Ash Ketchum is drunk.
He realizes this as pair of hands that he faintly recognizes move down his body and a tongue that isn't supposed to be there! slides into his mouth oh-so-smoothly. He should know what's next, and he should know who this is, but he finds himself a bit fuzzy as he tries to recount how many times those hands have touched him ooh, yes, there, and how many times that tongue has slipped past his lips in a way that he finds he is all to happy to oblige.
He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he picks up on the barely masked scent of liquor and rum and cinnamon on the other. He thinks that this is okay, because he knows that scent and could tell it anywhere and oh god what are those hands doing to him? He barely registers the slight prick of pain and focuses instead of the surprising pleasure he feels as one, two, three fingers are slipped inside of him and oh god oh god Gar- and he loses it. All he knows is that the cinnamon wraps around him and envelops him as he is just taken, whimpering in pain as the two nervously shift around.
"Are you okay?" the voice-that-he-should-know asks, and he knows he should respond but he can't think of words right now, so he just nods, and he knows it's going to be okay. Of course, it hurts at first, and his bottom half feels a bit weird, but he thinks that he likes it, and maybe he could get used to this, when suddenly the room spins and he feels stars behind his eyes and all he knows is that he feels really good. He knows he's coming, and is surprised as he feels a strange wetness as a guttural moan escape him, and the face-that-kisses-him finishes inside and they lay back on the stained mattress, too tired to move.
"Was that okay?" he hears the voice ask, but he can barely hear it as he slips into sleep's waiting arms, enveloped by cinnamon and musk and love, and he thinks he nods as he falls asleep, though he might have imagined it. At last, he nods off, and the dreams come of red hair and green eyes, and he finds that it's okay with him. "G'night, Gar—"
"Night, Ash."
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The first thing he realizes when he wakes up is that huh, my room isn't this bright. The second thing he realizes is that there are arms wrapped around him where there should not be arms.
Jumping awake with a jerk, he hears a soft, "Ow…"
Oh god oh no oh no he thinks as he lays there, not looking up at the voice that he does recognize and the smell of cinnamon that he does remember.
"Wha…" the voice murmurs, half awake, and he feels the shifting as the person looks below him.
"Well, hello there, Ash."
"Uh…hi, Gary."
Fin.