Third Wheel

Whew, this almost didn’t happen (I’m almost two hours late! There’s an obsessive compulsive frog that’s taken up residence in my brain and is jumping around right now shouting “Late, late, late!” And then I tried to post and fucked it all up and had to do it again, so now he’s calling me incompetent, too). But I hate to disappoint my loving fans, lol. So I found the time, just for all of you. Yeah, that’s why.

Actually, I have no misgivings about this chapter. Shit, that’s a bad sign if I ever saw one…


Replying...

Veronica: You’re in luck; I finished my massive list of things to do actually on time for once. So more smut for you! Really glad you like the last chapter. I think I mentioned the mini-crisis I had about posting it. Also, I’m sure you did it on purpose, but you utterly failed the alphabet. And, since I’m late, I get to respond to review #2 as well! Briefly, anyway, I’ll email you later: Thanks (again)! I’m glad you approve (enough to have needed to change your underwear XD). And I’m totally writing a story with that Captcha as a title, now.

Lunamaru: Glad I could make you laugh. XD. As for “Goten being caught in the middle...” Next chapter; should be fun, haha. Hope your auditions went well.

Isis: I agree; Goten is adorable. Hence the reason it’s him getting molested and not someone else, lol. More of that in this chapter!

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Third Wheel Chapter 4: His turn
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Although it had only been since yesterday, it felt like Trunks had been waiting for years for this moment.

It had been startlingly easy to convince Goten to come over to his place; his friend had sounded guilty on the phone, but had agreed readily to come by after Trunks chatted at him for a while, convincing him with his tone that he wasn't mad. Of course, even had he sounded angry, Goten would have come; Trunks could always talk him into anything.

A sound of his doorbell going off hardened Trunks immediately. Smiling in anticipation, he went to answer the door and greet his best friend.

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"Hey."

"Hey."

Both boys stood in the hallway, facing each other, not really knowing what to say. "So..." Goten finally began.

"Let's talk upstairs." Without waiting for an answer, Trunks led the way to his bedroom, trusting Goten to follow him. He did.

The door had hardly even closed when his friend burst out: "It's all my fault!"

"I know."

Goten didn't appear to hear him. "I didn't mean to do it, I swear. I just wanted to find out what you guys were doing, so I climbed in the window, and Gohan thought I was you, and maybe I kinda liked it but it totally wasn't on purpose! And it was all my fault because I didn't say anything and so he kept thinking I was you and then it just kept on going and..." He stopped and took a breath. "It was all my fault. Please don't be mad at Gohan."

Trunks approached his friend and pushed him playfully back a couple of steps. "I am mad at Gohan, Goten. But it's not 'cause he did it with you." He stepped forward a bit, invading Goten's personal space.

"You're not? But...but why, then?"

"I'm mad," He said, forcing Goten back another step, "because he couldn't tell the difference between me and you."

"I-it was dark..."

Trunks smiled. He was making the other boy nervous. Good. "Nevermind the fact that you probably had no idea what was happening," he advanced again, and Goten banged into the bed and fell onto it, "which should have been a big clue, since I haven't been a virgin since forever, nevermind that, I'm taller than you."

"Hey! Not that much! And I was laying down..."

"We're also built differently. I've got more muscle on me up here." He squeezed his biceps, leaning forward and doing the same to Goten.

"Do not." It was an automatic retort, just like when he had used to brag about being bigger when they were kids.

"Do to, see?" Trunks removed his shirt and displayed his chest. When Goten didn't take the hint, Trunks grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, then yanked his shirt over his head before he could react.

"Hey!" Goten grabbed futilely at the garment as Trunks tossed it across the room.

"What? What do you think you have that I haven't seen a zillion times, dummy?" He faked a double take. "'Cept maybe that." And pointed to the hickey that was adorning his neck. "My boyfriend give that to you?"

Goten turned red on cue and shuffled his feet, suddenly very interested in the carpet.

"Anyway, like I was saying, look. My arms are bigger than yours, and my shoulders are wider. And see, you got a longer neck than me."

"Well, it's not like he was measuring me or nothin'...Maybe Gohan just didn't notice."

"That's the problem. But even the important stuff, like..." He shoved his pants down and kicked them aside, leaving himself nude. "Like this. Yours is different. Come on, take 'em off so I can see."

Goten did so, reluctantly. Trunks supposed it was the scrutiny and circumstances that were making him uncomfortable more than any sense of modesty. He had wanted to keep his shirt because of the mark on his shoulder, but he had nothing to hide under his pants. The two of them had been naked together almost as much as they had been clothed, and the time in the tent on the older's birthday had been the last time they had done anything like that, but not the first.

"See? Mine's bigger." Just barely, but it was satisfying nonetheless.

"Just 'cause you're older." Goten grumbled.

"The point is," Trunks said, moving Goten's pants away with his foot, "that Gohan's had his hands, and mouth, all over my body plenty of times. He should know how to tell the difference between me and anyone else. So how come he didn't know that you weren't me?"

"Um...I don't know?" the younger replied meekly, probably not wanting to anger Trunks.

"Exactly. So, the only thing I can think is that you must have been so good, so mind-blowingly spectacular, that he didn't notice."

"Good? At what?" The confusion was back again, seeming as natural on Goten's face has his own nose. Trunks sighed. At one time he had thought that maybe his friend was just pretending to be completely oblivious to everything for some bizarre reason. He had since, however, come to the conclusion that it was impossible to fake whatever it was that seemed to dictate Goten's thought process.

"Nevermind." Trunks gritted. "I'll just find out for myself." And, ignoring the other boy's questioning look, he pushed Goten backwards onto the bed and allowed himself to fall on top of him.

"Hey, Trunks! What..." Goten struggled, but not much. He trusted his friend. That was stupid of him.

"You're not going to pretend you don't know what's happening, do you?" Trunks breathed onto Goten's face. "'Cause that would be real dumb."

"Okay, but...that...doesn't mean I want...you to keep going!" Talking seemed to be growing more difficult for poor Goten as he tried to writhe out from under Trunks, which served to make the older tighten his grip.

"I don't care." He gave the other a quick kiss on the mouth. "I just want..." another kiss, "what you gave to Gohan." He followed with another kiss, invading Goten's mouth, and letting one hand drift down to caress his thigh. "Is that too much to ask?"

"I...I guess not?" Goten still didn't sound quite sold on the idea, but he would go along with it. He always did. Besides, he didn't want Trunks to be mad at him anymore, naturally. He would do as he was told.

"Glad we're in agreement." Trunks hopped off of his friend and sat splay-legged next to him. "Come here."

Goten complied, looking anxious. He knew what was going to happen, of course, and obviously wasn't as excited about it as the older boy. He clearly thought about sitting next to Trunks, the way he eyed the relatively safe spot, but seemed to decide there was no point and plunked himself down in between the other's legs. "Whatd'ya wanna do first?" He mumbled resignedly.

Trunks flashed a smile. "Why don't you tell me what I taste like?"

Goten huffed, but compliantly bent over and took Trunks in one hand, holding his friend steady-as if he was going anywhere-and then, with only a little hesitation, parted his lips and slid them over the head of the older boy's organ.

Trunks let out a sigh of pleasure as warmth enveloped him. Goten let his mouth slide further down, taking about half of it in, but he seemed unwilling to go any further. At that point, he just froze, not doing much of anything, and it took Trunks a minute to realize that he didn't know what to do. Of course, the only time he had ever done this, the previous day with Gohan, his brother had done all the work.

"Aw, didn't Gohan at least show you how to do it?" He mocked.

"Mo." It was hard to sound resentful with a mouthful of cock, but Goten did a good job.

"Here, I'll help." Trunks put a hand on Goten's head and softly patted his hair, before unceremoniously shoving it further down.

"Frunf!" Goten tried not to gag and, thankfully, not to bite. He came close, though, and Trunks had a second where teeth brushed him and he thought this may have been a bad idea. Fortunately, there was no harm done, and he could continue his friend's education in one piece.

"You really should stop trying to talk, Goten. You sound dumb. Now, here's what you have to do. Just pretend like I'm a whole plate of noodles you're trying to swallow in one bit slurp, okay?"

Gohan's brother snorted through his nose, but obeyed, working his mouth into an motion reminiscent of swallowing, natural motion moving the rest of Trunks slowly into his mouth until he could go no further.

It turned out to be just the magic recipe the older boy needed. He had had a whole lesson half-planned, meaning to spend a while helping Goten understand the ins and outs of a good blowjob, but the minute the boy started to move his mouth, he lost the ability to think in clear patterns. This was easily as good as anything Gohan had ever done, despite the utter lack of experience his boyfriend's brother had demonstrated. Not that that was a bad thing, necessarily.

He leaned back, enjoying the pull Goten's mouth was exerting on what seemed like his whole abdomen. For all that he didn't want to do it, the younger was really going at it, trying his damndest to finish off his friend. It may have been done unwittingly, but Trunks' thrill increased with every 'swallow,' until it was so much, he just couldn't...

For one moment, all the things that made Trunks human, senses, thought, his concept of self...all vanished, except for the earth-moving force that was orgasm. Not actually the best orgasm he'd ever had, that still belonged to the first time Gohan had been inside him, but this was a close second.

"Wow, Goten. That was way better than I was expecting. Good job." Trunks said, in the manner of one speaking to a puppy. He even patted his friend on the head as he lifted himself up. "You even swallowed it all."

Seeming not to know what else to say, Goten settled for a quiet "Thanks," as he cast a furtive glance at his discarded pants on the floor. "Trunks, I have to go home now, I-" He was effectively cut off by the older boy jumping him, pressing their lips together even as he pinned the younger to the bed.

He disengaged to say, "But there's something else I want to do first. You can't leave yet."

"Oh, but Trunks..."

"Hey, it's not just Gohan I'm mad at, you know. You owe me big time, buddy. You cost me a boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, but..."

"So, you're just gonna have to replace him until I can find another one."

A sort of whimpering noise was the only reply.

"Glad that's settled." Trunks got off Goten and spread the younger's legs, sitting between them for position. He paused for a moment, just looking at his friend. He really was quite something to look at, his smooth skin, angelic face, all just small enough to fit neatly underneath him...he really was just something else. The way he was so eager to make everyone else happy, his overblown innocence about absolutely everything... Trunks allowed himself to wonder, just for a moment, what might have happened if Goten hadn't fallen asleep that night in their tent...but it was too late now. He needed to work with the present, not the past. Aligning himself, Trunks pushed inside his best friend's suddenly much-used entrance in one motion, without warning.

"Gah! Ow, Trunks, ow! What are you doing?" Goten flailed his legs and tried to push himself away, but was rebuffed by hands grabbing his hips.

"Uh...You're not being serious, right? 'Cause, I think if you really thought hard about it, you'd be able to guess what I'm doing."

"That's not what I meant! You could have told me what you were gonna do!" The squirming stopped as Goten gave up resisting. It had, after all, already happened. "And you didn't have to be so rough."

"But this way, it's too late for you to say no, so I don't have to convince you. You were gonna do what I wanted anyway." Plus, he wasn't feeling particularly inclined to be gentle with the younger boy. He should still have been stretched enough from Gohan's ministrations to accommodate the small size of Trunks, which was helped by being wet already. He would be fine.

Trunks pulled out, and then pushed back in, hard. Goten groaned. "Trunks...stop..."

"You're saying that, but your body's givin' you away, Goten." He reached down and grabbed hold of the rock hard erection his friend was sporting, rubbing it a little.

"No, that's...not what I...meant...ah!" Goten's whole body went rigid as his rod swelled in the hand that held it. Trunks stopped moving for the time it took his friend to shoot his load all up his body, the first shot hitting his chin.

"That's rude, Goten. I'm not even kinda finished, you know." Trunks said, after giving the other boy a minute to recover.

"Heh...sorry." He flashed Trunks a tired smile, and the older boy just about melted on the spot. He was just so cute. Probably a good thing he had let Gohan go first, otherwise Trunks wouldn't have been willing to share Goten with his brother. Acting on impulse, he leaned up and kissed his friend lightly on the mouth.

"What was that for?" Goten asked as he pulled back. There was no suspicion in his eyes, but he must have been wondering where the trap was.

"Nothin'. I just wanted to do that for a long time." Trunks reached up and brushed Goten's bangs out of his eyes. "Now, back to business!"

Goten rolled his eyes and pressed his head deeper into the mattress, but said nothing. Trunks smiled and continued the very important work of pounding his friend until he could make himself believe that they were both parts of one body. Again.

When he finished a few minutes later, shooting deep inside Goten with such force that the last of it splashed out onto the sheets, Trunks pulled himself out and allowed himself to collapse beside the younger boy. Both lay there panting for the moment, side-by-side, staring at the ceiling. Then Trunks got up on one elbow to regard his friend.

"You know, Goten," he said, idly running a finger through the mess on his chest, drawing lines around his nipples and up and down his breastbone, "I think that you screwing around with Gohan was the best thing that ever happened to me."

Goten stuck his tongue out. Then, sitting up abruptly, he said, "I gotta go home now."

"'Kay. Come back tomorrow?"

Dismay coloured Goten's face for just a minute, quickly replaced by that resigned look again. "Sure, I guess." He sighed. Looking down at himself, he said, "I can't go home like this. I gotta use your shower."

"Sure." Trunks gestured to the door; the bathroom was right across the hall. Goten gathered up his clothes and crossed to the door, peering out to make sure he wasn't going to be spotted before boldly dashing across to the other room and slamming the door.

Trunks chuckled as he stood and crossed to the door himself, leaning in on the frame. Goten had left his door open. He wasn't worried, since he knew there was nobody home but them, and he smiled in anticipation of the next few weeks, watching the door his poor little friend had gone behind. He should have done this ages ago.

Actually...they were home by themselves, and tomorrow was a long way off...Who knew how much time they would have, anyway? They might end up finishing early, or something. Best to make the most of the time they did have. Too bad Goten had never locked a door in his life, Trunks thought as he crossed the hall and slowly turned the handle. That was practically like an invitation, right?

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Next chapter: Schemes are made and plans come to fruition. Find out how it all ends up!

You know what I just realized? I really overuse the ellipsis, or so it seems, after I had to go back and fix all of them because they got all fucked up at some point in the formatting process. Oh, woe is me...

I might just ratchet up the suspense by not posting next week…making you all wait for…gasp! Two whole weeks! Mwahaha! Actually, two Sundays from now is Valentine’s Day. Yeah, that works. Unless I can whip up someone more suitable to the occasion, Chapter 5 won't be getting anywhere near the 'net until the 14th of February. And if I can whip up something more suitable...I might just post Chapter 5 the week after that, instead, lol. You may now throw things at me.