Trunks looked over his shoulder and into the mirror. He turned, just so, one way and then the other, satisfied with how the jeans looked he winked at himself. The jeans hugged every curve of his, defining his perfect figure. He turned around to face the mirror. After pulling his shoulder length hair into a ponytail, he tied a masquerade mask into place, grabbed a button up shirt, and left the room.
The place was packed from wall to wall, typical for a Friday. Trunks carefully maneuvered around the people occasionally bumping into someone. An excuse me and shy grin was all it took to appease those he had bumped into.
Being able to conceal his identity with a simple mask still surprised Trunks. As much as he loved to own Crescent Curve, a strip club, he much more preferred to work the poles. There was something about the thrill of the cheers and chants and the eyes of his special someone as he danced. He also had to conceal his identity because he knew that his parents, as well as his company, Capsule Corporation, would not appreciate it. He had already been put on the spot in the tabloids for purchasing Crescent Curve from its previous owners and back then it was a simple mom and pop bar.
Trunks moaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt the cold metal through his jeans. Something about that first move made him lose himself into the moment. From years of training and fighting, he was limber and agile. He would have never thought that it would enable him to be twice as good at dancing with his silent partner.
With a final spin around the pole, he walked off stage, allowing another dancer to take his place. He hardly had time to enjoy the cheers as someone grabbed his hand and he was being pulled towards the VIP lounge. On any other given day he was able to slip quietly back into the dressing room and change into some more appropriate attire before walking the floor. He drew in a deep breath and, for a moment, panic over took him. He knew that beating the snot out of whoever had grabbed him would not be wise. He would not have been as pissed if this person would have taken just a couple of seconds to show his face.
Trunks had the breath knocked out of him as he was forced into the chair. Just about to spring into action and start swinging, he suddenly relaxed when he heard the laugh as the person locked the door. “You know you’ve got this all wrong,” he chuckled.
“Do I?” Gohan leaned against the door and grinned widely as he looked Trunks over. He would almost swear that the light made Trunks’ sweat covered skin glow. Every muscle and curve defined. He drew in a breath and growled possessively.
Trunks’ growled right back as he grabbed Gohan’s hand and pulled him forward, only to spin them around so that he could push his love into the chair. “If I was available for lap dances you’d have to request me, pay me, and do as you are doing now.”
“You’re always available when it comes to me,” Gohan grinned as he grabbed Trunks’ hand and pulled him into his lap. “You’re right. It would be a little hard for you to dance if you were sitting down.” He put his hands on his lover’s hips.
“For you I’d do more than give you a lap dance,” Trunks’ whispered into Gohan’s ear. He nibbled gently on his lover’s ear. He thrust his hips forward and bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from moaning out loud. He felt childish at how at the ready he was at the moment.
“I’d tip you but, my money is just as much yours as it is mine,” Gohan mumbled. His hands slipped from Trunks’ hips to his ass. He gripped tightly and kneaded the contained flesh and held his other half in place showing him that he was just as hard.
“If I didn’t know better I’d say we were thirteen all over again,” Trunks laughed as drew his lover’s bottom lip between his own. He idly sucked and nibbled the delicate flesh as he wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck. He simply rocked himself against Gohan.
“Let’s hope we last more than ten seconds. If we don’t, I’m going to be disappointed in the both of us,” Gohan said breathlessly. It was still a lot to wrap his brain around that they’d been together for over twenty years and that he had never wanted another but who was in his arms now.
“It only happened that quickly once,” Trunks grinned, stopped nibbling, and looked Gohan in the eyes. He moved one hand down to their laps so that he could undo their zippers and free their throbbing cocks from their confines. With one hand, he rubbed both cocks.
“Kami. Fuck. Yes.” Gohan only looked Trunks in the eye for a brief second before tipping his head back as he moaned out a string of short phrases. Trunks really knew how to work him. He was possibly that much more turned on by the possibility of someone catching them despite the locked door.
In efforts to muffle both their voices, Trunks forcefully pushed his tongue into the other’s mouth. He kissed him fiercely, possessively. He was not too keen on the world knowing his business. His hands continued to work their hardened shafts. Occasionally he rubbed his finger across the tip and spread the pre come.
Gohan was putty in his lover’s hands. He had slipped out of reality and into a world of pure bliss. He was equally as fierce and possessive with his kiss. If he had still had his tail, it would have been trashing about behind him. In attempt to help the process along, he placed a shaking hand on his lover’s cock.
Trunks focused solely on Gohan as he steadily rocked his hips to get feel he desired on his cock. He growled like a feral beast as he stopped kissing due to needing to breath.
Trunks growling brought him back down to earth. “Down boy,” he chuckled. Some might have found Trunks’ actions offending; he enjoyed it. He found it humorous as well as erotic at the same time. He reached his free hand up, pushed his lover’s bangs out of his face, and tucked them behind his ears. With the other hand, he gave a good squeeze to the cock he held.
Trunks’ next move was unpredictable. He abruptly stood up and looked Gohan in the eyes; he wore a smirk much like his father. He carefully zipped his jeans and almost instantly regretted it. Tonight was special and he hoped Gohan even knew that. He was not about to get spent on a quick, cheap thrill.
Gohan whimpered as the cold air hit his most private of areas. He was about to complain about how mean Trunks was being but he was suddenly remembering why he had even brought him in here. He had only meant to do a bit of making out, and have never expected for Trunks to really get things going. He was secretly thankful that the person that started this thrill ride was able to abruptly stop. “Happy-,” he was not able to finish the sentence for Trunks putting his finger on his lips.
“Anniversary,” Trunks’ whispered as he carefully zipped Gohan up. “Meet me at the limo in about fifteen minutes.” He had gotten good over the years; thinking like his partner. They both had. It made it hard to do anything as a surprise.
Gohan was once again brought to laughter by his lover’s actions. “Okay then,” he said to the retreating figure. He was slightly disappointed that he had not been able to be the first at being able to say it. It was, after all, why he had dragged his lover into this room in the first place.
-Fin-
