I can’t keep my eyes off him.
I sit back and watch the carnage as he and Goten go at it, slamming each other into the landscape and laughing like idiots. Goten has the edge in power, but Trunks is faster.
My brother lands one hell of a punch and then gets a boot upside the head, and that’s pretty much the end of it. Both collapse to the ground, panting and grinning at each other.
I thought about joining them, but I’ve already had my workout for the day. Vejiita nearly flattened me this morning. I don’t know if he’s actually stronger since his tail came back, but he’s a hell of a lot scarier now. Not like he was pissing sunshine to start with… I’m beat.
But the urge to go over there and just…
Just what, Gohan?
Kiss him until he can’t think straight?
Heh. Aren’t I the comedian?
But, yeah, that’s basically it. Briefs Trunks came home from college a few months ago, and after one look at that tanned body and long hair, Son Gohan was in lust. I mean, damn… the Vejiita genes have been very, very good to that boy. Sure, he has those blue eyes and that amazing hair, but you can see his father in him, in his face and the tight muscled body. You can see it in the way he looks at everything like it’s all waiting to be his, whenever he wants it.
I want him to want me.
That’s right. Good old Gohan goes both ways. Aren’t I a lucky bastard?
Videl, bless her microscopic little heart, calls me a pervert and a freak, from a family of perverts and freaks. That was right before she left me. Poor girl got an eyeful that week: she found out about Dad, Vejiita, and Bulma’s tangled relationship, and she caught me jerking off over a gay porno mag. Quite a shock to her system, poor girl.
So here I am, ogling the splendor that is Trunks sweaty and glowing in a pair of spandex shorts.
And I don’t even know which species he prefers, much less the gender.
The day after Mom died, I quit my teaching job. Hated it. The only good thing about it was that Trunks went to the same college, though he was never in my classes. I saw him around, always with a crowd, often with Goten. I don’t know what his social life was, because back then I never looked twice at him that way.
The way I’m looking at him now.
He practically glows in the sunlight, with exertion, with sweat, with healthy young maleness. He laughs, throwing his head back, and for a moment, all I can think of is kissing the curve of his neck, pressing myself against him, and making him gasp my name.
Gohan!
Something flashes towards my head and I catch it without thinking, feeling the rock shatter against my palm. I blink.
“Hey, sleeping beauty! Are you gonna spar with us or what? Trunks already asked you twice!” Goten yells.
Trunks is looking at me expectantly, and I wonder… Goten isn’t looking at him, and he stands up, stretching extravagantly, showing off his assets. Does he know what that does to me? My mouth goes dry, and I’m intensely grateful for big baggy gi pants now.
And then he winks at me, and grins, and I suddenly know, for a fact, that the little bastard knows *exactly* what he’s doing.
“Yeah,” I grumble, trying to hide the big, dopey grin on my face, and walk down towards them. Towards him.
Guess I do have some energy left, after all.
