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Gohan’s hands shook as he rested them on Trunks’s back. “S-so it's a free one night stay,” he stammered, doing his best to stay professional. “I didn't know the resort was doing that.”

Trunks shifted on the massage bed. “I won it. There was some kind of contest on the radio station Mom likes, and when I heard it was for the hot springs resort you work at, I had to enter.”

“Oh?” Gohan pushed his thumbs into Trunks’s shoulders. “You just had to, huh?”

Trunks didn't answer, just groaned. Gohan struggled to keep a straight face. He'd been quietly in love with the boy from the future for years, and when he came back again he'd immediately chickened out and run off to get a job as far away from Capsule Corp as possible. But apparently, that wouldn’t save him, because Trunks instead came out specifically to see him. This was going to end poorly.

A thick silence settled over them, awkward on Gohan’s end. He continued working the knots out of Trunks’s shoulders and upper back, slowly making his way down his body. He tried to keep himself in a professional mindset, but it was difficult. Trunks kept moaning quietly whenever Gohan did anything...and he was completely buck-ass naked. Gohan kept his eyes on his hands--if he looked anywhere else, he was going to get either an aneurism or an erection, and neither would be good for keeping his position.

“You’re really good at this,” Trunks mumbled. He sounded hoarse. Gohan bit his lip.

“Well, you know. I’ve had a lot of practise.”

Trunks rolled his head around to look at him. “I’ll bet. You’re so strong, and handsome, and you’re good at what you do...I bet there’s people throwing themselves at you left and right.”

They were still talking about massages, right? “I-I--no, that’s not true.”

“But you're so good at it.” Trunks wriggled under his hands. “I haven't felt this good in a long time…”

Was he really going there? Gohan moved his hands farther down Trunks’s back. “Well, maybe we should see each other more often, then.” His thumbs dug into a knot of muscle and Trunks moaned. “You're so tight...does this feel good, Trunks?” Two could play at this game.

Trunks flushed. “Gohan...I…” He squirmed again and Gohan’s hands moved to steady his hips.

“Hey, now. Don’t move. Let me take care of you.” Gohan’s hands rubbed over the spot where Trunks’s tail used to be and Trunks jolted. “Oh.” He immediately snatched his hands away. “Sorry, was that bad? Did that hurt?”

“N-no.” Trunks sounded dazed. “I--keep going, it’s fine.”

“If you’re sure.” Gohan returned to his work, wondering what had just happened.

~~~

Trunks contemplated drowning himself before Gohan got to the spring. After embarrassing himself at the massage today (why had he thought innuendos were a good idea, he should’ve known Gohan would give just as good as he got), he'd been stupid enough to ask Gohan to join him for a soak in the resort’s hot springs after his shift. And Gohan had accepted. He’d planned on using it as a way to show Gohan he loved him but what if Gohan didn’t feel the same and--

“Hey.”

Trunks started, splashing water everywhere. Gohan laughed, a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else, and stepped into the water. “Where’s your head at?” he chided. “The Trunks I know would never be snuck up on by someone not even suppressing his energy.” He sat down a few feet away from Trunks, just out of arm’s reach.

Well, it was now or never--he’d never get a better chance than this. Trunks rose out of the water to move towards Gohan. Gohan shied away, giving Trunks a quick once-over as he did. “T-Trunks, you’re naked.” Trunks didn’t say anything, instead grabbing Gohan by the shoulders and settling in his lap. “Wh-what are you--” Trunks leaned forward and brushed their lips together. “Fuck it,” he felt Gohan mumble against him, and then they pressed together in their first real kiss. It was searing and passionate and Trunks’s fingers buried themselves in Gohan’s hair as Gohan’s hands slid down to his hips.

Gohan wrenched away, flushed and panting, leaning back against the side of the spring. “I didn’t--think--you’d feel the same way,” he panted, eyes half-closed and hazy. He moaned when Trunks shifted his hips forward and kissed him again. He’d wanted this for so long, and now that he knew Gohan wanted it too, he wasn’t going to waste any time.

“Trunks,” Gohan moaned, eyes shut and head back as Trunks kissed his neck. His hands fumbled with the towel, unwrapping it so they could press together for real, and their movements were slowed underwater but it felt so good, their hips rolling together and against each other. Trunks pressed his face into Gohan’s shoulder and cried out when he rubbed his thumb over the stump of his tail again, and suddenly everything went white and he dug his fingers into Gohan’s back and Gohan was gasping Trunks’s name as he came, too.

There was a long silence filled with nothing but lapping water and laboured breathing. “S-so…” Gohan started. “What do we do now?”

Trunks lazily rolled his head so his lips were by Gohan’s ear. “I have a few ideas.”