Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Warnings; Language, Yaoi, Yuri, lemon, angst, light bondage, references to NCS and child abuse (nothing graphic though).

Notes; humor, silliness, sap, OOC, TWT,, basically every warning or note.

Pairings; Almost everybody gets involved eventually.

Disclaimer; Don't own 'em, not makin' any money off 'em.

"Denotes speaking"

*denotes thoughts*

Up at the clearing.....

Gohan and Trunks sat on a large flat rock jutting out from the hillside, side by side, Gohan's eyes wide, his face pale. Trunks' head was turned away, eyes glittering with tears as he finished telling Gohan about his future self in Trunks' own reality, and the tears began streaming down his face as for the first time Trunks revealed the reason he'd come back to stay.

"Oh Trunks, come here." Gohan said, his voice breaking, tears shining in his own eyes as he pulled Trunks into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Trunks buried his face in Gohan's neck, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, sobbing quietly. Gohan nuzzled Trunks' hair, stroking his back gently.

After a few moments, Trunks managed to get himself back under control, much to Gohan's disappointment. He had been enjoying having the other man in his arms.

Trunks heaved a sigh.

"But I have to move on. I'm here, in this place and time, and I have a lot of things to be happy for. I have so much to look forward to, and I have a lot of people who care about me, and whom I care about in return." He turned and stared at Gohan, an intense expression in his blue eyes.

Gohan's eyes widened and he blushed as Trunks pulled off his jacket, then his tank top.

Gohan's eyes widened and he blushed as Trunks pulled off his jacket, then his tank top. A sharp stab of disappointment ran through him as he watched Trunks make a pillow of his clothes, then lay back on the sun-warmed rock, folding his arms behind his head. Gohan stripped off his own shirt, and copied Trunks' position, sighing as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feelings of the sun warming his torso, a gentle breeze caressing his bare skin, and the man he wanted so badly lying so close to him, and promptly fell asleep. Trunks relaxed for a few minutes, acutely aware of the attractive young man stretched out beside him. *God! I want him so badly, but I can't do this. He's just too young* he thought. {Goku was only a year older than Gohan is when he got married you know.} part of him argued *Yes I know, but, that's different, that's getting married and starting a family* he argued back. {How is that different? Love is love. You were upset that the Gohan of your future thought you were too young, you tried to convince his otherwise, and you were only fourteen, Gohan's sixteen, stop being such a damn hypocrite! } Trunks knew the voice in his head was right, but he just couldn't bring himself to make a move on the teen. *But that doesn't mean I can't look.* he thought slyly, turning over on his side to study Gohan's naked torso, now that the young man had dozed off. A few minutes later, Gohan slowly started to wake up, feeling strange. *I feel like somebody's watching me* He slowly cracked open one eye, looking over to where Trunks had been lying beside him, and both eyes snapped open to stare at the lavender haired demi-Saiyan. Trunks lay on his side, his head propped up on a bent arm, staring hungrily at Gohan's unclothed chest and stomach. Heat flooded through Gohan's body as he saw the intensity and need on the other man's face. Trunks, unaware that Gohan was now awake, slowly, tentatively reached his hand out, plainly wanting to touch him. Gohan snapped his eyes shut again and pretended to be asleep in the hopes that Trunks might actually do it. It took every ounce of willpower he had to stay still and silent when a fingertip gently skimmed over his side. But the charade was over when Trunks' finger moved up to touch Gohan's stomach. The teen's eyes opened wide and he gasped softly, muscles rippling beneath the gentle touch. Trunks stared down at Gohan, fear and shame clearly written on his features.

"Oh...God...Gohan I'm sorry." Trunks said softly, pulling his hand back and trying to get up.

"No! Trunks wait!" Gohan rolled on top of Trunks, pinning him to the rock. "Don't go, please."

"But, Gohan, this is wrmmph!" his protests were cut short as Gohan clumsily but gently pressed his lips to Trunks', giving both of them their first kiss. They both grew still at the gentle touch, before Gohan settled his body on top of Trunks. Trunks felt the bulge in Gohan's pants pressing against his pelvis, and he moaned as his own manhood swelled in answer to Gohan's obvious desire. Gohan rolled them again so that Trunks was on top, and he groaned as the older man's hips settled between his legs. Trunks claimed Gohan's lips, running his tongue over them, and Gohan opened his mouth, inviting him in. Trunks accepted the invitation eagerly, probing, tasting the teen's mouth. Gohan moaned softly, rocking his hips instinctively, trying to find release for the ache building in his groin. Trunks broke their heated kiss to lick and nuzzle the soft, pale skin of Gohan's throat, smiling as the young man gasped in response and arched his neck, granting him better access to the sensitive flesh.

"Trunks...." Gohan groaned.

"Hmmm?" Trunks raised his head.

"Could you, let your hair down?" Gohan ran his hands through the long lavender strands, still in a ponytail.

"Sure." Trunks smiled down at him as he reached back to pull out the black band.

Waves of soft, shiny hair cascaded down to caress Gohan's face and chest.

"Beautiful..." Gohan moaned softly, running his fingers through it, gently grasping large handfulls of it and rubbing it against his face.

"Gohan," Trunks began as a thought occurred to him.

"Yeah?" Gohan looked up at him, his eagerness to please the older man plain on his face.

"Have you ever...you know.....done it..with anybody?" Trunks looked away, his cheeks flaming red.

"N..n..no." Gohan stammered, his own cheeks red. "Have you?"

"No." Trunks said quietly. Gohan stared up at him in amazement.

"Are you serious? How come? You're gorgeous!" Gohan eeped and looked away, his whole face turning red as this last sentence slipped out.

Trunks chuckled, nuzzling Gohan's neck, "Just never had the time, or the opportunity. Or someone I was interested in." He said softly.

"So, are we gonna.." Gohan began, rocking his hips against Trunks gently, gasping at the friction it gave him.

"No, not yet." Trunks said, rolling so that the were lying on their sides, faces barely an inch apart, bodies pressed together.

"No? What are we gonna do then? You can't just leave me like this!" Gohan pleaded, a hand drifting down to touch himself through his jeans. It was immediately pushed away by Trunks.

"Allow me." he said, capturing Gohan's lips in a fiery kiss as his hands undid Gohan's jeans and tugged on them. Gohan raised his hips, helping Trunks slide them down until his arousal was freed from the confining garment.

He groaned against Trunks' mouth as he wrapped his hands around Gohan's erection and began to stroke him.

"Now this I'm an expert at." Trunks murmured, making Gohan chuckle.

"Me too." he replied, his own hands undoing Trunks' pants and trying to pull them down as well. As Trunks' pants were pushed down off his hips, Gohan's hands snaked down to wrap around his length, making him growl low in his throat. They lay clasped against each other, each with one arm wrapped around the other's waist, legs intertwined, lips locked in a passionate kiss. They stroked each other quickly and firmly, thrusting their hips against each other, moaning when their erections brushed together. Suddenly both of them cried out, their cries muffled by each other's lips, as they came violently, shooting their seed over each other's chests and stomachs, bodies shaking, chests heaving as they broke the kiss to touch their foreheads together, staring into each other's eyes, gasping for breath. After a few moments, Trunks pulled Gohan to him, hugging him tightly. And it was then that the two of them noticed the sticky mess on their chests and stomachs.

"Oh man! What are we gonna do?" Trunks said, eyes wide, cheeks red, "We can't go back to the house like this!"

Gohan burst out laughing at the look on his face. "Don't worry about it, there's a creek just beyond those trees," He pointed. "We'll just go get cleaned up there, and then we can go home for lunch."

"Great! Let's go, I'm getting kind of hungry." Trunks hopped down off the rock, and as Gohan followed, Trunks spun and draped an arm around his shoulders, kissing him gently, before they made their way to the creek.

To be continued........