Third Wheel

Look everybody! I'm writing a story that has chapters on purpose! Now, don't be thinking that that means there's a plot, or any such nonsense. This chapter, for example, has nothing in it but sex. Start strong, I always say.

The pairing's a secret 'till the end, but not, in my opinion, a very good one.


---
Third Wheel Chapter 1: His Assumption
---


This was it. Tonight he was going to find out what they were doing.

They thought they were so smart, one sneaking into the other’s window in the middle of the night, neither ever considering that someone might be watching, might wonder, get suspicious…might just decide to find out what was going on, once and for all.

Rain pounded him from the minute he leapt from his window right up until he found himself at his destination, thoroughly soaking him to his skin.

“This better be worth it…” He grumbled, reaching up and tapping twice on the glass above his head. He knew their little ritual well enough.

The window slid upwards and he clamoured up an in, landing quietly on the bed inside, instantly making a puddle on the sheets. It was time. Now he would find out, once and for all…

---

The darkness absolute, he didn’t see his visitor enter through the window. But then, he didn’t need too.

Leaning over, he put a hand on a wet shoulder and muttered, “Aww, did you get all wet outside in the cold rain? Here, let me help you.” He worked a hand under the neck of the shirt, his other reaching down to help peel it over the head and off.

“You’re quiet tonight.” He said, slowly running his fingers up and down the young torso. “Usually you have so much to say.” His young partner shivered as fingers brushed a nipple, giving a little pinch on the way by. The older finally managed to elicit sound from the younger when he started working his way down the front of soaked pants, brushing male anatomy; then there was a corresponding yelp.

Really? He was going to play virgin? The man resisted the urge to burst out laughing. Well, if that was the way he wanted to do it tonight… “Alright, my shy little boy. I’m going to eat you right up. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit…”

He surprised his lover by lifting him under the armpit and tossing him on his back, yanking the pants away as his legs flailed in the air. He tossed his own shirt—his only garment—aside and climbed on top of him, kissing him hard on the mouth.

The boy played up his assumed role perfectly, making a stunned sound and not reacting much to the tongue in his mouth; he just lay there and let his older lover have his way. Well, that was a nice change…

As they kissed, he worked a hand downwards and grabbed the head of his partner’s little dick between his thumb and forefinger. The younger boy cried out into his mouth and arched his body upwards—moving them closer together.

The older removed his tongue from the smaller mouth and stared moving his way down. He lingered at the little neck, still working the dick in his hand. He admitted to himself some measure of surprise; usually this was a good recipe to get his young lover shouting. He was really playing it up; just who was he pretending to be?

The older abandoned the neck and moved further down, making the still damp nipple his next destination. Although he was disappointed in one respect—the boy tasted like rain, rather than his usual delicious self—the room’s owner was happily surprised when his young partner let out a high-pitched moan he would not have though him capable of. He would be filing that away for later reference.

In an instant, the man’s fun was utterly ruined as his partner came all over his hand and his own belly, smearing the mess onto his lover’s chest as he arched upwards and let out a yell, again much different from what he usually elicited from his little companion.

“You could have at least tried to wait, you know.” He grumbled. “But I’m a generous person, so I’ll forgive you this time. Here, I’ll even help you clean up the mess you made.” He reached down and used his fingers to lift most of the cum from the younger’s belly, cleaning them off in the boy’s own mouth.

“Hmm…I bet there’s still some on here.” He muttered to himself, shimmying down and unabashedly taking a quick lick before the other could react, then engulfing the whole thing in one motion. The boy made a choking sound as he did so, almost like they hadn’t done this a million times.

He sucked the rest of the seed off the little pole—He vaguely noted that it tasted different, but chalked it up to his altered perception as a result of the boy’s superb acting, not that his lust-driven brain used that many words—before quickly moving downwards to his ultimate destination.

Lifting his partner a little to gain better access, he stabbed his tongue into the waiting entrance. This wasn’t a part of the other’s anatomy that his mouth was particularly familiar with, but he made do, penetrating as deep as he could and exploring all around. An interesting experience, he decided.

The boy seemed to like it, anyway. He was actually writhing, shifting around as though trying to get away. Fun though it was to make his usually arrogant little boyfriend squirm, the older was growing impatient. He had needs too, after all. He abandoned his tongue work and crawled back up to nuzzle the younger neck as he grabbed the bottle of lotion from his headboard.

“I think I know what you want.” He sang as he slathered it on himself and positioned himself for entry. There was a brief moment where he wondered if maybe he should have prepared him better, but he decided it was unnecessary. It wasn’t like the boy was unused to it. He would be okay.

Easing inside, the man found his partner to be much tighter than usual. Not that he was complaining. He just kept sliding in, enjoying the feel of the squirming boy underneath him, who seemed almost to be trying to get away. The boy was making muffled shouting noises, and only when his partner put a hand to his cheek and encountered a wrist did he realize that his lover was biting his hand to keep from crying out.

Coming across some difficulty with the last inch or so, he dispensed with gentleness and thrust hard, filling the squirming form underneath him with him in one motion. The boy let out one loud yell through his hand, then became rather silent.

He stroked wet hair—his lover needed a haircut—and just stayed where he was for the moment, savouring the feel of being inside the boy, who seemed to be trying to suffocate his manhood. If he could pick one place to be for eternity, this would be it, no question.

However, as fantastic as the whole experience was, he knew just how to make it even better. He pulled out a bit, and pushed back in. the muffled yelp he obtained urged him on, so he did it again. And again.

As he sped his rhythm up, the cries emanating from his little lover abated somewhat while the boy got more used to it. That was disappointing, He had liked making his willing victim yell. He decided that he would, if it took all night, get him to do it again. And he knew just how.

Stopping his thrusts for the moment, the older reached up and gingerly pulled the chomped-on hand from the boy’s mouth and moved it off to one side, pinning it to the pillow. He then found the other hand and did the same thing. He leaned down to whisper into an ear. “No need to be shy. Yell as loud as you want.” And punctuated the suggestion with one hard shove into the younger boy.

That got the expected reaction, and the man caught the yell in his own mouth, bending to kiss the boy hard, invading his mouth again. He thrust again, and swallowed another cry from his lover. Now, that was more like it.

He worked slowly now, taking his time with his subdued prey. Every thrust took ages, and he put as much strength as his hips had into them. The older was conflicted with the urges to both finish now, alongside the desire to draw it out as long as possible. His lover so rarely let him have complete control like this; he wanted to make it last.

Alas, nothing could last forever, and when the younger came again, practically convulsing under him and yelling so hard into his lover’s mouth that the older was afraid the boy would hurt his throat, it all just became too much for him, and he felt himself get ready to blast off.

It was awesome, and went on for so long he was sure it would be sunrise before he was finished. Unfortunately, the end did come eventually. He collapsed, just cognitive enough not to do it on top of his much smaller lover. He leaned over and kissed him again, softly this time, then pulled back a little and just looked at him. He could almost make out the familiar form now, thanks to the light coming from…

Light?

Gohan swung around to look for the source of the sudden illumination: It turned out the be someone crouching on his windowsill, holding a handful of sparkling energy aloft. Damn. Guess we’re caught. He glanced down at Trunks, hoping to reassure him.

Trunks wasn’t lying beside him. The light now being shed on the room shone on him and his brother Goten. “What?” He jerked his head back to the window, where his visitor was lowing his hand, exposing his face.

His boyfriend was staring at him emotionlessly, his blank eyes managing to bore holes through Gohan.

Oh, fuckdammit.


---
End Chapter
---


Next chapter: Gohan has to find a way to make this little indiscretion up to Trunks...

Incidentally, writing a whole chapter with no names in it is hard.

The next chapter should be up in the new year.