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Chapter 10
The spring night had eventually fallen. The channel's banks were merely illuminated by the diffuse light from the living room, which could hardly pierce the tough darkness. Goten was watching the dark water's waves that were reflecting intermittently the moonlight. He was smoking, thinking back to the strange day he just had. He was remembering Trunks and what they did in his office. Goten strangely felt both concerned and incredibly relieved. First of all, he was relieved to have patched up with Trunks. Goten had feared that his friend would spend months without talking to him again. This idea had severely worried him because Trunks could be very determined. In the end, Goten hadn't expected to make up so quickly and so completely.
Trunks hadn't uttered a word when Goten had suggested him to come home. He'd merely nodded and followed obediently. Goten had realized how terrible his friend was doing then. Trunks was simply and totally exhausted. Even more, he was the shadow of himself, emptied of any will and energy. How long had it been since he had slept? How long had he been thinking that he could find his salvation in the permanent stress of his responsibilities? The secretary explained that he hadn't left his office for three days. Goten could have slapped her for letting Trunks do such things. However, Goten knew it was stupid to put the blame on her. She wasn't his mother. She was paid to let him know the giant amount of work that was to be carried out, and Trunks alone felt compelled to deal mercilessly with it, without help and without rest.
Goten had decided that Trunks would be on vacation for the next month. As he had announced it, the secretary had opened her mouth and was apparently ready to object. However, the way Goten coldly glared at her had been enough to silence her. He hadn't even allowed her to talk to her boss. Goten had simply let her know that he was driving Trunks back home. Indeed, in Goten's mind, his house had always remained Trunks' home.
After a moment of deep concern about the state of his shirt, Trunks had replaced it with another brand new one that was exactly identical to the previous one. Then, he had withdrawn into himself and hadn't spoken a word anymore. He had followed each of Goten's directives with an unusual docility, allowing his friend, for once and with complete confidence, to be the one in charge of the situation. Trunks had fallen asleep for the first time in the taxi and when they arrived home, he'd just collapsed on his bed, curled up on himself and went out like a light. Goten had deserted his post at work without any explanation to his manager in order to stay with Trunks and watch over him.
Goten was obsessed by the memory of their unexpected and delicious embrace. However, he was fearing a bit Trunks' reaction when he would snap out of it. To be true, Trunks had surely been aware and willing about what happened in his office but, in a way, his judgement could have been disturbed by his state of tiredness and stress. For now, he hadn't had a word of reproach or regret. In fact, he had remained silent all the way back home. He had even settled himself against Goten's shoulder to doze in the car, as a natural and comforting gesture. Nevertheless, Goten couldn't be sure about Trunks' feelings. Unlike Goten, Trunks would think about it before speaking clearly.
In fact, Goten himself wasn't sure what to think. Of course, he loved Trunks. Of course, he didn't regret their experience, and of course, he always wanted him, more now than ever. However, Goten wasn't able to figure out where all this was supposed to lead them. Was it purely physical? Was it just a strange attraction, a bit unnatural and kind of incestuous in their curious perverted minds? Was it that kind of attachment that would cure them from anyone else? In this case, how were they supposed to handle this? How would Trunks handle this? He was looking even more embarassed than Goten. Trunks loved so much to decide and master everything that he could be annoyed to realize he wasn't able to fight his feelings.
Goten watched the smoke-cloud above him and pursed his lips. To find out their bond's real cause, they had to go to the end of this adventure. If Trunks agreed, they would have to experience their feelings till the end and draw conclusions later. As far as he was concerned, Goten didn't necessarily need to understand everything. He just knew he still badly desired Trunks.
Trunks half-opened his eyes and noticed that night had fallen already. He carefully unfolded the arm on which he had slept. It was now completely stiff and he rubbed it absently. He was slightly cold and felt uncomfortable with his suit still on. He was a bit surprised to discover that he hadn't even removed his shoes, which was an unforgivable oversight in his neurotic obsessions' collection. He took off his shoes and instinctively unbuttoned his shirt sleeves with a weary gesture. Only at that moment, his brain's numbness dissipated and he realized he was in his room, in Goten's house. The sheets weren't fresh and they even reeked of Goten's scent. Trunks understood unconsciously that certainly his friend had slept there.
Trunks remembered suddenly what they had done. It had been a moment of pure bliss but he felt terribly confused. Some acute memories of their embrace rose slowly to the surface of his mind, and he felt gradually and relentlessly aroused. He slammed his hand on his pants with a disgruntled expression, as if he had been able to silence his body. He removed his shirt and also undid his pants to get rid of his clothes. He savored the fresh air on his skin.
He glanced around him but the empty room didn't even have a mere T-shirt to offer. He shrugged and sank under the blanket. He thought he would fall asleep again in the minute, but Goten's memory and scent were crawling in his brain now and the both of them were awakening a little more of his desire, preventing the sleep to come. He firmly grabbed his boxers as if he could have commanded his groin to calm down. In fact, his gesture had just the opposite effect and Trunks felt his arousal growing even more by the touch.
"Fuck," he muttered.
He wasn't really surprised. After a very steady pace, his sex life had fallen to zero for several months and his body didn't like it. His little misdemeanour with Goten had let the devil out of the box. He yielded to his body's demands, as he knew that nothing would calm the fire that was burning in him. He slipped his hand in his underwear and began some slow movements. His crotch was incredibly responsive. Trunks was feeling intoxicated by Goten's scent around him. He glanced at the bedside and spotted the box of tissues he had left a few weeks ago.
He grabbed it with his free hand without stopping his slow stroke. He soon found himself impatient and had to quicken his pace almost unconsciously. He bit his lip, worried that Goten could hear him. He had just enough time to catch tissues as he spilled himself with a weak whimper. He was panting. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
It had been a pressing invasive need and he felt relieved, but the pleasure was far from the one he had taken with Goten. He cleaned himself the best he could in the darkness and pushed carelessly the box and the used handkerchiefs out of the bed. Finally, he could wrap himself wearlily in the blankets, and go back to a healthy sleep.
Sunrise flooded the room with a bright light that eventually woke Goten. He stretched out and yawned, without paying attention to the television, he hadn't had the strength to turn off before falling asleep. He rubbed his head and stared with an empty eye at the channel's banks through the glass door. Except for the hothead that was presenting teleshopping on TV, the house was silent. Goten absentmindedly pressed the remote to silence the peeler's seller. He sat for a moment on the edge of the couch.
Trunks seemed to be still asleep. Goten had gone to see him in his room several times in the evening. Except when he got undressed and sank under the blankets, Trunks hadn't changed his position once. This habit of sleeping like a statue was breathtaking. Goten had been tempted to sleep with him. He had really wanted it, but he had feared it could be a bad idea. He still remained uncertain about Trunks' state of mind after their "slip-up" in his office. It would have been even more painful for Goten to be rejected if he'd had time to immerse himself in Trunks' scent and warmth.
Anyway, Goten hadn't needed to think very long about where he would spend the night, since once again he'd fallen asleep by watching television. As he got up, he wasn't really surprised to feel his desire had awoken too. He took a few sips of water at the sink and carefully went up the stairs leading to Trunks' room. Goten could hear the early birds that were welcoming the sun's appearance outside.
He cautiously opened the door and watched his friend's outline under the blanket that was slightly enlightened by the shy dawning day. Trunks was still curled up, facing the door, his back to the window. Goten approached the bed and brushed Trunks' hair, savoring the soft tingling on his palm. He looked down at the sleeper and noticed the box and the used tissues on the ground. A mischievous smile strectched Goten's lips since he knew for sure that Trunks didn't have a cold. Goten could detect the characteristic odor of some lonely pleasure, almost drowned in Trunks' scent. Goten's excitement began to grow even more and his heart quickened.
He walked around the bed and lifted the comforter to sink into its warmth. He came as close to Trunks as possible without touching him. This tiny distance between them was incredibly arousing. Goten didn't have any contact with the sleeper but he could perceive the radiant heat of his body. His hard-on was gradually strengthened a little more.
Trunks arched slowly his back and unfolded his legs to stretch them out, as he was waking up with a weak moan. Goten was watching him patiently, leaning on his elbow, his head resting on his hand and his eyes shining. Trunks turned his head toward him. His gaze was still misty with sleep. Goten waited for his reaction a bit warily. Goten knew that maybe he shouldn't have been there, but he wanted Trunks so badly now that he was aware of being in one of his moments when his brain couldn't control everything. Trunks was staring back at him impassively, without a word and Goten couldn't say if Trunks was still drowsy, if he was angry, or if maybe he was in deep thought. Or maybe even all in one.
Trunks slowly raised his hand and put his thumb on Goten's temple. Then, he gently sank his fingers through his dark hair. Goten shivered at his touch and closed his eyes. Trunks softly grabbed his friend's head and pulled it closer to kiss him. Goten allowed Trunks' tongue into his mouth seeking for his. He was relieved and delighted by his friend's initiative. Their bodies were touching now and Goten rubbed his arousal against Trunks' groin. Trunks tried instinctively to seize it but Goten held his hand to prevent his gesture. In a firm and gentle movement, Goten slammed Trunks' palm back on the mattress beside his head. It wasn't the kind of pleasure Goten had in mind this morning. This wouldn't be enough anymore.
Trunks didn't resist and remained focused on their tongues' delicious game. Goten broke the kiss to run his wet lips on Trunks' neck and slip his hand along his friend's bare chest and abdomen 'til he reached the waistband of his boxers. He took away the garment without a second thought. Trunks stiffened slightly but let him fully remove his underwear with a sharp gesture. Goten sat up and suddenly took off the comforter to uncover his friend totally. Goten contemplated Trunks' naked body. Trunks was still looking impassive, calm, and confident. He was shamelessly gazing back at him.
Goten shivered at the sight and took off his own T-shirt hastily. Trunks was still watching him carefully with a gleam in the eyes. His erection wasn't quite complete yet. He sat up slowly and embraced Goten's waist. Trunks leaned his head against Goten's abdomen while rubbing gently his back. Trunks' wet and warm lips softly brushed Goten's navel and ran their path up to his chest, tickling the salty skin with the tip of his tongue. Goten was slightly trembling and hissed unconsciously as he gently caught his friend's silky hair. Trunks went up along his neck and to his lips.
Goten grabbed his lover's arousal, he could feel all the way up against his skin and Trunks groaned hoarsely. This mere sound echoed in Goten's ears, in his mouth, and in his whole being. It ignited immediately an uncontrollable fire in him. He started a slow, lazy movement until he felt Trunks was hard enough. Trunks had unbuttoned Goten's pants and was now eagerly nibbling his lover's lips.
Goten suddenly broke the kiss and moved away to get up and get rid of the clothes he still had on. He felt impatient and had the feeling his heart was about to explode and burn his lungs in the process. Trunks was kneeling on the bed, legs slightly apart and his eyes were glued to his undressing friend. When he was done, Goten turned to him and paused.
He climbed back on the bed and placed himself behind Trunks. Then, he ran his hand around his lover's waist and grabbed his arousal again. As Goten stroked him, Trunks gasped and began to pant a bit. Soon, he started to rock slightly his hips copying Goten's movement on his crotch. Without Trunks expecting it, Goten put his second hand between his shoulder blades and pushed forward. Trunks stifled a groan when his nose sank suddenly in the sheets. Goten felt his reluctance and kept firmly his hand on his partner's back.
- Goten, growled Trunks with a hint of disapproval.
- Please, don't speak...
Goten was leaning on him and whispering in his ear.
- I... I'm not sure I... Trunks objected in a low voice, as if someone could have heard his words.
Goten accentuated his grip on Trunks' arousal he was still holding in his hand. It immediately grew a bit harder.
- It'll be alright... don't you want it?... I crave for it, Goten whispered.
After a minute, Trunks took a deep breath but stopped resisting and remained silent. Goten slowly removed his hand from his back, as he understood Trunks had agreed. Goten had never felt so excited. His crotch felt painful now. He slid his fingers along his partner's absolutely perfect spine and continued to masturbate him tirelessly to ensure his desire's permanence. As he reached the lower back, he introduced a finger in Trunks. His friend muzzled a disgruntled moan but let him do it. However, Goten could still feel his body's opposition.
- Goten, if you really want to do that, use something, damn, Trunks finally muttered.
Goten blinked a little. Trunks' suggestion seemed brilliantly obvious. Goten had never practiced it with a girl. Indeed, if he'd had the simple idea to mention that possibility to Valese, she would certainly have kicked him out in an instant. So, he hadn't had Trunks' reflexes. He spotted the objects around him but the room was empty. He got up quickly.
- Don't move. I'll be right back, he announced.
Trunks looked at him and cursed his thoughtlessness. If Goten had twisted ideas, he could at least have had the decency to have a plan. Trunks was strangely both reluctant and incredibly excited about Goten's appetite. To be true, Trunks had already dreamed of such things. However, dreams weren't reality and Trunks had never believed he would be ready to accept for real what Goten had just proposed. The vibration of Goten's whisper, his hot breath on Trunks' skin had driven Trunks crazy. He had definitely lost his mind as he had heard Goten's warm voice echoing in his ear. I crave for it.
He was completely unable to explain the effect Goten had on him, but he had to admit it was something really strong that could annihilate any rational thought in a blink. Trunks was a bit worried though and reassured himself by considering the fact that no one would ever know and that Goten would be careful.
Goten came back with a mischievous smile that made Trunks slightly uneasy. He was startled when Goten poured a viscous, oily lotion on his back. It was pleasantly scented and not too cold. Goten ran his hand eagerly on his partner's skin, spreading the product along his spine and soaking his own fingers with it. Trunks instantaneously stopped to try to find out what Goten had brought back, when suddenly his friend grabbed his arousal again. This time, Goten had a fully oiled hand and strangely, it excited Trunks' senses in an unexpected way.
Goten pushed him forward to reposition him. Goten's touch was incredibly transformed and pleasant and Trunks groaned weakly. He felt Goten's finger thrusting again in him. However, this time, the feeling was totally different and Trunks was able to let it slide deeper with a much more natural impression. Soon, and without realizing it, there were two fingers in him. The movements of both of Goten's hands, the one inside him and the other on his aroused crotch, were echoing symmetrically and alternating great pleasure and a sort of ache that wasn't really so painful. Trunks closed his eyes and followed the movement by rocking slightly his hips. When Goten removed his fingers, Trunks had the sad sensation of a broken balance.
Goten positioned himself to introduce, as gently as possible, himself in his partner. He tried to contain his overwhelming eager and released Trunks' arousal to get both hands free to grab Trunks' hips carefully. Contrary to what Trunks had feared, the thrusting wasn't so painful as it was greatly facilitated by the dripping oil. Goten bit his lips. He was electrified with pleasure and gasping intermittently. It took a moment that seemed endless to Trunks before Goten was fully inside. Trunks clenched his fists in the sheets and tried to breath deeply as he had the feeling that his body would never be able to welcome Goten's whole length. But Goten finally got to the end and paused for a moment.
He started to move back with a vibrating groan of pleasure that ecstatically warmed up Trunks' gut. When Goten thrusted back, suddenly, his movement triggered a wave of unexpected delight in Trunks' body. Trunks couldn't help but let out a short scream of pleasure and surprise. As he heard it, Goten thought he was going to faint. He was getting more self assured and began to quicken his rhythm. He had to clench his teeth to hold back the grunts forming in his throat. Trunks wasn't caring any longer about being loud, and Goten could hear his satisfaction freely surging out of his mouth. Trunks' voice was on the verge of driving him crazy.
Goten wanted this blissful instant to last but he was aware that it couldn't. Stunned to find as much pleasure in each of Goten's thrusting, Trunks had grabbed his crotch, urgently willing to alleviate his unbearable need. He wasn't able to contain his climax any longer and came violently. The sound of Trunks' coated scream and the sight of his seeds spreading on the sheets beneath him, pushed Goten over the edge and he imitated his mate with a cry that died in a groan of relief.
The two lovers stayed still for a moment. They were speechless and unable to catch their breath. Goten moved carefully away and dropped himself on the mattress with a dry mouth and eager lungs. Trunks laid down on his stomach and buried his head on his crossed forearms.
- Holy shit, he groaned hoarsely.
Goten smiled. Trunks would only swear in two cases: when he didn't get what he wanted or when he was caught off guard. Goten understood easily he was in the second case. As a reply, Goten ran gently his hand through his friend's hair. Goten had to admit to himself that he hadn't thought for a moment he would have felt such an ecstatic pleasure. Indeed, he hadn't really been sure of what he was doing when he did it. It was as if his body had been beyond any control and Goten had merely followed all its demands. Trunks caught Goten's fingers on his head and interlaced them with his own.
He eventually sat up and contemplated the sheets that were stained with their own fluids and with the lotion Goten had used as a lubricant. Trunks' gaze wandered on the devastated bed and landed on Goten. Trunks had now a serious expression that contrasted with the bliss on Goten's face.
- How long have you been thinking of... that? Trunks asked bluntly.
Goten bit his lip. He detected a hint of accusation in the question and hesitated to answer. What should he say? He had been dreaming of it of since they had moved in together? Since yesterday? Since he had noticed Trunks' seductive manners when they were teenagers? Goten felt embarrassed and confused, but he had understood, by the tone of his voice that Trunks was waiting for an answer and wouldn't give up until he got it.
- Trunks ... I think ... I'm... in love with you, kind of… Goten mumbled.
- Crap! Trunks cut off with exasperation.
He stood up suddenly and stepped away from the bed
- Trunks! Goten called back with a pleading voice, as he was aware that he had just given the wrong answer.
- Fuck off! Trunks hissed as he went out of the room.
Goten heard him walking toward the bathroom.
- And if you're late at work, I will personally make sure that you get fired! Trunks' angry voice added before he slammed the bathroom's door.
Goten rolled his eyes as the shower began to run. He had forgotten that Trunks could be such a bastard at times. However, an unconscious smile stretched Goten's lips. Whatever. It was really worth it.
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