Chapter 4

“What…what’s wrong?” Trunks whispered, moving slightly towards Goten. A sliver of white hot ecstasy shot through him as his arousal rubbed the bed, his back arching, a moan making it’s way forcefully from his throat. He shook lightly, feeling Goten’s eyes on him.

“That’s…what’s wrong…” Goten answered softly. “I don’t think I can make it to the bathroom…” He whimpered.

“Ok..ok…if we just lay here, and clear our mind, we’ll be ok.” He said, almost as if trying to convince himself. Goten nodded, turning back to stare straight ahead, as did Trunks. Silence stretched for over half a minute before it was broken by Goten’s soft whisper.

“I…I….” The dark haired demi-saiyan flipped himself onto his back quickly, a grimace washing over his features. Trunks felt both embarrassed and aroused as his eyes immediately landed upon the large tent in the front of Goten’s pants. He reached out with one hand, tapping his best friend on the shoulder.

“Are you all right, Goten?” He asked; however, the only response he received was that of Goten’s body to Trunks’ touch. Goten’s back arched, a low throaty moan sounding from deep within him. Trunks’ blinked, looking down at his hand on Goten’s shoulder, then to the writhing body beneath it. Goten’s eyes cracked open slightly, his cheeks flushed with arousal. Those coal black eyes met his hesitantly, the young man’s adam’s apple bobbing heavily before he spoke. His voice came in a hushed whisper, but Trunks’ also thought it sounded surprisingly like a hiss.

“Trunks…please…….” Goten said, letting the last word hang in the air. “Please….touch me.” He said, his dark eyes pleading. Trunks nearly fell off the bed,from both shock and the fact that his dick seemed to have suddenly turned into a cylinder of cement, he was so hard. He watched as Goten’s hands once again gripped the sheets beneath him, his hips jerking softly, legs and arms trembling. Trunks felt himself sliding next to the other man, his eyes raking over the quivering form, his own need beginning to make him feel shaky and lightheaded.

Goten’s eyes still locked onto his face pleadingly, but when his hand began sliding down the younger man’s torso, the eyes snapped shut, his hips rocking into the air. He continued moving his hand downwards, until he came to the elastic waist of Goten’s gi pants. He muttered softly for Goten to lift himself, and Goten obeyed, using his heels to lift his ass off the bed so Trunks could slip the pants down, freeing the extremely swollen member from it’s captor. Goten’s whole body was now shaking as he lay exposed, the cool air blowing across his hot form through the open patio doors. Trunks swallowed, his hand poised above the boy’s erection, not sure whether or not to believe this was real. Slowly, his hand came to rest on the fleshy hardness, his eyes lifting to Goten’s face immediately as the boy yelled out, as if in pain.

“Ahhhnnnnnnnn!” Goten screamed, hips thrusting deeply into Trunks’ hand. A small amount of slippery wetness was smeared across his palm as Trunks lifted his hand, poising it over the head of Goten’s erection; he brought the curled hand back down, sliding it across the velvety smooth flesh, nearly fainting from how aroused he got while watching Goten’s face. He pressed himself against  Goten’s hip, a small moan escaping his lips as he thrust forward again, his hand moving in time with his thrusts. Goten was panting heavily, hips thrusting wildly; something inside Trunks broke, and he found himself on top of the other boy, thrusting his tongue into the already opened mouth of Goten. Goten’s tongue twirled itself around his, his own twisting and wrestling with heated passion. He lifted one hand to loosen the buttons on his pants, then slipped them off, giving them a backwards kick off of the bed. Their erections how pressed against the other’s freely, both moaning softly into the kiss. Trunks thrust softy against Goten, his breath escaping him at the astonishing sensations that shot through his body. Goten groaned under him, thrusting upwards at him, and they began a rhythm, their lengths rubbing against each other, gaining momentum as both cocks became slippery with glistening juices.

Their thrusts grew hurried, pants filling the air; Goten wrapped his arms around Trunks, rolling him over to thrust more forcefully at him. Trunks gasped, his back arching off the bed; Goten’s head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes wide as he thrust again, his voice caught briefly before a scream tore from his throat, his seed splashing against Trunks’ cock, lubricating their movements. Trunks stared up at his best friend, awestruck at how beautiful he looked, when suddenly, waves of pleasure washed over him. He leaned upwards into Goten’s chest, moaning the other saiyan’s name over and over, his body jerking spasmodically as his seed sprayed between them.

They lay panting in each other’s arms, the stillness of the night seeming odd after such a loud display just seconds earlier. Trunks’ wondered briefly if anyone had heard them…he didn’t know how anyone couldn’t have. Goten spoke first, his voice soft, breath warm against Trunks’ ear.

“Trunks….I…” he began, but cut himself off abruptly.

“Mm…Goten…you don’t need to say anything. Lets just stay like this for a while, ok?” He asked, pulling Goten closer to him. It felt strange, holding Goten like this; he blushed ragingly as he thought about the intimate contact they had shared, and knew it was far from ‘normal’ for best friends to share this way. He should know…they had been best friends forever, and had never even thought of doing it before now.

But, what would happen now? Could they go back to being best friends, as they always had? Or had they somehow changed something, changed it so much that they could never go back? The even deep breathing above him told him that Goten was far from those thoughts; he was fast asleep. Trunks snorted.

“Baka.” He said, pushing the larger saiyan softly so that he rolled off of him and onto his back. Goten still slept, his face peaceful and relaxed, a small smile upon his lips. Trunks turned on his side to watch Goten, leaning his head against his curled fist. His eyes skittered across the bed to rest upon the doujinshi, still wide open, displaying the hentai images that had disgusted him when he had first seen them, even as it had made him aroused. He smirked softly. ‘Funny,’ he thought, musing. ‘The comic has turned into somewhat of a reality. Or did it simply make us see reality?’