wouldn’t bring himself to deny Trunks this time. The elder Son’s last truly lucid thought, as he closed his eyes and pulled Trunks to him, was that he was in a hell of a lot of trouble. He kissed the prince’s forehead and cheeks before capturing his mouth, knowing that he was giving Trunks everything that he wanted, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. Somewhere inside he had a weakness for the boy sitting in front of him; and when that satisfied sigh escaped the teen’s lips, Gohan’s worst fears were confirmed. It was captivating.

Dende help him if Trunks ever found out.

The teen wrapped his own left arm around the back of Gohan’s neck and pulled him closer, arching so that as much of his stomach as possible pressed against his roommate’s. He had the sudden feeling that he could not get close enough to Gohan to satisfy himself. Meanwhile, the older demi explored the prince’s back with his hands much as he had the front: running his fingers along the curvature of the boy’s spine, starting at his shoulder blades then tracing down the small of his back and over his ass until the table underneath them stopped his fingers from exploring further.

Trunks dropped his head to the side, breaking their kiss, and Gohan worked his way along the bared neck. The younger man was already breathing heavily and Gohan could feel the teen’s whole body lifting and falling against him. It was a sensation he had not been prepared to enjoy so much.

The prince’s feet dangled on the carpet and he dug his toes into the plush fabric trying to fight the urge to press his hips into Gohan’s. He was burning for the man that stood over him, but he realized that what they were doing must be strange for the other demi. So he made his best effort to keep still and let Gohan set the pace. But it was taking all of his patience and he was aching more with every flick of Gohan’s tongue.

Trunks dropped down onto his elbows, leaning further backwards on the table and increasing the friction at their hips when Gohan bent to cover him. But now the prince could feel that his roommate was in the same state as he. After several weeks of throwing himself at the other man, Trunks was beginning to think he might never come around, and the feel of his roommate’s hardened cock pressed into his pelvis was enough to send a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Mmmm,” Gohan could feel rather than hear the teen’s impatient moan as the sound vibrated between their locked lips. He really couldn’t believe the effect he was having on Trunks. Although he knew the other demi had been pushing for this moment, a part of him thought that if he actually gave in, Trunks wouldn’t want to go through with it anyway. He thought that, like a child, Trunks might be throwing a tantrum only to lose interest when he finally got his way. But instead, the teen seemed ready and willing to make this leap. Now Gohan only had to decide if he himself was prepared to cross this threshold with his long-time acquaintance.

Although, maybe they had already crossed it some time ago.

Trunks had to crane his neck to reach the other’s mouth from his prone position on the table and Gohan’s hand caressed the straining muscles beneath his hairline. Goten’s older brother was a damned good kisser, Trunks decided, and he thought Gohan’s barely-there caresses might melt him into a puddle all over the table.

Gohan’s other hand roamed over Trunks’ body and when he again felt those gauzy bandages beneath his fingers, he lifted himself off the teen with one last chaste peck on the lips. Instead he gave in to the desire to press his mouth to those abused patches of skin, kissing the teen’s chest, then moving down over the bandages that adorned his ribs. Gohan dropped onto one knee to press his lips to his roommate’s obliques, where the muscles stretched into long, attractive lines. He felt Trunks suck in his breath at the touch and didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain that caused him to do so. But the younger demi lifted his hips, encouraging more kisses to his overworked abdomen, and it wasn’t long before Gohan found himself staring at the top of the prince’s jeans.

He stopped his movements then and sat back on his heels, both hands clasping the tabletop on either side of the teen. When he felt Trunks’ fingers snake beneath his own, and wrap around his left hand, he looked up at the other demi. Trunks’ thumb traced circles on his palm, speaking his thoughts to Gohan wordlessly. And then, just in case unspoken words weren’t enough, he guided Gohan’s palm over his jeans, letting the other demi feel just how much he wanted him. Trunks kept his hand firmly planted on Gohan’s and began moving his arm up and down, savoring the feel of the heat through his pants, and encouraging his roommate to touch him.

Gohan was not immune to the younger man’s short breaths and audible sighs. They assaulted his senses and, spurred on by the sounds, he took over; fingering his roommate’s hard length through the fabric as he teased the skin above his waistband with his lips. Gohan traced the outside of the boy’s navel with his tongue, earning a pleasant groan from Trunks. As he increased the pressure of his strokes, he was aware of Trunks’ jeans growing ever tighter under his hand.

The teen lifted his hips off the table. “Take them off,” he gently encouraged his roommate.

When Gohan moved to unzip the pants, he could see that the white cotton BVDs Trunks wore were already stained with several drops of telling wetness near the waistband. He slid the teen’s pants down over his ass and along his thighs. Then he stood up as they fell into a pile at Trunks’ feet and he nimbly stepped out of them.

The younger Saiyan looked over his roommate’s still fully dressed form, and realized it was about time Gohan lost some clothes of his own. Trunks slipped his fingers under the other’s faded grey university t-shirt and made contact with the warm, flushed skin there. Not sensing any protest from the elder Son, he used both hands to pull the shirt over his head then dropped it onto the floor. He gazed at Gohan’s body for a moment before running his palms up the other’s chest, over his broad shoulders and lightly down his arms. Trunks bit his bottom lip, thinking that there was nothing more thrilling than the feel of rock hard muscle under supple skin.

Well, maybe there was one thing.

Without taking his eyes off that body, the teen walked backwards, leading Gohan to the living room by the hand. When they were standing in front of a suede recliner, he nudged the elder Son backwards until he dropped into the chair. Leaning back into the suede, Gohan took in the view in front of him appreciatively. The younger demi’s impressive physique was accented by fine, even pretty features, and the mix of masculinity and attractiveness made Gohan think that he was the very best parts of Bulma and Vegeta all rolled into one.

Trunks dropped to his knees then and, with his hands on Gohan’s waist, he pulled the seated man’s hips towards the front of the chair. He regarded Gohan’s half naked form hungrily, thinking that for all his apparent geekiness, the man was a damned Adonis under those sweater vests. He dragged his hand up the inside of Gohan’s thigh and let his nails rake over the front of his pants, sending teasing vibrations through the denim.

The dark-haired demi felt a rush of anticipation when Trunks began to cover his stomach with fevered kisses. He ran a hand through lavender hair where it tickled his abdomen. Then Gohan dropped his own head backwards, black spikes flattening into the suede behind him as he arched into the contact. He felt himself losing control of his body and lifted his hips unconsciously, trying to position them to get the most friction he could from his partner. But Trunks didn’t plan to make him wait and he soon felt his roommate undo his button-fly with one hand.

Using his last remaining reserves of self-control, Gohan reigned himself in for a moment.

“Trunks.”

He knew they were about to cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. He didn’t know if it was the right decision or not, and the uncertainty unnerved him. Gohan was used to doing the right thing. Or at least knowing what was right and what was wrong. But at the moment he had no idea, and it was getting more and more difficult to figure it out as the blood rushed from his brain to other body parts.

Clear cobalt eyes met his as he looked down at the teen. Trunks seemed perfectly calm and, after a moment, he turned back to his task of freeing Gohan from his jeans. When Trunks reached up to pull his roommate’s pants down, Gohan lifted his hips to allow the teen access.

Right or wrong, they were crossing this line together.

Trunks slid the garments down only low enough to gain access to what he wanted. He grasped the other’s cock and reveled at that delicious combination of hardness and elasticity. He stroked Gohan slowly, admiring him. The elder Son was packing, Trunks thought, and he hummed his approval as he slid his lips along the length. He heard Gohan gasp and looked up to see his eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip. Enjoying the sight, Trunks teased him, flicking his tongue along the ridge at the head. When he finally closed his mouth over the swollen appendage, Gohan moaned.

He hadn’t really expected the expert way Trunks massaged the underside of him with his tongue while applying a measured amount of suction. All this while pumping closed fingers over his shaft.

“Jesus, Trunks . . . .” The surprise was as evident in his voice as the lust.

Gohan opened his eyes to watch himself repeatedly disappear into the teen’s mouth before crushing his hair into the chair back again. He actually felt Trunks’ lips touch the base of his cock when the younger demi swallowed nearly his entire length in a feat Gohan knew he couldn’t replicate. Not without practice. And he vaguely wondered just how much practice his roommate had had. One thing was sure, the boy was no amateur and he realized he had a lot to learn about the young prince.

But his coherent thoughts were rapidly deteriorating. Trunks seemed determined to bring him to climax as he increased the speed of his movements, adding a roll of his tongue every time his lips graced the tip. It was turning the rest of Gohan’s body to mush even as it made the object of Trunks’ attention ever more rigid. He reached down to touch his roommate’s jaw with a gentle nudge.

“Trunks, I’m going to . . . . I’m gonna . . . .” he panted. But Trunks didn’t shy away from the release. He let his teeth graze the other man lightly and heard Gohan spout a few impassioned expletives at the same time that he felt him pump into his throat.

Gohan was still panting slightly when the teen released him from his mouth.

Trunks wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “I didn’t know you knew words like that, Gohan.” He looked amused.

“I didn’t know you could give a blowjob like that.” Gohan blinked dazedly and Trunks’ smile widened at the un-Gohan-like frankness of the statement. The older demi probably didn’t even realize he had said it out loud. Apparently, in the afterglow, he had very few filters.

“You liked?”

“Uh-huh.” He followed Trunks’ movements with clouded obsidian eyes and broke into a slow grin as the younger boy stood up. The prince found it incredibly disarming. He had never seen Gohan so undone. It was downright cute. He looked just like—.

Trunks’ heart flip-flopped in his chest and the wide smile disappeared from his face.

Just like his brother.

God, that was so weird.

The prince tried to shake it off as Gohan reached for his hips, grabbing him with both hands at the waistband of his underwear. He traced Trunks’ hip bones with his thumbs while eyeing his prominent erection through the white cotton. When the older demi pressed his lips to the tip, he was rewarded by the teen’s immediate whimper. Gohan let his hands roam over Trunks’ backside as he alternated kisses with strokes of his tongue, working his way down the still clothed shaft.

The younger boy laced his fingers through Gohan’s hair, leaning his head back to savor the sensation. But soon he felt the tantalizing treatment cease and Gohan’s warm hand engulf him. His roommate groped the front of the cotton, finally reaching his hand underneath to cup his roommate and massage him lightly.

“I’m, um,” Gohan stumbled, his mind still hazy. “I’m not going to be able to do it the way you did.” He could feel himself blushing faintly and cursed himself for feeling like an inexperienced adolescent all over again. For chrissakes, he was the older one here.

“Believe me, Gohan, it’s not going to take much.” Trunks smiled down at him. He had practically gotten himself off just going down on the other man. Something about being with Gohan was a turn on in itself. He didn’t know if it was because of Gohan’s long history with Videl or his own past with Goten, but all of Gohan’s kisses and touches were like a bite of the forbidden fruit. Something that Trunks shouldn’t want, but that he did want. So badly he could taste it.

In the time they’d lived together, his roommate had come to command his full attention for reasons Trunks couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was his intensity. Maybe he offered everything Trunks had needed from Goten but never got. Maybe it was his authority; the way he told Trunks what to do that made the younger boy want to please him so much. Or maybe it was just his maturity. The Saiyan in front of him was a man, not a boy; and Trunks was beginning to recognize the difference for the first time.

Whatever it was, it was making him fucking hot. Shit, if Gohan just looked at him the right way he thought he might come all over himself.

Without warning, the older demi spun the prince by the hips and pulled him down into his lap so that Trunks’ back pressed against his chest. Turning the boy’s head to face him, he caught Trunks’ lips in a kiss and then reached down to slip his fingers into the waistband of the teen’s underwear. Trunks lifted himself up and let the other man slide the briefs down to his knees, then he wriggled the rest of the way out of them. Gohan felt the flames of desire already starting to burn again as the prince squirmed, his bare cheeks sandwiching Gohan’s softening organ. It was leading the older demi’s thoughts in a scandalously tempting direction.

He wrapped his right arm around the naked teen’s waist and laced the fingers of his left hand through lavender hair. Tugging Trunks’ head to the side, he nipped the prince’s shoulder affectionately, then reached down to spread the teen’s legs so that he was straddling Gohan’s own thighs. Gohan closed the fingers of his right hand over the younger boy and used the fluid dripping from the teen to slick his palm. He worked Trunks with one hand while tasting his skin, running his tongue along the prince’s ear.

The teen shivered at the talented tongue that was teasing him, the sound of Gohan’s breath on his neck. He could feel his roommate’s wilted erection coming back to life against him and he wanted more, so much more of the other man. He touched his feet to the floor and positioned his palms on the chair on either side of Gohan. Then he used the added leverage to rub himself against his roommate’s body, coaxing him to attention again. “Gohan,” he groaned as if in pain, and the sound of the teen speaking his name in the throes of passion sent a shock of desire straight to the other’s groin.

But he exercised a bit more restraint than the younger demi. After all, they had the whole night to explore each other and it would intensify the experience for both if they took their time. “Shhh,” he whispered in the prince’s ear, quieting him. “Just come for me.”

Trunks dropped his head back with a gasp and reached his climax almost on command. He let go, spilling warm wetness over his own stomach and coating Gohan’s hand. But through the haze of orgasm came an undeniable moment of clarity. He had tried so hard to bring Gohan under his control since they’d moved in together, and yet somehow the opposite had happened. Whether he knew it or not, Gohan had made the teen his in every possible sense of the word.

Trunks gazed up at him adoringly as he caught his breath. The dark-haired demi wrapped his sticky right hand around Trunks’ knees and pulled his legs onto the chair so that he almost cradled the teen. Then he bent over him for a kiss. While they tasted each other, the prince brought Gohan’s hand up to his lips. Breaking away, he slid his tongue between the other’s fingers then took each one in his mouth, licking them clean. When he had finished, Trunks pulled Gohan in for another kiss, letting him taste the slightly bitter fluid that now covered his lips and chin.

Gohan knew his roommate was trying to get him used to the taste and to indicate his willingness, he followed Trunks’ lead, dragging one finger across the younger boy’s coated abs. But just as he did so, a loud rumble echoed from that very direction. Gohan looked up to smile at his roommate.

“Dammit,” Trunks groaned quietly. Of course his stomach would pick this moment to interrupt them. Apparently, now that his sexual needs were satisfied, other basic necessities were taking precedence. “I guess I haven’t eaten anything today.”

“Oh, wow, yeah.” Gohan glanced absently at the ceiling as he remembered. “We went out running, then Vegeta dragged you off to train, then we went straight to Videl’s after that.” He looked back at his roommate. “I guess you can’t live on semen alone, can you?” Gohan teased, earning a sarcastic chuckle from the other man.

“In a perfect world, Gohan.”

“You’re a sick man, Trunks.” But even as he said it, his expression was soft and open. Trunks noticed that even the tone Gohan used in speaking to him had changed slightly. He spoke to the teen softly now, with all the kindness that Gohan normally embodied but with another layer added to it. A sort of tenderness that was undoubtedly born from the things they had just shared. Trunks really didn’t want the moment to end. But when his stomach growled demandingly again, Gohan nudged the teen’s legs off the chair. “C’mon, let’s get you fed.”

The two disentangled themselves and Trunks made his way towards his room, glancing over his shoulder every few steps, as if he thought the other demi would disappear while he was gone. Gohan watched his naked form recede and shook his head, wondering at the fluttering sensation the sight caused in his stomach. He really did feel like some wet-behind-the-ears youth. But he supposed maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing and, as he circled the apartment turning on the lights, he was well aware of the goofy smile plastered on his face.

By the time Trunks returned, Gohan had pulled bread, ham, cheese, and butter from the refrigerator and set a pan on the stove to heat up. Trunks wore a clean pair of blue boxer shorts and held a packet of wet-wipes in one hand. With the other hand, he was wiping away the last traces of orgasm from his body. He had removed the bandages he’d been wearing since they’d been stained during their little romp on the recliner.

“Do you need one?” He offered the packet to his roommate as he stepped into the kitchen. Gohan took one of the soapy cloths, shooting his roommate an odd look.

“Do you normally have baby wipes on hand?” He glanced in jest towards the hallway as he wiped some stray drops of semen from his own body. “You’re not hiding a toddler from me back there, are you?”

“Gohan, please,” the teen admonished. “They’re not baby wipes, they’re wet-naps and everyone should have them. Don’t tell me you’re still wiping with that cotton toilet tissue.” He shot a disapproving look at his roommate. “It’s so unsanitary.”

Gohan put a palm to his forehead, covering his eyes. “I cannot believe we’re having this conversation.”

“I can see I’m going to have to clean you up,” Trunks noted, as he threw the used wipe into the trash. Then he moved to stand beside Gohan at the stove. He grabbed the back of the older man’s jeans and pulled them away from his body. “You’ve probably never even had a waxing, have you?” He peered down the back of the other’s pants until Gohan turned to face him, slapping two defensive hands over his rear.

“No one’s waxing anything!” he cried protectively. Trunks tried to suppress a smile while averting his eyes innocently. “Can we just eat, please?” Gohan asked in good natured exasperation.

“Sure, what are we having?”

“Your favorite.”

“Grilled cheese?” Trunks asked with wide eyes, propping himself on the counter with his elbows, letting his chin rest in his hands. Gohan couldn’t believe how much he still looked like the little boy who used to perch expectantly alongside Goten, waiting impatiently while Gohan would make them sandwiches. He looked away.

“Trunks, you’re freaking me out.”

The younger boy didn’t really have to ask why. He knew it was strange for Gohan to be with him, just as it was strange for him to be with Gohan. He wanted to say he would make his best efforts not to remind Gohan of his nine-year-old self if Gohan would promise not to look so much like Goten post-coitus. But he figured that would only add to the awkwardness. Instead he removed his arms from the counter and stood up very tall, in what he thought was an exceedingly mature posture; hands clasped behind his back. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked graciously.

Gohan smiled at him before flipping the sandwiches over. “No, thank you.”

Trunks relaxed then. “So,” he walked over to take a seat at their dining room table. “Does this mean I can sleep in bed with you tonight, Gohan?”

“Yes, Trunks,” Gohan gave an exaggerated sigh in response to the prince’s satisfied grin. But he became more somber as he pushed the sandwiches around the sizzling pan and pondered what exactly they would be to each other after tonight. More than roommates, surely. But . . . were they . . . boyfriends?

A small wave of guilt washed over him. What he had said to Trunks at Videl’s place was true. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for a relationship. Still, Trunks had said being friends and caring for each other was good enough for now. And he certainly did care about Trunks. Very much so. With time, patience, and probably a hell of a lot of compromise, he could see those feelings growing exponentially. Especially when he thought about how much his feelings for Trunks had changed in the last few weeks alone.

He turned away with a quick wink at the prince as the other glanced up from the table and caught him looking.

When the sandwiches were done, Trunks set out tableware and glasses for both of them. Gohan piled the sandwiches onto two plates, giving the majority of them to his roommate, while Trunks filled their glasses with fruit juice. They ate in relative silence since the chattier of the two was busy stuffing his face with whole sandwiches.

Once Gohan had finished, he stayed at the table and watched the younger demi enjoy the rest of his midnight snack. Trunks had his naked legs propped on the table, feet dangling off the side. The plate of food rested on his stomach. Gohan watched the teen eat with abandon, licking buttery fingers between every few bites. He knew the Capsule heir was capable of exhibiting impeccable manners when he wanted to, but more often than not, he was like this. At ease, un-self-conscious . . . .

And completely beguiling.

Finally Trunks became aware of his roommate staring at him. He slowed his chewing and swallowed the last piece of sandwich while holding Gohan’s gaze.

“Hurry up, would you?” The older demi’s eyes were smoldering. “I really think I ought to get you to bed.”

Trunks dropped his plate onto the table and, not breaking eye contact, stood up to walk around to Gohan’s side of the table. Standing beside him, the teen reached out to trace the contours of one pink lip with his thumb. Then he swung one leg around his roommate’s seated form and dropped into his lap, straddling him as they sat face to face. He put his hands on Gohan’s shoulders, rubbing lightly, and it wasn’t long before the older demi leaned forward for a kiss. But every time Gohan tried to capture his lips, Trunks would pull back just slightly.

After the third time, the older demi growled. He knew the teen was teasing him. The word shy was definitely not in Trunks’ vocabulary. But damn, Gohan thought, the boy sure as hell knew how to make someone want him.

Finally he grabbed the back of the prince’s neck and crushed their mouths together. Trunks hummed his pleasure into the kiss, feeling the other’s already hard bulge between his legs, fueling his own building excitement.

He rocked atop the dark-haired demi, grinding into him until Gohan wrapped his arms around Trunks’ waist, holding him still and thrusting his own hips upward to rub suggestively against the boy’s seated behind. Trunks moaned and the longing sound was swallowed up by Gohan’s mouth.

“My room,” he murmured against swollen lips, and Gohan lifted them both up, wrapping his arms tighter around Trunks while Trunks encircled him with his legs. They stumbled down the hallway and the door to the teen’s room banged against the wall as they pushed it open clumsily. The two fell onto the bed together, limbs intertwining, noisy kisses mixing with the sounds of rustling sheets and panting.

“Ah!” Trunks’ breath caught in his throat as Gohan grabbed him through his boxer shorts none too gently. It made the teen lightheaded with desire. He raked his nails over the other’s back when Gohan’s teeth grazed the bared skin of his neck.

“Fuck . . .” the younger boy whined the expletive as he reached blindly through the dark for his bedside table. Pulling the drawer open, he felt around for the bottle he knew was in there somewhere, and when he finally grasped it, he rolled on top of the other man, changing their positions. With a quick movement, he reached down to unbutton his roommate’s pants for the second time that night.

“Sit up for a sec,” Trunks requested. Meanwhile, he propped himself up on his knees and held Gohan’s pants at the waist, sliding them off as his roommate moved into an upright position. Gohan wriggled out of the jeans and boxer shorts and positioned his now naked body upright against the headboard, several pillows supporting his back. He reached out for the front of Trunks’ boxers, grasping the elastic waistband and pulling it away from his skin. The hint was clear enough and the teen stood up alongside the bed to remove the last article of clothing that stood between them.

Straddling Gohan’s legs again, he reached to turn on a bedside lamp. Soft white light outlined their forms, casting shadows over the bed. Gohan watched the prince squeeze a few drops of shiny liquid onto his hands. Then he rubbed them together, warming the gel-like substance before sliding one palm after the other over Gohan’s length, coating him with a slick lacquer.

Trunks shimmied up Gohan’s legs then so that their hips lined up just as they had on the chair, Trunks’ thighs spread on either side of Gohan’s body. He handed the bottle off to his roommate.

“Now you do me.”

Gohan took the bottle and followed his roommate’s lead as Trunks leaned forward, grasping the headboard to Gohan’s left. He arched to present the rounded curves of his rear. The older demi caressed the small of Trunks’ back before letting his fingers roam over his ass, settling into that sensual valley which he could see as he stared over the teen’s shoulders and down his back. After exploring the other demi’s most intimate parts, he lifted the bottle over Trunks’ backside and squeezed out a few drops, watching the clear liquid follow the same path his fingers had. Trunks opened his mouth in silent pleasure as it trickled over his opening, bringing bundles of neglected nerve endings to life and increasing his eagerness.

“Mmm.” He bit his lips when he felt Gohan’s fingers on him again, tracing along the crease and spreading the slippery substance over him. Gohan cautiously fingered the tight ring of muscles there and pressed inside only when he heard Trunks’ encouraging purr at his ear. He explored the depths of the prince’s body while the other whispered quiet commands to him. At the prince’s direction, he added a second finger and his senses flooded with excitement when the teen reacted to his probing motions, bucking involuntarily.

“Ah, yeah,” he crooned at Gohan’s ear. “Just like that.” Trunks reached down between them to stroke himself as Gohan increased the pressure to that spot inside of him. The older demi was a quick learner, it seemed, and he was trying his damnedest to elicit another delicious quiver. Trunks panted into his neck.

“Okay,” he gasped after a few minutes, “I’m ready.”

Putting a hand on Gohan’s chest, he pushed back from the elder Son. Gohan’s fingers slid out of him and across his backside, coming to rest on his thigh. The two men stared at each other, their chests rising and falling in short breaths. Each had only ever been with one other person, and each demi’s thoughts wandered involuntarily now to ponder how different his last sexual experience had been.

Trunks closed his eyes to blot out the unwanted images from his mind and reached his right hand beneath him to grasp Gohan’s erection. He pumped his closed fist over the other man a few times, holding onto what was real and doing his best to forget what was not.

Gohan bit his bottom lip as he felt Trunks positioning him at his entrance. The teen’s eyes were closed, his whole body glistening with a light sheen as he concentrated; bracing then relaxing, and finally pushing his hips back into Gohan and accepting the intrusion quite willingly. Gohan felt himself slipping inside the teen and he gasped at the sensation. Trunks lowered himself inch-by-inch until his buttocks met the other’s hips. Gohan tried to be still, clenching his jaw as he resisted the urge to press forward.

When Trunks opened his eyes, Gohan was looking at him intently. “Are you okay?” he wondered aloud.

The prince reached up to drag his knuckles lightly over his roommate’s cheekbone before leaning in to kiss him. He gripped the headboard on either side of Gohan’s head and savored the intimate connection with the other man. Then he broke their mouth-to-mouth contact to lift himself off the other demi and lower himself down again. His movements were slow at first, but soon became quicker and more passionate. As he found his rhythm, he rocked his hips, drawing gratifying moans from his partner.

The elder Son realized he was digging his fingers into his roommate’s legs and he loosened his grip. But really, the tightness of the other’s body was overwhelming. “Aw, Trunks,” Gohan gasped as he fisted the pillows on either side of them, trying ever harder to keep control. Then, giving up his futile efforts at restraint, he let go of the pillows and wrapped his arms around the prince’s back, burying his face in the other’s neck. The teen continued to rise and fall in his arms and Gohan attacked his skin fervently with his mouth.

Trunks slammed down on the other demi, craving the assault to his prostate as he brought himself ever closer to the edge. His breath coming faster and faster, the younger boy reached down to touch himself again. Gohan disentangled his arms from the teen’s body and rested for a moment against the headboard, just watching Trunks. The lavender-haired Saiyan looked like he was losing himself to the ecstasy, eyes closed, jaw slack. Gohan watched his forefinger spreading precum over the head with each stroke as a thin line dripped from his hand to Gohan’s abdomen.

The elder Son fought down his own impending orgasm, not wanting to finish before Trunks got everything he wanted from him. He felt around for the bottle they had carelessly discarded and, finding it lying nearby on the covers, he coated his hands with the stuff. Then he placed his palm over Trunks’ fist, encouraging him to loosen his grip and let Gohan take over. The prince’s hand dropped to his thigh and the dark-haired demi pumped him with tantalizing pressure and slowness.

Trunks groaned blissfully at the sensation and planted both hands back on the headboard, now putting his full effort into fucking the other man senseless. Gohan pumped faster when he felt the prince pulsating beneath his fingers and the teen emitted a few strangled cries before Gohan felt the warm splash of his orgasm on his stomach. The increased tightness of the other’s spasming muscles and the sounds of his climax were all Gohan could handle. He quivered, grasping Trunks by the hips, and let himself slip over the edge, giving everything he had to the younger man.

When the last of his tremors had subsided, Gohan wrapped his arms around the teen tighter than he probably should have considering his injured ribs. But Trunks didn’t flinch, didn’t complain, didn’t even move as Gohan kissed his shoulder, his collarbone, and at last his lips. The younger demi returned the kiss, but without the former level of fiery infatuation. His kiss was slow, sated, and content. Trunks broke the contact to rest his forehead against his roommate’s as his body became heavy and sluggish. Then he dismounted, sliding his right leg across Gohan’s torso, and landed unceremoniously on the mattress.

Neither one spoke for a few moments as they caught their breaths. Then the older demi reached up to turn out the light. He pulled the comforter over both of them and his arms encircled Trunks as they curled up together.

Finally the prince broke the silence. “I thought you didn’t like to spoon.” His voice was sleepy but playful.

“Huh,” Gohan considered it. “On the list of things I’ve done tonight that I never thought I’d do, spooning with you comes in at about a hundred and ten.” He breathed into lavender hair and both demis smiled in the dark.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Trunks whispered. “Good crazy or bad crazy?”

“How about crazy good,” the other offered. Then he kissed the back of his lover’s head. “Goodnight, Trunks.”

“Goodnight, Gohan.”