Complete Turnaround
By: Chocolate-chan
Warnings/Spoilers: Lemon, yaoi, non-descriptive rape, passive-agressive behavorial tendancies ::sniff::

"Hey Goten, what's up?"
Goten shook himself from his thoughts as the familiar voice hailed him.
"Oh... 'sup, man?" Goten grinned as he hailed Trunks.
"Nothin' much, Chibi." Trunks smiled, "What are you doing here?"
There was a spot they shared, and it overlooked the bay. It was sunset, and the breeze was chilly. Goten shivered, wearing just his gi, and rubbed his arms. "I dunno... I just got majorly chewed out at home 'cause I'm making a "D" in Economics." He shook his head. "At least it's passing."
"Just barely. Sucks for you, man." Trunks landed finally, touching down beside him and leaning over the guard rail over the bay. "Me, I'm just bored. I was actually looking for you."
"What for?" Goten asked, eyebrows raising.
"My mom's leaving town. You know, those trips she goes on every week now? Tonikaku, since tomorrow's not school I thought you might wanna come over and hang out." Trunks shrugged and turned his head aside.
"Sure," Goten said. "I get fed good at your house."
"What are you talking about? You get fed good at your house."
Goten went to find a phone and called his mother, and flew back to where Trunks stood. "She finally agreed."
"Cool."
The two flew in silence for a while. "So why are you failing economics?"
Goten shrugged with a dark expression. "Who cares? I don't wanna talk about me; what's been up with you?"
Trunks appeared a little surprised. "Me? Why do you ask? Well, I'm not failing anything if that's what you mean."
"Iie!" Goten said with a grin, suddenly forgetting his mood. "How's life? I mean, your love life?" Goten wiggled his eyebrows.
Trunks' eyes narrowed. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. I just hear things around school..." Goten crossed his arms behind his head and turned to fly under Trunks, looking up at him. "Just some things about you and this cute girl...."
"You don't mean Naoko, do you?"
"Yeah," Goten said with a grin. "I mean Naoko. People say-"
"I know what people say! It's not true." Trunks glared down at him. "I barely know her; I had a class project with her once and that's it."
"Uh-huh," Goten said, righting himself in the air. He let it go for a the time being, and Trunks huffed out a breath and dropped back slightly so he wouldn't have to see if Goten gave him looks.
No, I don't feel anything for her, just-
Trunks was interrupted by Goten's stomach growling. He raised an eyebrow as Goten grinned back at him. "I'm hungry!"
"I noticed," Trunks replied. "Well, what are you hungry for?"
Goten got a delighted look that soon turned overwhelmed, as different food ideas warred in his mind. "Food," he said at last.
"I figured. Let's stop and get a pizza."
"Good idea!" Goten agreed and nodded eagerly.
At the pizza place, Trunks took possession of the food so that there would be some when they got home. Goten flew so close he blocked the wind, trying to sniff the pizza even though the scent was being blown away from him. "Can I have a piece now?" He asked with puppy-dog eyes.
"No," Trunks said. "There's got to be some left when we get home."
"There will be! And I'll eat just the same at Capsule Corp., only faster!" Trunks was unable to stand up to the adorable pouting look on Goten's face and gave him a slice. Goten was happy and flew on ahead with his prize, making some comment about "dripping cheese on those people," in the park down below.
Trunks surrenderred the pizza as soon as they walked in the door and went to turn on the TV. Goten shoved him a heaped plate as he walked in and plopped himself down on the couch, crossing his legs to support his own heaped plate. Trunks ate a few slices and handed the rest to Goten, who didn't even stop long enough to see if he'd eaten part of them, whether it mattered or not. Finally fed, Goten allowed whatever was on the screen to penetrate his brain.
"Turn it up, Tru-chan." Trunks did and Goten flopped off the couch and onto the floor, waving his feet behind him in the air as he lay on his stomach watching. Usually when they watched sitcoms together, Trunks didn't laugh, only explaining some punchlines to Goten between his fits of laughter.
Trunks seemed more quiet than usual, Goten noticed as he passed by with a drink. "You look tense, Trunks."
The older teen lifted a shoulder. "Guess it's one of those days."
"You'll be sore when you go to bed if you sit like that. You always are. Here," Goten said, setting down his drink and catching hold of Trunks' shoulders. He tensed even more at first, then forced himself to try and relax a little. It was interrupted when the phone rang.
"Trunks, it's for you," Bulma said as she came downstairs. "Hi Goten. It's a girl," she teased.
"Very good gender identification skills, Kaa-san," Trunks said as he picked up the receiver. "Mushi mushi?"
Bulma made herself a quick cup of coffee as Goten made little kissy faces at Trunks and had pillows thrown at his head. Bulma kissed her son on the top of the head, not seeing the face he made, waved to Goten and left for the airport. Goten dropped his hand casually onto the other phone in the hall, and waited until Trunks just happened to sneeze to pick it up.
"'Scuse me," Trunks muttered. "I'm sorry, my mom distracted me. What were you going to say?"
"I was just wondering," the girl on the other end said, hesitating. "Would you like to go with me to that dance they're having at the community center next week?" She said it fast, in a rush, and Goten grinned and walked out into the living room with the cordless, nodding his head at Trunks and mouthing, "Say yes!"
Trunks glared at him, and finally said, "I'm sorry, no. I hadn't even planned to go; I'd have to see if my mom had anything planned that weekend to see if I have to watch my little sister, and I'd hate to disappoint you if I didn't. Sorry."
"It's... okay," the girl said in a bright voice. "I understand. Well, bye!"
Trunks hung up and Goten set the phone aside. "Lying! You shoulda gone; you mighta had fun!" he rested his fists on his hips and Trunks leaned over, tackling him around the knees and sending him crashing onto the couch. The two laughed and yelped and wrestled for a moment before they heard a "Hey!"
Goten was distracted; Trunks took the opportunity to flip him onto his back and sit on him, saying "That for listening on my phone calls. Yes, Tou-san?" Trunks crossed his arms and looked toward Vegeta.
"I'm leaving. I may be back next week, if your mother asks. Don't mess up the living room or I'll have to hear about it and you'll be sorry." Vegeta glared at his son for emphasis.
"Hai," Trunks agreed, wrestling Goten who was starting to fight back.
"Bai Vegeta-san! Have fun!" Goten waved a hand at him and grinned as he struggled. Vegeta 'hmph'ed and turned, and they heard the door slam closed a few moments later.
"Gerrofa-me!" Goten grunted, face buried into a pillow, as Trunks adjusted his position to keep him pinned. Goten fought free one limb at a time and Trunks left him be, grinning out of arms reach and crossing his legs as he sat on a pillow and caught his breath. "Seriously, why'd you say no?"
"Why do you think?" Trunks asked, leaning forward slightly with a frown at Goten. "She's... not my type." He shrugged. "I never even thought about liking her."
"Are you saying you thought about liking Naoko?" Goten grinned and ducked backward out of reach as Trunks swiped at him. He was then poked in the stomach where he was ticklish and bent forward where Trunks grabbed his hair and hauled him closer.
"Leave me and my love life alone!"
"Aw, c'mon, Trunks-kun," Goten said, extricating the hand from his hair. "I just worry about ya sometimes. You're so locked up, y'know? You don't have to be so serious all the time."
"If I were more like you, then who would be like me?" Trunks pointed out reasonably. "Besides, then you wouldn't have anyone to copy algebra homework from."
Goten's eyes widened and then narrowed in thought. "Hmm... well, start small. Go to that dance."
"I don't wanna go there." Trunks made a face. "There probably won't be anyone I know there; you know most of the seniors, well, the ones I hang around, don't go to that part of town."
"'Save it for the prom,' right?" Goten asked with a chuckle. "Well, tell you what. You get brave and ask Naoko to go with you."
"I dunno." Trunks turned away and looked about to go off somewhere.
"And I'll go too. I bet I could get a date easy enough and we can all four go."
That's you, Goten. Mister Popular... there's probably not a girl alive who wouldn't go with you. "Like who?"
"I don't know... that Paresu chick is always flirting with me..." Goten shrugged as he gave it some thought.
Yuck... Trunks tried to avoid making a face. "What if she says no?"
"Come on, Trunks! I've heard she's totally into you. But.... if you call and she says no, then you don't have to go."
Trunks frowned.
"I bet she will say yes!"
"Bet? Bet what? What'll you do if she doesn't?"
"I dunno..... If she says yes, I'll... " Goten's cute face screwed up in thought.
"Tell you what... if she says no, you reduce that fifty bucks I owe you to.. a favor. Somethin' simple." Trunks thought. "A massage, or extra homework, or something."
Goten brightened. "If she says yes, you reduce that hundred bucks I owe you to something."
"Alright." Trunks reached down and shook Goten's hand, then helped him up without letting go the grip. Goten ran over and picked up the phone, calling someone to ask for her number. When he found it, he turned to Trunks.
"Do... I have to ask?" Trunks asked, unwilling still.
Goten's jaw dropped. "Nani?"
"Well, it was your idea," he pointed out.
"For your sake, I will." Goten motioned Trunks to pick up the other line as he dialed. "I swear Trunks, you really need to relax and have fun some tim- Konbanwa! Is Naoko-san home?"
The phone was dropped as the person went to find her. She answered politely, and Trunks, listening, found himself slightly turned off of the idea by at the sound of her voice. Goten's voice brought back his attention as he asked.
"It's this Saturday, you know the one?"
"Oh, um.... I really don't think I can go," She said. "Was Trunks just shy? Well, tell him I said "arigatou," you know, for thinking of me." The phone clicked and Goten set it on the cradle, looking frankly shocked.
Trunks breathed a soft sigh where Goten wouldn't hear it. "Well, that's that."
"I'm sorry, Trunks..." Goten looked disappointed.
"I don't like her anyway. If you want, I can give you my algebra and my chemistry homework to look at Monday, or I can give you that massage right now." Trunks stood and waved a hand that it all didn't matter, although he had a lump in his throat at Goten's expression. "Don't worry about it, Goten."
Goten looked up at him from the floor amidst the strewn creme-colored cushions from the couch, and smiled after a moment. "Kay, I think I'll take the massage. Part of my punishment for my grade is I can't go train. So I'm really stiff."
"She's not letting you train? That could be really unhealthy for you," Trunks said with a frown.
"She won't go that far," Goten said with a dismissing gesture. "But still, I'm really hurting!"
Trunks laughed at his face, and told him, "Alright, go upstairs." Trunks turned the other way from him, and thought of his own room, then his parents', since his bed was pretty narrow. Well, they could smell the stuff... I'll change the sheets.
Trunks pulled back the comforter from his parents' bed and tossed it aside. Satin sheets? Do I want to know? Wonder if Goten will think I'm coming onto him... Trunks dismissed it as the thought made him shiver slightly. He went to get massage oil from his own room, and found Goten coming up the hall. "Come on."
"Why here?" Goten asked, wide-eyed, innocent expression.
"We'd fall off my bed before we were done," Trunks said with a snort.
Goten shivered and then grinned. "That sounds wrong..."
Wrong-good or Wrong-bad? "Uh, anyway, take off your shirt."
Goten did so without comment, and Trunks motioned him onto the bed. He found his face feeling warm, and tried to shake it off. Goten settled on his stomach, and scratched at the sheets with his fingernails. "Do I want to know?"
"Probably not," Trunks told him realistically. He moved onto the bed on his knees, and took a breath. Com'mon, it's not like you're seducing him... are you? "Hot or cold?"
Goten thought. "Whatever."
"Relax," Trunks said, deciding it was good the way it was. Goten let out a sigh, and Trunks spread some of the oil on his hands, glad it wasn't greasy. Not sure if it was enough or not, Trunks rested his hands on Goten's back.
"And do it right!" Goten told him imperiously. He usually loved opportunities to boss Trunks around.
"Is you telling me what to do part of that fifty bucks?"
"Yeah... but now I owe you fifty bucks and a massage," Goten said, pausing for breath as Trunks' fingers dug into his back.
"Like I haven't got fifty bucks. Keep the money and give me the massage." Trunks found himself chuckling. Goten sighed as Trunks' hands kneaded the muscles of his back, relaxing. Trunks was glad he hadn't used more massage oil, as a little went a long way. It was a familiar action, though Trunks himself hadn't given too many massages, because of how sore recuperating muscles could be. He and Goten had helped each other in various types of physical therapy before, usually from injuries they'd given each other.
Goten wasn't quite purring, but his breathing was heavy. "You're better at this than I give you credit for... but you're missing spots," Goten told him. When Trunks asked where, he jerked his head to the other side, eyes closed.
Trunks bit his lip lightly and moved to throw one leg across the back of the younger teen's thighs. Goten's eyes opened, looking off to the side, but Trunks was silent and readjusted his hands to match his new position. Onyx eyes soon slipped closed again. Trunks concentrated on the form beneath his; compact, muscular and strong without being bulky, and if he hadn't been so "buff" he would be called slender.
When he hit a sore spot, Goten would hiss slightly, twisting into his touch, and Trunks' face grew hot as he watched. He dug his fingers in hard when he found such a spot, and Goten's face twisted on just the edge of pain. "Too hard?"
"No!" Goten sighed as his hands moved on. "Perfect."
Trunks worked upward to his shoulders, going along to his upper arms briefly, and then returned to his back to work downward. Goten made a little sound of contentment every once in a while, pulling the sheet up into a pillow of sorts. "You need more of that stuff," Goten murmured after a moment or so.
"It doesn't smell too strong to you? I can't stand having this stuff on in my room; it clogs my nose almost." Trunks wasn't even sure Goten heard him at first, until he mumbled, "It's fine."
Trunks left one hand on his lower back as he reached aside. Goten had been playing with the container for something to look at, and it was quite a reach. Trunks stretched out one arm and snagged it with his fingertips, just beginning to drag it toward him when Goten suddenly moaned deeply beneath him.
Trunks' gaze shot to him, the sound making him shudder slightly. He glanced down at Goten; hands were fisted in the soft sheets, and as Trunks' hand moved, slower now, Goten twisted and rubbed himself into the bed. Trunks flushed deeply when he realized where his hand was.
"I'm-I'm sorry, I wasn't looking-" Trunks pulled his hand up from the small of his friend's back, moving it up. Goten's wide-open eyes were slightly glazed, shivering slightly as he was touched. After a moment his breathing caught up with him.
Trunks bit his lip, cursing himself for forgetting about the tail scar. Trunks kept his hands high as he reached for the oil again, dragging it closer to him and scooping out a little more of the stuff, trying to continue. Goten's hands were white-knuckled, but he was silent, and his fists slowly uncurled. Trunks hadn't figured it out at first, but he thought again of how Goten had shifted against the bed.
Oh my god! Trunks' mind screamed at him all of a sudden, and he started to feel really uncomfortable. I'll just finish, and-
"Lower," Goten said suddenly. Trunks' gaze moved to his face, which was nearly normal again. "Still hurts."
Trunks gulped, and forced himself to do as Goten had said. He noticed the other's eyes were still a little large, but in the dimming light from the window, his color had just returned to normal. "Lower," Goten said again, his voice sounding thicker.
The other demi-saiyan hesitated, moved his hands to skirt that region.
"Lower."
Trunks knew his hands were in the same place, but Goten showed little reaction of it. His eyes closed, and his body lay somewhere between truly tense and relaxed. Trunks let his fingers dig deeper into the skin, but Goten's brow merely furrowed a little more. Trunks could see his hands unconsciously gripping the sheets again, and his breathing was too deep, like he was forcing it. Trunks frowned.
"You still feel really tense, Go-chan," Trunks said, and gripped his lower back tightly, squeezing so tightly he almost hurt his own hands. Goten gasped soundlessly, leaving no doubt. Trunks leaned down toward him, arching forward. Why? Do you just like the feeling, or...? Trunks found his face almost buried in Goten's hair, and he inhaled softly, catching the mingled scent of shampoo and Goten that clung to him.
Trunks' face was pressed into his neck, trying to ignore the fact that Goten's earlier cry had aroused him. He's my best friend for christ's sake- Goten opened his eyes, barely seeming to notice anything around him, until Trunks' tongue darted out and traced a path along the back of his neck, down to the nape, tasting salty skin and the finest sweat. What am I doing?
Goten tensed beneath him, mouth forming his name, but only the barest sound coming out. Trunks brought himself up onto his knees and turned Goten slightly beneath him, not allowing either of them any time to think about it-
His mouth pressed to Goten's. Not roughly, but he coaxed Goten's mouth open, (it might have been shock,) and moved his tongue inside of his mouth, letting it brush along the other's. Goten gasped slightly and shifted beneath him, and his mouth opened wider with it. Trunks pressed his mouth tighter against Goten's and moved as far into him as he could manage, tongue moving to stroke everything in reach, licking the inside of his mouth hastily, trying to be slow and coerce him into responding, but after a moment he realized Goten was doing well enough on his own.
Goten was actually responding to him, playing back with the kiss shyly, his breathing starting to speed slightly. Trunks' fingers brushed over the small of his back, making Goten shiver slightly before his hand dug in and Goten arched.
"Trunks-" Goten's mouth broke away as he struggled for a breath. Trunks eased off the grip slightly as he took Goten's mouth with his again, turning him the rest of the way over onto his back, straddling him. Goten looked up at him, eyes fluttering closed as the older teen pressed his head into the bed, mouth devouring his hungrily as he kissed the dark-haired one again.
Goten's hands moved up slightly, fingertips running along his back, moving to push lightly against his chest, then a little harder, but the touch was still negligible. Trunks reached up and caught his wrists, pushing them back gently to the bed and holding them against the silky texture of the sheets. Goten made a sound in his throat as he was kissed, and his chin moved up slowly, really starting to return it now.
Trunks' teeth caught at Goten's lower lip, nibbling gently as he opened his eyes. Goten's dark orbs were half-lidded, and seemed darker than they should be although they were always velvety dark. Trunks moved up slightly, and pressed his erection into Goten, finding that he too was hard. Trunks' heart skipped a beat as heat flooded his veins.
If you don't want this say something now-
Goten moaned softly against his mouth and his body arched into him as it had when Trunks had been giving him a massage. This is so much better... Trunks banished the thought as he felt Goten rub against him, slowly. Trunks allowed his hands to slide down from Goten's wrists, fingertips caressing soft warm pulse points. His hands ended up on the bed, supporting himself, and he moved his hips against the other's and tensed tighter as Goten's hands came up to grip his waist. Goten tugged at his shirt, and Trunks allowed it to be pulled off. Between kisses, Goten said his name in a whisper. Trunks prepared to be refused then, but Goten only said his name again and pulled him down against his chest.
Trunks murmured his name in return and kissed him, deeply, tongue sliding against his, and Goten's tongue competed, twisting around his and still letting him stroke sensitive flesh. Trunks reached a hand between them and let his thumb brush one of Goten's nipples, feeling it turn hard, like a pebble. His hand moved down further and slid the cloth belt out of the knot, pulling it away and sliding his hand down Goten's hip. Goten's eyes caught at his now, and Trunks paused to look into his face searchingly. Goten brought Trunks' face to his, kissing him again as the older teen rid him of the rest of his clothing and laid fully on him, feeling his blood pounding in his veins, wanting to get rid of the remainder of the cloth barriers between them. Trunks let his mouth move down, brushing beneath the younger teen's jaw, down to his neck, mouth fastening itself briefly to the sensitive junction of neck and shoulder, nipping softly at the skin as he did. His mouth moved down the smooth chest, stopping to tease both nipples with nips and his tongue. Goten made a rough sound in his throat and his hands moved down Trunks' back. His touch was gentle, insistant, and Trunks felt light-headed suddenly, his jeans feeling tight.
Trunks paused after his tongue had traced abdominal muscles, seeing the "innocent" look upon him once more. His eyes didn't break from that as he leaned down and took the head of his arousal into his mouth, tongue moving around it slowly, watching as Goten's jaw dropped while he panted for air, not breaking his eyes from what he could see Trunks doing to him.
Trunks closed his eyes, sucking lightly as his tongue swirled around him once, fingertips brushing along the rest of him, until he earned a moan from Goten by moving his mouth down suddenly, taking as much of him into his mouth as possible at once. Goten would have thrust upward, but just barely managed to catch himself in time to keep from cutting off the other's air. Trunks' throat tightened and he swallowed as he took Goten deeper into his mouth gradually, feeling the most heated shudder pass through him as Goten nudged the back of his throat. The younger teen was panting, hands pulling at the top sheet so that it slid from under them, brushing along Trunks' skin slowly. It only left him with goosebumps as he deep-throated his best friend. Best friend...
Goten's gasping grew louder and was filled with small moans and even whimpers. "Trunks," Goten said softly, hips thrusting up against his mouth. Trunks' eyes opened to see him, face pale and eyes closed tightly, lost in a world of his own vision and the pleasure he was experiencing. "God, don't stop..."
Trunks redoubled his efforts, feeling at last when Goten's body seized tightly and he was about to come. He at last did, and Trunks swallowed rapidly, unable to recall when he had ever tasted anything quite like Goten in his mouth. Goten's cries subsided gradually, and Trunks laid onto him, lips brushing his as Goten's chest heaved beneath him.
Goten opened his eyes, and let himself be kissed then, brow furrowing in something close to curiosity at that new flavor. The older teen moved a hand down his side in a gentle stroke that left Goten's skin tingling in the path. One finger slipped into him, slick and wet with massage oil. Goten gasped, tossing his head aside. Trunks pulled him back by the chin, mouth pressing deeply to his as something soft and hot sent tingles down his spine with its probing.
Goten's world suddenly exploded in silent color behind his eyes, accompanied by a symphony of his heartbeat, their breathing. Trunks' finger moved against a place that made Goten turn to jelly, weakly moving away as the pleasurable sensation threatened to overwhelm him. Trunks didn't allow him to move, and pressed to one thigh Goten could feel the other demi-saiyan against him, still achingly hard, still clothed.
After a moment Goten would have given anything if he weren't tortured by that sensation that came and went as Trunks desired. His mouth moved as if to beg, but there was no sound. His hands moved down, gripping Trunks' waist, until his questing fingers came upon the small scar on his back.
The purple-haired one arched into him with a hiss, forgetting about what he was doing for a moment as Goten sent a quiver of need through him with simple touches there, a jolt that raced along his spine and into his limbs, leaving even his fingertips buzzing. Trunks fumbled for the fastenings to his pants, unable to concentrate, much less see straight. Finally managing to rid himself of them, he turned back to Goten, involved in kissing him as he pulled the legs around his waist.
Goten cried out as Trunks entered him, unsure what he was feeling, but regardless of whether it was pain or pleasure, he wanted more. The other didn't have to be told before he was moving. As Goten grew used to the sensation, Trunks held the slightly smaller boy close, unable to stop a small moan as Goten's body tensed around him.
"Goten..." Trunks took a shuddering breath as his voice came out a growl. "You feel so good..."
Goten's eyes opened wide and looked at him breathlessly. He was forced to hold on tightly as Trunks thrust into him, hitting that sweet spot hidden in him, making Goten's eyes fly shut again as he felt himself filled over and over again. Everything went out of his mind, every thought about how he couldn't believe his best friend was making love to him, how he never would have guessed... even breathing seemed unimportant as he experienced a sensation he'd never dreamed of.
At long last, Trunks slammed into him one final time and came, and Goten shuddered at the feeling of the hot liquid that filled him. Goten was crushed beneath him as Trunks sank down onto him. Goten caught his breath first, and his hand moved of its own accord to touch the older demi-saiyan's face. His face was so like his father, maybe it was no wonder he'd seemed so dispassionate...
Trunks' eyes were slightly glazed as he opened them, but he blinked some life back into them as he looked at Goten. Trunks at once looked sheepish. "Didn't plan that..."
"Didn't you..?" Goten managed at last, looking up at him, feeling a little frozen in place.
Trunks barely blinked as he shook his head.
"You didn't plan it, but did you..." Goten licked his lips slowly, wishing he could raise his voice above a whisper. "Did you think about it?"
"Did I think about you, you mean?" Trunks asked, and dipped his head. "I'm sorry, Goten..."
He's apologizing? Goten blinked. "I... tried to say no. But I couldn't. Why, I wonder? Every time I tried I just begged for more..." Goten blushed a bright color. "I guess I don't know what to say."
"Goten..." Trunks reached for his face, hand stroking his cheek before he caught himself and pulled away. Trunks pulled part of the sheet with him as he moved, and Goten caught the other end, the two stuck at odds at opposite ends of the bed. "I shouldn't have."
"Why in the world didn't you ever tell me?" Goten asked softly, brows knitting as Trunks stole a glance at him before turning back to his hands.
"Do you think I would honestly say something like that to you? To answer your question, I did think about you... but I always knew there was no chance. So I tried not to. Think about it, that is." Trunks cleared his throat as he realized Goten was hanging on his words in shock. "I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that." Trunks looked over in surprise as Goten continued, "What's done is done and apologizing wouldn't change it." Trunks sighed deeply as he turned his face aside. "And... if I hadn't wanted it then I wouldn't have cooperated."
Goten was still blushing when Trunks' eyes snapped to him, the soft tone doing nothing to soften the words. "What are you saying?"
"I don't know... but..." Goten played with an edge of the sheet between his fingers as he stared down at it. "Could we try that again?" Trunks felt himself go pale and then flush in the same few seconds, and Goten continued indistinctly, "I've just never... and it was so-"
Trunks was over to him again before he could finish, one hand winding into his hair and bringing his mouth to meet his own, the other moving to brace himself as he lowered Goten onto the bed again.

Trunks woke abruptly. He turned his head, trying to read the clock, but his vision was so fuzzy he could only tell it was dark. There was movement next to him, and Trunks turned as Goten stretched in his sleep, catlike, and turned into him. His arm curled contentedly over Trunks and he remained asleep.
He was unable to believe that after all of the time he'd spent pushing away romantic thoughts of his best friend in the world, things would now turn out this way. As Trunks closed his eyes lazily, he soaked in the warmth of the smaller teen in his arms, recalling with satisfaction the easy way Goten's body responded to his touch.
Allowing himself the brief luxury of simply laying close to him for a moment, Trunks watched his face as he breathed deeply.
I have to admit it, even to myself if not to him; I'm in love with him. When the world didn't end as he made the confession to himself, he felt a bit stronger in his profession. I do. I have been. For.... Even he himself didn't know for how long, and after a moment he began to think of getting up.
Sometime during sleep he had thrown the sheet off, obviously preferring the feel of Goten's soft skin against his over a satin sheet. He located it as he rose, however, and pulled it over Goten, brushing a kiss against his cheek as he turned to go out.
A shower felt nice, and a comfortable change of clothes. But Trunks still thought between all this of what Goten would say when he woke. It was nearly sunrise, so Trunks put some type of food on to cook, setting it low as he knew his darling Goten would take his time getting up. He himself sat with a glass of water, feeling too energized for a stimulant like coffee.
Trunks eyed the window as he sat, seeing colors he hadn't really paid attention enough to see too often before. He remembered once when he and Goten were younger and had gone on a training trip. They stayed up late goofing off until they were too tired for sleep, and that time they had seen the sunrise. Trunks had never before had an unobstructed view, living in the city all of his life. Goten had been more used to it, slightly, and had grinned and watched Trunks instead of the sky, seeming as proud as if it had been "his" sunrise.
How could I not love him? In every memory that I ever care to think of, he's there. Trunks heard a violent airy sound, and realized it was the sound of a sneeze. He turned toward the kitchen door, and was unsurprised when it swung open to admit Goten, who stood in his clothes from the day before, still looking sleepy, with his scruffy-looking hair. A hand fisted in it as he saw Trunks sitting at the table, smoothing it some as it fell and Goten gave him a bit of a sheepish smile with a blush.
"Good morning," Trunks said, taking another drink of water.
Goten opened his mouth as if to reply, but his stomach growled and interrupted him. He chuckled self-consciously, and Trunks, who had his glass to his lips, pointed at the stove. Goten sat and wolfed down the food intended for him and a fair portion of the rest as well, but Trunks didn't particularly care. He slouched back in his chair and watched Goten, yawning occasionally.
Goten licked his lips and his fingers as he pushed his plate away. Trunks laughed to himself, but shook his head at Goten's questioning look.
Goten glanced at where his gaze turned to, taking a minute to watch the shifting purple clouds before he turned back. "Listen... Trunks?"
Trunks set down his glass with an audible thunk that made Goten jump slightly. "I know... forget it happened, right?" Trunks realized as he said it that that was the most reasonable conclusion he could draw. I mean, who would expect him to just like that-
"No," Goten said after a moment. "I don't think I could. I don't know if I want to."
Trunks was a little uncertain of what to say to that.
"I mean, I just never thought about... you and me, you know?"
Trunks nodded once, and Goten thought a bit before continuing.
"But... listen, you're my friend, and I don't think I could stand losing the only person who really understands me, like you do." Goten looked at him then, and Trunks was slightly taken aback. Even with how well he and Goten knew each other, it was quite often that Trunks underestimated him, often forgetting that Goten knew much more about social and emotional things, even intellectual things than he was letting on. He didn't even know it had occured to Goten to think about it.
"And I... from what everybody says, I'm supposed to be disgusted at the concept. But it's you, and I'm not. And I'd rather take the risk than try to forget it now. I don't want us to always be uncomfortable with each other."
Trunks' heart skipped a beat. He praised Kami, or Dende or anyone he could think of that he meant so much to Goten, and that his sensibilities were so clearly defined.
Trunks actually cracked a smile. "You hate unanswered questions, don't you, Chibi."
"You're damn straight!" Goten griped. "Unanswered questions mean more homework!" He propped his chin on his hand, and Trunks shook his head slightly.
"I don't know why you don't believe me when I tell you homework can be fun."
"'Cause it's not?" Goten said, in that 'duh' voice. "I dunno, maybe the kind of homework you're talking about would be."
Even Trunks was embarrassed at that one. But he put it aside, and at last he said only, "Okay, then." It didn't help his communication skills that his throat had gone dry. He raised his glass only to find it was empty.
Goten held up a hand and Trunks tossed him the glass. Goten leaned back holding the glass over one shoulder to get water from the dispenser in the refrigerator while opening the other door to rummage through; a system he'd worked out. When Goten came back with only a banana, Trunks knew he was thinking hard about it. Trunks accepted his water without comment and downed a good portion of it, glancing at Goten over the rim. He rose and put his glass in the washer and turned back, stopping to lean down near Goten.
"You lazy bum, go take a shower," Trunks told him. Goten jumped when he heard the voice right in his ear, but managed to calm himself.
"You're not very nice to me, considering," Goten said, looking up at him with a pout that made Trunks want to melt.
"You still smell spicy, go on. give me your clothes and I'll wash them." Trunks said this as Goten paused slightly. "Leave them in the bathroom, okay? I'll bring you a towel and get them."
Trunks went off somewhere until Goten had gotten up and went upstairs, then he started the washer and threw in a few other things that had to be washed, along with those sheets. Had Goten himself even noticed that he had frozen in place when Trunks had said that?
I can't believe him... he just shrugs and says, "what the hell." Is our relationship so important to him that he really would risk it breaking up badly? I guess if we tried to pretend it didn't happen, we would lose each other slowly. Trunks knew that he would not be able to stand it if that happened. He went up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom, taking Goten's clothes and leaving him a towel. Downstairs he grabbed a new magazine he noticed on the table and sat on top of the washer as he waited for it to finish.
"Hey!" Trunks was interrupted in the middle of the article by Goten's annoyed voice. He put his fingertip on the end of a paragraph and looked up.
"Some clothes here?" Goten was standing in his towel, dripping wet and glaring at him.
Trunks tried to hold laughter at his expression. "They're not done," he said, but hopped down anyway and read that the clothes were halfway through the rinse cycle. Figuring it was good enough, he threw them into the dryer.
Goten stood impatient as he waited, and Trunks looked at him in amusement. He tried to keep his gaze on the magazine as he found the view overly pleasing. After a moment a wet handprint was placed in the middle of the page he was on.
Trunks' eyes widened as he looked up at Goten. "And what do you think you were looking at?" Goten asked, and Trunks wasn't a hundred percent sure he was joking.
"You?" Trunks tried, and placed the sopping wet booklet aside.
"Oh. Just checking. And what do you intend to do about it?" He seemed genuinely curious now.
Trunks thought about that for a long moment, and he knew Goten could tell. He decided to play it safe: "Give you your clothes?"
Goten looked a little disappointed, to Trunks' eyes anyway, but he nodded and accepted his clothing. "Why?" Trunks asked, "What were you thinking I would say?"
Goten shrugged and escaped his gaze to change.

Bulma came back on that day in the afternoon, and she and Bra used the day to do "girl things" around the house. When the feather was run over his head by his mother and his sister lifted his feet from the coffee table to put them on a coaster, Trunks claimed he'd had enough and grabbed Goten by the arm as he left the room.
"I'm bored. Let's do something." Trunks stomped into his shoes by the door.
"Like what?" Goten asked, a little uncertainly.
"I don't care." Goten still paused. "What? What's wrong?"
"You would be seen with me like this?" Goten gestured down at his gi.
"Wear some of my clothes if you like then. I know you're not my size but close enough."
Trunks waited impatiently as Goten went upstairs and returned with a pair of jeans that Trunks hardly wore, having noticed they were too tight when a girl commented on his "assets" within his hearing. Goten had always been a little smaller than him, and it fit with the button-down shirt he had pulled from god knows where in Trunks' closet. Trunks waited until they were out of the house before he commented, "You look good."
"I'm on a roll then, aren't I?" Goten said slyly, and wouldn't explain what he meant by that. Trunks looked away as they both started to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Hell with this," Trunks said suddenly when they were passing beneath a tree with low branches. He grabbed Goten's hand and came around to block his path, and when a startled Goten bumped into his chest he found himself held there. Trunks leaned down and kissed him with no warning, and Goten froze before relaxing into the kiss.
"I don't always want to feel like somebody died when I'm around you. I know how hard this is, but-" Trunks shook his head, his brow furrowed slightly. Goten blinked at him, realigning himself to get used to this behavior.
"I'm sorry," Goten said.
"And I don't care what people say," Trunks insisted somewhat peevishly. Goten wasn't sure what to reply, he only smiled slightly and didn't protest as Trunks wouldn't relinquish his hand. Goten found he even didn't mind. It was a really nice day, and both of them were in a pretty good mood. Goten held onto his hand as they walked downtown, passing people who barely gave them a second glance.
They window-shopped a bit (male window shopping: look in window while continuing to walk, unless item in question is something they know they will buy.) and ended up at the arcade as they usually did when they fled their houses. Trunks finished his game and watched as Goten bested all takers on Bukujutsu. His psuedonym was on the top ten at least three times, and he added a fourth.
Goten turned to see Trunks leaning against the wall behind him, and when Goten turned away Trunks pushed himself from the wall. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were waiting."
"It's okay," Trunks said mildly, and Goten was slightly surprised. Before Trunks might have affected an annoyed air that Goten could see through anyway, but now he suggested lunch.
"Cool!" Goten said and followed eagerly, as they usually ate lunch at the pizza parlor. Just as they got their food there was a shout, someone saying Trunks' name. There was suddenly a group of people crowding in to sit with them. Trunks introduced Goten to those who didn't know him in short order, and Goten was uncomfortable to realize suddenly that they were surrounded by mostly girls; some of whom had their boyfriends with them but more wished for Trunks as a boyfriend. He ate without speaking unless someone spoke to him, which was unusual, and he could feel Trunks watching him, but he concentrated on his food. He looked up and found that Trunks had disappeared somewhere, but he pushed the thought aside and excused himself to go wash the pizza grease from his hands.
Just as he had entered the bathroom and stuck his hands under the faucet, he heard Trunks call his name.
"What are you doing in here, Tru-chan? Hiding?" Goten grinned to see him. Trunks only gestured to the window and jerked his head, saying "Let's get lost."