Goten ran his hands gently down Trunks' body, caressing him. Goten pulled the other boy's hips back into his. Trunks turned his head slightly, and hesitantly brushed his lips against Goten's cheek. He met him just as cautiously, and their lips met. Their kiss was gentle and sweet, slow and tender. Slowly, Trunks turned chest to chest with Goten. The kiss broke, and they stood in the dark, foreheads touching, lips still slightly together, breathing softly. Goten placed a small kiss on his lips. Then, very quietly, a song began to play on the radio.

The Freshman.

Goten felt Trunks watching him. "Chibi...Do you think this is right?"

"Yes...Doesn't it feel right?"

"More right than anything else in this world."

Goten smiled and wrapped his arms more tightly around Trunks. He began to rock gently back and forth.

We were merely freshman.

Trunks reached up and ran his hands through Goten's black hair, sighing softly. Goten smiled in the darkness, and took Trunks' hand. He led Trunks to the bed. He sat down on the edge, pulling Trunks into his lap. Then he lay down, pulling Trunks on top of him. Trunks slid off of Goten and laid down beside him, head resting on Goten's warm shoulder. He breathed in Goten's fresh scent. Goten reached down and stroked Trunks' hair. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, until they fell asleep.