Just the Once
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This is the Gojyo/Goku fic that kind of snowballed into something else.
Just the Once.
A fic by Waterworks.
Gojyo’s done it with Goku once.
Just the once.
It was raining again, heavy drops hitting the tin roof in a steady staccato. Hakkai and the shitty Priest had holed themselves up in their room like always and Goku had yet to stop climbing the walls. Gojyo himself had nothing against the rain and he was sick of other people ruining it for him. It put him off his cigarettes.
They’d already had one screaming fight that evening because Goku wouldn’t stop pacing. Gojyo was now sulking in a corner and Goku was doing pushups. When he forgot to be angry at him, Gojyo found him fairly impressive. He was doing them one armed now, switching sides periodically. The kid had good arms for a midget.
Years spent clinically judging people by their physical attractiveness told him that Goku was turning out fine. He was proportionate if a little short, compact and lithely muscled. His hair was a rich brown, charmingly disheveled and his skin was smooth and golden. Normally he wouldn’t be thinking overmuch on male attractiveness but since swearing off women a few years ago (roughly three months after meeting Hakkai), he’d started… looking. Not that he ever acted on it but he was starting to understand just what women saw in men.
Something that had really perplexed him before.
Gojyo was fairly sure that Goku was in love with Sanzo. The younger man had an endless tolerance for Sanzo’s grumpy eccentricity and a way of handling him that no one else had ever learnt. Sanzo was pretty fucked up though, probably been messed around with when he was younger and even prettier. Gojyo saw the wisdom is keeping a certain physical distance from him. The one taboo that Sanzo hadn’t broken was his vow of chastity and Gojyo wasn’t sure if that was because people disgusted him or because he wasn’t keen on leaving his weak spots vulnerable for as long as it took to get off.
Getting off would be a good way to waste a rainy evening, decided the hanyou. Convincing his roommate was going to take work though, unless he found the right way to approach it. Aside from fighting, food and Sanzo, Goku was fairly ambivalent about the world. He had a wide-eyed appreciation but he wouldn’t go out of his way to learn something new if it involved a book.
This wasn’t books though… It was a physical activity of sorts. Goku was always up for a challenge like that, even if he thought Gojyo was a pervert for chasing skirts. He’d go the direct route, then.
“Hey, Goku, want to pop your cherry?”
Goku fell to the floor, hardwood, no carpeting, with a loud thump.
“What the Fuck, cockroach!?”
The kid rolled over and glared at him, lips contorting into a disgusted grimace. Gojyo had made the right choice then. It was much easier to get Goku to do things when he was confused and a little pissed off.
“Hey, Goku,” Gojyo repeated, over pronouncing the syllables of the other man’s name, Go-kuh-oo, “Do you want to get your cherry popped?”
Gojyo said the word ‘pop’ like it was an obscenity, rolling off his tongue and exaggerating the plosives. Goku blanched and the blushed scarlet.
“Fuck you,” Goku managed to stutter, “I’m not touching your diseased ass, you’ll give me the clap or something.”
Gojyo had the upper hand, so he let that one slide on by.
“I’m clean, monkey. Can you think of a better way to spend tonight?”
Goku honestly couldn’t but he maintained that that was because they had very few options this far west, in such a shitty town.
Gojyo found the admission highly amusing.
Gojyo walked over to him and Goku, clearly disgusting himself, backed away, hands up in front of him.
“No, Gojyo, go find a whorehouse.”
“I don’t want a whorehouse.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“Well good thing I didn’t want to sleep, what, would you rather fool around with someone else?”
Goku blushed and glared, “Fuck you.”
“That is the idea, monkey.” Gojyo smiled lecherously and tried to use his attractiveness to his advantage, moving in a graceful way he knew Goku would appreciate, “I know you’re not saving yourself, so why not enjoy ourselves?”
Goku looked towards the far wall, towards Sanzo. He always knew where Sanzo was and as Sanzo knew when Goku was pained and missing him, Goku had some reciprocal feeling.
Goku looked back at Gojyo, “I’m not in the mood.”
Gojyo slowly raised a hand to cup the back of Goku’s head. A gesture he knew the kid would appreciate. Goku softened perceptibly.
“Maybe I can do something about that,” Gojyo murmured.
Goku snorted but did not shy away this time. His curiosity had been aroused and was flashing in his eyes. The gauntlet had been thrown and now it was up to Gojyo to prove that this was worth his time.
Gojyo knew exactly how, too.
---
Goku made a breathy moan and Gojyo smirked around his dick. The kid was a natural work of art when he was like this. His inane grin melted off his face and exposed pouty lips and big golden eyes. He looked older this way but charmingly less sure of himself. For the moment, anyway.
Goku’s head tilted back, exposing a long, tan neck and Gojyo remembered that he had an itch to scratch too. He suddenly had the urge to fuck the kid, properly. To dip his fingers in the slick he had under his pillow and open him up. He wrapped his tongue around Goku’s length, as far he could and slipped off slowly.
Goku’s fingers scrambled at the blankets. His head whipped up and his bruised lips twisted into a snarl. Gojyo grinned at him, manic and high on how sure he was that the monkey would be up for it.
“I wanna fuck, Goku,” He said, rolling the words off and spitting the kid’s name like it was an expletive.
Goku glared back, “Fine, fuck me but do it before you give me blue balls, you asshole.”
Gojyo laughed a little under his breath, glad that he’d extended Goku’s education past the academic bounds that Hakkai insisted on. He reached for the lube and saw that it had rolled off onto the floor. When he looked up Goku was giving him something that was between a pout and a sneer, leaning back on his elbows and canting his hips.
“Did the monks teach you this?” Gojyo asked, a little curious and wanting to see how much he could make the kid squirm.
He snorted instead.
“I walked in on a monk and an initiate once, before I figured out what the smell meant.” Gojyo circled his hole with a fingertip, making the kid whimper, “After that I had to, to be careful not to trip over them in the kitchen at ni-ight.”
“Do you like that?” Gojyo asked, voice pitched deep and warm, as he slipped his index finger inside.
Goku grunted in response.
He felt around for a little while, watching Goku blush and cry out softly. He found a little nub and pressed against softly, just to watch Goku gasp.
“I bet I could make you come with just one finger, Goku.” Gojyo whispered, his long reach allowing him to lean in close.
Goku twisted in response, hips undulating and his cock heavy and purple.
Gojyo pushed another finger in, slowly starting to scissor them and rotate them around. With his free hand he awkwardly reached down to cup Goku’s balls, rolling gently. He started to slip his fingers in and out, in and out. Showing the other man just what he was going to do, allowing him to rock his hips a little in time to the thrusts. He kept away from Goku’s prostate, now desperate to feel the younger man coming around him. Goku winced as he added a third finger.
“Y’re hurting me, jerk.”
“No pain, no gain, half pint.”
Goku growled again and leant back, panting softly and glaring.
“Smartass, if you’re not careful I’ll give you a bad review-oh!”
Gojyo was very busily trying to not lose his patience and bury himself directly inside Goku’s pleasantly muscled ass. He removed his fingers, grabbed a condom (he tore the packet open with his teeth), slid it on and lubed up his dick. He used his fingers to open Goku’s hole again, rimming it for a glorious moment and nudging his cockhead against it. Goku slipped a pillow under his hips, to support his back and flopped down onto the mattress again. Gojyo eased in by increments, lazily enjoying the tightness around him and the way Goku’s face shifted every time he pushed forward. Gojyo knew he was damn good at this. Every whimper darted down to his cock.
“Gojyo, Gojyo,” The kid cried out, softly like a plea or a prayer.
“That’s it,” He whispered, blood rushing through his veins like water through rapids, “Give it up, give it to me, relax.”
Goku tensed, suddenly overwhelmed by being so full, so stretched taut around another man’s hard cock. Gojyo shushed him, ran his hands up his sides, let himself ease out slowly and slide back in. Goku shivered and twitched and cried out.
“Unh, you feel big,” He whined, and here Gojyo’s dick swelled in spite of himself, “Hurts, God, I’m gonna cum.”
Gojyo snapped his hips and twisted one of Goku’s nipples because, damn, this was the first time in his life that he’d liked hearing Goku talk.
“You like it, don’t you? Tell me.”
The younger man started to thrash a little, squeezing him and Gojyo didn’t think he’d felt anything better than this tight, hot, slick ass.
“No… You’re trying to ‘mbara… Ah! Embarrass me.”
“I like it, I think you might be the best I’ve ever had, you know,” Gojyo smiled rakishly and closed his eyes, “You just open up for me, do you know how you feel wrapped around me?”
“Unh!” Goku reached down between them, forcibly unclenching his hand from the bed sheets, and wrapped his hand around his dick.
“You’re tight like a vice but you’re still rolling your hips into me, taking more of me,”
“Oh fuck.”
Gojyo allowed himself to lean further forward and press his lips to Goku’s. The kid’s mouth opened obediently for him and he slipped his tongue inside. Goku groaned low in his throat. Gojyo pulled back slightly, brushing lips and tongue over Goku’s ear.
“Come on, come on, give it up Goku, I know you want to. Cum all over me. Cum because I’ve got my big cock up your virgin ass.”
“Fuck, yes!” And Goku did cum then, squeezing even tighter and splattering them both with creamy spunk.
Goku went limp, even though Gojyo was still fucking him. The kid looked up at him, shocked and sated. He rocked out slowly only to push in as hard as their position would allow. Goku made soft, desperate huffs each time he did it and goddamn did he love hearing them. Goku’s head rolled back on his shoulders and he bit his lip.
“Gojyo, Gojyo cum in me…”
His orgasm pulsed out unexpected and Goku felt it even through the rubber. Goku reclined back again, exhaling and Gojyo allowed himself a shit-eating grin out of sheer sexual satisfaction. He slipped out slowly and had enough presence of mind to throw the used condom in the trash.
Then he leant back a little and looked at Goku’s winking hole, vaguely wishing he could see his own semen dripping out of it. There wasn’t any more than a few smears of blood, par to the course. He glanced up to see Goku glaring at him.
“You fucking perve.” He spat.
And Gojyo burst out laughing.
---
Gojyo did not repeat the experience.
It is raining again, for the first time since Gojyo got his rocks off up Goku’s ass. Sanzo and Hakkai have holed themselves up in their room, again and Goku is climbing the walls, again. Gojyo had been vaguely surprised that Sanzo hadn’t known what the two of them had got up to last time but Goku had explained it to him.
“I wasn’t thinking about him, was I?”
Still, Gojyo was again spending an entire rainy evening, bummed, bored and smoking. It kind of took the golden edge off getting laid and getting away with it without some new drainage holes. Then Goku started exercising again.
He’s watched Goku stretching like a cat, doing pushups with one arm and grimacing in an accomplished kind of way for an entire hour. Gojyo is now standing up and doing something about it. He is very pleased when Goku makes the same accomplished grimace as Gojyo pushes him face down into his mattress. Gojyo has done it with Goku once thus far.
Next part
This is the Gojyo/Goku fic that kind of snowballed into something else.
Just the Once.
A fic by Waterworks.
Gojyo’s done it with Goku once.
Just the once.
It was raining again, heavy drops hitting the tin roof in a steady staccato. Hakkai and the shitty Priest had holed themselves up in their room like always and Goku had yet to stop climbing the walls. Gojyo himself had nothing against the rain and he was sick of other people ruining it for him. It put him off his cigarettes.
They’d already had one screaming fight that evening because Goku wouldn’t stop pacing. Gojyo was now sulking in a corner and Goku was doing pushups. When he forgot to be angry at him, Gojyo found him fairly impressive. He was doing them one armed now, switching sides periodically. The kid had good arms for a midget.
Years spent clinically judging people by their physical attractiveness told him that Goku was turning out fine. He was proportionate if a little short, compact and lithely muscled. His hair was a rich brown, charmingly disheveled and his skin was smooth and golden. Normally he wouldn’t be thinking overmuch on male attractiveness but since swearing off women a few years ago (roughly three months after meeting Hakkai), he’d started… looking. Not that he ever acted on it but he was starting to understand just what women saw in men.
Something that had really perplexed him before.
Gojyo was fairly sure that Goku was in love with Sanzo. The younger man had an endless tolerance for Sanzo’s grumpy eccentricity and a way of handling him that no one else had ever learnt. Sanzo was pretty fucked up though, probably been messed around with when he was younger and even prettier. Gojyo saw the wisdom is keeping a certain physical distance from him. The one taboo that Sanzo hadn’t broken was his vow of chastity and Gojyo wasn’t sure if that was because people disgusted him or because he wasn’t keen on leaving his weak spots vulnerable for as long as it took to get off.
Getting off would be a good way to waste a rainy evening, decided the hanyou. Convincing his roommate was going to take work though, unless he found the right way to approach it. Aside from fighting, food and Sanzo, Goku was fairly ambivalent about the world. He had a wide-eyed appreciation but he wouldn’t go out of his way to learn something new if it involved a book.
This wasn’t books though… It was a physical activity of sorts. Goku was always up for a challenge like that, even if he thought Gojyo was a pervert for chasing skirts. He’d go the direct route, then.
“Hey, Goku, want to pop your cherry?”
Goku fell to the floor, hardwood, no carpeting, with a loud thump.
“What the Fuck, cockroach!?”
The kid rolled over and glared at him, lips contorting into a disgusted grimace. Gojyo had made the right choice then. It was much easier to get Goku to do things when he was confused and a little pissed off.
“Hey, Goku,” Gojyo repeated, over pronouncing the syllables of the other man’s name, Go-kuh-oo, “Do you want to get your cherry popped?”
Gojyo said the word ‘pop’ like it was an obscenity, rolling off his tongue and exaggerating the plosives. Goku blanched and the blushed scarlet.
“Fuck you,” Goku managed to stutter, “I’m not touching your diseased ass, you’ll give me the clap or something.”
Gojyo had the upper hand, so he let that one slide on by.
“I’m clean, monkey. Can you think of a better way to spend tonight?”
Goku honestly couldn’t but he maintained that that was because they had very few options this far west, in such a shitty town.
Gojyo found the admission highly amusing.
Gojyo walked over to him and Goku, clearly disgusting himself, backed away, hands up in front of him.
“No, Gojyo, go find a whorehouse.”
“I don’t want a whorehouse.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“Well good thing I didn’t want to sleep, what, would you rather fool around with someone else?”
Goku blushed and glared, “Fuck you.”
“That is the idea, monkey.” Gojyo smiled lecherously and tried to use his attractiveness to his advantage, moving in a graceful way he knew Goku would appreciate, “I know you’re not saving yourself, so why not enjoy ourselves?”
Goku looked towards the far wall, towards Sanzo. He always knew where Sanzo was and as Sanzo knew when Goku was pained and missing him, Goku had some reciprocal feeling.
Goku looked back at Gojyo, “I’m not in the mood.”
Gojyo slowly raised a hand to cup the back of Goku’s head. A gesture he knew the kid would appreciate. Goku softened perceptibly.
“Maybe I can do something about that,” Gojyo murmured.
Goku snorted but did not shy away this time. His curiosity had been aroused and was flashing in his eyes. The gauntlet had been thrown and now it was up to Gojyo to prove that this was worth his time.
Gojyo knew exactly how, too.
---
Goku made a breathy moan and Gojyo smirked around his dick. The kid was a natural work of art when he was like this. His inane grin melted off his face and exposed pouty lips and big golden eyes. He looked older this way but charmingly less sure of himself. For the moment, anyway.
Goku’s head tilted back, exposing a long, tan neck and Gojyo remembered that he had an itch to scratch too. He suddenly had the urge to fuck the kid, properly. To dip his fingers in the slick he had under his pillow and open him up. He wrapped his tongue around Goku’s length, as far he could and slipped off slowly.
Goku’s fingers scrambled at the blankets. His head whipped up and his bruised lips twisted into a snarl. Gojyo grinned at him, manic and high on how sure he was that the monkey would be up for it.
“I wanna fuck, Goku,” He said, rolling the words off and spitting the kid’s name like it was an expletive.
Goku glared back, “Fine, fuck me but do it before you give me blue balls, you asshole.”
Gojyo laughed a little under his breath, glad that he’d extended Goku’s education past the academic bounds that Hakkai insisted on. He reached for the lube and saw that it had rolled off onto the floor. When he looked up Goku was giving him something that was between a pout and a sneer, leaning back on his elbows and canting his hips.
“Did the monks teach you this?” Gojyo asked, a little curious and wanting to see how much he could make the kid squirm.
He snorted instead.
“I walked in on a monk and an initiate once, before I figured out what the smell meant.” Gojyo circled his hole with a fingertip, making the kid whimper, “After that I had to, to be careful not to trip over them in the kitchen at ni-ight.”
“Do you like that?” Gojyo asked, voice pitched deep and warm, as he slipped his index finger inside.
Goku grunted in response.
He felt around for a little while, watching Goku blush and cry out softly. He found a little nub and pressed against softly, just to watch Goku gasp.
“I bet I could make you come with just one finger, Goku.” Gojyo whispered, his long reach allowing him to lean in close.
Goku twisted in response, hips undulating and his cock heavy and purple.
Gojyo pushed another finger in, slowly starting to scissor them and rotate them around. With his free hand he awkwardly reached down to cup Goku’s balls, rolling gently. He started to slip his fingers in and out, in and out. Showing the other man just what he was going to do, allowing him to rock his hips a little in time to the thrusts. He kept away from Goku’s prostate, now desperate to feel the younger man coming around him. Goku winced as he added a third finger.
“Y’re hurting me, jerk.”
“No pain, no gain, half pint.”
Goku growled again and leant back, panting softly and glaring.
“Smartass, if you’re not careful I’ll give you a bad review-oh!”
Gojyo was very busily trying to not lose his patience and bury himself directly inside Goku’s pleasantly muscled ass. He removed his fingers, grabbed a condom (he tore the packet open with his teeth), slid it on and lubed up his dick. He used his fingers to open Goku’s hole again, rimming it for a glorious moment and nudging his cockhead against it. Goku slipped a pillow under his hips, to support his back and flopped down onto the mattress again. Gojyo eased in by increments, lazily enjoying the tightness around him and the way Goku’s face shifted every time he pushed forward. Gojyo knew he was damn good at this. Every whimper darted down to his cock.
“Gojyo, Gojyo,” The kid cried out, softly like a plea or a prayer.
“That’s it,” He whispered, blood rushing through his veins like water through rapids, “Give it up, give it to me, relax.”
Goku tensed, suddenly overwhelmed by being so full, so stretched taut around another man’s hard cock. Gojyo shushed him, ran his hands up his sides, let himself ease out slowly and slide back in. Goku shivered and twitched and cried out.
“Unh, you feel big,” He whined, and here Gojyo’s dick swelled in spite of himself, “Hurts, God, I’m gonna cum.”
Gojyo snapped his hips and twisted one of Goku’s nipples because, damn, this was the first time in his life that he’d liked hearing Goku talk.
“You like it, don’t you? Tell me.”
The younger man started to thrash a little, squeezing him and Gojyo didn’t think he’d felt anything better than this tight, hot, slick ass.
“No… You’re trying to ‘mbara… Ah! Embarrass me.”
“I like it, I think you might be the best I’ve ever had, you know,” Gojyo smiled rakishly and closed his eyes, “You just open up for me, do you know how you feel wrapped around me?”
“Unh!” Goku reached down between them, forcibly unclenching his hand from the bed sheets, and wrapped his hand around his dick.
“You’re tight like a vice but you’re still rolling your hips into me, taking more of me,”
“Oh fuck.”
Gojyo allowed himself to lean further forward and press his lips to Goku’s. The kid’s mouth opened obediently for him and he slipped his tongue inside. Goku groaned low in his throat. Gojyo pulled back slightly, brushing lips and tongue over Goku’s ear.
“Come on, come on, give it up Goku, I know you want to. Cum all over me. Cum because I’ve got my big cock up your virgin ass.”
“Fuck, yes!” And Goku did cum then, squeezing even tighter and splattering them both with creamy spunk.
Goku went limp, even though Gojyo was still fucking him. The kid looked up at him, shocked and sated. He rocked out slowly only to push in as hard as their position would allow. Goku made soft, desperate huffs each time he did it and goddamn did he love hearing them. Goku’s head rolled back on his shoulders and he bit his lip.
“Gojyo, Gojyo cum in me…”
His orgasm pulsed out unexpected and Goku felt it even through the rubber. Goku reclined back again, exhaling and Gojyo allowed himself a shit-eating grin out of sheer sexual satisfaction. He slipped out slowly and had enough presence of mind to throw the used condom in the trash.
Then he leant back a little and looked at Goku’s winking hole, vaguely wishing he could see his own semen dripping out of it. There wasn’t any more than a few smears of blood, par to the course. He glanced up to see Goku glaring at him.
“You fucking perve.” He spat.
And Gojyo burst out laughing.
---
Gojyo did not repeat the experience.
It is raining again, for the first time since Gojyo got his rocks off up Goku’s ass. Sanzo and Hakkai have holed themselves up in their room, again and Goku is climbing the walls, again. Gojyo had been vaguely surprised that Sanzo hadn’t known what the two of them had got up to last time but Goku had explained it to him.
“I wasn’t thinking about him, was I?”
Still, Gojyo was again spending an entire rainy evening, bummed, bored and smoking. It kind of took the golden edge off getting laid and getting away with it without some new drainage holes. Then Goku started exercising again.
He’s watched Goku stretching like a cat, doing pushups with one arm and grimacing in an accomplished kind of way for an entire hour. Gojyo is now standing up and doing something about it. He is very pleased when Goku makes the same accomplished grimace as Gojyo pushes him face down into his mattress. Gojyo has done it with Goku once thus far.
Next part