“Dad! Daddy! Where are you?” Gohan called. He knocked on his father’s bedroom door. No answer came, so he pressed his ear up against the door. He heard soft moaning noises, sighing, and a small shushing sound. Gohan moved away from the door. “Um, Dad? Where are you? Oh, never mind, I’ll find someone else.”
He walked away from the door and sighed. “Dad and Vegeta have been going at it for a few days now. I don’t think they’re buying me playing dumb. I wish they would come out so I wouldn’t have to buy food to replace what they take at night.” Gohan walked out the front door and was greeted by Trunks, who had just landed in his front yard.
“Hey, Gohan! I’m looking for my Dad! I haven’t seen him for…” Trunks held up his fingers, counting them. “One, two, three, four…five days! Do you know where he is?”
“Um, well…he’s with my Dad and, um…they’re busy.” Gohan mumbled as he blushed.
“Doing what? Training?” Trunks questioned.
“Um, no. They’re having sex.”
“Again? Didn’t they do that last week?”
“Yes, but they’re at it again. I was hoping they would be done by now because I wanted to train in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Hey, we could train together!”
“Good idea. I wanted to train anyway. Let’s go!”
Gohan and Trunks took off into the air. A few minutes later they landed outside of Dende’s place. “Hey, Dende! We’re going to use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber! Thanks!” Gohan shouted and then dragged Trunks inside.
“Gohan! He might not have wanted us in here!”
“Too late! I’m hungry, let’s eat!” Gohan walked to the little ‘house’ and found the fridge. “Hey, ice cream! Trunks, there’s ice cream and whipped cream. Want some?”
“Sure.” Trunks said as he stood in the doorway.
Gohan scooped the frozen ice cream into two bowls. “Here. It’s good. Mr. Popo sure knows how to pick ice cream. Hang on, you have ice cream on your chin.”
Gohan reached up and licked the sticky substance off of Trunks’ chin. “Yummy. You taste good, Trunks.”
“Do I? I’d think you would taste better.” Trunks leaned down and kissed Gohan on the lips. “Yep. Just as I thought…sweet with a little spice.”
They continued to kiss as clothes went flying out the window, down the halls, and even into the cupboards.
“Gohan, why don’t we go into the bedroom?”
“No, Trunks, I want it here. NOW!”
Trunks smiled. He kissed Gohan’s neck and moved lower to his chest. “Mmmm, nipple.” (a/n: Sorry, I had to say that! My friend who wanted me to write this doesn’t like the word nipple. He, he, he…)
Gohan giggled. “Are they good?”
“I think we need whipped cream. What do you think?”
Gohan nodded and watched Trunks’ behind sway back and forth as he looked for the whipped cream.
“Gohan, where is it? I can’t find it!”
“It’s at the back of the second shelf.”
“Found it!”
Trunks held up his prize proudly with the V for victory sign. He walked over to Gohan and plopped (*PLOP!*) a good handful of the whipped cream onto his lover’s chest.
“Trunks! That’s cold!” he bellowed at the top of his his lungs.
Trunks smirked and smeared the cool substance around. “I know. Whipped cream’s best that way.” Trunks winked.
Gohan lay on the table as Trunks leaned over him with a smile. The lavender-haired man slowly licked up the other man’s chest. Gohan moaned at the pleasure. “That’s nice…don’t stop…ohhh!”
Trunks licked all the yummy (a/n: licks lips) whipped cream off. He reached for more, putting it on his fingers. “Gohan, this will be cold but trust me, you’ll like the end results.” Trunks winked again.
“Sure, I trust you.”
Trunks kissed Gohan on the lips softly as he moved his fingers to Gohan’s opening. He slowly moved them inside so as not to hurt his lover.
“Trunks, please, it feels so good! Don’t stop! Now, please, Trunks!”
“Shhh, love, soon. I promise.”
Trunks continued to move his fingers in and out as he move lower and took Gohan’s manhood into his warm mouth. Gohan groaned as the heat enclosed him. “NOW TRUNKS! PLEASE!”
Trunks moved back up the older man’s body and smiled. He slowly entered his dark-haired lover. They both groaned aloud at the pleasure of the intimate contact. Trunks moved to his own tempo and Gohan quickly picked it up. They clutched at each other’s sweaty bodies.
“Oh, Trunks, I’m so close, now please! I need it now!”
Trunks’ pace speed up as both men came closer to their peak. Gohan reached heaven first and screamed out his pleasure. His passion seeped onto his stomach and smeared onto Trunks. Gohan’s peak sent Trunks over the top, right behind his love.
“Gohan!” Trunks moaned. He collapsed on top of Gohan, breathing heavily.
“Wow! Better than I ever thought. I’ve wanted you for a long time, Trunks. I just never thought you’d want me back…”
“I know what you mean. I was so worried you would hate me if you found out…I’m so happy this happened!”
“Yes. Trunks…I want you to know that I love you.”
“Gohan.” Trunks had tears in his eyes. He reached around the other man and hugged him. “I think I love you, too.”
“What do you think our parents are going to say?”
“Nothing, they’re too busy with each other.” Both laughed.
“Well, we have a whole year to enjoy each other and train, what do you want to do now?” Gohan questioned.
“Let’s enjoy each other.” Trunks wiggled his eyebrows.
“Well, let’s go to it!” Gohan said as he wrapped his legs around Trunks.
They kept busy the whole ‘day/year’ they spent there.
