With the softest of steps Trunks landed on his tiptoes before settling flatfooted. However, his 'mini' counterpart Jock wasn't so graceful, mater of fact, he could have woken the dead with his landing. He tripped over his own feet, and nearly collapsed. His arms spun around till he finally found balance.
Trunks put a hand on his sons shoulder. Though he looked a little on the disgusted side he did manage to smile. He knew his son was just barely four, although, he couldn't remember a time when he was ever this clumsy.
Bulma burst out the door running towards the two boys. Her arms already open wide, cheeks flush with excitement. "My little plumbs have finally come home." She squealed in delight as she lifted Jock, and swung him in circles before giving Trunks a big hug.
Vegeta leaned in the door way with a cross look as he watched the woman. "Woman, you'll smother them before they even get in the door." He crossed his arms. "Would be a shame considering the tykes only four…"
"Mom…" Trunks managed as he pried her off of himself. "Love yah to ma." His expression was a mirror of his father; it was prideful, and cocky. He wasn't the only one to have it Jock had it as well.
Half an hour into being back at home Jock was fast asleep, and Trunks was carefully closing the door. Finally Trunks settled onto the sofa. His posture was all business, and expression all stern despite how tired he was. Sleep was rare with the active four year old, the closing of college, and managing a business. He was over all glad to be back at home.
"You know…" Bulma started to say as she entered the room with a cool glass of lemonade. "I'm so happy to have the sound of little feet again. Seems just yesterday you were that age." She smiled, and sat down the tray before settling into a near by chair. "You blink and they're grown."
"Thank God." Vegeta snorted making himself comfortable on the sofa. "The walk and talk is the easier part. The hard part is sit down and shut up… Once you've got that down you've got the near perfect kid." He grinned. He wouldn't admit it but he was fond of Jock.
Bulma shot Vegeta a look that boldly stated 'grow up' followed by 'pig headed bastard'. She was full of it when it came to him, but there was that gray area in which they found love. She gave an exasperated sigh, and then smiled. "Well, since Vegeta is 'so' into this child rearing how about you take the day off Trunks and leave Jock with us."
Trunks looked at his mother like she was insane. Sure she'd lasted a weekend with Jock, but that was with him around at timely intervals. But, who was he to not take up her offer; he was exhausted. And, after all Bulma was his mother, and she had done just fine with himself. "Thanks." He replied sincerely.
Bulma smiled before she shooed her son out the door. The boy was totally too serious even for the plate that was before him. She was a little on the worried side that he'd skipped the 'fun' part in growing up.
Trunks headed for the place he always did when he had a moment of free time, with or without Jock. He hadn't glanced at the clock to know what time it was, but he had glanced at the ring on his finger. He was more than a little happy to be home. He'd have a bit more free time. He was positive Goten would be more than ecstatic about that.
Goten had the door open before Trunks had even landed. He knew exactly what today was, and it made his heart sink. But, he didn't want to let the other in on that, so he put forth his best smile.
Trunks gave Goten a questioning look. He didn't need words; he just knew when something wasn't right. Stroking the others cheek. They hadn't even said a word yet concerning hello.
Goten continued with the silence, and the smile. He too reached out and stroked the others cheek. It was easier this way until he handle on how he felt. He didn't completely understand it, but in other ways he did.
Trunks cleared his throat. Normally, when he was without Jock they were all over each other, stumbling into the door, and non verbally fighting over who was going to be pinned against what ever the furniture of the moment was. Not to mention the sounds of breaking glass and topping tables, moans and groans… This silence, the moment was getting uncomfortable.
Goten's cheeks flushed as he batted his lashes in an almost to feminine way. He rubbed the back of his neck. The intensity was near unbearable. He knew Trunks knew that something was up even without being told. He should have known that he couldn't get one over on Trunks. He to cleared his throat before stepping aside to let the other in. No sense in standing in the doorway while this discomforting moment continued.
Trunks shut the door a little to calmly behind him. He looked Goten in the eyes as he locked the place up. "You're mine." He grinned wickedly, almost sadistically. He didn't have enough fingers, and probably not enough toes to count for the dry spell. It wasn't that he hadn't seen the other recently. However, recently there wasn't a moment without Jock being around until now.
Goten looked sheepishly at Trunks. Damn where had his spunk, and carnal desire for the other gone. He was standing here acting like a puddle of mush, a teenager with no gut or experience. "We have to talk."
Here it comes. Trunks braced himself as his heart sunk into his feet. He could already see it shattered on the floor. He was being dumped, and without doubt it was for some pretty little knock out with a bust size in double digits, and an IQ to match.
Goten raised a brow, and near laughed a Trunks. He could see by the others look, and posture just what he was thinking. In relationships that was probably the worst line to use… Ever. He could kick himself for using it. "Nothing like that." He whispered dryly. "It's just with you back and all…"
Trunks breath was hitched in his throat, and a knot was so tight in his belly. He couldn't bring himself to speak, not a single word. Instead he just listened. He had enough practice, school and business had taught him that much.
"I know you still feel him, think of him, and need him. He'll never stop being apart of you Trunks… And, now that you're back I just know somehow someway you'll end up back with him." Goten looked at his feet as he took a deep breath. He then managed to look Trunks in the eyes. "It's just that… Time with you has made me no longer want you, but need you. I love Jock like he was my own."
"I think we sort of forced ourselves into this situation." Trunks expression softened, it was something the he only let Goten see. "I know fate tied the red strings around mine and Gohan's finger… But, my father knew best." He put a hand on Goten's shoulder. "I haven't spent four years away to just let one little thing like a string get in the way…"
"Whatever happens I'll always…" Goten swallowed hard. Where had those words gone that he had wanted to say? That he'd never said until today. Why was it today that was so important? Time to suck it up, swallow hard, and just get on with it.
Trunks put a finger on Goten's lips as he watched the other open it to speak up. But, he already knew what he was going to say. He, had contemplated saying it as well, but… It was a little hard when, as Goten had put it 'he'll never stop being apart of you Trunks'. A feral grin came across his lips; it was time to break the seriousness, and the dry spell.
Goten chuckled, and closed the distance between Trunks and himself. Seriousness was becoming harder to do by the minute. They were men, and they had needs… And, how aware of those needs he was. And, besides the topic had pretty much been covered and he did feel a lot better now that it was off of his chest.
Trunks had all the green light he needed as he crushed their lips together. His arms wrapping around the other, hands pressing into the small of Goten's back. How delightful it felt to have such a need filled.
Goten carefully worked the buttons on Trunks shirt. He knew how the other could be when it came to his clothes. Especially when he didn't have a second shirt. His hands traipsed across the others firm chest, fingers grazing over the others scar. He knew all the right spots.
Trunks gripped the collar of Goten's shirt, all but whimpering 'fuck me'. His body writhed in delight as the other's hands caressed, and fingers grazed near his scar. Given the right touch it was one of the most sensitive spots in his body.
Goten's grin turned feral. Now past seriousness, relaxed onto business the scent of Trunks filled his nostrils. It was scent that commanded him to give into instincts. To give the other what he wanted, what he needed.
They both knew just what they both wanted, what they both needed. It was to be fucked like wild animals, like total savages. They were both totally the same. Their bodies knowing just what they needed, wanted, damn near craved. Even if mentally they didn't know themselves.
Trunks groaned as his neck rolled, and hips bucked upwards. He didn't know exactly how they'd ended up in the bedroom in under a minute, or when his hand had reached in a dresser, but he wasn't complaining. He fingered the square package in attempts to tear it open without tearing yet another condom. Number… God only knew…
Goten hated it just as much he knew Trunks did, but he knew why using a condom was necessary. Jock was like his own flesh and blood, and they both certainly didn't need another kid. They were rabbits, but that didn't mean the world had to know.
Gohan had let himself into Goten's place with use of the hidden key. He rarely came to visit, and he was unannounced. He usually caught up with his brother and his mothers over dinner once a week. Today, however, when he had stopped by his mothers for a quick visit she had asked him to drop something off at Goten's place.
Gohan could hear the distinct moans of his brother that was apparently in the throws of passion with another. He nearly dropped what he was holding when he realized just whom the second voice belonged to. It was the voice of Trunks. Shakily he set the package down, and headed towards the living room. He didn't know what exactly was drawing him in.
Gohan couldn't come to terms with this. Was this why Trunks had fled? Because Trunks was ashamed that he was screwing his brother behind his back? He could really scream affair, he was in the same position himself. He sat himself on the sofa. Tortured he continued to wait, to listen. Almost drowning he noticed the picture on the coffee table.
It was a fairly goofy picture. Trunks with a lopsided, cocky smile rested a small child onto his hip. Goten had his arms wrapped around the both him. He looked all giggles as he held up his hand with the victory sign.
Gohan swallowed hard. He'd remember Vegeta, his preaching and teaching about the things their breed could do. Now, he was seeing it first hand just what their breed could accomplish.
Gohan wanted to leave. But, he felt glued to sit through the torture. He ran his fingers through his hair as tears ran down his face. That was the love of his life. The one who made him feel complete. Made him feel wanted… Most of all in this world even if he had a wife and child.