A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! Here is chapter two, some graphic self-loving in this chapter but who doesn't love it? ^^
Apples
Chapter 2: What's Expected
Sat upon the nimbus cloud, travelling home after a long day at school, Gohan's hair and clothes ruffled against the wind, a slight whistling sound tickling his ears as he was moved across the skies at speed. Usually the teenager would be enjoying the scenery or mulling over his day in his head or what he hoped was for dinner, but today, as it had been everyday for the last month or so, Gohan felt himself straining against his trousers, heated and desperate for relief.
At first Gohan had assumed it was normal for a teenager to have such a sex drive, that it was just a phase, but the desperation was on the increase, and was more than 'normal', far from it. The details had frightened the teen and it was becoming more and more pressing that he address his emotional needs as well as his physical. It was expected at his age to be locking himself into his room for time alone, to touch himself and even be confused from time to time, that was normal, but Gohan knew what he wanted, he knew who he wanted and the things he wanted to do. Just how much he needed it scared him and just what could happen frightened him even more. And it wasn't all sex, there was love, there was violence, there was a need to be possessive and to bite, to mark his mate, but could Gohan even tell this other individual of his feelings, never mind be able to exert his feelings, let them grow willingly?
The object of his affections, to be blunt: Piccolo. It was killing him; how guilt would wash over the teen and a self targeted anger would stab him in the stomach when he had to pretend around his friend, keeping these feelings from him, even pretending he had more homework than he did to avoid his company, his body and heart crying out at such a betrayal.
Training together Gohan had felt the need to power up in front of him, to impress him with power and skill, and with each grapple and hold Gohan's resolve began to waver, now manly hands would tighten over the emerald flesh and would strain to stop there, wanting to caress and to pull the man's body closer to him, to bury his face against the sweating skin and to taste it, to feel the muscles move beneath him in shivers and pleasure, to find his sensitive spots and make him unravel...yes, Piccolo's steady and poised self to moan and buck with abandon, the thought of undoing the Namek with pure pleasure made Gohan's member throb dangerously.
At that thought the demi-saiyajin knew it wouldn't take much to climax once home and in his room, Hell he wasn't even sure it would wait that long, pre-cum leaking and the heat ready to burn, travelling over Gohan's skin and even tickling his ears. It was then Gohan's teeth began to grind and he gulped at the carnal desire flowing through his veins and making the hairs on the back of the neck stand on end. The thought that had the teen feel a pull in the pit of his stomach and growl in his throat: the need to bite the Namek.
It was territorial, possessive and animal, the need to mark Piccolo as his, to claim him and be selfish, it was almost violent the need to sink his canine teeth to the point of tasting Namekian blood. Piccolo's blood. To feel the tremble of green flesh beneath his lips and dig deeper. Gohan's position moved from sitting cross legged on the nimbus to tucking his knees under his chin, tensing his thighs in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure building in his crotch, Gohan asked the nimbus to move faster so he would reach home in a couple of minutes, his erection hurting him, feeling uncomfortable pressed against his boxers and the need for release more pressing, every second that passed the throb becoming more unbearable. The teen bit the inside of his cheek lightly and attempted to breathe evenly but not really succeeding.
But Gohan knew this feeling, he had experienced it for too long now and it wasn't going to go away, he needed to speak to Piccolo, he needed to express his feelings even if it was just to be turned down, that was the scariest part, the part that pained Gohan more than he ever thought possible. Piccolo was his best friend, he respected the man and loved him beyond reason, not only that, but Piccolo cared about him too, the man had died for him before and continued to show his dedication and friendship. Piccolo trusted Gohan and would most likely feel bad himself if he couldn't be all he could be for Gohan, if he couldn't please him, that was why Gohan feared telling his feelings.
If Piccolo didn't feel the same Gohan couldn't deny he would be crushed and didn't know how he'd handle the physical urges as well as the emotional dive, their friendship would take a knock and Piccolo would feel as though he'd let the him down and Gohan would feel the same of his actions too. It was a horrible feeling, knowing that something that was meant to be wonderful and good could possibly destroy and hurt them both.
Piccolo was perfect in his eyes, his elegance and balance, cunning and bluntness, his grace immeasurable and spirit almost divine. When Gohan imagined Piccolo in a sexual way he felt like he was dirty, not worthy to claim such a beautiful being, that his urges only deserved a pitying look from the Namek's dark eyes. Gohan already felt beyond honoured just to be Piccolo's friend, and that he was the one z fighter spared from his icy gaze, Piccolo even gave him smiles. They were gifts and on occasion Gohan would feel his chest flutter uncontrollably the few times Piccolo let out a laugh.
Truly beautiful. Gohan needed to tell Piccolo his feelings soon, if rejection would come it needed to take its place, not hinge on Gohan's covered up secrets and suppressed feelings. Besides, with Piccolo in his mind he felt no attraction for anyone else and he knew his mother would ask him questions about girlfriends and so on and the scared secrets would turn into lies and self hatred, a loneliness despite his desire being none too far from him.
The nimbus reached the Son house and Gohan dropped down onto the grass carefully before hurriedly moving to and opening the door; he was glad his mother didn't ask him of his day the moment he opened the door anymore. She allowed him, after a 'hello' and a smile, to head straight to his room to change clothes or shower etc, unwind a little before dinner, not that he could unwind. Even after a self induced climax, Gohan would still hunger for the Namek and think of him non-stop, worry about his situation and feelings; be both hopeful and terrified. But despite knowing it would be only a small relief, Gohan still headed straight to his room and locked the door, dropped his school bag on the floor and undid his trousers.
The fly opened and loosened the pressure on his member as it made a large tent in his boxers and Gohan held his breath, his entire body tensed and mind unclear as he turned to his CD player and played one of his rock albums to cover whatever noises might escape him. Not wasting any more time the teen tugged down his trousers, the fabric gliding over his sensitive skin and slipped them from his feet and lay down on his bed, pillows and quilts puffing up under his weight, coolness contrasting with his skin.
Eyes fixed on the ceiling, Gohan's jaw tightened as his right hand felt the prominent bulge through fabric, letting a hiss escape his lips at the sensitive touch that almost stung, the music in the background helping him relax into the act he was committing. The teen began palming his erection, feeling the heat and throbbing throughout his body, wishing the contact was more than what he could give himself. Needing release quickly Gohan wasn't savouring the feeling, he arched his hips off the bed to pull his boxers down and kicking the item from his legs in haste, flesh in hand the moment it was released; a chill ran down his body as his erection met the air. Looking down his body, Gohan's eyes travelled over his clothes torso, though his shirt was rapidly becoming crumpled, and looked to his manhood, standing offensively strong and exposed, the red flesh screaming for touch and clear liquid glistening at the tip and threatening to spill over the head of his cock.
By now he was a pro, image chosen in his mind as a sexual aid, a fantasy he had imagined numerous times before, as Gohan's hand moved along the shaft of his penis with practiced rhythm and pressure, his other hand on his exposed thigh, fingertips pressing into flesh already bruised from previous ventures the same as this one as previous experience told him gripping the sheets only resulted in tearing. He imagined Piccolo straddling his legs, clothed in his gi but without his cape or turban, the Namek's legs open and seated neatly over Gohan's thighs. Gohan knew Piccolo actually wasn't very heavy without his weighted clothing, Namekian muscle tissue was much lighter than humans or saiyajins as were their bones, so he imagined the small weight over his legs giving off a heat as the muscles tensed in the act Gohan created in his mind. Occasionally real moments that Gohan had committed to memory would spring up in his mind as well, like training when Piccolo's gi top would be removed or destroyed, sweating and panting, when the two would fall over each other, their bodies close. Gohan bit his lip as his imagination wandered and his hand continued.
The make-believe Piccolo would stroke him vigorously with soft but firm hands, careful of his long nails Piccolo's eyes would watch as the member twitched, and leaked pre-cum, the hands in their movements would spread the salty liquid over the shaft wetting the flesh and making Gohan's member more sensitive to the cool air. Gohan loved Piccolo's hands. How the man had lived in the forest and fought battle after battle but since he could regenerate the green flesh never scarred, his face, chest and hands were most noticeable in their smoothness and purity. Shivering and feeling a spike of pleasure between his legs which took his breath away Gohan's mind wandered again, thinking of dark endless eyes that would scan over the teens features calmly as he trembled under the determined hands, Gohan then began using both hands over his erection, thumb occasionally pressing into the tip as the other moved along the heavy member, feeling a tightening sensation in his stomach and his breathing become haggard; more throaty muffles escaping him.
When the urges hadn't been so aggressive Gohan had imagined scenes of blushes and learning to enjoy each other's bodies, especially since he doubted Piccolo knew much on sex which only made Gohan desire him more, but longwinded romantic stories only prolonged his suffering now, he needed release. The other thing about his fantasies that annoyed him was that he couldn't imagine full sex with Piccolo anymore while touching himself, he had enjoyed those fantasies but at most recently he could think of oral while he was in the shower but the amount of pleasure he could apply to himself in comparison to the fantasy only pulled his mind into the reality that he was alone and in such a pitiful wanton state.
So there he was; teenaged demi-saiyajin and golden warrior panting and stroking himself in a desperate plea for relief, yearning for his Namekian friend whom knew nothing of his attraction. Having sustained his erection, much to his exasperation, for several hours he didn't take long to feel his climax approach, especially when he imagined Piccolo smirk. The idea of the majestic warrior seeing him in such an act, to feel accomplishment in Gohan's pleasure, however silly the idea was to the student it turned him on, with each rub Gohan felt himself nearing his climax, panting and grinding his teeth he imagined Piccolo moving forward and grinding himself against the teen's crotch and with a small groan he came, a spark of light fluttering over his vision as white seed spilled from the tip of his member as the hands continued to move, riding out his orgasm and feeling his hands doused in the essence of his desire.
Eventually the organ fell limp from his hands and Gohan just sighed as he felt liquid over is manhood, stomach and thighs, luckily his shirt had ridden up during his masturbation meaning he wouldn't have to be sneaky about his laundry...again. He didn't spend long in the afterglow, he wasn't sated, and he feared he would never be sated as his body was still stressed as well as his mind which was still filled with feelings, ideas, hopes and doubts about Piccolo. He felt as though the imaginary Piccolo's dark eyes were still on him, just watching and Gohan sighed before moving to stand up on shaky legs, Gohan quickly slipped into the adjoined bathroom and took a shower. Mentally, Gohan thanked the gods the house had been redone and he was given his own bathroom.
Gohan felt he may go mad, he could touch himself constantly but he would never feel the stress leave him, it was always there in his flesh and psyche, it weighed him down like an emotional anchor and so Gohan decided, come Saturday, he would tell Piccolo how he felt. As the water from the shower head cascaded over the toned muscular body, washing away evidence of the teen's sexual venture and sweat from his skin, rivulets running him but removing none of his stress, Gohan could only fret then over exactly how he would reveal such a thing, and despite all that could go wrong, he had to have just a little shred of hope.
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