Welcome to Boxer & Rice

A man walked out of his bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. In his hands was another towel, which he used to dry his silky, lavender hair. He pulled the towel away from his head, his hair falling to his shoulders and framing his face. He then walked over to his closet, his azure eyes scanning his choice of clothing. After pulling on a pair of jeans and a light blue Capsule Corporation shirt, he sat on his bed and tried to decide what he was going to do with the rest of the day.

Before he could decide, though, he heard rapid footsteps headed towards his bedroom. He furrowed his eyebrows as he sensed the familiar ki; it was fluctuating oddly and seemed distressed.

A raven-haired teenager stormed through the door, nearly running into the lavender-haired man. He stood in front of the man, jumping from one foot to the other, a funny look on his face.

“Gohan?” the cerulean-eyed man asked, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

A soft grunt escaped Gohan’s throat and he leaned onto the chest of the man in front of him. He looked into the crystal orbs above him and spoke quietly.

“Trunks…I…have a fish in my pants…”

“………What…?”

Gohan’s face contorted suddenly as he fell against Trunks completely. His arms wrapped tightly around the lavender-haired man, his hips swaying as he tried to move the fish into a more comfortable spot.

“Gohan…why is there a fish…in your pants…?”

“Nnnn…long story…”

“But–”

Trunks’s sentence was cut short when Gohan’s hips bucked against his own. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that was entirely too close to emitting from his lips. Trunks closed his eyes as Gohan continued to move his hips, oblivious to the reactions he was creating within him.

As this odd scene continued to play out, Trunks noticed that his breathing was becoming more ragged with every passing second. He also noticed how his jeans were becoming more confining with every passing second.

“G-Gohan…” he said, a little huskier than he would have liked. “I think…maybe I should just…help you get that fish out.”

Gohan’s dark eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah…”

Suddenly, the sable-haired teen yelped, his fingers gripping Trunks even tighter. Trunks raised his eyebrows in silent question.

“It bit me!! It fuckin’ bit me!!” Gohan whimpered a little. “My balls are fish food, Trunks. Fish food…”

The sapphire-eyed man would have laughed if there wasn't an unsatisfied ache in his groin. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips instead. He put his hand on Gohan’s arm and led him to his bed.

“Look, lie down and I’ll get…the fish…for you…” Trunks said, shooting the other boy a curious glance.

Gohan’s hips twitched slightly and he nodded, placing himself on the plush bedding. Trunks climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. He carefully unzipped Gohan’s pants and hesitated.

“It’s in your boxers, isn't it?”

Gohan nodded and his hips twitched again. “Unnn…Trunks…”

The purple-haired man tugged down Gohan’s pants and reached into his red, silk boxers. As his hand moved around to find the fish, it would unintentionally brush against Gohan’s steadily hardening member. A soft moan escaped Gohan’s lips. Trunks bit his bottom lip.

“Gohan…”

He trailed off as he felt eyes on him. He turned his focus to the door, his eyes widening to an impossible size as he saw who stood there. Trunks swallowed hard.

“Um…Mom, Dad…what’re you guys…doing here?” Trunks asked, as innocently as he could. Then, he realized the position he was in. “Uh, it’s not what it looks like…”

“Really…” Bulma said dryly, her eyebrows raised. She glanced at Gohan then back at her son. “I’m not even gonna ask…”

She began to walk away, motioning for her smirking husband to follow. After they left, Trunks sighed and turned to Gohan, his hand still inside his friend’s boxers.

“……Hey, Gohan…I can’t find anything. It’s like there’s no fish in your pants at all…”

Gohan smirked. “I know,” he said simply, before pulling the man from the future down for a passionate kiss.