Am I the only person who thinks angst!fic is almost way to OOC for these two? I can see it, but whenever I read it, I can't feel it. And I usually love angst. Whatever, I guess I just love my dense and immature ten-year-olds too much. But since that would just be weird, I've made them six/fifteen in this. Somewhere between prepubescent and awkward wet dreams is what I was really aiming for.
Enjoy.
Gary was fully aware what a wet dream was. He knew it was something every boy-turning-man had to go through, he knew that he would have many after that stage, and he knew it started happening somewhere between the ages of eleven and fourteen.
What he didn't know, was that Ash Ketchum was not aware of any of these things, or had not experienced it in his fifteen years of life. So why the hell did he have to be around when it started happening, and even worse, in a tent secluded from Brock and the others. It was like Arceus was against his entire existence, or something, just liked to torment him and toy around with making him uncomfortable. He was sure almighty beings got bored sometimes, and when those times happened, they must have liked dinking around with Gary Oaks all around the region. Too bad he was the only one within the region at the moment.
Gary grabbed the edge of his blanket and rolled over with it, huffing an irritated sigh and willing himself to go deaf. It might have been nice if Ash was in possession of one of those moe-sounding man-voices, he could have pretended just a little then, but as it were, he sounded more like an agitated bear than a shotacon woman in a hentai mangazine. Gary cursed his rotten luck, wrapping the blanket around his head and twitching every time Ash made a sound that was bordering on the suspicious and full-blown awkward.
For once, he was glad he'd left his pack, which held his Pokeballs, outside for a change. He was sure he would never want to subject his partners to something like this.
A full, annoyingly tense, half an hour later and Gary was questioning his sanity, because Ash had finally stopped. He thanked and thanked the kind Arceus for giving him some rest, until his mind finally calculated what that should have meant to any male used to suffering from a wet dream in the middle of the night. His thoughts went from ThankyouThankyouThankyou, to OhdearGod, ew, in less than a moment. Now he had to dread knowing why Ash would need a change of underwear in the morning, and knowing that the boy's likely excuse would be from embarrassment rather than the actually truth.
Why, oh why, did he ever get marooned on this island? He wished a whirlpool would have gotten him instead.
Oh, haha, I really wish my attempt at humor paid off. If not, feel free to pick on me about it. I feel bad for doing it to Gary, but it's ohsofun.