Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Broken Road ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.12.2010 | Updated On: 03.31.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.12.2010 | Updated On: 03.31.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2
A few weeks later, the two men were comfortably settled into their apartment just in time for the start of the fall semester. Goten and Trunks were sprawled across the oversized black leather couch flailing their arms wildly playing a new martial arts game on the Nintendo Wii. Goten had convinced Chichi to let him sleep over after Gohan had repeatedly assured their mother that he'd be better off sleeping close to the school so he wasn't late for the first day of classes.
Gohan rolled his eyes as he tried to focus on the blueprints in front of him while the shouts and curses of the two boys completely shredded his concentration. "You realize that you guys could have a better fight than that if you put down the controllers and actually fought each other, don't you?"
"Be quiet, Gohan!" Goten shouted between virtual punches.
"Yeah, this is more fun and it hurts less," Trunks agreed.
"Well, I hate to be the voice of reason but--"
"No you don't," Goten said.
"Yeah, he loves it!" The teenagers giggled at Gohan's expense.
"Hey!" Gohan was hurt. He could be fun. But Bulma had entrusted him with the task of making sure Trunks did well in school and it was a burden he didn't take lightly. He knew that Trunks would be president of Capsule Corp. one day and he knew from working there for the last six years that it was not an easy job.ÿ Over the last year, since Trunks was just an intern, Bulma had gone easy on him. But one day he would be president of the company and he needed to be well-prepared to handle the title. That training started now.ÿ Gohan put his foot down. "It's getting late, Trunks.ÿ Bulma will kill me if you're not in class tomorrow by 8 a.m. sharp."
The rebellious demi lifted his legs onto the couch and turned around to face his babysitter. "So that's how it's going to be?"he asked with a disbelieving look. Gohan shrugged. This was some position Bulma had put him in!
In that moment, Trunks wisely decided that he would have to pick his battles with Gohan and this one wasn't worth it. "Fine," he sighed. "Come on, Goten, let's go to my room."
"Okay." The two boys tossed their controllers onto the couch and Trunks led Goten off by the hand.
"Wait `til you see the view from in there. I have my own balcony you know. You can actually see campus and everything . . . ." Their voices disappeared down the corridor and Gohan heard a door close. He walked over and surveyed the coffee table. It was littered with soda cans and there was melted ice cream pooling around a half-empty carton in the center. The older Saiyan sighed audibly and rubbed his forehead, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
***
The following morning Gohan prepared to leave for work. Standing in front of the full length mirror that hung on the door to the hall closet, he noticed with annoyance that there was still no sound coming from Trunks' room. That meant that neither boy had set an alarm, and Gohan would have the difficult task of dragging them out of bed. With only twenty minutes left before he had to be at work, he headed quickly down the hall on the opposite end of the apartment. He knocked loudly on the door. He really didn't have time for this. Getting no answer, he tried the doorknob. The door pushed open easily and Gohan saw his brother and Trunks sprawled out still fast asleep on the bed.
Trunks wore only a pair of royal blue boxer briefs and lay on his side, stretched across the bed from the top right corner to the bottom left. Goten still wore his jeans and one shoe. He lay on his back, his legs spread across his friend's backside, with his head hanging backwards off the far end of the bed. Together they made a big "X" across the mattress. Gohan smiled in spite of himself. Not much had changed in the last ten years, he saw. But then, remembering what time it was, he cleared his throat and in his best Vegeta impression he shouted, "Get up, you brats, before I blast this bed into the next galaxy!"
Trunks scrambled out of bed so fast he didn't even notice that Goten's legs were entangled with his own. By the time he stood up with a "Yes, sir!" a split second later, his boxer briefs were pulled halfway down his narrow hips and Gohan had an unobstructed view of both cheeks. Goten lifted himself onto his elbows with a confused look and attempted to blink the sleep out of his brown eyes. His always messy black hair was twice as tousled as usual and Trunks' normally straight lilac locks were plastered across the side of his face. A face whose expression was quickly changing from panicked to pissed off.
"Hahahahaha!" Gohan collapsed against the door frame laughing. See, he could be fun when he wanted to be. "You should see your freakin' face right now!" Goten looked back at Trunks and slowly started laughing as well.
Trunks' face flushed as he quickly straightened his underwear. "Shut up, Goten! You know he scared the shit out of you, too!" he said, throwing a pillow at the younger Son who was laughing in earnest now that he knew Vegeta wasn't really there.
"Seriously, though-" Gohan started, trying to catch his breath, "you guys are going to be late." Trunks began dressing in silence, pulling on a white t-shirt, jeans, and his Capsule Corp. jacket. "Come on, don't be mad," Gohan cajoled his roommate.
Trunks ran a hand through his hair and it fell almost perfectly into place. "I'll get you back," was all he said, and by the sound of his voice, Gohan guessed he was already forming a revenge plan.
"Fine, fine," the older man said. "Just get yourselves to class. I've got to leave for work."
"Bye big brother!" Goten yelled after him as he disappeared down the hall. Goten pulled on a grey sweatshirt that was laying on his friend's floor and fished his other shoe out from under the bed.
"Your brother almost gave me a damned heart attack," the prince of the pair complained as they walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
"I'll fix it," Goten said with a grin. He hoisted himself onto the counter of the island in the kitchen and slid across it on the seat of his jeans. Landing easily on the other side he grabbed two travel mugs and began filling them with coffee. Then he disappeared behind the counter for a moment before re-emerging scratching the back of his head with one hand and holding a bottle of Bailey's Irish CrŠme in the other.
"Sweetheart you read my mind," Trunks exclaimed as Goten laughed, looking much like a young Goku.
"Cheers!" Goten handed one heavily spiked mug to Trunks.
"To the rest of our lives!" With that the boys downed a mouthful of their drinks and rushed out the door, mugs in hand.
***
Four hours and two classes later, the Saiyan students walked out of the main University lecture hall and into the bright afternoon sun. Goten's stomach growled loudly. "I'm starving," he said. "Let's go get lunch."
The two made there way to Sakura, a local university hangout. In no time, they had seated themselves at a table with three trays full of noodles. They had just begun devouring their second tray when two young women approached the table. "Hi," the darker-haired of the girls said. Her double ponytails bobbed up and down. "We're sorry to bother you, but, um-are you Trunks Brief?" she blurted out. The blond girl with her giggled nervously.
Trunks had gained a certain amount of notoriety in West City, being the heir to the Capsule Corporation fortune and devilishly handsome to boot. Goten was always jealous of the attention Trunks received from young women, but Trunks seemed impervious to it. Without missing a beat, he said sincerely, "No, you must have me confused with somebody else." Then, extending a hand in greeting he stated, "My name is Son Goten."
"Oh," the girls both nodded and each one shook his hand. Then all three looked expectantly at Goten. The girls were waiting for Goten to introduce himself and Trunks was waiting with an amused grin to see what Goten could come up with for a name. Damnit, Goten cursed mentally. Now if he made up a name, he'd look like an idiot if he ever saw these girls again. But if he said his name was also Goten . . . . He sighed and chose the lesser of two evils.
"I'm . . . Goten, too." He rolled his eyes at Trunks as he shook their hands.
"Hi, Goten, too," the blond girl giggled again. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Tiffany and this is Kim. We noticed you guys were in both of our classes this morning and we wanted to say hi. I guess we'll see you guys around, okay?" They waved once more as they trotted away.
"Bye!" Goten yelled after them. Then turning to Trunks, "You're such an ass!"
Trunks just laughed. "Goten, you are so easy to fluster. You could have just ratted me out, you know. But then they probably never would have left." Goten's normally large brown eyes were narrowed in a scowl. "Come on, Go-chan, my morning buzz is wearing off. Let's go get changed and go out. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Trunks attempted to make peace. Although he loved picking on Goten, he had no desire to truly upset his best friend. He slid his arms around Goten's waist and laid his head on his friend's shoulder. "I'll lend you my new acid washed Seven jeans to wear tonight!"
"Okay." The younger boy relented with a sigh. If he stayed mad, Trunks would only pester him more. "And those sneakers!" He pointed to his friend's feet. Since using his material possessions was the only way Trunks had ever known to make peace with him, Goten figured he might as well exploit it.
"Deal."
***
Gohan returned from work shortly after 7 p.m. He dropped his briefcase on his desk and sunk down into the welcoming cushion of the leather armchair. Removing his glasses, he rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted.
Gohan could hear his brother and Trunks on the other side of the apartment. Their voices were talking excitedly and they seemed to be in high spirits. He vaguely wished he could return to a time when he was as young and carefree as they were. Then again, although he had once been their age, he could not remember ever having been carefree. When he was younger than Goten was now, the fate of the world and all his friends had been placed in his hands by his father, who believed Gohan was the only one who could defeat Cell. Then at the tender age of eighteen, the age Goten was at now, he was stuck on the Kai planet, training with Old Kai and gaining strength to fight Buu. Shortly thereafter, he had married Videl and begun working at Capsule, pursuing his Ph.D. in his spare time. Hell, he hadn't even been as carefree as those two when he was a small child. Not with Chichi always pushing him to study.
Trunks and Goten had grown up in relatively peaceful times, compared to what Gohan remembered from childhood. The biggest threat those two had ever faced was Buu and, although he was a strong opponent, the boys had thought of it as more of a game than a life-or-death situation.
Yes, in many ways Gohan envied them. No doubt about it.
He was interrupted from his thoughts as Trunks walked into the room. "Hey, Gohan," he said with a sideways glance at the older Saiyan. "Have you seen my new Kenny's-they're loafers, slip-on, black leather?" Trunks was racing from place to place in the room as if he had lost his most valuable possession.
"Nope, sorry kid," Gohan said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
"I found them!" Trunks exclaimed in triumph. He pointed to the toe of a shoe sticking out from beneath the sofa. Then looking at Gohan with pleading eyes, he said, "Would you get them out from under there and put them on for me please?" Gohan opened one eye and stared directly into big, puppy dog blue ones. Was he serious?
"You want me to put your shoes on for you?" Gohan was incredulous. The last thing he needed after a long day of dealing with a demanding Bulma was to come home and deal with her demanding son. "Look, you may be the Prince of Saiyans and everything but I'm not going to bow down at your feet and put your shoes on for you."
"No, it's not like that!" Trunks insisted. "Honestly, Gohan. It's just that I can't bend over in these pants. Look!" The demi pointed to his lower half. For the first time, the older Saiyan noticed Trunks was wearing a skin-tight pair of black leather pants and a dark grey silk-cotton turtleneck; neither of which left much to the imagination. Trunks turned his back to Gohan and bent his knees. Leather squeaked against leather. "See?"
"Fine." The older Saiyan sighed, getting up from the comfortable armchair and grabbing the shoes from beneath the sofa. With a distinct sense of inferiority he kneeled at Trunks' feet and slid the shoes on.
"Thank you!" the younger man said sincerely. Goten walked into the room then, wearing a dark blue pair of acid washed skinny jeans and a pinstriped button down shirt. "Damn, Goten," Trunks said, gazing at his friend. "You look really good in my pants." Gohan glanced up at the overtly sexual comment and saw his brother flash a wicked grin back at Trunks. The violet-haired teen smiled then looked back down towards Gohan, who quickly looked at the floor. Is Gohan blushing? Trunks wondered with amusement. Man, he was even easier to fluster than his little brother.
"Are you ready yet, diva?" Goten asked.
"Almost." Trunks walked over to the mirror that hung on the hall closet. "This outfit needs something, though." He pursed his lips and stared at his reflection. "I know!" A second later, Gohan gasped as Trunks' power level skyrocketed. His lavender hair flew skyward as if blown by an unseen force and began to glow a bright yellow-blond. "What do you think?" He turned to his friend.
"Haha, awesome!" Goten agreed, immediately following suit. Goten's normally almost horizontal spikes billowed upward as his power level rose. In a second, he glowed with white light and blinked his big green eyes. Blond bangs framed his smiling face.
"Perfect, now we're ready to go." Trunks agreed.
"Are you kidding me?" Gohan leapt from his kneeling position on the floor. "You two can't go out like that!" Their complete lack of appreciation for the seriousness of their powers was infuriating. A second later, the phone rang. "Yes?" Gohan answered with an edge to his voice. "No Dad, everything's okay. It's just Trunks and Goten. They think Super Saiyan is a fashion accessory!" A few seconds of silence on Gohan's end, then, "I know, Dad. But they're not going to listen to me." As Gohan said the last word in the sentence, Trunks noticed a slight tone of tiredness, even defeat, in his voice. The teenager vaguely wondered why Gohan didn't just power up to Mystic and kick their asses. But all the better for them if he didn't realize the true depth of his authority. Gohan hung up the phone. "Dad says power down or he's IT-ing over here."
Goten snorted in annoyance but powered down immediately. He had no desire to have his father show up. But Trunks couldn't believe that Gohan, possibly the most powerful Saiyan on planet Earth, still thought he needed his dad to fight his battles. What was wrong with this guy?
"Gohan," he said, sliding up behind the older man. "You really need to relax." He began kneading Gohan's shoulders. But the massage didn't relax Gohan at all. First, he was sure that Trunks was up to something and, second, the power that was emanating from the prince's Super Saiyan form, only inches from his own, put Gohan on edge. He could feel Trunks' energy enveloping him and it was . . . unnerving. A kind of rhythmic pulsation that fused easily with his own ki. He almost felt like he was drinking Trunks' essence, and it was strangely disarming. And then just as quickly it was gone. Lavender hair descended around Trunks' face once more and tickled Gohan's cheek as it fell. As the spell was broken, Gohan noticed the front of the other man's body was pressed up against his back, from shoulder to knee. Strong hands held him in place. "You're no fun at all." Trunks lips brushed Gohan's ear as they formed the words and he could feel the younger boy's breath on his neck. He gasped at the closeness of the contact and noticed Trunks' hands were sliding down his arms and then down the front of his jeans. Quickly he jumped out of the boy's reach and could only stare open-mouthed as Goten and Trunks melted into peels of laughter. They were messing with him and it was beyond embarrassing.
"Do whatever you want." Gohan rolled his eyes and made his way towards his bedroom. He had too much on his mind to play their childish games. Reaching his room, Gohan shut the door, effectively shutting out the sound of their laughter. He heard the door to the apartment open and then close as the boys left for the night. Peace at last. A few seconds later, however, the front door clicked open once again and shuffling feet made their way down the hall. There was a soft knock on Gohan's door. He opened it slightly. His tired eyes met with Trunks' shining blue ones.
"Gohan, I just wanted to tell you that if you're hungry, there are lots of leftover noodles in the fridge. Me and Goten ordered enough for an army. You can have them." Gohan thought the teen must be feeling guilty for picking on him. But the invitation sounded good.
"Okay. Thanks Trunks," he said softly. Then, flashing a quick smile, the other was gone.
***
"I swear, Brief, you are too much." As the boys slid into a booth at a popular nearby bar, Goten was still chuckling over the scene at the penthouse. "That look on his face was priceless!" The younger of the two marveled at Trunks' ability to turn a shitty situation-where they were being lectured by Gohan and soon to be on the receiving end of a butt-kicking by Goku-into such a hilarious moment.
Trunks smiled mischievously. "I sort of feel bad for poor Gohan though. He just makes it so easy!" Besides, Trunks thought, banishing all guilt, it had been worth it to see Goten smile. The boys sat on the same side of the booth, sharing a bench. Trunks turned his back to Goten and leaned backwards against his friend's arm, drawing his legs up onto the seat. Now this was nice.
The waitress approached them. "Are you waiting for the rest of your party?" she asked, pointing to the empty bench.
"No," Trunks said without further explanation. "But bring us a pitcher of Sangria and . . . ." He leaned his head backward on Goten's shoulder and looked up at his spiky-haired companion, "are you hungry for anything?"
Goten thought for a moment, then shook his head. As the waitress walked away, he stole a glance at his best friend. Trunks' practically perfect features could take on so many expressions. Right now his face glowed with an almost childlike innocence as he stared off across the room through his criss-crossed purple bangs. There were times when Goten felt so much for his lifelong friend. Like now. "Not hungry for anything I can eat here, Trunks-sama." He placed a quick kiss on the other demi's forehead.
"Goten, you horny bastard." But a smile was spreading across Trunks' face as he caught that unmistakable gleam in his friend's eye. By the time their Sangria arrived, Trunks was already eager to get him home. For him, the desire for his friend had only gotten stronger with each passing year. But Goten didn't seem to like engaging in such "activities" anymore as much as he did when they were younger. "I had thought maybe you didn't like me anymore." Trunks was half-joking, but half testing the waters. Under the table, his feet scraped unconsciously back and forth on the floor as he waited for Goten's answer. The fact that Goten was unpredictably moody these days had not been lost on him.
"I could never not like you." Goten closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his friend's and quietly enjoyed the closeness for a few moments. "Now, let's not let this pitcher go to waste."
***
The two teens left the bar an hour later feeling giddy on Sangria and infatuation. They made the short trip back to the apartment, hand-in-hand, their voices echoing down emptying alleyways. Whoever was in front at any given moment pulled the other along behind.
Soon the boys stood in the elevator of the apartment building, side by side, breathing heavily. As soon as the doors closed, Goten turned and pinned his friend against the wall with the entire length of his body. Their lips met, as they had done so many times before. The two had shared their first kiss when they were only eight and nine, respectively, after they had spied on Gohan and Videl in a private moment and seen them making out. They didn't know what the big deal was about kissing back then. But they had figured it out later, when the hormones of puberty kicked in.
Trunks laced his fingers through Goten's soft, spiky hair and drank him in. Their legs and arms intertwined. By now, their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. But it hadn't always been so effortless. In his mind, Trunks drifted back to the first time they tried to have sex, when he was sixteen and Goten was fifteen. It had taken them a whole week to gather up the courage to buy lube, which they figured they would need based on the movies and magazines they'd seen. The two had made the trip to the drug store ten times that week and chickened out before finally purchasing a tube of the stuff with bright red cheeks. When the time had come to do it, Trunks had tried to penetrate Goten but the other boy screamed and said it hurt too much. "This must be the wrong stuff" he had said, staring at the bottle of lube with a disappointed frown. "It's not the wrong stuff, Goten, you just can't be a crybaby about it. Here, try with me." Trunks had been sure he'd handle it far better than Goten, but
within a few seconds he was yelling at his friend to get the hell off of him. Trunks smiled against Goten's lips at the memory.
Goten's tongue explored the inside of his mouth, expertly tickling the roof of his mouth in a way that drove him completely crazy. His hands found their way under the thin fabric of Goten's shirt and hungrily explored his torso. Trunks' was already on fire. He pressed his hips into Goten's with urgency. It was times like this that he wished that he knew Instant Transmission. He could not wait to get Goten into that bedroom.
They were interrupted by a ding as the elevator stopped on the 5th floor. Goten reluctantly pulled himself off the already panting prince. The doors opened and an elderly building resident climbed slowly into the elevator. Trunks threw his head back against the elevator wall with an audible growl and stared at the ceiling trying to control his breathing. The elderly woman pushed the button for the 6th floor and the doors slid closed slowly-ever so slowly. Goten cleared his throat and attempted to hide the very obvious bulge in his pants by folding his hands over it. Trunks didn't even bother, although his leather pants were clearly straining to contain his building excitement. He looked like he wanted to blast the poor old woman right through the metal doors. The elevator lumbered up one story and the unwanted passenger disembarked.
Goten didn't even wait for the doors to close behind the old woman before he attacked the other's neck with wet kisses. "One story? One story?" Trunks repeated. "Interrupted us for one fucking story." He could be pretty emotional when it came to sex, Goten thought, and smiled against his friend's neck.
"It's all for the better," he assured the older boy. "You'd probably be finished already if we hadn't taken a break. You're excitable tonight."
"I know, Goten-san." Trunks whined, staring down at his other half with lust-filled eyes. "It's what you do to me. I can't help myself." With that he spun his friend towards the wall and crushed his lips against Goten's. Before they knew it the elevator doors opened again, this time signaling their destination. Both boys quickly disentangled themselves out of habit in case Gohan should be in the hallway. Trunks produced the apartment key and Goten wrapped his arms around his friend's waist as he struggled with the lock. They slowly opened the door, on alert for Gohan, but the apartment was dark.
Thank god he goes to bed so early, Trunks thought gratefully. The two boys scrambled across the lightless apartment, stumbling over the computer and video game wires they had strung across the living room earlier. "Shit!" Goten exclaimed, falling face first towards the hardwood floor. He grabbed at Trunks' shirt on the way down and the two collapsed, laughing, on top of each other.
"Control yourself, Goten," Trunks playfully chided. "You can rip my clothes off when we get to the bedroom." The process of untangling themselves from the cords caused a pile of dishes perched precariously on the edge of the coffee table to fall to the floor with a loud crash. "Shit, shit, shit!" they whispered almost in unison. Then they held their breaths waiting for Gohan to emerge from his room to investigate, but he did not.
"We should probably be less messy." The thought suddenly occurred to Goten.
"Yeah," Trunks agreed. "Starting tomorrow."
They finally made it into the bedroom and shut the door. The lavender-haired demi pushed Goten onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He devoured the other's neck and then moved on to his stomach, unbuttoning his pinstriped shirt on the way. Goten's skin couldn't have tasted better if he was made of pure milk chocolate. In this moment, Trunks wanted nothing more than to eat him alive.
The feel of his friend's hot tongue on his body gave Goten chills and the younger boy's skin tightened into thousands of tiny goose bumps. He shuddered in anticipation as Trunks unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips. Trunks didn't bother to tease him, but immediately wrapped his mouth around Goten's throbbing erection.
Moving his mouth up and down on his friend, Trunks savored the hard feel of him, the sweet taste of him, until the other boy was knotting his fingers through lavender hair and moaning with lust. Then Trunks pulled himself off of Goten, who whimpered and lifted his head from the bed with an inquiring look. Trunks put two fingers in his mouth, his eyes never leaving Goten's. Withdrawing them from between his moist lips, he moved his now slick fingers toward Goten's opening. Even though the prince had looked insanely sexy doing that, Goten stopped him with a cautionary, "ah-ah-ah, Trunks."
"What?" Trunks' blue eyes were questioning.
"You were on top last time, remember? It's my turn." Goten smiled. His eyes sparkled behind his adorable black bangs.
"Ugh, as if I could remember last time! It was forever ago." Trunks pouted. But thinking about it, Goten was right. It was his turn. "Okay, fine." The prince stood up and slid his shirt off over his head. Goten watched his abdomen ripple as he moved. He looked amazing standing there: black pants slung low around his hips, and that gorgeous lavender hair contrasting his light skin. Trunks was right, it had been a long time. This was going to be oh-so-good. He sat up on the bed and unbuttoned Trunks' leather pants with one tug of his right hand. "That was hot, Goten."
"Shhh, you talk too much." The other boy dropped to his knees and peeled his friends pants from his body. There was only one way he knew of to leave Trunks speechless. He took his friend into his mouth and explored the entire impressive length of him with his tongue. He felt Trunks' knees literally go weak when he hit the back of Goten's throat. Goten wrapped his arms around his friend's ass to help steady him. After a few moments, he felt the prince's thigh muscles quivering. The younger demi was pleased at the reaction he was getting. But he didn't want to finish Trunks off just yet.
Loosening his grip, he let Trunks' body slide through his arms until the boys were both kneeling face to face. Glazed brown eyes stared into heavily lidded blue. Again lacing his fingers through Goten's hair Trunks landed a kiss that took the other's breath away. Goten literally felt like he could not breathe. Something about Trunks' presence was so utterly intoxicating, and it had always been Goten's undoing. In a way, he resented his best friend's ability to almost steal the life out of him. The other demi was strong, charismatic, seductive. He could make Goten feel like the most important person in the world, or the smallest, depending on his mood. And when he did hurt Goten, he thought it perfectly acceptable to buy his good graces back with material possessions. It was a part of their relationship that had become clearer to Goten as they'd grown older.
Even though the idea made him feel unbearably guilty, lately Goten couldn't shake the feeling that there might be something else out there. Trunks had dominated his life since practically the day he was born. And, although he cared for his friend immensely, he couldn't help but wonder if, in another relationship, he wouldn't always be made to feel the powerless one. In truth, Goten had hoped that when the boys went off to separate colleges-as he was sure they would-maybe he would be able to break his habit of falling automatically in line behind Trunks. Goten had not foreseen his friend giving up the chance to go to Weston so that they could be at school together. And, even though he knew he should be grateful to have such a loyal friend, he often felt only . . . suffocated.
Almost as if reading his thoughts, Trunks broke the kiss. Their lips parted, glistening with each others' moisture. Trunks pressed his sweat-slicked forehead against Goten's. "Tell me you love me, Goten," he breathed against his friend's lips. Damn he was emotional tonight, Goten cursed mentally. For the first time, he didn't know what to say to his friend's request. Their lips brushed together but Goten knew Trunks wouldn't kiss him again until he had answered the question. Quite frankly, he was tired of always giving in to Trunks. But he knew it wasn't his friend's fault. He had a naturally dominating personality. Since they were kids, Goten had been the weaker one, physically, socially, and mentally. It made sense for Trunks to be the leader. But now Goten felt ready to make his own path. Out of the shadow of the prince. He just wished it didn't mean that he had to leave his best friend behind. But knowing Trunks, he felt sure there could be no in-between. With him, it was all or nothing and Goten dreaded the day he would eventually have to make that decision.
"Goten. Do you love me?" Trunks was looking directly into his eyes now, searching. Goten was afraid that his friend could see what he was thinking. Who knew? They had been inseparable since childhood. Maybe Trunks could read his mind by now.
Did he love Trunks? The truth was it was complicated.
But considering their present circumstances, all he said was, "Mmm-hmm." Then he slid around behind his friend, kissing his neck to avoid saying anything else. Trunks relaxed a bit in Goten's embrace. Crisis averted, for now, the younger boy thought, but a cold feeling was creeping up inside of him. Trunks seemed somehow colder, too. It was as if both somehow knew that something was happening that they couldn't control.
Trunks propped his upper half on the bed, offering himself to his friend, despite the change of atmosphere in the room. "Enjoy the view, Goten," he said smugly. Goten was sure this was Trunks' passive-aggressive way of demeaning him for his hesitation to profess his undying love. Although, as he ran his hands over his friend's smooth, tight backside, he couldn't help but admit that it was a damn nice view.
Replacing the sense of coldness inside Goten came a feeling of urgency. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he might not have another chance with Trunks. He reached around to stroke his best friend's hard length, almost immediately feeling a slick wetness start to coat his hand. Trunks moaned and threw his head back. Goten used the sticky liquid now seeping between his fingers to lubricate himself. Positioning himself to enter his friend, he continued to stroke Trunks to distract him from the pain of the initial intrusion. However as soon as he was inside, he felt Trunks thrust back against him, wanting-as usual, Goten felt-more than Goten could give. The younger demi tried to appease his friend, pushing harder and deeper inside of him. Again and again he plunged into Trunks, calling his name and letting the feeling of lust and passion overtake his confused thoughts. Soon he found the comforting embrace of oblivion. He bit his bottom lip hard, not wanting to finish without bringing his friend to climax as well. None too soon, he felt Trunks tighten around him and gasp, "Fuck, Goten, I'm coming." Goten tasted the blood leaking into his mouth as he finally let go inside of Trunks. He collapsed on his friend, his breath coming in gasps. "Trunks." He could hear himself saying the name over and over again.
***
But the warmth of the afterglow, unfortunately, did not last long. As soon as the boys disentangled themselves, the tenderness of the moment began to wear off for Goten. Something else was hanging in the air. Something that could no longer be ignored. In silence, they both leafed through the clothes on the floor, finding the ones they had hastily shed. Trunks slid his boxer briefs on and rested on the edge of the bed. He stared at Goten. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked, watching his friend slide his jeans on.
"Yeah, home." Goten's voice was quiet but unapologetic. He had to be assertive with Trunks or his friend would never take him seriously.
"Why? It's late and we have early classes tomorrow. You're better off just staying here."
"I know. But Chichi is probably hysterical by now since I haven't been home in two days. Let me go home and appease her. I'll see you again first thing in the morning."
"Damn." A sexy grin was spreading across the prince's face. "I was hoping we could do that again tonight."
It was now or never, Goten supposed. "Actually, I think we should . . . maybe stop doing it . . . for awhile." He kept his eyes trained on his feet, pretending he was intensely focused on putting his shoes on. But he was sure his heart didn't beat at all as he waited for Trunks to respond.
Finally, Trunks laughed. "But why? It was good, wasn't it?" He really couldn't see what Goten was getting at. Unless . . . . He blinked. "Don't you like being with me anymore?"
"Well, yeah," the younger boy answered quietly, not meeting his friend's eyes. "But . . . ."
"But what, Goten?"
"Don't you ever wonder . . . if . . . maybe-." He stumbled. He could feel Trunks' eyes on him, burning holes into his skin. "Maybe there's something else out there."
"Like WHAT." It wasn't a question. It was a dare. He was daring Goten to finish that thought.
"Like something different!" The younger boy was getting angry now. He had a point and he wasn't going to let Trunks intimidate him out of making it. "We've been each other's first everything for as long as I can remember! First kiss, first fuck. Hell, you're my only friend, and I'm yours."
"So, what's wrong with that?" Trunks' voice was softer now. The question was sincere.
"Nothing . . . ." As Goten's anger wore off, the guilt returned. "I just can't help but wonder sometimes. That's all."
"Oh." The silence in the room was deafening. Finally, after several minutes, Trunks spoke. "Go home to your mommy, Goten. I guess I'll see you when I see you."
"Stop it, Trunks. Don't be like that. You'll see me in the morning, ok?"
"Fine." Trunks turned away from his friend. He knew he was being immature but he didn't care. He had never imagined Goten could hurt him this badly. He was strong. Hell, the royal blood of a warrior race coursed through his veins. How could someone possibly hurt him this badly with words alone? It was unbearable. Seconds later he heard the bedroom door open and close as the culprit let himself out. In the distance, he heard the front door open and close as well and Goten was gone.
A few weeks later, the two men were comfortably settled into their apartment just in time for the start of the fall semester. Goten and Trunks were sprawled across the oversized black leather couch flailing their arms wildly playing a new martial arts game on the Nintendo Wii. Goten had convinced Chichi to let him sleep over after Gohan had repeatedly assured their mother that he'd be better off sleeping close to the school so he wasn't late for the first day of classes.
Gohan rolled his eyes as he tried to focus on the blueprints in front of him while the shouts and curses of the two boys completely shredded his concentration. "You realize that you guys could have a better fight than that if you put down the controllers and actually fought each other, don't you?"
"Be quiet, Gohan!" Goten shouted between virtual punches.
"Yeah, this is more fun and it hurts less," Trunks agreed.
"Well, I hate to be the voice of reason but--"
"No you don't," Goten said.
"Yeah, he loves it!" The teenagers giggled at Gohan's expense.
"Hey!" Gohan was hurt. He could be fun. But Bulma had entrusted him with the task of making sure Trunks did well in school and it was a burden he didn't take lightly. He knew that Trunks would be president of Capsule Corp. one day and he knew from working there for the last six years that it was not an easy job.ÿ Over the last year, since Trunks was just an intern, Bulma had gone easy on him. But one day he would be president of the company and he needed to be well-prepared to handle the title. That training started now.ÿ Gohan put his foot down. "It's getting late, Trunks.ÿ Bulma will kill me if you're not in class tomorrow by 8 a.m. sharp."
The rebellious demi lifted his legs onto the couch and turned around to face his babysitter. "So that's how it's going to be?"he asked with a disbelieving look. Gohan shrugged. This was some position Bulma had put him in!
In that moment, Trunks wisely decided that he would have to pick his battles with Gohan and this one wasn't worth it. "Fine," he sighed. "Come on, Goten, let's go to my room."
"Okay." The two boys tossed their controllers onto the couch and Trunks led Goten off by the hand.
"Wait `til you see the view from in there. I have my own balcony you know. You can actually see campus and everything . . . ." Their voices disappeared down the corridor and Gohan heard a door close. He walked over and surveyed the coffee table. It was littered with soda cans and there was melted ice cream pooling around a half-empty carton in the center. The older Saiyan sighed audibly and rubbed his forehead, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
***
The following morning Gohan prepared to leave for work. Standing in front of the full length mirror that hung on the door to the hall closet, he noticed with annoyance that there was still no sound coming from Trunks' room. That meant that neither boy had set an alarm, and Gohan would have the difficult task of dragging them out of bed. With only twenty minutes left before he had to be at work, he headed quickly down the hall on the opposite end of the apartment. He knocked loudly on the door. He really didn't have time for this. Getting no answer, he tried the doorknob. The door pushed open easily and Gohan saw his brother and Trunks sprawled out still fast asleep on the bed.
Trunks wore only a pair of royal blue boxer briefs and lay on his side, stretched across the bed from the top right corner to the bottom left. Goten still wore his jeans and one shoe. He lay on his back, his legs spread across his friend's backside, with his head hanging backwards off the far end of the bed. Together they made a big "X" across the mattress. Gohan smiled in spite of himself. Not much had changed in the last ten years, he saw. But then, remembering what time it was, he cleared his throat and in his best Vegeta impression he shouted, "Get up, you brats, before I blast this bed into the next galaxy!"
Trunks scrambled out of bed so fast he didn't even notice that Goten's legs were entangled with his own. By the time he stood up with a "Yes, sir!" a split second later, his boxer briefs were pulled halfway down his narrow hips and Gohan had an unobstructed view of both cheeks. Goten lifted himself onto his elbows with a confused look and attempted to blink the sleep out of his brown eyes. His always messy black hair was twice as tousled as usual and Trunks' normally straight lilac locks were plastered across the side of his face. A face whose expression was quickly changing from panicked to pissed off.
"Hahahahaha!" Gohan collapsed against the door frame laughing. See, he could be fun when he wanted to be. "You should see your freakin' face right now!" Goten looked back at Trunks and slowly started laughing as well.
Trunks' face flushed as he quickly straightened his underwear. "Shut up, Goten! You know he scared the shit out of you, too!" he said, throwing a pillow at the younger Son who was laughing in earnest now that he knew Vegeta wasn't really there.
"Seriously, though-" Gohan started, trying to catch his breath, "you guys are going to be late." Trunks began dressing in silence, pulling on a white t-shirt, jeans, and his Capsule Corp. jacket. "Come on, don't be mad," Gohan cajoled his roommate.
Trunks ran a hand through his hair and it fell almost perfectly into place. "I'll get you back," was all he said, and by the sound of his voice, Gohan guessed he was already forming a revenge plan.
"Fine, fine," the older man said. "Just get yourselves to class. I've got to leave for work."
"Bye big brother!" Goten yelled after him as he disappeared down the hall. Goten pulled on a grey sweatshirt that was laying on his friend's floor and fished his other shoe out from under the bed.
"Your brother almost gave me a damned heart attack," the prince of the pair complained as they walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
"I'll fix it," Goten said with a grin. He hoisted himself onto the counter of the island in the kitchen and slid across it on the seat of his jeans. Landing easily on the other side he grabbed two travel mugs and began filling them with coffee. Then he disappeared behind the counter for a moment before re-emerging scratching the back of his head with one hand and holding a bottle of Bailey's Irish CrŠme in the other.
"Sweetheart you read my mind," Trunks exclaimed as Goten laughed, looking much like a young Goku.
"Cheers!" Goten handed one heavily spiked mug to Trunks.
"To the rest of our lives!" With that the boys downed a mouthful of their drinks and rushed out the door, mugs in hand.
***
Four hours and two classes later, the Saiyan students walked out of the main University lecture hall and into the bright afternoon sun. Goten's stomach growled loudly. "I'm starving," he said. "Let's go get lunch."
The two made there way to Sakura, a local university hangout. In no time, they had seated themselves at a table with three trays full of noodles. They had just begun devouring their second tray when two young women approached the table. "Hi," the darker-haired of the girls said. Her double ponytails bobbed up and down. "We're sorry to bother you, but, um-are you Trunks Brief?" she blurted out. The blond girl with her giggled nervously.
Trunks had gained a certain amount of notoriety in West City, being the heir to the Capsule Corporation fortune and devilishly handsome to boot. Goten was always jealous of the attention Trunks received from young women, but Trunks seemed impervious to it. Without missing a beat, he said sincerely, "No, you must have me confused with somebody else." Then, extending a hand in greeting he stated, "My name is Son Goten."
"Oh," the girls both nodded and each one shook his hand. Then all three looked expectantly at Goten. The girls were waiting for Goten to introduce himself and Trunks was waiting with an amused grin to see what Goten could come up with for a name. Damnit, Goten cursed mentally. Now if he made up a name, he'd look like an idiot if he ever saw these girls again. But if he said his name was also Goten . . . . He sighed and chose the lesser of two evils.
"I'm . . . Goten, too." He rolled his eyes at Trunks as he shook their hands.
"Hi, Goten, too," the blond girl giggled again. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Tiffany and this is Kim. We noticed you guys were in both of our classes this morning and we wanted to say hi. I guess we'll see you guys around, okay?" They waved once more as they trotted away.
"Bye!" Goten yelled after them. Then turning to Trunks, "You're such an ass!"
Trunks just laughed. "Goten, you are so easy to fluster. You could have just ratted me out, you know. But then they probably never would have left." Goten's normally large brown eyes were narrowed in a scowl. "Come on, Go-chan, my morning buzz is wearing off. Let's go get changed and go out. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Trunks attempted to make peace. Although he loved picking on Goten, he had no desire to truly upset his best friend. He slid his arms around Goten's waist and laid his head on his friend's shoulder. "I'll lend you my new acid washed Seven jeans to wear tonight!"
"Okay." The younger boy relented with a sigh. If he stayed mad, Trunks would only pester him more. "And those sneakers!" He pointed to his friend's feet. Since using his material possessions was the only way Trunks had ever known to make peace with him, Goten figured he might as well exploit it.
"Deal."
***
Gohan returned from work shortly after 7 p.m. He dropped his briefcase on his desk and sunk down into the welcoming cushion of the leather armchair. Removing his glasses, he rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted.
Gohan could hear his brother and Trunks on the other side of the apartment. Their voices were talking excitedly and they seemed to be in high spirits. He vaguely wished he could return to a time when he was as young and carefree as they were. Then again, although he had once been their age, he could not remember ever having been carefree. When he was younger than Goten was now, the fate of the world and all his friends had been placed in his hands by his father, who believed Gohan was the only one who could defeat Cell. Then at the tender age of eighteen, the age Goten was at now, he was stuck on the Kai planet, training with Old Kai and gaining strength to fight Buu. Shortly thereafter, he had married Videl and begun working at Capsule, pursuing his Ph.D. in his spare time. Hell, he hadn't even been as carefree as those two when he was a small child. Not with Chichi always pushing him to study.
Trunks and Goten had grown up in relatively peaceful times, compared to what Gohan remembered from childhood. The biggest threat those two had ever faced was Buu and, although he was a strong opponent, the boys had thought of it as more of a game than a life-or-death situation.
Yes, in many ways Gohan envied them. No doubt about it.
He was interrupted from his thoughts as Trunks walked into the room. "Hey, Gohan," he said with a sideways glance at the older Saiyan. "Have you seen my new Kenny's-they're loafers, slip-on, black leather?" Trunks was racing from place to place in the room as if he had lost his most valuable possession.
"Nope, sorry kid," Gohan said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
"I found them!" Trunks exclaimed in triumph. He pointed to the toe of a shoe sticking out from beneath the sofa. Then looking at Gohan with pleading eyes, he said, "Would you get them out from under there and put them on for me please?" Gohan opened one eye and stared directly into big, puppy dog blue ones. Was he serious?
"You want me to put your shoes on for you?" Gohan was incredulous. The last thing he needed after a long day of dealing with a demanding Bulma was to come home and deal with her demanding son. "Look, you may be the Prince of Saiyans and everything but I'm not going to bow down at your feet and put your shoes on for you."
"No, it's not like that!" Trunks insisted. "Honestly, Gohan. It's just that I can't bend over in these pants. Look!" The demi pointed to his lower half. For the first time, the older Saiyan noticed Trunks was wearing a skin-tight pair of black leather pants and a dark grey silk-cotton turtleneck; neither of which left much to the imagination. Trunks turned his back to Gohan and bent his knees. Leather squeaked against leather. "See?"
"Fine." The older Saiyan sighed, getting up from the comfortable armchair and grabbing the shoes from beneath the sofa. With a distinct sense of inferiority he kneeled at Trunks' feet and slid the shoes on.
"Thank you!" the younger man said sincerely. Goten walked into the room then, wearing a dark blue pair of acid washed skinny jeans and a pinstriped button down shirt. "Damn, Goten," Trunks said, gazing at his friend. "You look really good in my pants." Gohan glanced up at the overtly sexual comment and saw his brother flash a wicked grin back at Trunks. The violet-haired teen smiled then looked back down towards Gohan, who quickly looked at the floor. Is Gohan blushing? Trunks wondered with amusement. Man, he was even easier to fluster than his little brother.
"Are you ready yet, diva?" Goten asked.
"Almost." Trunks walked over to the mirror that hung on the hall closet. "This outfit needs something, though." He pursed his lips and stared at his reflection. "I know!" A second later, Gohan gasped as Trunks' power level skyrocketed. His lavender hair flew skyward as if blown by an unseen force and began to glow a bright yellow-blond. "What do you think?" He turned to his friend.
"Haha, awesome!" Goten agreed, immediately following suit. Goten's normally almost horizontal spikes billowed upward as his power level rose. In a second, he glowed with white light and blinked his big green eyes. Blond bangs framed his smiling face.
"Perfect, now we're ready to go." Trunks agreed.
"Are you kidding me?" Gohan leapt from his kneeling position on the floor. "You two can't go out like that!" Their complete lack of appreciation for the seriousness of their powers was infuriating. A second later, the phone rang. "Yes?" Gohan answered with an edge to his voice. "No Dad, everything's okay. It's just Trunks and Goten. They think Super Saiyan is a fashion accessory!" A few seconds of silence on Gohan's end, then, "I know, Dad. But they're not going to listen to me." As Gohan said the last word in the sentence, Trunks noticed a slight tone of tiredness, even defeat, in his voice. The teenager vaguely wondered why Gohan didn't just power up to Mystic and kick their asses. But all the better for them if he didn't realize the true depth of his authority. Gohan hung up the phone. "Dad says power down or he's IT-ing over here."
Goten snorted in annoyance but powered down immediately. He had no desire to have his father show up. But Trunks couldn't believe that Gohan, possibly the most powerful Saiyan on planet Earth, still thought he needed his dad to fight his battles. What was wrong with this guy?
"Gohan," he said, sliding up behind the older man. "You really need to relax." He began kneading Gohan's shoulders. But the massage didn't relax Gohan at all. First, he was sure that Trunks was up to something and, second, the power that was emanating from the prince's Super Saiyan form, only inches from his own, put Gohan on edge. He could feel Trunks' energy enveloping him and it was . . . unnerving. A kind of rhythmic pulsation that fused easily with his own ki. He almost felt like he was drinking Trunks' essence, and it was strangely disarming. And then just as quickly it was gone. Lavender hair descended around Trunks' face once more and tickled Gohan's cheek as it fell. As the spell was broken, Gohan noticed the front of the other man's body was pressed up against his back, from shoulder to knee. Strong hands held him in place. "You're no fun at all." Trunks lips brushed Gohan's ear as they formed the words and he could feel the younger boy's breath on his neck. He gasped at the closeness of the contact and noticed Trunks' hands were sliding down his arms and then down the front of his jeans. Quickly he jumped out of the boy's reach and could only stare open-mouthed as Goten and Trunks melted into peels of laughter. They were messing with him and it was beyond embarrassing.
"Do whatever you want." Gohan rolled his eyes and made his way towards his bedroom. He had too much on his mind to play their childish games. Reaching his room, Gohan shut the door, effectively shutting out the sound of their laughter. He heard the door to the apartment open and then close as the boys left for the night. Peace at last. A few seconds later, however, the front door clicked open once again and shuffling feet made their way down the hall. There was a soft knock on Gohan's door. He opened it slightly. His tired eyes met with Trunks' shining blue ones.
"Gohan, I just wanted to tell you that if you're hungry, there are lots of leftover noodles in the fridge. Me and Goten ordered enough for an army. You can have them." Gohan thought the teen must be feeling guilty for picking on him. But the invitation sounded good.
"Okay. Thanks Trunks," he said softly. Then, flashing a quick smile, the other was gone.
***
"I swear, Brief, you are too much." As the boys slid into a booth at a popular nearby bar, Goten was still chuckling over the scene at the penthouse. "That look on his face was priceless!" The younger of the two marveled at Trunks' ability to turn a shitty situation-where they were being lectured by Gohan and soon to be on the receiving end of a butt-kicking by Goku-into such a hilarious moment.
Trunks smiled mischievously. "I sort of feel bad for poor Gohan though. He just makes it so easy!" Besides, Trunks thought, banishing all guilt, it had been worth it to see Goten smile. The boys sat on the same side of the booth, sharing a bench. Trunks turned his back to Goten and leaned backwards against his friend's arm, drawing his legs up onto the seat. Now this was nice.
The waitress approached them. "Are you waiting for the rest of your party?" she asked, pointing to the empty bench.
"No," Trunks said without further explanation. "But bring us a pitcher of Sangria and . . . ." He leaned his head backward on Goten's shoulder and looked up at his spiky-haired companion, "are you hungry for anything?"
Goten thought for a moment, then shook his head. As the waitress walked away, he stole a glance at his best friend. Trunks' practically perfect features could take on so many expressions. Right now his face glowed with an almost childlike innocence as he stared off across the room through his criss-crossed purple bangs. There were times when Goten felt so much for his lifelong friend. Like now. "Not hungry for anything I can eat here, Trunks-sama." He placed a quick kiss on the other demi's forehead.
"Goten, you horny bastard." But a smile was spreading across Trunks' face as he caught that unmistakable gleam in his friend's eye. By the time their Sangria arrived, Trunks was already eager to get him home. For him, the desire for his friend had only gotten stronger with each passing year. But Goten didn't seem to like engaging in such "activities" anymore as much as he did when they were younger. "I had thought maybe you didn't like me anymore." Trunks was half-joking, but half testing the waters. Under the table, his feet scraped unconsciously back and forth on the floor as he waited for Goten's answer. The fact that Goten was unpredictably moody these days had not been lost on him.
"I could never not like you." Goten closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his friend's and quietly enjoyed the closeness for a few moments. "Now, let's not let this pitcher go to waste."
***
The two teens left the bar an hour later feeling giddy on Sangria and infatuation. They made the short trip back to the apartment, hand-in-hand, their voices echoing down emptying alleyways. Whoever was in front at any given moment pulled the other along behind.
Soon the boys stood in the elevator of the apartment building, side by side, breathing heavily. As soon as the doors closed, Goten turned and pinned his friend against the wall with the entire length of his body. Their lips met, as they had done so many times before. The two had shared their first kiss when they were only eight and nine, respectively, after they had spied on Gohan and Videl in a private moment and seen them making out. They didn't know what the big deal was about kissing back then. But they had figured it out later, when the hormones of puberty kicked in.
Trunks laced his fingers through Goten's soft, spiky hair and drank him in. Their legs and arms intertwined. By now, their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. But it hadn't always been so effortless. In his mind, Trunks drifted back to the first time they tried to have sex, when he was sixteen and Goten was fifteen. It had taken them a whole week to gather up the courage to buy lube, which they figured they would need based on the movies and magazines they'd seen. The two had made the trip to the drug store ten times that week and chickened out before finally purchasing a tube of the stuff with bright red cheeks. When the time had come to do it, Trunks had tried to penetrate Goten but the other boy screamed and said it hurt too much. "This must be the wrong stuff" he had said, staring at the bottle of lube with a disappointed frown. "It's not the wrong stuff, Goten, you just can't be a crybaby about it. Here, try with me." Trunks had been sure he'd handle it far better than Goten, but
within a few seconds he was yelling at his friend to get the hell off of him. Trunks smiled against Goten's lips at the memory.
Goten's tongue explored the inside of his mouth, expertly tickling the roof of his mouth in a way that drove him completely crazy. His hands found their way under the thin fabric of Goten's shirt and hungrily explored his torso. Trunks' was already on fire. He pressed his hips into Goten's with urgency. It was times like this that he wished that he knew Instant Transmission. He could not wait to get Goten into that bedroom.
They were interrupted by a ding as the elevator stopped on the 5th floor. Goten reluctantly pulled himself off the already panting prince. The doors opened and an elderly building resident climbed slowly into the elevator. Trunks threw his head back against the elevator wall with an audible growl and stared at the ceiling trying to control his breathing. The elderly woman pushed the button for the 6th floor and the doors slid closed slowly-ever so slowly. Goten cleared his throat and attempted to hide the very obvious bulge in his pants by folding his hands over it. Trunks didn't even bother, although his leather pants were clearly straining to contain his building excitement. He looked like he wanted to blast the poor old woman right through the metal doors. The elevator lumbered up one story and the unwanted passenger disembarked.
Goten didn't even wait for the doors to close behind the old woman before he attacked the other's neck with wet kisses. "One story? One story?" Trunks repeated. "Interrupted us for one fucking story." He could be pretty emotional when it came to sex, Goten thought, and smiled against his friend's neck.
"It's all for the better," he assured the older boy. "You'd probably be finished already if we hadn't taken a break. You're excitable tonight."
"I know, Goten-san." Trunks whined, staring down at his other half with lust-filled eyes. "It's what you do to me. I can't help myself." With that he spun his friend towards the wall and crushed his lips against Goten's. Before they knew it the elevator doors opened again, this time signaling their destination. Both boys quickly disentangled themselves out of habit in case Gohan should be in the hallway. Trunks produced the apartment key and Goten wrapped his arms around his friend's waist as he struggled with the lock. They slowly opened the door, on alert for Gohan, but the apartment was dark.
Thank god he goes to bed so early, Trunks thought gratefully. The two boys scrambled across the lightless apartment, stumbling over the computer and video game wires they had strung across the living room earlier. "Shit!" Goten exclaimed, falling face first towards the hardwood floor. He grabbed at Trunks' shirt on the way down and the two collapsed, laughing, on top of each other.
"Control yourself, Goten," Trunks playfully chided. "You can rip my clothes off when we get to the bedroom." The process of untangling themselves from the cords caused a pile of dishes perched precariously on the edge of the coffee table to fall to the floor with a loud crash. "Shit, shit, shit!" they whispered almost in unison. Then they held their breaths waiting for Gohan to emerge from his room to investigate, but he did not.
"We should probably be less messy." The thought suddenly occurred to Goten.
"Yeah," Trunks agreed. "Starting tomorrow."
They finally made it into the bedroom and shut the door. The lavender-haired demi pushed Goten onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He devoured the other's neck and then moved on to his stomach, unbuttoning his pinstriped shirt on the way. Goten's skin couldn't have tasted better if he was made of pure milk chocolate. In this moment, Trunks wanted nothing more than to eat him alive.
The feel of his friend's hot tongue on his body gave Goten chills and the younger boy's skin tightened into thousands of tiny goose bumps. He shuddered in anticipation as Trunks unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips. Trunks didn't bother to tease him, but immediately wrapped his mouth around Goten's throbbing erection.
Moving his mouth up and down on his friend, Trunks savored the hard feel of him, the sweet taste of him, until the other boy was knotting his fingers through lavender hair and moaning with lust. Then Trunks pulled himself off of Goten, who whimpered and lifted his head from the bed with an inquiring look. Trunks put two fingers in his mouth, his eyes never leaving Goten's. Withdrawing them from between his moist lips, he moved his now slick fingers toward Goten's opening. Even though the prince had looked insanely sexy doing that, Goten stopped him with a cautionary, "ah-ah-ah, Trunks."
"What?" Trunks' blue eyes were questioning.
"You were on top last time, remember? It's my turn." Goten smiled. His eyes sparkled behind his adorable black bangs.
"Ugh, as if I could remember last time! It was forever ago." Trunks pouted. But thinking about it, Goten was right. It was his turn. "Okay, fine." The prince stood up and slid his shirt off over his head. Goten watched his abdomen ripple as he moved. He looked amazing standing there: black pants slung low around his hips, and that gorgeous lavender hair contrasting his light skin. Trunks was right, it had been a long time. This was going to be oh-so-good. He sat up on the bed and unbuttoned Trunks' leather pants with one tug of his right hand. "That was hot, Goten."
"Shhh, you talk too much." The other boy dropped to his knees and peeled his friends pants from his body. There was only one way he knew of to leave Trunks speechless. He took his friend into his mouth and explored the entire impressive length of him with his tongue. He felt Trunks' knees literally go weak when he hit the back of Goten's throat. Goten wrapped his arms around his friend's ass to help steady him. After a few moments, he felt the prince's thigh muscles quivering. The younger demi was pleased at the reaction he was getting. But he didn't want to finish Trunks off just yet.
Loosening his grip, he let Trunks' body slide through his arms until the boys were both kneeling face to face. Glazed brown eyes stared into heavily lidded blue. Again lacing his fingers through Goten's hair Trunks landed a kiss that took the other's breath away. Goten literally felt like he could not breathe. Something about Trunks' presence was so utterly intoxicating, and it had always been Goten's undoing. In a way, he resented his best friend's ability to almost steal the life out of him. The other demi was strong, charismatic, seductive. He could make Goten feel like the most important person in the world, or the smallest, depending on his mood. And when he did hurt Goten, he thought it perfectly acceptable to buy his good graces back with material possessions. It was a part of their relationship that had become clearer to Goten as they'd grown older.
Even though the idea made him feel unbearably guilty, lately Goten couldn't shake the feeling that there might be something else out there. Trunks had dominated his life since practically the day he was born. And, although he cared for his friend immensely, he couldn't help but wonder if, in another relationship, he wouldn't always be made to feel the powerless one. In truth, Goten had hoped that when the boys went off to separate colleges-as he was sure they would-maybe he would be able to break his habit of falling automatically in line behind Trunks. Goten had not foreseen his friend giving up the chance to go to Weston so that they could be at school together. And, even though he knew he should be grateful to have such a loyal friend, he often felt only . . . suffocated.
Almost as if reading his thoughts, Trunks broke the kiss. Their lips parted, glistening with each others' moisture. Trunks pressed his sweat-slicked forehead against Goten's. "Tell me you love me, Goten," he breathed against his friend's lips. Damn he was emotional tonight, Goten cursed mentally. For the first time, he didn't know what to say to his friend's request. Their lips brushed together but Goten knew Trunks wouldn't kiss him again until he had answered the question. Quite frankly, he was tired of always giving in to Trunks. But he knew it wasn't his friend's fault. He had a naturally dominating personality. Since they were kids, Goten had been the weaker one, physically, socially, and mentally. It made sense for Trunks to be the leader. But now Goten felt ready to make his own path. Out of the shadow of the prince. He just wished it didn't mean that he had to leave his best friend behind. But knowing Trunks, he felt sure there could be no in-between. With him, it was all or nothing and Goten dreaded the day he would eventually have to make that decision.
"Goten. Do you love me?" Trunks was looking directly into his eyes now, searching. Goten was afraid that his friend could see what he was thinking. Who knew? They had been inseparable since childhood. Maybe Trunks could read his mind by now.
Did he love Trunks? The truth was it was complicated.
But considering their present circumstances, all he said was, "Mmm-hmm." Then he slid around behind his friend, kissing his neck to avoid saying anything else. Trunks relaxed a bit in Goten's embrace. Crisis averted, for now, the younger boy thought, but a cold feeling was creeping up inside of him. Trunks seemed somehow colder, too. It was as if both somehow knew that something was happening that they couldn't control.
Trunks propped his upper half on the bed, offering himself to his friend, despite the change of atmosphere in the room. "Enjoy the view, Goten," he said smugly. Goten was sure this was Trunks' passive-aggressive way of demeaning him for his hesitation to profess his undying love. Although, as he ran his hands over his friend's smooth, tight backside, he couldn't help but admit that it was a damn nice view.
Replacing the sense of coldness inside Goten came a feeling of urgency. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he might not have another chance with Trunks. He reached around to stroke his best friend's hard length, almost immediately feeling a slick wetness start to coat his hand. Trunks moaned and threw his head back. Goten used the sticky liquid now seeping between his fingers to lubricate himself. Positioning himself to enter his friend, he continued to stroke Trunks to distract him from the pain of the initial intrusion. However as soon as he was inside, he felt Trunks thrust back against him, wanting-as usual, Goten felt-more than Goten could give. The younger demi tried to appease his friend, pushing harder and deeper inside of him. Again and again he plunged into Trunks, calling his name and letting the feeling of lust and passion overtake his confused thoughts. Soon he found the comforting embrace of oblivion. He bit his bottom lip hard, not wanting to finish without bringing his friend to climax as well. None too soon, he felt Trunks tighten around him and gasp, "Fuck, Goten, I'm coming." Goten tasted the blood leaking into his mouth as he finally let go inside of Trunks. He collapsed on his friend, his breath coming in gasps. "Trunks." He could hear himself saying the name over and over again.
***
But the warmth of the afterglow, unfortunately, did not last long. As soon as the boys disentangled themselves, the tenderness of the moment began to wear off for Goten. Something else was hanging in the air. Something that could no longer be ignored. In silence, they both leafed through the clothes on the floor, finding the ones they had hastily shed. Trunks slid his boxer briefs on and rested on the edge of the bed. He stared at Goten. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked, watching his friend slide his jeans on.
"Yeah, home." Goten's voice was quiet but unapologetic. He had to be assertive with Trunks or his friend would never take him seriously.
"Why? It's late and we have early classes tomorrow. You're better off just staying here."
"I know. But Chichi is probably hysterical by now since I haven't been home in two days. Let me go home and appease her. I'll see you again first thing in the morning."
"Damn." A sexy grin was spreading across the prince's face. "I was hoping we could do that again tonight."
It was now or never, Goten supposed. "Actually, I think we should . . . maybe stop doing it . . . for awhile." He kept his eyes trained on his feet, pretending he was intensely focused on putting his shoes on. But he was sure his heart didn't beat at all as he waited for Trunks to respond.
Finally, Trunks laughed. "But why? It was good, wasn't it?" He really couldn't see what Goten was getting at. Unless . . . . He blinked. "Don't you like being with me anymore?"
"Well, yeah," the younger boy answered quietly, not meeting his friend's eyes. "But . . . ."
"But what, Goten?"
"Don't you ever wonder . . . if . . . maybe-." He stumbled. He could feel Trunks' eyes on him, burning holes into his skin. "Maybe there's something else out there."
"Like WHAT." It wasn't a question. It was a dare. He was daring Goten to finish that thought.
"Like something different!" The younger boy was getting angry now. He had a point and he wasn't going to let Trunks intimidate him out of making it. "We've been each other's first everything for as long as I can remember! First kiss, first fuck. Hell, you're my only friend, and I'm yours."
"So, what's wrong with that?" Trunks' voice was softer now. The question was sincere.
"Nothing . . . ." As Goten's anger wore off, the guilt returned. "I just can't help but wonder sometimes. That's all."
"Oh." The silence in the room was deafening. Finally, after several minutes, Trunks spoke. "Go home to your mommy, Goten. I guess I'll see you when I see you."
"Stop it, Trunks. Don't be like that. You'll see me in the morning, ok?"
"Fine." Trunks turned away from his friend. He knew he was being immature but he didn't care. He had never imagined Goten could hurt him this badly. He was strong. Hell, the royal blood of a warrior race coursed through his veins. How could someone possibly hurt him this badly with words alone? It was unbearable. Seconds later he heard the bedroom door open and close as the culprit let himself out. In the distance, he heard the front door open and close as well and Goten was gone.