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Servers rushed passed in black vests and skittering eyes to the balance of food on trays, but Gohan was quick on his feet, and had always managed not to disturb them as they filled the tables with pork and sizzling fish. The sunset was just now kissing the horizon line off the waters beyond CC and the party lights flickered and softened to a warm glow. Among the fray of family and friends he could see his father annoying Vegeta with his choice of meat for the cook out. It wouldn’t be a party without them bickering. “They just don’t let up, do they?”

He was no fool. He could smell him near. The warm breeze quickly lifted lavender shampoo and enticed his saiyan senses. The hairs on his skin bristled at their closeness. It could be no one but Trunks. Trunks Briefs…the one who stayed. The one who forever haunted his steps. A raspy chuckle struck his belly and wrestled his nerves. “of course not. Wanna get out of here?”

That sounded more lime a pick up line than he wanted. “I mean-“

The Son smirked. “I know what you meant. Come on..” The prince blushed as his hand was laced in warm and they were moving. Through the tangle of their acquaintances. Pass embarrassed servants to his room. The door closed harder than he wanted…he hadn’t even got a chance to turn on the light.

The muffled sounds of the party were drowned by Gohan’s breathing. Eclipsed by the shuffling of their feet. Purple locks cascaded as his back met the door frame and he shuddered. A nose brushed against his own and their collective whimpers vibrated in the dark. “G-Gohan…”

Gohan inhaled deeply on instinct. Trunks had a way of making him…lose control. It was maddening…but it felt so right. Between them.. Was this…need…he hadn’t understood it when he was younger…but now…

Pale fingers skirted up over tanned hipbones and the older demi bucked into his hovering form. Dull nails scrapped down his sides and began tugging his slacks down. Brown eyes glittered in the shifting shadows. He heard his name uttered brokenly as he unclasped the front of black jeans.

He slid a hand around the older warrior's neck and tugged him forward. Pants dropped as lips touched and pleadish weak moans escaped between them. It wasn’t just that this was what they needed…it was overdue. Desperate. He bit at tanned lips as they fell back onto the bed and held tanned hips down into his lap. “Ugh…y…yess-“

Trunks gasped against the pale of his neck as their tension brushed and bumped against each other. He was losing his will to keep quiet. Their hips rocked rigidly and the older saiyan sat up sharply and cursed. “S-Shit Gohan-w-wait…”

Gohan hissed at the pressure and held him tightly. “R-Right…sorry…I..”

Trunks swallowed. “Me too…but not like this…” He laid forward against a pale chest and let go a heavy breath. “What are we doing kid…”

Gohan scoffed. “I think you mean what we aren’t doing. We are being honest.”

“I don’t want our first time to be at my moms with our family outside…”

“I know…but Trunks- ”

The door to the room was flung open and in came their fathers and their bickering. With a point if a finger Vegeta snarled. “This! This is how we settle this, baka! And once we do I don’t want to hear your bitching!”

Goku frowned. “Fine! Don’t be a sore loser when me and Gohan win!”

Gohan whimpered. “This is t what it looks like!!”

Vegeta smirked. “Looks like you two are sparring…that is what's going on here…right boy?”

Trunks blushed. “Uhh yes sir!! It was just hot so we took our pants off…right!”

“Well put them on and run ten laps around the building now! You’re entering this human contest to prove that I am the superior fighter!”

Gohan blinked. “What?”

In gloved hands was a flyer for a body building competition. Gohan figured his father picked it because the World Martial arts competition was a year away. He had the good grave to look down at Trunk's rock hard abs and whimper.

The contest was a week away.