Gohan walked into the room to find Trunks sitting on the suitcase in an attempt to get it to close. “We over packed again didn’t we?” He grinned. They always had the habit of over packing, and the thing was they never used more than one or two out fits.
Trunks nodded, with a grunt as he managed to get one side clipped shut. “… Even with space savers.” Sure he could have used force, but then he’d end up tearing up the suitcase much like the last time.
Gohan chuckled as he leaned over. “Maybe next time we should just take what we’re wearing…” He kissed the other tentatively on his forehead as strong hands gripped his lover’s inner thighs.
Trunks leaned back so quickly he fell off the suitcase. His hips naturally rose to the touch as his body craved more. “You know just how to make me want you at any second of the day.” He looked up playfully at Gohan.
Gohan grinned wickedly as he stood up. “Unfortunately if we don’t hurry and get on that plane we’ll miss our flight… You know you’re moms fickle about those things.” He extended his hand to help his lover up.
Trunks ruffled Gohan’s hair before giving him a swift kiss. “Yeah… Makes entirely no sense seeing as it is a private jet…”
Gohan pressed a finger against his lover’s lips, and shook his head. “Not another word, or you’ll have us here all night. And I’m not going to spend my 20th anniversary in the bedroom we sleep in everyday.”
Trunks grinned as he easily pinned Gohan to the wall. “And, why not? It isn’t like we do much in his bedroom… It is more like it gets done every where else.” It was his turn to feel the other up, but only briefly before he had slipped from the room. “Grab the suitcase.” He hollered out from the other room.
About an hour later, they sat on the decent sized plane. They didn’t have to worry about choice of seats, as they were the only ones on the plane. Already comfortable with ties undone and shirts untucked; they could care less about appearances.
Trunks slid into his husbands lap. “Nice view?” He looked out the window only briefly before looking back into his lover’s eyes. “20 years… and there’s still one place on this plane…”
“You know I don’t do confined spaces ever since…” Gohan didn’t need to continue; they had both been there. Now his hands were doing most of the talking though. He knew exactly what both of them wanted.
Trunks pouted for a brief moment. “Just this once… We can leave the door open.” He kissed and sucked on the other’s jaw line, and upper neck. “Please… It isn’t like there is anyone else but the pilot on this plane.”
“If that’s the case then why does it have to the bathroom, we’ve got an entire plane.” Gohan had started a discarded clothing pile on the floor, thus far including Trunks jacket and shirt. This had left his lover’s chest exposed. He was still rippled, and a bit rugged, but every bit as sexy as the years previous. He flicked a nipple, teasing him; hoping that if he riled him enough the location wouldn’t mater.
“Naughty boy.” Trunks chuckled, and reached over for his tie. Pressing a finger over the other’s lips to shush him before he wrapped it over his eyes. “Trust me.” He whispered into the other’s ear slowly licking the shell.
Gohan inhaled sharply. It was followed by a dramatic, drawn out sigh and a raise of his hips. The momentary friction was delightful, and enough to cause him to nod his head.
