Blame It On The Hormones
Somewhere between the shirt being removed and the pants, Vegeta pushed him off again and Goku grabbed the smaller Saiyan by the waist, rolled onto his back so they were at least still touching (and Vegeta had this image of comfort because he was on top.)
"Wait..." Vegeta said--his lips were swollen from the kissing. It was a nice look.
"The namek's asexual."
This is what interrupted him? Piccolo?
"And?" he asked. Shifted under Vegeta and inched him down off his stomach just enough that he had something pressing against his erection now and he could focus (well, focus more than before. He wasn't focusing on anything with any particular energy.)
"There's nothing to stick it in," Vegeta said, leaned down (because this proved the point) and looked at him like the answer he gave to this question was the single most important thing he would ever say.
The answer, of course, was obvious. "He has a mouth, Vegeta."
He attributed the fact that he got Piccolo to do anything with him to his endless charms. His stunning good looks, his adorableness (and lack of judgment on the part of the namek.)
Vegeta sat up straight (which rubbed him very nicely) and looked almost disgusted by that answer. He considered it, sat very still and his hands were just there, resting on Goku's stomach. It was a very long and boring moment while he waited for Vegeta to decide whether or not he was going to get angry again. In the end, a grin broke out on the Prince's face.
"How'd you get him to... Was he any good?"
It must be in the genetics, that question. Hadn't Trunks asked him something like that before?
"He swallowed," is the answer he gave Vegeta, which earned him another lecherous grin. Things like that he didn't understand. Other people with their supposedly adult-thinking grinned at him when he mentioned the face that yes he had gotten laid--several times in various different ways--and asked him all sorts of questions about it. And then they grinned bigger and mumbled things about how it was so...dirty? indecent? Wrong?
Why did they ask these questions if they didn't want the answers?
"Trunks is back," Vegeta said. He turned, and sure enough there appeared Trunks again sinking down to the ground with this look of disbelief on his face. The bite mark on his shoulder was clean now though, so he had to have at least gone back to the lake.
"Oh good," Goku said, sat up and that pushed Vegeta back against his erection nicely but he didn't groan or anything because that would make Trunks leave.
"Hey," he said to Trunks as he was glared at from a distance.
"Do you still have that lube in your pocket?"
Vegeta punched him.
"What?" he asked.
"You know, you weren't actually supposed to start fucking when I left," Trunks said. "You were supposed to realize that what you were doing was wrong and NOT DO IT."
Oh.
"Well we haven't yet," Goku said, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and thought mournfully that if Vegeta didn't stop punching him in the jaw he was going to have to fight the little bastard and he didn't want to fight.
"You aren't supposed to at all."
Vegeta still had not moved from his place, all would note, and Goku wasn't sure if that was because of the fact that he was missing clothes and it was more than a little obvious that the Prince liked being on Goku's lap or if it was because he was comfortable where he was.
"Hey, I asked you if you wanted to join," Goku said, and grabbed Vegeta's hands before he could even think of punching him again. But Vegeta didn't look overly interested in hitting him for that statement, he just shifted against his lap and continued to look at his son with a slightly bored glare.
"He's my father," Trunks snapped.
"Ok," Goku said, "Could I have the lube anyway please?"
He really needed to start bringing his own with him wherever he went, but he didn't have any pockets and he would have to carry it in his hand and then everyone would ask him why and it would just turn into a walking porn show. (Not that that would be bad or anything.)
"Do you have any concept of appropriate behavior?" Vegeta asked him.
Goku gave him a blank look.
"You're grinding against my stomach in the presence of your only son and you're asking me if I know how to behave?"
Then he flashed a grin as the only warning before he shoved Vegeta back onto his back and raked his hands down his skin to his ass, dug his fingers in there and lifted his hips off the ground, rubbed them together and bent his back so he could suck on his chest, hard and fast so there was a big wet red mark left on his skin. Vegeta beat at his back and bit his lip as he continued to rub their hips together until he felt that his point had been made and then he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at his (now completely irate) fellow Saiyan.
"Was that better behavior?"
"This is so wrong," Trunks mumbled. But one would note that he had moved closer now. He had a sort of flabbergasted look on his face. His feet inched forward even as he ran his hand through his hair and mumbled to himself about how unbelievable it all was.
Goku waited very patiently until the leg was close enough for him to grab and then he did so, grabbed Trunks and watched him fall on his back in the dirt, dragged him over so he was laying close to Vegeta (but not touching since both of them seemed skittish about this 'related' nonsense.) He kept one hand on Vegeta's chest and leaned over Trunks, kissed him faster than he could object and slid his hand into his pocket, grabbed the lube, pulled it out, and felt Trunks mouth opening under his. He still tasted very good.
Then, of course, memory caught up with thought and he was shoved back, Trunks looked at him with big wide eyes and looked at his father desperately, but Vegeta was pointedly not looking at Trunks.
"Aw--come on guys. It'd be fun."
Look at that, both of them glared at him with nearly the same expression (except Trunks was much paler than his father) and shouted: "FUN?!" at the same time like it was a bad thing to have sex and have fun doing it. Sheesh, either he'd been doing it wrong or they were.
"Sure," he said soothingly, "You won't even have to touch or anything, I'll be in the middle the whole time."
Either they were communicating mentally about how best to kill him or they were considering it. He took advantage of this time of consideration to shift enough so he could touch them both without having his body twisted all weird, and he watched them deliberating. Trunks looked at Vegeta, Vegeta glared at him.
"I'm on top," Vegeta said. (And they were all shocked. Honest.)
Trunks got a very nasty little grin on his face and ran his hand through his hair. It was the sort of expression he got on his face when he realized he was gaining another power level, the heady sort of 'here it goes' excitement that was almost impossible to ignore. Sure he was a gentle sort of person that loved to watch widdle birdies hatch out of their shells, but he liked to kick people around too.
"Good," he said, kissed Vegeta again, gave him the lube and jumped onto of Trunks before the boy could decide different.
"No biting," Vegeta said.
He would have responded but his mouth was busy with Trunks' mouth. His hands were busy with Trunks' pants and the rest of him was preoccupied with the mental images of the pair that were right here with him. Each of them getting out of their pants. This had to be one of his crowning achievements.
Vegeta (now naked) moved behind him, grabbed the cuffs of his pants and yanked really fast, thusly making him naked (and chapping his waist where the pants had once been.) Trunks grunted when he collapsed on him, but the boy was mostly saiyan, a little weight wasn't going to hurt him. Goku shoved Trunks' pants off the rest of the way and pushed himself up enough to take the lube back away from Vegeta (who was opening it as they spoke.)
He who takes a long time goes last.
And seeing how he and Trunks had just done this not but like an hour or two ago the preparation parts took very little time, he handed the lube back to Vegeta and looked over his shoulder expectantly.
"Its a lot harder to do when your that far away..."
He couldn't be sure but he thought Vegeta mumbled something like you would know. Which he ignored. Turned his attention down to Trunks and kissed him again, felt the pale legs part around him and draw up, bend at the knee and his hand lifted his hips up, pressed against him until he felt the slick entrance to his body and he pushed in.
Vegeta ran his hand down his back, and Goku stilled, Trunks whimpered--so he kissed him--and Vegeta spread the lube against him, pressed his thumb in (but that was all) and moved his hips around so they were where HE wanted them before he thrust in with one quick stroke and Goku yelped (not all in shock) and drove deeper inside of Trunks, which in turn made him yelp and Vegeta smirked (Goku could hear it) behind him.
"Can't breath," Trunks muttered, and Goku propped himself up on his elbows so they could both breath. Then Vegeta started to move (he was never the patient sort) and Goku picked up the rhythm, thrust into Trunks when Vegeta moved in him. He saw his hair slowly melting down against his face, heavy with sweat and dirt, and Trunks' hands were on his back, clawing into his skin as he rolled his hips back and arched his back. His hair was tangled in the dirt and grass under them and he was making those beautiful little noises of his again. Whimpers and 'un' noises and groans.
Of course, there was that and the chorus of Vegeta's voice behind. The feral gravelly voice and the way he ran his hands down his spine and pressed his thumb against the scar on his lower back until Goku couldn't even breath anymore, the slick hardness that thrust into him until he could feel it in his stomach and it was getting harder to move as he shook, trapped between the two of them and aware of just how hot it was here. Trunks scratched at him and wanted more and Vegeta pounded into him deeper and growled for more.
Trunks ran out of breath first and he dragged Goku down, kissed him all wet and sloppy (and the change of angle this made for Vegeta thrusting into him in turn made Goku all out of breath and his whole body went all taut as he slammed into Trunks a final time and filled him, felt the same wetness against his waist.) Then he tilted his head to the side and licked his shoulder, made a noise in his throat that was like a growl and sank his teeth into his skin. (Which hurt, but okay--he did it to Trunks.)
Vegeta pulled him away and thrust against him until he finished (which made Goku whimper because it almost hurt to have each little thrust prolonging the orgasm) and then he (surprise) bit Goku too. On the opposite shoulder. Sucked on the wound until he was satisfied it was a large enough mark.
The satisfied Princes then collapsed, and looked at him with their nearly identical smirks.
"Ow," he murmured, ran his hands over the marks. But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasantly numbing throb that occupied his nether parts. It had been FOREVER since he actually felt all happy and sated.
"Wow guys!" He grabbed them and pulled them up to hug them and kissed their faces wherever he could reach. They squirmed, and he held them anyway.
"We've got to do this again!"
Vegeta grumbled. Trunks rolled his eyes. But Goku already knew that he'd won them over. He was just that good.
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Trunks: Smug are we?
Goku: not smug, optimistic and self-assured!
Vegeta: *one raised eyebrow* Riiiiight
Trunks: Smug bastard.
And THAT is THE END.
*mwhahahahaha* Fic in less than five chapters! Go me. Go me. Go me. *dances around*
