Third Wheel

It's the last chapter...Time to go out on a high note!

Replying to reviews, for the last time! In this story, that is.

Lunamaru: Thanks! Glad I could make you laugh. Good luck with your vanilla ice cream...your description makes it sound yummy.

Isis: I do so love it when people appreciate my warped sense of humour. Read on for Goten's final conclusion...Also, regarding writing speed, it helps to have most of the story written before it ever touches the Internet XD. We'll see how fast I am with the next one, which I will be posting as I write it.

Veronica: You are too kind, m'dear. I tried to avoid too much of a plot, but one appears to have manifested itself in spite of me. Little bastard. May the Captcha gods smile hilariously on you again (you see, right there I just presupposed that you were going to review. Me and my ego).

Obviously, there will be no more chapters after this, which means that I don't get to respond to whatever things y'all have to say. That's saddening. I shall reply via email to everyone whose email I know. To anyone else: A preemptive thanks!


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Third Wheel Chapter 5: His plan
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Gohan and Trunks being broken up was a pain in Goten’s ass. Literally.

All he had wanted was to know what they had been doing at night! Now, he couldn’t even sit down, he was so sore. Every day Trunks was taking him, not being very gentle about it, either. Yesterday, the had done it six times! Then, after that, he would go home and every night he would find himself sharing a bed—and body heat and juices—with his brother.

Sure, maybe it was his fault that they had broken up, but seriously. They could stop taking it out on him for one day.

But they wouldn’t. So, Goten was determined to get them back together, whatever it took.

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Planning and plotting were not really his strong suit. Normally when Goten needed something worked out, he had two people he could go to for help: His brother and best friend. Of course, those were the two people he was trying to manipulate here, so he could hardly do that.

Which was probably why he was failing so dramatically in his endeavour to get them together again. He had decided that what they really needed to do was have some time together, so that the could talk. And maybe have sex, since they were both so friggin’ horny all the freaking time. Surely that would fix things. A sound plan.

Or so Goten had thought. Except it had consistently backfired on him for the last week. He had tried various avenues of getting them together, obviously without them knowing that the other was to be there: Asking them both to go to the same movie, getting them both to come out for lunch, even staging an overnight camping trip in what he had hoped would be a romantic recreation of their first time together.

But one or the other of them always backed out, or couldn’t make it, leaving Goten alone with whomever had shown up, who of course would take advantage of the added alone time. How was it that both of them could make scheming look so easy, but he couldn’t make it work for him?

But he couldn’t give up. His precious ability to sit down was at stake here. Not to mention his dignity and self respect and stuff. For today’s attempt, Goten decided to alter his strategy a bit.

He had called Trunks, asked him to come over right away. He had even made his voice all breathy and bothered-sounding, so his friend would get the wrong idea. Gohan was out somewhere at the moment, but would be back soon. Goten had left a note by the front door asking him to come to his room right away. He had put a little heart on the end of his name, hoping the extra incentive would convince his brother, as well.

And now he sat, positively trembling with impatience. Had he been shorter, his legs would have been swinging back and forth as he waited. He would have been pacing, but that would have left him wide open to all kinds of assault if one of his guests arrived too early. He preferred to stay sitting, to keep his butt in a defensible position, just in case it came to it. And it would, he was sure. He could only hope that both of them showed up at once.

No such luck, of course. A hard knock on the window announced the arrival of Trunks, who waved inside impatiently, beckoning Goten over.

Stupid! He had been keeping his window locked recently as a precautionary measure. Now he was going to have to get up. Goten took a breath and jumped from his chair—he had opted to avoid the softer bed; it would have been easier on his poor backside, but might have given his companions the wrong idea too quickly—and undid the stupid latch as fast as he could, diving back for his seat as the other boy climbed in.

The older’s mouth never moved, but he was laughing with his eyes. “What’s the matter?” He sat on the bed, pulling the window shut behind him before bending down to take his shoes off.

“Nothing! I just...uhh...didn’t want the chair to get cold.” He clutched the sides of the seat firmly, not intending to move from his spot.

“Mm-hm.” Kicking his shoes aside, Trunks stood and stretched. “You’re afraid of getting a cold butt? I don’t think you need to worry much about that.” The wicked grin that flashed Goten’s way was enough to make him want to cross his legs.

Mustering up his best ‘in charge’ tone, Goten said, “I-I want to talk to you about something...” Good. That was good. Even to his own ears he heard ‘I want you to undress me.’ Just perfect. Of course, Trunks would have heard that regardless, but did he really need any help?

While he was engaged in his thoughts, Trunks somehow managed to get right in front of him. Goten stopped mentally slapping himself when he realized that the other boy had put hands on his shoulders. “What is it, Goten?” He looked curious. And a little hungry, but that went without saying.

“Uh, well...it’s really important, and...” He gulped and tried to ignore his friend’s right hand, which had worked its way under the neck of Goten’s shirt, the left sliding down a rigid arm and somehow finding the waistband of his pants. “I think that you...” For mercy’s sake, what was taking Gohan so long? He should be home by now. The youngest boy was really hoping to get out of this without getting impaled again. “Um...I...don’t really...” If only Trunks would move his hands, and the rest of himself, away for just one second so he could think clearly!

“Have I ever told you that I love how good you are with words?” His evil friend purred, snaking the hand that was under Goten’s shirt around the back of his neck and drawing them closer together. “So cute.” He breathed onto Goten’s neck, lashing out quickly with his tongue. The other hand was complete hidden inside the pants, now.

“Watch it. That’s someone’s brother you’re talking about.” It was Gohan’s voice, speaking from the doorway as he eased the door shut with his foot.

Trunks froze, and Goten took the opportunity to scramble away from him—right off the chair. His disengagement from the other boy resulted in what would end up being another bruise—though at least this one wasn’t on his neck, or his hips—as he fell to the floor, banging his head on the stupid dresser on the way down, since it didn’t have enough sense to move. Why was there a dresser there, anyway?

Oh, right. Bedroom. It’s still dumb. He thought as he blinked all the pretty stars from his vision. “Who needs furniture, anyway?” Only then, as his sight cleared, did he become aware that he wasn’t by himself on the floor. Trunks was sitting beside him, appearing concerned, and his brother was crouched in front of him smiling vaguely. “Ahk!” He leaped to his feet, mentally thanking whoever had put the dresser there for him to grab on to.

“Are you okay, Goten?” Trunks asked, watching as though he might bolt at any moment. Which wasn’t far from the truth.

“He’s fine.” Gohan said, as always, with the easy assurance that just dared anything, even reality, to disagree with him.

This was it! Everything was going exactly as planned. Goten wanted to laugh maniacally, but then he might have to explain why. Plus, he was worried it would come out as more of a giggle, which would make him sound silly. In any case, they were finally in the same room! Sure, Trunks and Gohan were pointedly not looking at each other and keeping a purposeful distance apart, but those were just details.

So with the hard part done—with almost no molestation—on to phase two. “Hey! Wow, you’re both here. At the same time. What a coincidence.”

“Uh...Goten, you...” Trunks started slowly.

“So!” The youngest interrupted, clapping his hands together for added noise to drown out Trunks and his stupid need to point out the facts. “There must be stuff you guys want to talk about, right? I mean, just to get it out in the air? Might make you feel better?” He watched them both hopefully, and their indifference filled the air. “Come on!” Sweat broke out on Goten’s forehead. If this didn’t work...he would never have a moment’s rest for the rest of his life. “Isn’t there anything you want to say?”

The room was suffocated with the lack of answer for at least three days before Trunks finally looked sidelong and his ex-boyfriend and calmly said, “Cheater.”

“Hypocrite.” Gohan answered, returning the look.

“Pedophile.”

“Opportunist.”

“At least I haven’t committed incest!” Trunks raised his voice a little.

Gohan made a show of checking his fingernails for dirt. “There was no malice or forethought in what I did.”

“Oh, you’re damn right I’ve got some malice...”

“Okay!” Goten clapped his hands together, taking a chance by momentarily drawing both of their attention back to him. “So, I guess you guys want to be alone to work this out, so...I’ll just...go...” And he eased sideways toward the door, keeping his back to the wall at all times. “Good luck!” He called, slamming it behind him.

Safely out in the hallway, he let out a deep breath before doing a quick and silent victory dance. It had worked! Finally, things would be normal. He could go back to sleeping normally, and he could walk down a hallway again without being dragged into a room and undressed, and he’d be able to eat hot dogs again without having to endure thoughtful stares...

Speaking of food...all this scheming was hungry work. Goten needed a victory sandwich. Five minutes. That should be all, and then they’ll be having sex. Five minutes. Maybe ten, just to be safe.

So he went into the kitchen and rooted around in the fridge. Of course, one sandwich wasn’t enough, so he made two. But after that, there were only two slices of bread left, and everyone hated it when he left next to nothing in the cupboards, so in a gesture of good grace, he made a third sandwich to use the last of it. Hunting for that beef from the other night to put on it required him to move aside the noodles from lunch yesterday, which just seemed so neglected that he took them out to eat as well, then, since he needed something to go with the noodles, he found the chicken they had eaten for dinner a few days back, adding that to the table. Of course, chicken needed vegetables to go with it...

About a half hour and half the refrigerator later, Goten crept back to his room with a half-empty glass of milk to check on the Trunks and his brother, who were undoubtedly having monkey sex by now. Ha, monkey sex. Because they were Saiyans. He would have to write that down; but then, who would he tell it too?

He set the glass down behind him and put an ear to the door, but heard nothing. So, despite his better judgment (which, admittedly, was not something he used a lot), he cracked the door open and peered in. He had to know, after all, if it was safe yet.

They were naked, but not quite as far along in their sexual encounter as Goten had hoped. Gohan was sitting on the bed, and Trunks was on the floor sucking his dick. It was actually a little disappointing, in a way. All this time, and they had only gotten that far? How long was this going to take? Goten needed this room back at some point, thanks.

However, at least it was going. Trunks did something with his mouth that made Gohan suppress a groan, though his brother did clench his fists, balling up the clean sheets he had been forced to put on his bed that morning. Again. Deciding that this would be a good time to make a stealthy exit, Goten eased the door shut and took a step back.

And tripped over the stupid glass of milk, falling on his ass and kicking the door wide open in the process.

“Ow...” Rubbing his much-abused behind, Goten stood, wondering if it was still possible to make a silent getaway.

Coming face-to-face with a rather amused looking Trunks sort of killed that idea.

“Naughty, Goten. Spying on people.”

“No! I wasn’t!” Goten waved his hands around a lot to prove his innocence. “I was...I was eating lunch, and, uh...I got lost! And... and then...I...uh...tripped over the milk, because, uh...” His brilliantly composed monologue came crashing to a stop when Trunks grabbed his wrist.

“You’ve been doing a lot of naughty things lately, haven’t you? I think it’s about time you did some penance.”

“What’s that?” Only when then door closed behind him did Goten realize he had been pulled into the room. “Hey!”

“Goten,” His brother said suddenly, still sitting on the bed languidly—he didn't know what languidly meant, but he had heard Gohan use it a few times, and it seemed to fit here—with his legs apart. “Your clothes are all wet. You should get out of them and put them in the laundry, before the milk starts to smell bad.”

“Ah, uh...well, maybe I’ll just to take a shower, then, and...”

“Oh, just take ‘em off, Goten.” Trunks said, sounding like he always did when the younger boy wouldn’t go along with something that would get them in trouble. “We’ve seen it all before. Besides, why would you wanna wear wet clothes?”

He would rather have worn his brother’s Great Saiyaman outfit in public than be naked in that room right then, but there was no point in telling them that. Goten took a second to compose his thoughts, so they wouldn’t come out all disjointed and stilted again.

Unfortunately, he could only think one thing at a time, so when Trunks said, “Lift up your arms,” it didn’t occur to him not to do just that, allowing his shirt to be yanked over his head immediately.

“Hey!” But his pants were already down, too, thanks to Gohan, and Trunks lifted him bodily from the ground so his brother could disentangle Goten’s feet. “Gimme back my clothes!”

Gohan didn’t answer, instead crossing the room to very deliberately toss them in the laundry hamper by the door. Then, he went and resumed his position on the bed, his eyes fixed on his brother thoughtfully. Goten decided that he really didn’t need to know what the older half-Saiyan was thinking.

“So, Gohan and I have been talking...” Trunks said from behind Goten, startling him rather effectively.

“Uh...good?” That was what he had wanted them to do, right? But somehow Goten had the feeling that the two hadn’t been discussing what they had been supposed to. Perhaps it was the fact that Trunks had put hands on his shoulders and was slowly pushing him forwards, obviously for some nefarious reason, that made him think that.

“And we’ve decided,” Trunks continued, still inching him forward, “that by way of paying us back for trying to wreck our relationship, and then doin’ it with both of us for the whole last two weeks—you thought we wouldn’t figure that out, did you?—anyway, in order for us to forgive you for all of that, me and Gohan decided that we’re going to share you.”

What? It wasn’t his fault! Trunks and Gohan had been making him do all that stuff with them, and now they were blaming him! He opened his mouth to protest, but as he did, the end of the sentence suddenly struck his brain. “Share me?”

“Yeah, sharing.” Trunks suddenly pushed a tad too hard, overbalancing him and sending him to his knees. “You do know what sharing is, right? When you let other people use your stuff?”

“I know what...I’m not stuff!” It occurred to him that he should probably stop Trunks from pushing on his shoulders like that; now his head was slowly being forced down.

“Sure you’re not, Goten. Now why don’t you finish what I started with Gohan?”

“What...” It was at that precise moment that he realized where he had been being pushed. He was face-to, well, cock with Gohan. “Ah!” he tried to push backwards, but suddenly the hands on his shoulders were immovable, keeping him firmly in place.

“What’s the matter, little brother? It’s not like it’s your first time.” Gohan wasn’t actually laughing, technically. But Goten still heard it in his voice. “More like the hundred and first.”

“Not that many! Mph!” Trunks had taken the opportunity to give the back of his head a guided shove, moving his open mouth right onto Gohan.

How? He had carefully planned everything out so that this wouldn't happen. So how was it happening? And even worse than he had feared. How could his perfect plan backfire so fatally?

Experience told him, rather loudly, that there was no way he was going to get out of this now. Goten just had to hope that Trunks was telling the truth when he said that everything would be okay after this, and that they could all go back to their normal lives. Goten could have possession of his body back, and Trunks and his brother could have as much sex as they wanted...with each other. Where he didn't have to think about it.

Unfortunately, there was still the rather large problem at hand. Or rather, in mouth. Sighing through his nose, Goten decided that he'd better just get it over with as fast as he could; hopefully they'd get bored with him after a few minutes and abandon him.

So he started sucking. Goten liked to think that by now he was pretty good at it, just given how much he had learned recently. For example, he knew how to do this thing with his tongue that just made Gohan crazy. The other day, his brother had told him that he was better at it than Trunks, even.

A half-formed thought took place in the back of Goten's mind that this wasn't really something he wanted to be good at, but it was swiftly ejected by another, much more important realization: Something was poking into him from behind. And that never went well.

"Jeez, Goten, stop squirming already. Do you know how hard it is to do this when your movin' your butt all over the place like that?" Trunks removed the one finger he had used to penetrate his friend. "Gohan." He said, raising his voice a little. "I know you have lube in here somewhere. Where is it?"

"In the...drawer...the...Ah!" In an effort to keep Trunks away from the evil stuff, Goten redoubled his efforts, using all of his ill-gotten talents to stop his brother speaking.

He felt Trunks move away from his backside, and then he said, "In here? Oh, here it is." Damn, so much for that idea.

Seconds later, a now-slick finger re-entered his hole, sliding in easily all the way. It was immediately followed by another finger, and then another, and then...okay, was it really necessary to use four?

Trunks played with him for a minute, moving his hand all around and pushing it in as far as the palm, stretching Goten up nicely and eventually getting in as far as the base of his thumb. “That should be good, I guess.” Goten started to tell him off—he guessed? Just what was he making room for back there? He knew for a fact that Trunks wasn’t that big—but after trying to snark the first word he remembered that his mouth was full. Gohan put both hands on his head in response, pushing him even further down.

So, Trunks entered him without any argument, though it wouldn’t have mattered. The now-familiar presence inside of him didn’t hurt or anything, but it still wasn’t fun. Well, okay, Goten was willing to admit that the end result wasn’t too horrid, but it was humiliating in the meantime.

He was saved from having to think on his plight by Gohan, who decided to choke his poor little brother to death by shoving his head all the way down, and then shooting cum right into his throat.

Only after Gohan was finished was Goten allowed to come up for air, which he did, hacking and coughing. He had swallowed most of it, but the cum he hadn’t ended up splattered on Gohan. “You didn’t...” It was hard talk properly with Trunks shoving into him from behind. “Didn’t...have to shove...it down my throat...Gohan...”

Gohan patted him on the head. “You didn’t have to climb in my window, Goten.”

The younger half-Saiyan glared in what he hoped was a fierce and menacing way. Obviously he didn’t quite pull it off, judging by the way Gohan laughed. Then, he suddenly said, “You’re being awfully rude, Goten.”

“Huh?”

“Why haven’t you told Trunks what a good job he’s doing yet? He’s going to think you don’t appreciate all the work he’s doing for you.” The sheer ridiculousness of that statement made Goten want to laugh, but he thought that would send the wrong message. He settled for ignoring his brother. “Come on, Goten, be polite. Say thank you.”

Oh, no. Goten hated it when his brother did this. “No.”

“Goten.” Gohan slid off the bed and crouched until he was face-to-face with the boy. “You do realize, right, that you’re completely at our mercy right now?”

“Uh...” Well, that was bad, seeing as how neither of them had any.

“Good. Now do as you’re told.”

Now Goten was faced with a dilemma. He could continue to voice his actual opinions about these proceedings, suffer through it with dignity and pride. Or, he could do what they wanted and avoid invoking further ire, which it turn would likely prolong all of the things and he really wanted to end. If he kept from getting Trunks and Gohan madder at him, they would go easier on him. Maybe.

Basically, he was fucked if he did and fucked if he didn’t. Literally.

In the end, it wasn't that hard of a decision. "Fine. Gosh, Trunks, you're doing such a good job. Ngg!" His monotone hitched as Trunks hit that spot, the one that always made him think that maybe this all wasn't so bad after all. "Thanks." He tried to keep the unimpressed sound in his voice, but it came out all panty and strained.

"Oh, come on. Do a better job than that, Goten." Gohan leaned in and kissed him a couple of times. "I know you can do it." An almost automatic glance down proved that Gohan was hard again. Goten almost hoped he would want to have dick sucked again; at least then he wouldn't have to talk.

No such luck, though. Big brother was content just to sit there and smirk. Fine, then. Goten closed his eyes, his face heating up in anticipation of the embarrassment he was about to procure. "Don't stop, Trunks! I hope you never stop! It's so awesome! You're so great!" He tried to change the wording a little bit so that Gohan wouldn't notice he was plagiarizing from that porno flick that Goten had seen him watching one night. Some things were best kept secret. "You're so amazing, I can't even..." He paused, resisting the urge to bolt as Trunks came inside of him, filling him up with cum. "Way better than Gohan." He added, smiling at his own ingenuity.

"Oh, really?" And Goten was grabbed and inverted, so he was laying on his back with his legs where his head had just been. He had no time to figure out what had happened before Gohan pressed impatiently into him, penetrating him all the way in one stroke. The youngest found himself suddenly grateful for Trunks and his four fingers. "I'm going to make you take that back, Goten." His brother said, and began fucking him like a jackhammer.

Goten didn't even have a chance to yelp before Trunks was on top of him, stretching himself across the length of the younger boy, his dick pressing into Goten's mouth. "Hey, hold on! That...that was in...my butt..."

"I washed it off, Goten." The implied 'duh' was very loud at the end of the sentence. Goten realized that he probably should know by now that Trunks thought of everything. But still...

"With what? Ngmph!" He also should know by now not to open his mouth when someone was trying to stuff something in it. Well, too late now. He started sucking, wondering if they would be finished after this.

Gohan suddenly hit that evil spot inside him, making him yelp involuntarily around Trunks. A half second later, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt fingers on his own dick, holding lightly. "Goten, you haven't cum yet. You poor boy; I'll help you, don't worry." And then Trunks put his mouth over it and started sucking him back, the older boy's head brushing against Gohan's belly as they both worked on him.

He tried not too, but unfortunately biology couldn't be denied, and the overstimulation forced Goten to orgasm. He shouted—though it was muffled around presence in his mouth—and bucked his hips upwards as much as he could without really thinking about it. For a few seconds there, Goten had to admit that it probably was worth it. No wonder Gohan and Trunks both liked it so much when he sucked on them.

Trunks lifted his head when Goten was done, smiling. Well, Goten couldn't see his face, but he was. "Yummy, Goten." He tried his best to push further into Goten's mouth, but there was no further to go; he was in all the way. The younger vaguely wondered how it was that he could think straight, nevermind hold a conversation, with Goten doing his best to get him to cum (and by extension, get out of his mouth). He supposed it must just be experience, or something, because he could never so much as string three words together whenever he was being molested.

Speaking of conversation, Gohan paused in trying to stick his cock into Goten's stomach for just a second. "Hey, Trunks, give me a taste."

"Sorry, all gone."

"Greedy little bastard."

"You know where it is, Gohan. Get your own."

Gohan apparently didn't react to that, though he also didn't resume his thrusting. Goten couldn't help but think he was up to something. Because he always was.

He was unable to think on that further, as Trunks chose that moment to shoot into his mouth, filling him up with the taste of seed. He started to swallow so he wouldn't end up spitting it all over himself, but then heard the commanding voice of his big brother: "Keep it in your mouth, Goten." So he did, just knowing that Gohan would come up with some horrible punishment for him if he disobeyed.

As soon as Trunks finished emptying himself, he rolled off Goten and lay on the floor beside him. There was no rest for the victim, however. Gohan pulled him from the floor, still buried in his little brother, and kissed him hard, invading him mouth and getting out all the cum Trunks had put there. Goten kissed back before he realized what he was doing, putting his arms around Gohan. He tried to stop once he noticed he had done it, but it was too late. Even after it was all gone Gohan kept at it, resuming his thrusting and eventually coming deep inside, so hard that Goten wondered if his brother would be able to taste it in his mouth.

Finally, finally, after what must have been a half hour, Gohan broke apart from his brother and watched him pant. "See? Way better than Trunks, right?"

Absolutely yes, but there was no way Gohan needed to hear that from his mouth. "Nah, it was okay, but Trunks was still better." Goten mentally applauded himself that the whole sentence had come out intact for once.

“It was a damn good show, though.” His friend said, still lying on the floor. “Good try, Gohan.”

"Little shit." Gohan was laughing, though. "I'll just have to convince you." He was lifted up, just long enough to be spun around—and for some cum to leak out onto Gohan's lap—and placed back on his brother's cock, facing away from him now. Crap. Wasn’t there anything he could say to get out of this?

“Hold up.” Trunks sat up and glared at Gohan over Goten’s shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing? It’s my turn.”

“Well, yeah, but...uh...” Gohan’s hands tightened on his brother’s hips. “Share?”

“What?” Goten couldn’t help but ask, even though he knew he would hate the answer. Hadn’t they already been sharing? He just knew there was no way he was going to like whatever came next.

Ignoring him, Trunks looked to be considering this. “I guess.”

"Great." Gohan spread both of their legs apart and did something with his hips, and suddenly Goten felt a strange sense of overbalance, as though he would topple over any moment were it not for his brother's cock keeping him where he was. Just in case, Gohan wrapped his arms around Goten's torso to keep him steady. "Don't worry, little brother, you're going to like this a whole bunch."

He somehow doubted that immensely. No time to worry about it, though, since Trunks was right in front of him, looking like he'd just won the ice cream lottery.

"W-what are you gonna do, Trunks?" He tried to sound suspicious and intimidating, but of course it came out stuttered and underwhelming.

In answer, Trunks leaned in and kissed him. Not in the usual way, the 'take off your clothes' way, but somehow different, in a more 'I'm kissing you because I want to kiss you' way, like he had done the first time he had molested Goten. The younger had to admit, it wasn't bad, doing it like that.

And then Trunks proceeded to rip him in half. That's what it felt like, anyway; it hurt so much—even worse than the first time with Gohan—that it took Goten a minute to realize what was happening. He shook his head violently until he was no longer connected at the mouth to Trunks. "Ow!" He declared grandly.

"It'll get...better, Goten..." Trunks grunted, still inching inside.

"I don't want...it...to..." Wow, he'd thought it was hard to talk before. "Not enough...room. One of you...get out. Ah!" One more stab of pain and Trunks was all the way in.

"See, there's enough room." Gohan muttered in his ear. "You're very accommodating, Goten."

"I...hate you." The younger panted. "Both...of you." It was already hurting less, but there was certainly no reason why either of them should know that. Might give the wrong idea.

Not that they weren't going to get it anyway. "You're lying." Gohan sang.

"No..."

"Sure you are." Trunks kissed him on the cheek. "If you didn't want this, why haven't you stopped us yet?"

Because they wouldn't let him, that why! He started to say that, in a very loud and indignant voice, but Trunks cut him off by kissing him again, and then thrusting. Gohan followed suit, and soon Gohan couldn't have talked even if his mouth had been free.

It seemed to go on forever: Trunks, Gohan, Trunks, Gohan...on and on they took turns pounding into him. It really didn't hurt at all anymore. In fact, they kept hitting that stupid, mutinous spot inside him and sending shocks of pleasure up his body, so even as he was wishing they would just stop already, a growing part of him was thinking it wasn't such a bad situation after all.

For just one moment, his whole body agreed with Goten's evil half as his brother and best friend brought him over the edge and he came, squirting up against Trunks and his own belly, making a nice mess on them both.

Nobody but him seemed to notice this, as both of them just kept pumping him for all they were worth. One of them came—he was pretty sure it was Gohan—filling him up even more with cum but not even pausing in their movement. The other cock inside of him followed, until he was sure it was going to be leaking out of his butt for a week.

But neither of them even stopped. Goten had been certain that it would be over when they were finished and that they would just...leave, or something. Stupid Saiyan stamina, that was the problem here. Gohan and Trunks could do this for ages. And apparently they planned to.

Gohan, Trunks, Gohan, Trunks, Gohan...Trunks was still kissing him, stopping only at one point for a brief moment with his brother instead; when they broke off, Gohan turned Goten's head and kissed him instead for a minute while Trunks concentrated on giving him what would later be a hickey on his neck. Then Trunks took him mouth back and Gohan moved down on the other side of his neck to create some symmetry. Trunks, Gohan, Trunks, Gohan, Trunks...Both.

Everything in the world stopped moving for a while as they all came at once, their voices raising in a combined shout that doubtless startled everything with ears in a hundred miles, all pressing as close to each other as they could. Gohan and Trunks both pushed upwards inside him, deeper than ever, shooting with such force that it was a surprise that Goten didn't fly off like a bottlecap. The youngest himself was too busy to notice, he had never come this hard, or this long. His cum filled the tiny space between him and Trunks quickly, spurting out the sides and the bottom of their area of connected skin when it had nowhere else to go.

When it was over, Goten slumped—and he wasn't the only one. Trunks seemed like the only thing keeping him up was Goten, and even Gohan sagged perceptively. Finally, it was done.

Trunks pulled out of Goten and kissed him again, that nice kiss that Goten actually kind of liked. He broke away, looked into his friends eyes and said, "Thanks, Goten."

"Uh...you're welcome?" He was still a little bit dazed, actually. What was going on?

"Hey, Gohan!" Trunks stood, energetic as ever. And hard as ever. How? Now that he thought about it, Gohan was still inside him, and starting to move again. He was still hard too. Weren't they finished? Goten almost burst into tears. He was so tired.

"What?" His arms tightened around Goten again and he...

"I forgive you."

Gohan tensed. "Really?"

"Yep." Trunks was smirking again. What was he up too?

Without speaking, Gohan lifted his brother off of him all at once—the speed with which he went from full to empty made him make a sort of squeaking noise, which hopefully nobody heard—and set Goten down with all the cum leaking out of his butt into a puddle on the floor. Then Gohan kissed him, the same way as Trunks did, a kiss with no lust, no expectations...just a kiss. "Thanks, little brother."

"Y'r welcome..." Goten slurred. He was half-asleep. He hoped they would leave now so it wouldn't be rude when he conked out.

Gohan stepped away from him, turned to Trunks. The younger jumped up into his brother's arms, wrapping legs around his waist and kissing him. "I hope you don't have plans for the rest of the day." Gohan muttered.

"I do; they involve being in between you and a mattress."

"I think I can manage that." They started to move outside of his field of vision, and it was too hard to turn his head to follow them.

"Your bed's too far. Let's use Goten's."

"'Kay. Goten, you don't mind, right?"

"Nah, sure." It was too far to reach the bed anyway. Even though he would probably be stuck to the floor when he woke up from all the cum, he just scooted down and lay right there. "Have fun."

"Oh, we will. Don't worry about that." Trunks said as Gohan carried him over to the bed and the both toppled onto it.

"Trunks, stop talking so much. I have a better use for your mouth right now..."

As he lay there on the floor, the sounds of the lovers' reunion growing more and more distant to his ears, Goten had one last thought: I did it. My plan worked. I am so smart.

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I'm hungry.

This utterly normal thought occurred to Goten just as he was buttoning up the front of his pants. A glance at his clock proved why: It was almost two hours since he had last eaten anything.

He grabbed the tissue he had used to clean himself up and tossed in the trash, pausing to frown at his wall, from behind which were emanating the sounds of sex. Again. Or more like, still. Trunks had been staying at his place the last two weeks, after Gohan had convinced Bulma and Vegeta that they wanted to join his own parents on some cruise thing around the world, or something. Theoretically, he was here because of Goten. Really, he and Gohan hadn’t stopped doing it since they had made up. They had actually been doing it while on the phone selling the vacation idea. Goten knew, because he’d been forced to evacuate the living room. Not that he was jealous, or anything, just annoyed. Did they have to be so loud?

Goten opened the door and strolled down the hallway, letting out an exasperated sigh as he saw his brother’s door was open. Again. Now that their relationship wasn’t a secret, they didn’t care what Goten saw.

And see he did, Gohan fucking Trunks like he was about to vanish, and Trunks laying there with his eyes open blindly, glazed over. There was a line of cum running down his cheek from his mouth. Realizing he was hard, Goten blushed and hurried on into the kitchen.

Well, of course he got hard seeing that. Who wouldn’t? It didn’t mean anything. Just like it didn’t mean anything that he had been dreaming about the two of them...with him...it had been a traumatic experience in his life! Of course he was flashing back to it. The orgasms when he woke up were just because he needed to get it all out of his system, that’s why. And it was totally reasonable that he found himself thinking about them when he jerked off, like just a few minutes ago. He was eleven! What other sexual reference point did he have? He just needed to get his hands on some porn, that was all.

Yeah.

Deciding that ice cream was the order of the hour, Goten opened the freezer. After a five-minute internal debate between chocolate and vanilla, he compromised with both and sat down with a huge bowl.

Right after he finished putting the whipped cream and hot sauce on it, his Gohan and Trunks utterly ruined his snack by walking into the room.

“Ooh, ice cream!” Trunks said, practically jumping on him from behind.

“Mine!” Although neither of them had so much as touched him in the last two weeks—his hickies had all disappeared and he could walk straight again and everything—, the urge to shrink away was strong. “Get your own.”

After a pointed look at the two empty containers on the counter, Trunks sat next to him and stared at the bowl. He was wearing nothing but a pair of Gohan’s boxer shorts, which were on the verge of falling off. “Gohan, I want some ice cream.” He said, sounding every inch the spoiled prince.

“Let me look.” Gohan strode over to the freezer, his loose sweatpants inching lower and lower with every step. Goten kept a close eye on him, just in case. He might be plotting something, or something. Yeah, that was it. Best to keep watch, just in case he was hiding something in those pants...oh, wait. Goten looked away hurriedly hoping the sudden heat in his face didn’t melt his snack, and found Trunks watching him with a grin. “There’s none left. Just steal some of Goten’s.”

“I’m right here, you know! Hey!” Trunks snatched the spoon from him and ate the first bite. Goten hadn’t even gotten any yet. “Give that back, you food-stealer!”

He did, and rose from his seat to join Goten’s brother at the fridge. They had some conversation, but Goten wasn’t really listening. He didn’t need to. Trunks was suggesting that they—surprise—go have sex, and Gohan was agreeing. The same conversation they’d had several times lately, Goten was sure. He scooped just the right amount onto his spoon, the perfect blend of chocolate, vanilla, whipped cream and sauce...most people didn’t know it, but there was a science to eating ice cream.

“You sure you don’t want to share?” When had Trunks sat beside him again?

“No!” And where had Gohan gone?

“What if we offered you something even better?” Oh, right behind him. Of course.

“You have fried chicken?” Well, maybe he would be willing to make a deal after all...

“No, something better.” Goten was suddenly hauled from his chair and tossed over his brother’s shoulder.

Crap. “Gohan! Put me down!” What did he want now?

“I’ve just realized, Goten. We’ve been ignoring you these last few weeks. That doesn’t really seem fair, does it Trunks?”

“No, not really. I mean, we’ve hardly spent any time with Goten since I got here, you know?” And the bastard was eating his ice cream, too.

“I’m okay!” Punching Gohan’s back wasn’t helping. Maybe if he kicked his feet too. “I like being ignored! Put me down!”

“Don’t be silly, little brother. It’s high time we included you again.” Shit! Damn, fuck, shit! If his mother knew he was thinking those words she’d nail his tongue to the wall, but he thought them anyway. “Let’s go to the bedroom...”

“No! No, for heaven’s sake! Put me down, Gohan! Help me! Somebody help me!” He was being carried out of the kitchen...

“Oh, Trunks? Bring the ice cream, would you?”

And that was the day Goten swore he would never be nosy again.

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End: Third Wheel
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I loved writing this story. I want to give a big THANKS to everyone who read, and another, separate THANKS to everyone who reviewed.

My next full-length story is a continuation of my previous oneshot, His teacher. It will be posted...eventually. I have a oneshot or two to get out of the way first.