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Warning: I don't know if I mentioned it in the first chapter, but there is something smutty in every chapter. Oh and shota, but you should know that by now :P
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The Wrong Thing To Do
Chapter 2
I didn't see him for weeks after that. I don't think he said anything because no one had come for me yet.
I immersed myself in my studies once again, but it didn't seem to help much this time. I could never stop thinking about that beautiful face of his and those divine lilac locks. I just wanted to ravage him, kiss all his little fingers, his smooth chest, his thighs, his nape. I wanted to show him the same pleasure he had given me, I kept fantasizing about making him moan and whimper.
The thoughts never stopped coming. The studies couldn't prevent them. I don't know how much time had passed since I last saw him.
I'd managed to cover up my ever-increasing lust by getting a girlfriend. Her name is Videl. When we have sex I imagine it's Trunks underneath me, whimpering, screaming. But I can't get too caught up in it because I don't want to scream his name. She knows that Trunks is Goten's little friend. She knows that he is 8 and that he is Goten's friend.
One day when I'm having a picnic with Videl and Goten, he arrives. He's not alone. Vegeta is with him.
I begin to panic.
"Hey, Vegeta!" I say, my eyes bulging out, nearly popping out of my eyelids.
"Hn." He crosses his arms in his trademark fashion.
I stop eating my sandwich, afraid that if I don't I will choke on it when Vegeta starts attacking. I wait, silent, until Vegeta speaks up.
"Boy, where is Kakarrot?"
I gasp. Is he going to take this up with Dad? Does he or doesn't he know? Is he just looking for Dad so he can spar?
"Why do you need my D-Dad?" I stutter.
"Boy!" he points a finger at me, "Kakarrot and I have unfinished business and if you don't tell me where he is I'll be sure to blast this whole forest until he decides to come out of hiding!"
"Hiding? Uh, he's at home." He doesn't know. Phew.
"Hn." And then he's gone.
"Hey, Trunks!" Goten beams, his eyes sparkling in his enthusiasm.
"Hey, Goten." Trunks states flatly.
He looks at me from the corner of his eye. Oh, Trunks, don't give me that look.
"Hey, Goten, let's spar. Gohan needs time alone with his girlfriend."He snorts.
Is he…jealous?
They fly a few meters away and start at it, powering up to Super Saiyan and giving it all they've got. I watch Trunks in his golden aura and realize how much he's improved since I last saw him. But, then he would have. It's been 3 months. Suddenly my cheek starts burning. She's slapped me.
"Gohan!" she's angry. God, how she reminds me of Mom.
"God, Videl, that really hurt! Why'd you do that for?" I whine as I rub my aching cheek.
"Stop ignoring me! You're the one that brought me out here so don't even think about joining those kids out there!" Oh, she thinks I want to fight. Better that than her knowing the real reason I'm staring so intently at the boys.
"Well, it just looks so fun!" I say, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, if you don't shut up about it I'll give you something to fight about!" she threatens as she waves her fist at me.
I am forced to listen to her babble on about something irrelevant, perhaps about her father. I take a bite out of a rice cake and continue nodding my head to the rhythm of her voice. Thank God she can't read ki, I think and almost smile at the thought as I follow their battle through their fluctuation in ki. Trunks is winning. I smile.
"Are you even listening to me?" she yells.
Oh shit, she must've been complaining about something again.
"Sorry, Videl. I just thought about something funny my Dad said yesterday, that's all." God, I'm a bad liar.
"Gohan," she says as she abruptly gets to her feet, "I'm sick and tired of you always ignoring me! When you finally realize that you're being a selfish pig, you can call me." and then she storms away and flies off into the distance.
I return my gaze to Goten and Trunks super-ing it out just a few feet away. Their glowing bodies spurting into the air as their teal eyes closely concentrate on the opponent, trying to calculate their next move. And in a flash, Trunks has got Goten pinned to the ground and is pounding him to a pulp.
He stops when Goten admits defeat and lets out a chuckle to signify his victory. They power down and Trunks strides toward me, confident in his every move.
He smirks as he seats himself in front of me and takes the rice cake from my hand. He eats it quickly and then smirks as Goten approaches.
"God, Trunks, that really hurt." My brother complains.
Trunks keeps on smirking and only stops when Goten runs to the bushes to relieve himself.
"Did you like that, Gohan?" he asks menacingly.
"Yeah, you did a great job." I smile.
He chuckles, "Not that. Did you like what you saw?" he teases as he stands up and takes his shirt off, eyeing me in the process.
Holy fucking shit, he knows.
"Well…?" he teases again and lets out a short giggle. Then he winks at me and sits down again.
He lies himself down and closes his eyes, smiling in the process.
Meanwhile, Goten rushes back and seats himself on the blanket where Videl had previously been situated.
"Oh boy, this looks good!" he beams and starts munching on a sandwich, the old Saiyan appetite completely taking over.
I look at the other Saiyan on the ground. He's enjoying the midday sun and he's smiling as the sun heats his skin. His chest heaves slightly as he takes in some air and then goes back down when he exhales. He looks so perfect, lying so still.
We sit there munching on our lunch and enjoying the summer sun.
The flowers are in full bloom and the splashes from the fish in the river can be heard by our sensitive Saiyan ears. We are in pure bliss.
When he finally sits up, he looks at me with those soulful eyes again, not smiling, not frowning, but just piercing. His long black eyelashes flutter as he blinks and then he looks away, in the direction of the river. Him too hearing those playful splashes. I hear him sigh as he leans his head on his arms, his back turned to me. I smile at how beautiful he is and I too lie down and take in the beauty of the day.
When I wake up he is gone. Goten is still there. He smiles as I come to.
"I heard Mom yelling a while ago." He says.
I rub my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight. It's darker than before. The sun is about to set.
"Gohan, can we stay and watch the sun set?"
I smile. He's such a sweet boy, so much like Dad, "Sure."
Once at home Mom is yelling at me, angry that we've been gone all day. Her need for control overrides any love she has for either of us and at times it can be tedious. But, somehow Dad always manages to come home just when she's taking out all her anger on me and today is no exception.
"But Chichi…" is all I hear before I slam the door to my room shut and hop into bed, opening a book and starting where I left off.
I don't pay much attention to the words I skim through, this book is only leverage in case someone barges in and I have to justify my isolation. I can't help thinking about Trunks. He was so teasing today, almost like he knew how I felt. Like he knew my desires, the lust I feel for his body. He'd taken off his shirt, almost in a seductive way. Was he trying to entice me? He's acted differently today than I had ever seen him act before and I couldn't help but to feel as if he'd matured a lot more in these 3 months since we last saw each other. Had he figured out what he'd done to me? Did he understand?
About a week later I go into the forest with my textbooks to finish my homework while at the same time also being able to take in the glorious day. I close my eyes as a breeze caresses my face.
Suddenly I feel a ki approaching. It's Trunks. I put my books down and watch as he approaches and lands. Shit, what am I supposed to do now?
He walks over to me and sits cross-legged in front of me. He stares up at me with those big eyes of his, I look into them, getting lost in the vast blueness of it all.
"Gohan."
I snap out of my daze and watch him.
"What are you doing here, Trunks?" I ask, slightly uncomfortable with his presence.
"You're avoiding me again. If I don't come to you, I won't ever get to see you." He's not smiling, there is no smirk on his face; he isn't playing any games.
"Trunks, I…"
"Shh." He interrupts me. He crawls over to me, placing a small hand on my thigh, "Is this why you've been avoiding me?" he whispers as he slides his hand up my thigh, rubbing my crotch.
He smiles when he feels me harden.
"You like this, Gohan?" he smirks, rubbing it more. A gasp escapes my lips and I try to stifle a moan. "You like the way this feels, huh?" he whispers.
He looks into my eyes, his trademark smirk decorating his lips. I can feel him unzipping me.
Oh no!
His breathing is becoming ragged, a gasp escaping his lips as he fingers the bulge, the thin fabric of my boxers the only thing keeping those godly fingers from their prize. He pulls down the boxers and places the throbbing erection in his hand, gripping it. He feels the tip, caressing the slit, spreading the pre-cum all over the tip.
He looks up at me. He wants this.
He bends down and I feel the soft, wet warmth of his childlike lips enveloping me and sucking. His tongue moves around carefully, unsure of his actions. I moan and this seems to assure him as he continues with more confidence, sliding his tongue all over the tip and putting as much of me in his mouth as he can bear. I can hear the squelching noises before he pulls away and looks up at me again, his eyes looking so vulnerable.
"Don't stop." I say.
He leans back down and resumes sucking again.
"Use your hands." I gasp as he grabs the shaft with his hands and he takes more of me into his mouth.
My hips start jerking. I grab his head and start thrusting into his little mouth. I can hear him choking and the sound only brings me further and further along.
"Yes, Trunks!" I scream as I come into his prepubescent mouth, filling it up with seed.
As I finally come to, relaxed from the release I can see him still trying to catch his breath, gasping for air, coughing. His swollen lips coated with my seed and dripping from his chin. When he's finally caught his breath he wipes it away with his hand and looks at me. So vulnerable.
"Did you like it?" his raspy voice says, not at all shocked at the white substance coating his jaw.
I'm still trying to catch my breath. He looks at me, expectant.
"God, Trunks…that was…" I try to get out. "…amazing."
He smiles shyly. Then he wipes some more cum off his face before swallowing again.
My face grows stern as I ask him, "Why did you do that, Trunks?"
He looks worried.
"But, you wanted me to." he says, still uncertain.
Yes, he was right. I'd dreamed of this for so long. His little wet mouth choking on my length, struggling to swallow it all. I'd dreamed of it for so long. I find myself starting to get hard again at the thought of those tiny lips on my member, him choking on my size. I quickly bat the thought aside.
"Trunks, I told you we couldn't ever do this again."
I must look angry because he starts to tremble.
"I'm sorry, Gohan, I just…I thought you wanted me to…" tears start accumulating in his sockets.
"Oh Trunks…don't cry." I lean over and start hugging his little frame. He hugs my chest and starts sobbing.
I feel the wetness on my shirt as his sobs increase, his breathing becoming more and more erratic.
"Shh, Trunks, don't cry." I whisper as soothingly as I possibly can.
He relaxes and the sobs become less and less. He looks up at me, blue eyes glistening in the wetness.
I lean down and kiss those small swollen, scarlet lips. I feel the warmth.
I open my eyes and see that he has closed his eyes, teardrops still streaking his cheeks. My hand finds its way to his nape where it grabs on and crushes him into another one of my kisses. He opens his mouth slightly and I take the opportunity and slip my wet, slick tongue in to caress his. He gasps. This is a new sensation for him. I feel his little body tense up as I continue stroking his tongue with my own. Then I break our kiss and look down at him as he flutters his beautiful eyes open and looks up at me with such tenderness and innocence.
I lean in for another kiss and he clasps my sides as I again slip my tongue into his mouth. He starts getting the hang of it and joins in, his tongue wrestling with my own as he moans into my mouth, the sound making me tingle all the way to the pit of my stomach. He presses his lips harder against mine and we moan, together, in unison. Then we reluctantly break the kiss as we both gasp for air.
He looks up at me, his eyes seeking comfort as I embrace him and bring him to my chest. We lie on the rough ground in a tight embrace, his warm breath against my chest filling me with lust.
I kiss his lavender head, planting soft smooches all the way to his forehead. He looks up at me again with those vulnerable eyes and leans in to kiss my lips. How soft and tender a kiss it is. When he's finished his lips just stay there, brushing against mine as his heated breath enters my mouth.
God, he is a sight. Such beauty, such tenderness, so lovely. I plant another kiss on those tender lips and he crashes his lips with mine, fierce in his newfound passion. He's making this so difficult.
He smiles into my lips as he feels the erection against his leg.
He looks down, grabs it and begins to stroke it. His hand going faster, I groan into his mouth.
He stops kissing me and focuses on the task at hand. I burrow my face into the nook of his shoulder and moan and grunt as he takes me further and further along. As he strokes faster, I can feel my body begin to jerk, start to spasm. My erection is now throbbing and as he goes faster I jerk in his hand and make one final moan as I cum in his hand.
He looks at it again. Still mesmerized and confused at what has just happened. He leans down and starts licking the seed off my limp member.
"Oh, God…Trunks." I manage to get out.
He smiles as he comes up to my eyes level and he kisses me on the cheek. I lie there, with my obsession in my arms, caressing his flushed cheeks, and feeling his silky hair. He closes his eyes and relaxes in my embrace. I don't know quite how long we stayed that way, but it was blissful.
Then when I realize what time it is I give Trunks some hand sanitizer to hopefully cleanse his hands of my smell, hoping that Vegeta won't notice. Then I send him off and tell him that I'll see him soon, after which I fly off home and quickly take a shower before Dad gets a sniff off me.
After dinner that day I just went into my room and laid down in my bed. I really wanted to be alone, not out of sorrow or anything like that, but just to make sure that my blissful facial expression don't reveal anything of the events that have transpired today.
The next day I fly over to Capsule Corp and tell Bulma that I want to spar with Trunks. She tells me that Vegeta isn't home, but that Trunks is taking a shower and that I can wait for him in the kitchen with her instead.
"No, I think I'll wait in his room. I kind of want to surprise him."
If she had any suspicions of our relationship she would gasp at the thought, but as she doesn't she just smiles, glad that she doesn't have to prepare anything for me.
When I get into Trunks' room, toys are still scattered all over the floor, just like they were 5 months ago. I smile at the thought of his childish demeanor and then I hear the sound of the shower. Trunks. I move to the bathroom and open the door. I step in and quickly, but quietly close the door behind me. It's humid and foggy and smells of strawberries.
I see the outline of Trunks naked body through the glass around the shower. He's humming some song I've never heard before. I lock the door behind me and start taking off my wife beater and jeans. I toss aside my socks, and slip out of my boxers. I hear the water turn off. He slides open the door and as he spots me, he stares mouth agape.
"Gohan…"
I walk towards the shower and push him inside, closing the door behind me. I turn the tap back on and stare at his bewildered face. I kneel down so that I'm at his eye level and stare deep in his eyes, those eyes, those eyes that reflect the lust in my eyes. I grab him by the nape and crush his lips into mine, in an earth-shattering embrace. He kisses me back, so softly, still bewildered at my appearance in the shower. My other hand travels down his back, feeling all those ripples that are so unusual for a boy his age.
My fingertips continue its downward journey to his lower back, feeling it arch as I reach his crack, and then feeling those warm, soft buttocks. I feel the cheeks softly at first, then squeezing them as our kiss becomes more passionate and fierce. I break our kiss, to begin nibbling down his jaw, to his neck, tickling it with my tongue as his neck falls back to give me more access.
He starts to gasp, exhaling more than he's inhaling. He moans as my lips brushes against his earlobe, I nibble on that sweet spot making him tremble and quiver at the touch.
"Gohan…" he whimpers.
Hearing him say my name like that makes me smile to myself. I continue kissing and licking my way down his chest, feeling every rise and fall on his torso with my hands, while I seek out his nipples, nipping at the nub which stiffens them. He elicits a moan and I begin to suck on them while he moans my name further.
"Gohan…"
I position him on the floor, making sure his head is supported by the wall as I kiss his beautiful and tan stomach, stopping as I get to his waist. I look up at him, watching as he writhes under me, immersed in his pleasure, eyes closed and completely relaxed. I spread his legs, slowly feeling my way up his thighs, kissing the warm, hairless skin as I get closer to that spot. He starts gasping more heavily.
"Ooh…Gohan…" he moans.
Does he want this? His moans affirm this, but his limp member reveals the opposite. Can he even get hard? Is he too young? I try to avert my gaze and my attentions from the beautiful boy before me, but to no avail.
I plant kisses up his thigh, spreading them as I get closer and closer to his small length. I watch him twitch his hips as I finally come into contact with it. I stroke it, causing him to tense up.
"Ah!"
I place my lips on the tip of the hardening prick and kiss it tenderly, causing him to jerk his hips. I smile before I place the thing in my mouth, swallowing the whole length, which makes him gasp harsher, his head falling back, and his hands grasping my spikes.
"Ooh!" he yells.
He starts jerking his hips into my mouth, pulling the length further down my throat.
"Ooh God…!" he screams again.
He jerks two more times before his throbbing stick explodes in my mouth, sprouting his seed down my throat. I swallow the sweet and bitter taste.
I let go of his length and lean up to kiss his flushed face. My prince.
"Come on, Trunks, we need to clean you off." I say as I help him to his feet.
I cover him in the shower gel and massage it all over his slender body. I decide to not use his strawberry body wash and instead just use the regular bar of soap in case one of the parents would smell it on me and infer that I'd been in the shower with their beloved son. Once we're both finished we step outside and I towel dry the beauty. He smiles up at me, the smirk now plastered on his face and the mischievous glint in his eye.
"So." He begins, "what are we doing today?"
I chuckle as I finish drying him off and then proceeding to dry myself, "I thought we'd spar."
Once we're dressed and ready we head down, my hair still slightly wet from the shower. Vegeta stops us in our tracks. He stares me over with a pessimistic and dissatisfied frown.
"And where do you think you're going?" the question is directed at me.
"Umm, out to spar?" that came out very, very nervous.
"Relax, Dad," he says as he purses his lips, "it's only a spar."
"Hn." And then he turns around and is gone.
As soon as we've flown some distance away from Capsule Corp, I stop Trunks midair and confront him.
"What the hell was that?" I point in the direction of Capsule Corp.
He chuckles, "Don't make such a big deal out of it, he doesn't suspect a thing." He says nonchalantly as he looks at a cloud.
I grab his chin and force him to look at me, "Trunks, this is serious. If he finds out, I can never see you again."
He smiles, "That's not gonna happen. Don't worry." He grabs my hand and kisses the palm. "Don't worry, Gohan. I'm being careful."
When we land we begin to spar immediately. He's improved so much since the last time I fought him like this. We power up to Super Saiyan and those blue eyes I love so much turn into teal. We kick and punch and throw blasts for as long as we can take. None of us get very injured although my lip got slightly busted when Trunks landed a right hook on it. Other than that, nothing major.
We power down and I sit down, leaning against a boulder. Trunks seats himself a few feet away in front of me. He smiles at some thought he must've had as he walks over and leans down.
"I guess I got you in the lip pretty bad, huh?" he says as he cups my chin and kisses my bruised lip softly.
He sits himself in my lap and stares up at me with confident eyes. Man, how he's changed since that time I came to Capsule Corp to get that awful costume made. He is still that mischievous boy, but there is something different about him. A leering quality. Yes, it's lust I find in those eyes nowadays. Lust has replaced that naïve innocence and I don't know whether to be glad or upset.
"You, OK?" he asks softly as he leans in for another kiss.
I smile sadly. I kiss him back. Those sweet, sweet lips. Just as soft as ever, still as childish, still as innocent. No, I haven't stolen that magical quality. It still exists in him, he just knows more now than he did when he first made me cum. He's learned the meaning of lust and desire and he now desires me.
"I was just thinking about you." I whisper.
He smiles as I cradle him in my lap. I lean against the boulder and relax my body, hugging him close, feeling his body heat and his hot breath on my chest. I close my eyes.
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