Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Time's Lessons Learned ❯ Morming After ( Chapter 10 )

Time's Lessons Learned

 

Pillow Time

 

Summary: Can Future Trunks and Gohan continue to the next level now that they've admitted their feelings to one another. What happens the next day?

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Akira Toriyama does. This story is based on the doujinshi Our Time by Manya and Minea. Thanks to Lord Truhania at Boxer and Rice http://www.gohanxtrunks.net for help and encouragement of this story.

 

 

The pillow smelled of Future Trunks. Blue lightening sizzling through the wind and leaving a tang of ozone. His entire body weighed down with sleep, he struggled to push up against a mattress that wanted to devour him. A slight wave swirled under him, and he half wondered if he was floating in a sea face down. Rationality turned slowly on like a flickering neon sign that had not yet completely lit but was getting there.

 

Shakily he shoved down, and dragged himself up out of the covers. They slid down his bare back to his waist. From the full body contact of himself to the under sheet he suddenly shivered. A tremendous ache surged up from the base of his spine, and he felt a strange stickiness associated with evaporated sweat. All around him he smelled Future Trunks, and it staggered him. Or was it the bright crisp white of the walls and white on white textured painting he stared up at. Scrubbing at his eyes with one hand he held himself up with the other.

 

"Wow," he muttered, sliding that hand up to tunnel through his own hair, remarkably in disarray. A quick turn of the head to one side saw that the sheets were all but tugged up out of one side of a huge king sized waterbed. Little wonder he had felt such resistance to getting up.

 

Concerned eyes narrowed to focus on the blurry numbers of the bedside clock. He almost panicked, then exhaled a long sigh of relief when they in fact read six AM. If he was where he recalled properly, then he was only a less then fifteen-minute flight by traditional car, and a five-minute flight by levitation from Orange Star High.

 

"Oh man, I forgot to call home," Gohan groaned, then felt a spasm of ache spread from his backside like a wave of fire. A quick shove down and he flopped over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling's textured swirls of paint. Inside he felt a gaping hole that had nothing to do with feeling, but everything to do with another physical need. The audible rumble embarrassed him, for he realized he was weak from lack of food.

 

Sensitive demi Saiyan hearing picked up the sounds of a television turned on, and the remote sound of sizzling. A glooping swish of something being poured into something else followed it. Smells of strawberry, cantaloupe, and toast mingled with the tang of freshly brewed coffee. Along with it was that same aroma of fresh stone lightening that wafted up from the sheets. Future Trunks own scent. Smells and sounds grew closer, along with the third confirmation of ki searching like a beacon. The bright blue spark crackled just in the hallway, and Gohan struggled to a sitting position. He shoved a few pillows behind his neck to prop himself up and let the sheets fall to his waist.

 

"Don't get up, Gohan," Future Trunks scolded, from behind high stacks of fruit salad, toast, and pancakes. He boosted the massive tray, the size of a restaurant waiter's onto one shoulder, then strode gracefully in. A deep blue silk robe was loosely belted at the waist, and Gohan felt himself salivate. Not only for the food, but the preparer of it.

 

"I'm starved... but you didn't have to..." he began.

 

"Gohan, shut up and help me eat this," Future Trunks teased, setting the tray at the foot of the bed. He swung himself to sit down next to Gohan, then grabbed a huge mixing bowl filled with melon and blueberry, pushing it into Gohan's lap. Eagerly Gohan eyed it, but hesitated.

 

"Well, don't be polite. you're half starving and I'm going to think that you're not ravenous like I am. We can't have you passing out in my class," Future Trunks whispered into his ear, shivering him over every inch of skin.

 

"I forgot to call home," Gohan groaned.

 

"Don't worry. I left a message on the machine."

 

You what?" Gohan blinked, shivering again.

 

"Relax Gohan. By now your mom knows I'm teaching at Orange Star high. Why are you so..."

 

"Sorry you know how my mom is," groaned Gohan.

 

"Well Chichi did speak to me on the phone early this morning. I let her know you spent the night..." said Future Trunks.

 

"Are you crazy?" Gohan stammered, shivering from head to toe. Trunks shoved a piece of strawberry into his mouth.

 

"What's to worry. She was very thankful of my thoughtfulness. I told her that I'd make sure you got to school on time," Future Trunks smiled, leaning over to kiss Gohan's flaming red cheek.

 

"B... b... but..." Gohan stammered swallowing the lump of sweet fruit. He buried his nervousness in the mouthfuls he shoveled in despite his pounding heart.

 

"Gohan, relax. She doesn't suspect anything. Besides, we can break the news to them however you choose. I haven't waited five years for you only to lose you because of your mother's hard headedness," Future Trunks said, pulling him close for another kiss.

 

"But I... I have to tell... Videl..." murmured Gohan, swooning from the brief but passionate thrust of Trunks tongue across his palate sharing the taste of the fruit.

 

"I think that's wise. But like I said, it's up to you. I know why you're worried. It wouldn't do for people to suspect something was going on with a teacher and his student. So we'll have to be sneaky," said Future Trunks with a smirk.

 

"I don't want to lose you either, Trunks," murmured Gohan, loving the feel of Trunks fingers ruffling and scratching his spiky short hair which was standing more upright then usual at strange angles.

 

By now they were both digging into the stacks of waffles dusted with cinnamon and sugar, drizzled in natural honey. High protein bacon and copious amounts of a cheese and scallion omelet followed. Gohan picked up a pitcher filled with orange juice and chugged it eagerly down while Future Trunks poured two cups of coffee.

 

"I'd better hit the shower first," Future Trunks muttered, glancing at the clock.

 

"Right, you want me to um... join you?" Gohan said quietly.

 

"I'd love that, but if you're in there I never want to come out!" Future Trunks teased, nipping the end of his nose. He then blew him a kiss and grabbed a clean towel from the chest at the end of the bed. Gohan sighed and hugged himself tightly, loving the warmth that spread over him. He felt a low rumbling in his throat that initiated a body wide blush over his entire skin, and wondered if he was glowing from head to toe since he felt that warmth permeated every cell of his body.

 

He never had felt so safe, so loved. So complete. Rubbing his hands over his biceps he could imagine they were Future Trunks hands roaming his body. Inhaling the cloud of his musk that hung in the air he tumbled into the memories of just a few hours before.

***

Cupping hands around Gohan's face Future Trunks tugged him forwards. Gohan needed no coaxing to loop his arms around Future Trunks strong neck. He eagerly opened his lips to receive the solid strong lip press that sealed off his breath. Bodies equally tightly slammed against each other, their kiss endless.

 

Gohan felt strong fingers kneading down his backbone to rest on his backside. He yelped at the strong pinch that arched him into Future Trunks, then felt another hand sliding under his thigh. Ticklish he lifted his leg, then felt the slide of the hand along its underside to pull that appendage around strong hips. Gohan didn't question the motive, he simply feasted on the taste of Trunks lips working over his. Welcoming the slide of long fingers to play with his spikes of hair, and scratch over his scalp. He wished he could tear the clothes off that confined them both. Drawing in great gasping breaths of oxygen when their lips parted, and he blinked into those deep navy pools.

 

"Gohan..." Future Trunks rasped, almost a low growl in his throat.

 

"I can't stop..." Gohan rasped back, sliding his hands along Trunks back, and under the sweatshirt that he tugged up. Stepping back Future Trunks slid his fingers between Gohan's waistband and the tucked shirt, jerking it up along with the vest. Forced to cross his arms, Gohan lifted his hands above his head and let Trunks reach and unbutton the shirt before peeling it off.

 

"I was going to ask how much you wanted to keep it, but I figure it's pretty expensive," whispered Future Trunks.

 

"Uh huh," Gohan breathed, unable to form coherent words. He felt Trunks hands sliding down the hard smooth muscles of his chest. Arching his neck he slid his fingers into the silky mop of Trunks hair, groaning.

 

"Gohan..." whispered Future Trunks, pressing kisses from one side to the other, then down the meridian of his chest and belly. Stopping before the waist, he placed his hands on the leather belt, and glanced up at him.

 

Almost whining at the loss of the hot kisses, Gohan blinked down at the lavender haired demi reclining on one knee before him. He played with the fringe of silk, pulling it up and tugging hard on it. "Why... why'd you stop?"

 

"Do you want me to continue? I'll stop if you want me to, Gohan. I don't want to push you into anything more then you want," Future Trunks glanced up at him.

 

"I... I want more," Gohan rasped, his throat rumbling. Insistent tugs on Trunks hair urged him upwards, and he then took Gohan's hands and placed them on his shirt.

 

"Your turn, no sense in me doing all the fun," Future Trunks breathed. Gohan realized he didn't have to take a passive role here. Future Trunks wouldn't break like Videl under his hands. Grasping folds of Trunks shirt he tugged, and then the garment shredded easily.

 

"Sorry..." Gohan gasped, dropping the pieces of cloth

 

"Don't be Gohan. You can be yourself around me. Don't hold back," said Future Trunks, grasping his hands and returning them to his chest. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, Gohan reverently massaged the flat planes of Trunks chest. He leaned down, kissing along the collarbone, then rubbing his hands in widening circles over the pectorals.

 

"Gohan... please... I've waited so long," Future Trunks moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his hands drop to his sides.

 

Softly Gohan nipped folds of bronze skin, then felt the urge to drag his tongue over the smoothness. It felt so amazing, that lack of friction and the tang of salty sweat that met his taste buds. Snorting suddenly, Gohan then slid his hands around Trunks ribs to his back, and glided up once more. Brining his chest so it was flat against his own, he placed his palms onto the shoulder blades of Trunks back, and devoured his lips in his hungry kiss. This time Gohan became the aggressor, probing, tasting, and inhaling all things Trunks. Fingers threaded through one another's hair, almost pulling it out by the roots, but squirming to get even closer then skin would allow.

 

Something crackled over his skin like electricity. Gohan released Trunks lips, and felt a surge of ki emitted from his partner's mouth. Blue energy washed over him like a wave, and Gohan released his own wave, matching it. Two energies, white, and blue mingled into a bright turquoise that lit up the room like noon.

 

"Won't someone notice?" whispered Gohan, sliding his hands under Trunks pants, and feeling the hardness of his backside.

 

"They mind their own business. We might be more comfortable elsewhere," Future Trunks answered, parting from Gohan. He strode towards the hallway, then turned extending his hand toward his lover.

 

"Come with me," he whispered. Gohan grasped his palm, seeing the sparkle of ki lighting up Trunks eyes and his hair frizzed a bit from static electricity. Gohan only nodded, placing his full trust and his heart into his gaze back. He smiled and nodded, his dark eyes saying all that words couldn't.

 

Leading him by the hand, Future Trunks then turned the knob on the door to his left. It flew open, revealing a ghostly white interior that shimmered like pearls in the light of his aura, but with a blue tinge. Waves of energy shimmered their light, casting a variegated pattern that resembled being underwater. When Gohan stepped inside after him, the blue water fluctuations were eclipsed by his own white radiance.

 

Opposite a large dresser stretched a king sized bed. A quilted duvet spread overtop, topped with fluffy white pillows. At least Gohan guessed they were white, but had the blue tinge of Trunks ki. Unlike what some would assume, the ki had no heat, but light, and there was no danger of exploding anything into spontaneous combustion. Rather the charged energy waves caused the air itself to sizzle.

 

Trunks hand snared his waist, dragging him forwards. Another hard kiss plunged its tongue deep into Gohan's mouth, and he spun around till he felt the collision of a frame against his knees. Leaning into him hard, Future Trunks lowered him to the bed so he lay atop Gohan's slumped body.

 

****

 

All he could hear were the cry of his name on Trunks lips and the sound of his own ragged scream mingling with it. Gohan panted hard, a long sigh escaping his mouth as he lay limply against his lover's body. Still intertwined they collapsed into exhaustion. Gohan lifted his head first to give Future Trunks a brush of the lips, then a swipe of his tongue, transferring his hot panting air into the other's mouth. Slowly Future Trunks drank in the smooch, his arms wrapping tightly around Gohan to keep him there. As he shifted Gohan whispered, "Please... don't move, you feel so good,"

 

"I am not going anywhere, love," Future Trunks whispered.

 

"I don't have the strength to move," Gohan laughed, and buried his face in his lover's shoulder.

 

"Do you want to stay?" Future Trunks asked, kissing his forehead.

 

"Yes..." Gohan answered. "I don't want to leave you."

 

***

 

"Damn," Gohan swore. He forced himself to control as he ate the remainder of the foot. Neatly he stacked the dishes before hauling himself out of bed and piling them on the tray. He couldn't stop the need to order things and clean up after himself. So when Future Trunks returned to see his partner making the bed Gohan felt a stinging slap on his backside.

 

"Knock it off Gohan and get in the shower. I left it running just for you," he whispered.

 

"Sorry," Gohan said as he rushed into the bathroom across the hall. He leapt into the shower, pushing aside the glass sliding door and letting the hot water slam against him. Future Trunks enjoyed the sight of his lover's bare ass as he exited the bedroom.

 

"Gohan you need to loosen up a bit more," Future Trunks shook his head, and then smiled in self satisfaction. Gathering up the breakfast tray he took it out to the kitchen. After he loaded the dishwasher he returned to the bedroom to select his clothes from the closet. In addition he placed a pair of corduroy pants with a button up shirt and sweatshirt neatly folded on the foot of the bed for Gohan. Then he gathered up their discarded clothes and placed them into the laundry basket for later.