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Chapter 7

Shaze was talking but Goten wasn't really listening anymore. He was just nodding and keeping an eye on the clock above the bar's counter. He wasn't completely sure of what he was exactly doing.

He had been avoiding Trunks for a week. Or, at least, he was trying to avoid him as much as possible, considering the fact that they lived together. What he wanted to avoid in reality was watching Trunks and being too often alone with him in the same room. Goten was controlling the situation the best he could so far but in all honesty, it felt like trying to hold the walls of a house ready to collapse.

The day after that bloody movie night with Trunks, Goten had woke up with the smell of his own sperm and nausea. Since then, he had tried to reassure himself and find some sense to what had happened, because what had happened should never happen again.

In fact, he was clueless about what was going on. If it was Kami's will, Goten would be ready to like guys and to fuck them, but not Trunks. Anyway, men had never interested Goten and he was surprised that this kind of attraction could arise so late in his life. Goten had always been the one to chase every woman passing by and he hadn't even been able to help cheating on Valese for a hot chick. He had never looked at a guy the way he had been looking at Trunks. He had wondered if his lousy affair with Valese hadn't, perhaps, stiffled some of his natural aspirations about men. Thus, Goten had paid very careful attention to the men around him, especially the ones that could more or less stand Trunks' standard. Nevertheless, none of them had aroused a hint of desire in his mind. There was no hope that another guy could distract him from the lust he felt for Trunks.

After that, Goten had vaguely hoped that maybe this sudden and embarrassing attraction would only be temporary. However, it had quickly appeared clear to him that it wasn't the case. Trunks' mere proximity generated an uncontrollable disorder in his body. Trunks' scent, his voice, and even his presence alone tickled Goten's belly in a dangerous way. He had to find out a solution to end this turmoil somehow.

The option to talk directly with Trunks was banned. Goten felt so ashamed. He would never be able to find the words and more specifiaclly, he was fearing Trunks' reaction. He could still remember how Trunks had cringed with panic that night when Goten came home drunk and told him he wanted him. How could Goten explain to his best friend, his only childhood friend, that he was craving to fuck him? Goten's blood was running cold at this simple idea.

So, basically, for the moment Goten had decided to keep as much distance as possible with Trunks. It was wiser considering that Goten had almost kissed him on the couch. Goten was completely aware that he could be impulsive and totally reckless, especially when his groin pressed him too much. He knew it because he had earned some stinging mishaps from his foolish behaviour when he was younger. Nevertheless, staying apart wasn't a real solution. It was mostly painful and temporary.

What tore Goten the most about this option was considering Trunks' feelings. Trunks was smart and knew him by heart. Goten's coldness hadn't escaped him for very long. Trunks had no chance of understanding Goten's distant behaviour and Goten felt the pain he was inflicting on Trunks. Goten could read his friend's concern just by gazing into Trunks' worried eyes and by noticing his shy hesitations. And this realization oppressed Goten's heart more than his intimate doubts. Trunks had already asked him several times if something was wrong. It seemed like Trunks always knew when something was wrong and none of Goten's lies could make the difference. Goten had often been tempted to accept Trunks' proposal about a meal together or a good spar at the dojo, in order to reassure him about their friendship. However, that kind of crap had to be avoided. Absolutely.

In these last few days, Goten was a bit more serene because Trunks was away on a business trip. The lustful demon in Goten was easier to fight in Trunks' absence, but it didn't really let go of Goten as it was still biting worse as ever.

The only way to cure this afflication had finally arose in Goten's brain. He simply needed a real screw with a woman. That was what he truly needed. It could be with anyone, as long as his obsession for Trunks would at last stop gnawing his body and mind. He was aware of the consequences of stepping into a dirty affair that would certainly end badly. He was so good at getting into trouble. Nevertheless, as usual, he had merely shrugged at the consideration of this possibility. He would see how it would turn out. Anyway, he had no other choice. He had to do something, otherwise the situation was going to drive him crazy and screw up his friendship with Trunks.

Shaze was brown. She had beautiful blue eyes, drop-dead legs, and she was single. She was one of the receptionists in the Capsule Corp. She had appeared as the obvious key for Goten's problem, when one of his co-workers had pointed out that she seemed to be interested in him. He had been quickly able to check out this rumor and in fact, things had turned out incredibly fast and easy, just like Goten needed them to be.

To add to Goten's luck, Shaze had a really promising body. She seemed to focus all her intellectual potential on how to use it and higlight it in the most productive manner possible.

In a way, this detail reassured Goten. He wasn't really sure of what he was doing and he wasn't really proud either. His aim of course had nothing to do with engaging in a serious relationship with her and he doubted such a girl was looking for one either. Everything was for the best, and the clock's hand above the counter were dangerously advancing to indicate it was time to go.

- Shall we go, Shaze? Goten sighed.

He waved to the waitress to get the bill.

- I'm going to wash my hands, Shaze answered.

Goten nodded and she stood up to head toward the restroom. He stared at her while she was walking away, perched on her ultra-sexy heels, which made her legs seem even longer than they were. Yes, really, everything was for the best.

He called a taxi. Willing to prevent Shaze's surprise about him having no car, and since he couldn't explain that he was indeed flying most of the time, Goten had told her he owned some expansive modern car that was for the moment stuck at the garage for some repairs. He knew it was, as usual, a bullshit lie. It was exactly the sort of lies that were stupid, impulsive, and that would surely come back to him in a very unpleasant way. However, for the moment, the most important thing was that he needed this woman in his bed.

- Where do you wanna go? Goten whispered in her ear as he spotted the taxi parking along the sidewalk.

She blinked a little and looked at him with shining and confused eyes. At this time, he suspected that he had won the game.

- We could have a last drink , she muttered with an irresistible pout.

- OK.

- But we should rather go to your place 'cause I only have a small appartment and I'm hosting my sister right now, she added immediately.

Goten clenched his teeth instantly. He hadn't anticipated that. He calculated very quickly that Trunks wouldn't be home anyway since he was traveling. In addition, even if the house might not be very tidy, Goten didn't remember anything compromising hanging around. He smiled mechanically.

- Let's go, he replied, hiding his annoyance to perfection.

They started kissing in the taxi already and Goten felt his excitement rising gradually and healthily. If this woman hadn't had an effect on him, he could have considered himself lost forever.

Shaze was immediately charmed by the house, and this made Goten swollen with pride. He loved his home. As he turned on the lights, she marvelled even more at the view of the channel's banks. He took the opportunity to pick up some clothes unexpectedly lying around and to slide some old empty packages of takeout food under the couch.

- What do you want to drink? he asked

- Oh, uh ... some juice would be perfect.

Goten opened the fridge warily but was comforted to find Trunks' orange juice, the one he was accustomed to drink at breakfast, while Goten stuffed himself with bitter coffee. He poured the juice for Shaze and got himself a can of soda. He went back to the lounge where Shaze had already sat down on the sofa with her legs crossed in a quite suggestive way.

- Are you the owner of this gorgeous place? she asked with sparkles in her eyes.

- Uh ... Yes. The house belongs to me, you like it?

Goten bit his lip. One more bullshit lie. However, he had guessed that this was the best answer to give, it had been the one Shaze expected. He was getting impatient for the outcome of the night.

- I love it, she stated.

She took her glass with a seductive look. Goten felt hypnotized by her legs as he sat beside her.

- This view on the channel is really ... romantic, Shaze added putting down her glass on the table.

Goten didn't answer and merely illustrated her comment by sticking softly his lips on hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she immediately kissed him passionately. He gently pushed her down onto the couch and slid his hand under her blouse. At that moment, his focus was disturbed by the scent. Shaze was laying on the side of the sofa that was usually Trunks', and one of his sweaters had been left on the cushions. Goten was instantaneously overwhelmed by his goddamn scent. It was so powerful that he had the feeling that Trunks was standing beside him. Goten was immediately destabilized and broke the kiss.

- What's going on? Shaze whispered with concern, watching him with her large, deep and shining blue eyes.

- Eh ... Wait, you're on ... my tenant's sweater, Goten stammered.

She frowned and sat up.

- You got a tenant? she exclaimed.

- Yeah, but don't worry. He is on a trip right now, Goten replied ruefully.

He had removed Trunks' clothing on which Shaze had been sitting on.

- However, he is really fussy with his clothes. You know what I mean? I'm just going to hang that sweater, Goten resumed getting up to get rid of this embarrassing concentrate of Trunks.

- No, I don't know what you mean! Goten, it's just a stupid fucking sweater! Throw it away. You'll worry later about that crap! Shaze objected with a furious voice.

Therefore, Goten had already left the sweater hanging in the hallway. That scent, that damn scent was hunting him from ten meters away. It had disturbed his desire for Shaze, and he felt less confident but his plan with her had to work. It was a golden opportunity which would put an end to all his troubles. When he came back to the living room, Shaze was sitting quietly on the couch and watched him with an angry pout.

- You got a problem Goten? she asked.

There was no doubt that Shaze knew the mechanics of men. At the point where they were, no man would have stopped their business to carefully store away the sweater of a tenant who was "really fussy with his clothes".

He sat eagerly next to her, rubbing gently his hand on her knee.

- No problem at all. Where was I? he replied in a soft voice leaning toward her.

However, she moved slightly away with suspicion and uncrossed her legs to align them more decently.

- Goten, I'm not sure we should... she whispered.

As to strengthen the doubt she had just expressed, the sound of the key in the lock startled them suddenly. Goten stiffened and jumped on his feet. After a while, Trunks appeared. He was dragging a suitcase and an expression of surprise and embarrassment was painted on his face. Goten and Shaze silently stared back at him with the same astonishment. There was a brief silence that seemed endless to all of them.

- Uh ... It's me, Trunks annouced with discomfort, you've forgotten that I was suppose to be back tonight?

- I don't remember, Goten mumbled, but ... This is Shaze. Shaze, that's Trunks who lives here with me.

Trunks nodded to greet Shaze. He was wearing an ecru suit and he seemed a bit more tanned than when he left. Goten gulped to see him so seductive.

- But ... You are ... Mr. Briefs! Shaze exclaimed, with a hint of amazement in her voice.

Trunks smiled weakly. He didn't recognize her but he understood immediately that she was obviously working at Capsule Corp. He briefly glanced at Goten with despair.

- Mr. Briefs, I am Shaze Shelton. I am responsible for the reception desk, Shaze announced immediately by walking toward Trunks with an outstretched hand.

Trunks shook her hand. He was trying with great awkwardness to avoid paying attention to her scruffy blouse. As if this detail had suddenly struck her mind, she turned to Goten. Having her back turned to her boss, she could hastily adjust her garments while talking to her host.

- Goten, you could have told me that Mr. Briefs was your tenant! she snarled sarcastically.

- He didn't because we'd like it to remain discreet, Trunks clarified, in fact, Goten and I have been friends since childhood.

Goten was fully stunned and unable to speak a consistent sound. He just shook his head blankly as an approval.

- Anyway, I'm pleased to meet you. I often see you but we never had the opportunity to talk, Shaze resumed with a softened voice.

She was now impeccably dressed again.

- Yes, unfortunately I'm often in a hurry... but I should leave you alone, Trunks replied with a questioning eye to Goten.

- Oh no, Mr. Briefs, you are home here. I was leaving anyway... But maybe we may meet again, right Goten?

- Surely, Goten answered absently.

He was standing in the living room and seemed totally numb. As he wasn't moving to escort Shaze to the door, Trunks decided to take care of it, much to the delight of the young woman who was visibly impressed and glad to be facing him.

Goten propped himself down on the couch with a dejected air. All his plan had failed. He was cursed. Trunks walked back into the living room after Shaze had left.

- You should have warned me, he exclaimed, I mean ... I let you know my flight was landing tonight. There was a delay, but you knew it was tonight ...

- I forgot, Goten murmured.

The truth was that he had actually never really paid attention to what Trunks had told him.

Trunks had taken off his jacket and was loosening his tie and unbuttoning his sleeves with his usual gestures. Goten was unresponsive. He was just watching him.

- A text message! Trunks resumed with exasperation, at least one lousy text message! Goten! I don't dare to guess what you had exactly in mind with this girl, but given the state in which you left her shirt ... Can you imagine what would have happened if I had arrived at a different time?

Trunks grabbed angrily a bottle of water in the fridge and leaned over the counter to face Goten who was still slumped on the couch.

- I wouldn't have mind. I would have taken a room in a hotel or I would have dropped by at my mother's, Trunks sighed ... Goten, don't you think sometimes?

He drank from the bottle. He had spoken on a preachy tone but Goten could feel the anger contained in his voice. He spotted a few drops of water slidding down Trunks' chin. Trunks wiped them absentmindedly with the back of his hand. This simple gesture lit a flame somewhere in Goten's belly. Trunks looked at him, waiting for a response that didn't come. He put the bottle down and walked to the couch.

- Are you listening? Trunks insisted, in addition, it was a girl working at the Capsule ...

Giving up the hope of a real answer from Goten, Trunks rubbed his eyelids for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about everything this situation could have implied. Finally, he just sighed again and looked down once more at Goten who just kept watching him silently with a sheepish expression. Trunks gently sat down next to him.

- Goten ... There's something wrong with you lately, he noted with a softened voice.

He put his hand on Goten's shoulder to make him feel more confident. Goten quivered and felt a thousand tingling prickles spread through his body. Trunks' blue eyes were plunging mercilessly into his. Goten was hypnotized and overwhelmed by the urge to embrace him and to kiss him.

- What is it that you don't wanna tell me? Trunks asked with a hint of disappointment.

Goten raised a trembling hand to him and grabbed his elbow.

- Trunks ... I ...

Trunks tilted his head with concern. Goten couldn't speak, nothing came out. However, his body wasn't so shy to express what was so hard for him to say in a loud voice. Goten pulled discreetly a little on his sweater to hide his embarassing arousal. His throat was completely dry and he was slightly shivering. Trunks frowned and unconsciously tightened his grip on Goten's shoulder. Goten still remained silent.

- You want me to move out? Trunks whispered worriedly.

Those words froze immediately Goten's blood. He was wondering with some panic if Trunks was proprosing this because he had understood what Goten had lousily failed to hide. Goten suddenly felt like crying.

- No, Goten exclaimed softly, no, no… you wanna move out?

- Not really, I feel good here... But you're so weird Goten, I feel like I bother you. Is it about this girl? You want ...

- Forget the girl, Goten cut off eagerly.

Trunks raised his eyebrows at his friend's reaction.

- Okay ... Goten, I don't really understand what's going on and maybe you'd like to explain it to me later. In the meantime ... just let me know when you bring a girl here. I really, really ... Wouldn't like to find ... You...

The voice of Trunks died as if it was too hard to finish his sentence. He merely let go of Goten to get up.

- Whatever... let me know, Trunks concluded.

Goten let his friend's nice touch escape from him with a knot in the stomach.

- There won't be anymore girls here, Goten annouced firmly.

Trunks looked down at him with surprise. This sounded a bit radical for Goten.

- Really? Trunks asked with a mischievous smile.

- Unless you are bringing one, of course, Goten muttered.

Trunks sighed.

- The only thing is to warn each other, Goten OK?

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