Naked Weekend    ~*Jari*~

 

 

Goten bent his head and kissed Trunks again, savoring the moment, every changing pressure of tongue on toungue, the heat and pleasure of Trunks' mouth joined with his. He'd been dying to kiss Trunks all day-finally, they could be alone! His hands slid from Trunk's soft lavender hair, caressing him with the gentle movement of his fingers. One hand curved around Trunks neck just beneath his ear, Goten's palm resting against the slide and play of muscle as Trunks moved his mouth across his. Goten's other hand slid down his arm, only to return as his fingers sought the warmth of his skin beneath the short sleeve of his t-shirt.

"What are you waiting for, Goten? Take off my shirt." Trunks murmured, his lips still not even a breath away from his face.

Goten smiled dreamily, gazing into his love's blue eyes...

"Goten?"

"Hai, Trunks."

"You're daydreaming again, aren't you?" Goten grinned, still imagining how wonderful it would be if they could strip down to their bare skins right then and fly away. Who needs high school, anyway? "Can't you just wait 'til the bell rings? Five more minutes, koi..." Trunks shook his head in mock dismay.

Goten eyed the open window, then the teacher, who was bent over his desk, reading. "No, Trunks... I can't." He grabbed his love's hand, motioning towards the wide blue sky as his tugged playfully. "Let's go."

"Now?"

"Hai. Now."

Leaving their books behind, they flew out the window.

 

Let’s Make A Bet…

"Do you think nichan knows what we're up to?"

Trunks sped up his flight a notch and grinned. "What are you so nervous about? This was your idea..."

They were well away from Orange Star High, flying towards the Western Capital. Goten knew his brother had assigned plenty of homework, and there was that baka-hard history exam... still, he wasn't about to let thoughts of that cross his mind much, at least... well... "Trunks?"

"Yeah, koi?"

He had that look on his face... like he knew what was coming next. This was the moment Goten was supposed to sweep him up into his arms and kiss him passionately... Goten hated being so god-damned predictable, though. What's the use of being spontaneous if your lover anticipates what comes next? So, he smirked in a Vegeta-like way instead, and crossed his arms instead, stopping his flight.

"What?" Goten kept his expression even, tilting his head to the side in thought. Beneath his rag-bag hair, Trunks could see two wide fuck-me eyes peering out at him. He didn't say or do anything. Goten just stood there, in mid-air, letting the clouds blow by. "What, koi?" Then, he knew. Goten was playing. He wasn't going to do anything until... until he was given some affection.

Trunks leaned forward, his feet dangling 20,000 feet above the earth, his hair blowing in the wind. Hands at his sides, he angled his cheek towards Goten's unmoving lips, brushing against him. Goten remained motionless as Trunks then rotated his body 180 ° so that he was upside-down, nipping at his love's nose.

"What's it going to take to make you happy, Goten?"

Goten's eyes were still open as Trunks kissed him repeatedly, leaving his face moist. If he wasn't careful, Trunks may just give him a hicky... He was inhaling with each kiss, drawing Goten's soft flesh into his mouth, and sometimes he lingered. It felt wonderful. So, Goten spoke. "Let's spend the entire weekend together. Just the two of us."

"Oh... sounds nice." Trunks continued his kissing for another moment, then paused to reach down and massage Goten's shoulders. "But... What about the exam? Or Son-sensei's homework? Or... training... We'll never get that stuff done if left to our own devices."

"You think so?"

"All weekend... My thoughts would linger on the many different ways I could try to get your body naked..." He shook his head. "You'd flunk that history exam for sure."

"Well..." Goten unfolded his arms and reached for Trunks's torso, gliding his hands over his body. "I know... What if I were already naked?"

Trunks chuckled and closed his eyes. "That would be a dream come true, Koi." Goten leaned upwards and kissed the tip of his nose. "Of course, I'd have to be naked, too... and that could only lead to one thing..." When he opened his eyes again, Trunks noticed immediately that Goten's crotch was in his face. "What? G-goten... it's too soon!" Goten had his right hand on Trunks' zipper and the other on his backside as Trunks kicked his feet in protest.

"Well... Let's do it." His fingers lingered on Trunk's fly, playing with the zipper. "I want to spend the entire weekend with you, just the way it was, before we discovered sex. We'll, study some, spare, laugh, tell jokes... but, at the same time, let's be naked."

Trunks stopped his kicking. "No sex?" He nuzzled his head into Goten's crotch. "Are you sure?"

"Hai."

"I don't think either of us could last that long." Trunks could really feel the blood rushing to his head right then. "Let's go to my place, and just have a sleep over..." He smiled, staring at Goten's crotch. "A naked sleep over..." Trunks opened his jaw wide and attempted to hold his koi's clothed penis with his teeth. As he did, Goten squealed with glee, wiggling his legs slightly, thighs brushing Trunk's ears and cheeks.

"Tttrruunks... Hee-hehee... ayeee!!" Goten grabbed at Trunks' hair with his hands, pulling it, as Trunks nibbled, enjoying his koi's swelling flesh. As Goten began to build a tolerance to the waves of pleasure that rippled up from his groin and throughout his body, he was able to lean over and chastely kiss his lavender-haired lover on the head. "I love you! He-hehee.."

Trunks stopped, leaving a dark pool of saliva on Goten's jeans. "You giggle like a school-girl, koi... You better not cumm now... We've still got to go home, tell our parents our weekend plans..." Trunks wiped his remaining drool on Goten's thigh, leaving another dark streak of moisture.

"Trunks..."

"Yeah?"

"Come on... Let's be naked, all weekend."

"Ookee... you asked for it Koi..." Trunks nuzzled his face into Goten's crotch one last time... speaking into his love's crotch, letting his voice be muffled in the folds of Goten's pants, vibrating against his body. "Goten... let's make a bet..."