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Stolen Moments	By : KawaiiHimeCeres Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Anime/Manga Dragon Ball/Z/GT and all characters in aforementioned Anime/Manga belong to Akira Toriyama. The only thing that is mine is the plot. I do not make any money off this fanfiction. I write for pleasure not for profit.

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Written on/around: 01-16-2008

Main Pairing: Gohan/Trunks

Author note: Gohan is 27 and Trunks is 18 in this story. Gohan Is a teacher in Trunks' high school.

Out of everything Bulma could invent, there were just some things she couldn't fix… Like the washing machine. She'd growl, she'd kick, and then she'd send her son Trunks to do the laundry at the locale laundromat while she called for a repairman. After all a girl just never wore second day panties.

Trunks would in turn call up Gohan because he knew his family had possibly the most laundry out of anyone. It was a couple piles that not only one person could handle. And, besides a little extra time with his 'best friend' was never a bad thing even if they knew they shouldn't be together like that because Gohan was married.

Gohan's nostrils flared at the sent of the laundry. He'd smelt it a couple days now at school. Every time he smelled it his pants tightened. He felt like a feral animal that just had to ravage the animal with that scent. He couldn't place it until that moment that it was Trunks he smelled. That it was Trunks that was driving him crazy.

Trunks looked at Gohan almost innocently as he wondered why Gohan was looking at him like he was a piece of steak. After all, they hadn't even begun what wasn't aloud. He gave the other a grin just before he turned around to start the second load of laundry.

Gohan couldn't explain himself. Even if he could he didn't want to. He pressed Trunks firmly against the washer. He'd contained himself for so long that he felt if he further did so he'd be driven insane. He brutally attacked the others flesh sucking and licking feverishly the bits that were exposed.

Trunks managed to swallow the first moan, but he knew he couldn't contain what was to follow. He felt the others swollen cock against his own that had quickly risen to the occasion. His knuckles turned instantly white as he gripped the edge of the washer.

Gohan didn't have time for buttons. He needed to taste, to smell, to feel the flesh of Trunks; and he needed it now. He tore open his captives shirt like he was some sort of savage. Certainly one shirt missing wouldn't be noticed. They were washing a dozen others that he could wear home. But, that wasn't what he was thinking about.

Trunks arched his back. Even though he wondered what had lit Gohan's spark he wanted to give Gohan exactly what he wanted. He more so wanted to feel more of his lover's touch. His eyes clamped shut, and he bit his lip. It was the last moan he'd contain.

Gohan didn't waste any time. He shoved Trunks jogging pants down to his ankles and pushed him even further onto the washing machine. He growled possessively as he unleashed his own erection.

Trunks snapped back even though he was being completely complainant. He struggled to get his foot out of his pants. He wanted to wrap his legs around his lover; to reel him in like a fish on a hook.

The seductive wiggle of Trunks hips, and tempting aroma had Gohan's mind in a tizzy. It was complete mush; there was only one thing in mind. He was on a mission, a mission to claim his lover. Inhaling that sweet, sultry scent once more caused him to growl into the others ear. He nibbled and licked the delectable flesh as he pinched and teased the rosy buds on the other's chest.

Trunks mewed like a cat in heat. His body delighted in the pleasure, but craved more. If he didn't get it he was surely going to go insane. He reached out coaxing his lover to hurry. To tell him just how much he needed him.

The thrill of the back corner; the heat of the drier was enough to slick the both of them up in a light sheet of sweat. But, Gohan knew he'd need more. Carefully, he reached in the back pocket of his jeans that clung loosely to his hips. It was cosmetic looking. He rubbed his fingers just a bit, and it was enough lubricant to slick Trunks and himself up. Praise his mother for coming up with such a kinky invention. Praise God she didn't know he knew and that he used it.

Trunks felt that brief moment of pleasure. But what seared through his spine like a hot branding rod was watching Gohan touch… No pleasure himself. He whimpered. It just wasn't fair. He craved more, need more, wanted more. He lifted his hips, and wrapped his legs tighter around his lover.

Gohan leaned forward as he penetrated his already willing lover below. It was white hot, soft, and oh so tight. He didn't know what he was saying, but he knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking of just how right this felt. That he could never feel this way with any woman, with anyone other than Trunks.

Trunks could sense the desire they held for one another in some unknown link. Some kind of link he didn't want to explain, or even know how to explain. He wrapped his arms around Gohan. He wanted him as close as possible. Between the washer on spin cycle and his lover pounding into him, touching him almost relentlessly he felt that he'd found heaven on Earth.

It was an intimate dance shared between lovers, unexplained to all even themselves. It was what felt right, what felt good. What could last for hours if they just had the time. But somewhere in the back of their lust filled minds was their clouded judgment that told them they didn't have time to spare.

Together they reached epiphany. Coating stomachs, and thighs with thick, creamy, hot, clear liquid. Still it didn't stop them until they were sure that they were both equally spent. Cradled in the other's arms both demanding air.

It was the ding of the laundry mat doorbells that caused them alarm. It caused them to collect themselves quickly. There wasn't time to clean up. Their was just time to shove their pants into place, and to try to look at least a little normal.

Gohan could still smell, and taste Trunks… He'd definitely have to take time this coming weekend for a little camping trip that was just the two of them and maybe a few forest animals.

Trunks could just grin at his secret lover as they folded the laundry. Not even he knew of the others plans.

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