Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reach Out and Touch Someone ❯ Chapter 3
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By: dharmaserenity 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anyone want a job taking minutes at this Board Meeting?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE, PART 3 (not so short anymore)
Title: REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE,part 3. (not so short anymore)
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY (Jana)
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, This is a Plot? What Plot??! If I ever saw one.
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Trunks dominant
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : m/m sex, graphic sex, phone sex
Spoilers : This takes place some time after DBZ.
Notes : saddened by finishing my other story, I needed to get this out of my system. I'm going to have to write
something else not Gohan x Trunks related next or I might just lose my mind. LOL
Feedback : Please let me know what you think. Do you think this is going anywhere.
Do you want it to go somewhere?? Let me know. I'll only write further chapters if there is a desire for more! :)
Gohan greeted Videl by taking from her the numerous packages she had with her as she entered. She giggled, giving
him a "look at how much I spent!" look. He smiled at her, still flushed from earlier. As he made his way over to
the kitchen to put the packages down, Trunks exited the bathroom, the sound of a toilet flushing as he opened the
door.
Videl looked at him in surprise. "Hello Trunks! What brings you here?"
Trunks smiled at her winningly. "I couldn't tear myself away from your husband."
They both turned towards the kitchen in response to the loud sound of a plastic bag full of groceries hitting the
floor.
Videl turned back towards Trunks, laughing. "Oops!"
Trunks winked at her.
"No, really? Why are you here? Not that I mind. In fact, it's quite nice to see you." She smiled at him, her blue
eyes dancing.
Trunks smirked. "Well, actually," and then Trunks turned towards Gohan as he re-entered the room, fiery red splotches
on his white cheeks, dangerous, angry eyes piercing at him, "I came over to see if Gohan would be interested in helping
out with a project at Capsule Corp." He then smiled at Gohan, almost daring him to argue. "I need someone to crunch
some statistics for us and it would be great if he came to the Board meeting tomorrow."
Gohan, speechless, just let Videl talk.
"Oh Gohan! That would be great. We could use the money." Then she looked at Trunks, a devilish smirk on her face,
"There is money, right?"
Trunks laughed. "Yes! There is money." And then to Gohan, "And a few perks to boot!"
Gohan reddened further. Trunks thought it looked adorable, but knew that Gohan's face would give something away if
they weren't careful. Then he thought, hmm, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.
He decided to really toy with Gohan. Taking Videl's arm in tow, "Videl, you need to get that husband of yours to
buy you more expensive things. He's way too much like his father. He takes you for granted." With the last,
Trunks leaned in, letting Videl feel his body. He made his smile extra sweet. Videl just smiled, not really
knowing what was going on, but responding to Trunk's closeness nonetheless.
Gohan saw and felt blood rise to his face, this time in anger. He barely could control the anger in his voice as he
said, "Trunks, I think you should leave now."
Videl, knowing her husband, spun around. "Gohan! What's with you? He's only teasing." She looked a little surprised
and disappointed by Gohan's behavior. She looked at Trunks, who merely had an innocent, hurt look on his face.
Trunks even pouted slightly.
Gohan wanted to punch him in his face. What the fuck is he doing!? He thought.
"Look, folks. I've got to go. See you tomorrow Gohan? Or am I going to tell Videl what really happened here earlier?"
Trunks winked at Videl. She laughed in response. Gohan felt all the blood leave his face.
"Well?" Trunks turned to face Gohan so only he could see his face. The look he gave Gohan was unmistakable. If Gohan
didn't say yes, Trunks WOULD tell.
Gohan, stammering, "Umm, yes. I'll be there." Then, almost in a defeated tone, "What time?"
Videl laughed. "You two!" She then left for the kitchen, calling out to Trunks, "Nice to see you again Trunks. Don't
be a stranger!"
"I don't plan to!" he called back.
He then turned towards a seething Gohan. Before Gohan could lash him with his tongue, Trunks said, "I will tell, Gohan.
Unless you come tomorrow." Gohan felt like he was in high school again. Why did people always blackmail him!?
Through gritted teeth, "I said I'll be there."
* * *
The meeting was the usual bore that these Board Meetings were. Trunks smirked thinking of the excuse Bulma had come up
with to avoid this one. She had toyed with letting Vegeta loose on the stodgy, old stockholders, just to shake things
up, but the last time she did that, a crystal decanter of water was hurled with great force at the large scenic window.
She decided that Trunks would have to face the mob alone.
But Trunks had his distraction there in the form of an angry looking Gohan. Sure, Gohan put on his best face when he
was asked what he thought about some of the plans being proposed, but every time his eyes would meet Trunks, they'd
flare just slightly, letting Trunks know that Gohan was not at all pleased by his behavior the day before.
Trunks decided to punish him for it.
They sat across from each other. It was the smaller conference room since only 10 Board Members had rsvp'd. Gohan
was less than 3 feet away from Trunks.
Giving a report, Trunks slipped off one of his shoes. He then, continuing with his report, placed his foot squarely
on Gohan's package.
Gohan sat up straighter, looking at the table, trying not to squirm. His hand, shaking slightly, reached for his glass
of water.
While speaking, Trunks looked at all about him and when his eyes traveled over Gohan's face, he saw red splotches of heat
on his pale cheeks. Trunks fought the urge to smirk.
"I feel that with this plan, if we implement it by the end of January, we could continue our climb this quarter."
Trunks was asked a question by one of the stockholders, and as he listened, he massaged his toes against Gohan, feeling
with satisfaction, the erection building there. He used his larger toe, through his sock, through Gohan's pants and
boxers, to trail up and down Gohan's shaft. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Gohan was maintaining
control, but still, sensing Gohan's ki, he could feel a rise in Gohan's blood pressure, a quickening of his pulse
and a growing need.
Trunks began answering that question, rubbing his toes and the ball of his foot back and forth against Gohan's bulge.
Trunks almost had to retrace his thoughts when he felt Gohan, ever so slightly, push himself against his foot.
One stockholder then started to ask a question directed at Gohan and Trunks thought it best to let him answer without
torment, so removed his foot. Trunks could feel his own breathing pick up, wanting to just call this meeting to an
end so that he could satisfy his need. Trunks drank a cool glass of water and willed his erection to go away. He
realized if he continued with this, both he and Gohan would have enormous and obvious bulges when it came time to
shake everyone's hand goodbye. That wouldn't be good. Bulma would kill him.
They continued the meeting for another half hour. Only now and then would Trunks give Gohan a secret smile. The other
man would look away quickly, pretending to listen to someone speaking.
The meeting was adjourned and both men spoke in private groups with various Board Members here or there. The whole
time though, Trunks made sure that he was positioned between Gohan and the door. He was NOT going to let Gohan sneak
past him with a quick "Bye! Gotta run!"
Gohan did try to leave but Trunks said, "Gohan, before you leave I need to speak with you. Can you hold up?" Gohan
didn't know what to say, feeling overwhelmed by the whole experience, so just nodded meekly and waited. He looked
out the window, wishing that he were anywhere else. He could still feel a quickened pulse in his genitals from Trunks
earlier' contact.
Trunks said good-bye to the last Board Member and closed the conference room door. He then, without saying a word,
walked with purpose towards Gohan.
He pressed his palm eagerly to Gohan's bulge and could feel it flicker in response instantly. He kissed Gohan hungrily,
Gohan breathing very fast. Gohan tried to break away, but Trunks only pressed his palm against him even harder.
Gohan felt a delicious feeling in his loins at the contact, the taste of Trunks' soft tongue, the smell of shampoo
and soap still fresh on the younger man.
Gohan, hand shaking, reached down to stroke Trunks' through his trousers. Trunks pressed into him, biting at Gohan's
lips, causing Gohan to gasp. Trunks started to bury his other hand in Gohan's thick hair.
Trunks broke away quickly when he heard high-heeled shoes approach the conference room from outside. Gohan turned around
quickly to look out the window again, smoothing his disheveled hair down as he did so.
Trunks sat down in his chair, continuing on with a made up business conversation as his Assistant entered to start
clearing up the papers left after the meeting.
Gohan gave the answers he needed, all the while willing his body to calm down. Trunks, made some chit chat with his
Assistant as she gathered up everything, looking calm and collected. Trunks felt his hard on calm down enough so
that he could get up again. As he did, he asked if Gohan wanted to join him for lunch. Gohan didn't feel that he
could refuse.
* * *
In the car, Trunks said little, but his hand continued to do things to Gohan through his pants. Gohan's head was
thrown back as he moaned, not caring if people in other cars traveling the same road could see him. Trunks managed
to navigate his way through traffic, but couldn't wait to stop. He found himself driving through some of the seedier
spots in town. He saw a bar that had a notorious reputation, and thought, why not. He pulled over and parked.
Gohan opened his eyes again to see his surroundings. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to get up and walk, but he saw
the urgency with which Trunks got up and out of the car. He knew he had to follow.
Gohan saw where Trunks was going, and was momentarily taken aback. Trunks turned around to face him.
"Come on."
Gohan followed Trunks in.
* * *
The bar was very dark with loud music playing - Depeche Mode. There were quite a few men inside and all seemed to be
either paired off, or there to eye others. Whether they were paired off or not, all the men turned to regard the
newcomers. Trunks realized that he had to make things perfectly clear and fast, so he grabbed Gohan's hand and
pulled him to the bar. He then put his legs between Gohan's legs as they sat together. It was a message to everyone
else - he's mine.
Trunks asked for two martinis, up and dirty. He didn't like to drink much, but thought it best that Gohan relax.
Gohan looked around nervously. Men, every now and again, came from back rooms. They would them settle up at the
bar and leave.
Trunks started to kiss Gohan and Gohan, out in public, felt like pulling away.
Trunks, having to yell to be heard above PERSONAL JESUS, "Gohan, stop worrying and kiss me." Gohan, despite his
self-restraint, was feeling the excitement of being in such an environment with Trunks. Trunks' knee was also
pressing into his bulge. He gave in and kissed Trunks hungrily. When he broke away, he could see every man in his
line of view looking at them with unabashed interest. Trunks kissed him back again, and put his hand down to cup Gohan.
The bartender gave them their drinks and leaned in to interrupt their kiss. "Back rooms are $10."
Trunks broke away, and without looking away from Gohan, took a $20 out of his wallet and placed it on the bar, for the
drinks, and the back room. He then grabbed his martini and walked towards the rooms. Gohan, not wanting to be left
alone, followed immediately.
The room didn't have a bed or anything. It was really just a room with some piping leading up to the ceiling. It was
lit in a red light. There was a mirror against one wall. It was seedy and smelled a little, but Trunks didn't care.
There was a small table for them to put their drinks down. Trunks then pulled at Gohan's clothes, wanting to tear
them to shreds. Gohan kissed Trunks hungrily, the whole afternoon just getting to him -- he needed release and bad.
Trunks got down on his knees and undid Gohan's pants. He pushed aside Gohan's shirt, and yanked down Gohan's boxers.
He took Gohan's hot need into his mouth and heard Gohan moan loudly above him. Gohan rocked into Trunks face, and
Trunks had to hold him still to prevent himself from choking. Gohan tasted salty. Gohan was so hard, that Trunks
knew it must have been almost painful for him. Trunks knew the feeling.
With Gohan's cock still in his mouth, he stuck a finger in as well to get it wet. He then dug it into Gohan, Gohan
gasping. Trunks did this a few more times, letting Gohan know what he intended on doing to satisfy his own need.
When he felt Gohan was getting close to coming, he quickly stood up, turning Gohan around, his face to the wall.
Gohan braced himself against the wall, a little afraid, but knowing he was going to do this. He spread his legs
and could already feel Trunks' hot cock pressed against his opening. He pushed against Trunks's cock and could feel
Trunks begin to slip in. Trunks started to moan, and without warning, shoved himself all the way in. Gohan fought
the urge to scream in hot, searing pain, his eyes tightly shut. He bit his lip, willing the pain to go away, but his
body tightened against Trunks nonetheless. Trunks got aggressive, pumping into Gohan faster, forcing Gohan's body
to adjust or tear. Gohan, feeling the first delicious sensations of his prostate being repeatedly massaged, started
to loosen his muscles against the onslaught. When Trunks felt this, he moved even faster, enjoying the hot feeling
of Gohan all around him. He knew he would come by doing it, and wanted to prolong things a bit, but had to nonetheless,
and with shaking voice, said "Gohan!"
Gohan started to respond with Trunks' name, but then heard the last trace of his own name turn into a repeated
scream as Trunks came into him, moaning uncontrollably. The force of Trunks' body against his caused his own
ejaculation against the wall, his screams echoing in the tiny room.
They both played out their orgasms, their loud moans expressing the pleasure their bodies felt. At the last, Gohan
felt Trunks' arms wrap around him.
* * *
They stayed at the bar, finishing their drinks. Gohan stood instead of taking a stool. They both ignored the looks
of invitation they were getting. Some of the looks bordered on desperation. The sex tinge to the air between them
was palpable. Gohan tried to ignore what he was feeling for Trunks. Trunks just stared at Gohan, willing him to
return his needy looks.
Gohan downed the last of his martini and looked at Trunks with purpose.
"I've got to go."
"All right. Tomorrow?"
"Trunks...no! I can't."
"Yes you can."
"No, Trunks. I can't. It stops here."
The bartender stacked glasses nearby, not missing their conversation for anything.
"No, it doesn't." Trunks gave Gohan a look.
Gohan started to shake his head. "Please Trunks, don't. Ok? I don't need this right now. You know what Videl
means to me. Please don't threaten me."
"Sorry Gohan, but I mean something to you too." With that, Trunks downed his martini as well. "And I'm going
to see to it that you remember."
Title: REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE,part 3. (not so short anymore)
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY (Jana)
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, This is a Plot? What Plot??! If I ever saw one.
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Trunks dominant
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : m/m sex, graphic sex, phone sex
Spoilers : This takes place some time after DBZ.
Notes : saddened by finishing my other story, I needed to get this out of my system. I'm going to have to write
something else not Gohan x Trunks related next or I might just lose my mind. LOL
Feedback : Please let me know what you think. Do you think this is going anywhere.
Do you want it to go somewhere?? Let me know. I'll only write further chapters if there is a desire for more! :)
Gohan greeted Videl by taking from her the numerous packages she had with her as she entered. She giggled, giving
him a "look at how much I spent!" look. He smiled at her, still flushed from earlier. As he made his way over to
the kitchen to put the packages down, Trunks exited the bathroom, the sound of a toilet flushing as he opened the
door.
Videl looked at him in surprise. "Hello Trunks! What brings you here?"
Trunks smiled at her winningly. "I couldn't tear myself away from your husband."
They both turned towards the kitchen in response to the loud sound of a plastic bag full of groceries hitting the
floor.
Videl turned back towards Trunks, laughing. "Oops!"
Trunks winked at her.
"No, really? Why are you here? Not that I mind. In fact, it's quite nice to see you." She smiled at him, her blue
eyes dancing.
Trunks smirked. "Well, actually," and then Trunks turned towards Gohan as he re-entered the room, fiery red splotches
on his white cheeks, dangerous, angry eyes piercing at him, "I came over to see if Gohan would be interested in helping
out with a project at Capsule Corp." He then smiled at Gohan, almost daring him to argue. "I need someone to crunch
some statistics for us and it would be great if he came to the Board meeting tomorrow."
Gohan, speechless, just let Videl talk.
"Oh Gohan! That would be great. We could use the money." Then she looked at Trunks, a devilish smirk on her face,
"There is money, right?"
Trunks laughed. "Yes! There is money." And then to Gohan, "And a few perks to boot!"
Gohan reddened further. Trunks thought it looked adorable, but knew that Gohan's face would give something away if
they weren't careful. Then he thought, hmm, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.
He decided to really toy with Gohan. Taking Videl's arm in tow, "Videl, you need to get that husband of yours to
buy you more expensive things. He's way too much like his father. He takes you for granted." With the last,
Trunks leaned in, letting Videl feel his body. He made his smile extra sweet. Videl just smiled, not really
knowing what was going on, but responding to Trunk's closeness nonetheless.
Gohan saw and felt blood rise to his face, this time in anger. He barely could control the anger in his voice as he
said, "Trunks, I think you should leave now."
Videl, knowing her husband, spun around. "Gohan! What's with you? He's only teasing." She looked a little surprised
and disappointed by Gohan's behavior. She looked at Trunks, who merely had an innocent, hurt look on his face.
Trunks even pouted slightly.
Gohan wanted to punch him in his face. What the fuck is he doing!? He thought.
"Look, folks. I've got to go. See you tomorrow Gohan? Or am I going to tell Videl what really happened here earlier?"
Trunks winked at Videl. She laughed in response. Gohan felt all the blood leave his face.
"Well?" Trunks turned to face Gohan so only he could see his face. The look he gave Gohan was unmistakable. If Gohan
didn't say yes, Trunks WOULD tell.
Gohan, stammering, "Umm, yes. I'll be there." Then, almost in a defeated tone, "What time?"
Videl laughed. "You two!" She then left for the kitchen, calling out to Trunks, "Nice to see you again Trunks. Don't
be a stranger!"
"I don't plan to!" he called back.
He then turned towards a seething Gohan. Before Gohan could lash him with his tongue, Trunks said, "I will tell, Gohan.
Unless you come tomorrow." Gohan felt like he was in high school again. Why did people always blackmail him!?
Through gritted teeth, "I said I'll be there."
* * *
The meeting was the usual bore that these Board Meetings were. Trunks smirked thinking of the excuse Bulma had come up
with to avoid this one. She had toyed with letting Vegeta loose on the stodgy, old stockholders, just to shake things
up, but the last time she did that, a crystal decanter of water was hurled with great force at the large scenic window.
She decided that Trunks would have to face the mob alone.
But Trunks had his distraction there in the form of an angry looking Gohan. Sure, Gohan put on his best face when he
was asked what he thought about some of the plans being proposed, but every time his eyes would meet Trunks, they'd
flare just slightly, letting Trunks know that Gohan was not at all pleased by his behavior the day before.
Trunks decided to punish him for it.
They sat across from each other. It was the smaller conference room since only 10 Board Members had rsvp'd. Gohan
was less than 3 feet away from Trunks.
Giving a report, Trunks slipped off one of his shoes. He then, continuing with his report, placed his foot squarely
on Gohan's package.
Gohan sat up straighter, looking at the table, trying not to squirm. His hand, shaking slightly, reached for his glass
of water.
While speaking, Trunks looked at all about him and when his eyes traveled over Gohan's face, he saw red splotches of heat
on his pale cheeks. Trunks fought the urge to smirk.
"I feel that with this plan, if we implement it by the end of January, we could continue our climb this quarter."
Trunks was asked a question by one of the stockholders, and as he listened, he massaged his toes against Gohan, feeling
with satisfaction, the erection building there. He used his larger toe, through his sock, through Gohan's pants and
boxers, to trail up and down Gohan's shaft. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Gohan was maintaining
control, but still, sensing Gohan's ki, he could feel a rise in Gohan's blood pressure, a quickening of his pulse
and a growing need.
Trunks began answering that question, rubbing his toes and the ball of his foot back and forth against Gohan's bulge.
Trunks almost had to retrace his thoughts when he felt Gohan, ever so slightly, push himself against his foot.
One stockholder then started to ask a question directed at Gohan and Trunks thought it best to let him answer without
torment, so removed his foot. Trunks could feel his own breathing pick up, wanting to just call this meeting to an
end so that he could satisfy his need. Trunks drank a cool glass of water and willed his erection to go away. He
realized if he continued with this, both he and Gohan would have enormous and obvious bulges when it came time to
shake everyone's hand goodbye. That wouldn't be good. Bulma would kill him.
They continued the meeting for another half hour. Only now and then would Trunks give Gohan a secret smile. The other
man would look away quickly, pretending to listen to someone speaking.
The meeting was adjourned and both men spoke in private groups with various Board Members here or there. The whole
time though, Trunks made sure that he was positioned between Gohan and the door. He was NOT going to let Gohan sneak
past him with a quick "Bye! Gotta run!"
Gohan did try to leave but Trunks said, "Gohan, before you leave I need to speak with you. Can you hold up?" Gohan
didn't know what to say, feeling overwhelmed by the whole experience, so just nodded meekly and waited. He looked
out the window, wishing that he were anywhere else. He could still feel a quickened pulse in his genitals from Trunks
earlier' contact.
Trunks said good-bye to the last Board Member and closed the conference room door. He then, without saying a word,
walked with purpose towards Gohan.
He pressed his palm eagerly to Gohan's bulge and could feel it flicker in response instantly. He kissed Gohan hungrily,
Gohan breathing very fast. Gohan tried to break away, but Trunks only pressed his palm against him even harder.
Gohan felt a delicious feeling in his loins at the contact, the taste of Trunks' soft tongue, the smell of shampoo
and soap still fresh on the younger man.
Gohan, hand shaking, reached down to stroke Trunks' through his trousers. Trunks pressed into him, biting at Gohan's
lips, causing Gohan to gasp. Trunks started to bury his other hand in Gohan's thick hair.
Trunks broke away quickly when he heard high-heeled shoes approach the conference room from outside. Gohan turned around
quickly to look out the window again, smoothing his disheveled hair down as he did so.
Trunks sat down in his chair, continuing on with a made up business conversation as his Assistant entered to start
clearing up the papers left after the meeting.
Gohan gave the answers he needed, all the while willing his body to calm down. Trunks, made some chit chat with his
Assistant as she gathered up everything, looking calm and collected. Trunks felt his hard on calm down enough so
that he could get up again. As he did, he asked if Gohan wanted to join him for lunch. Gohan didn't feel that he
could refuse.
* * *
In the car, Trunks said little, but his hand continued to do things to Gohan through his pants. Gohan's head was
thrown back as he moaned, not caring if people in other cars traveling the same road could see him. Trunks managed
to navigate his way through traffic, but couldn't wait to stop. He found himself driving through some of the seedier
spots in town. He saw a bar that had a notorious reputation, and thought, why not. He pulled over and parked.
Gohan opened his eyes again to see his surroundings. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to get up and walk, but he saw
the urgency with which Trunks got up and out of the car. He knew he had to follow.
Gohan saw where Trunks was going, and was momentarily taken aback. Trunks turned around to face him.
"Come on."
Gohan followed Trunks in.
* * *
The bar was very dark with loud music playing - Depeche Mode. There were quite a few men inside and all seemed to be
either paired off, or there to eye others. Whether they were paired off or not, all the men turned to regard the
newcomers. Trunks realized that he had to make things perfectly clear and fast, so he grabbed Gohan's hand and
pulled him to the bar. He then put his legs between Gohan's legs as they sat together. It was a message to everyone
else - he's mine.
Trunks asked for two martinis, up and dirty. He didn't like to drink much, but thought it best that Gohan relax.
Gohan looked around nervously. Men, every now and again, came from back rooms. They would them settle up at the
bar and leave.
Trunks started to kiss Gohan and Gohan, out in public, felt like pulling away.
Trunks, having to yell to be heard above PERSONAL JESUS, "Gohan, stop worrying and kiss me." Gohan, despite his
self-restraint, was feeling the excitement of being in such an environment with Trunks. Trunks' knee was also
pressing into his bulge. He gave in and kissed Trunks hungrily. When he broke away, he could see every man in his
line of view looking at them with unabashed interest. Trunks kissed him back again, and put his hand down to cup Gohan.
The bartender gave them their drinks and leaned in to interrupt their kiss. "Back rooms are $10."
Trunks broke away, and without looking away from Gohan, took a $20 out of his wallet and placed it on the bar, for the
drinks, and the back room. He then grabbed his martini and walked towards the rooms. Gohan, not wanting to be left
alone, followed immediately.
The room didn't have a bed or anything. It was really just a room with some piping leading up to the ceiling. It was
lit in a red light. There was a mirror against one wall. It was seedy and smelled a little, but Trunks didn't care.
There was a small table for them to put their drinks down. Trunks then pulled at Gohan's clothes, wanting to tear
them to shreds. Gohan kissed Trunks hungrily, the whole afternoon just getting to him -- he needed release and bad.
Trunks got down on his knees and undid Gohan's pants. He pushed aside Gohan's shirt, and yanked down Gohan's boxers.
He took Gohan's hot need into his mouth and heard Gohan moan loudly above him. Gohan rocked into Trunks face, and
Trunks had to hold him still to prevent himself from choking. Gohan tasted salty. Gohan was so hard, that Trunks
knew it must have been almost painful for him. Trunks knew the feeling.
With Gohan's cock still in his mouth, he stuck a finger in as well to get it wet. He then dug it into Gohan, Gohan
gasping. Trunks did this a few more times, letting Gohan know what he intended on doing to satisfy his own need.
When he felt Gohan was getting close to coming, he quickly stood up, turning Gohan around, his face to the wall.
Gohan braced himself against the wall, a little afraid, but knowing he was going to do this. He spread his legs
and could already feel Trunks' hot cock pressed against his opening. He pushed against Trunks's cock and could feel
Trunks begin to slip in. Trunks started to moan, and without warning, shoved himself all the way in. Gohan fought
the urge to scream in hot, searing pain, his eyes tightly shut. He bit his lip, willing the pain to go away, but his
body tightened against Trunks nonetheless. Trunks got aggressive, pumping into Gohan faster, forcing Gohan's body
to adjust or tear. Gohan, feeling the first delicious sensations of his prostate being repeatedly massaged, started
to loosen his muscles against the onslaught. When Trunks felt this, he moved even faster, enjoying the hot feeling
of Gohan all around him. He knew he would come by doing it, and wanted to prolong things a bit, but had to nonetheless,
and with shaking voice, said "Gohan!"
Gohan started to respond with Trunks' name, but then heard the last trace of his own name turn into a repeated
scream as Trunks came into him, moaning uncontrollably. The force of Trunks' body against his caused his own
ejaculation against the wall, his screams echoing in the tiny room.
They both played out their orgasms, their loud moans expressing the pleasure their bodies felt. At the last, Gohan
felt Trunks' arms wrap around him.
* * *
They stayed at the bar, finishing their drinks. Gohan stood instead of taking a stool. They both ignored the looks
of invitation they were getting. Some of the looks bordered on desperation. The sex tinge to the air between them
was palpable. Gohan tried to ignore what he was feeling for Trunks. Trunks just stared at Gohan, willing him to
return his needy looks.
Gohan downed the last of his martini and looked at Trunks with purpose.
"I've got to go."
"All right. Tomorrow?"
"Trunks...no! I can't."
"Yes you can."
"No, Trunks. I can't. It stops here."
The bartender stacked glasses nearby, not missing their conversation for anything.
"No, it doesn't." Trunks gave Gohan a look.
Gohan started to shake his head. "Please Trunks, don't. Ok? I don't need this right now. You know what Videl
means to me. Please don't threaten me."
"Sorry Gohan, but I mean something to you too." With that, Trunks downed his martini as well. "And I'm going
to see to it that you remember."