Just the once: part five
Part five:
Sex therapy...
(or the point where I disappoint everyone by forgoing logical plot development for porn)
It was afternoon, it was their last day and Goku wasn’t happy. Gojyo had tried almost everything and while the alcohol and resultant hangover had been distracting, the drugs hadn’t worked. They’d just made him worse. At least the pouting was cute. Not that he’d ever admit that because he quite liked having testicles. He was beginning to be sorry that they’d done a runner though, especially now that he had to live with Captain Freakout while he was waiting for the other two to catch up.
He might have said that last bit out loud.
Goku glared at him.
“Look, do you want to talk about this?” Sighed Gojyo.
“I feel like my skin is full of needles, I don’t want to talk.” The boy gritted out.
“You can’t go on like this, we can go and look for him instead then you won’t have to wait.” He tried.
“No, I can’t go to him. He has to find m- us.” Goku stood up and started pacing.
Gojyo tried to ignore the fact that some of their best sex had come from him pacing.
“Are you worried that he won’t be bothered to come look for you?” Said Gojyo, “Because it’s probably in our best interests that he doesn’t, so we can talk to him after he calms down.”
Goku continued to pace.
“Goku...”
“I can’t tell how he’s feeling anymore Gojyo, there’s just silence...” Goku pursed his lips together.
Gojyo liked it when he pursed his lips together.
Goku’s face twisted.
Gojyo liked it when his face twisted.
Gojyo stood up. He crossed the distance between them in two steps, then he curled his hand into Goku’s hair and drew him close.
“Here’s what’s going to happen Goku,” He whispered and Goku melted, relieved, into his embrace, “You’re going to suck my cock and I’m going to fuck your mouth and then your ass because I know you want it.”
Goku gasped.
“And I’m going to make it good and I’m going to make it slow because I haven’t had a few days worth of Sanzo like you’ve had this time.” Gojyo kissed Goku gently on the lips, “That sounds good, doesn’t it?”
Goku fumbled for his zipper, “Yeah, yeah sounds good.”
Gojyo lent back against the wall and helped Goku pop the top button on his jeans. He used the hand still in Goku’s hair to guide him onto his knees. Gojyo was already getting hard by the time Goku closed one hand on his erection and the other on his hip. Goku licked a long stripe up his cock and paused to tongue the head. Then he started to slip his mouth over it, slowly stretching his lips around Gojyo’s thick length. Gojyo started to push him down, slowly, so slowly, thanking the heavens that Goku didn’t really have a gag reflex.
Goku’s mouth was warm and wet and inviting. Even more so when he really started to suck. Gojyo moaned aloud when Goku hummed a little around his cock. He let it happen, let it soak in for a few long moments. Then he cradled Goku’s face in his hands and started to thrust softly. Goku moaned this time and when Gojyo looked down he could see Goku’s erection even through the thick material of his trousers.
“That’s it babe, it’s so good.” He whispered, “I’m going to come soon, I’m going to come in your pretty mouth.”
Goku’s hand clenched his hip harder.
“Suck it, like that, yeah.” Gojyo groaned.
Goku’s mouth was stretched taut and saliva was beginning to slide down his chin as he forced his jaw to relax. Gojyo allowed his hips to pump with a little more force, keeping his hands gentle. He slid his cock in further and further, until he could feel the back of Goku’s throat against the head of his prick. Goku looked up at him with his golden irises almost invisible around blown black pupils.
“Shit.” Whispered Gojyo, then he came.
Goku swallowed most of it but Gojyo’s cock slipped free of his mouth, just as the last pulses of his orgasm ran through. Cum hit Goku’s mouth as he panted softly. He raised his tongue to his lips.
“God you’re sexy,” Gojyo said, voice dropping low.
Gojyo almost fell to his knees, still cupping Goku’s face. He pulled the younger man towards him, until he was astride Gojyo’s thighs and lapped at his cum-covered lips. Goku started to grind down, desperate for friction.
Gojyo thrust his hand into Goku’s pants and hurriedly jerked him off. He watched Goku’s face as he pulled on his cock. Goku looked so good when he was about to come. His acrobatic body twisted beautifully when Gojyo squeezed him, stretched him, fucked him... It made him wonder why so few people noticed. Although, next to beautiful, thorny vines and poisonous violet flowers, a sunflower tended to be overlooked for its unabashed cheerfulness. As if being happy meant you lacked depth.
He was thinking in flower metaphors.
The minute this stupid trip was over he was going to find Goku some nice boy to spend time with.
And now he’d turned into his incestuous aunt, too, apparently.
He stuck his tongue down Goku’s throat and he came in a glorious, spasming mess. Gojyo sucked his neck while he panted, slowing getting his breath back.
“Gojyo, keep doing that, feels nice.” Goku mumbled, basking in the afterglow.
So Gojyo tried to kiss it better. With tongue.
Goku had never had particularly strong feelings about the rain. When he’d been in his cave for all those long years, rain had made him wet and cold but it had also brought new growth on the plants along with interesting insects and animals to look at. After he’d left the cave the rain had become something to play in. Slowly, probably because he was a little slow himself, he’d started to realise that Sanzo didn’t feel the same way. The more he tried to be help when the rains came, the more he started to feel his sun’s pain. Hakkai had told him that he was feeling empathy.
A long buried part of Goku knew what empathy was and knew that he was going far beyond it. Empathy didn’t make you see people die that you’d never met before. It didn’t keep you awake, seeing someone you loved hurt over and again.
Goku was always very relieved when the rain stopped.
“Hey Goku, want to pop your cherry?”
He’d presumed Gojyo was making fun of him and he had been kind of right there. He just hadn’t realised that he was being serious as well until he’d started blowing him on the cheap, foam mattress that the inn provided. It had been a bad night and Sanzo had been in a killer mood. It had been beginning to drive Goku crazy, being able to feel all that pain and not being able to do anything about it. At least, nothing that the monk would accept. So it came as a surprise that having sex with Gojyo made him feel... better. It made the feelings, the visions, the taste of fear go away. Gojyo’s fingers, clearly not as experienced with that type of sex as he thought he was, flexing inside him thickly and a little rough, grounded him. It was like being under earth. He felt insulated, like he was being kept under great pressure and intense heat.
When Gojyo finally pushed his way inside him, slowly burning a trail that he’d feel for days, Goku lost coherent thought altogether. Then he realised that as much as Gojyo liked to have sex, he also liked to see other people enjoy it too. Like, really liked to see other people enjoy it. Goku probably wouldn’t have pushed him off had he decided otherwise. Instead, after he’d acted like a total perv, he slept in the same bed with him. Goku had fallen asleep too, feeling sore, a little lonely and more at peace than he had in months.
Sex therapy...
(or the point where I disappoint everyone by forgoing logical plot development for porn)
It was afternoon, it was their last day and Goku wasn’t happy. Gojyo had tried almost everything and while the alcohol and resultant hangover had been distracting, the drugs hadn’t worked. They’d just made him worse. At least the pouting was cute. Not that he’d ever admit that because he quite liked having testicles. He was beginning to be sorry that they’d done a runner though, especially now that he had to live with Captain Freakout while he was waiting for the other two to catch up.
He might have said that last bit out loud.
Goku glared at him.
“Look, do you want to talk about this?” Sighed Gojyo.
“I feel like my skin is full of needles, I don’t want to talk.” The boy gritted out.
“You can’t go on like this, we can go and look for him instead then you won’t have to wait.” He tried.
“No, I can’t go to him. He has to find m- us.” Goku stood up and started pacing.
Gojyo tried to ignore the fact that some of their best sex had come from him pacing.
“Are you worried that he won’t be bothered to come look for you?” Said Gojyo, “Because it’s probably in our best interests that he doesn’t, so we can talk to him after he calms down.”
Goku continued to pace.
“Goku...”
“I can’t tell how he’s feeling anymore Gojyo, there’s just silence...” Goku pursed his lips together.
Gojyo liked it when he pursed his lips together.
Goku’s face twisted.
Gojyo liked it when his face twisted.
Gojyo stood up. He crossed the distance between them in two steps, then he curled his hand into Goku’s hair and drew him close.
“Here’s what’s going to happen Goku,” He whispered and Goku melted, relieved, into his embrace, “You’re going to suck my cock and I’m going to fuck your mouth and then your ass because I know you want it.”
Goku gasped.
“And I’m going to make it good and I’m going to make it slow because I haven’t had a few days worth of Sanzo like you’ve had this time.” Gojyo kissed Goku gently on the lips, “That sounds good, doesn’t it?”
Goku fumbled for his zipper, “Yeah, yeah sounds good.”
Gojyo lent back against the wall and helped Goku pop the top button on his jeans. He used the hand still in Goku’s hair to guide him onto his knees. Gojyo was already getting hard by the time Goku closed one hand on his erection and the other on his hip. Goku licked a long stripe up his cock and paused to tongue the head. Then he started to slip his mouth over it, slowly stretching his lips around Gojyo’s thick length. Gojyo started to push him down, slowly, so slowly, thanking the heavens that Goku didn’t really have a gag reflex.
Goku’s mouth was warm and wet and inviting. Even more so when he really started to suck. Gojyo moaned aloud when Goku hummed a little around his cock. He let it happen, let it soak in for a few long moments. Then he cradled Goku’s face in his hands and started to thrust softly. Goku moaned this time and when Gojyo looked down he could see Goku’s erection even through the thick material of his trousers.
“That’s it babe, it’s so good.” He whispered, “I’m going to come soon, I’m going to come in your pretty mouth.”
Goku’s hand clenched his hip harder.
“Suck it, like that, yeah.” Gojyo groaned.
Goku’s mouth was stretched taut and saliva was beginning to slide down his chin as he forced his jaw to relax. Gojyo allowed his hips to pump with a little more force, keeping his hands gentle. He slid his cock in further and further, until he could feel the back of Goku’s throat against the head of his prick. Goku looked up at him with his golden irises almost invisible around blown black pupils.
“Shit.” Whispered Gojyo, then he came.
Goku swallowed most of it but Gojyo’s cock slipped free of his mouth, just as the last pulses of his orgasm ran through. Cum hit Goku’s mouth as he panted softly. He raised his tongue to his lips.
“God you’re sexy,” Gojyo said, voice dropping low.
Gojyo almost fell to his knees, still cupping Goku’s face. He pulled the younger man towards him, until he was astride Gojyo’s thighs and lapped at his cum-covered lips. Goku started to grind down, desperate for friction.
Gojyo thrust his hand into Goku’s pants and hurriedly jerked him off. He watched Goku’s face as he pulled on his cock. Goku looked so good when he was about to come. His acrobatic body twisted beautifully when Gojyo squeezed him, stretched him, fucked him... It made him wonder why so few people noticed. Although, next to beautiful, thorny vines and poisonous violet flowers, a sunflower tended to be overlooked for its unabashed cheerfulness. As if being happy meant you lacked depth.
He was thinking in flower metaphors.
The minute this stupid trip was over he was going to find Goku some nice boy to spend time with.
And now he’d turned into his incestuous aunt, too, apparently.
He stuck his tongue down Goku’s throat and he came in a glorious, spasming mess. Gojyo sucked his neck while he panted, slowing getting his breath back.
“Gojyo, keep doing that, feels nice.” Goku mumbled, basking in the afterglow.
So Gojyo tried to kiss it better. With tongue.
Goku had never had particularly strong feelings about the rain. When he’d been in his cave for all those long years, rain had made him wet and cold but it had also brought new growth on the plants along with interesting insects and animals to look at. After he’d left the cave the rain had become something to play in. Slowly, probably because he was a little slow himself, he’d started to realise that Sanzo didn’t feel the same way. The more he tried to be help when the rains came, the more he started to feel his sun’s pain. Hakkai had told him that he was feeling empathy.
A long buried part of Goku knew what empathy was and knew that he was going far beyond it. Empathy didn’t make you see people die that you’d never met before. It didn’t keep you awake, seeing someone you loved hurt over and again.
Goku was always very relieved when the rain stopped.
“Hey Goku, want to pop your cherry?”
He’d presumed Gojyo was making fun of him and he had been kind of right there. He just hadn’t realised that he was being serious as well until he’d started blowing him on the cheap, foam mattress that the inn provided. It had been a bad night and Sanzo had been in a killer mood. It had been beginning to drive Goku crazy, being able to feel all that pain and not being able to do anything about it. At least, nothing that the monk would accept. So it came as a surprise that having sex with Gojyo made him feel... better. It made the feelings, the visions, the taste of fear go away. Gojyo’s fingers, clearly not as experienced with that type of sex as he thought he was, flexing inside him thickly and a little rough, grounded him. It was like being under earth. He felt insulated, like he was being kept under great pressure and intense heat.
When Gojyo finally pushed his way inside him, slowly burning a trail that he’d feel for days, Goku lost coherent thought altogether. Then he realised that as much as Gojyo liked to have sex, he also liked to see other people enjoy it too. Like, really liked to see other people enjoy it. Goku probably wouldn’t have pushed him off had he decided otherwise. Instead, after he’d acted like a total perv, he slept in the same bed with him. Goku had fallen asleep too, feeling sore, a little lonely and more at peace than he had in months.