Enough

Chapter 1

It took everything in him to hold his ground, to not move his head forward the few inches that remained between his lips and Goten's. If only Chichi had known how right she was when she had scolded them for falling asleep next to each other on the couch a few weeks ago... The memory of her tirade wasn't necessarily what held him back, even though the look on her face spoke volumes about how accepting she would be about such a... "situation". No, that wasn't what stopped him, he didn't really care about Chichi's temper tantrums. He did, however, care about what Goten thought, and that was enough to make him pull back, pretending to be adjusting in his sleep, turning on his other side just like the younger half-Saiyan beside him had a few moments ago. Trunks sighed and tried to relax his body, not wanting to wake his sleeping friend.

"Just enjoy what you've got," he told himself as he closed his eyes again, "don't push too far too fast, relax. Relax and take nice even breaths; just focus on his warmth next to you, his arm flung over you, and his breath on your neck..." Admittedly, if they had fallen asleep in the same position now that they had been in when Chichi scolded them, Goten's face would have been mere inches away from his currently hardening cock, but that was beside the point. Before Trunks could realize that laying there getting a hard-on while his best friend spooned him probably wasn't the greatest idea in the world, Goten woke up. Trunks froze, his whole body tensing when he felt Goten wake, then he cursed himself for the involuntary reaction. The slow, almost feline stretch that Goten gave was a purely Son trait, genetic or something...

"What's up?" Goten lazed, his eyes only half focused in the bright afternoon light.

Trunks sat up, not sure what to say, but thinking that if he could just feign needing to use the restroom nonchalantly enough, that might be his way out of this mortifying situation.

"Just gotta take a wiz..." he half muttered/mumbled, stretching a bit as he stood with his back still to Goten, and then ambled over to the bathroom. Once he closed the door behind him, he looked down to evaluate the situation. Getting caught like that had taken quite a bit of steam out of his appendage's new found pass-time. He decided to splash his face with some cold water just in case. He was hoping he was in the clear as long as he didn't go back out with any signs left of what had happened.

Goten may not have looked it, but he was very much paying attention to how Trunks reacted to his question. Even half asleep he felt Trunks' mind in conflict, and the way he had jerked back from him as he woke. They still fell asleep next to each other sometimes after a hard training session, waking up a tangle of blanket and limbs - Trunks moved around a lot in his sleep. "A growing boy needs his rest" is what his mom used to say when they were little... Although in the last few years, his mom had been getting on them about needing to "act their age" and "not wrestle on the floor like a pair of wild dogs". Goten stared at the ceiling while thinking about how he always slept better when he was close to Trunks, listened to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and stretched once again for good measure.

The last time they had passed out on the couch at his house, they had been playing video games for like, 14 hrs straight without really realizing it. His mom had been particularly enraged, working herself into a tizzy yelling at them. It seemed like her temper was getting worse and worse over the years, and her tirade ended with her screeching that they were lazy good for nothings just like his father, and throwing an X box controller so hard that it broke on the carpet. Dad had walked in on the last part of that one, and sent them outside before getting into it with her. He tried not to let any of the boys see them argue when it was really bad. Unfortunately though, with their half-Saiyan hearing, being outside didn't make much difference. It was after that particular incident that Goten noticed a dejected feeling settling around Trunks. He had tried to cheer his friend up by suggesting a swim, but the mood still lingered for the rest of that day.