Chapter 12
The next thing Trunks knew, the two roommates were back in their apartment in West City. He was still in Gohan's arms, but everything around them seemed to be spinning. The teen was dizzy and stumbled away from the other demi, losing his balance. He landed against the nearby dining room table before regaining his senses. Then he shot a look at Gohan.
"When the hell did you learn to do that?!" he snapped. "You could have at least warned me."
"Aw, I'm sorry," Gohan's tone was amused. "You're just so irresistible, I couldn't wait another minute to get you home."
Trunks thought the explanation sounded sarcastic, and Gohan had obviously done it just to fluster him. "I don't remember Instant Transmission being so turbulent," he grumbled to himself.
"I'm still working out the kinks," Gohan admitted, as he approached the younger Saiyan, who was now half-sitting on the edge of the table, collecting himself.
"Well experiment on someone else!" Trunks looked utterly affronted. "I could have ended up as a part of this table or stuck together with you or lost out in space somewh—."
But before he had the chance to complain further, Gohan leaned down to kiss him again. He did so experimentally, as if he wanted a second bite of a dish he wasn't sure whether or not he liked. He let himself explore the prince's mouth this time, massaging Trunks' tongue with his own, and the younger boy forgot his irritation quickly. He relaxed his jaw to welcome the other's gentle probing and Gohan enjoyed the sudden silence. He made a mental note that kissing Trunks was an effective and rather enjoyable way to shut him up.
The teen lifted his chin to meet his roommate's lips. He tried to stand up straight to get closer to that searing tongue he had waited so long to taste. But Gohan pushed him back into a half-seated position and held him there with a firm hand on his abdomen. So far, in their albeit limited sexual history, Trunks had always been the aggressor. He had repeatedly managed to fluster Gohan and Gohan decided he'd had the upper hand long enough. If Trunks was intent on seducing him, he would not merely be a passive partner.
The younger demi didn't fight back and obeyed the unspoken command to stay put. When Gohan broke the kiss, the teen leaned back, resting his palms behind him on the table. He stared at the elder Son with glazed eyes. His backside remained perched on the edge of the table, and Gohan found himself looking down over the prince's half naked form.
They had left Trunks' t-shirt lying where he had tossed it, somewhere on the floor of Videl's living room and, although Gohan had seen Trunks in every conceivable state of undress over the years, it somehow felt like he was looking at him for the first time. He pondered the change as he let his hand explore the firm muscles beneath it.
Gohan traced the lines of Trunks' abdomen, still showing some signs of Vegeta's revenge although, in the shadowy half-light of the apartment, the bruises became much less visible. Then, sliding a palm over the bandages that made a wide stripe across his roommate's ribs, he noticed that this time Trunks didn't flinch. Gohan figured he was already healing and would be as good as new in a day or two. It might be fun to spar then, he found himself thinking, as his hand moved across the other's chest. It was something he had yet to get used to, touching Trunks this way. But he couldn't deny his appreciation for the other's sculpted form, masculine though it was.
Trunks shivered at his roommate's ephemeral touch. Gohan's aimlessly wandering fingers were setting his skin on fire. "C'mere you." Wanting more contact, he grabbed the front of Gohan's shirt in his fist and pulled him down until their noses almost touched. "What are you thinking about so intently when you look at me like that, huh?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. It wasn't exactly desire he saw in Gohan's eyes. It was more like thoughtfulness, and Trunks wondered at his roommate's ability to be so analytical in a moment when his own mind was clouded with lust.
"That this is crazy," Gohan answered him quietly, his warm breath reminding Trunks just how close his mouth was.
"Good crazy or bad crazy?" The prince studied his roommate's lips as he awaited a response.
"I haven't decided yet."
Trunks lifted his chin to close the small distance between them and traced the inside of Gohan's lips with one daring stroke of his tongue. Taking the bait, Gohan entwined his fingers in his roommate's hair and turned his head to the side. He dragged his lips along the prince's jaw before planting a warm, wet kiss on his neck. He couldn't help but notice the way Trunks smelled; the way he tasted . . . . . And Gohan was suddenly very thankful for his heightened senses as he breathed the teen in. He pressed a few kisses underneath the boy's jaw and felt Trunks drop his head back, yielding to his movements with an audible breath.
Oh god, Gohan thought, if he didn't stop this now . . . .
He ceased his ministrations and stared at the cherry wood of the table beneath them, swallowing loudly.
Trunks noticed the sudden change and waited a moment for the other to continue. But Gohan was standing there as if frozen. "Gohan?" he whispered worriedly. "What's wrong?"
When the older man leaned back to face him, Trunks saw that contemplative look in his eyes again. He blinked up at the older demi as if the next thing that Gohan said would make or break him. As if, at that moment, Gohan held his whole life in his hands.
"C'mon, Gohan," the teen joked. "Don't make me beg."
Once again, the elder Son found himself virtually swimming in pools of blue. But there was desperation there, even as Trunks broke into that overly casual grin he often sported when he was trying to hide his real emotions. Gohan would have thought the demi-Saiyan prince had an ego that could rival even his father's, but he was learning Trunks was not as self-assured as he often pretended to be. That hopeful yet anxious look in the teen's eyes begged Gohan for acceptance, for approval, for any clue as to what he was thinking.
When Goten left, the things he said had made their impression on the lavender-haired Saiyan. He didn't let himself dwell on it often, but deep down he felt that Goten's insistence on seeing what else was out there was really just another way of saying anyone would be better than him. Trunks couldn't help but wonder what was so wrong with him that the younger boy would seek not only to be with someone else, but seemingly to be with anyone else. Indeed, Goten had thrown himself at the first person who showed any interest in him at college. Almost as if he only needed the right excuse to leave. And the sting of knowing that the other boy was so desperate to get away from him hurt like a physical pain to which Vegeta's fists couldn't even compare.
Goten had been growing more and more distant in the months before he'd left, and Trunks realized after the fact that he must have been thinking about leaving for a long time before he had ended things. He'd shied away from intimate contact more and more towards the end, so that even before that fateful night on the balcony, Trunks had gotten used to wanting and to feeling unwanted. It had only caused him to hold tighter to Goten and seek his constant reassurances. And the weeks since their parting had done little to remedy those insecurities. If anything, they had been exacerbated.
But at least now he could look back on his mistakes with some clarity. And he thought, really thought, that he deserved another chance.
But even as he perched there in front of Gohan, he was waiting to hear those words he had recently become so familiar with. Waiting for Gohan to tell him to stop. That he wasn't interested and that this was all a mistake. And Trunks didn't think he could handle another rejection. No, he was sure he couldn't.
The teen's apprehensive eyes drew Gohan in and threatened to drown him. The older demi could clearly see his roommate's need reflected there, and he already knew he wouldn't bring himself to deny Trunks this time. The elder Son's last truly lucid thought, as he closed his eyes and pulled Trunks to him, was that he was in a hell of a lot of trouble. As he kissed the prince's forehead and cheeks before capturing his mouth, he knew he was giving Trunks everything that he wanted, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Somewhere inside he had a weakness for the boy sitting in front of him; and when that satisfied sigh escaped the teen's lips, Gohan's worst fears were confirmed. It was captivating.
Dende help him if Trunks ever found out.
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