Rainy Days

( heh.. even better than those hot sticky summer days are those cool peaceful rainy days… and of course our boys always have ways of entertaining themselves. PWP. Set some time after One on One ) wow…I write a lot of this crap -.-;

-CryKat

Rain fell against the windowpane, a soft pitter-patter against the clear surface; the only sound in the silent house.

Goten stretched lazily on Trunks’ futon, reaching out to flip the page of his book before tucking that arm back under his chin, half lidded eyes following the words on the page.

A soft snore from the window where Trunks was sitting, slender form leaned against the sill his head bowed down; chin resting against his chest… the rain having lolled him to sleep some time ago.

Goten reached up to brush a dark lock of hair from his eyes, letting them fall shut for a moment before drawing his arms down so he could push himself up, rolling off the futon and on to his feet. He stretched again to get the kinks out of his body; still sore from his spar with his friend earlier this morning, fingers going up to examine the fresh bruise on his jaw. Trunks stirred, sleepy blue pools slipping open to observe Goten quietly as he shifted for a more comfortable position in the sill. He enjoyed more than anything this feeling of warmth and contentment, which he seemed only to feel now in his best friends presence.

A lazy Sunday afternoon, no responsibilities at the moment… work and school a distant worry. And Trunks smiled gently no parents around for the entire day.

The younger teen hadn’t seemed to notice that Trunks had woke as he slipped quietly out of his room, padding barefoot across the cool wooden floor. Trunks sat up completely, pale lavender hair sliding down into his face, he brush it away again as he rose to his feet, walking to the door and peering cautiously out, just in time to catch Goten slip out side. He turned back to the window, watching the smaller teen cross the field where he paused to shed his shirt, slipping back in attack stance.

Trunks knelt back before the sill, folding his arms over the dusty ledge to watch. He was well aware that Goten could perhaps surpass them all if he worked hard enough for it, like his brother before him… but unlike Gohan, Goten never had a reason to- no real threats to the world that caused him to summon that power. Sure he’d train hard enough, but that was more to keep in shape than anything… he didn’t seem to have any desire to even try to surpass Trunks, not minding that the elder teen proceeded to kick his ass every spar.

Goten attacked then, half swallowed by the cloudy mist rising from the ground and the steady rain pelting down on the earth. He moved swiftly, throwing punches and kicks at invisible opponents, occasionally gracefully lunging forward or flipping back. Not allowing his power to rise, as if he were working to keep it repressed as he fought.

Trunks noted moves that Goten never used in battle with him, he’d always seemed to rely more on energy attacks and a simple fury of kicks or punches, blocking when needed.

He actually was a refined martial artist, practicing moves that Trunks had seen before but most likely couldn't even name.

He smiled lightly, that was why the audience seemed to love Goten so much at the Buddahkai even if he never won, every time he’d never fail to impress every single one of them with his moves. Vegeta had said once that he was better suited for movies than actual battle… Trunks had to agree… though he still would rather have Goten at his back than any one else in a real fight.

The dark hair boy dropped then, as if he’d been struck by the very imaginary opponent he’d been fighting, collapsing into the grass, sprawled out on his back.

Trunks blinked frowning before he jerked open the window, flying out in the now pouring rain towards his fallen friend.

" Goten-kun? " He dropped next to Goten, tone thick with worry.

Twin ebony pools blinked open and the boy smiled up at him, one arm lifting to shield his eyes from the falling rain. " Hai?"

" Baaaka!" Trunks sank to his knees to bop Goten across the head. " Scare me why don’tcha?"

The youth pushed himself up on his elbows, peering at his best-friend quizzically. " I didn’t do anything." He swatted at a lock of hair that had slid down to obstruct his view.

Trunks shook his head as he let a sigh escape, followed by a shiver as the cold rain water slid down his spine, shirt now plastered to his form.

" I’d trust you to be playing out in the rain."

Goten smiled cheerfully, dropping back down into the wet grass, arms folding over his bruised torso. "I happen to like the rain."

Trunks smirked lightly, wicked thoughts coming to mind… which of course were starting to become customary for him. Catching that look Goten allowed for a flicker of a smirk, holding his arms out towards the pale haired youth. "If you’re cold… I suppose I could warm you up." He kept that clear innocence in those large brown eyes, voice softening.

" Hmm… " Trunks looked thoughtful for a moment, reaching up to tap a finger against his chin.

" I suppose I can’t turn that down… now can I?" the smirk softened to a smile as he bent down to brush his lips over Goten’s forehead before curling against his chest. Strong arms wrapped around him, that smaller body warm and slick beneath his.

Trunks shut his eyes, feeling his friends strong heart beat against his cheek, he traced his fingers over the boy’s ridged stomach gently, following the path of muscle that tightened beneath his touch, he noted the way Goten’s breathing changed, as if he’d been holding a breath. A small smiled tugged at Trunks’ lips as he turned his head, mouth following the trail his fingers had made, lazily licking the rain water from the warm salty skin.

" Trunks-kun-" Eyelids fluttered shut as Goten let his head drop back, lips parting.

"Mmm?" Trunks nipped lightly at Goten’s chest, sharp teeth grazing over one hardened nipple as he slowly made his way up, hands brushing over narrow, denim clad hips.

Goten wrapped his arms around the taller boy, small sounds escaping his throat, urging Trunks on. " T-take me inside?"

Trunks paused at Goten’s throat, lips pressed against his collar bone as they formed a smile, his mind interpreting that in two ways. The second more enticing than the first.

" Hai..."

He pushed to his knees, pulling Goten up with him, claming his mouth in a kiss as they rose to their feet, bodies pressed tightly together. Trunks tangled his fingers in that mane of spiky hair, allowing his other hand to slide down, resting at the small of his lovers back, sliding his fingers past the loose waist band of his jeans to brush over the small scar there. Goten arched against him, the gasp lost against Trunks’ mouth.

Trunks buried his face against Goten’s warm neck, nipping gently at his pulse point as he lifted the boy in his arms, turning back towards the house.

Trunks nudged the front door shut behind them, setting Goten back to his feet before wrestling out of his soaked sweat shirt, dropping it with a wet thud in the foyer.

oten pushed him against the wall, kissing him once again, taking his time in exploring that sweet mouth as his hands slid downward to study his chest and stomach before working at his belt. Trunks nuzzled against the spiky mess of wet hair, mouth finding an ear to play with. The clasp on his belt clicked and he chuckled softly as he was lifted and carried over to the couch before being dropped onto the cool leather cushion. Goten knelt on the floor before him as he tugged the belt free, leaning forward to nip at Trunks’ chest, pausing to ravish one dark nipple, sliding the elder boy’s jeans off.

Trunks closed his eyes, turning so his cheek lay on the couch’s head rest, fingers tangling in Goten’s hair. " Ya going to slow down for me?"

Goten’s mouth paused against his sternum, a thoughtful hum that vibrated his entire chest, causing Trunks to shiver. " No…" He continued to lick his way down, sliding Trunks’ boxers free.

Trunks closed his eyes, sucking in a breath as Goten eased his legs apart, hooking them over his shoulders, lips brushing over Trunks’ inner thigh, pressing kisses against the pale skin.

Goten purred softly. " But I’ll slow down if you want me to." He turned his head so Trunks’ erection rubbed against his cheek. " You going to watch me?"

Trunks bit his lip, opening his eyes to peer down at Goten, the younger boy grinned before, closing his hand around Trunks’ length, leaning in to lap at the tip before taking it into his mouth.

Trunks moaned softly, not allowing him self to look away… but watching made it worse.

Goten worked him slowly, almost agonizingly so and remarkably skilled for his lack of experience. He was apparently enjoying him self, devouring Trunks like one would a pop-cicle, the soft purring that vibrated his throat made it all the more wonderful…and agonizing.

" Nnn Goten…please." Trunks threw his head back, the cords in his throat tightening as he grew closer to release, fingers digging white knuckled into the soft cool leather.

Goten pulled back, grazing sharp canines gently over the heated flesh, soft pink tongue brushing over the sensitive tip drawing out another soft groan.

" Even if I can never win in a fight against you." Goten smiled, fingers playing over Trunks’ thigh, massaging the tense muscle there. " I can still get you like this." Another nip to emphasize his point. " Would you beg for it, if I asked you to?" dark eyes peered up at Trunks from under that mess of ebony hair, a smile playing at his lips.

Trunks nodded, panting. " Hai."

Goten only chuckled again, before taking Trunks’ erection back into his mouth, bringing him quickly to release… a rather hard one at that, leaving the pale haired boy gasping and panting as his lover lapped away any traces of it.

Goten rose back to his feet, allowing Trunks time to recover, smiling playfully at the elder teen. He reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind one ear before dropping his hands to his waist, unbuttoning his jeans before tugging at the zipper, slowly pealing off the wet denim, sliding them down his hips letting them drop at his feet, if he’d been wearing any underwear, it had been removed as well.

Trunks watched him, swallowing the lump in his throat…Goten hadn’t even touched him and he was already getting aroused again.

Goten reached down to stroke himself, eyelids fluttering shut, lips parting. He then paused, letting his hands drop, smiling to Trunks, who was gawking at him, mouth open.

" Better yet… lets go to the kitchen." Goten turned.

Trunks blinked, then shook his head as he struggled to compose himself, rising to his feet. "Only you would think of food before foreplay."

Goten chortled walking back to him, pressing their bodies together, wrapping his arms around his lovers neck, sliding his tongue over Trunks’ bottom lip before claming his mouth in a kiss, taking the extra effort to grind his hips against Trunks’ own. Trunks moaned, breaking the kiss to do so. " Where the hell did you learn that much self control?"

Goten tilted his head down to bite at his neck, leaving a mark that was sure to bloom into a lovely bruise sooner or later. " I must have picked up something from all that training."

He took Trunks’ hand, twining their fingers before leading him off towards the kitchen.

Trunks dropped down to sit in a chair by the table, watching as Goten dug through the cabinets, pulling out random objects like peanut-butter honey and chocolate syrup… olive oil? Trunks shivered, straightening. " You’re not planing to get kinky are you?"

Goten turned, dipping a finger into the jar of peanut-butter, and licking it off. " ‘Course I am…why? Don’t want to play now?" something of a mock pout was offered.

Trunks could only watch him in awe, Goten was of course always the playful sort…trust him to think up wicked thought involving his two favorite things. " Food and sex." Trunks chuckled softly. Goten’s gaze lifted to him, grinning as if reading his mind. " Nope… food and you."

He padded over to Trunks, dropping down to straddle his lap, reaching up to smear peanut-butter across his bottom lip. Trunks nipped at his hand. "You’re horrible."

" But you love it." Goten smiled, leaning down to clean up his mess, gasping suddenly as Trunks shifted him, length pressed between his legs as if begging for entrance.

Goten bit his lip, leaning down to nuzzle Trunks’ neck, the jar dropped and forgotten.

" T-that’s what you want?" A soft nip followed by a softer moan as Trunks shifted again, now pressed tightly against Goten.

" Hai." Trunks nodded, voice deepening. " That’s what I want."

Goten nodded a few time, struggling to swallow as he reached for the oil…hadn’t that been the reason he’d pulled it out? Shakily he twisted off the lid, moving up to his knees, freed of the pressure for a moment as he drizzled the amber liquid down Trunks’ stomach, one hand sliding down to coat the elder teen’s erection.

Trunks shivered, arching into that touch, licking his lips as Goten released him, pressing their foreheads together. The younger teen’s body was trembling, he reached up to cup Trunks’ cheek with his clean hand, the slick fingers of his other were digging into the elder boy’s shoulder. " You…realize, I’ve-never really done this." Goten whispered, closing his eyes as Trunks’ hand sneaked between his legs, fingertips playing over the sensitive opening.

" Hai… I’ll be gentle." Trunks caught Goten’s mouth in a brief kiss as he slid two fingers inside of him, silencing a whimper.

Goten broke the kiss, burying his face against Trunks’ shoulder, jaw clenched. " That’s good to know."

" If you don’t want to, we’ll stop." Trunks pressed a kiss to his lovers temple, nibbling his ear.

" No." a small gasp as Goten shifted, spreading his legs so Trunks had easier access. " I- it’s just …I’m kinda.."

" Scared?"

" No!"

" Yes."

Goten bit his lip. "Yes."

Trunks slid another finger into the boy, who arched against him, panting softly.

" How’s that feel?" He grazed his teeth grazed over Goten’s shoulder, fingers exploring.

" Make me wish you’d hurry and fuc-" He was cut off as a low moan ripped from his throat, Trunks had found something better to do with his free hand.

" Just relax.. I don’t want to hurt you."

Goten tossed his head back. " You’re not going to break me… just please… please-"

Trunks lifted Goten, rising to his feet, arms wrapped tightly around his lover as he walked back to the den, laying the boy back down on the couch. Goten pulled Trunks ontop of him, the elder teen drew Goten’s legs up to his sides, thankful for his best friend’s pliability. Hesitating for a moment, eyes searching Goten’s own before he thrust in to him, receiving a choked gasp from his smaller lover. Trunks cursed softly, drawn into that almost painfully tight heat, he bowed his head down as he eased in completely, ignoring the scratches along his back he’d received from Goten.

" Gods…you’re so…so…"

" Don’t even go there." Goten hissed, turning his head, eyes squeeze tightly shut.

" Flexible?" Trunks smiled, drawing out only to thrust in again, catching his lip between his teeth.

" You think you could relax just a bit?"

Goten panted, clawing at the cool leather of the couch. " You think you could give me a second?" he snapped, trying to sit up, face contorted in pain before he gave up, dropping back again, gasping for breath.

Trunks reached out to rub his stomach, caressing the tense muscle there, stroking the boy’s length with his free hand until Goten had relaxed enough for him to began again, choosing a slow pace that was easier for his lover.

Slowly the pain gave way to pleasure, leaving Goten writhing beneath him, panting and moaning as Trunks moved against him, slender fingers digging into Trunks’ shoulders as he came, crying out, clinging tightly to his lover at the elder boy’s orgasm soon followed.

Trunks collapsed ontop of Goten, leaving the smaller teen pinned beneath him, savoring those last moments before drawing out again-. He blinked as a shiver passed through him- that same feeling he’d had the first time fusion broke… the feeling of being incomplete, almost enough to make his heart ache.

Trunks closed his eyes, squirming down so he could rest his cheek against Goten’s chest, letting a few minutes of silence pass between them, enough for them to both catch their breaths.

" Did you feel that?"

Goten slid his fingers through the mess of lavender hair pooled against his torso. "Which part?"

" At the end-"

Goten shook his head… " I’m not sure, I think I was too busy trying to remember my name."

Trunks turned his head to press a kiss against the damp skin. " Are you alright?"

" Every thing below my waist is numb… I’m not sure if that’s good or bad."

" I think it’s because I’m laying on you." Trunks smiled, dipping his tongue in Goten’s navel, fingers tracing the soft line of hair that disappeared downward. "So what did you think?"

Goten blinked. "I think it because you’re laying on me-"

Trunks bit down, Goten gasped.

" I mean about the sex, baka."

" I’ve had better-" He yelped as Trunks bit him again. " Not so hard you mean little thing!"

Trunks chuckled. "Hard huh?"

" You’re a pervert."

" You like it."

Goten opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again. "So what?"

" What did you really think?" Trunks traced his tongue over the bruised spot where he’d bit him.

" I think it was worth me not being able to walk for a few days." Goten winked.

" Ahh.." Trunks frowned, sitting up so he was straddling his lover. " Next time I’ll be more gentle."

Goten blinked, then grinned wickedly. " I though you were going to be gentle this time? And what makes you think I’m going to let you screw me again?"

" I got carried away- and because I can get you to beg me for it."

" Ha! Now you’re drea- HEY!"

Trunks picked Goten up, tossing the smaller teen over his shoulder, walking down the hall to the bathroom.

" Now where are we going?"

" We’re going to take a bath."

Goten grinned, squirming. " With bubbles?"

" You’re such a child-"

" Don’t say that… you just fu-"

" Goten!."

Goten grinned wickedly, smacking Trunks on the rear. "It’s illegal to sleep with children you know?"

Trunks smirked setting Goten down once they’d reached his room. " I’m such a bad person."

"You don’t tell anyone, I won’t." Goten wrapped his arms around Trunks’ neck, kissing him. Trunks led the boy into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

FIN! (probably)