Sexy Boy

Author's Note: Written over ten years ago under one of my old pen names, l_n, way back in the mid 2000s. Yeah, I've been around a while.

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Sometimes I wonder if he planned the whole thing. Goten didn't go to school that day; and still Gohan was waiting out there, parked in his blue Saab. He must have known Goten wasn't there, right? I don't know. Maybe some wires got crossed. Maybe Goten's mom had some sort of menopausal fit and forgot to call. Maybe. Yeah. That sounds about right.

Don't be so paranoid, Trunks.

No. No one does things like that, spur of the moment. Especially Son Gohan.

Shit, I sound like a lunatic.

Maybe... Maybe I am. If it's true, if I am crazy, I know who to blame.

There they are again, those icy hot pinpricks... all over my body, somewhere just beneath my skin. My cock begins to throb.

How many times do I have to do this, Gohan? When will I be normal again?

I fall into my mattress. The sheets are somewhere on the floor. I kicked them off sometime between the third or fourth time I... oh...I did... oh fuck I'm going to come... just remembering it...

"Go-" My hand's moving so fast, just like you showed me. My hips are moving in circles, my head's spinning. And then I remember your face when... when i... when.. You...

"Ha-a-a-an!"

It's like I'm spiked with lightening, and it's pouring out of my body in white ropes. All I see, all I feel, all I am... I left it somewhere in that damn blue Saab. All that's left is this insanity.

"Aw... fuck, Gohan!"

Why did you do this to me? Why Gohan?

"Why?" I say out loud, throwing my arm over my eyes when I feel my body come alive, even though I'm still jerking with aftershocks. "Why?" My hand begins to move. "Why...?" My hips begin to rock. This time... I don't ask why. My body knows the answer.

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It was after school; and I was just standing there, biting into an apple, wondering what I was going to do with myself. Goten's absence put a real kink in my afternoon plans.

Stupid 'Ten with his stupid colds. Who ever heard of a Saiyajin with a sinus infection? Goddamn, only he could pull that off.

Kids were pouring out of school. And I was like a bouyie, separating the course, for only a moment, as they streamed toward buses and cars. Everyone had places to go, things to do. Everyone, that is, except me. I just didn't feel like doing much. Kind of bummed out, you know?

I wasn't paying any attention when that blue Saab rolled up. Probably because you don't look for what you're not expecting.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a fucking loud car horn went off.

"Hey, Trunks!"

Was that Gohan? Squinting my eyes, I could see that run down Saab between two very expensive SUVs. There he was: Waiving, wearing a cheap pair of tinted clip ons over even cheaper frames, smiling like a dope in the same old blue suit.

Gods- how embarrassing!

I could feel my face turning red as I imagined all the ribbing I'd get the next day about the Son-mobile. Checking over my shoulder, I wanted to make sure no one took notice.