Summary: Goten is jerking away to lovely gay porn playing on his computer on his bed, when suddenly Trunks walks in and see him and the gay porn!! Read to find out what happens! đ
Author:Â AGirlNamedEd
Published by: Gotenboner
Pairing – Goten x Trunks
Goten drummed his fingers on the desk and stared blankly at his laptop screen. The search barâs cursor blinked at him almost mockingly. This was so embarrassing. Of all the things he could be looking up, he had to be looking up that. Heâd heard someone talking about it at the gym and he got curious. He was 21, so sue him, he could do what he wanted.
But it wasnât like he could just ask someone what âguy pornâ was. His mother would either murder him or take his laptop away (and he wasnât sure which was worse), and his dad would…well, heâd be clueless. Gohan was out of the question, too; his brother would probably be all clinical and formal about it, which would probably be even more embarrassing. And he couldnât ask Trunks because–
Gotenâs face flushed. No. He just couldnât ask Trunks.
Steeling himself, Goten quickly typed âmale pornâ into the search engine and slammed the enter button before he could change his mind. He didnât even look at the results, just clicked the first one. May as well get this done and over with so he could move on with his life and–
A video of a young man stroking himself suddenly appeared on his screen. He was on a bed, legs spread, head tossed back, moaning filthily. Goten quickly slammed the laptop shut and covered his face with his hands. Oh. Oh. He wasnât sure what heâd expected–it wasnât like heâd never seen porn before. Roshi didnât hide his magazines as well as he thought he did. But none of them involved men, or at least they werenât the focus. They were always about women.
And Goten swallowed as he realised that he was way, way more interested in the man touching himself than heâd ever been in any of Roshiâs âaerobics videos.â Maybe…maybe another little look wouldnât hurt.
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Chi-Chi was on her way out the door when Trunks arrived at the Son house. âOh! Trunks!â She smiled up at him. âYouâll be here to see Goten, then.â
Trunks grinned at her. âYeah. Is he here?â
She snorted. âHeâs barely left his room for three days.â
He frowned. âHe hasnât been answering my messages, either. You think heâs okay?â
Chi-Chi patted his arm. âIâm sure heâs fine, but if somethingâs wrong, thereâs no one Iâd trust more to help him out with it. He sure doesnât want to open up to me, but maybe heâll talk to you.â
âIâll do my best, Chi-Chi.â
âThanks, dear.â She moved out of the way so he could get into the house. âIâm off to do groceries, and Gokuâs at Kame House today. Try not to blow up my house before I get back.â
He laughed. âYes, maâam!â
The Son house was quiet for once. Trunks didnât think heâd ever been left alone in the house with Goten before. And then the two of them were usually pretty noisy anyway. But this silence was almost stifling, and he padded up the stairs towards Gotenâs room.
If something was bothering Goten enough that he couldnât talk to anyone about it, Trunks wanted to be the one to be there for him. Heâd been quietly in love with Goten for years, ever since they were in high school and first found out what it meant to be gay (and probably even before that, if he was being honest). Even if Goten was straight, which Trunks was sure he was, he still wanted to help him and support him. They were best friends, after all, and thatâs what best friends did for each other.
He opened Gotenâs door without thinking and walked right in. âHey, Goten, whatâs–â Trunks choked on the rest of his sentence. The scene before him had stolen his words.
Goten was on his bed, pants undone, staring dazedly at his computer screen. His hand stroked himself and his mouth lolled open in a moan. Trunks couldnât see what was on the computer, but he could guess from the noises coming from it. He stared for a moment, dumbstruck, before Goten suddenly realised he was there and shrieked.
âT-Trunks!â he yelped, yanking his hand out of his pants and pulling his knees to his chest hard enough to knock himself onto his back. âWh-what–when did you–h-how much did you see?â
It was really hard to concentrate with the pornographic moans coming from the computer, especially combined with the memory of Goten completely blissed out. âI-I–â Trunks stammered. He shook his head to clear it. âWait, Iâm not the one who needs to explain myself! What the hell are you doing?!â Trunks hurried to Gotenâs laptop and slammed it shut. That was a little better, at least. âThat shitâs how you get viruses on your computer, you know! Do you want to have to explain to your mom that your computerâs busted because you were watching porn?!â
âShut up!â Gotenâs face was bright red, his blush disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Trunks swallowed. He wanted to know how far down that blush went. âI didnât even know this was a thing until a few days ago!â
âSeriously?â Trunks folded his arms and sat on the bed across from Goten. âWe grew up around Roshi and youâre just discovering porn now?â
Goten fumbled with his jeans. âN-no, I meanâŚâ He fidgeted and wouldnât meet Trunksâs eyes. âTrunks, I think Iâm gay.â
Trunksâs eyes widened. Wait. What? He glanced back at the computer. That was gay porn? He hadnât even noticed in his haste to shut it off.
âItâs just,â Goten continued, âIâve seen the stuff Roshi has, and those girls are pretty, but theyâre not–I donât know, I just liked the guys more, and I didnât know where else to look, so–â
âGoten,â Trunks interrupted, âif you wanted gay porn, you couldâve just asked.â
Well. It wasnât exactly how heâd planned on coming out to Goten, but it was better to get it done and over with quickly. Like ripping off a bandaid.
Gotenâs head snapped up and he looked Trunks in the eye for the first time since he got there. âYou mean youâre–â
âBi? Yeah.â Trunks shrugged. âItâs not really that big of a deal.â He jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the laptop. âBut that kind of thing doesnât really compare to the real deal.â He hoped he sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
âY-you–â Goten bit his lip. âYou mean youâve done that stuff?â
âOh, sure,â Trunks lied. He leaned forward, put his hand on Gotenâs knee. âI can show you if you want.â
Gotenâs eyes flicked across Trunksâs body and back to his face. âI-I donât–â
âCome on.â Trunks slid his hand up Gotenâs thigh. âI promise Iâll make you feel good–even better than how it felt watching those videos.â
It was working–Goten was already half-hard again. He swallowed and nodded. âOkay.â
Trunks grinned and wasted no time. He leaned forward to press kisses to Gotenâs jaw and neck as his hands slid his pants down to his ankles. Then he was on Goten, first with his hand, then moving down his body to take him into his mouth. Gotenâs head fell back and he sighed contentedly. âTrunks,â he murmured, âoh, Trunks, you werenât kidding, oh–Trunks–â
He pulled away and immediately replaced his mouth with his hand again, moving up to grab Gotenâs hair and pull. âCome for me, Goten,â he growled in his ear, âshow me how much you want this.â
Goten wailed and shuddered and grabbed Trunks around the waist and he was coming hard, burying his face in Trunksâs shoulder. Trunks started to pull back, but Goten grabbed his chin and smushed their lips together. âHoly shit,â he panted when he pulled away, âTrunks, I think I love you.â
