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' first summer as a couple

Word count: 701

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Warning: This be the sex.

Our First Summer

Drabble #18- Heat (Revised)

Goten gasped for breath. He found it extremely hard to breathe in the sweltering room, and thrust his hips at the same time. It wasn't normal for his room to be so humid, but his fan was broken, and the only thing he could do to help the situation was open the windows and hope that any breeze passing nearby would grace his bedroom. The heat didn't make him any less horny, it seemed, a surprising fact to no one.

As for Trunks? Well, all Goten could say was that he was a real beauty on his back. He was even more of a beauty when his legs were spread wide, one slung over Goten's shoulder and the other curled around Goten's hip. Can you guess what he was when he was covering his eyes with one arm, gripping the sheets fiercely with the other, and moaning wanton and desperate while he was pounded into?

He was the most fucking beautiful thing in the world.

Goten braced his hand above the headboard (and oh he loved the way it banged against the wall over and over again), and in the other he grasped the tan calf that was near his hip. He pushed Trunks leg away, opening him more so he could drive into that tight heat harder. Trunks' back arched off of the mattress, his fingers nearly tearing the sheets as he was thrust into in just the right way.

They were both panting harshly, every breathe deep and frenetic. Sweat slid down their bodies as they fucked in the heated bedroom. It was dirty, needlessly obscene, yet Trunks wasn't complaining, and Goten was more than happy to continue in the stimulating heat.

"Ah-ah—oh, fuck." There was no one in the world who moaned as pretty as Trunks. They were perfect—every gasp, every whine, every whimper, all of it was perfect. There was no sound that Goten liked more than the ones his prince made.

What he didn't like, however, was the arm that was thrown over his gorgeous blue eyes. He wanted to see them, because just as there was no one who moaned better than Trunks, there was no one who wore pleasure better, either.

He dropped Trunks' leg from his shoulder and grabbed the offending arm. He pushed both of the other boy's arms to the mattress, gripping at his wrists to keep them in place. Trunks' eyes stayed closed, as if he hadn't even noticed the change.

"Trunks... Tr-Trunks, look at me..." he couldn't help but stutter. It was hard to breathe, much less talk, when you were surrounded by such wonderfully tight heat, figuratively, and oh so literally.

Trunks' eyes cracked open. His eyes were drowning in arousal and desire; his cheeks were flushed like cherries; his lips were just the slightest bit swollen from their kissing.

Goten nearly spent himself at the sight. He could search forever and never find any sight as sexy as the one he had beneath him right now.

"Goten... m-more... ah, please..."

Goten would give him everything he needed, so really, Trunks shouldn't bother trying to talk— not with this crushing heat stealing every breath it could—but fuck did he love the way his name sounded from that voice...

He nodded absently, and did as his boyfriend wished. He could distantly hear the bed creaking alarmingly and the wall protesting as he slammed his hips harder.

"Ah! Ah—fuck!" that was Goten's voice, tearing out his throat with total abandon. Goten burned all over; every nerve was alight inside of him. All of it—the sight, the sensation, the heat—was becoming too much. He wanted release. He needed it.

He looked down at Trunks—a perfectly debauched mess bouncing on his sheets, just as desperate for release as he was—and thought only one thing: 'I love you, so, so much.'

Now wasn't that a loaded thought?

He couldn't say that though—he knew he couldn't—so instead, he leaned down and connected their lips. He wondered if the love, the intense, completely hopeless emotion he felt for Trunks was reflected in their kiss. Probably not, but it was nice to think that it was.

End