Coming Home To A New Begininng
by DragonAceSg7     More by this Writer
This is a story of Trunks and Gohan at college. A post party kiss leads Trunks to wonder if maybe they should try and be more.

Author’s Notes: First, a huge thank you to Lord Truhan for his patience in helping me get this fic written from providing suggestions to its content, to helping me when I was stuck and waiting so long for the result. I really couldn’t have done this without you!

Second, this work was inspired in part by art work posted on this site. Specifically the one at the bottom. This was one of the images Truhan linked me to for inspiration. I hope I do the image justice.

Both characters are over eighteen. Trunks is seeking his Bachelor’s Degree and Gohan is going for his Master’s.

Three weeks.


It had been three long weeks since Trunks left on a family emergency. Gohan was going out of his mind with worry and longing.


What made matters worse was, in the days leading up to Trunks leaving, Gohan got so absorbed in his studies he’d barely said a word to the lavender haired man.


The Master’s student looked over at the empty bed on the other side of the room. Another sigh slipped his lips and he, reluctantly, turned his attention back to his studies.


***

Trunks could have cheered when he finally got off the train. Damn it was good to be back. Okay, so he still had to drive back to campus, but at least he wasn’t on the shaky train anymore.


As the lavender haired young man walked to the long-term park lot he couldn’t help but be thinking about Gohan.


He’d missed him so much. He wished his friend could have been with, especially at the start since that was the most stressful with what was going on.


Gohan.

His friend.

His best friend.

His best friend turned kinda boyfriend.


The long train ride back had given him a lot of time to think about the little things that had happened but they’d yet to talk about. The little touches that had gone passed being brotherly or friendly. He’d seen the way Gohan looked at him when the other didn’t know he knew.


Then there were the more obvious things. Like the kiss they’d shared after that party. It would have been easy to blame it on the alcohol, only neither of them drank.


Trunks and Gohan had been walking home from the party. Gohan had jumped aside to avoid a half-drunk skateboarder right into Trunks’s chest. Trunks couldn’t remember how it happened but the next thing he knew, he and Gohan had been kissing like their lives depended on it. It had been clumsy, awkward but so passionate. They ended up with Gohan’s back against a tree with Trunks pressing over him. They’d not done any more than kiss but it had been amazing. When they both felt the others growing erection, they had jumped apart.


Neither one could say anything. The rest of the walk back had been swift. Instead of continuing, or even talking about it, somehow the mention of early starts had them both swiftly in their own beds.


Trunks had not only been confused but still turned on and, as his mind replayed the kiss and added memories of touching Gohan from training and things, he became so painfully aroused that he nearly bit through his lip when he finally used his hand to relieve the pressure while his roommate had been asleep. The young man had never experienced an orgasm so hard before in his life.


It could have made the next morning awkward but, for Trunks, it made the whole situation make more sense. He had tried to convey that to Gohan through his actions. More intentional touches that would be out of place had they just been friends along with Trunks declining a classmates movie marathon offer to stay in the room while the other studied.


Right before those busy days before he left, he felt like Gohan finally got it.


The darker haired boy had started making touches of his own. One night while they were both reading Gohan had moved from his desk to lounge on Trunks’s bed. Not overly unusual since Trunks’s bed didn’t get the glare from the evening sun and he’d done it dozens of times before. What was different was, instead of sitting at the end of the bed like usual, Gohan laid down with his head on Trunks’s thigh right near his knee. He’d gone right back to reading as if he belonged there.


Trunks didn’t say anything but a few times he reached down without looking to put his hand in Gohan’s darker, softer hair.


Little things like that had become quickly almost routine in their frequency but then they got busy and then Trunks was on a train for home.


Now the lavender haired boy was finally headed back to school with this huge need to say something. He had to make himself focus on the drive instead of worrying over what the older man would say.


***

Gohan was sitting on his own bed, completely lost in a four hundred-page novel for one of his history classes when Trunks got home. The younger man opened the door quietly and smiled to himself when he noticed that his roommate was too lost in his studies to hear him.


After spending an extra twenty minutes in the car once he’d parked, Trunks had decided just to show rather than say and it would be easier to get Gohan’s attention without having to do the whole ‘welcome home’ bit.


Gohan barely registered the feel of the mattress dipping behind him when very strong hands slid over his shoulders and down his shirt. He gasped and in that moment eager lips were covering his own open ones. “Trunks,” Gohan whispered in a moan against the younger man’s lips.


Trunks smiled and kissed Gohan harder. The book the dark haired man had been reading slid from his lap to the floor as he reached up to hold onto Trunks.


What happened next happened almost too fast to register. Trunks got Gohan’s shirt and pants undone as they continued to kiss. The dark haired student was blushing across his cheeks as Trunk’s drew moans from deep in his throat.


Gohan had never felt like this before. Trunks’s strong hands on his erection was the best thing he’d ever experienced.


Trunks put his foot on the bed so Gohan could lean back. He was so hard in his own jeans but wanted his friend to feel as good as he had the one night he’d pleasured himself after their first kiss. He could feel Gohan gripping his coat harder, trying to warn him. With a smile the lavender haired young man whispered, “it’s okay, Gohan, I want you too.”


With a held breath and then a half strangled cry Gohan released over his stomach and Trunks’s hand. It was the most pleasure he’d ever felt, more than he’d ever dreamed he could feel.


Gohan collapsed against Trunks. He was panting hard, feeling as if he’d just run eight miles. “Why?” was all he managed to whisper as he got his eyes open.


Trunks smiled at Gohan, “because I like you, silly.”


Gohan smiled a little lopsided and whispered, “oh.” He took a few more breaths, “does this mean we’re dating?”


“Does if you want it to,” Trunks whispered, a tiny bit afraid Gohan would have second thoughts.


It was Gohan’s turn to laugh a little, “of course I do, silly.”


Trunks grinned and leaned in for another kiss. Gohan returned the kiss and more.


Gohan’s history book didn’t get picked up until sometime the next day.

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