Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with quite a complex series such as Dragon ball Z. I don't own it, nor do I wish I owned it, because that sounds like a lot of work...

Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' winter as a couple.

Word count: 719

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #4- Hot Chocolate (Revised)

Goten stretches his arms high over his head as he walks down a sleek and modern hallway of Capsule Corps. He had just taken a shower and changed into his pajamas pants and long-sleeve shirt (Goten never wears a shirt to bed, not even during the winter, but he figured the other Briefs would appreciate it if he didn't gallop around their house half-naked. Now had it just been Trunks in the house... well, you can guess where Goten is taking that) and was on his way back to Trunks' room to tuck in for the night.

(Yes, Goten technically has a separate room he's supposed to be staying in but what Trunks' parents don't know won't kill them.)

He feels a sudden rumble in his belly and makes a slight detour from his destination. He skips down the stairs and directs himself towards their kitchen. Dinner was a whole three hours ago, and he is going to need a snack if he wants to have as comfortable a sleep as possible once he's cuddled up behind Trunks tonight.

Once he rounds the kitchen archway, he sees that it is not empty. Sitting on the counter, with his knees-drawn up to his chest and fuzzy socks on his feet, is Trunks. There is a steaming mug clasped in his hands, and his eyes are staring out the window he's leaning against. It's dark outside, and there are little flurries of white trickling past the glass.

"I thought you were in your room." The tiles are cold against Goten's bare feet as he crosses the room.

Trunks nearly tossed his mug in fright. "Don't do that." Goten just gave him a cheeky grin, to which Trunks responded with a roll of his eyes. "I was thirsty."

"Is that hot chocolate?" Goten asks as he spins Trunks' body so that his legs dangle off the counter. Goten situates himself in between his spread knees and wraps his arms around Trunks' waist. "Where's mine?"

Trunks leans his back against the window. "Sorry, I didn't know you wanted one."

"Why wouldn't I want a hot chocolate?" Goten asks, leaning closer.

"Just ask the robots to make you one. Or better yet, make one yourself. The process from start to finish takes about a grand total of three minutes."

"That sounds like a lot of work," Goten replies honestly, the tip of his nose pressing against Trunks' neck. He nuzzles against the warm skin and Trunks shifts at the sensation.

"Life is work, deal with it," Trunks says, his lidded eyes looking back at him as their noses bump.

"Mmm, I suppose so." Goten's close, and his words tingle Trunks' lips. Trunks leans forward to the point where they're nearly kissing, when Goten tugs the mug from his grasp.

"Goten!" Trunks exclaims, flustered, as the Son shuffles away, giggling. The mug is hot against Goten's fingertips, so he shifts to hold the handle as he speeds away from the very annoyed boyfriend that is now stalking after him.

He turns around and sees that Trunks has stopped and is standing with his arms crossed against his chest.

Goten smirks and brings the mug to his lips, taking a large sip of the chocolate drink.

"Shit," he mumbles, as bits of delicious liquid dribbles from his mouth. Goten wraps his hand around his lips, his shoulders shaking as he laughs at himself around the too-hot beverage in his mouth. Trunks' lips pull into a side smile as his eyebrows quirk in amusement.

Goten quickly swallowed, and needlessly announced, "It burned my tongue."

"I can see that. I would even say you deserved it," Trunks says as he walks over and snatches his mug back from Goten's grip. He is stopped from moving away altogether, however, by two pale hands grabbing his hips.

Goten leans close until their foreheads bump together. "Kiss it better?"

Trunks rolls his eyes but doesn't get a chance to respond because Goten already has his lips on him. The tongue that trails past his teeth is warm, and the lips that move against his taste like chocolate. Trunks likes chocolate—and yes, he'll admit that he kind of likes Goten as well—so he sucks on the intruding tongue and lets his imaginary healing powers kiss his love's—deserved—pain away.

End

In response to pukeko10: Thanks! And yeah, I actually put more focus on other characters rather purposely (I was wondering if someone was going to notice xD). I guess one of the reasons I didn't want to make a sequel is because I didn't want for their relationship to become "old" to you readers. I know you guys gave me no reason to believe that so far, but I was just trying something different I guess in case it ever comes to that. I definitely will put more attention into Goten and Trunks; I just don't want that whole concept to become redundant for you all. Thanks for your feedback, it helps!

(The above response was written in 2014).