Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with 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' first summer as a couple.

Word count: 763

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc. (not all drabbles will be M content though)

Our First Summer

Drabble #6- Ice pops (Revised)

"Oi! I didn't invite you over here just so you could sleep!"

Goten jolted back to awareness—and he hadn't been sleeping, thank you very much—at the sound of Trunks' exasperated call. With a great and sigh voicing his annoyance at being interrupted, Goten stretched back out on his lawn chair. Not that he been particularly doing anything—only resting while he waited for Trunks to come back, idly thinking of possible activities they could do aside from sit out in the sun and burn to death.

Goten opened his mouth, ready to hit Trunks with a sarcastic and clever come back when he noticed the blue and yellow ice pops in his hands. They were the type of ice pops that looked like two separate popsicles molded into one. Goten guessed that they were meant for sharing, but honestly, why share when you could have double the treat?

The Son sat up in his seat with a great deal of enthusiasm. "I thought you were just going to get dressed. Where did you get those?"

Trunks plopped into the lawn chair next to him. "I was on my way back out here when Bra offered them to me. Which one do you want?"

Goten thought for a moment, then grabbed the yellow one and tore the plastic wrapper off. He sure hoped it was banana...

"Ack—! Dammit, it's lemon!" Goten sputtered at the taste.

Trunks shrugged, ripping the plastic off of the blue ice pop. "I could've told you that if you had just asked."

Goten grumbled in response. Sticking the slightly sour treat back in his mouth, he looked up at the sky. Maybe they could watch clouds. Was that fun? That sounded like the type of crap couples did right?

Turning to Trunks, he was about to propose his idea for the day, when the sight before him abruptly cut him off.

Trunks had broken his popsicle in half (perfectly, of course). He held one of the ice-sticks away from him, while he sucked on the other one. The blue treat disappeared nearly completely into his mouth, only to suddenly reappear as he pulled on the wooden stick. He continued this slowly, sometimes stopping to lick a line up the blue ice. Slight slurping sounds were heard as he sucked on his treat, not letting any of the blue liquid drip onto his fingers.

All the while Trunks eyes stared lazily up at the sky, not even realizing the show he was putting on.

Goten stifled a groan as his pants tightened. Why did Trunks have to make normal activities unnecessarily sexy!?

Goten smirked as a plan struck him. Kami did he love his plans.

Goten leaned over, attracting Trunks' attention with his motion. Connecting his gaze with two intrigued blue eyes, he opened his mouth, and dropped it over the other ice pop that Trunks had left untouched. He stuck out his tongue, dragging it from the base—making sure to catch just a bit of the fingers holding the wood—all the way up to the tip of the ice pop. Forming his lips over it, he went down as far as he could without gagging (which was pretty far, thank you very much). He bobbed his head slowly, never breaking contact with Trunks' steadily reddening face. He brought his lips back up to the tip of the ice pop, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked hard, taking the blue coloring away as he did. Trunks whimpered just the slightest bit, and Goten almost laughed in satisfaction as he pulled away.

Trunks, the poor thing, was still blushing. The ice pop he had been eating before was still stuffed between his lips, and a forgotten trail of melted blue liquid dripped down to his chin. Goten leaned over once more, and ran his tongue from Trunks' chin up to his lips. He connected his sticky mouth to Trunks'. He forced his tongue in where it would fit around the ice pop, tasting both Trunks and the blue raspberry flavor. Once the Son was sure he had enough, he pulled away, making a line of blue liquid and saliva connect their lips briefly before it broke.

"Eww..." Trunks complained, scrubbing at his lips with the back of his hand. "That was just nasty."

Goten laughed loudly at that. When his giggles subsided, he stuffed his forgotten lemon ice pop back into his mouth. He grimaced again at the taste, but distracted himself with the amusing sight of his disgusted boyfriend desperately trying to wipe away the blue mess.

End