Third Wheel

I’m actually not entirely satisfied with this chapter, for some reason. Hm. I mean, I don’t hate it or anything, but something just doesn’t seem quite right about it. I don't think I've proofread it enough. Oh, well, too late now. Sex ahoy!


Replies:

Isis: Haha, glad you liked Trunks. I kinda worried about how to portray his reaction without making it seem stupid. As for Goten, read on…

Veronica: I thought of something I forgot to say when I replied to you: Of course it’s all about the sex (after all, it was written by me, lol), but that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. :)


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Third Wheel Chapter 3: His front-row seat
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Trunks couldn’t quite convince his stomach to stop doing acrobatics as he slowly lowered himself from the air into a tree not too far from Goten’s window, flung open to catch the fresh air. Sure, it had been his idea, but how would he feel about actually watching it happen?

Well, it was too late for doubts now, he told himself. They had already planned everything that would need to be said back in the cave, after he had decided he was finished with Gohan for the time being. From here, he would be able to see and hear everything that happened.

Goten was currently sitting on his bed, fiddling with a toy airplane. Trunks got the impression he’d been there all day. Good. He heard a faint knock, and the boy in the room looked up. It was time, now.

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Even out in the tree, the silence indoors was making Trunks feel uncomfortable. Neither of the two brothers within had said so much as a word in the last ten minutes, ever since Goten had admitted Gohan into his room. They both just sat on the bed now, not looking at each other or talking, both trying to decide what to do. He didn’t know what exactly he had expected, something along the lines of Gohan coming in and jumping on his brother, maybe, but this certainly wasn’t it.

Finally, Gohan seemed to work up the nerve to speak. “So, uh…about last night…” Goten looked up but said nothing, so he continued. “I thought you were Trunks.”

“I guessed.”

There was some more intense silence, then Goten asked. “So, you and Trunks are…boyfriends, or what? For how long?”

“Yeah, since his birthday. Ah, well, maybe not anymore. He’s kinda mad at me right now.”

“His birthday was last week!”

“The one before that. When we took him camping?”

Ah, yes. Trunks certainly remembered that. His eleventh birthday, when he had been so eager to get himself off that he would have humped a tree if not for fear of splinters. He had dragged Goten to their tent early, his just pubescent mind sure he could talk the younger boy out of his pants. He had been determined, absolutely dead set, on getting his dick sucked that night, and no amount of logic was going to convince him otherwise. Everything had been going perfectly; they had both been naked, and Trunks was jerking Goten off, planning on bringing up his suggestion for a birthday present after his friend had finished, on the theory that Goten would be more open afterward. Only stupid Goten went and had his stupid orgasm and fallen straight asleep. So, frustrated, he had gone outside and found Gohan, who was still awake. One thing had led to another, and another, and finally Trunks got his present. Three times, actually, and then two more the next morning. Things had progressed naturally from there.

“Oh. So I guess he’s mad ‘cause of what we did?”

“Mm-hm.”

“…Sorry. It’s all my fault, isn’t it? If I just hadn’t been so nosy…but it wasn’t on purpose! I just really wanted to know what was going on, Gohan! I didn’t want to break you up! I didn’t even know you were going out!”

Wow. This was playing out almost word for word how he and Gohan had worked it out. Sometimes Trunks felt a little bad for his incredibly predictable friend. This was not one of those times.

“I’m gonna call him, and tell him what really happened. He’ll understand, I’m sure of it!”

“That’s not a good idea, Goten. I don’t think he’s going to want to talk to you, either.”

“But…he’s my best friend! He’ll listen to me, trust me!”

“No, really. He’s just as mad at you as he is at me.”

This simple statement seemed to utterly confuse Goten. “I just…why? It was totally an accident, I can just…”

“Was it really?” Gohan moved flawlessly onto stage two of the plan, shifting from apologetic to suspicious in an instant.

“W-what? Yeah, it was. You thought I was Trunks, and I…”

“Didn’t say anything to whole time. Why not, Goten? You could have opened your mouth, said one little thing. I’d have been embarrassed all to Hell, but at least I’d still have a boyfriend and you’d still be a virgin. So why?”

“I…I don’t know…” Goten stammered, taken aback at the sudden change in the conversation. From his perch in the tree, Trunks sniggered.

“Maybe,” Gohan said, feigning thoughtfulness, “maybe you liked it?” He put his hands on his brother’s shoulders and lowered the boy to his back, slowly climbing on top of him. “Maybe you wanted Trunks and I to break up, so you could have me all to yourself.” He drew closer and closer to his brother as he spoke, until their noses were touching by the end.

“No! I just…I just…wanted to…” He seemed to be having a hard time stringing words together all of the sudden, not that Trunks had ever found Goten to be a particularly eloquent speaker.

“Just wanted me to do this…” A quick kiss, “and this,” a deeper one, Trunks suspected there was tongue involved that time, “and then this…” Gohan started kissing down his brother’s neck, stopping only when he reached the collar of his shirt. He went to remove the offending garment, and was met with resistance from young hands.

“Hold on, stop. What are you doing?”

“The whole ‘I don’t understand what’s happening’ thing doesn’t fly anymore, Goten. I’m doing the same thing I did last night. You weren’t complaining then.”

“That was…different… Hey! Give that back!”

Gohan tossed the shirt he had yanked across the room and continued working his way down his brother’s chest. “No. It wasn’t different. I’m giving you what you want, see?”

“No!” It came out really high-pitched, Trunks wondered if it had anything to do with Gohan’s lips on his nipple. “Stop! Gohan!”

“Goten.” The older stopped for the moment, and Trunks saw—even though Goten probably didn’t notice—his hands drifting down to his brother’s waist. Vaguely, the boy in the tree was aware that his own hand had drifted downward at some point, as well.

“What?”

“Shut up.” Suddenly, Goten was holding himself up with his shoulders and his waist was above his head so his brother would have an easier time wrestling his pants off. “After last night, nobody’s going to believe that crap anymore.” He was speaking over his grunting brother to be heard. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want.”

“Yes you are, you big…Let go!” Goten was fighting a losing battle to stay dressed, the pants were inching incrementally down his thighs. Suddenly, they tore in the face of massive strength of the two, leaving the younger abruptly naked. Trunks nearly fell out of the tree laughing silently.

“Happy now, you big perv?” The boy pouted as he curled up, drawing his knees to his chest to cover himself. Since his brother was just sitting there, Gohan took the opportunity to undress himself as well. “What are you doing?”

“It’s a little hard to have sex if one person is still dressed, you know.” Stated, in Gohan’s unique way, as though it were the most obvious thing on the planet, and that you were stupid for not understanding it.

The look on Goten’s face as he processed this information was absolutely priceless; a perfect mix of incomprehension, disbelief and embarrassment. Trunks wished he was actually in the room and not thirty feet away in a tree, so he could have seen it more clearly. “What?” He shouted. “Hold on. No. That’s…no. I don’t want—“

“What you took so happily last night? I don’t care. You owe me, little brother.” Gohan, now nude and plainly more than ready, grabbed Goten’s ankles and yanked him onto his back, exposing everything, then crawled on top of him until their faces were almost touching again. Trunks didn’t need to see his face to know the hunger that must be alighting his eyes.

“Isn’t there…another way for me—“

“No.” He pulled them both into a sitting position, their dicks rubbing together as Goten was forced to sit on his brother’s lap. Trunks saw Gohan shudder. After the fun earlier, the older brother was ready to go at any second. The boy in the tree was actually rather surprised that it was taking as long as it was. Either Gohan had the world’s best self-control, or Trunks hadn’t tortured him thoroughly enough.

“Gohan…” Goten was clearly being affected by the contact as well, he had closed his eyes and was his whole body was tense; his face was bright red. “It’s…I feel…”

“Shh…I know.” There was a hand down there now, grabbing both shafts and rubbing them together for a bit, until Gohan released himself—with what must have been titanic effort—to focus solely on his brother.

All of Goten’s efforts to protest vanished like smoke as the older brother’s expert hands worked on him, drawing out what started as a series of slow moans and quickly turned into an exorbitant display of high-pitched yelps. Despite himself, Trunks flushed with embarrassment on behalf of his friend. He would never make that much noise. Never. Well, except for that one time when Gohan had used a platter of ice cubes in a multitude of inappropriate ways… But it hardly counted if the other person was cheating.

However, there was something he couldn’t deny. Notwithstanding the fact that he sounded like he was either being tortured, or even worse, like he was a virgin, Goten’s ballad to ecstasy was a damn turn-on. Trunks hadn’t really realized he was doing it, but he was stroking himself absently, suddenly triggering an orgasm that it took a great deal of work to keep quiet. As it was, he nearly fell out of the stupid tree.

Wiping his now sticky hand off on some nearby leaves, he regained his balance just in time to see Gohan pause, lean closer to his brother and mutter, “Goten, I want you to do something for me…”

“Wh-what?” Goten’s voice was a little husky, not a tone Trunks had ever heard emitting from his friend. He kind of liked it.

Unfortunately, Gohan decided to whisper his reply in his brother’s ear, meaning that even Trunks, with his excellent hearing, couldn’t make out what he said. Whatever it was promised to be a good show, however, since Goten flushed even deeper and tried feebly to back away. “No…no, I don’t…don’t…”

He didn’t need to see to know that Gohan’s magic hands had stopped working just then; Goten let out a small cry of what seemed like loss before the older spoke again. “What was that, Goten? I can’t quite hear you.”

“I said, I don’t…Ahh!” The start of the sentence held a conviction Goten rarely employed, but his voice dropped it as it rose an octave in response to Gohan’s hand. Trunks couldn’t decide whether to laugh or kill someone when he realized that the older half-Saiyan was using his strategy to coerce his brother: he was using his hands to talk Goten into something he wouldn’t want to do. He wondered vaguely if he should go down there and let him know that it wasn’t going to work.

“Please, Goten?” It was the most forceful ‘please’ Trunks had ever heard.

“Nnng…Okay, okay! Ahh!” Almost immediately after giving his ascent, Goten arched upwards and came, his seed squirting up onto his belly and chest in three impressive shots. Trunks gaped; not at that but at the fact that for Gohan, the strategy, his strategy, had worked. Fuming, he mentally added a few items to the list of things he planned on doing to Goten tomorrow.

Gohan released his brother’s shaft and patted him on the cheek, leaving a tiny bit of residue. “Good answer.” He raised himself onto his knees and crawled up Goten’s body until his waist was about level with the boy’s head, his swollen cock pressing against the younger face. “Open. And don’t bite.”

Goten raised his head a little and obeyed, opening his mouth just a tiny bit. Gohan gave him no choice but to open wider as he pushed himself in further, not really seeming to notice when his brother started gagging. He kept going until he apparently couldn’t, then pulled out and pushed in again, not roughly, which surprised Trunks. Surely he must have wanted to just let loose on his brother’s face, but clearly he was trying hard not to be too hard on Goten. The boy in the tree knew that he wouldn’t be so gentle in the same situation. Especially since the youngest half-Saiyan didn’t deserve it.

Either way, it didn’t take long for Gohan to finish, considering how his day had gone so far. He pulled back a bit, for a moment looking he was planning on removing himself from his brother, but thought better of it and pushed back in after Goten’s muffled yelp announced the first squirt. Sadly, he couldn’t go anywhere, and so was forced to allow more and more of his brother’s emissions fill him, until he had no choice but to swallow at least some of it or choke.

Finally, after what seemed to Trunks like a rather long time, Gohan finished and pulled himself out of the younger’s mouth, climbing off of him to sit beside his head. “Whew. That feels better.”

“Speak for yourself, you big jerk.” Goten grumbled sullenly after spitting out as much of the cum as he could. He wiped an arm across his mouth and glared at his brother.

“Too late to be mad now, little brother. You shouldn’t have asked for it if you didn’t want it.”

“I didn’t!”

Ignoring this, Gohan grabbed a shoulder and swiftly rolled Goten onto his belly. “Time to get ready for round two.”

“What? Hey!” But Gohan had already wet his fingers in his mouth and was working the first digit inside his brother’s entrance. “Gohan…” The boy whined.

“Did it hurt last night, Goten? When I was inside you?” Gohan asked, getting the rest of his finger inside.

“Y-yeah…” He said it so pitifully that Trunks almost felt bad for him. Almost.

“I’m sorry, little brother.” He had started with the second finger, inserting it slowly, giving Goten time to get used to it. “I’ll try to make sure it isn’t that bad this time.”

“I don’t want there to be a ‘this time.’” Goten muttered; but there was no conviction behind it. He was already resigned to the future, it seemed.

Gohan ignored that too, as well as the strained sound his brother made when he forced the third finger inside, a little faster now. He wasn’t quite as patient as he wanted to make himself out to be. He did finger the boy for a bit, working them in and out, spreading and stretching Goten until he was as close to ready as he would get. Then, he finally pulled his hand away and quickly moved to replace the fingers with his erection. “Ready, Goten?”

“Are you going to do it even if I say no?” It was a sin that he couldn’t see Goten’s face from where he was, but Trunks knew he was pouting.

“Yeah.” As if the fact that he started to ease himself in as he spoke wasn’t answer enough for the boy.

“Nnnnn…Gohaaaan.” Goten certainly didn’t sound like he was against the idea anymore. That was definitely a sentiment Trunks understood. He kind of wished he could see, though. All that was visible from his perspective was Gohan’s body.

His boyfriend solved that problem when, about halfway in, he suddenly grabbed Goten around his torso and somehow manoeuvred them both into a sitting position, with his brother in his lap. This new position provided the perfect view of the proceedings, with Goten facing him almost full-on. Of course, Gohan was cognitive of the fact that they had a spectator, so it was possible he was trying to put on a show for Trunks. How thoughtful of him. By accident or design, this caused Goten to fall the rest of the way onto his big brother’s shaft. “Ahh! Gohan!”

“Doesn’t that feel good, Goten?” Gohan cooed in his brother’s ear, casting a glance out the window at Trunks as he did so.

“Y-yeah.” His eyes were closed, his legs splayed over Gohan’s, and he was panting heavily. He was also standing fully at attention.

“See, I knew you liked it.” And he started rapidly bouncing his brother on his lap, proroguing further conversation.

Trunks wished he hadn’t wasted himself jerking off earlier. After all the fun he’d had with Gohan that morning, he was spent. Too damn bad, since this was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Including the time he’d dressed Gohan up in whipped cream and a dog leash.

Goten’s grunts and cries increased suddenly in pitch. He was close. Gohan stopped all of the sudden, and his brother made a whining noise. “Goten…” He sang, wrapping both arms around the boy to get closer. Or possibly to restrain him. “There’s something I want you to do.”

“Again?” Goten almost sounded like he wanted to cry.

“Don’t worry, it’s easy this time. Just answer a question.”

“O-okay…” The boy squirmed, but could go nowhere.

“Do you like having me fuck you like this?”

“No!” He sounded scandalized at the very thought.

“Oh, okay.” And Gohan started to slowly lift Goten from him, separating them. How he could bear to do that, Trunks didn’t know, not when he must have been positively ready to explode. “We can stop, then.”

To the youngest half-Saiyan’s credit, Gohan had pulled himself almost all the way out before his resolve broke. “No!”

“What’s that, Goten?” Gohan sounded for all the world like he was doing nothing less ordinary than taking a walk.

“Don’t…don’t stop. You don’t have to stop, Gohan.” He was trembling quite impressively, Trunks could see from his perch.

“Well, if you don’t want me to keep going, then…”

“I want you to!” The strangled shout didn’t sound like Goten at all.

“I knew it.” Gohan smiled viciously and sent another glance out the window. “Say please.”

“What?” It seemed the younger didn’t understand.

“I want you to say please, Goten. You’re supposed to say it when you’re asking for something, remember?”

"I'm not gonna—okay, okay!" It was funny how being moved half and inch could change your mind so quickly, Trunks thought. Goten muttered something scornful that may have been the word 'please,' but Trunks couldn't hear.

"What was that, Goten? I didn't hear you." Gohan was holding his brother perfectly still, not letting him move at all in either direction.

"I said please! Please! There, happy now?"

Apparently, he wasn't. "Please what?" Whoever thought Gohan was a nice person was bone-crushingly stupid, Trunks had always thought.

"Ugh, Gohan!" The younger half-Saiyan didn't sound like he could take much more. But Gohan said nothing, so he shouted, "Please fuck me, okay? I want to please finish fucking me!" He crossed his arms and pouted, adding more softly, "Pervert."

It really was amazing what you could make someone do when you dangled pleasure in front of them and then withheld it. Of course, Gohan himself was living proof of that. Just look at what Trunks had gotten him to do to his sweet, innocent eleven-year-old brother, using that same method.

“See, all you had to do was ask. How hard was that, Goten?” And all at once, the two brothers were connected at the hips again. Goten made a strange sort of gurgling noise in response.

And then suddenly it was over, for the younger brother, at least. He had been on the brink as it was, which was why Gohan’s sudden burst of sadism had found such an easy target, so when he was bounced just a few more times, he exploded. Gohan was forced to let go of his brother and throw his arms backwards to support them, as Goten arched backwards so violently that it pushed them both nearly flat on their backs. His legs, flung apart as they were, straightened, as every muscle in his body tensed with the sensation and glistening globs of white juice flew up from him in high archs, landing in splatters on his chest.

Through the whole thing, Trunks watched raptly and couldn’t help but think, He’s so cute. Because it really was. Goten was learning how to play with the big boys. Despite himself, Trunks got hard again, wishing that he could be down there to see him more clearly.

Goten finished, slumping into his brother like a bag of water, but Gohan remained rigid, his eyes closed as he continued to push himself lightly into the younger. It seemed Goten had pushed him over the edge as well. Then he too collapsed, and they both lay there, panting.

“See, Goten? It’s much better when you know what’s going on, huh?” No answer. “Goten?” Even from the tree Trunks could see that Goten was asleep. Of course. Trunks leapt from his perch and crossed over to the window.

“That looked like fun.” He commented as he approached.

“Even more than I thought.” Gohan sat, his brother rolling off of him to lay on the side of the bed. Trunks leaned on the windowsill and Gohan met him; they kissed deeply for just a moment before breaking apart.

“That’s all you’re gonna do? You only came twice, right?” The younger asked, casting a glance at Goten.

“Well, yeah, but...he’s sleeping.”

Poor Gohan. He really needed to develop that little mean streak more. It was really quite obvious that he was new at this. “You want to let him waste your whole turn sleeping? You only have him ‘til midnight, you know, then no touching until I’m done tomorrow.”

Gohan turned to regard his brother, fighting one of those internal battles that came with trying to be a nice person. Libido won out over kindheartedness in the end, though. “Hey, Goten. Goten, wake up!”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Smirking broadly at what he had created, Trunks took to the air and headed home. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

“Gohan? What...hey! No, wait, what’re you... Stop! Not again! No, stop! Gohan!”

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End Chapter
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Next chapter: Phase two of the plan. AKA: Trunks gets his turn.

Although Chapter 4 has been finished for weeks, I actually may not post it next week. It just depends on how the week itself goes; I may find myself with something more important to do next weekend. I’ll say in my profile on Friday or Saturday if I intend to post Sunday or not.