Chapter 02
Trunks stared across from his meal at his teacher but yet…that word had been blown out of his mind since Gohan had touched him earlier. It felt…nice. Gohan was patient with him, not bothered that he barely responded to his comments and questions. Trunks was trying to form the appropriate answers but he was too slow to respond. After being secluded from people other than his parents, it was hard not to be shy around Gohan; or terrified. Trunks was petrified that Gohan would get angry at his inability to speak properly. It wasn’t as if he was retarded – far from it – just…talking in general was new. He was used as a pawn in his parent’s mission to own the entire world, something they were on the verge of doing. Conversing wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t as if Trunks ~enjoyed~ being alone all the time, in fact he yearned for companionship just as much as the next person. However, there were never opportunities. Most were too scared of Trunks’ position while others only wanted to be with him in order to secure a hold on his money.
Trunks studied his…friend’s face closely, satisfied that Gohan wouldn’t use him. He mapped every detail of the handsome visage; from the dimples that rose when he smiled to the line that creased his forehead when he was thinking. Gohan was…beautiful. There weren’t any alternate words to describe him. Trunks had never seen another human -male or female- with features so enamouring as Gohan’s. No other, in fact, had affected Trunks so severely. He ~wanted~ to be close to Gohan again, to have his lips on his body, to have his arms around his waist. Trunks sighed inwardly. Such thoughts were frivolous and not to mention dangerous for Gohan should a relationship prosper between them. Of course…that was unlikely to begin with. Why would someone like Gohan want a pathetic, attention-starved, shy, half way mute teenager? Trunks subsided back to his meal in a bad mood.
Gohan watched the myriad web of emotions displayed on his quiet friend’s features. There was anger, pain, sadness, hope, and then…nothing. As if the Ice Prince had returned to his normal persona. He had to admit, it thrilled him to no end when Trunks asked to accompany him. Would he want to come back to his apartment or was that stretching it? It wasn’t as if Vegeta or Bulma would notice he was missing. The two were on a business trip to New York. Gohan sipped the egg drop soup. What exactly could he do? Asking Trunks would make him seem too forward. So…what subtle hints could he give?
Gohan bit into his strawberry mochi, smiling good naturedly at Trunks. “Do you want to go home after this or is there some place you’d like to visit?” Trunks didn’t respond yes but he gave no indication that it meant no. Gohan took it as the first. “Movies?” Trunks seemed to ponder and nodded his head slightly. “Great!” Gohan leapt to his feet and laid the yens on the table, making sure to leave the courteous waitress a tip.
The pair opted to walk to the cinema, seeming as it was only a few buildings down the street from the cafe. Trunks trailed behind Gohan uncertainly; it had been a while since he’d been in public. Both sexes were gazing at Trunks in rapt bewilderment; they knew who he was. A few whistles and cat calls resounded. A group of men licked their lips suggestively in Trunks direction. It was barely audible but Trunks whimpered. ~This~ was another reason he didn’t bother with leaving home. After nearly being raped by – Trunks immediately stopped that thought. It would only serve to frighten him more. Gohan glanced at the boy, bothered by the amount of pain etching the cerulean eyes. Gohan swallowed the fear rising in his stomach, carefully untangled the knots, and grabbed Trunks’ hand. Gohan felt Trunks tensing but then, he was secretly turning cartwheels in his mind when Trunks’ delicate fingers intertwined with Gohan’s own. He shivered at the unexpected warmth that travelled through his being.
Trunks’ breathing hitched in his throat as he tried to regain his sense of reality. Gohan was holding his hand. That’s all he knew. Kami, his entire nervous system tingled with the sensations that accompanied the touch. Wrong. That was what his subconscious was whispering. His heart couldn’t be swayed and in the end, Trunks came to a decision. He liked being with Gohan and he wanted to be with him more exclusively. He paused in the middle of the sidewalk, next to Gohan’s car.
Gohan nearly tripped and he turned to face Trunks. He was confused at the unfamiliar gleam in the ocean orbs that sparkled with a new emotion. Trunks had never looked more comfortable in his life. “What…what is it Trunks? Is something wrong? I can take you home -“
Trunks shook his head to cut off Gohan’s words. The light from the street lamps shone on the duo in the near dusk darkness. Trunks face was highlighted, giving him a celestial aura. “Gohan,” he said softly, catching the attention of the Son. “Take…take,” he breathed deeply trying to form what he wanted to say. “Me home with you.”
Gohan’s eyes grew to the size of saucers at the honest declaration. He blinked, making sure that Trunks wasn’t an apparition. “Trunks…are you sure?” Trunks blushed an adorable cherry red and it was then Gohan realized the hidden meaning behind his words but still…he could be looking too much into it. Gohan opened the door for Trunks and gently shut it closed. To know that ~maybe~ Trunks liked him in the same way, it made Gohan ecstatic and anxious to get home.
The ride to Gohan’s apartment in the upper east side was spent in silence. When they finally arrived, Gohan unlocked the doors to the building, leading Trunks to the elevator in the lobby. He flushed. “I’m afraid I haven’t kept my home in the most spectacular shape. I’ve been busy.” Gohan used his key card, sliding it in the slot. The door unlocked and as Gohan went to turn the lights on, a hand covering his own stopped him. Gohan watched as Trunks flipped a lamp to dim and settled onto the comfy, cushioned couch.
Gohan sank down beside him. Trunks vanquished his nervousness and hesitantly crawled onto Gohan’s lap. When Gohan didn’t react, Trunks started to scoot to the side again dejectedly. Gohan reacted hastily and wrapped his arms around the smaller one’s waist, pulling him closer. Trunks’ hands went to Gohan’s chest, purring contently. He kneaded the muscular body with his fingers; needing, wanting to have the contact with Gohan. Gohan played with the lavender strands, twirling them.
“Trunks….do you know what your getting yourself into by…by wanting ~this~?” Trunks nodded, nudging Gohan’s neck with his nose. “…Trunks…” Trunks pressed his lips to Gohan’s adam’s apple, tongue flicking out to taste the skin. He journeyed to Gohan’s mouth, kissing him. Gohan realized this was the first time Trunks had ever kissed another person, ever been this close so he took it upon himself to take control of the situation. He dipped his tongue inside of Trunks’ mouth, exploring the caverns until he tangled it with Trunks’ own. Gohan slipped his hands underneath Trunks’ shirt, feeling the warm flesh, bringing the boy closer. Gohan broke the passionate duel, not wanting to go too fast for the inexperienced teenager sitting in his lap. Trunks sighed, burrowing deeper into Gohan’s arms. “Trunks, what brought that on?”
“…” Trunks nuzzled the hollow Gohan’s collar bones. “…I don’t want to be alone anymore…” he breathed. Gohan smiled, kissing Trunks’ head.
“I won’t let you be Trunks. I promise.”
“Will…will you keep that promise should…my parents find out?”
“I…will.”
“Hmmm, don’t let me go…” Trunks shut his drooping eyelids. Gohan’s grin disappeared. How could he keep that promise? Should Vegeta learn of their relationship…who knew what measures the homicidal man would take to assure they never saw each other again? Gohan let out a deep breath, shifting the bundle in his arms and laying his head against the couch. The winding cogs in his mind slowed to peaceful slee
