Romance Evolving

After they had finished cleaning up from lunch, Trunks and Goten, regretfully, had to go their separate ways for a while. It had been a week since they'd seen their parents, and their mothers at least would be infuriated if they didn't come and "check in." And so, with their brothers and sisters-in-law smiling beatifically at them, they exchanged a deep passionate kiss in the doorway, reluctantly pulled away from each other, and flew off to their houses.

When they got there, they endured the usual barrage of maternal questions. Their answers varied between outright lies ("No, nothing really interesting happened") to cleverly disguised truths ("Oh yes, we had a great time").

All the while, of course, they were thinking only of one thing.

Make that, one person.

***

Once Chi-Chi appeared to finally be winding down, Goten spoke up again. "Um, Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can I go spend the night at Trunks's place?" he asked hopefully.

If she had been an explosive device, she would have gone off and taken most of the house with her. "What?! You just spent a whole week with Trunks! And we just got back yesterday!"

In response, he used a trick he had picked up from Trunks--he didn't say anything, simply slumped over softly in his seat, and put on the best disappointed look he could manage (though he didn't really have to act). After a few seconds, Chi-Chi relaxed and smiled a bit.

"All right, just go call and make sure it's OK."

"Thanks Mom!" he said, jumping up from his chair. She just light-heartedly waved him off as he almost ran to the telephone. He hurriedly dialed the number to Capsule Corp.'s personal line. Before the first ring had even finished, Trunks answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi!"

"Hi yourself," Trunks said, definitely amused. "I was just about to call you to ask if you could come over for the night."

Goten had to suppress a laugh. "That's what I'm calling about, so I assume the answer is yes."

***

He touched down at Capsule Corp's, front door less than half-an-hour later, half of that time having been spent packing. During the actual flight itself, he had been lost in a happy reverie. He walked inside, the security systems long ago having been programmed to recognize and admit him. He walked towards Trunks's room, so eagerly he was nearly jogging, along the way waving towards Bulma (who waved back) and Vegeta (who did not, instead greeting him by softly grunting).

When he got to the right door, before he could even knock it swung open, revealing Trunks's smiling face; he had obviously sensed the younger demi-Saiyan coming. "Hey, Goten."

"Hey." He walked in and tossed his overnight bag beside the bed. Trunks closed the door, locked it, and listened carefully for a few seconds. After it became obvious that no one would be coming along, he threw himself into Goten's open, eager arms. They pressed their lips together needily, kissing one another hungrily, their passion and desire like that of an addict who has been without their substance of choice for too long. After a few moments, they broke the kiss and immediately began to remove their clothes, hurriedly throwing them down into a pile on the floor. Once that was done, they resumed the kiss, wrapping their arms around each other, rubbing their naked bodies against one another.

They broke the kiss again, this time simply gazing deeply at one another. Trunks gently stroked Goten's face, and Goten rubbed his hands up and down Trunks's side. After a few seconds, Trunks slid into his bed, Goten coming in after him.

The older demi-Saiyan smiled. "I've been looking forward to this all week...making love in my bed..." Goten grinned back.

"So have I. What ARE the odds, I wonder?" He rolled on top of Trunks and they kissed again, rubbing their already stiff erections against one another. Their breaths began to escape in soft gasps of pleasure as they kept grinding, faster and rougher. Trunks reached down and softly began stroking Goten's cock. There was a moan of pleasure into his mouth, and then he let one out himself, feeling the gentle tightness of a hand around his balls.

"Mmm...please, more..." Trunks panted, and the words were barely out of his mouth when he felt Goten's grip tighten ever so slightly, and his other hand wrap around his cock...he moaned, and began stroking off his black-haired lover faster, now also lightly rolling his balls around in the palm of his other hand.

Almost simultaneously, their gazes met. For long moments, they hungrily devoured each other's eyes, their hands eagerly working one another's cock and balls. Their soft moans became loud groans, then shouts as they kept going, and then finally almost screams, as they climaxed within moments of each other, cum squirting onto their hands and the bedsheets. For several seconds, they lay back, breathing hard, their eyes closed, their hands clasping. This blissful moment was interrupted by footsteps, and a loud knock on the door. Bulma's voice pierced into the room.

"Boys! Turn the volume down on those video games!" As they heard her walk away, they laughed softly.

"Don't worry, Mom, I've found something a lot more fun than video games, and it helps keep me in shape, too," Trunks said under his breath. Goten laughed again, and wrapped his arms around his purple-haired lover.