The Nicest Birthday Gift

“Well, everyone’s favourite part is unwrapping the present…” With a slowness that made Trunks want to die, Gohan reached forwards and carefully took one loose end of the soggy bow that had been tied right near the tip, and pulled. The bow came undone, and the older proceeded to remove the ribbon by nanometres, never actually touching the prize underneath. Trunks hated it. Hated being teased. Hated the fact that he spent the whole time it was happening hoping Gohan would just touch him, just for an instant. Hated the fact that Gohan didn’t. And then, hated that he made that little whiney noise when it was over.

“It’s okay, Trunks.” A pat on his thigh. “I won’t let you get cold.” Now that he as over his suspicion, Gohan was rather obviously enjoying this.