Part 7

Goten landed softly on the pavement, his eyes immediately lifting to watch as Trunks slowly descended to the ground, his feet making no noise as they touched the cold pavement. Trunks smiled at his friend, then glanced over at the large house where loud music could be heard, blaring loudly into the night.

“Well, shall we go inside?” He asked Goten, grinning.

“Sure thing!” Goten exclaimed, making his way to the small sidewalk that led up to the large home. A firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned to Trunks, his eyes questioning.

Trunks grinned. “Lets make a bet before we go inside..” He began. He chuckled as he watched Goten’s eyebrow raise slightly. “I bet that I get a kiss before the night is over.” His grin widened.

Goten sighed. He knew his best friend was very attractive…girls seemed to flock around him at all times; if he bet against him, he would surely lose. He smirked. “Fine, but I’m not betting against that.”

Trunks laughed, slapping him on the back before walking towards the house, Goten following him silently.

The noise inside the home was nearly deafening, as were the shrill cries of drunken teenage girls as they spotted Goten and Trunks walking through the door. Almost immediately, Trunks was surrounded, and even Goten had a few female acquaintances hanging off his arms. They grinned at each other and made their way farther into the house to join the rest of the party, girls following them worshipfully.

Two hours later, Goten sat on a couch, drinking a beer and listening to the obnoxious conversation around him. He hadn’t seen Trunks in some time, and imagined he had run off with some girl. He frowned slightly, a knot forming in his stomach. What was wrong with him tonight? He was acting almost jealous of the attention Trunks got. He had never really been jealous of it before that night, so why the change? He pondered it silently, before he was nearly knocked off the couch from behind. Scowling, he turned to see Trunks, on his back leaning over the couch; it was Trunks’ back that had collided with his, and from the looks of it, it was because of the slender blonde haired girl on top of him, giggling. His anger burned hotly, but he managed to hold most of it in check.

“Trunks, dammit! Did you have to nearly knock me off the couch?! Can’t you do that somewhere else or something?” He asked, irritated. Trunks looked up at him, surprised by Goten’s reaction.

“Uh…” Trunks started, a flush creeping across his cheeks. “Sorry Goten….” Trunks frowned, wondering why Goten was so mad. Then suddenly the girl on top of him didn’t seem so interesting anymore, so he slowly stood up straight and detangled himself from her arms. She pouted slightly, then followed him into the kitchen.

Goten sighed, watching them walk away. For some reason, he was feeling lousy; maybe he could manage to drink the melancholy mood away; after all, this was a party, he was supposed to be having fun! He smirked to himself, downing the rest of his beer, then wandered up to the small portable bar that had been set out, and, by the looks of it, had already been well used. He found a half bottle of amber liquid that he guessed was whiskey, then grabbed three more beers and took them outside to the pool, where he sat and talked with a few friends. He caught glimpses of Trunks a few times, and it looked as if Trunks had been drinking quite heavily. He laughed out loud at one point as he watched Trunks weaving back and forth as he walked past him. It was his turn to be laughed at, however, when he stood to get another beer and nearly fell flat on his face.

Trunks was enjoying himself, talking to his many friends that were at the party. He was also enjoying the alcohol, which he had had too much of, he knew. He had lost count after ten beers and four mixed drinks, but he had noticed that Goten wasn’t fairing much better, nor any of the other party goers.

What seemed like hours later, Trunks was slumped on the floor. He was awake, but barely; and he was having the hardest time feeling his legs. He laughed to himself softly, then blinked, remembering Goku’s words before they had left. “….and be back at a decent hour, ok?” Trunks hoisted himself to his feet, using his back against the wall for balance. He lifted his wrist, glared at it drunkenly until he realized his watch was on the other wrist. A giggle escaped his lips as he tried again, this time with the right wrist. The hands on his watch read 3 a.m.

“KUSO!” He exclaimed, pushing himself from the wall, attempting to walk. Where was Goten? How long had it been since Trunks had seen him? His brain was too fuzzy to remember. On his way out to the pool however, he stepped on something, his ankle twisting. He cursed as he fell promptly onto his ass. His eyes glazed, they wandered over the floor until he found the source of his fall. It was a hand. A large hand, attached to a large arm; one that a mop of messy black hair was resting on. Trunks snorted and laughed. Goten was laying face down on the floor in the middle of the room, passed out cold. He laughed as Goten snored softly, then remembered why he had been looking for him.

“Goooooten!” Trunks sang merrily, giving Goten a swift kick to the head. “Wakey wakey!” He said, crawling up to his friend and rolling him over. “Goten?” He asked, poking a finger into Goten’s chest.

“Hmph? Wha…mfmms..” Goten replied, swiftly falling back to sleep.

Trunks frowned. “Gooooooootennn!” He whined, shoving his face up to his friends so that they were nose to nose. “Waaake up! We gotta go hommmme now…or your father is gonna kick my ass!” Trunks giggled, then squealed as one of Goten’s eyes opened half way.

“Whatchoo sayin?” Goten slurred, leaning up on one elbow, knocking his head into Trunks’ in the process. “Owwwwww…” 

Goten was pulled out of a bizarred dream by a beautiful purple haired girl, calling his name…oh, wait…it was Trunks….why was trunks leaning over him? And where was he, anyway? After knocking foreheads with the purple haired saiyan, he sat stunned for a second, rubbing his head. Trunks giggled and fell backwards, holding his stomach. Why did he feel so weird? That’s when he remembered the party…or part of it, anyway. He shrugged to himself and grinned, watching his giggling best friend. Glancing around, he spotted several other sleeping forms, and figured most people had passed out as he had; before Trunks had so rudely waken him, anyway. He managed to climb to his feet, but it was a hard process; He stumbled slightly, grinning stupidly down at his friend who was now trying to climb to his feet. He reached down to help Trunks up, and ended up being pulled down on top of him; after a few more tries, they were both standing and they left the house to head back to Goten’s .

They flew side by side, their flight bumpy and far from steady, both of them bumping each other frequently, or finding themselves flying off in the wrong direction, which sent them into laughing fits. Suddenly it had grown quiet as both drunk boys simply focused on getting home. Suddenly, Trunks looked at Goten.

”Hey Goten, is your father going to be mad? He asked.

Goten thought about it briefly. “If he finds out we were out this late…yeah, I think he will. Even more so if he sees us drunk…”

Trunks swallowed hard. “Great…” He sighed, blinking his blurry eyes.

Goten  grinned. “Why don’t we just go to your house, and I’ll call my dad in the morning and tell him we decided to sleep at your place, and he’ll never know how late we were out!”

Trunks blinked. Goten wasn’t one for lying, especially to his father. But then, who cares? He surely didn’t want to get in trouble! Trunks snickered, turning off course for the CC, which was less than a mile away. “Great idea, Goten!” He called out before narrowly missing the top of a tree. This, of course, sent both of them into another fit of giggling.

They arrived at the darkened compound a minute later, sailing down to Trunks’ bedroom window and climbing inside quietly. Goten immediately stripped out of his clothes and collapsed on the couch in Trunk’s room, his arm falling over his eyes. “Uhn. What a party. I don’t think I’ve ever been this drunk.” He slurred.

Trunks watched his friend undress silently, heat beginning to form in his groin, the familiar sensation of desire beginning to overwhelm him. He blinked, a bit confused, then shrugged it off, plopping onto the couch right onto Goten’s feet. He ignored the grunt Goten gave and began removing his shirt, pants, shoes and socks, and then lifted himself so that Goten could move his feet. He then sat back, clad only in his black boxers, his eyes shifting to look at Goten who had moved into a half-sitting position, up on one elbow. He had stripped completely, which left plenty for Trunks to pretend he wasn’t looking at.

“Did you kiss someone?” Goten asked softly as he remembered the ‘bet’.

Trunks shook his head, wondering why Goten would ask something like that out of the blue. “No, you?”

Goten looked back at his best friend, a goofy smile forming on his lips as he sat up the rest of the way, gazing at his friend closely. “Kuso…I should have bet you.” He said, smirking. Trunks blinked.

”What? What do you mean, baka? Bet me for what?” Trunks asked, confused.

“You know….don’t tell me you don’t ‘member?” Goten asked, laughing drunkenly. “You said you’d get a kiss by the end of the night.”

Trunks growled. “Shimatta! I forgot about that…” He groaned, rubbing his face.

“Trunks didn’t get his kiss! Trunks didn’t get his kiss!” Goten sang softly, staring up at the ceiling. “And here I thought you would get it without a problem. Damn, should have bet you money!” He exclaimed, laughing to himself.

Trunks watched his friend silently, the tightness returning to his groin again. He wasn’t really thinking about it being Goten that was turning him on…not really. How could he think at all when he felt like this?

“Well, I didn’t see you getting anything from anybody either, Goten.” Trunks returned with a smirk. “At least I’ve kissed someone before!” He said tauntingly. “You’ve only ever kissed your mother!”

Goten scowled, his head snapping sideways to look at Trunks, who at some point had moved closer to him; they were nearly nose to nose.

Trunks leaned forward a tiny bit, closing the distance between their noses, so that his nose brushed against Goten’s softly. “You know…I know a way both of our problems can be solved. It’s really simple, too.” He said, his eyes closing as his hardened member ached with need.

Goten blinked as Trunks rubbed his nose softly against his, but didn’t pull away; in a funny way, he thought it was cute. At hearing Trunks’ statement, he frowned slightly, tilting his head in confusion. “How could we do that?” Goten asked. He knew it was too late to go to another party, and the one they had left had been nearly dead when they had finally gone home. He watched, fascinated as Trunks’ eyes slowly slid open, his face inching towards Goten’s again. There was a new look in Trunks’ eyes, but Goten couldn’t put a finger on what it was; he was much too drunk and the thought wouldn’t even stay in his head long enough to ponder it.

“Simple. We kiss each other. I get my kiss for the night, and you get your first kiss….that isn’t from your mother.” Trunks snorted a laugh.

Goten felt as if he should be shocked at the idea, but for some reason, it seemed to make sense. His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking it might be a little strange to kiss Trunks…his best friend; but as he continued to look into Trunks’ eyes, he realized that he may have always had the desire to do just that…and he hadn’t even realized it. His head nodded softly to the other saiyan. “Ok then.”

Trunks had been half expecting Goten to freak out, and was both surprised and relieved when Goten finally nodded. Trunks grinned, his eyes flashing dangerously as he leaned towards the other saiyan and pressed his lips against Goten’s. The tightness in his groin grew harder, and he was now sporting a full erection that grew more painful as he licked softly at Goten’s lower lip. Goten gasped, but shakily opened his mouth, allowing Trunks access. Trunks groaned as, for the first time, he was allowed to taste and feel Goten like he never had before. He was sweet…very sweet, like forbidden fruit. His hands raised to cup both sides of Goten’s face and he pulled the dark haired saiyan into a deeper kiss, plunging his tongue deep inside Goten’s mouth. Goten then growled low, a deep rumbling in his chest that surprised Trunks so that he began to pull away.

He was stopped before he could even think more on the subject. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him tightly against Goten’s wide chest. Goten cocked his head to one side, taking the kiss deeper, his tongue questing out shyly to mate with Trunks’. Both boys groaned into each other’s mouth, their tongues seeming to fight for dominance.