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: 1444

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #12- Candy Canes (Revised)

Goten yawned loudly whilst his arms stretched far over his head. The sun was shining in from the window, and Goten welcomed the bright greeting.

Turning his head, he smiled at the unconscious body next to his. Trunks' back was facing him, as was his wildly sprawled lavender hair; the blanket had fallen to their waists in the middle of the night. His body rose and fell with his even breaths, but Trunks wouldn't be snoring this close to awakening. Goten was a bit disappointed; Trunks' little snores were so adorable.

Goten rolled over and nuzzled his face into Trunks' back. He shifted and grunted. Goten latched his lips to the middle of Trunks' upper back and licked and sucked until he groaned loudly in protest.

"What are you doing to me? Stoooop," Trunks whined, batting Goten away.

Goten rested his chin on Trunks' shoulder. "Come on, babe. It's time to wake up."

"Stop calling me that. Now, kindly fuck off and wake me up at a godlier hour."

With that, Trunks scooted away and pointedly clutched the pillow beneath his head tighter.

Goten looked over at the clock, which stated it was almost ten o'clock—looks like he was going to miss school today, oops—and wondered what constituted as a 'godly hour' for Trunks.

With another big yawn, he kicked his feet over the edge of the bed. He reached down and grabbed Trunks' discarded pajamas pants, and as afterthought, also grabbed Trunks' university hoodie that lied on the floor by the desk. He didn't really have an issue with walking around Trunks' otherwise unoccupied dorm room with his beautiful butt exposed, but it was cold, and we all know how Goten feels about that.

"Trunks," he spoke, "where is your heat-thingy? ...Thermostat, whatever," Goten corrected himself.

"Over there," Trunks grumbled, waving his arm in a direction that Goten was almost certain no thermostat existed.

With a roll of his eyes, he walked over to the frosted window. Snow was falling from the sky at an alarming rate, and from how miserable the people below looked, he could assume that it was quite cold. Goten wanted to whine, because he did not want to think about the fact that he would have to fly through that later today (his mother would not be pleased if he missed two days of school in a row for no good reason, and he didn't have the willpower to argue with her about it when she was just going to be right in the end). Goten didn't like the cold, if that wasn't obvious already.

Annoyed, Goten turned and stomped in the other direction. When he stopped by the desk, he searched for something to snack on. He was hungry, but didn't have enough drive to go and find an actual breakfast.

On first glance, all that could be seen was a nearly empty bag of Cheetos. Goten picked up the bag and dipped the corner into his mouth, trailing the contents onto his tongue. This was not enough, but Goten was rather good at scrounging together edible things, and he was confident that there was more to be found on this simple desktop.

With that, he shifted papers—he sure hoped they weren't specifically organized, because if they were, someone was going to be hella pissed later, and it was not going to be him—and moved textbooks aside. There was food on this desk—he was sure of it—and he would find it.

Of course, being that he is Son Goten, he was inevitably triumphant. Underneath a few papers he found a bunch of white and red candy canes. The bundle was tied together with frilly green string, with a note attached to it reading, 'I HOPE YOUR HOLIDAYS ARE AS SWEET AS YOU ARE! ~Jolie Jessup'

Goten took the candy sticks and walked back over to the bed. He sat down and folded his legs underneath himself to keep his feet warm as he ripped one of the treats out of the plastic wrap. "Who's Joree Jassup? Is she your girlfriend?" Goten jostled Trunks' shoulder.

"Jolie Jessup," Trunks corrects. He hums sleepily, "And yeah, sorry for keeping it a secret. She's the love of my life. I think I might ask her to marry me and carry all twelve of my offspring once a godlier hour approaches."

Goten lifts an amused eyebrow. "I hate to break it to you, boo, but it's ten o'clock and time for you to join us conscious folk."

Trunks groaned loudly and buried himself further in his pillow. If there was one thing Trunks loved, it was definitely sleep.

Goten smiled and fondly shook his head as he slid the end of his candy cane into his mouth. The candy had a strong flavor of sweet mint, which would undoubtedly give him a headache if he ate too many. He didn't particularly care though, and bit off the end of his treat.

It didn't take him long to finish the first one. When the last of the red-white candy was gone, he grabbed another, pulled the wrapper off, and sucked on the end of it. Dragging the candy between his lips, he trailed his eyes over to his resting lover. Trunks was lying there on his side with his lavender hair widely splayed around his head. His brows were drawn, as he clutched the pillow closer to his face.

It was early morning, and Trunks had to be just as hungry as him. Why should Goten be stingy with his—stolen—treats, when his love clearly needed them just as much?

Goten braced his hand on Trunks' bicep and rolled him onto his back. The older boy grunted and cracked his slightly crusty eyes open. With the thumb of his free hand, Goten pulled Trunks' bottom lip down. He then used his other hand to lower the end of his previously-sucked candy cane into Trunks' mouth. Trunks' brow arched in confusion, and Goten replied by looping his fingers in the hooked part of the candy cane, and pulling the treat. When the candy was almost past Trunks' lips, Goten pushed it back in.

The sleepy-haze cleared almost immediately from Trunks' eyes, and his cheeks flushed brightly, but he did not protest. He only stared back at Goten with slightly-lidded eyes, as the candy was pushed back and forth between his lips.

Goten could feel his own cheeks redden as he maneuvered the cane. This was kind of... sexy. At least, more than Goten had intended it to be.

And then, when Goten didn't think it could get any better, Trunks began to suck on the treat in his mouth. His cheeks still burned, but his eyes held Goten prisoner as he opened his lips to expose his tongue swirling around the thinning stick.

Goten felt a groan rumble in his chest. Trunks was too sexy for his own good.

When Goten figured he was beginning to lose too much control of himself, he pulled the candy from Trunks' lips and brought down his own. Trunks' lips tasted like mint, as did the inside of his mouth when Trunks sucked Goten's tongue just like he did the candy cane. One of his hands curled in Goten's dark hair, while the other one wrapped around Goten's slim waist. Goten let himself be snuggled and kissed as he cradled Trunks' face in his hands, not bothering to fight the stirring he feels below his beltline. Forget sex etiquette. Goten certainly wasn't above fucking at ten in the morning.

Or he wasn't, at least, until a fist started banging loudly on the door.

"Trunks, I'm back! If your boyfriend is there, please make sure he's dressed. I'm tired to seeing his pale ass all over my place of comfort!" Goten hears Tyrese call. Goten only recognized a few of the English words, but he figured by the way Trunks started frantically scrambling to find himself some clothes that whatever Tyrese said had been pretty rude.

Goten leaned back and watched as Trunks shuffled about, trying to make himself seem like he hadn't been thoroughly fucked last night. The striking minx from earlier was long gone and the more familiar boy—who to the naked eye seemed to be a complete moralist regarding all things sexual—was back. Goten didn't mind though, because he loved this familiar boy to death.

He placed the sticky candy cane back in his own mouth as Trunks swung the door open to greet Tyrese, who was giving him a rather suspicious look.

Besides, Goten doubted he would have any problem bringing that minx back later. Wink.

End

In response to trunksxgoten fan: Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying thus far! Lol, I'm pretty much sucking at the whole updating everyday thing, but its fun and a nice challenge!

In response to Guest: Haha yup, I'm a freshman, will be turning 15 in January xD. You're welcome for the lemon; I'm glad you enjoyed it!

In response to LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta: I love to cuddle too! :3 . Lol but I thought it would be cool mix up to make Goten have his way with Trunks, but have Trunks cuddle Goten. Just weird stuff that pops into my head xD.

In response to pukeko10: Thank you! I see what you're saying about unnecessary babble. What I mean by making my chapters longer is by not holding myself back as much. I was trying not to make them long, so I was toning down on stuff I wanted to put in chapters, now I'm just going to write without worrying about it. :) I'll try not to make my story seem forced, or babble! ;)

(The above responses were written in 2014).