Cupid Strikes Again
by Shell     More by this Writer
A Valentine’s day story…

Author’s Notes: Takes place after Dragonball Z, assuming GT never took place (I mean, C’MON! They cut Vegeta’s hair, made Kuririn a goofy old man with a moustache, messed up Goten’s hair, and killed off my two favorite Bish-boys, Gokou and Juunanagou!!!!! ARRRGH! See what happens when Mr. Toriyama leaves the picture?!)

Trunks stared absently at the huge stack of papers on his desk. Brushing some hair out of his face, he sighed. Being president of Capsule Corporation was as much fun as a root canal. His new secretary, being the bumbling idiot she was, stood before him as she mindlessly babbled her weekly report.

“…stock’s down by four points. Uh, Mr. President, sir? Are you listening?”

“Uh,” Trunks fumbled with his words, adjusting his glasses. “Hai, Gomen, I was just… daydreaming, please, continue.”

God, he mentally cringed. Someone shut this harpy up. Why can’t anything exciting ever happen? It’s always wake up, work, listen to this nag, go home, sleep. Why can’t a plane crash through the roof and land on her head? Heh, heh… yeah, that’d shut her up. Or how about a terrorist attack? Oooo! Or how about a typhoon? Wait a minute–! We live inland! Arrrgh!

….I wonder what the weather is like at Papaya Island this time of year….

Realizing he was losing it, Trunks shook his head, waving a hand passively at his secretary. “You can go.”

“But sir, we’ve hardly begun discussing the stock exchange program from last week’s mee–”

“Did I stutter? I said you could go.”

The woman gave Trunks a weak smile, a slight bow, and was out the door. Trunks gave a sigh of relief as silence filled the mess that was his office. Suddenly, something golden in his inbox caught his eye. Trunks stood from his chair and took the strange object into his hands.

It was some sort of paper with engraved writing… a card? Opening it up, his mouth dropped and he suppressed the urge to laugh. It was a Valentine’s Day card! Trunks glanced at his calendar; it was January 3rd. Who would send a Valentine so early in the year? The demi-Saiyajin studied the signature at the bottom: “Anonymous”.

“‘Anonymous?'” thought Trunks. Who the hell–? But what really caught his attention was the strange message. Trunks did a double take as he read the inscription–this was no ordinary Valentine. It read: “On Valentine’s Day you shall be buried deep inside of me.”

Trunks’s face turned many shades of red before settling on a dark shade of purple. “That’s… wow,” he coughed, trying desperately to regain his composure. Adjusting his tie, Trunks wondered when it had suddenly gotten so hot.

***

Days passed, and the Valentines poured in, all reading strange and cryptic messages like, “On the day of love’s awakening, we shall meet” and other such nonsense. Trunks would find them in the strangest places; in his shoe, his locker at school, his sock drawer… He thought maybe it was a joke at first, thinking maybe it was one of Bra’s or Pan’s sick jokes. After a while, they started turning up in the strangest places that no one could have ever possibly reached without getting past Trunks first.

Take the day when Gohan asked Trunks out to dinner, one night and he found one in his blazer. He hadn’t had anything to do that night. The new specs for the XL2057 model capsules could wait until tomorrow and he had no homework. Even if he did, Gohan would have been the one to turn to for help, anyway.

“Of course, this is just as friends,” Gohan winked. It was at that moment that Trunks grew very suspicious of his fellow demi-Saiyajin. He saw a glimmer in Gohan’s eyes that made him nervous.

Dinner that night went just fine. The two practically ate the place out of business and the cook himself came out and personally thanked them for their stay. Gohan and Trunks nearly growled at the waitress, however, when she told them that it was near closing time.

“Sir, we’re happy to have been of service to you tonight but we have to close sometime.”

It took all of their willpower to not turn SSJ then and there. Gohan merely slapped on his silly, goofy-ass mask and gave the waitress a cheesy grin. “Ja, it’s okay. You ready, Trunks?”

Trunks, who had his face buried in a bowl at the time, looked up just in time to have Gohan yank him from his chair. Wiping his rice-covered face off on his sleeve, Trunks furrowed his brow. “But, Gohan-san, we haven’t even started yet. And desert–”

“It’s okay, Trunks,” Gohan said, smiling. “I have some more places to take you.”

After many minutes of walking, the two finally stopped somewhere in downtown Central City. Trunks examined Gohan questioningly. “Uhm, Gohan-san? Isn’t this where all the bars and strip joints are?”

“Hai, I know the bartender here. We went to Orange Star High School together back in Satan City.”

Trunks swallowed hard. Didn’t Gohan know he was a minor? Not that it mattered, it wasn’t as if drinking was something new to him. Trunks stepped solemnly through the door as Gohan held it open. Upon entering, the smell of liquor and tobacco became so pungent that Trunks had to cover his nose with the cuff of his blazer.

“I know it smells bad, Trunks, but you get used to it.” Gohan offered him a seat at a table. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” The older Saiyajin returned sometime later with two tall glasses in his hands. “Amano up there and I had English class together. Don’t worry, I know you’re a minor so I didn’t get you anything too potent.”

Trunks stared blankly at the glass before him as Gohan took a seat. “What is this?”

“Something Amano used to mix up in the old days. Don’t worry, it’s good.”

“It’s… blue.”

“It’s good!” With one flail swoop, Gohan downed the liquid as if it were water. “Of course, being half Saiyajin has its advantages!”

The two went on like this the rest of the night. Neither got even close to drunk, even after Trunks took a liking to Amano’s “special drink”. They spent most of the time talking, occasionally the two would get up to mess around with the pool table or pinball machines, but they ultimately found themselves back at their table, enjoying more drinks.

After a while, Trunks became all too aware of Gohan. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he was so brilliant in everything he did. The way his hair….

Whoa there! thought Trunks. Down, boy! This is GOHAN-san we’re talking about. You’re best friend’s older brother. Besides, it’s just the alcohol talking. The fact that he was noticing another guy this way didn’t really bother him. Besides, it was only months ago that his best friend of eighteen years announced to the world that he was gay. Why should it bother him if he himself turned out the same way?

Because… he mentally grimaced. Your father would blow a head gasket.

Trunks’s father was very proud of his heritage and the fact that Trunks was the next heir to their lost empire. If I were gay, there wouldn’t be any descendants to carry on the name and the bloodline. Boy, wouldn’t that make Dad happy?

“….are you listening to me?”

Trunks shook his head. “Eh?”

“I asked you if you wanted more,” he said, pointing to the empty glass.

“Uhm, no thank you. I think I’m good for tonight.”

“Suit yourself,” Gohan shrugged his shoulders as he leapt up to get another refill. If he hadn’t known any better, Trunks might have thought Gohan on the verge of being plastered just by the way he walked.

The way he walked….

The way his legs gracefully, despite the burgeoning intoxication, swooshed back and forth, the muscles beneath those loose pants flexing… his muscles rippling… the strong cords of his neck twisting, his stalwart arms… broad shoulders….

Trunks slapped himself. What was he thinking? Feeling this way for Gohan…. It had to be the alcohol. It just had to be. Trunks sheepishly shoved his hands in his blazer, making them even sweatier than they had been. Upon doing so, his fingers brushed up against something oddly resembling paper. Pulling out the pocket’s contents, he gasped.

It was a Valentine. It read, “I will come to you on Valentine’s Day. Be ready.”

But… the only person he had been around all day long was Gohan. The other demi-Saiyajin was the only one who could have possibly slipped the Valentine inside his blazer. But surely, he couldn’t have gotten past Trunks’s defenses without him knowing, could he?

“…..got in your hand?”

Trunks nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice. He hadn’t even realized Gohan was back, in his seat, watching him with that trademark Son smile. “Hn? Oh! It’s a…. V-valentine….”

Gohan’s smiled widened. “Ooooo, Trunks-kun has a secret admirer!”

The purple-haired warrior winced, offering the card to his friend. “Do you know whom it could be from?”

Gohan studied the signature. “Nope, it’s probably a prank. I wouldn’t take it too seriously if I were you. Now are you going to stop daydreaming?”

“Oh, hai, I’m sorry. It’s just been so hectic lately… school and work and all. Plus, my mom’s an absolute bitch.” Trunks sighed, shoving the Valentine in his blazer and throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. If Gohan was the sender, he sure was doing a good job at bluffing it. “It’s getting to me.”

Gohan tapped the side of his glass with a finger, gazing at the other demi-Saiyajin. “Don’t let it do that, bud. The real world sucks. Believe me, I know. Ever since I gave up my father’s ideals and took that stroll down Reality Lane, it’s been pure hell.”

“Yeah,” Trunks grunted. “But you have a happy family waiting for you at home. Me…. I’ve got nothing but a stack of papers this high waiting for me.”

Gohan traced the top edge of his glass with his lips. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he began, pausing to take a sip. “Trust me, Videl outweighs your mother in many departments.”

Trunks furrowed his brow. Someone worse than his own mother? “Gohan-san?”

“Hn?”

Trunks paused briefly before continuing. “Are you happy with Videl-san?”

The other seemed shocked at first, staring down the purple-haired saiyajin before clearing his throat. Gohan frowned. “You’re very perceptive, you know that?”

“Nani?”

“You know, I inherited more from my father than just his power,” Gohan began, sitting back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Trunks’s gaze. With a wave of his hand, Gohan slapped on his goofy grin that has been passed down in the Son family for many generations. If he hadn’t known any better, Trunks could have sworn he was staring into the face of his best friend, Goten. Is that how he does it? How he goes, day by day, seemingly oblivious to the pain the real world can cause?

“It helps, Trunks, you should try it. Smile more, you’ll feel better.”

He didn’t answer my question, Trunks thought, though it was probably for the best. He really didn’t want to pry into Gohan and Videl’s private affairs but something in Gohan’s voice had irked him. He suddenly felt as if he should do something.

“I’ll try,” he replied, forcing a smile for Gohan. “….I’ll try.”

***

It was past midnight when the two were finally able to pry themselves from the bar. Gohan’s speech had become rather slurred, and his posture slumped dramatically. Trunks grabbed the other demi-Saiyajin’s arm, throwing it over his shoulder and totting him along.

“Hey, Trunks-kun….”

“Nani?”

A long pause ensued as the two hobbled along the dark streets, the lights overhead making their shadows dance eerily along the sidewalk. Trunks focused on them, scowling. He thanked God for all those times his father had drilled in to him the effect drugs and alcohol had on his training and his body. Silently, Trunks wondered if Gohan had ever received the same talk from his own father. They were practically athletes, anyway.

Nah… Trunks thought. Gokou’s so dense, he wouldn’t even know how to spell the word alcohol let alone define its effects on the body.

“Hey, Trunks-kun?”

Trunks growled. “I said, what?!”

“…..”

Man, I hate drunk people. “Hey, you’re not going to ralph on me, are you?”

By the time they reached Gohan’s car, the older Saiyajin answered. “No, I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Well, whatever it is, tell me inside the car. But first, give me your keys. You’re in no condition to drive.”

Gohan dug around in his pocket. Smiling satisfyingly as he finally found what he was looking for, he tossed his keys to Trunks who unlocked the doors and helped him inside. Trunks almost whimpered at the lost of contact, wishing he could have walked Gohan home…. with his arm around him….

Trunks blinked, shaking his head. Calm down… you obviously had too much to drink tonight. He winced, coming to another frightening realization as he started the car and headed toward Capsule Corp. But… if that were true, you wouldn’t be driving at all then, would you?

“Eh, what was it you wanted to tell me again, Gohan-san?” He said, realizing that his friend had becoming remarkably quiet. Gohan lay limp in his seat, practically falling asleep. Oh God… look at him… he’s so cute like that. Trunks swallowed hard. It’s now or never, Trunks…

He reached out with his hand and lightly brushed Gohan’s arm with his fingertips. “Gohan… Can you… put your arm around me again?”

The loopy-headed Saiyajin smiled goofily, then his face hardened, his piercing gaze burning straight through Trunks. “Trunks…”

“Please, Gohan?”

Trunks had pulled the car over into a dark alley before Gohan even realized it, grasping tightly onto the other’s strong arms, tugging fiercely. “Gohan,” he whimpered, on the verge of tears. Someone had to be sending those Valentines… and if it wasn’t Gohan, then why would he ask me out tonight coincidentally the night before Valentine’s Day? And where would that Valentine in my blazer have come from if it wasn’t him?

“Please?”

Now or never…

Gohan, trying to steady the swirling double-corkscrew loops his mind was taking at the moment, relaxed every muscle in his body and smiled. And it wasn’t that goofy I’m-hiding-my-misery-from-the-rest-of-the-world-and-you-don’t-know-it smile. It was genuine this time. Trunks thought it was the alcohol again, but quickly changed his mind when Gohan complied with his wishes, throwing a strong arm around the smaller Saiyajin.

Trunks widened his eyes before finally relaxing in his grasp. A light blush came to his cheeks and for a second he thought he might pass out. What’s this… this feeling I get from him? thought Trunks as he brought his own arms around Gohan. I feel… I feel… safe. That’s it, safe.

Trunks lowered his head to Gohan’s chest, sighing deeply, relishing the feel of Gohan’s strong arms as they held each other tightly. He could feel Gohan’s breath gently stir his purple strands of hair, sending a chill down his body. Gohan lowered his cheek to Trunks’s ear, where he whispered, “I know who’s been sending those Valentines.”

Gasping, Trunks pulled back slightly to gaze into Gohan’s dark eyes as they sparkled. “And that’s why,” Gohan whispered, coming closer, his lips only inches away from Trunks’s own. “That’s why I have to do this.”

Now…

Before Trunks could form any coherent thought, his world melted around him. Gohan was his world now. It took many moments and a lot of coaxing on Gohan’s behalf before Trunks kissed him back, raking his nails across Gohan’s back, pulling him inward, trying desperately to deepen the kiss. Gohan did the same, until the kiss became almost bruising, their tongues intertwining with heat as their breathing became labored. Trunks pulled back slightly, gasping for breath before diving back into the mind-blowing kiss, forcing his tongue as deep down Gohan’s throat as it would go, making the other moan loudly.

Gohan’s hands fumbled with Trunks’s blazer, throwing it aside. They then found their way up his shirt, where his warm palms played expertly with the muscles of Trunks’s back. Trunks gasped at the feel through their kiss, making him arch his back, deepening the kiss further.

Gohan pulled the boy into the backseat, where they could more freely explore each other. Yanking Trunks out of his shirt, Gohan’s lips traced a path of warm wetness down Trunks’s neck, stopping at his shoulder. He gazed into Trunks’s eyes, his breath heavy with alcohol and desire. “Trunks… ” he gasped, pulling the other tightly against his sweating form. “… if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”

Trunks thought for a moment the best he could, trying to search somewhere deep down inside of him, trying to find any reason in the world why their lovemaking would ever be considered wrong. His desire took over, and he found none. “I want it, Gohan. Please, I need this more than anything, I need you.”

Now!

Gohan struggled with his own shirt, tossing it to the front seat. He left his pants intact, bringing his strong hands down on Trunks to pin him down tightly. Trunks marvelled at the feel of his strong, broad chest that pressed against his smaller frame. Gohan ground his hungry body into the other, ringing a quiet gasp from Trunks as he did. Trunks could do nothing but close his eyes tightly, his mouth open in a silent scream, as Gohan buried his face in Trunks’s shoulder, his hips grinding into the smaller body. Gohan stopped abruptly, forcing Trunks on his back, his strong hands running down the purple-haired one’s sculpted frame, and stopping at the waistband of his pants. He fingered them, using his other hand to not-to-gently squeeze Trunks’s ass as his lips sealed his partner’s in a searing kiss.

Trunks bucked his hips slightly, wanting, begging for more intimate contact. “Oh God… Gohan…G-Gohan…” He panted, digging his hands into Gohan’s unruly hair as the larger Saiyajin licked his lips before continuing. Before Trunks could even realize it, his pants were off, splayed across the front seat.

“Gohan,” he began, choking between gasps for air. “I’ve.. I’ve never d-done this before.” Trunks was on the verge of tears.

Gohan lowered his lips to his eyes, closing them with gentle kisses, and breathed lightly across his ear. “Then, I’ll only do what you ask me to. You’re in charge, Trunks.”

Gohan’s hands found their way towards Trunks’s length, taking it’s mass in his grasp, then releasing it gently. Trunks trembled at the touch, feeling his whole world turn upside down at the touch. “Oh God, oh God…”

“You like that?” Gohan cooed, performing this action many times, just short of Trunks reaching his climax. “I think you do.”

Trunks ignored the fragrant odor of alcohol on the other’s lips as he spoke, and gripped Gohan’s shoulders tightly, trying to bring his body down on him. But Gohan wouldn’t budge. “Ah, ah, ah… you have to tell me. Tell me, Trunks. What is it you want me to do?”

Trunks bit his lip, biting back tears as his mind tried to find something coherent to say. But all he could do it gasp and pant in his pleasure. “I.. I… Oh God…”

Gohan began kissing Trunks’s belly, his hands rubbing the insides of his thighs, completely ignoring his pulsating need. “Tell me.”

“Ah,” Trunks moaned. “Gohan… I–”

Gohan silenced him with his tongue, distracting him with an open-mouthed kiss as his fingertips playfully grazed the tip of his length. This caused Trunks to buck once more, pushing himself upward. He wanted… he wanted to tell him, to tell Gohan to go ahead and screw him like mad, but something was stopping him.

Now or never, Trunks!

“No,” the purple-haired one said under his breath but the other didn’t hear him. Gohan’s hands fumbled with his own belt, tossing his pants aside. Trunks tried to protest but was lost in his own dream-like state as he watched Gohan undress.

Trunks’s lust-filled eyes shot open wide as Gohan took his length into his mouth. He experimentally smoothed his tongue over the tip, eliciting a gasp from the demi-Saiyajin beneath. Using his hands to stimulate the base, he took him inside his mouth deeper, until the crown reached the back of his throat. It took all of Trunks’s control to keep steady as Gohan’s mouth worked on him. “Gohan… no…. ah… I… I’m gonna…”

Gohan took a moment to look up from his work, snaking his tongue out to lightly pet Trunks’s member before smiling. “Oooo, you like that?” Gohan blew gently on the wetness seeping out of the tip, causing goose bumps to break out on Trunks’s skin. Trunks held his partner’s head in his hands, urging him to continue but Gohan merely smiled. “I take that as a yes.”

Trunks shot him a weak grin, lifting his head shakily. “Dammit, just get me off… please….”

“Oh?” he said. “Wouldn’t you like that?” Gohan wrapped his tongue around Trunks’s, then thrusted it inside where their organs battled for control. Gohan’s aching need rubbed against Trunks’s sending his already drunken mind into a frenzy of pleasure. Trunks tried to sit up, to dominate the situation, to have it like he wanted, but Gohan held him down. “Lie, stay there.”

Trunks frowned as he saw what Gohan intended to do as he positioned himself above Trunks’s juice-filled length. “Are you sure?”

His answer came as a smile. “I’m positive.” Gohan lifted a few of Trunks’s fingers to his hot and waiting mouth, where he took them in and coated them with wetness. He then lowered his hand to his entrance, pushing Trunks’s fingers in gently, trying to find a certain something that would send his mind reeling. He found it and Gohan began to thrust himself downward onto Trunks’s hand, sweat dripping down his brow. Trunks removed his fingers with a cry of protest on Gohan’s part.

Gathering himself together, Gohan guided himself over top of the lust-filled teen’s bulging member. He lowered himself rather forcefully, biting his lip as he buried Trunks deep inside of him with one flail thrust. He whimpered in pain, already feeling the wet, sticky blood trail down his leg along with Trunks’s pre-cum. Trunks allowed the demi-Saiyajin on top of him to adjust but giving him those precious moments to gather himself were quite possibly the hardest thing he had ever had to do in his entire life. The tightness around his length was like nothing he’d ever experienced before and it was pure torture. Just the feel of those inner walls alone, tightening and stretching at the same time, made his world a blur of dizzying ecstasy.

And then Gohan began to move. Trunks’s jaw dropped at the sensation, quiet gasps and moans escaping his lips as Gohan slid his tight heat around the body beneath. They moved like they were in a dream; Gohan was so slow, it was like some sort of ancient Chinese torture that’d drive you insane before it ultimately killed you. Trunks didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to hurt his partner but the fact that he was being so commanding in the act brought out some sort of hidden desire he never knew he even possessed. Trunks choked back a grunt, his mouth working out words he was desperately trying to say but only succeeding in calling out Gohan’s name. Tears mixed with sweat, dripping down his face, his hair becoming sticky and plastered to his forehead.

Oh my God, thought Trunks. It’s so tight… Gohan lifted himself almost completely off of Trunks before slamming back onto him, making the smaller Saiyajin beneath him shudder with his oncoming climax.

Gohan all but screamed out Trunks’s name as he increased the pace, leaving the Saiyajin beneath him in pure awe at the wonder before him making him feel so good. His orgasm snuck up on him and devoured his senses, his body shaking heavily with satisfaction as he let out a scream. “Go… han… san!” His sticky cum spilt inside Gohan, oozing out his entrance and mixing with blood.

Gohan lowered himself to the other demi-Saiyajin’s chest. He kissed the skin beneath him before looking into Trunks’s eyes. Gohan smiled, brushing his hand over the younger one’s face and then easing him forward to place a sweet kiss on his forehead. Oh no, Trunks thought, noticing the pulsating heat pressed between them. I didn’t… I couldn’t get him to come. Oh God….

“Something wrong, Trunks?” Gohan asked tenderly, smoothing his hands over the wet skin of Trunks’s chest.

“I… I couldn’t make you… you know,” he whispered, fighting off the intense heat that found its way to his cheeks.

“Well, we’ll just have to take care of that, won’t we?”

Gohan flipped the young Saiyajin over, so that he was resting on his hands and knees. One hand found it’s way around Trunks’s member, while the other found his entrance and pumped fiercely. “Tell me, tell me what you want, Trunks,” he whispered into the boy’s ear, stopping his slow torture of Trunks so he could hear him beg.

The purple-haired warrior could feel his unsatisfied arousal jutting forth, begging for attention. He mentally cursed himself for not being able to overcome this obstacle. Just tell him, Trunks! Tell him you want to feel him inside you, to feel those strong hands around your need, to feel yourself inside of him….!

“Please,” he began, letting the flush of pink find his cheeks this time. “Please, Gohan-san…Please.”

Gohan complied, plunging deep into his depths, eliciting a cry from the smaller form beneath him. It was so painful; yet… so pleasurable at the same time, even as warm, sticky blood found its way down his thighs. Trunks’s walls just weren’t used to this kind of beautiful agony inside of him. They stayed like this for some time, unmoving, as Gohan allowed the small body beneath him to adjust to his size. Trunks whined, hot tears spilling down his face. “Gohan-san,” he squealed desperately, trying to move under the heavy weight on top of him.

Gohan lightly kissed his back, licking up the sweat before saying, “You’re ready, then?”

Trunk could do nothing but whimper, sobbing loudly in his pain and pleasure. “Y-yes.” The body above him began to slide away from him, and Trunks bit his lip in anticipation of what was to come. Gohan thrust back into him, burying his need into the tight muscle, primal instinct taking over as he dominated the boy under him.

Trunks tried to push backward to meet Gohan’s thrusts but the bigger one had his hands holding his hips in place. He was utterly powerless as Gohan rammed into him, trying desperately to ease the tension building in his engorged length.

Tears streamed down Trunks’s face from the sheer joy of what he was experiencing, and grunted in protest when Gohan forced his head down into the backseat with his arm, allowing him easier and more complete entrance into Trunks’s tight rear. Trunks tried to scramble back onto his elbows but failed as Gohan plummeted into him with a force unlike anything he had ever felt.

It was that moment that Gohan’s hands found their way to Trunks’s arousal, pumping slowly over the inflamed skin. Trunks came in no time, his juices spilling out all over Gohan’s hands and the backseat. Seeing him like this, Gohan pushed harder than ever before, bruising the boy beneath him as he gave one final thrust. With a rush of warmth he came, releasing his cum deep inside the body under him, the sticky substance spilling out and down Trunks’s leg. He gave a few more thrusts, pumping his satisfied length a few more times in the slippery wetness of his insides.

Trunks lay slack, his forehead pressed against the fabric of the backseat. He breathed heavily, his breath becoming even more labored as Gohan nearly passed out on top of him. He managed to roll over, to look into Gohan’s ebony gaze, drinking up those beautiful pools of darkness and becoming drunk on them. “Gohan-san.”

Gohan blinked slowly, his eyes becoming sleepy. “Wow,” he chuckled, glancing around himself to see the effect of their lovemaking. “We made a mess.”

Trunks suddenly became all too aware of the sticky wetness of the cushions beneath him, of the sweat that still dripped off his hair, and of the slippery cum lubricating their bodies. “Yeah,” he blushed.

Lifting a wet finger to his mouth, Gohan licked what he assumed were Trunks’s juices, snaking his tongue around the digit before licking his lips. “Yum.” He lightly brushed his lips across Trunks’s, easing the younger one’s mouth open with his tongue. They parted after the sweet, innocent kiss, and Trunks lowered his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Trunks-kun?”

“I…” Trunks began, biting back tears. “I don’t think I can move.”

Gohan grinned mischievously, resting his head against Trunks’s chest. “That’s okay; I don’t think I can, either.”

“No,” he whined. “I mean, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit down again.”

The dark-haired one blinked questioningly. He smoothed a hand over Trunks’s thighs, petting the muscle gently before laying a gentle kiss on Trunks’s forehead. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

No…. thought Trunks. I liked it. It was a good kind of pain, Gohan-san. God, how do I tell you this…. this emotion? How do I tell you the pure wonder I have just experienced?

“It’s okay,” he whispered hoarsely, resting his cheek in Gohan’s hair. “It’s okay.” Taking a few moments to absorb the events from tonight, his mind ultimately drifted back to the mysterious card in his blazer.

“I will come to you on Valentine’s Day, be ready.”

Sighing, Trunks tightened his grip around the body above him. “Thank you for the Valentines, Gohan-san.”

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