Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

“You know, when you warned me that if I came over today, your mom would put me to work right along with you guys, I didn’t really think you meant it” Trunks laughed at his own naivete. He adjusted the grip he had on the giant tree that he was carrying on his back and continued up the hill behind Gohan.

“Mom never jokes about chores, especially when dad takes off to go train without notice” Gohan chuckled, carrying a tree just as large. As they broke through the line of the forest, they could see Goten clearing away the snow from the front of the house. He had started with the backyard a few minutes ago, so they would have somewhere to work on chopping up the firewood. Using a low powered ki ball, he walked slowly across the ground, holding it in front of him to melt the fluffy powder. Seeing them approach, he waved happily at them, accidentally losing control of the ki and letting the ball whiz over their heads up into the sky. Trunks laughed. Gohan’s little brother was absolutely adorable. The only person who seemed immune to his charm was Vegeta but that was to be expected.

He had noticed that Gohan was largely resistant to it as well, having built up a tolerance as big brother. However, it was obvious that his dismissal of those round chibi eyes came from a place of caring, not annoyance. He was already using Goten’s little slip up as a teaching lesson. Having set down his tree, he was giving him advice on more proper ki control and Goten was drinking it in. He furrowed his brow in concentration as he tried out what Gohan had just shown him and his face broke into a wide grin as Gohan told him he was doing well and ruffled his hair. Trunks decided to leave the two of them at it, not wanting to disturb their little family moment and went into the back to begin on that firewood.

With his many more years of experience, Trunks made short work of the trees using precise control of his ki. When Gohan came around the corner, he was practically done.

“Hey, need some help?” Gohan asked eying him up and down unnecessarily. Trunks grinned, seeing that responsible, father-figure Gohan was fading away, and horny, teenaged Gohan thought it was ok to come out again now that they were alone.

“No, I’m good – almost done now but thanks for asking” Trunks said casually. He couldn’t believe he had ever been concerned about Gohan really wanting him. As he sliced through the last of the wood, he felt warm hands sliding under his jacket and coming to rest around his waist. He grinned, remembering how Gohan had promised to pick up where they left off in the forest once they got home.

“I’m not sure the backyard really qualifies as ‘home’, Gohan” Trunks chuckled, “If I remember correctly the point was that it’s not so cold indoors.”

“Well, let’s go up to my room then” Gohan whispered in his ear, rubbing his hands firmly along Trunks’s abs under his jacket. It was not the first time in the few days he’d been back that Gohan had invited him to his room but he had yet to accept. There always seemed to be too many people around to let themselves go as far as they wanted so he figured it was better to just wait for the right moment. Trunks turned under his hands, facing him, and gave him a gentle kiss.

“Maybe something hot to drink, to warm those lips, would be more appropriate” Trunks suggested.

“Kiss me again and I won’t need anything to drink” Gohan murmured, his eyes still closed.

“Gross, I can hear you guys you know” Goten said, edging around the side of the house while he was finishing up with the snow.

“And that’s why we won’t be going to your room” Trunks said, trying to be humorous as he pulled back from him. Gohan sighed and gave the back of Goten’s head its first ever ‘why do I have to have a little brother’ look. Trunks just laughed again and pulled him along by the arm for that hot drink.

Inside, Chichi was on a cleaning rampage and her way was best stayed out of.

“He better be back in time for the party or he’ll be sleeping on the couch for a week” she was mumbling to herself as she scrubbed the kitchen floor. Gohan and Mirai hovered above the floor while they made themselves some hot chocolate. Chichi straightened momentarily from her task.

“Be a dear and lift this table up, would you?” she asked. Trunks was closer so he hoisted it off the floor with ease, letting her clean underneath the heavy oak while Gohan finished with their mugs.

“Thank you, Trunks” Chichi said, moving across the floor, “I’m so glad you’re back, you were always such a polite and well-mannered young man, such a good influence. You know, in all honesty, considering who your father is, I would never have let Goten become such good friends with the younger you, if I hadn’t known how good you would turn out.” Trunks was fairly sure she meant that as a compliment so he just smiled and nodded without opening his mouth. He didn’t trust himself to be able to hold back a sarcastic comment about the truth of his younger self – that he was pretty much trouble with a capital T.

“We finished our chores, is it ok if we just hang out for the rest of the afternoon, mom?” Gohan interjected smoothly.

“Oh, of course dear, you guys can use the living room now, I already finished in there – just don’t get any crumbs on my floor” she warned them.

“Cool, thanks mom!” Gohan grinned with a little too much mischief in his eyes. As soon as their mugs were set down on the coffee table, Gohan turned and straddled Trunks, pinning him to the couch. Almost before he knew it, Trunks was being made out with rather heavily, not that he minded. He used only a small part of his concentration to keep track of Chichi and Goten’s ki, lest they enter the room unannounced. Breathless, Gohan finally broke the kiss some minutes later and rested his head against Trunks’s shoulder, their chests rising and falling in unison.

“Goten’s heading our way” Trunks whispered to him. Gohan sighed, rolling off him again.

“We just can’t get a break, huh?” he said in good humor.

New Years Eve rolled around with Trunks and Gohan still having not found the privacy they both wanted. And tonight, well, tonight there would only be about a million and a half people at the annual Capsule Corp celebration. Gohan felt like if he didn’t get Trunks alone soon, he was going to just throw him over his shoulder and steal a spaceship. It was torture watching those bright blue eyes, that he had dreamed about for so long, lighting up just for him and not being able to do a thing about it.

Gohan was quite surprised at 10:30, when he felt a hand slip into his from behind and Trunks slowly pulled him away from the edge of the dessert table.

“Where are we going?” Gohan asked, hoping to maybe weasel a moonlit kiss on the roof out of tonight.

“To my room” Trunks whispered once they got into the hallway away from the main guest area.

“Wait, what?” Gohan asked confused by Trunks’s sudden change in modesty. “There’s literally, like a thousand people here Trunks, that’s a thousand people to ‘hear’ us.”

“No, that’s a thousand people to drown out the sound of us” he countered, pulling Gohan to him. He was planning on kissing him but Gohan curling a fist into the back of his hair stopped him.

“Are you serious? You’re not messing around about this?” Gohan growled out from low in his throat.

“I’m sure” Trunks said, turning to mush right there in his hands. Gohan nodded and released his hair, wrapping his arm around Trunks’s waist and pointing them in the direction of the stairs.

The inside of Trunks’s room was still basically a guest room. All his clothes were folded neatly and put away with Bulma’s little decorative touches still scattered about. The only thing different about it really was the sword leaning against the wall next to the bed. Gohan let his fingers trail over the hilt of it in admiration but didn’t let it distract him for more than a few seconds. He turned back to Trunks, who had sat down on the edge of the bed and was watching him with those intensely blue orbs. Gohan was definitely going to do something about it this time. He stepped over and kissed him deeply, putting both hands on either side of his face and exploring the inside of his mouth.

Trunks’s heart rate sped up considerably as Gohan kissed him so thoroughly. When the kiss finally broke, Trunks saw that mischievous light was back in Gohan’s eyes again.

“So, uh, how are we going to do this?” he braved being the first to address it. Gohan smiled and stroked Trunks’s cheek, down over his neck, and onto his chest.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to Trunks but in all honesty, I really want to be the one to claim you” he said from inches away. Trunks blushed and found he needed to clear his throat just the littlest bit before his voice would work.

“Do you, uh, know what you’re doing?” he asked hesitantly though his hands were already being much more forward. They trembled with excitement and just a sprinkling of nerves as he carefully undid the buttons on Gohan’s dress shirt.

“We have the internet” Gohan replied with a wink, moving his hands to undo Trunks’s buttons in return. Trunks’s blush deepened considerably.

“But you’ve never ‘been’ with anyone?” he asked, knowing Gohan had already implied to him before that he hadn’t. He wanted it to be clear though.

“No, I haven’t… Have you?” Gohan returned the question, pushing him over slowly now that their shirts were off.

“No, no I haven’t” Trunks said, letting his hips be lifted so Gohan could slide the pants he’d just unbuckled off of him.

“Good” Gohan had that growl in his voice again as he leaned over Trunks, capturing his lips. The sound of him pulling his belt out of its loops in one swift stroke sent a shiver down Trunks’s spine and he reached for Gohan’s zipper, trying to help him get naked faster. Running his hands over Gohan’s hips as his pants slid down, Trunks decided to go for it and let himself trace a finger along the curve of his already hardening manhood. It was now Gohan’s turn to feel a shiver run through him as Trunks’ hands began to explore his erect form.

Not wanting to leave Trunks out of the exquisiteness of being explored, Gohan pulled himself back from the edge of the fog that Trunks’s hands had created in his mind and reached down to caress his soon to be lover’s manhood as well. Grinning wickedly, he bent down and slipped just the head of it into his mouth, lapping at it gently with his tongue. Trunks groaned and automatically reached for Gohan’s head, sitting half up and cupping his face, while rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone in encouragement. Gohan smiled, releasing his hold on him momentarily.

“So I take it you like that” he chuckled and went back to tasting the new flavor presented him. Slowly working more and more of Trunks’s shaft into his mouth, Gohan slid his tongue and lips up and down over him, drawing out some of the most delicious sounds he had ever heard from Trunks’s vocal chords. Just as he began to notice a slightly saltier flavor to his snack, Gohan’s movements were halted by a panting Trunks.

“Stop, Gohan… Stop or I’m going to cum” he said, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing Gohan back while he tried to regain his composure… sort of. Nodding in agreement with his action, Gohan stroked Trunks’s cheek in return and began kissing the side of his neck, when suddenly a thought occurred to him.

“You know, this little adventure happening tonight was your idea… How ‘prepared’ are you for this, exactly?” he asked Trunks in between kisses.

“Uh, what?” Trunks said, his mind still pretty clouded from Gohan’s ministrations, “Prepared?… I didn’t really assume one or the other of us would be on top, I figured we’d just work it out when the time came… Now that we’re ‘in the moment’ though, I guess I wouldn’t mind if you did the claiming” he confessed, his eyes lidded with passion as Gohan continued to tease at his neck.

“That’s good to know” Gohan murmured against him, smiling as he finished gently sucking on a small mouthful of Trunks’ skin. “It’s actually not what I meant though… I was thinking more about lube… I’m sure it would help with this first time” Gohan asked, tenderly stroking over his torso.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Trunks teasingly questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sure” Gohan paused, grinning wickedly, “I’ve just been watching a lot of gay porn lately, that’s all.” Scarlet painted itself over Trunks’s cheeks as he gestured toward the nightstand.

“There’s some in the drawer” he informed him. His heart leapt into his throat as he watched Gohan open it and pull out the small bottle with a grin. Flipping the cap, he squirted some into his hand and applied it liberally to his fingers, leaving the bottle out. With his free hand he pushed on Trunks’s shoulder, laying him back down, while the other slipped between his legs, slowly caressing the tight ring of muscle he found there.

“This is the part where you try to relax” Gohan whispered to him, kissing his neck and throat again while he pressed against his entrance. Trunks breathed deeply and tried his best to take the advice, wrapping his arms around Gohan as a single digit slowly entered him.

“You ok?” Gohan whispered to him, seeing the intense look on Trunks’s face.

“Yeah, it’s just… different” he responded hesitantly.

“Does it hurt?” Gohan asked him, staring into his eyes, concerned.

“Only a bit, I’m ok” Trunks reassured him, “Don’t stop now.” Gohan smiled and took his time, stretching Trunks slowly and gently to hopefully make it as pain-free as possible. Once three fingers had Trunks moaning and rocking his hips against them, Gohan couldn’t take just watching his lavender haired prince squirm anymore. Helping himself to another large dose of lubricant, he coated his throbbing shaft with it, spreading a little more of it over Trunks as well, just for good measure. Then leaning over him, Gohan lined himself up, and with one last kiss from Trunks, began easing his way inside him.

Trunks watched Gohan enter him, realizing about halfway through just how much longer Gohan’s dick was then his fingers. The pain blossomed inside him just enough to make him gasp; but before he knew it, Gohan was fully sheathed within him, and kissing him quite passionately. A hand sneaked down to take a firm grip on Trunks’s erection, stroking him slowly but with a steady rhythm. Trunks moaned into the kiss, the pain fading to only a slight discomfort and then being replaced entirely with pleasure as he couldn’t help but rock his hips in time with Gohan’s stroking.

Slowly Gohan eased his own hips into the rhythm he had helped Trunks in setting, drawing more elongated moans from both of them as he did. After a few moments of staring into each others’ eyes in disbelief of how incredible it was to share this with each other, Gohan grinned and gave him a passionate kiss that ended in a drawn out bite on his lower lip. As he let go of the compliant lip, Gohan gave Trunks’s member one last slow stroke before releasing it as well and raising himself up to an angle that gave him a bit more freedom of movement, so to speak. The change seemed to go over well with Trunks as he gasped loudly and grabbed onto Gohan’s biceps, his eyes taking on a wild light as Gohan sped up his pace.

“Ahh, yeees, Gohan, god yes, aaah, aahhha, yes!” Trunks shouted as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him while Gohan’s pace steadily increased. Gohan moaned nearly as loudly above him, soaking in the combination of Trunks’s tight heat and passionate vocalizations. A frantic light danced in his eyes as he made Trunks’s meet his gaze a few minutes later.

“I’m going to cum, it’s just too much, you’re so tight Trunks” he admitted, not slowing his thrusts. As Trunks processed his words, his eyes begged him louder than any moan ever could, to please, please finish him off. Gohan groaned and reached for Trunks’s weeping cock, stroking him hard and fast as he tried desperately to hold off just a few more moments himself. It took only about three of such strokes to make Trunks shout Gohan’s name as his back arched, his thick cum starting to spill out between Gohan’s fingers. Trunks’s hips spasmed wildly as they couldn’t decided if they wanted to thrust up into the hand above them or down onto the shaft impaling them. Letting himself go completely, Gohan came hard right behind him as he was clenched even tighter in the throes of Trunks’s orgasm. He made up Trunks’s hips’s mind for them, pinning them to the bed with the force of his final thrust as he practically screamed Trunks’s name, his shout was so loud.

“Fuck” Gohan said, two seconds after having collapsed on top of him, and still panting, “Anyone with saiyan hearing definitely could have heard that… Sorry.” Trunks, not sure if he was capable of speech yet, just stroked Gohan’s back and discovered he was able to produce a pleased chuckle. Gohan smiled at that, snuggling against him and running his fingers through Trunks’s hair.

“I love you, Gohan” Trunks managed to get out a few seconds later. Gohan lifted his head off Trunks’s chest to return the affection sincerely, when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He froze, unable to remember clearly if he had locked it behind them or not. Unfortunately that was Trunks’s response as well.

“Gohan? Trunks? Are you guys ok? What’s going on in there?” Goku’s voice came from the hallway. Gohan blushed redder than Trunks had ever seen anyone get, his mouth falling open in disbelief at what he had just heard. Trunks’s eyes widened, only slightly out of amusement at Gohan’s reaction but they both were cut short of giving any reply by Vegeta’s voice in the hall as well.

“Kakarot! What the hell is wrong with you? Get away from there this instant!” he commanded.

“But Vegeta-”

“Do not make me call your wife to come and get you, baka” Vegeta threatened him.

“Alright, alright… Yeesh, what’s the big deal? I just wanted to make sure they’re ok” Goku’s voice began edging away from the door.

“They’re perfectly fine, Kakarot, now get downstairs and don’t bother them again.”

“How do you know that, Vegeta?”

“Because I’m not a third-class moron, that’s why!” Vegeta accompanied his answer with what sounded like a smack on the head for Goku.

“Ow, Vegeta, what was that for?…” Goku’s voice finally faded away as they descended the stairs. Gohan breathed a sigh of relief, and rested his forehead against Trunks’s chest.

“I love you, Trunks” he said, raising his head after a moment, “And you know, I never thought I’d say this but your dad is pretty cool too.”

The End