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: 2176
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First December
Drabble #22- Wrapping Paper (Revised)
Goten wasn't speaking to Trunks.
Trunks knew he deserved it. He had been sneaky. He had been overly-defensive. He had lied. Goten had every right to be angry with him, this Trunks could accept.
What he couldn't accept was how Goten wasn't angry. Trunks acknowledges that it's odd to want the other boy to be angry with him, but at least it would make sense. Goten should be screaming at him, or glaring, or gods even a frown would do!
There was none of that. There was just... nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was so much worse than anger. Anger, he could work with. But this? How could he fix anything when Goten wouldn't even look at him? How could he mend the bridge between them when Goten was so utterly out of his reach?
Not too long ago, Gohan had visited Capsule Corporations upon Bulma's request. Once his services were no longer required, Gohan—naturally—invited Trunks over to the Son household. Trunks could not think of an excuse fast enough, so as not to rouse suspicions, he reluctantly agreed, and gathered the presents he had bought that still needed wrapping. Even though he knew that Goten probably didn't want to see him, he figured that Goten didn't want his family in their business even more.
Or his business, he supposed.
Trunks bit the corner of his lip as he pulled the red paper over his sister's gift. He was such an idiot.
Downside to coming to the Son household: he had to sit here and be ignored by the one person he needed most.
Upside: they had nice wrapping paper.
Trunks knows that he had been too defensive that night in Marron's bedroom. He had known before the words even left his mouth. He couldn't help himself though! Just knowing that Goten of all people saw those pictures, had read the jokes, had seen what people he normally would have considered his good acquaintances were commenting about him...
He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach. Even now, just sitting next to him and knowing what he had seen made Trunks sick with embarrassment.
'Stop overreacting!' he tries to tell himself. 'It's not like they were nude pictures.'
"They might as well have been," Trunks mutters to himself. Goten's ear twitches, but he stays silent.
Trunks wished he knew what was going through Goten's head. He knows it's stupid, but it's hard not to think that maybe the real reason Goten can't bear to look at him is because he, like everyone else, thinks that Trunks is a slu—
'No.' Trunks snapped to himself as he tore off a piece of tape. He knew that wasn't true. Goten was angry but he would never think that way about him, ever.
Even still, Goten deserved an explanation and an apology. But, how could he offer either of those things, when Goten wouldn't speak to him? Trunks hadn't actually tried, but it didn't take a psychic to predict just how well his attempt would go. But he couldn't wait for Goten to be ready; he had to fix this now.
He looked down dejectedly at his nearly wrapped gift. He had to get Goten to stop ignoring him, at least long enough to say what he needed to say. What did he have to do to get Goten's attention?
A dull pink rises to his cheeks, because he knew one surefire way to get Goten's attention.
His cheeks darken further, because as he looks down at the gift covered in red wrapping paper with white stars and snowflakes, an idea comes to him.
Before he can talk himself out of it, he grabs the extra roll of wrapping paper and stands to his feet. He ignores Chi-Chi and Gohan's questioning looks, and marches with purpose towards Goten's bedroom.
When he is inside, he closes the door behind him. Looking around with uncertainty, he finally decides to set himself up in the middle of the floor. With a deep breath, he rolls out the blank side of the decorative paper and tears it when it's long enough. He settles down on the edge of it, and is about to begin the process, when he stops himself.
Well... if he was going to do this, he might as well go all out.
With slightly red cheeks, he bunches the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows. Then, he brings his fingers up to the first button and undoes them all one-by-one until the shirt is completely open. Finally, his eyes fell to his groin.
... He may as well...
He takes a moment to psych himself up and will away the blush from his face. Then, biting his lip, he brings his fingers down and unhooks the metal button of his jeans. He then pinches the tiny clasp and pulls down the zipper, exposing his navy briefs spread over his crotch. He still feels that he needs more, but what else can finish his Christmas present cosplay?
He then remembers that presents tend to have bows or ribbon, Goten conveniently happens to have some discarded on his desk.
Stretching his body, Trunks reaches out and grabs it. He holds it close and inspects it. It's like a combination of the two: a large red bow, with four long, red strings trailing from it, crumpled from being in Goten's care for an unhealthy amount of time.
Trunks fights the urge to squirm. He knows exactly what Goten would want him to do with this bow, and well, Trunks can't think of a valid reason not to.
Before he can change his mind, he tangles the ribbon around both of his wrists until he can't move them without using additional strength. Trunks regards the sight he makes, and wonders whether he looks more sexy or ridiculous.
He imagines Goten like this, and... he concedes that it is a nice image indeed.
Satisfied—and thoroughly embarrassed—he reclines onto his back. He then leans over to grab the edge of the paper before rolling in the opposite direction. He stops when he's completely wrapped, and only the tips of his hair and feet are exposed. It might be his most sorry excuse wrap job ever, but he's pretty sure Goten gets the message. He wonders how long he'll have to wait until Goten decides to come in. He hopes it will be a while, because he's flustered, exposed, and well, at a complete loss of what to say when Goten does walk in.
He also concedes that he did not entirely think this through.
It's too late to turn back though, because at that moment the door clicks open. The room is quiet, and Trunks can feel the eyes on him burning through the paper. He ignores the desire to fidget and prays that Goten doesn't just turn and walk away, because Trunks doesn't think he'll ever live that experience down if he does.
He hears the door close. "What's this?"
Trunks tries to will the blush away from his cheeks as his toes curl from nerves.
Or keep blushing... You know Goten thinks it's cute.
And of course, that thought only makes it worse.
"Early Christmas present," he answers.
He can hear Goten's feet padding against the carpet. "Really? I wonder what it is."
"Why don't you open it and find out?"
And then there are fingers ripping the paper, exposing his face, and only his face. Trunks is relieved; they still needed to talk, after all, and he knows it wouldn't be fair to manipulate Goten that way.
Afterwards, though...
"Hey, it's just what I wanted!" Trunks blinks up at the dark eyes above him. He had accomplished in putting a smile on his face. It was a weak one, but he knew when to count his victories.
Trunks takes a deep breath. "Okay before you... open the rest of me, I want to talk to you."
The smile is gone. "Alright."
"Okay," Trunks clears his throat. "I'm... sorry. I'm sorry for lying to you, and also for not telling you about... for not telling you."
Goten regards him, and Trunks doesn't like that blank look on his face. Goten was always easy to read, always wore his emotions on his sleeves. He knew that Goten was being guarded on purpose, and he hated it.
Finally, Goten says with brutal honesty, "You took advantage of my trust in you and broke it."
Trunks feels a lump in his throat. "I know, and I'm so sorry."
Goten nods. "Let's just ignore the fact that we've been together for a year. You've been my best friend practically my entire life. Why would lie to me about this?"
"Because I knew you'd overreact!" Trunks didn't mean to snap, and wishes that he can take it back.
Goten's eyes narrow. "I'm pretty sure this is something I'm allowed to overreact about."
Trunks closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. "I know, okay, I just... I didn't want you to know."
He sees the perk of curiosity in Goten's eyes. "Why?"
Trunks focuses his gaze to the window on the other side of the room, wishing he was strong enough to look Goten in the eye. "I... for fucks sake, I'm embarrassed, okay? I didn't want to talk about—I really don't want to be talking about it right now—because I just wanted to forget about it, okay? I didn't want to deal with it, and I really didn't want you to... to see those pictures of me and the things people were saying and..." He huffs. "N-No one really believes anything he's saying. They just need something to laugh at. It's all just stupid."
There is silence.
Eventually, he feels Goten's knuckles bump against his shoulder. "I wish you had told me that."
Trunks sighs. "Yeah, me too."
"I love you, Trunks," he says, brutally honest in the best way, "no matter what. Even if you won't let me fix all your problems you can still let me be here for you. I want to be here for you when things like this happen."
Tension Trunks didn't even know he had eases out of his body. "I'll remember that next time." He then peers over at Goten with uncertainty in his eyes. "Do you forgive me?"
Goten hums. "Yeah, I forgive you." Trunks is then surprised to see a faint flush painting over his pale cheeks. "I'm, uh, also sorry. For yelling at you. That was, uh, that was a real dick move. I mean, I was hurt that you didn't tell me, but you weren't the one I was actually angry with. I took it out on you anyway, which, again, dick move. You probably don't need me being an asshole right now."
Trunks shrugged. It was an awkward apology, and that made it all the more genuine.
He smiles a bit when he says, "Yeah, 'Anti-asshole Goten' would be kind of nice right now."
Goten shakes his head and laughs, and Trunks is hit with the certainty that they'll be okay.
When his laughter subsides, Goten's fingers curl around the paper. "Come on, let's get you out of this."
Trunks almost protests, when he remembers that this had been his plan. So, he keeps his mouth shut as Goten peels away the wrapping paper.
"Whoa," Goten says with wide eyes, and pink cheeks. "I feel like, objectively, I should've seen this coming, but I did not."
Trunks rolls his eyes and scoffs, but his flushed face basically cancels it out. "Yeah, well that's kind of the point of gifts. They're surprises."
"I think I really like my gift." Goten makes a show of licking his lips.
Trunks shifts under the attention, and doesn't know how he's supposed to respond to that.
And then, Goten's giving him a lewd smile as he fingers the bow and ribbons around Trunks' wrist. "So, anything I want, I'm assuming?"
Trunks averts his eyes and idly wonders how one would go about building up a tolerance against blushing. Maybe he can find a YouTube tutorial or something. "Within reason."
"Mm, Trunks, you're so playing unfair," Goten says, before dropping his face. Trunks is so surprised by the soft lips and hot tongue suddenly on his nipple, that he can't hold back his gasp.
"Ah. You would start there," he complains, trying to fidget away from the stimulating sensation.
Goten grins as he presses his knee between Trunks' legs. He then grabs Trunks' bound wrists and pulls them over his head, so they settle around his neck. "Don't act like you don't love it, babe."
Trunks scowls. "Goten."
He's ignored in favor of having kisses pressed all over his neck and face. Trunks decides to let it go, because Goten is no longer mad at him, and he figures that's all that matters at the moment.
So, he hikes one of his legs around Goten thigh, tightens his grip around Goten's neck, and welcomes the warm lips that are dancing all over him.
End