*A.N.: Thank you, Camryn, for all your kind encouragement!

It's About Time!

"Seventeen?"

"Wait, not yet…"

"Can I come in, please?"

Seventeen's heart beat nervously. He checked his breath to determine that it didn't reek. "…Alright, I'm ready now."

Trunks entered Seventeen's bedroom through the bathroom door with a towel wrapped his waist. Seventeen had dressed into a white shirt and settled himself back into bed on his own, insistent that he required no help at all. Currently he was struggling not to stare at Trunks' golden muscular chest.

Trunks took a deep, uneasy breath, strained from Seventeen's neurotic behavior. Neglecting to change his clothes, he approached Seventeen's bed, reaching for his forehead. "Seventeen, are you sure that you're feeling better?"

Seventeen flushed slightly under his gentle touch, averting his eyes from his chiseled body. "Yes. I'm fine now."

"Do you want me to make you some tea? Or Soup?"

Seventeen glanced up at him, smiling gently at the messy sight of his wet, lavender hair sticking to his face. He didn't want Trunks to leave, even for a moment. What he wanted was for him to crawl under the covers and hold him again.

Since Seventeen was being silent, Trunks decided for him. "I'll be right back."

Before he could walk away Seventeen's hand shot out and grasped his arm. "Wait… I don't need anything like that!"

Trunks gathered Seventeen's hand into his own. "Then tell me what you want me to do."

Seventeen stared at him, the blush on his face becoming deeper. He tugged Trunks towards him, averting his gaze. "Can you… cuddle me until I fall back to sleep?"

Trunks' heartbeat increased at the thought of caressing the android's petite body in his arms. I suppose cuddling is completely harmless…

Then he abruptly remembered that he was naked, and pulled away from Seventeen. "Um, give me a moment to change, first?"

Seventeen didn't let go and shook his head, blushing and progressively becoming his blatant-self again. "No, I don't want you to… Stay that way, please?"

Trunks eyes widened in bewilderment. "Wha-what?"

"Trunks, I'm clean now… So, this time… I don't mind if you continued kissing me, or went… further."

Trunks reddened and kept still. What?! What if I harmed him again!?

Seventeen noticed his restraint, and decided to be more straightforward. "Trunks? I've missed you so much. I don't care if I'm ill anymore." He pulled Trunks closer. "I really do want more than cuddling from you. I want…," he reddened but continued with confidence, "I want to have sex with you. If that's what you want, too."

Trunks gaped at him. "…I-I do! I want to, but…!" His heart beat practically stopped. "Se-Seventeen, what if I got carried away again? I could never forgive myself if I-"

"I can handle it, I promise." Seventeen leaned up to Trunks' face and kissed him lightly. "That time when you bit me… it was just a new experience for me. I don't care now if you were biting me a hundred times. You know that I'm stronger than I look, so it's okay to mark me as much as you want." He smiled reassuringly and ran his hands across Trunks' rigid chest, leisurely drawing him onto the bed. "Don't treat me like a weakling. I love you. No matter what happens to me, I'll always love you."

Trunks felt comforted by Seventeen's words, and he was over Seventeen before he knew it. "I love you too." He gingerly brushed his fingers against Seventeen's lips. "I really do, Seventeen. More than anything else." He returned a kiss to Seventeen's lips. "Are you sure that you're ready?" Seventeen nodded eagerly, his hands reaching Trunks' back so he could pull him down and kiss him again.

Trunks' pulse quickened. He allowed himself to kiss Seventeen passionately, all the while exploring his body with his hands. He slipped his hands beneath Seventeen's shirt, causing Seventeen to squeak softly into Trunks' mouth as soon as they found their targets. Trunks carefully tweaked and massaged them between his fingers, beckoning small gasps from Seventeen's lips. Seventeen impatiently wrapped his legs around Trunks' waist, hardening more and more with every second, whereas Trunks was already fully erect. Trunks delicately pulled away from him, earning a whimper of protest from Seventeen, taking a moment to consider using protection. When he concluded that they didn't need it, he did remember his mother's recommendation for using a lubricant.

"Seventeen…I don't suppose you keep any Vaseline here?"

Seventeen frowned as he thought about the strange question. "…I think Eighteen keeps some somewhere in her bathroom-"

Trunks bent down and pecked Seventeen's forehead before interrupting with, "Great, be right back," and hurriedly exiting the room. Seventeen stared after him with misperception. In less than two seconds, Trunks returned with a small Vaseline container. He crawled once again over Seventeen and showed it to him.

"It will help make it hurt less," he explained.

Seventeen glanced at it and finally understood. He blushed lightly and uttered, "Good idea."

Trunks smiled, placed the container aside, and then reached for Seventeen's underwear. Seventeen pressed himself against the cool sheets with anticipation while Trunks pulled the soft piece of clothing down his smooth legs. He kept his eyes shut as he felt lips pressed against his skin. Eventually, he felt a kiss placed to his lips, and he blinked his eyes opened to find Trunks hovering over him, the towel no longer around his waist. Seventeen gasped silently as felt a slick finger touching the orifice between his legs, but it didn't slide in.

"Seventeen… I'm going to stretch out the opening first, ok?"

Seventeen nodded once, and gripped Trunks' shoulders. He flinched and bit his lip as the finger entered him steadily, leaving behind it a slippery trail of Vaseline. When it went in as far it could go, it pulled out just as steady and pushed inside again and again. The stable friction satisfied Seventeen at first, but the pace quickly became too sluggish to delight him.

"Trunks…ah…F-faster."

Trunks obliged and even added a second finger, scissoring and stretching, causing Seventeen to grip the bed sheets as he mewled in intense pleasure. The sound of Seventeen's moans filled Trunks with the need to hear more. He pressed his forehead against Seventeen's, focusing his gaze into Seventeen's love-clouded eyes. When he inserted a third finger, Seventeen felt as though he could burst at any moment from the wonderful feeling. He just couldn't wait any longer.

"Trunks, I-ah! I wa-ant you now! Please…"

Trunks eagerly drew out his fingers from Seventeen and spread his legs apart. The couple felt enthusiastic along with fleeting anxiety. Trunks panted slightly and reached for Seventeen's hand, interlacing their fingers as he pushed himself into him. Seventeen winced and clutched at Trunks' back with his free hand. Three fingers were nothing compared to this sensation. Their moans escalated in volume as Trunks increased his speed.

Seventeen shook his head. "Ha-Harder!"

Trunks obeyed, and kissed Seventeen fervently as he did so, stifling the android's cries. He licked Seventeen's lips and the uke opened them, allowing Trunks to slip his tongue inside. He hungrily ravished the small orifice. During this he grasped Seventeen's thigh tightly as he pounded into him with controlled force. After satisfying himself with the taste of his mouth, Trunks pulled away, breaking the trail of saliva between them, and the couple gasped for breath. He pressed his lips against Seventeen's neck. As Trunks explored him with his mouth and tongue, and moved fiercely inside him, Seventeen could sense his release approaching closer and closer.

When Trunks bit into him, Seventeen couldn't hold it back any longer. He gasped.

Trunks parted his teeth from Seventeen's neck, watching him pant as he felt a wet substance hitting his stomach. The sight of Seventeen's flushed, exhausted expression encouraged Trunks' own release. Trunks, realizing this, pounded frantically into him. He groaned, finally unleashing his sperm inside of Seventeen, and collapsed beside him.

The two panted feverishly, and snuggled close to each other. Trunks kissed Seventeen's head adoringly, and Seventeen closed his eyes, letting himself rest blissfully in his arms. Trunks smiled tenderly at him, feeling worn out as well. He rested his chin on Seventeen's head and relaxed.

"I love you, Seventeen," he whispered happily.

"…I love…you too, Trunks…"

In minutes the pair fell contently asleep.