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Gohan took a deep breath and raised a hand to knock on the door to the house, whose porch he had stood on for twenty minutes already.

Just as he went to knock the door opened and a short brunette girl smiled up at him. She was in his science class if he remembered correctly. He never really talked to her, but she had wanted a reason to throw a party and him being new provided one.

“Oh my god! Gohan! You’re finally here!” She said, bouncing up to wrap her arms around his neck in a crushing hug.

He chuckled as she pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt. For such a small girl she was really strong. It was impressive for a girl without training to be so strong.

“Guys! The man of the hour is finally here!” She screamed over the generic pop music blasting throughout the house.

She pulled him over to a circle of people as cheers went up. He could see Videl smirking at his embarrassment. Erasa wasn’t much better, giggling like seeing him uncomfortable was the funniest thing in the world to her. Sharpner just gave him a pitying look as he scooched over for him to sit down.

“So, have you ever drank before?” Gohan shook his head “not even sneaking a sip at a party your parents held?!” The girl hosting said, eyes wide in astonishment.

He shook his head once more.

“Well, then let me be the one to take your alcohol virginity.” Sharpner said, wrapping an arm around him and pushing a shot glass in front of him.

It was full of a clear liquid, right up to the brim. It had a bitter stinging smell, invading his senses and making him scrunch up his nose.

“Ok, I know how to take a shot Sharpner. I’ve seen Yamcha do it. I live with a man who parties 24/7, how would I not know?” He said, stopping his blonde friend from explaining to him how a shot worked.

He picked up the shot and tapped Sharpner’s glass with his own before tapping it once more on the table and downing it in one go.

“Holy shit, dude! Are you sure you’ve never drank before?!” Sharpner said, a look of pride on his face.

Gohan coughed for a moment before replying, “Ugh! Y-yes, I’m sure, Sharp.”

Sharpner looked shocked for a moment before a playful smile stretched his mouth into a grin. He took him by the shoulders and shook him as hard as he could. Everyone laughed and cheered.

“Alright! Now that our dear Sharpy has taken your first drink virginity, let’s get you more drunk! You are entirely too sober for this being your party!”

Oh boy, this was gonna be a long night…

—-

Some hours, and many drinks, later…

—-

“Ok! Time for a new game! Any suggestions?” Erasa shouted, standing up on the small table to be seen more clearly over the heads of everyone at the party.

“Oh! I know! Truth or dare! I bet you 20 bucks that our new friend ‘s never played it!” Marker, a boy from his gym class, shouted, raising his beer in the air as he almost falls off his chair.

“Ooh! Yes! That one!” A few girls shout, the words half slurred, eyes fixated on Gohan.

Oh no… he was not gonna make it out of this without kissing someone, was he?

“Ok, Videl! Truth or dare?” Erasa said, turning to her raven haired friend.

“Dare.” She smirked in challenge as the room went up in cheers.

“I dare you to… shotgun a beer! You’re too sober!” She shouts, knowing Videl hates shotgunning.

“Ugh! Fine… I’ll get you back for this though!” She said, glaring at her blonde friend.

She went over to the cooler in the corner of the room and grabbed the first beer she saw, quickly puncturing the bottom of the can with a key on her belt and opening the top. She downs the beer, spilling half of it down her front. She throws the can at Erasa as she wipes her mouth.

“Fuck you! Now I’m dirty! What’s my dad gonna say?!” She half heartedly yells, flopping back down on the couch.

“Oh, you know he doesn’t care! He wants you to be out doing this stuff!” Sharpner retorted, giving her a judgemental look.

“Gohan! You’ve only taken two turns! Truth or dare?” Videl shouted, alcohol suddenly hitting her like a ton of bricks, pointing at him and shoving her finger in his chest.

“Huh? Uh..! Dare?” He stuttered, sounding much more like a question than a statement.

“Ok! I dare you to let whoever this bottle lands on, kabedon you!” She said, holding up a long empty beer bottle.

“Uh… ok, I guess? I don’t know what a kabedon is but it sounds harmless so…” he trailed off, taking the bottle from her.

He wobbled as he stood up, almost falling on top of Marker. “Sorry!” He slurred, an embarrassed grimace on his face. He spun the bottle, a little more forcefully than needed, but he managed not to fall on his ass.

Apparently saiyans don’t handle vodka and whatever the hell ‘jungle juice’ is well.

The bottle spins for quite a long time so he lightly kicks the table to get it to stop. It slowly stops, everyone waiting with baited breath as they watch in spin.

Who would it land on?

Who would get to pin the tallest boy in class against a wall?

Sharpner sucked in a harsh breath as the bottle landed on him.

He locked eyes with Gohan across the small coffee table, silently begging him to say no. Gohan did nothing but look at him with this kind of silly drunk smile he had developed as he got drunker.

He took a deep breath and motioned for the other boy to follow him.

Gohan got up and obediently followed.

He pointed to the wall and hoped he got the message.

Thankfully he did and leaned up against the wall. He raised one eyebrow at him and tilted his head in question, as if to ask ‘what now?’

Sharpner bit his lip and then took a deep breath.

The music was blasting. The air was hot and ripe with the smell of alcohol. Everything was perfectly set for stupid teenage decisions.

He raised his arm and a sudden burst of confidence overtook him.

*BAM!*

He slammed his hand against the wall beside the taller boy’s head, closing in on his space. His face felt hot and he hoped it was dark enough to cover it.

“ That is a kabedon.”

Gohan gasps and his knees buckle, throwing his head back into the wall as his face flushed.

He was not expecting that at all .

Sharpner caught him by slotting a knee between his legs, running a hand up his side, palm landing on his chest. He could feel how hard the muscles under his hands were; and he didn’t know what the feeling in his chest was, but he prayed to god it was jealousy over his body.

They snapped out of it as hollers and woops sounded from behind them.

They pulled apart as fast as possible, avoiding each other’s gaze as they walked back to their seats and pointedly not looking at each other even after sitting down.

“I am so getting you back for that.” The blonde spat at Videl, glaring at her.

—-

Sharpner did in fact get her back.

He made her tell the story of the pancake incident or drink a beer.

And Videl hates beer.

“Alright, if you’re so unconcerned about your friends embarrassment, then you wouldn’t mind a bit more?” Erasa said, an evil smirk on her face.

“As long as it’s not us!” His boxing buddies shouted from the other side of the room.

He had gotten them all more than once tonight. He made Marker drink pickle juice and milk in one glass. Paper had to reveal a dark secret or be subjected to kissing someone’s boot. And poor, unfortunate, Binder had to let someone do a body shot off him. That person was not a cute girl, but the ugliest guy in class.

Poor Binder.

He just smirked back at the blonde girl, silently daring her to do something.

“Then I guess you don’t mind me doing it too!”

Wait.

What?

“I’m not giving you a choice in this one, Sharpie!” She pulled him up by his collar and marched him over to where Gohan was sitting, holding him in place in front of the boy.

“Gohan has only had five turns, and nothing more fun than your kabedon!” She rounded on Sharpner again “And you mister! You’ve been a dick the whole night! So, I dare you to kiss Gohan! Right here in front of everybody!” She said, a grin the size of the moon on her face.

Fuck.

Wait…

Ah ha!

“But what if Gohan doesn’t consent to it? I won’t kiss someone who isn’t consenting!” He said, turning towards her and away from the problem he was avoiding.

That would get her!

“Uh… I’m fine with it… it’s not like it’s my first kiss after all.”

God damn it, Gohan!

“Then it’s settled! You’re going to kiss him! And none of that shitty peck on the lips shit! A full ten seconds!”

Oh shit.

Erasa swore.

Fuck.

“I’ll time it!”

Fuck you too, Videl.

He turned towards Gohan and took a deep breath. He seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. His eyes flicked between his friend’s lips and eyes, silently pleading with him to back out as he lent down to do it.

No such luck it seemed.

He placed a knee on the couch between Gohan’s legs.

The way they were spread felt almost as if he was being given an invitation to touch.

Gohan’s hand came up to rest on the side of his neck as he cupped the side of Gohan’s own face.

He took one last deep breath and leant down the rest of the way.

When their lips connected it felt like electricity.

Like there was a power rumbling beneath his skin that was waiting to burst free.

He forgot about the outside world as he moved his other hand up to grab Gohan’s bicep, and fuck he forgot how strong he is. He let his other knee bend, bringing him more level with Gohan. He pushed the black haired teen further up onto the couch; sliding long, powerful legs around his hips.

Gohan scrambled desperately at his arms, looking for purchase.

He could feel the burn of his nails drawing blood, almost as if he had claws.

And then suddenly it was over and he was being half shoved, half pulled back by smaller feminine hands.

Hands that suddenly felt wrong, when just ten seconds before they had been all he wanted.

Fuck.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the black haired teen as he was shoved back into his seat on the other couch.

His eyes were half open, pupils blown wide, almost making the brown that he had realized was actually red once up close, almost completely disappear. His face was flushed a beautiful red, one he no doubt bet his own face was a match for. His clothes were a bit of a mess, sweat having begun to collect on the collar.

And the most wonderful part?

His legs were still spread, just as wide as he’d left them. It was almost like he was asking for more, begging him to get back up in his space and take him right there in front of everyone.

And wasn’t that a lovely thought?

He was snapped out of it by Videl, who slapped him.

He saw Marker had done the same judging by the fact that Gohan had regained his embarrassment at being so open with people he barely knew.

Also he was shaking his hand out and rubbing it, which usually was a sign someone had tried to pick a fight with Gohan. Hitting Gohan was like hitting a brick wall. Hitting brick walls was a bad idea, so therefore, hitting Gohan was also a bad idea.

“Sharpner! Jesus, I’ve been trying to get your attention for ten minutes! Is he a good kisser? Did you like it?” Erasa questioned, getting up in his face and grinning at him.

“Yeah… he’s a good kisser. I doubt anyone could hate kissing him.”

And then the room burst out in laughter as Erasa pressed play on her phone.

“ I kissed a boy and I liked it… ”

Played from the speakers around the room.

His face felt like it was on fire.

“Oh, fuck you guys!” He shouted, angrily picking up a shot glass and pouring himself one and downing it in one go.

“I hope your hangover feels like death!” He grimaced as the alcohol burned his throat.

The room just laughed at his misery.

—-

At the end of the night…

—-

It was almost two am when the party finally started winding down.

Truth or dare had led into seven minutes in heaven, which he and Gohan had both opted out of. They had both had enough public humiliation for one night.

He was beginning to wonder how he would sneak back into his house and not wake up his parents. Now, while normally his parents wouldn’t care if he was out late, he was drunk, and he knew he’d be grounded for that. So, how would he get out of this one?

He could always go home with Videl, he had kept clothes at her place since they were twelve. But it seemed like she would kill the next person who talked to her, so that was a no go. He always forgot she was an angry drunk.

He was absolutely not going home with Erasa. She had caused his public humiliation, so he was going to hold a grudge and hope her hangover felt like death.

His boxing buddies were all out of the question, as their parents would call his to report his drinking.

Maybe…

No.

He is not going home with Gohan. For a multitude of reasons, but mainly so people wouldn’t think they fucked. Also he lived with his childhood hero and man crush monday. So that was out.

Fuck! How was he gonna get home?

“Hey, Sharpner?” He turned to look at the voice, it was Gohan.

“I was just about to head home, do you want a ride?” He asked, sitting down on the couch next to him.

“Uh… yeah, I’d love to, but I can’t go home. My parents would kill me for drinking…” he trailed off, averting his gaze from the other boy.

“Well… you could stay at mine tonight?” He turned bright red at the way that could be taken “If you wanted to that is! You don’t have to, of course! I just thought I would be nice and-!” He cut himself off.

“I’m rambling, but my offer still stands. Yamcha isn’t home tonight and I can drive you home before your parents wake up so it’s like you came home on your own.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment and chuckling to himself.

“Uh… yeah, sure then. I just don’t want my parents to find out, man.” He smiled at the black haired teen, standing up and offering him a hand to help him off the couch.

Gohan took the hand and stood up. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and headed for the door.

—-

The drive to Gohan’s house was short and uneventful.

It was a decently sized house, siding painted a light blue with neon orange shutters. It was obvious that a famous person lived here, judging by the expensive fence that looked like it might be electric. Pretty neat idea to keep the paparazzi away.

Gohan unlocked the door and they kicked off their shoes as they headed inside.

“So, uh… welcome to my humble abode! Hehe…”

It was awkward now that they were alone.

No more blasting music, no more drunk teens, just quiet.

“So, uh… I’m too drunk to make the guest bed and I don’t know where the spare blankets and pillows are in the first place. To be honest I don’t think Yamcha owns any…” he gave him an uncomfortable look before continuing.

“So, if you wanna sleep in an actual bed, then you can sleep in mine with me. Of course you can take the couch, but that means Yamcha might find you if he comes home before I can take you home. And I don’t know if you wanna be woken up by his drunken stumbling at four am.” He said very matter of factly, smacking his hands on his thighs.

They were just stood in the living room like idiots while Sharpner’s brain trained to catch up with his body, the silence filling the room so dense and heavy it felt like it was pressing down on him.

“I think I’ll sleep in your room.”

He followed Gohan up the stairs, and it felt oddly like he was walking to his doom.

—-

Gohan’s room was clean and warm, soft oranges and warm browns dotted the room. The bed was big, it had a few stuffed animals on it, but he didn’t seem embarrassed about it. There was a small desk and bookshelf against the window, a laptop sitting shut on the desk.

“You’ve got a nice room, very you.” He said, sitting down in the desk chair.

“Thanks. Do you wanna borrow a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt so you don’t have to sleep in your clothes?” He asked, holding up the aforementioned items.

“Yeah, sure. That way I can change and I don’t look like I didn’t come home.” He took the items gratefully and tossed them on the bed.

He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the chair he had just been sitting on. Next came his pants, pooling on the floor at his feet before stepping out of them, joining his shirt on the chair.

He looked up to grab the pants and his breath caught in his throat.

The scar on Gohan’s chest went right through to his back.

“Holy shit, dude…” he breathed before he could catch himself.

“Huh?” Gohan said as he turned around.

He noticed where Sharpner’s gaze was directed.

“You can touch them… if you want that is…” he said, coming around the side of the bed to stand in front of Sharpner.

He took a deep breath and reached out, but before he could make contact Gohan grabbed his arm and pulled him up onto the bed. Gohan placed his hand on his chest, directly in the center of his scar.

The flesh beneath his hand was rough and textured. It felt like it was years old and had grown with him, the skin stretched thin over his breast bone. Hell, maybe it had. He didn’t really know him that well, but god did he want to.

He wanted to know the story behind every scar and rough patch of skin. He wanted to know why his eyes looked like pools of blood and his teeth like the fangs of a wolf.

He wanted to know everything.

He looked back up to meet Gohan’s eyes, and he found lust pooling there, making the already blood red eyes look like molten lava.

Before he knew it he was leaning in, and their lips met.

The kiss was less urgent than earlier, more slow and passionate. The electricity was still there, more present now that they were alone. The power beneath the surface of his taller friend’s skin rumbled even louder, crackling against his lips.

They soon had to pull apart for air, breath mixing in the space between them.

They just stared at each other for a moment before Gohan spoke up.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

And then he was being pinned to the bed and soft electric lips pressed to his.

The room felt impossibly hot now, fire rolling betheath their skin, blood boiling at the surface. He bit down on his lip, eliciting a soft whine out of the man above him. They panted and groaned, arousal rising from just the simple act of making out.

They pulled apart again and Sharpner took note of their state of dress. Both naked except for their underwear, but he was unsure if he wanted to go that far, content to cum in his pants like the teenager he was.

And suddenly there were lips on his neck, wet kisses trailing down his body. His breath hitched as he felt a hickey being sucked into his neck, silently thanking Gohan for placing it where it could be easily hidden. His fingers dug into his scalp, yanking on his hair.

And oh wasn't that a lovely sound.

“Fuck! Please… do that again…” Gohan moaned, pulling away from his neck.

He made such a pretty picture, eyes blown wide and full of lust. Hair messed up from his hands, his face flushed such a beautiful red.

He pushed Gohan off of him and flipped them, pushing his legs apart to settle between them.

Leaning down, he decided to leave some marks of his own. He bit harshly into his neck, sucking hard and hoping it took. He ran his nails down the heavily muscled and scared chest below him, leaving little pink lines in his wake.

He experimentally ground down, pulling back to look at his partner’s face for permission. He swiftly got his answer in the form of a responding buck of his hips. He swore and continued to grind their crotches together, resuming his biting and scratching.

Gohan’s chest rumbled with a resoundingly loud growl and he was pushed off with great force. His underwear were torn off him, literally, and Gohan’s soon joined them. The feeling of his bare cock exposed to the open air was startling, and he sucked in a harsh breath.

He was once again pulled down, lips captured in a searing kiss. He could feel his long hair being pulled from its band, a hand fisting into it. He moaned as his cock rubbed up against his partner’s own.

It was different to grinding down on a girl, but it was a good different.

It was slick and hot, soft yet hard at the same time. It felt like burning and lust, it was perfection.

“Fuck… so good….Ah…”

“Glad to hear you’re enjoying it, baby…”

God why was this so hot?

“Sharpner?” Gohan whispered in between breaths and soft moans.

“Yeah? What is it?” He said, breath fanning hot over Gohan’s lips.

When they were close like this he could feel every breath. Every moan and gasp, the way his breath would hitch when he rolled his hips a certain way.

“Can we… would you want to… go all the way? Like… you know…” he said, voice shaky and unsure.

“Yeah, I know. I-I… yes. But who would…” he asked before trailing off, a questioning look on his face as he slowly stopped grinding down.

“I would… I have before…”

Fuck…

Why was the idea that the boy beneath him had possibly been impailed on some random man’s cock, right on this very mattress?

“Ok… where’s your lube?” He asked, but before he could pull back, strong muscled thighs wrapped around his hips.

“Don’t need it.”

“Gohan, what-?” He cut himself off as his hand was taken in a tight grip and brought down between their bodies.

His hand was pulled down past their cocks, right down to his entrance. It felt wet as his fingers made contact with the puckered flesh. His middle finger slipped right in and they both gasped.

“Ah… how are you..?”

“Same reason why I’ve got a tail… but that doesn’t matter, I’ll tell you later.”

He just nodded and began to move his finger in and out, unsure of what to do. He knew you had to prep for this kind of thing, but Gohan felt too loose…

Had he..? Before he came to the party?

“Oh, just fuck me, I loosen up when I’m aroused.”

And that only led to more questions, but he had a feeling if he didn’t get his dick inside of him soon he was gonna get punched.

He reached between them and gripped his neglected cock in his free hand, rubbing it against the wet hole presented to him. He tried to coat it in as much of the slick, sticky substance being secreted as he could so he wouldn’t hurt his partner.

He slowly began to push in, the warm tight heat enveloping his cock.

He felt that electric, rumbling power pulsing beneath the surface of Gohan’s skin again. It was almost too much this time, taking over his senses and urging him on.

And as he bottomed out the power exploded, filling the room with an unearthly red glow.

He opened his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them.

Gohan’s hair had turned a brilliant, vibrant red, looking like a halo as it fanned around him on the pillow. His skin shone with power and divinity, body glowing like a god’s. His eyes had turned that same vibrant red, glowing brightly in the dim light of his bedroom. His tail was bright red as well, matching his hair and thrashing wildly on the bed next to him.

This must be what it felt like to feel infinity.

“What are you..?”

“I am a god. Well, one of them at least. But that’s something for after.” He grabbed Sharpner by the throat with bruising force, pulling him down into a burning kiss.

“If you don’t start moving right now, then I’m really going to play the part of the angry god…”

He quickly got with the program and began to move. He was being sucked in even as he pulled out and slid home again. It really did feel like he was fucking a god, impossibly hot and tight, a taste of divinity with each thrust.

He was ruined for anyone else, how could he ever have anyone better than a god beneath him?

His pace picked up as he felt Gohan begin to move his hips to meet his thrusts, hips slamming together hard and fast. His thighs were burning and he was pretty sure his back was bleeding from the scratches his god was leaving, but he didn’t care.

All he could think about was him.

His touch.

His love.

His divinity.

He could feel the way Gohan’s walls were pulsing around him, attempting to milk him for all he was worth. He could feel the burn in his gut that meant his orgasm was near, but it didn’t matter how long he lasted when he would get to pump the beautiful being beneath him full of cum.

“Fuck… please… so close!”

He felt the nails on his back dig in deeper, sure to leave scars. The tight walls engulfing him, pulling him in, begging to be filled to the brim.

One, two, three more times and he came, filling him up with as much cum as he could manage.

Gohan came with a scream, cum painting their chests and sizzling on his skin.

They panted as they came down from their highs, collapsing on top of one another; no way to tell where one ended and the other began.

Sharpner allowed his gaze to meet Gohan’s own, and it took his breath away for a moment. Now that his head was clearer, not polluted by lust, he could truly see how he could be called a god.

Suddenly the divine power and devotional lust was gone, and back was the timid high school boy he called a best friend.

“So… uh… was that good? I liked it…” Gohan said, face flushing a brighter red than he even thought possible. But he had just seen the impossible, hadn’t he?

At a loss for words, he just pushed himself up and ran his fingers through the mess on their chests and sticks them in his mouth.

It tastes divine, like power itself.

“How’s that for an answer?” He smirks. He has no idea where this new confidence came from, but he loved it.

Well, ok, maybe he did have a slight idea.

Gohan just blushed and buried his face into the blonde's shoulder. Sharpner chuckled, finally climbing off of him and pulling out. They both hissed at the oversensitivity. He fell to the side and wrapped his arms around his partner.

“Gohan… What does this make us? Was this a one time thing or..?” He trailed off, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know. It’s up to you. But before you make a decision, I need to explain some stuff to you…”

—-

One long explanation later…

—-

“Shit…”

“Yeah, shit is right. I haven’t had a pleasant life, and if you choose for this to be any more than a one night stand then you would be putting yourself in the line of fire. I can completely understand if you don’t want this to be anything more than a drunken night of fun. But please, keep my secrets and the truth to yourself.” Gohan said, a somber yet hopeful look on his face.

Sharpner was in shock.

Aliens, androids, space dictators, and time travel.

Gohan had gone through so much in his short eighteen years, but he still held on to hope and love. If he went into this, there was truly no going back, and he found himself oddly fine with it.

“I think I’ve made my choice. I want to try. I want to try this, try us. I think I could use a change of pace, life is pretty boring as a regular teenager anyways.” He says, smiling at his new boyfriend.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I completely understa-“ he cuts himself off.

“Wait, what?! Are you really ok with this? You want to date a half alien prince who could destroy the planet with his godly powers because he sneezed wrong?” Gohan said in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re officially crazy and will fit right in our little pocket of hell.”

“Haha, alright, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, I know you just laid there, but I did all the work and need to sleep.”

Gohan laughed.

“Go to bed, babe!”

Gohan smiled and laid down to sleep.

—-

The next morning…

—-

Yamcha walked in the house and was hit with the smell of sex.

He looked down at the shoe rack and found a pair of boots he didn’t recognize.

He felt around for another power level and found two in Gohan’s room, one of them being Gohan himself.

He hovered up the stairs to not make any noise that might wake them up and hid his power level.

He didn’t stop hovering once he hit the top floor, stopping in front of Gohan’s door.

He opened the door as quietly as he could.

He saw a naked Gohan asleep like normal, his bits only covered by a corner of the blanket, and neck bearing a few hickies.

He ventured further into the room and burst out laughing.

There was a naked blonde boy lying next to him, completely passed out and covered in hickies and scratches.

The boys both woke up at the loud noise, scrambling to cover themselves with the blanket.

When he caught sight of the blonde boy’s eyes he fell over and started sobbing with laughter.

Gohan just fucked the human version of a super saiyan.

“Yamcha stop laughing or I will beat your ass into the ground worse that the sibamen did!”

His laugher just got louder as he started to wheeze.

Gohan got up to deliver on his threat, but winced and had to lay back down.

Yamcha was having the time of his life and it was only eight am.

The gang are gonna love this one.