Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reach Out and Touch Someone ❯ Chapter 4

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REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE, PART 4 (not so short anymore)

Title: REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE,part 4. (not so short anymore)
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY (Jana)
Archive : yes

Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, Well, seems we have a bit
Of plot here.
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 practically ran out of the bar, just not giving Trunks a chance to say anything further. He flew home and
showered, wanting to get the memory and Trunks' smell off of his body. No one was home. Videl had probably gone
to pick up Pan and then out from there.


Gohan leaned his head against the shower wall, his eyes closed.


"What have I done?"


He heard the emptiness of his own voice and felt like crying. He gave in to it and did cry for a few minutes.


He didn't know what Trunks was planning and it scared him.


He thought about Trunks and how it felt to kiss him and his insides ached. He braced himself against the shower
tiles, much like he had been braced himself earlier, and trembling saw he had an erection.


He had never been so aroused by thoughts of his own wife. And he loved her.


He remembered how it was when they were first married. He loved making love to Videl. It was just fantastic to
finally make love and they did so nearly every day for some time. Once she became pregnant with Pan, things
calmed down a little.


Now, they had sex at least twice weekly. But they haven't since Trunks phoned him. And he wasn't sure that he
wanted to. He felt so guilty.


His hard on ached and he gave in to his need and masturbated.


When he came, it was Trunks' face that he saw in his mind.


* * *


Videl came home to find a moody Gohan sitting on the couch, watching TV. She tried to ask him how everything went
at Capsule Corp., but he was monosyllabic in his responses.


She wondered why he didn't seem to like Trunks. He was almost hostile to Trunks when Trunks was over the day before.
She had never known him to have any kind of grudge against Trunks and wondered what caused this obvious dislike.
It worried her, because it didn't seem like Gohan to behave this way. She let the matter drop, not wanting to push
him in the foul mood that he was in.


Pan sat next to him, chatting here or there as they watched TV. He was more responsive to her, even smiling and at
one point tickling her playfully.


Videl couldn't help but notice that sad look that came over Gohan's face after he stopped playing with Pan. She was
alarmed when his eyes appeared to glisten with tears.


He went upstairs shortly afterward and didn't come down until dinner. At dinner he hardly ate.


* * *

Videl climbed into bed and said goodnight to Gohan. His back was turned to her. He said goodnight too, and nothing
else.


She laid there for close to an hour, just listening to him breath and knew that he wasn't asleep. Whatever was
bothering him, was keeping him awake.


"Gohan?"


He jumped at the sound of her voice.


"Gohan? What's wrong? You haven't been yourself these past few days. And tonight... something's wrong. Tell me."


"Videl, I don't want to talk about it. Ok?"


"But Gohan, you're not like this. It worries me. Does it have something to do with Trunks?"


Videl couldn't help but notice how deadly silent Gohan went.


"What did Trunks do?"


"Nothing Videl. Ok?"


"Gohan, please. What did he do?"


"Nothing."


"You're angry with him. Why?"


"Look Videl... it's complicated. Ok?"


"Tell me, Gohan. It is bothering you. So I need to know."


He remained silent.


"Gohan, what did he do to upset you? Was it something at that meeting today?"


"Videl, please. I'd rather not talk about it."


"You're angry with him, Gohan. Why?"


"Videl. Yes, ok. Happy?"


"Why?"


Gohan didn't know what to say. He was mad at himself for admitting anything.


"Why, Gohan?"


"It has something to do with Goten, ok."


"Goten? Is that all?"


"Yes, now let's please drop this."


"What is it?"


Gohan was getting angry that Videl wouldn't let this drop. She normally was very understanding, but he didn't
realize how different he was acting compared to what she knew of him. It upset her to the point that she needed
an answer or she too, wouldn't get any sleep.


"He's... I don't know. Ok?"


"Is... is Trunks gay?"


Now Gohan froze. Videl felt his body stiffen and knew she had her answer.


"And he's with Goten. Why does that bother you? I know Chichi will be upset, but other than that, why are you so mad?"


"Because Trunks is manipulative. That's why!"


Videl smirked. "Is that why he was teasing you yesterday? I couldn't help but think it odd for him to tease you
the way he was. He was actually, being kind of flamboyant. Almost in your face. Did that make you angry?"


Gohan remained silent.


"Gohan, I never thought you had a problem with that. Do you?" Videl was surprised. Gohan was so intelligent, that
she had a hard time believing he would find homosexuality to be wrong.


"No, I don't have a problem with that. It's as I said, Trunks is manipulative."


"You think he's forcing Goten?" She asked, surprise evident in her question.


"No."


"Because you know he can't force that. Goten wants Trunks. It is obvious that if they are together, it is because
the both of them want it that way."


Gohan remained silent.


"Trunks can't force those feelings out of Goten. They were already there. Goten is with Trunks because he wants to be."


Gohan buried his head in his pillow in misery.


Videl put her arms around him and it took everything in him not to flinch. "Gohan, he's a grown man now. He has to
make his own decisions. I know that Trunks has always been a little overbearing with him, but it is a relationship
they've had since they were little. They like it that way. I know you think Goten's innocent, and maybe that Trunks
is somehow corrupting him, but Goten knows himself well enough. He wants to be with Trunks. You are going to have
to accept it."


"I don't have trouble accepting it." Gohan said through gritted teeth. "It's just... Goten, he's engaged."


"What?!"


"He's engaged. To be married."


"When did this happen?"


"It hasn't happened yet. I mean, he's engaged, but he's only told me."


"Wow. And so... I get it, you're mad, because Trunks is putting a stop to it."


"I'm... I'm just mad. It's all so confusing. So complex. I hate it."


Videl hugged him from behind.


"Did Goten do this to avoid his true feelings?"


Gohan just stared at the wall through the darkness, blankly, in misery.


"Gohan, he can try to run away from what he feels, but if he has these feelings for Trunks, they're not just going to
go away. He's going to ruin any chance at the marriage by simply feeling what he does. He shouldn't get married.
He should end it."


Gohan said nothing.


"Gohan, he will always want to be with Trunks. Trying to bury himself in this marriage is not going to change that.
Can't you see that?"


"What about Mom? What about how he's supposed to act with everyone?" Tears started to stream out of Gohan's eyes
silently.


Videl lay on her back, feeling sad for Goten's predicament.


"He can't do this just to make everyone happy Gohan. It won't work. He's got to be true to himself and to his heart.
It may hurt him and others at first, but time heals all wounds. He has to be honest Gohan. There is no other way."


"I'm getting tired, Videl. I'm going to go to sleep now. Ok?"


"Ok."


He tossed and turned for a while, not getting anywhere with his sleep. He kept Videl up too, so he told her he was
going to go out on the couch so he could watch a little TV. Videl kissed him on the cheek before he left the bed.


* * *


Gohan stared blankly at the TV screen, tears seeping silently out of his large dark eyes.


* * *


Gohan got up and out early. Videl came down to find that he had packed Pan's lunch and had left out breakfast
for them. She expected that he was going to go and talk with his brother.


* * *


Gohan drove to Capsule Corp and from the parking lot called Trunks. Trunks was in.


"I'm glad you called."


Silence on the line.


"Gohan?"


"We need to talk."


"All right. Come on up. I see you out there." Gohan looked up and saw Trunks standing at his office window.
Trunks smiled down at him.


Gohan got out of his car. As Trunks watched him, he could see how very pale Gohan was. Trunks couldn't help but
feel worried.


* * *


"I don't want you to call me. Or try to see me. Ever."


"That's too bad, Gohan. Because I will, you know."


Gohan tried again. "Please Trunks, I'm asking you. Think of my marriage. Think of my family. Please don't pursue this."


Trunks fought anger. He remained outwardly calm.


"But I'm not pursuing this Gohan. You're the one that came over, remember?"


Gohan was about to speak but Trunks beat him to it. "You're the one that called me the other day. You're the one
with the raging hard on every time I look at you."


Gohan felt his cheeks go hot.


"You make it sound like I'm the one pulling all the strings here, but I'm not the only one in this."


What Trunks was saying was too much like what Videl had said to him last night. Before Trunks could say anything else,
Gohan's voice rose in anger, "I don't care what's happened, Trunks. I just want it to end. NOW! Understand!?"


"Oh, well that's fine for you. But what about me? You want to end it. Got your bit of fun and now you want it to
finish. Well, no. I'm not going to be used like that."


Gohan looked at him incredulously. "Trunks, please! Don't make this difficult. Just let me go. Please?"


"Let you go, huh?" Trunks started taking off his clothes. Gohan looked away, wanting to run out of that office.
Trunks threw his suit jacket onto a chair and pulled at his tie. He slipped off his shoes and started to undo
his shirt.


"Stop it, Trunks. There is no way in hell you're going to fuck me. So forget it!"


"No way in hell huh? You're right! There is no way in hell I'm going to fuck you." Trunks threw his shirt to the
floor, already undoing his belt and pants. "No, Gohan. I'm not going to fuck you." Trunks unzipped and let his
pants fall to the floor stepping out of them, simultaneously pulling off his t-shirt.


"You're going to fuck me!" With that, Trunks yanked his boxers off.


He stood there, erection proudly before him. He then walked over and draped himself on the couch, gently touching
himself. His eyes bore into Gohan, who had averted his face.


"Gohan? Hadn't you better get started? My Assistant will be here in an hour."


Gohan stood there, trying not to shake.


He could smell him. He could smell the sex coming off of Trunks and it was driving him mad. His eyes brimmed with
tears of hopelessness.


"Come over here, Gohan." Trunks said this so softly it was almost a caress. He settled himself more on the couch,
masturbating gently, never tearing his eyes off of Gohan, who merely stood, helpless in the middle of the office.


"I'm so hard, Gohan. Don't you want to touch me?"


In the two times they were together, Gohan had never seen Trunks nude. Seeing him did so much to his resolve that
he felt rooted to the spot. He didn't want to go to Trunks, but felt his own heart hammering in his chest. He
wanted to yell at him, scream at him that this wasn't going to work.


Gohan stole a look at Trunks, who was draped on his leather couch, just staring at him, his eyes filled with lust
for Gohan. Gohan looked at Trunks touching himself, and felt such an ache inside him he thought he would go mad
from it.


He came over to the couch on shaking legs, standing over Trunks. Trunks got up and leaned against the back of the
couch, moving his ass towards Gohan, his opening ready.


Gohan looked at the muscular back, a trickle of sweat running down it. He put out tentative fingers to touch the drop
of sweat and marveled at the smoothness of Trunks skin. Trunks skin was almost golden. Trunks had his face turned
to him, a lavender eyebrow arched in expectation.


Gohan ripped open his jeans and pulled himself out. He leaned heavily against Trunks who pushed backwards into him.


Gohan licked two fingers and put them inside of Trunks. He saw the younger man wince, but the eagerness was still there.
Gohan licked his fingers again, this time tasting Trunks. He slipped them inside of Trunks, opening him wider. He
then pushed himself into Trunks, being a bit gentler with him than Trunks had been the day earlier.


He thrust into Trunks, Trunks moving against him. He could see the pain on Trunks' face, but Trunks grunted in
pleasure too. Gohan put his arms around Trunks, fondling his hard nipples. Trunks threw his head back, moaning
Gohan's name.


Gohan reached his head around and grabbed Trunks' moaning mouth in a strong, deep kiss. He continued to thrust into
Trunks as they kissed each other hungrily.


Trunks was moaning louder and broke the kiss, pushing frantically into Gohan's ever increasing thrusts.


Trunks pushed Gohan's hand down his chest, and Gohan, complying, grabbed Trunks' throbbing erection. He rapidly
started to jerk Trunks off, as he continued to thrust into him. Trunks threw his head back, moaning open mouthed.
Gohan buried his face in Trunks' neck, slick with sweat.


The noises that Trunks was making were driving Gohan mad. He felt the first delicious tingles of an orgasm surround
his member, pumping away inside Trunks. He started to moan loudly, and then he shuddered into his orgasm, teeth
gritted. Trunks leaned into him, and the combined thrusts inside him, plus Gohan's rapid hand beating him off,
caused Trunks to scream out Gohan's name. As the orgasm continued, Trunks said Gohan's name again, letting the
other know that this orgasm wasn't something that he could have had with just anyone.


This was all down to Gohan.


As he continued to push into Gohan's orgasm, Trunks turned his face, his mouth opened on Gohan's mouth, tasting the
heavy breathing of his lover.


Gohan wrapped strong arms around Trunks as the orgasms came to an end. They kissed long and lingeringly.


Trunks turned around, never breaking the kiss. He leaned into Gohan, feeling Gohan's spent member against his own.


Trunks was afraid to end the kiss. He didn't want any more of Gohan's shit. He kissed Gohan with everything he had.


Gohan felt himself melting in that kiss.


All thoughts of Videl and his family, were banished with that delicious kiss.


* * *


Gohan pulled out of the parking lot and Trunks watched him go from his office window. When he couldn't see Gohan's car
any more, he played with the gathered condensation on the window laughing lightly at the fact that they managed to do
that together with their lovemaking.


Trunks' face grew serious.


After they had made love, Gohan said nothing.


What could he say?


He had tried to end it. And Trunks and proved to him that he couldn't, and it was his own choice.


Trunks had made no demands, no threats. He didn't have to say that they would call each other or see each other the
next day.


Trunks just knew. He knew that even before this day was through, he'd see Gohan again.


And Gohan knew it too.


It was too late. Gohan had tried to convince himself that he could end it. And now they both knew he couldn't.


And now this shit that Trunks was somehow the one to blame would have to end. He wanted Gohan to face the fact that
it was he, Gohan, that pursued this thing. Trunks was just his eager lover who wanted him just as much.


Trunks was going to hammer that truth into Gohan's face every chance he got, until Gohan was at the point of begging
him for more.


And then the fun would really begin.