Hi, Thank you so much for reading and staying with me this long... maybe don't read this one in front of company. I fell in the smut bin...
Gohan opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He let go of his father's hand after one more squeeze. How childish I must have looked sleeping like that. We'll get you awake soon dad.
"Sleep well?" Piccolo's voice spoke softly in the room.
Gohan looked around to find him but soon spotted the purple knee outside at the floor of the doorway. With a smile he walked out of the room to find the office empty save for Piccolo sitting cross legged beside the door with eyes closed. "I did."
"Good." Piccolo stood up and smiled at Gohan. "It's early afternoon. If you're hungry we'll head back to the main house."
"I guess I should eat." Gohan chuckled. He glanced once again to his father.
"Don't worry." Piccolo said. "Everyone's doing everything they can, as fast as they can."
"I know." Gohan whispered. "I wish I could help."
"You can help by not wasting away. You still haven't gotten all of your energy back." Piccolo suggested as he left the room.
"I feel like I have enough. I can move normally and I'm not so exhausted." Gohan followed Piccolo through the building.
"I'd feel better if it were higher." Piccolo slowed enough just to let Gohan catch up to his side.
Gohan pinked. "Well if you're concerned, I guess I could eat quite a bit."
"You'll need the energy if you still want to train with me." Piccolo said.
"Really?" Gohan almost bounced down the front steps of the building.
"You have brought it up a couple of times and now that we're sure you're stable on all accounts, I see no reason not to. Everyone else is also preoccupied, I need the stretch, and I prefer your company anyway." Piccolo explained.
"I've done a little work on my own, so I hope I'll be a decent challenge." Gohan grinned.
Piccolo crossed his arms and teased, "You're going to show off aren't you?"
"Well I don't know if I'm good enough to really 'show off', you are a master and I'm not a real fighter, but I guess I do want to impress you at least a little." Gohan blushed.
"I wouldn't say I'm a master. I didn't learn from any school." Piccolo said.
"You taught me." Gohan chirped. "And I respect you as a master."
Piccolo's cheeks tinged purple. "If I'm a master, then you're a real fighter."
"Technically I did survive one near world ending battle." Gohan chuckled weakly.
"Already filling out your martial arts resume." Piccolo smiled a bit somberly at the mention of that dark fight.
Gohan cleared his throat. "Come on, let's hurry."
Piccolo took on a brisk walk, his longer legs easily keeping with Gohan's jog to the main house. It was easy to find a lunch, since again Bulma always had some ready; most likely to sate Vegeta's saiyan hunger or the two half alien children that ran rampant around her property. After Gohan had eaten more than his usual share, they found an unused bit of road beside the house. "Close enough that if anyone needs us, they can find us. Though mostly in case you need to see Goku again."
"Thank you." Gohan nodded. "What's first Master Piccolo~?"
Piccolo blushed. "Please don't call me that."
"You only asked me not to call you 'mister' Piccolo anymore." Gohan shrugged with a playful smile.
"Show me what you know or remember." Piccolo glanced away to move on from the topic. He stood to the side, giving Gohan as much room as he needed.
"Do you want to see the very basics or…?" Gohan asked.
"No." Piccolo chuckled. "You said you had been doing you're own work so I think you've got all of that covered. You can just go over actual moves and techniques."
Gohan stood to ready himself, taking a deep breath before he had a realization. Mom's moves don't really work for me since they were tailored for her smaller form. I still don't really know any of dad's either and I've only done punches and kicks when I trained with mom or Videl. What if I…? He cleared his head and welcomed older memories. He applied more focus to keep from sinking into them.
Gather energy into your hand. Compact it together. Gohan kept his eyes closed as he followed the echoed commands. When he felt he had formed enough he looked to the far sky and threw a small yellow ball of energy. "Basic energy blast."
He quickly charged another and threw it off to the side. It curved and followed the first ball before colliding and exploding both. "Chasing Bullet."
"And then…" Both hands flat and forward! Then push it when you have enough. It takes a lot more ki than a normal blast, kid. Gohan almost smiled at the memory of Piccolo's demands. He built up more and more until it tingled his finger tips, almost stinging. He firmed his stance before pushing it and releasing a strong yellow wave. "Masenko."
Piccolo watched the stream fly short and fizzle. "Good. You're form was strong and given how much energy you have, they looked decent in power."
Gohan ruffled his hair. "I've only really got basic kicks and punches down. I remember a few other techniques, at least in movements and theory but even when I was a kid I couldn't get them right."
"You can try them again now if you want, but use me as the target." Piccolo stretched his neck and arms.
"We're going to jump right into that?" Gohan asked.
"I'll be easy on you and not use energy blasts. I want to test your footwork, defense, and ability to think while in a fight." Piccolo explained.
Gohan took a deep breath and stood ready. "Alright."
Piccolo went for the first strike but as he promised it was an easy attack to step back from. With each move he amplified the difficulty, forcing Gohan to use ki against him, and soon they fell into a rhythm with just enough difficulty to challenge Gohan. When Piccolo reached a point where he would knock Gohan to the ground or land a hit, he backed the difficulty down again.
Gohan was slowly getting frustrated; not that he was always knocked down, but that he couldn't even manage to land his own blow to Piccolo. Unless I take a lesson from Videl. Just before Piccolo landed another solid hit Gohan asked, "Are you going to bruise me again?"
Piccolo paused a second but still managed to trip Gohan before he could take advantage of the hesitation. "Taunts now?"
"I've seen it in action. It's effective and I'm sure you've taunted your fair share of enemies." Gohan pulled himself up again.
"Fair enough." Piccolo continued the back and forth combat. As they built up the same pattern, he could see Gohan preparing a new quip.
Gohan fumbled a block, falling to his knees with Piccolo pinning him down. He looked up with a smirk. "I love seeing those steely eyes."
Piccolo raised one brow before letting go and stepping back with a huff. Ready to go again, he charged around once Gohan stood up.
I need a better one. Gohan watched Piccolo and blasted just behind him. He blushed as he thought of another line. Once Piccolo had moved in close enough, Gohan said, "And just how your muscles dare your shirt to hold together. It's gorgeous."
Piccolo burnt violet as he halted, confusion soaking through him. Gohan grabbed the front of Piccolo's shirt and, with a sweep of a leg, pinned him to the ground. Once Piccolo recognized what had happened he pushed Gohan off and sat up. "Those aren't taunts they're-"
"Compliments?" Gohan stood and placed his hands on his hips. "I had to distract you and normal insults just won't do for me."
Piccolo took a deep breath. Fine then. I can work with that. His face was stern as he attempted to prepare for whatever Gohan would say next.
They started the pattern again of keeping Piccolo away before he could strike. Again when he got closer, Gohan adjusted his expression a bit and spoke up. "Master of martial arts, drink making, and plant care. What else can you do with those handsome hands?"
Piccolo upped his speed and pulled Gohan's arms behind him before he could even gather energy in his hand. He leaned his head over Gohan's shoulder and whispered, "Let me show you."
"Wait! What are you-" Gohan closed his eyes as his body suddenly began to tingle.
Piccolo gently squeezed Gohan's tail. "New lesson, you leave your largest weakness just bouncing out in the open. I know when it's pulled you drop and lose all sense of what's happening. If you wound it around your waist, it can't be used against you." Piccolo slowly guided it around Gohan's hips, holding him up so he wouldn't fall.
Gohan could feel each finger pressing into him. He gasped as his skin started to burn at the attention. "Ahh~"
Piccolo let go of Gohan's tail and, when he was sure Gohan could stand, stepped back. "Sorry. I didn't mean to grab you so hard. I know it's sensitive."
"I'm fine." Gohan finally managed to say as he stumbled slightly. He forced himself to straighten as much as he could. "I think I'm just a bit tired now. I'll go relax. Thank you."
Piccolo watched the strange quick exit with a brow raised and crossed his arms. "Alright."
Gohan hurried into his room and ran into the privy, locking the door. Oh gods! Oh gods! What is wrong with me?! Reacting like that in the middle of training! He rubbed his red face trying to smother the embarrassment. He pressed a hand against the now tight breeches. Please go away…
"Gohan?" Piccolo's voice asked from the bedroom.
Gohan screamed in his head. "I-in here, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Piccolo asked.
Gohan strained to breath as he stared at the floor. Come on, I can play this off. He opened the door and leaned his head out with a smile. "See? All fine."
Piccolo stood by the door inspecting Gohan and then grunted as an acceptance. "Hmmm."
Gohan hastened to the dresser and opened a drawer. If I don't face him head on, he shouldn't notice and it'll die down. "Ah they finally filled it with some clean clothes. I should have thought ahead to put on something more appropriate for training instead of my new favorite vest."
Before he could pull out a fresh shirt, he could feel Piccolo standing behind him. "What's on your mind?"
Gohan hesitated a moment then gave a soft chuckle. "I always have something on my mind. The joys of my intense education."
Piccolo placed a hand to either side of Gohan on the dresser, cornering him. "We're supposed to communicate right? You reacted weird. If I stepped over a line, you need to-"
"No you're fine." Gohan tried to look over his shoulder up to Piccolo. "You didn't upset me or something I promise."
"So everything you said yesterday still stands?" Piccolo asked.
"Of course." Gohan answered. He tensed when he felt Piccolo gently grab his tail again. He couldn't stop a shuddered gasp from escaping him.
"Then tell me what you're feeling. Is it bad? Uncomfortable?" Piccolo asked.
"It's not bad." Gohan whispered. He leaned over the dresser to balance himself.
Then Piccolo recalled their talk the night before. "Is this one of those things you said you should take slow?"
Gohan gulped and hid his face in his arms. "Yes."
"And what did I say after that?" Piccolo asked.
"This isn't like a kiss." Gohan almost choked out his words. "This is a much MUCH larger leap and I-"
"Am I running?" Piccolo interrupted.
"N-no." Gohan answered softly.
"Then if it doesn't feel bad, and you didn't worry about rushing me, would it be fine if I continued?" Piccolo whispered.
Gohan felt like he was shrinking beneath Piccolo but nodded his head.
"Communicate remember?" Piccolo said.
"Y-yes. You can… continue." Gohan felt his heart burst as Piccolo softly stroked his tail. His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to stifle his gasps.
Piccolo watched intently as Gohan trembled. More of the side Gohan was afraid to show him poured out with each stroke. He swallowed the building lump in his throat as he realized he was captivated by this view. He wanted to pull Gohan closer to him and keep this moment, keep these noises for himself. He did say that I could be greedy. I wonder what else he likes. He's clearly… stimulated. Piccolo spotted how Gohan pressed himself into the desk a bit too roughly. "Are you uncomfortable? Bent over the dresser like this?"
Gohan's face burned at the word choice. "No, it's alright. Just... hard to balance."
Piccolo used his free hand to grab Gohan's hip and help steady him but was surprised by the soft cry from Gohan and the sudden thrust he made into Piccolo's own pelvis. Something shivered through him at the contact. He let go of Gohan's tail and braced himself on the dresser before he collapsed entirely on Gohan.
"Sorry. Sorry." Gohan whispered many apologies as he tried to press himself back into the dresser and away from Piccolo but Piccolo's hand wouldn't let him move.
"Was it bad to touch you there?" Piccolo was deadly quiet and so close to Gohan's ear.
"You're so close… to my… It felt good." Gohan found it harder and harder to speak. He knew if Piccolo didn't stop he would be reduced to very basic words.
"Do you want to take care of it then?" Piccolo asked, knowing now what Gohan was trying to bury into the dresser.
Gohan couldn't tell what emotion Piccolo's tone conveyed. His voice was somehow even deeper than usual. "I can take care of it later if you still want my tail-"
Piccolo almost carved his nails into the dresser. He could hear his own heart in his ears as his stomach felt like it had dropped into a deep pit. "I asked if you wanted to do it now."
Gohan couldn't manage any verbal answer and only nodded. He lifted himself onto his elbows and braced as much as he could as he felt Piccolo's hand move to the buttons of his breeches. Again his hips rocked backwards in anticipation but he was surprised when Piccolo pushed back into him and gave a whispered gasp. He looked to Piccolo's hand beside him, the only thing holding Piccolo off of him. He's shaking just as much as me. Is he…? He realized Piccolo had stopped advancing for a moment, most likely to gather himself, and it gave Gohan an idea. He slowly moved his hand towards his hip and placed it over Piccolo's. After a shaky breath he said, "Please."
When he felt no resistance from Piccolo, he slowly moved both his and Piccolo's hands to free a single button and move inside. He felt himself almost petrify to stone when their hands had brushed the base of his member. Piccolo had regained some confidence and moved a bit further, wrapping each finger around with the same gentility he had with Gohan's tail. With each stroke Gohan gasped. He wouldn't know how to describe the feeling if he was asked but he happily drowned in it as long as Piccolo was willing to let him. For what could have been the longest moments he wasn't even aware of anything else until he heard Piccolo's deep gasps of his own.
Piccolo actively pressed his hips into Gohan just as Gohan had instinctively thrust into Piccolo's barely moving hand. They weren't moving fast but there was a distinct weight and delicious pressure to each movement. Gohan balanced on his other arm again and angled himself to give Piccolo what he suspected would be the most comfortable spot.
Piccolo instantly noticed the change, the increased softness. He gave in and sank, pressing his chest to Gohan's back either to absorb Gohan or allowing Gohan to swallow him in. There weren't any intellectual thoughts for him to have nor words to say. He didn't fully understand the dimension of sensation fast unfolding around him but he had given in to it. It was a complex flavor and still could be easily summed up as his Gohan.
Gohan didn't wait to begin moving again, but now he had to struggle to focus. This wasn't just about pleasuring himself; he knew too well how to do that. Feeling Piccolo's heart beat against his back and hearing his increased breathing, he wanted to see if Piccolo could enjoy it as much as he did. He began rocking against Piccolo's pelvis, grinding and stimulating what little he could in his fogged state. Piccolo tried to stand up a bit more to keep from crushing Gohan but Gohan gripped the front of his purple shirt over his shoulder and held him close. Gohan gasped out, "Don't move. Don't stop."
Hearing Gohan's plea, Piccolo remained close to Gohan. He clenched his jaw to maintain any control and stroked Gohan's member again with more energy. He slowly noticed his own arousal peeking out of him more and more. With too many years of neglect, and eventually being forgotten about, Piccolo was now paying that price with increased sensitivity and hunger. Gohan melted beneath him, gasps evolving to moans as he held tight to Piccolo's shirt and fell into the synchronized motions. Sounds and sensations flooded over him.
Stroke, grind, moan.
Stroke, tremble, scratch.
His skin seared. He was about to warn Piccolo he was so close until he heard a near growl of a moan. Piccolo gripping him just a touch more as he shivered was the last push Gohan needed. "Aahhhhh~"
Gohan soaked in the floating feeling as Piccolo wrapped both arms around him as they came down. Gohan sighed. "Thank you."
After a silent moment he realized Piccolo was still trembling. "Are you alright?"
He tried to push Piccolo off enough to see him but threw them both off balance and collapsed in Piccolo's steel hold on the floor. He eventually managed enough wiggle room to turn in Piccolo's arms and rest on his knees only to suddenly face Piccolo with confusion knotted in his brows and eyes. Gohan felt a rock in his gut at the display. Worried, he whispered, "Hey, tell me what's wrong."
Piccolo took a slow breath. His voice was a haunted whisper. "That was… so much. Not bad just… much more than I thought I could do, or feel."
"That's ok." Gohan whispered with an embarrassed smile. "It was a lot for me too."
"I apologize if none of this was as you had imagined." Piccolo forced himself to sit straighter unable to look at Gohan in his state. His arms falling slowly away to his lap.
Gohan couldn't stand the look on Piccolo's face and pulled him in for a kiss. He pressed his forehead to Piccolo's and said, "I was too worried it wouldn't even happen that I didn't let myself imagine much. You've already surpassed expectations, as usual."
"You said you had thoughts of that nature before, so I guessed that you might have pictured me… or something." Piccolo's cheeks tinged purple.
Gohan burnt red. "Well uh yes… and no. I have had a few nights where I was tempted to handle myself while imagining you but I felt they might have been disrespectful and if I had I was worried I wouldn't be able to hide myself anymore. Usually I caught myself drifting into those thoughts and stopping before they got too far."
"So you didn't really picture me-" Piccolo started.
"Not activities wise but…" Gohan gulped. "Like picturing how you look and… i-it was only a few times."
Piccolo hid his lips with a knuckle and glanced away a moment. "If you want to picture me like that, you may."
Gohan's heart fluttered. He quickly sat down and pressed his face into Piccolo's chest. "I think I do need to rest now."
"Right here? Wouldn't you prefer the bed?" Piccolo asked.
Gohan sighed hoping to calm himself but he hadn't thought of how soft Piccolo's pectorals were let alone how nice it would be to smother himself in them even through a shirt and vest. "Only if you move there too."
"Even in our dirty clothes?" Piccolo couldn't help but smirk. He could feel Gohan shrink in his lap and watched Gohan's ears turn red.
"I guess we should probably change." Gohan mumbled weakly, though he knew he didn't want to move.