Chapter 3

After an hour of begging, Goten had finally convinced Chichi to let him spend the night at Trunks’ house.  He flew to the Capsule Corp, backpack slung casually over his shoulder; he soundlessly approached a small balcony, his feet landing upon it with the slightest ‘thud’. The double doors were opened wide, so he simply stepped into Trunks’ room and glanced around. Trunks was just entering his room with a plate of something that suspiciously looked and smelled like chocolate chip cookies.

“Goten! Your mom finally let you come, huh?” Trunks said with a grin, holding the plate out to his best friend.

“Yea, but I was practically on my knees begging…” Goten replied, grabbing a handful of cookies. Trunks blushed furiously as Goten’s mention of being on his knees made a certain picture from earlier that day flash into his mind. He glanced towards his nightstand where the three doujinshi lay and shook his head as if to clear it. Goten hadn’t noticed, thankfully. Trunks smiled and flopped onto his bed, shoving the plate of cookies onto the floor. Goten climbed onto the large bed, flopping backwards to stare up at the ceiling. “Today was one of the weirdest days I think I’ve ever had, Trunks.” He said, his eyes moving slowly from the ceiling to the purple haired saiyan.

Trunks nodded, releasing a small chuckle. “You and me both. I still can’t believe our father’s started making out!” He exclaimed, flopping back next to Goten. He turned onto his side to face the other boy, stretching his arms and legs as he did so. Goten watched silently, then smiled.

“I think they sort of lost themselves for a while there, though… they were really starting to get into it. What do you think?” Goten asked.

Trunks appeared to think for a moment. “Yea, I agree. When they finally snapped out of it, they looked surprised for a minute…and both of them were blushing pretty bad..” Trunks said with a laugh. They were both quiet for a few seconds, both watching each other, deep in their own thoughts. Suddenly Goten brightened.

“Hey, did you ever open that last book?” He asked, leaning up on one elbow.

“No, actually I didn’t. I really didn’t get to read much of the second one, to tell you the truth.” His cheeks turned crimson. “Eh…not that I WANT to, that is…” He said, his eyes twitching sideways nervously. Goten remained silent, then answered with a bemused laugh.

“Well…I kinda DO want to read it…just to…you know…like, out of curiosity and all….” He let the last words hang, praying to Kami that Trunks’ didn’t think he was a hentai. Trunks inwardly sighed with relief, not letting it show upon his face. He shrugged lightly as if it were nothing, then grabbed the two doujinshi—the one hentai doujin that they had already seen that afternoon, and the other that they hadn’t even looked at yet. Trunks flipped onto his stomach, motioning for Goten to do the same; after both were situated comfortably, he opened the first book, laying it flat on the bed before them so they could both could see it clearly. This time, they took the time to read the words, rather than just be stunned by the pictures. Once again, their eyes raked over the pictures of both their dad’s, making out with one another, then later pounding each other with super saiyan strength.

Goten shivered lightly as he read the small story that had no real plot, but his eyes feasted upon the hentai pictures, not noticing the tightening in his groin until he felt his hardened member pressing against Trunks’ bed. He swallowed audibly, hoping he wouldn’t have to stand up anytime soon; he certainly didn’t want Trunks to notice, he would be embarrassed beyond words. At the same time, Trunks cursed silently to himself, rocking his hips the tiniest bit in order to press himself  harder against his bed, attempting to relieve some tension without Goten noticing. Goten reached over and turned the page, both boys noting that the story of Goku and Vegeta had ended. Now they stared at cartoon drawings of themselves, skimming over the small story that accompanied it. Two pages into the story, it was obvious that this was about one thing, and one thing only. Sex. Both boys’ eyes danced over the pages, as if in a trance.

(the doujinshi, in story form, of course ^_^)

“Goten!” Trunks called out from the sky, looking down upon the dark haired saiyan who was pulling himself into a standing position after being hit with a rather large ki blast.

“Yea, Trunks?” Goten answered, looking upwards. His clothing had been nearly half burned off from the blast, and he now stood with half a pair of pants, his boots, and nothing else. 

“Lets stop for the day…how about we go for a swim in the lake?” Trunks said, pointing in the direction of the nearest lake, which wasn’t more than a half-mile from where they were training.

“Sure, Trunks, race ya there!” Goten called out, taking off into the air and zipping across the sky without warning.

“Kuso!” Trunks exploded, chasing after the younger man. He had not been able to help his eyes from wandering today; it had been three long months since he and Goten had trained, or done anything together, really. They were both too busy with school to do anything else. Now Trunks noticed how much the dark haired siayan had grown, broadened. Trunks liked what he saw, though he tried to tell himself different. He had been feeling these feelings for Son Goten for as far back as he could remember, but they had truly blossomed the past year, and even more so the past week. As he neared the lake, he slowly dropped farther to the ground, his eyes narrowed upon the subject on the beach who had just stripped out of his clothing.  “Oh Kami…” He muttered softly as he landed, watching as Goten turned to him, his smile wide and innocent.

“I won the race Trunks!” He called out, wading into the blue waters. Trunks was silent, watching as the water inched it’s way up the young man’s muscular thighs, then past his impressive manhood, washboard stomach… suddenly Trunks blinked, shaking his head slightly. Goten was saying something, what was it?

“What did you say?” Trunks called back, slipping his clothes off into a pile.

“I said, now you have to catch me!” Goten yelled, disappearing under the water. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief, because right now, he was standing naked for all to see, his manhood standing very full and upright.

Trunks couldn’t help but smirk. “Catch you, chibi? Oh, I’ll catch you, all right..” He said under his breath, advancing towards the lake, his eyes narrowed as if looking for prey. He waded into the warm water, dunking below and swimming in the shallows around the lake, getting a good idea of where Goten’s ki was coming from. Finally getting a hold of the ever-moving ki, he swam quickly towards it, willing his body to sink lower and lower in the dark waters, until he was about ten feet below the unsuspecting Goten, who had just recently came up for air.

Goten gasped great rushes of air into his lungs, shaking water from his eyes before looking around for his best friend. He spotted Trunks’ pile of clothes, so he had to be in the….

Goten’s thoughts ceased as he screamed, strong masculine arms wrapping around his waist, cool wet skin pressing against his back. “Gaaaaah! Trunks you scared me!” He accused humorously, attempting to look back at his captor. The arms tightened around him, threatening to squeeze him to death.  “Ungh…Trunks, that’s starting to hurt…”

“Shh…chibi, you know I won’t hurt you..” Trunks muttered in the other saiyan’s ear, nuzzling the soft flesh below it with his lips. Goten seemed to freeze, his body stiffening slightly. ‘kind of like my cock…’ Trunks thought absently, moving his hands up and down the boys muscular torso.

Goten blinked, confused for several moments after feeling Trunks nuzzling his neck. He was about to laugh it off before the hands around his waist moved, stroking and massaging his chest and abs. This was NOT something Trunks had done before, that was for sure. Goten struggled lightly, battling the inner turmoil that was bubbling within him. He knew that what was happening didn’t seem right, but it felt so good. Half of him wanted to run, the other half wanted to turn and return the favor to Trunks. The thought made shiver. The body behind him pressed itself closer, revealing the hardness between Trunk’s legs. Goten gasped softly, his eyes growing wide with shock, his body pausing in it’s struggles as he began to tremble. Trunks groaned, his lips catching Goten’s ear between his teeth, rolling the lobe between them before releasing it.

“Don’t be scared, Goten…I promise, this will be fun…” Trunks said, his hand moving to the limp mound between Goten’s legs. Goten gulped in air loudly as the hand slid across his most private area, not being able to repress the blush that spread across his cheeks as he immediately hardened at the touch. Trunks groaned softly from behind him, his hand stroking Goten’s length slowly and rhythmically.

Lips parting, Goten arched his back, thrusting forward into the smaller saiyan’s hand, his head flopping backwards onto Trunks’ shoulder. He was panting softly as Trunks levitated them out of the water and onto the grassy slope that held their clothing; Trunks set Goten on his knees, then walked around to stand before him, his manhood jutting proudly into Goten’s face. Goten looked up, uncertain, then leaned forward to take the long fleshy rod into his mouth tenderly.

Trunks hissed, watching his length disappear into Goten’s mouth, reveling in the warm, wet suction. He wanted this to last forever, but as Goten’s speed built, the familiar pangs of white heat spiking up his belly told him that it would all be over very soon. Soft moans escaped his lips as he tilted his head back, his eyes closing softly. Goten’s hands had moved up to his hips, large hands splaying across them and holding him as his knees went weak, pleasure radiating around him as he yelled his pleasure into the sky, his seed spurting forth to fill Goten’s waiting mouth. Before he had time to recover, Goten had pinned him face-down to the ground, his short hot pants blowing against Trunks’ ear. The younger man’s large body pressed against his own, and Trunks delighted at feeling the large hardness pressed against the back of his thigh…that was, until he realized what Goten wanted.

“Goten, I…” He started, but was hushed. He almost thought he heard amusement in his friend’s reply.

“Shh…you know I won’t hurt you…” He said, nipping Trunks’ ear. He suddenly found himself squirming, a finger slowly entering him from behind. The feeling was more of discomfort than pain, but something Trunks would rather not be experiencing either way. This was an unpredicted turn of events for sure.  Trunks gasped as more fingers probed him, sliding in and out of him, stretching, readying.  What the hell had he started?! He whimpered softly, his forehead pressed to the damp grass.

Goten was in a red haze of desire as he pumped his fingers in and out of the older saiyan, his breath coming in sharp pants against Trunks’ neck. Hearing the soft whimper, he paused, then stopped his actions, his fingers still deep within. He began licking and sucking down the side of Trunks’ neck, one hand reaching under to grasp the man’s partial arousal. He stroked lightly, waiting until Trunks began moving against him before continuing pumping in and out of Trunks with his fingers. Soon the body underneath him was writhing, their panting matching each other’s in timing. Goten quickly took his hand away from the arousal and pulled his fingers from Trunks’ body, positioning his erection  against the soft fleshy entrance he so longed to be inside of. Trunks let out a strangled moan as he breached the tight opening, going as slow as he possibly could.

Trunks’ had never thought of this, not even in his wildest fantasies. As Goten entered him, he moaned raggedly, nearly choking. From behind him, Goten grunted softly, his whole arousal filling Trunks completely. He pulled Trunks’ hips upwards, then pulled out most of the way and slid back in, his head rolling back in pleasure.

“Ugnn…Trunks…” Goten moaned, his pace quickening at the soft pleasured whimpers Trunks was panting out, hips moving to meet Goten’s lustily. Their pleasuring swelled to a high, the pitch of their lovemaking growing violent and shrill; Goten thrust himself into the smaller saiyan one last time, his mouth opening, but not emitting any sound. The  silent cry stretched his features, his eyes shut tightly as his need erupted, his come shooting deeply into Trunks’ body.

Trunks felt the next orgasm coming,it had been right there, waiting for him, for minutes now; his erection had been abandoned during their love making, and was overly swollen with the need for satisfaction. However, at the onset of Goten’s orgasm, the younger man’s frenzied thrusts hit deep within him, sending him over the edge. Without stimulation to his length, he came violently to the ground below him, just before collapsing upon it, Goten’s heavy body falling with him.

The book shook lightly, a pair of hands, one belonging to Goten, one belonging to Trunks, held it unsteadily. Both boys panted, sweat standing out upon their brows as their eyes held fast to the comic. Trunks thrust his erection into the bed beneath him, gasping at the sudden pressure. Goten blinked, turning towards his friend as he himself squirmed against the bed softly for the same reason. Trunks returned Goten’s gaze, swallowing hard. He was embarrassed, but not overly so, since recognizing the arousal in his friend’s eyes, which, he noticed, Goten didn’t try to hide.

“Uh…” Trunks began, looking away, his eyes focusing on the last page of the comic again, his eyes grazing over the pictures of “Goten” thrusting into “him” from behind. His fevered skin deepened as he blushed scarlet, licking his lips nervously. He wasn’t sure what to do, but his hard on was about to kill him. Goten seemed to be having similar problems.

“Trunks…I…uh…think I need to go to the bathroom…” Goten whispered, his voice strained as he clutched the sheets beneath him with one fist. Trunks simply nodded, looking away from his friend. A whimper sounded next to him, which made him turn back towards Goten questioningly. Goten lay perfectly still both hands fisted into the sheets now, his eyes wide as saucers. He licked his lips, then swallowed, his lower lip beginning to tremble.