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Trunks and Gohan almost broke the door as they tumbled into the hotel room. They were sloppily kissing one another as they gripped anything and everything they could.

Trunks kicked the door closed just in time for Gohan to rip his shirt off.

Trunks pushed Gohan onto the bed and straddled him. He’d wanted to do this since forever. His friend had always turned him on. There was no better sight than one after a spar. Enough sweat and a smidge of blood. But adrenaline rush was fucking amazing.

There was a mutual groan shared between them as Gohan’s shirt got ripped off. The kisses became more aggressive as they rutted. Both equally hard and ready but milking the situation. It was intense.

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Trunks heart jumped out of his chest as the phone rang. He growled and flung the pillow across the room. “Fuck” he screamed! He hung his head and rubbed his temple. There was no getting around it. He was severely turned on.

He was mildly angry at himself. He hadn’t had these intense urges to fuck Gohan in years. It was like he finished college, started working as a CEO… and left it all behind. Anything and everything childish.

He was mildly curious. Was Gohan gay, bisexual… He had to be! Why else would he be working in a male strip club. Was it worth the gamble? Risking everything to come out? He was a grown man and had a say in his life. But he was always worried about appearances, especially when it came to his mom and dad. He could already hear the disappointment in their voices.

“I’ll have no grand babies,”He said mockingly in his best mom voice interpolation.

That thought right there made his hard on go down just a smidge. But his brain was to busy thinking about the muscles on Gohan. His nice ass. He flopped backward into bed and groaned. He was totally fucked and not in a good way either.

He rolled over and debated on if he should call in sick. He could do that sort of thing. Except he never did. Someone would surely one by to check on him. He wasn’t good at pretending.

He grabbed a pillow and covered his face as he screamed. He then threw it across the room.

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Vegeta blinked a couple times as he watched his son throw a tantrum. “You’re better off without the bitch,” he said with a shrug on his shoulder. “Not like we ever met her to like her.”

Trunks drew in a several rapid breaths. He wished he was still asleep and could just wake up. This was a total fucking nightmare. He didn’t know if he should ask why his dad was here or for how long. Both answers would be equally mortifying.

Vegeta crossed his arms and smirked. “I think the theatrics are about as good as the time I walked in on you and that girl and you couldn’t get it up.”

Trunks wanted to pull the covers up and hide. He couldn’t defend himself. He’d tried the being straight thing and failed miserably. The girl ended up figuring it out. Thankfully back then he was almost a nobody because he didn’t talk about his family.

“I’m not your ma but I’m sure she’d agree… We are proud of you and we just want you to be happy.

Trunks glanced briefly at his dad. That was very fatherly of him. Wait… Did he know?! What did he know?! No he wasn’t going there…

“When you find words I hope you’ll talk to us.” Vegeta turned to leave. “I’ll tell her you’re sick and slept past the alarm.”

Trunks heard the door shut and went limp. Just great. Now he was going to have to put on a shitty show of being sick. He knew he was going to get caught. He smacked his forehead and groaned.