Private Show

Sensing that he had the house to himself, quietly Vegeta sneaked from the Gravity Room into the main part of the house. That summer, Trunks had signed up for a baseball team, and each day the Briefs went to watch him and for refreshments afterward. Vegeta found the game pointless, preferring to stay back to train as usual.

One afternoon he'd felt sleepy and left the Gravity Room with the intention of taking a nap. It had been that day when he discovered that Kakarot's youngest whelp was not playing baseball with Trunks as he'd thought, but had found a more entertaining activity.

That day Vegeta had opened his door a little when the sight that greeted him made him stop in his tracks. Assuming that Vegeta was training as usual, Goten had sneaked into Capsule Corp and into his room. Instead of yelling a blue streak about what in the hell was he doing in there, he stood speechless.

Vegeta watched in stunned fascination as Goten slowly stripped and placed a towel on his bed. Watching him crawl onto it in his place was without a doubt the most erotic sight he'd seen in his life, especially when the younger demi Saiyan lie down and clutched onto Vegeta's pillow to breathe his scent. The sensuous way he moved suggested a hell of a fantasy going through his mind.

It was not the first time Vegeta furtively admired his nubile, muscular form and long, shaggy black hair that framed his deceptively angelic face, nor the first time he fantasized about him, but seeing him slide on a pair of his own gloves and caress his perfect body so sensually as he writhed lustily in his bed was quite another thing. He hadn't known he was so big, either; he was definitely no longer the same little shrimp he'd always known. His teenage hormones must have been in turbo to make him so bold. As he watched, transfixed, Goten's gloved hands... HIS gloves... stroked his hard shaft, pulling from him the most arousing gasps and moans he'd ever heard.

Without thinking, Vegeta licked his lips and slipped one hand under his waistband to clasp his own arousal, now aching, and began to stroke himself in time to Goten's thrusts, ardently wishing it was his own hand... or his mouth... around Goten's impressive manhood, wanting to feel it inside him as well as to fuck him senseless. He would make him scream to the heavens, he swore, and wanted him so badly that he had to bite his other hand to keep from groaning as desperately as Goten. The brat was clearly horny for him, which would explain his flirtatious attitude lately, and Vegeta was dangerously close to pinning him against the wall at the first opportunity. Vegeta had thought he was only imagining that Goten's scent was always with him and now he knew why. Because it was, and it was driving him insane.

Every day that week it was the same secret routine, and every day Vegeta was there to watch, mimicking his every stroke and thrust to his private yet unsuspected erotic show that was just for him. In his mind Vegeta pretended it was.

Goten didn't stop just once, either. Sometimes lying on his back, otherwise facedown or knelt doggie style to his vivid fantasy. Vegeta's favorite was when Goten showed him his kinky streak by taking one of Vegeta's belts or his own sash and twisting his wrists behind his back as though bound and writhing against the towel on his bed. His hormones were indepletable, and if he kept it up, Vegeta was not sure that he could control himself much longer. It was as wrong as it was irresistable.

That particular day, Vegeta watched Goten crouched foreward, clenching wildly at his pillow as he stroked himself at the same time as Vegeta did the same, groaning with yearning. Goten removed one glove and wet two fingers, then reached back to push them carefully inside and felt around a bit. Evidently he didn't know how and withdrew them with a growl of frustration, then went back to what he'd been doing, now sobbing desperately.

Vegeta could hardly believe what he heard next. In the throes of his fantasy, Goten moaned aloud, "Vegeta...!"

Vegeta froze, his eyes widening. Had he seen him? No, that was impossible as his eyes were squeezed shut.

It was obviously not enough and Goten stroked himself harder, his breathing falling in shuddering pants, and unconsciously moaned aloud, "Vegeta, fuck me... please!"

Vegeta's mouth opened in astonishment, his pulse racing, and he stopped mid-stroke, a sly smile curving up on his face. That was an invitation if he ever heard one.

Without hesitation he readjusted himself and slipped inside, silently closing the door, and approached the bed. So lost he was in his intense fantasy, his eyes shut, Goten didn't notice until Vegeta reached down and gripped the nape of his neck through his silky mane of hair.

Goten looked up in startled shock, his face a mask of fear at the unsuspected fact of being caught, knowing that nothing could be said in his defense. That was only the frozen moment before Goten noted his smirk and the hard bulge in his pants, and offered a weak smile.

"I hope that was an invitation," Vegeta said, his voice low and sultry. Goten's smile widened and he nodded emphatically. His cheeks were blushed feverishly, his heavy lidded eyes full of promise as he made room and at last reached for the object of his forbidden obsession.
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TBC in chapter 2...