Okay! This is the fifth chapter and I think I'll make this one longer than the rest. Last time, Seventeen proposed to Trunks, Trunks accepted it, Goten fainted, wound up in a hospital, was told by Trunks that he's gonna marry Seventeen no matter what and…Vegeta is the only one keeping it together. Okay so here we go into the next part of the story. Hope you like it!
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Chapter Five: Last night of freedom
Trunks had been driving for about an hour now. He was making it over to his 'surprise' bachelor party. He knew his friends had planned this and for his case, they had both genders for strippers. More women strippers of course.
His friend Ryi had called him earlier asking if he could come down to his bar so that they could chat but he sounded all to excited just for a chat. Trunks agreed and started to make his way down there.
'Goten's gonna be there. If I see him hook up with someone there I'll just loose it.' He thought as he tried to focus on the road. It had been six months since his friend took a trip to the hospital after passing out when he had that heard Trunks had accepted Seventeen's proposal for marriage. And there wasn't a day that went by that Trunks didn't wonder if he had done the right thing in choosing Seventeen over Goten.
Trunks and Goten were the best of friends and that could really boost things up in a loving relationship. Trunks and Seventeen were more like sex partners now a days and whenever they did talk it was meaningless words of love that one would only say to satisfy his lover's heart.
Of course Trunks had thought about backing out of their marriage and saying that this wasn't going to work out…but since the day it was official that they were going to wed, everyone (especially his mom and ChiChi) had been preparing for the day they tied the knot. It came to be a shock to him that Seventeen was actually quite the planner when it came to things like this. It also shocked him to find Seventeen thinking about soft pink for the bride's (A/N: would it be "groom's" instead?) maid's dresses.
Lately he and Seventeen had been together too often. Trunks never got any words in either. "Trunks hun, do you think the white, vanilla crème, or the beige will be better for your tux? The beige strikes me as a very dazzling color against your skin. Don't you agree? (With out waiting for a response) Yes, beige is perfect! Just like our wedding is going to be!" shrieked Seventeen about two days ago.
Trunks sighed as he pulled into Ryi's Clubby Bar (A/N: It's a bar with a dance floor and a second story with bedrooms, call it what you please.)
-Inside before Trunks came in-
Goten sat quietly down at the table that he shared with six other men who were laughing loudly and drinking heavily. He winced at the thought of another man (or woman) giving Trunks a lap dance. He looked around the place and tried to count how many gay friends he had there. 'Six out of the twenty three guys here. Not bad.' He thought to himself as his eyes directed themselves over to the door. 'Trunks should be getting here any min—'he was stopped from his thoughts as he watched the door open. Everyone shot up and yelled "Surprise!" started cheering, and were patting Trunks on the back as they made him sit down.
"Okay, okay, okay! Everyone settle down!" laughed Ryi as some guys started getting rowdy about asking where the strippers were. "I know what you all are waiting for but we hafta remember that this is our buddy Trunks's last night as a free man! So, he has to play…" he paused so everyone could fill in the blank.
"The spinning flooky!" everyone yelled in unison. Everyone knew the game well. The person chosen would have to chug down seven alcoholic beverages (strong enough to make him a little dizzy, but not fully drunk. Even as a saiyan), stand on a large kind of play mat (that had different colors on it) get spun around, and the color that he landed on (fell on) would be the action he preformed. (Red= sleep with stripper, Blue= Sleep with party guest (yikes), Yellow= Sleep with no one, Purple= can't be present when strippers start their dancing (only after they're nude you can return), Green= Gets to be the only one the strippers can be with, Orange= Must strip.)
Trunks groaned as they lifted him from the seat and sat him on one of the bar stools where seven mugs were placed in front of him. Trunks looked around him to see smiling faces that just urged him to go on. "Here it goes!" he drank them quickly with much distaste but he still did it. He couldn't feel his head anymore.
Suddenly everything went black. He panicked but remembered it was only the blind fold used to spin him around. Goten watched him being placed in the center of the mat and spun around seven times. Around, and around he went when suddenly he was about to fall. 'Blue…come on blue!' Goten's mind screamed. It looked as if Trunks's fate was the color blue until…
"Purple! HA!" everyone in the room started to hoot loudly at Trunks's misfortune. Goten only sighed and received a slap on the back from a chuckling guest that startled him.
Trunks rose from his position on the floor drowsily. "Err…did I win?" he managed to get out. This made the men howl even louder. "Oh…guess not." He got up and held on to the counter top for support.
The men started to calm when a loud honking noise came from outside. "Hey guys! Strippers are here! Wahoo!!" they all ran closer to the door and opened it as eight women dressed in firefighter outfits and four men dressed as police men (A/N: lol, I never saw policey officers.) Trunks merely sighed and headed upstairs until he was called back down when the strippers were de-clothed.
He didn't know it but he was being followed as he stepped into one of the upstairs rooms.
"Hey…" Trunks turned around to see Goten leaning on the door frame. "Too bad you got purple, huh?"
"Yeah but that's okay. I need to sit down. My head is spinning." He placed his hand on his head and sank into a chair. "Uhm…why aren't you down there?" he asked his friend who was now blushing.
"It's not a party with out you…especially when it's your party." Goten smiled at Trunks who was the one who was blushing now.
"Thanks Ten, sit down." Trunks patted to the space next to him. Goten walked over slowly and sat down. "Do you thi—"Trunks stopped himself, 'I can't believe I was about to ask him if I was doing the right thing by marrying Seventeen…' "Nevermind."
"No, please Trunks. Ask me." Pleaded Goten as he took Trunks's hand and looked him in the eyes.
'Damn those eyes. So innocent. So pure.' Trunks looked away and only shook his head. "No Goten. Forget it."
"If you say so." Goten sighed as he looked his friend over. 'What does he want to know? What color I think his shoes should be? That's a job for his mother or…his fiancé…' Goten was on the verge of tears. He had almost forgotten that he was still holding Trunks's hand until Trunks pulled it away. "Oh, sorry. I forgot it was there." He blushed as he started to get up.
Suddenly a hand was put on his shoulder. "No, don't leave. Stay with me Goten?" asked Trunks with an almost loving tone. Goten nodded and they both were now sitting on the bed. "Why are things so complicated? Why can't someone just ask someone to be married and then POOF! It's done. I don't know how Seventeen likes this wedding-planning shit." He was now looking at Goten who seemed distressed over his last comment. Without realizing it his hand brushed away a lock of Goten's hair from his face.
Goten was a little surprised by this but didn't mind it. Hell, he loved it. Trunks's fingers were so smooth and warm against his skin. He placed his hand over Trunks's that still lay on his face and moved it down closer to his lips. He slowly started to kiss the other man's finger tips, and then started to slide them into is mouth.
This was too much for Trunks. His fingers were being seductively being sucked by his friend and former love. The sight was truly erotic to Trunks and he leaned into his friend, removing his hand from his face and replacing it with his lips.
Goten let himself be pushed backwards onto the bed as he deepened his kiss with Trunks. He brought his hand up, letting his fingers run through Trunks's hair. They parted for a breath but when they both took in enough air they were at it again. This time Trunks put both of his legs on both sides of Goten and pushed himself into Goten so that their bodies were as close as possible.
As Trunks pressed into Goten, he let out a moan. He was growing hard and wondered if their actions would continue on further. "Trunks," he started as their lips parted. "Are we just gonna kiss or are you going to mess around with me?" he started to run his hands down Trunks's chest.
"I'll…continue more if you want me to." Said Trunks pathetically.
Goten took offense to this, "Don't do me any favors Trunks." He was about to push Trunks off him but was bolted down by Trunks's strong arms.
"Fine! Yes! Yes, Goten. I want to have sex with you! You never make things easy, do you?" protested Trunks as Goten was now grinning and leaning forward to peck him on the lips.
"Then stop wasting time."
Trunks smiled as he hooked Goten into another kiss while removing his shirt. The feel of Goten's skin was so sensuous and addictive, he quickly removed him own to be closer to the tingling skin. His lips slid from Goten's lips down to his collar bone and further down towards a budding nipple. He took it in his mouth and played with it with his tongue. Obviously Goten had been enjoying it because small moans and quivers were coming out of him.
Goten tilted his head to see what Trunks was doing to him that made him feel this way. He nearly fainted at the sight of his love's lips caressing his soft area like that. This was his first time with a man. It was his first time, period. Of course he watched porno and searched the World Wide Web when no one was home on how to operate in situations such as these but seeing is much different from doing. But he figured he still had time to figure out what to do as he let Trunks take him.
Trunks was now bored with his location on Goten's body and moved down further as his fingers took their place removing Goten's pants. He smiled as he saw Goten's hard form still held captive in his boxer shorts. He ran his mouth over the member gently and this drove Goten wild.
"Please Trunks. Hurry…I'm going to come (A/N: I prefer its other spelling (cum) but I'll use this one.*sweat drops* Lord, ppl from my school might be reading this…) I can't hold it in anymore…" Goten was breathing fast and was starting to sweat.
'Oh…Why didn't he tell me this was his first time? He wouldn't be coming already if he'd been more experienced. Oh well. I'll have to speed things up.' Trunks quickly removed Goten's clothing and was astonished to see his large and pounding groin. "Oh Goten…" he couldn't even finish his sentence. He plunged the organ in his mouth and pumped it in and out faster and faster.
Goten moaned and could feel himself about to loose control. "Get ready Trunks…" Goten moaned loudly as he exploded in Trunks's mouth. Seed spilling inside Trunks's mouth was devoured and Trunks was now licking around it to try and capture more.
Trunks started to get up and Goten took this time to get into sitting position against the headboard of the bed. Trunks took off his pants leaving his boxers on and was sitting on Goten's lap facing him. He could feel Goten's member just waiting for him to open up. He rest his hands on Goten's shoulders as Goten started to pull his boxers off.
Trunks suddenly started looking around the room and started to move hair away from is face.
"What's wrong?" asked Goten as he kissed Trunks's stomach lightly.
"We need some lubricant. Have any?" Trunks didn't catch Goten's confused look and started to rummage through the drawer next to the bed. "Yes!" he pulled out the orange tube and handed it to Goten as he raised his eyebrows up and down quickly.
Goten smiled as he opened the tube and as Trunks help on to his shoulders again to lift him self up he took someone his fingers to apply to Trunks's opening. Trunks cooed softly as Goten's fingers parted his cheeks (A/N: not the ones on his face o^_^o…lol.)
Goten placed his middle and pointer fingers into Trunks as he let out a pleasurable moan. After Trunks's preparation, he removed his fingers and applied some to his hardened form and was now placing into Trunks. Trunks moaned deep and throatily as it was inserted into him. Trunks jammed himself up and down Goten's length faster and faster.
Both of them were unaware of it but they were both feeling the same thing since the beginning of the party when they had first encountered eachother. They felt a strong pull in between them that felt as if it were unbreakable.
Trunks collapsed onto Goten and nearly blacked out from the pleasure he was enduring. "Tell me I'm dreaming Goten. This is too good to be true…it has to be a dream."
"It's not Trunks, its real. I'm real and so are you. We're together…after so long." Goten closed his eyes as he felt Trunks snuggle closer to him. He rested his chin on Trunks's head.
Neither trunks nor Goten noticed that the party had been going on without them and that no one had gone upstairs to fetch them. The other guests who were now leaving had forgotten how the party started and who it was for. They were just glad they came.
-Upstairs 11:34am-
Trunks started to stir as he felt Goten shift from underneath him. 'What time…*glances at clock*' "Hold shit!" I'm gonna be late if I don't get moving." He started to put on his clothes and almost darted out of the room. His eyes fell upon his still sleeping lover. He decided to leave him a note:
-Damn it Goten…I can't leave him at the altar. Maybe I can explain to him that I'm in love with you and not him. I'll make things right. I promise. I love you. And as my best man, even if the wedding doesn't go all the way through, I want you there.
Love you, Trunks-
He headed home where he was bound to meet either his mom or Seventeen who had been keeping an eye out for him as they got last minute wedding things together.
-Capsule Corps-
Trunks had forgotten his keys so had to knock on the door. He was hoping someone downstairs would hear him. To his surprise, it was his dad who opened the door. He was wearing a small towel over his shoulder and was sweaty so Trunks figured he was up early sparring…as usual.
"Well? Where were you last night? Your party ended early…Or so I've heard." Vegeta sounded almost…fatherly but Trunks brushed it off.
"I was…with a friend. Some catching up. That's all." Trunks made his way past his father.
Vegeta sniffed the air. The scent of sex was on his son. "Catching up my ass." He mumbled.
-Upstairs-
Trunks jumped in the shower and had to figure try and figure out what he was going to do. 'I can't just leave Seventeen Not after all of the planning and hard work put into this wedding. It'll crush mom and ChiChi too…'
-Ryi's Clubby Bar-
Goten had read the note about five times already. "I can't leave him at the altar…" he repeated them as if he were Trunks himself. Goten's fate was already decided the second that Trunks wrote those words. He knew Trunks too well. He was going to marry Seventeen. The rest of the note didn't matter. Trunks had said he loved him before and look what happened.
Goten let out a painful cry and sank his head deep into a pillow. "Why?!? Why Trunks?!? Love me! Love me! You don't love him! I know you don't! Just—stop—no no…this can't be happening!" He yelled out. Apparently loud enough for Ryi to hear because he was now in the room at Goten's side cradling his head in his arms as Goten clenched his teeth to stop his yelps of the aching pain from his crumbling heart.
-Seventeen's Place-
Seventeen had been up all night with Bulma going over last minute details while ChiChi stayed up until one in the morning with the wedding staff, making sure everyone was going to be there tomorrow.
He had put on some jeans and a sweat shirt so that he'd be comfortable for the time being. The wedding started at four so he decided he'd get ready at three. It was only about twelve so he decided to go and call his husband-to-be.
Phone Convo- (B=Bulma, T=Trunks and S=Seventeen)
Ring-Ring-Ring
B- Hello? Briefs residence.
S- Hi Bulma. Is Trunks there?
B- Oh! Hi honey, sure I'll get him for you. Wait a sec. TRUNKS! PHONE! Bye dear!
T- Hello?
S- Hey you.
T- Oh. Hey there.
S- How was your party last night?
T- Oh…good. Yours?
S- I…uhm…didn't go.
T- I knew it. You and your girly wedding plans.
S- You're just jealous you're not as creative as me.
T- You keep telling' yourself that buddy.
S- You're mean on the phone.
T- You brought it on yourself.
S- Well alright mister. I'll see you later, walking down that aisle. Love you.
T- Bye. *hangs up phone*
Trunks started to wonder how the hell he was going to do this. He couldn't tell Seventeen he loved him, it would be a lie. But he couldn't bare to even think of what Seventeen might do if he called it off. He cared for Seventeen as a friend. A sexy friend but a friend nonetheless.
-Son house 12:58pm-
ChiChi was trying doing her hair as she heard the door open. "Goten? Is that you sweetheart?" she called.
"Yes mom, it's me." He peeked in to see her holding a curling iron and brush as she looked in the mirror.
"You should start getting ready! You are the best man. It's your job to be there for Trunks." ChiChi rose from her seat and placed her arms around her son. "I know how you must feel. A little disappointed your best friend is getting married and is going to be moving on with the person he loves." She pulled away to look him in the face, "But you and Trunks are the best of friends and you'll always be in his heart. Remember that." She kissed him on the forehead and went back to doing her hair.
'Oh mom, if only you knew. If only…WAIT! She can find out…"Speak now or forever hold your peace." "I object!" "Yes Goten?" "I love Trunks and I know for damn sure that he shouldn't marry that man. He belongs with me."…Sure Goten…that'll happen' He sighed as he went to get ready.
-The dreaded wedding is about to begin 3:49-
Trunks was in one of the many bedrooms of the Grand hotel of Satan City. He was fixing his tie and trying to perfect his hair even though he must have brushed it one hundred times. He was nervous. Who wouldn't be? This was his wedding day. But it was also the day he made the biggest mistake in his life and he knew it was.
There was a knock at the door. He walked up to it and opened it slowly. It was his dad. He let him in and closed it. Vegeta walked over to the mirror and a look of disgust came to his face as he looked at his attire. "Damn woman…" he grumbled and then looked at his son. He walked up to Trunks and started straitening out his tie without as much as a word to Trunks.
"Uhm…thanks dad. It's fine. Really." Trunks said as he moved backwards from his father. Vegeta only looked down at the floor with eyes closed, still facing his son. Trunks was confused as he watched his father in doing this. Vegeta looked like he was deep in thought. Trunks was about to walk away when Vegeta's hand caught his shoulder.
"So that's what happened last night." Vegeta smirked knowingly and looked at Trunks. "Why are you marrying him when you love Kakkarot's brat? I know it is him that you truly want to be with."
"Dad…how did you know that?" asked Trunks, shocked at his father's words.
"The force is strong with him (A/N: lol) and you. There is a bond that is reaching very high levels of intensity between you two. I can feel it and so can both of you." Vegeta started towards the door.
"So…that's what I've been feeling…?" Trunks trailed off. Vegeta turned around only to nod.
-Goten's and ChiChi's room-
"Goten? Have you seen my other earring? I could have sworn I put it on the dresser!" yelled ChiChi in her quest for her missing earring.
"No mom. Sorry."
Goten looked around the room. Everything was so beautiful in it, down to the last soap dish. 'I could never but anything like this for Trunks. Seventeen has the money. He could do it. Maybe that's why he wants to marry him…to be financially capable for anything…NO! He has money already…and he's not that shallow. I know he loves me.' Goten was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape his closed eyes.
"Found it! Let's go!" cried ChiChi.
-Seventeen's room-
"Seventeen! Hold still!" yelled Bulma as she was fixing his tie which had a string loose at the collar. She was trying to cut is off, while it was still around his neck.
"Bulma! You're gonna kill me! Just wait until I take it off!" screamed Seventeen as he ran around the room.
"No time! Your wedding is starting in two minutes!" She tackled him to the floor. She moved his head with her hand and cut the string. "See?"
"You're crushing my suit!" he cried as he pushed her off gently.
"Sorry dear…Okay! Let's get a move on!" they raced from the room as Seventeen smoothed down his black suit.
'Today, I make Trunks mine. Officially.' He thought as he walked to his position next to the altar.
Will Goten protest? Will trunks fly the coop? Will Seventeen ever get that crease out of his pants? Find out next time! The next chapter is of course, going to be the wedding. Keep reading and REVIEWING!
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Chapter Five: Last night of freedom
Trunks had been driving for about an hour now. He was making it over to his 'surprise' bachelor party. He knew his friends had planned this and for his case, they had both genders for strippers. More women strippers of course.
His friend Ryi had called him earlier asking if he could come down to his bar so that they could chat but he sounded all to excited just for a chat. Trunks agreed and started to make his way down there.
'Goten's gonna be there. If I see him hook up with someone there I'll just loose it.' He thought as he tried to focus on the road. It had been six months since his friend took a trip to the hospital after passing out when he had that heard Trunks had accepted Seventeen's proposal for marriage. And there wasn't a day that went by that Trunks didn't wonder if he had done the right thing in choosing Seventeen over Goten.
Trunks and Goten were the best of friends and that could really boost things up in a loving relationship. Trunks and Seventeen were more like sex partners now a days and whenever they did talk it was meaningless words of love that one would only say to satisfy his lover's heart.
Of course Trunks had thought about backing out of their marriage and saying that this wasn't going to work out…but since the day it was official that they were going to wed, everyone (especially his mom and ChiChi) had been preparing for the day they tied the knot. It came to be a shock to him that Seventeen was actually quite the planner when it came to things like this. It also shocked him to find Seventeen thinking about soft pink for the bride's (A/N: would it be "groom's" instead?) maid's dresses.
Lately he and Seventeen had been together too often. Trunks never got any words in either. "Trunks hun, do you think the white, vanilla crème, or the beige will be better for your tux? The beige strikes me as a very dazzling color against your skin. Don't you agree? (With out waiting for a response) Yes, beige is perfect! Just like our wedding is going to be!" shrieked Seventeen about two days ago.
Trunks sighed as he pulled into Ryi's Clubby Bar (A/N: It's a bar with a dance floor and a second story with bedrooms, call it what you please.)
-Inside before Trunks came in-
Goten sat quietly down at the table that he shared with six other men who were laughing loudly and drinking heavily. He winced at the thought of another man (or woman) giving Trunks a lap dance. He looked around the place and tried to count how many gay friends he had there. 'Six out of the twenty three guys here. Not bad.' He thought to himself as his eyes directed themselves over to the door. 'Trunks should be getting here any min—'he was stopped from his thoughts as he watched the door open. Everyone shot up and yelled "Surprise!" started cheering, and were patting Trunks on the back as they made him sit down.
"Okay, okay, okay! Everyone settle down!" laughed Ryi as some guys started getting rowdy about asking where the strippers were. "I know what you all are waiting for but we hafta remember that this is our buddy Trunks's last night as a free man! So, he has to play…" he paused so everyone could fill in the blank.
"The spinning flooky!" everyone yelled in unison. Everyone knew the game well. The person chosen would have to chug down seven alcoholic beverages (strong enough to make him a little dizzy, but not fully drunk. Even as a saiyan), stand on a large kind of play mat (that had different colors on it) get spun around, and the color that he landed on (fell on) would be the action he preformed. (Red= sleep with stripper, Blue= Sleep with party guest (yikes), Yellow= Sleep with no one, Purple= can't be present when strippers start their dancing (only after they're nude you can return), Green= Gets to be the only one the strippers can be with, Orange= Must strip.)
Trunks groaned as they lifted him from the seat and sat him on one of the bar stools where seven mugs were placed in front of him. Trunks looked around him to see smiling faces that just urged him to go on. "Here it goes!" he drank them quickly with much distaste but he still did it. He couldn't feel his head anymore.
Suddenly everything went black. He panicked but remembered it was only the blind fold used to spin him around. Goten watched him being placed in the center of the mat and spun around seven times. Around, and around he went when suddenly he was about to fall. 'Blue…come on blue!' Goten's mind screamed. It looked as if Trunks's fate was the color blue until…
"Purple! HA!" everyone in the room started to hoot loudly at Trunks's misfortune. Goten only sighed and received a slap on the back from a chuckling guest that startled him.
Trunks rose from his position on the floor drowsily. "Err…did I win?" he managed to get out. This made the men howl even louder. "Oh…guess not." He got up and held on to the counter top for support.
The men started to calm when a loud honking noise came from outside. "Hey guys! Strippers are here! Wahoo!!" they all ran closer to the door and opened it as eight women dressed in firefighter outfits and four men dressed as police men (A/N: lol, I never saw policey officers.) Trunks merely sighed and headed upstairs until he was called back down when the strippers were de-clothed.
He didn't know it but he was being followed as he stepped into one of the upstairs rooms.
"Hey…" Trunks turned around to see Goten leaning on the door frame. "Too bad you got purple, huh?"
"Yeah but that's okay. I need to sit down. My head is spinning." He placed his hand on his head and sank into a chair. "Uhm…why aren't you down there?" he asked his friend who was now blushing.
"It's not a party with out you…especially when it's your party." Goten smiled at Trunks who was the one who was blushing now.
"Thanks Ten, sit down." Trunks patted to the space next to him. Goten walked over slowly and sat down. "Do you thi—"Trunks stopped himself, 'I can't believe I was about to ask him if I was doing the right thing by marrying Seventeen…' "Nevermind."
"No, please Trunks. Ask me." Pleaded Goten as he took Trunks's hand and looked him in the eyes.
'Damn those eyes. So innocent. So pure.' Trunks looked away and only shook his head. "No Goten. Forget it."
"If you say so." Goten sighed as he looked his friend over. 'What does he want to know? What color I think his shoes should be? That's a job for his mother or…his fiancé…' Goten was on the verge of tears. He had almost forgotten that he was still holding Trunks's hand until Trunks pulled it away. "Oh, sorry. I forgot it was there." He blushed as he started to get up.
Suddenly a hand was put on his shoulder. "No, don't leave. Stay with me Goten?" asked Trunks with an almost loving tone. Goten nodded and they both were now sitting on the bed. "Why are things so complicated? Why can't someone just ask someone to be married and then POOF! It's done. I don't know how Seventeen likes this wedding-planning shit." He was now looking at Goten who seemed distressed over his last comment. Without realizing it his hand brushed away a lock of Goten's hair from his face.
Goten was a little surprised by this but didn't mind it. Hell, he loved it. Trunks's fingers were so smooth and warm against his skin. He placed his hand over Trunks's that still lay on his face and moved it down closer to his lips. He slowly started to kiss the other man's finger tips, and then started to slide them into is mouth.
This was too much for Trunks. His fingers were being seductively being sucked by his friend and former love. The sight was truly erotic to Trunks and he leaned into his friend, removing his hand from his face and replacing it with his lips.
Goten let himself be pushed backwards onto the bed as he deepened his kiss with Trunks. He brought his hand up, letting his fingers run through Trunks's hair. They parted for a breath but when they both took in enough air they were at it again. This time Trunks put both of his legs on both sides of Goten and pushed himself into Goten so that their bodies were as close as possible.
As Trunks pressed into Goten, he let out a moan. He was growing hard and wondered if their actions would continue on further. "Trunks," he started as their lips parted. "Are we just gonna kiss or are you going to mess around with me?" he started to run his hands down Trunks's chest.
"I'll…continue more if you want me to." Said Trunks pathetically.
Goten took offense to this, "Don't do me any favors Trunks." He was about to push Trunks off him but was bolted down by Trunks's strong arms.
"Fine! Yes! Yes, Goten. I want to have sex with you! You never make things easy, do you?" protested Trunks as Goten was now grinning and leaning forward to peck him on the lips.
"Then stop wasting time."
Trunks smiled as he hooked Goten into another kiss while removing his shirt. The feel of Goten's skin was so sensuous and addictive, he quickly removed him own to be closer to the tingling skin. His lips slid from Goten's lips down to his collar bone and further down towards a budding nipple. He took it in his mouth and played with it with his tongue. Obviously Goten had been enjoying it because small moans and quivers were coming out of him.
Goten tilted his head to see what Trunks was doing to him that made him feel this way. He nearly fainted at the sight of his love's lips caressing his soft area like that. This was his first time with a man. It was his first time, period. Of course he watched porno and searched the World Wide Web when no one was home on how to operate in situations such as these but seeing is much different from doing. But he figured he still had time to figure out what to do as he let Trunks take him.
Trunks was now bored with his location on Goten's body and moved down further as his fingers took their place removing Goten's pants. He smiled as he saw Goten's hard form still held captive in his boxer shorts. He ran his mouth over the member gently and this drove Goten wild.
"Please Trunks. Hurry…I'm going to come (A/N: I prefer its other spelling (cum) but I'll use this one.*sweat drops* Lord, ppl from my school might be reading this…) I can't hold it in anymore…" Goten was breathing fast and was starting to sweat.
'Oh…Why didn't he tell me this was his first time? He wouldn't be coming already if he'd been more experienced. Oh well. I'll have to speed things up.' Trunks quickly removed Goten's clothing and was astonished to see his large and pounding groin. "Oh Goten…" he couldn't even finish his sentence. He plunged the organ in his mouth and pumped it in and out faster and faster.
Goten moaned and could feel himself about to loose control. "Get ready Trunks…" Goten moaned loudly as he exploded in Trunks's mouth. Seed spilling inside Trunks's mouth was devoured and Trunks was now licking around it to try and capture more.
Trunks started to get up and Goten took this time to get into sitting position against the headboard of the bed. Trunks took off his pants leaving his boxers on and was sitting on Goten's lap facing him. He could feel Goten's member just waiting for him to open up. He rest his hands on Goten's shoulders as Goten started to pull his boxers off.
Trunks suddenly started looking around the room and started to move hair away from is face.
"What's wrong?" asked Goten as he kissed Trunks's stomach lightly.
"We need some lubricant. Have any?" Trunks didn't catch Goten's confused look and started to rummage through the drawer next to the bed. "Yes!" he pulled out the orange tube and handed it to Goten as he raised his eyebrows up and down quickly.
Goten smiled as he opened the tube and as Trunks help on to his shoulders again to lift him self up he took someone his fingers to apply to Trunks's opening. Trunks cooed softly as Goten's fingers parted his cheeks (A/N: not the ones on his face o^_^o…lol.)
Goten placed his middle and pointer fingers into Trunks as he let out a pleasurable moan. After Trunks's preparation, he removed his fingers and applied some to his hardened form and was now placing into Trunks. Trunks moaned deep and throatily as it was inserted into him. Trunks jammed himself up and down Goten's length faster and faster.
Both of them were unaware of it but they were both feeling the same thing since the beginning of the party when they had first encountered eachother. They felt a strong pull in between them that felt as if it were unbreakable.
Trunks collapsed onto Goten and nearly blacked out from the pleasure he was enduring. "Tell me I'm dreaming Goten. This is too good to be true…it has to be a dream."
"It's not Trunks, its real. I'm real and so are you. We're together…after so long." Goten closed his eyes as he felt Trunks snuggle closer to him. He rested his chin on Trunks's head.
Neither trunks nor Goten noticed that the party had been going on without them and that no one had gone upstairs to fetch them. The other guests who were now leaving had forgotten how the party started and who it was for. They were just glad they came.
-Upstairs 11:34am-
Trunks started to stir as he felt Goten shift from underneath him. 'What time…*glances at clock*' "Hold shit!" I'm gonna be late if I don't get moving." He started to put on his clothes and almost darted out of the room. His eyes fell upon his still sleeping lover. He decided to leave him a note:
-Damn it Goten…I can't leave him at the altar. Maybe I can explain to him that I'm in love with you and not him. I'll make things right. I promise. I love you. And as my best man, even if the wedding doesn't go all the way through, I want you there.
Love you, Trunks-
He headed home where he was bound to meet either his mom or Seventeen who had been keeping an eye out for him as they got last minute wedding things together.
-Capsule Corps-
Trunks had forgotten his keys so had to knock on the door. He was hoping someone downstairs would hear him. To his surprise, it was his dad who opened the door. He was wearing a small towel over his shoulder and was sweaty so Trunks figured he was up early sparring…as usual.
"Well? Where were you last night? Your party ended early…Or so I've heard." Vegeta sounded almost…fatherly but Trunks brushed it off.
"I was…with a friend. Some catching up. That's all." Trunks made his way past his father.
Vegeta sniffed the air. The scent of sex was on his son. "Catching up my ass." He mumbled.
-Upstairs-
Trunks jumped in the shower and had to figure try and figure out what he was going to do. 'I can't just leave Seventeen Not after all of the planning and hard work put into this wedding. It'll crush mom and ChiChi too…'
-Ryi's Clubby Bar-
Goten had read the note about five times already. "I can't leave him at the altar…" he repeated them as if he were Trunks himself. Goten's fate was already decided the second that Trunks wrote those words. He knew Trunks too well. He was going to marry Seventeen. The rest of the note didn't matter. Trunks had said he loved him before and look what happened.
Goten let out a painful cry and sank his head deep into a pillow. "Why?!? Why Trunks?!? Love me! Love me! You don't love him! I know you don't! Just—stop—no no…this can't be happening!" He yelled out. Apparently loud enough for Ryi to hear because he was now in the room at Goten's side cradling his head in his arms as Goten clenched his teeth to stop his yelps of the aching pain from his crumbling heart.
-Seventeen's Place-
Seventeen had been up all night with Bulma going over last minute details while ChiChi stayed up until one in the morning with the wedding staff, making sure everyone was going to be there tomorrow.
He had put on some jeans and a sweat shirt so that he'd be comfortable for the time being. The wedding started at four so he decided he'd get ready at three. It was only about twelve so he decided to go and call his husband-to-be.
Phone Convo- (B=Bulma, T=Trunks and S=Seventeen)
Ring-Ring-Ring
B- Hello? Briefs residence.
S- Hi Bulma. Is Trunks there?
B- Oh! Hi honey, sure I'll get him for you. Wait a sec. TRUNKS! PHONE! Bye dear!
T- Hello?
S- Hey you.
T- Oh. Hey there.
S- How was your party last night?
T- Oh…good. Yours?
S- I…uhm…didn't go.
T- I knew it. You and your girly wedding plans.
S- You're just jealous you're not as creative as me.
T- You keep telling' yourself that buddy.
S- You're mean on the phone.
T- You brought it on yourself.
S- Well alright mister. I'll see you later, walking down that aisle. Love you.
T- Bye. *hangs up phone*
Trunks started to wonder how the hell he was going to do this. He couldn't tell Seventeen he loved him, it would be a lie. But he couldn't bare to even think of what Seventeen might do if he called it off. He cared for Seventeen as a friend. A sexy friend but a friend nonetheless.
-Son house 12:58pm-
ChiChi was trying doing her hair as she heard the door open. "Goten? Is that you sweetheart?" she called.
"Yes mom, it's me." He peeked in to see her holding a curling iron and brush as she looked in the mirror.
"You should start getting ready! You are the best man. It's your job to be there for Trunks." ChiChi rose from her seat and placed her arms around her son. "I know how you must feel. A little disappointed your best friend is getting married and is going to be moving on with the person he loves." She pulled away to look him in the face, "But you and Trunks are the best of friends and you'll always be in his heart. Remember that." She kissed him on the forehead and went back to doing her hair.
'Oh mom, if only you knew. If only…WAIT! She can find out…"Speak now or forever hold your peace." "I object!" "Yes Goten?" "I love Trunks and I know for damn sure that he shouldn't marry that man. He belongs with me."…Sure Goten…that'll happen' He sighed as he went to get ready.
-The dreaded wedding is about to begin 3:49-
Trunks was in one of the many bedrooms of the Grand hotel of Satan City. He was fixing his tie and trying to perfect his hair even though he must have brushed it one hundred times. He was nervous. Who wouldn't be? This was his wedding day. But it was also the day he made the biggest mistake in his life and he knew it was.
There was a knock at the door. He walked up to it and opened it slowly. It was his dad. He let him in and closed it. Vegeta walked over to the mirror and a look of disgust came to his face as he looked at his attire. "Damn woman…" he grumbled and then looked at his son. He walked up to Trunks and started straitening out his tie without as much as a word to Trunks.
"Uhm…thanks dad. It's fine. Really." Trunks said as he moved backwards from his father. Vegeta only looked down at the floor with eyes closed, still facing his son. Trunks was confused as he watched his father in doing this. Vegeta looked like he was deep in thought. Trunks was about to walk away when Vegeta's hand caught his shoulder.
"So that's what happened last night." Vegeta smirked knowingly and looked at Trunks. "Why are you marrying him when you love Kakkarot's brat? I know it is him that you truly want to be with."
"Dad…how did you know that?" asked Trunks, shocked at his father's words.
"The force is strong with him (A/N: lol) and you. There is a bond that is reaching very high levels of intensity between you two. I can feel it and so can both of you." Vegeta started towards the door.
"So…that's what I've been feeling…?" Trunks trailed off. Vegeta turned around only to nod.
-Goten's and ChiChi's room-
"Goten? Have you seen my other earring? I could have sworn I put it on the dresser!" yelled ChiChi in her quest for her missing earring.
"No mom. Sorry."
Goten looked around the room. Everything was so beautiful in it, down to the last soap dish. 'I could never but anything like this for Trunks. Seventeen has the money. He could do it. Maybe that's why he wants to marry him…to be financially capable for anything…NO! He has money already…and he's not that shallow. I know he loves me.' Goten was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape his closed eyes.
"Found it! Let's go!" cried ChiChi.
-Seventeen's room-
"Seventeen! Hold still!" yelled Bulma as she was fixing his tie which had a string loose at the collar. She was trying to cut is off, while it was still around his neck.
"Bulma! You're gonna kill me! Just wait until I take it off!" screamed Seventeen as he ran around the room.
"No time! Your wedding is starting in two minutes!" She tackled him to the floor. She moved his head with her hand and cut the string. "See?"
"You're crushing my suit!" he cried as he pushed her off gently.
"Sorry dear…Okay! Let's get a move on!" they raced from the room as Seventeen smoothed down his black suit.
'Today, I make Trunks mine. Officially.' He thought as he walked to his position next to the altar.
Will Goten protest? Will trunks fly the coop? Will Seventeen ever get that crease out of his pants? Find out next time! The next chapter is of course, going to be the wedding. Keep reading and REVIEWING!