Chapter 3
"All right, you two," Cynthia said from the library entrance, where she had ushered in Lucian and Aaron. "See you at nine. Study hard, now." And she shut the heavy doors. Her expedition was over, as were Bertha's and Flint's. Back to normal at the Foento castle -- except for the fact that Lucian had spent most of his weekend under the ministrations of Aaron's hands, and vice versa. Aaron had proved insatiable, driven by the vigor of his youth. And Lucian, who hadn't a lover since his college days, definitely appreciated every second.
"Finally." Aaron plopped his books onto the table and turned to Lucian, already seated in his favorite plush chair. Lucian glanced up from his novel to see the green-haired boy grinned mischievously, his comely face drawing closer.
"Not now," Lucian said, though he couldn't be stern with limpid eyes and soft lips so close to his. "You're supposed to--"
"Just to motivate me, sensei?" Aaron murmured, brushing back wavy lavender hair to kiss Lucian's neck.
"You're supposed to... get a reward... after... ahhn..." Lucian melted as Aaron nibbled him, teeth grazing a sensitive spot just under his ear. Already the boy's hands fell to his pants, fiddling with the button. Lucian grabbed them, tried to move them, but Aaron was too persistent. The fumbling hands brushing against his bulge made Lucian surrender.
"Sensei can't resist me," Aaron whispered in his ear, working the pants a few inches down Lucian's slim hips. "You're already so hard..." He petted him lightly, teasingly.
"You're terrible," Lucian rasped, cupping the boy's cheek.
Aaron smiled with relish, dropping to his knees suddenly. In a daze, Lucian lifted his head to see what he was doing -- dragging his tongue slowly along his exposed member. Lucian moaned and sank further into his chair as Aaron's lips enveloped him, sucking none too delicately, head bobbing up and down slowly.
He was vaguely aware of lifting an arm to pet Aaron, but it fell and gripped the chair's arm. A purr from the boy's throat vibrated lightly against him, while his warm, wet tongue slid around. Lucian's hips gave an involuntary spasm, a thrust into Aaron's mouth. He suckled harder, trying to hold Lucian down. The seconds of restraint did him in -- with a ragged gasp, he released his seed, worried for a moment that Aaron would recoil. But his fellow Elite made a sound of delight, lips locked firmly in place. Not until Lucian was done did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning at him.
Lucian pushed up his glasses with a shaky hand and welcomed Aaron back into his lap. "So... so good," he whispered, planting kisses all over his face.
"You're good." Aaron kissed him deeply. "I know you are. It's my turn now." He took Lucian's hand and held it to his erection, rubbing fervently against the palm.
Lucian chuckled. "I really think you need to start your work..." He nipped at his ear.
"Please?" Aaron tugged on Lucian's shirt. "You have to... I'll never be able to concentrate..."
"Then you'll work even harder." He smirked, the sight of his pupil, wanton and writhing on top of him, an utter thrill.
"Senseiii..." Aaron pulled Lucian's hands, as if to spur him to action. "Don't be mean, sensei... I want you so bad..."
Lucian purred at the words, reaching down slowly and squeezing the bulge in Aaron's pants. "Be good and finish your homework," he said, sliding his hand underneath the clothes. "And I'll... do what you did to me... afterwards." He blushed saying it.
"Haaa..." was all Aaron said in agreement. If he cared for Lucian's awkward phrasing, he didn't say so, caught up as he now was by a spontaneous handjob.
Lucian had never seen Aaron work so diligently through his texts, satisfied for the time being, motivated by a larger promise. It pleased Lucian to the core, the sheer deviancy of his new tutor-student relationship.
At eight-thirty, he checked over Aaron's completed trigonometry. "It's fine, right?" the boy asked, tugging on Lucian's arm. "I finished, that's all that matters. You owe me now."
Lucian flushed, adjusting his glasses. "I thought we'd save that for later..."
"I want to here." That full lip stuck out in an irresistible pout. "Like the first time... that was so hot." He pushed his homework to one side, seating himself in Lucian's lap.
"But... Cynthia will be back very soon." His arms slid naturally around Aaron's waist, though his eyes darted nervously to the locked doors.
"Not for a few more minutes. You promised." Aaron nuzzled Lucian's neck, kissing repeatedly.
The older man bit his lip hesitantly, his eyes falling to the wall of books. How thrilling that first time was, a wanton boy and a shelf of literature -- well, science texts. But books were books, Lucian's first love, and they had witnessed him take a bold move with his new one.
Lucian rose slowly to let Aaron slide off his lap. "Here."
"Mm?" The younger Elite gripped his hand as he led him to the bookshelf, backing him against it, smiling down at him, pushing up his glasses. Aaron had a grin on his face and that familiar anticipation in his wide green eyes which Lucian savored for a moment before kissing him.
Fondling an erection over old jeans was decidedly un-erotic, especially while Lucian had enjoyed the feel of his expensive slacks being pressed softly against his own body. But Aaron didn't seem to care for the difference, as he wriggled impatiently at the touch, pawing at Lucian's jacket. He unbuttoned it and tossed it over the back of a wooden chair, not about to drop it in a heap on the dirty floor, even in the heat of this moment.
"Sensei..." Aaron pleaded when Lucian slid down his jeans and boxers together. The older man nipped his soft neck before kneeling, a kiss at his navel. Tentatively he brushed his lips along Aaron's length, but this was no time to worry about whether or not he could do it. He licked slowly, clenched his eyes shut, and took Aaron's cock into his mouth.
The boy moaned none too softly, body tensed for a second, relaxing slowly, melting from the slow pleasure. Lucian sucked lightly at him, moving his head up and down as Aaron had done for him. It grew slicker with warm saliva, and throbbed ever so lightly. For a slender teenager, he was huge -- or maybe it seemed that way with the member in Lucian's mouth, obstructing his breaths, nearly causing him to gag. But Aaron's moans were a sweet, sweet reward.
"Ohh... Lucian... Lucian..." Aaron clutched his hair and thrust his hips in a slow rhythm. The psychic-type Elite reveled in his name being uttered this way, and doubled his efforts all for the sake of his eager lover, squeezing the base of the shaft to hold it upright, sucking faster. Aaron gasped, and a fast, hot spurt startled Lucian. Fortunately, he kept his pace, suppressing a shudder and forcing himself to enjoy the boy's ravished cries.
When he pulled back and swallowed and looked up, he saw Aaron grinning at him, small chest heaving. It made Lucian smile back, and he stood up shakily, giving his fellow Elite a deep kiss.
A dull chime from the library's grandfather clock announced the hour -- the time when Cynthia would promptly arrive. Lucian hurriedly grabbed his jacket, but Aaron laughed as he slowly pulled up his pants, not a concern in the world for his satisfied young mind.
If Lucian found it more difficult to concentrate on his reading and even his battles, Aaron managed the opposite. His father sent his compliments to Lucian as Aaron's tutor, and the Sinnoh League Association was most pleased with its newest Elite, the unexpected bug-type master who surprised and challenged trainers with his swift poison. Aaron glowed with pride, that teenage defiance slowly giving way to self-respect -- at least, as long as school wasn't the main topic of conversation.
One day the mail carrier and his delibird brought Aaron a package. He bolted from the kitchen with it, causing Lucian, Flint, and Bertha to give one another curious looks over their lunches. The youngest Elite returned after several minutes, his old jeans and t-shirt upgraded to brand new orange slacks and a sleeveless, zippered black vest with an orange hexagonal pattern.
"What do you think?" He turned at the waist, modeling.
Flint gave a low whistle, then chuckled. "Totally day-glo. Between that and your hair."
"Says the man in mustard yellow with the red clown wig," Aaron retorted, echoing what his mother must have said upon first seeing the wild afro. Bertha and Lucian both snickered.
"It's like a combee pattern, don't you think?" Aaron pulled at the bottom of his vest. "I thought I should start dressing the part... since I'm in the Elite Four."
"Very sharp." Bertha approved with a nod. "Suits you much better than those plain old things."
Aaron lit up, and his eyes passed over to Lucian, who made no secret of his designer suits, nor of his philosophy that image meant everything.
Later that afternoon, the psychic Elite visited Aaron's room to find the boy at his laptop, still in his new clothes. It felt like the most natural thing, to step into his room, sit down next to him on his bed.
"Hey." Aaron gave him a smile, though his fingers typed away.
Lucian wasn't looking at the laptop screen, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aaron minimize his chat windows. Well, private conversations were private. "You do look very nice," Lucian said. "I just wanted to come tell you that."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"What made you decide to change your look?"
Aaron shrugged, bringing up a window to type a fast response. "Felt like it, I guess. Like you said. We're Elites, we're on a different level. So I didn't want to dress like everyone else."
Lucian glowed. "Do I have that much of an influence?" He touched the back of Aaron's soft hair, petting him.
"I dunno..." he mumbled, a little embarrassed. It was cute, and Lucian inched closer, arm sliding around Aaron's shoulders.
"You should wear it tonight, at the library. I promise I won't get it dirty."
"But I'm caught up on my homework tonight, remember? I thought sensei could give me the evening off..." He grinned slowly. "You work me so hard..."
Lucian had to laugh. "All right. You have earned it. But..." He fingered the wide orange zipper on the vest. "Will you come see me later tonight? You can stay in my room. Like last weekend." He kissed Aaron's neck, hoping that their lust-filled two days wasn't forgotten.
"Ahh... okay." The younger Elite blushed.
Lucian left Aaron's room with an exhilarating sense of power. That Aaron could see him as someone influential and alluring -- Lucian, always weedy, studious, and pretentious, was finally attractive to someone.
He sat at his desk in his room that night, but found it difficult to concentrate on his novel. He kept imagining what he'd say when he heard Aaron's light knock... or maybe he'd just burst in and flop down on the bed, as he was so welcome. A dozen different scenarios played through Lucian's mind. He longed for Aaron to come soon.
But as it grew later, he never arrived. By eleven, Lucian considered checking on him, but he remembered how Aaron stayed up all night to chat and play on his laptop. He would come when ready.
By one, Lucian began nodding off. Well, there was always a chance that Aaron would sneak into his bed and give him a nice wake-up call? Disappointed and horribly frustrated, Lucian fell asleep.
He got up later than usual, ambling to the kitchen to find Aaron calmly eating breakfast. Lucian didn't say anything, just poured some coffee that was thankfully left over and sat down across from him.
"Hey," Aaron said, perfectly normal.
"I missed you last night." Lucian's heart wrenched at Aaron's nonchalant greeting.
"Oh... I fell asleep at my laptop. Sorry, it always happens."
Lucian's shoulders fell. This was his excuse? "I thought... you forgot about me. I stayed up until one--"
Aaron's head jerked up, alerted by some sound. Flint shuffled into the kitchen, bare-chested with a towel around his shoulders. He got a bottle of soda from the fridge and nodded at the two as it hissed open.
"'Sup, Afroman?" Aaron asked through a mouthful of cereal.
"Not much." Flint chugged his neon green drink, glancing at Lucian. "What, did I interrupt something?"
"N-no!" Lucian adjusted his glasses, realizing he must have looked upset, as he was thinking about Aaron's excuse.
"Okaaay..." Flint clearly didn't buy it. "I'll leave then, go on and keep talking about me. Yes, I did shave and clog the shower last week. Know anyone else here with curly red hair?"
"Damn! I'm tryin' to eat!" Aaron sputtered.
Flint chortled, pleased with himself for attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
"I'm sorry," Aaron said earnestly when the fire-type Elite had gone. "Time slips away when I'm online. Before I knew it, I was asleep."
"Do you... talk to a lot of your friends?" Lucian asked, jealous that Aaron's attention should be divided.
"Yeah, friends back home. I'm going home this weekend, so we're planning what to do."
"You are?" Lucian was shocked that he hadn't heard.
"I gotta meet with my school." Aaron stuck his tongue out, a look of disgust. "But since my grades are improving, everyone will be pleased." His face switched to a grin. "Maybe Cynthia'll lighten up, and won't lock me in the library."
"You... don't like that?"
"You know what I mean! Because of all the homework!"
Lucian stared at his coffee cup, fiddling with it between his hands. "Am I... not good? I know it's been awhile..."
"Oh geez..." Aaron rolled his eyes. "You're fine. I'd have told you otherwise." He looked around, confirming they were alone. "You just... can't make a big deal out of it. Because it's a secret."
Lucian nodded. "I'm just really happy... so I want to know that you are too."
"I am." Aaron stood up with his empty bowl. "Just... don't be so serious. You can't overthink things." He dropped the bowl in the sink and started to walk past Lucian. "I gotta train now. We're probably due for a challenger soon." In almost an afterthought, looking around in every direction, he quickly kissed Lucian's cheek.
Oh, Aaron, he thought as the boy went on, in your youth and ignorance you don't know. You don't know how relationships actually work.
He stared at his coffee again. For that matter, as long as it's been, do I?
He didn't get another chance to be alone with Aaron all week, and, by the weekend, he was wracked with panic that he'd ruined their secret love affair by questioning it. He could picture Aaron with his group of friends, laughing as he told them about Elite life. "Yeah, and the colleague I've been sleeping with, he wants to have a serious relationship with me! Isn't that sad? He's twenty-seven!"
The sudden disturbance of someone flopping onto the sofa beside him pulled Lucian from his repeated torment. "Hey," said Flint, stretching out his legs on the coffee table.
"Hi." Lucian stared at his book, hoping to appear as though he'd been reading all this time.
"Whatcha doin'?"
Lucian gave him a pointed "isn't-it-obvious" look.
The redhead snickered. "How can you read all the time? I'm bored."
"Not going to Sunyshore this time?" Lucian was suddenly stunned as he recalled that Flint had stayed with Volkner last weekend -- and Bertha and Cynthia had both been away, which gave Aaron and Lucian the castle to themselves. Only a week ago -- how much could change in seven days...
"I might," said Flint. "I found these videos that I wanted to show Aaron. Sucks that he's gone."
"Mm," Lucian said noncommittally, turning a page.
"Yeah." Flint leaned back against the couch. "I wish Volkner would get a spot in the Elites. Then, like, every day would be a party, now that we have Aaron."
"And whose spot should he take? Bertha's, or mine?" Lucian asked bitterly.
"Mm... Cynthia's." Flint snickered.
Lucian had to laugh. "You think he could be Champion?"
"He might. Or!" He sat upright, excited. "You could be Champion, and he could have your spot! Well, maybe mine. And I'll have yours. 'Cause I am better than he is." He grinned.
Lucian blinked in disbelief. How could Flint have known that he always fancied himself more deserving of Championship than Cynthia?
"Yeah, that'd be so cool..." Flint went on. "But Bertha's husband would have to move here, so she wouldn't feel left out with all us sexy guys running the place."
"Maybe when she retires, Roark will take her place. She's his great-aunt, right?"
"YEAH!" Flint was really enthused now. "See, we have the best ideas. We're going to run the Sinnoh League one of these days."
Lucian laughed again. It was relieving to hear, even in the vaguest of ways, that he was included.
When Aaron returned Sunday evening, he brought Cynthia a favorable report from his school. Satisfied, she told him and Lucian that she would revoke their library lockdown. "I know it was a little harsh," she said. "But it did get some results, see? And it looks like you two have stopped fighting."
Lucian nodded. "We worked things out. We are both Elites."
"That's good to hear, that we Elites enjoy one another's company."
He didn't miss Aaron's suppressed chuckle, but he couldn't help feeling hostility from Cynthia's words.
Later that night, past bedtime, he visited Aaron's room, intending to show how much he missed him. Lucian shut and locked the door behind him, trying to saunter seductively to the boy. "Let me stay here tonight," he murmured, taking him into his arms. "I missed you... and I'll miss our study sessions."
"I dunno..." Aaron didn't struggle, but he didn't embrace him back. "I'm tired, I had a long trip..."
"We don't have to do anything. I just want to sleep next to you. Like last weekend."
"Last weekend I fell asleep in your bed 'cause you wore me out."
"Mmm... I know." Lucian spoke in his ear before nibbling it.
Aaron pushed on his chest slightly. "I dunno..." he mumbled again.
"What?" Lucian asked flatly, pulling away. "You don't want to be with me, do you?"
"It's just... weird like this." Aaron looked down at his bedspread. "The library was better because we weren't supposed to... and you kept pinning me against the bookshelves." His cheeks reddened. "It's more fun when you're spontaneous. And we're having fun, right? That's what I want."
Lucian stared at him, considering his every word. "I see," he said flatly.
Aaron leaned forward and kissed his lips. "Really, don't take things so seriously. I won't stop seeing you. I just don't feel like a sleepover tonight. I'm tired."
"All right," Lucian conceded. "Sorry."
Aaron kissed him again, more deeply. Though upset, Lucian was still compelled to pull him closer, hands at the boy's taut waist. Aaron fingered his long hair, pulling away and smiling. "'Night?"
"'Night." Lucian forced a smile and rose from the bed, leaving Aaron to his much-desired sleep.
A challenger at Foento was always a momentous occasion. The grueling tests between Sunyshore and the island -- the sea route, cavernous Victory Road, even registration and badge certification -- separated dedicated trainers from casual ones. And after that, very few challengers made it to Lucian's arena. The ones who did, however, always rattled his nerves, those strong, boisterous, energetic, battle-ready types. And it was Lucian's duty to defeat them, for Cynthia hated to have her title challenged.
To take his mind off the impending battle, Lucian would read while awaiting his challenger. It usually helped, but this time his thoughts kept wandering, achingly, to Aaron. Sentences and paragraphs became meaningless jumbles of letters, as they had so often recently. He rested his head against the wall upon which he was leaning, closing his eyes.
Why did he have to ruin everything? To try and forge some serious relationship out of his and Aaron's physical desires? What did they have in common -- a shared love of pokemon and sense of elitism? Not to mention the ten-year age gap. And Lucian thought he harbored romantic feelings for the boy? Was he so lacking in relationships that he'd latch onto the first person to take the slightest interest in him?
It definitely wasn't what Aaron wanted. He only craved the thrill of unplanned liaisons, the taboo of having an older lover. And he was right to -- a seventeen-year-old didn't need to be weighed down by some melodramatic elitist.
The referee, present at the match in Aaron's arena, announced via intercom that the challenger had beaten the bug-type master and was moving on to face Bertha. Lucian took a deep breath. Now was not the time to agonize. He had to be ready, in case Bertha and Flint weren't enough for their opponent.
He heard the huge doors of his battle area slide open, and jumped, dropping his book. But Aaron stood there with a grin, not Cynthia, whom he expected to come and criticize him for having his head in the clouds.
"Aaron?" he asked in disbelief.
"Hey." His form-fitting vest and tailored orange pants revealed a swagger in his step, previously hidden by common baggy clothes.
"Sorry you lost." Lucian tucked his hair behind his ears, fidgeting nervously at Aaron's closeness. "You had such a winning streak lately."
The boy shrugged and snaked his arms around Lucian's waist. "Wh... what are you doing?" the older Elite asked softly.
"I came to motivate you." Aaron kissed his neck.
"Wh-what?!" Lucian shivered as Aaron's tongue trailed along his skin, though his stomach flip-flopped. "Here? Now?"
"Mmhm." Aaron unbuttoned Lucian's jacket as he swirled his tongue inside the older Elite's mouth, making him drop his book. With free hands he couldn't help holding Aaron closer, moaning softly while his growing erection pressed against him. He had to put a stop to this before the challenger arrived... but...
Aaron fondled him over his slacks, and all resistance vanished. He grinned wickedly and moved his hands up under Lucian's crisp white shirt, then slowly back down to undo the pants. He slipped inside them, not even pulling them away, and stroked his length tantalizingly.
Lucian drew in a breath sharply and bit down on Aaron's neck. At the boy's aroused purr, he reached to pet him in return, realizing it was his first time feeling him over those tailored orange pants. The material moved with his hand, soft and yielding, more forgiving than old denim. Aaron moaned and began pumping his hand, hips writhing desperately. Lucian had meant to tease him, but he found himself reaching underneath the loose garment, grasping the firm, hot member. And Aaron responded, forceful and impassioned.
He couldn't tell which of them came first -- while his mind swam in the fire of orgasm, he was gradually aware of a familiar wetness coating his hand, and Aaron kissing his neck with gratified heavy breathing. Lucian's eyelids fluttered open to behold the ceiling above him, blurred and white since his glasses had slipped down.
"See?" Aaron panted in his ear. "Spontaneous."
Lucian fumbled for the handkerchief in his breast pocket to hastily clean himself up, eyes transfixed on the lovely boy who had done him so well. He was right -- this moment sneaked in before battle was quite possibly the most passionate one of Lucian's life, so much better than his pathetic attempt at saying goodnight previously.
The doors slid open right as Lucian finished fastening his pants. There stood an unfamiliar young man, a trainer from the look of six pokeballs on his belt, escorted by the castle's referee. How had Lucian missed the announcement? Did his ecstatic cries really drown out the intercom?
"Hi~" Aaron drawled innocently, waving at the challenger, as neatly fastened and unphased as if nothing had occurred. "Just came to see if you'd make it this far~"
The trainer blinked in surprise, then grinned. "Yep! I'm unbeatable, I told you!"
"Oho? I'll warn you, this guy's good." With his arms folded, Aaron nodded in Lucian's direction.
"We'll see about that!" And the opponent strode proudly to one end of the arena, pokeball held tightly in his hand.
Cynthia's outrage was not missed by one member of the staff. Though she defeated the challenger narrowly, she gave Lucian a stern and loud lecture about his inattentiveness. So much that when she'd finished and clicked away, he was bitterly glad for his loss, and vowed to lose more often, to give everyone the chance to take her title.
Still, she'd pegged his spaciness, and he fretted that she and the rest of the castle knew what he and Aaron had done just before Lucian's match... and what they'd been doing for the past two weeks. He sat at his bedroom desk, head in his hands, wishing, for the first time, that he could go back to being alone. Everything was simpler then.
A quiet knock on the ajar door made his heart plummet, the possibility that Aaron might actually come to console him, until Flint's voice said, surprisingly softly, "Hey, Lucian. Alright?"
His non-boisterous concern was truly touching. "Yeah," he answered, glancing at the redhead over his shoulder. "I just wish that guy had defeated Cynthia."
"No kidding." Flint rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of his bed, next to his colleague's desk. "I don't know what her problem is. Don't play the game if you can't handle the rules, y'know?"
Lucian scowled, aware that this metaphor reflected his situation perfectly.
"Is it Aaron?" Flint asked boldly.
"What?" Lucian looked up at him.
"The reason you've been so..." Flint held his hand out flat, tilting it back and forth to indicate unbalance.
"Did he complain about me to you?" Lucian asked acidly.
Flint looked taken aback. "No, he didn't say anything. I just kinda guessed. I can tell there's something going on."
Lucian stared at his fellow Elite, who wore a serious, if not sympathetic, expression. Since when had Flint been so perceptive? The fact that he didn't make a joke or criticize him moved Lucian to tears as much as his whole situation with Aaron did.
"It was such a mistake," he said brokenly, burying his head in his hands. "What's wrong with me? I'm old enough to know better!"
Flint patted his shoulder. "That's relationships for you," he said quietly. "You never know better, you're always learning."
"But I don't know what to do about it! I've fallen for him and he doesn't nor will he ever feel the same way!" Lucian tore off his glasses and hid his face again. "And I'm the one upset over it like some foolish child!"
After a long pause, Flint said, "It'll get better. One day you'll snap out of it and be like, 'why was I so worked up over that?' And you'll be back to normal." He smiled as Lucian looked at him. "I've been there, I know."
"I don't know that I can go back to normal," Lucian muttered. "I'll never forgive myself for ruining our fun with my over-analyzing."
"Don't blame yourself like that. So it stopped being fun... that's what happens. There's no point in getting worked up, so try to find something else." Flint grinned sheepishly, as if embarrassed to be giving cliche advice. "You know?"
Lucian stared at his fellow Elite, a blur of bold colors without his violet-tinted glasses. "You're a lot wiser than you look."
"Don't tell anyone that." Flint's grin widened, and he rose, patting Lucian's back. "If you wanna come to Sunyshore sometime and hang out, that would be cool."
"Heh." Lucian chuckled bitterly. "With adults?"
"With the future leaders of the Elite Four!"
He had to laugh. "Thank you, Flint."
"Any time." The fire-type master made his exit, and Lucian shook his head, smiling. As if he could picture himself in Sunyshore.
Author's note: GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER. Truly, the blame lies in full-time work and the distraction of my new fandom/roleplay group. I started this chapter over the summer. I'm very happy so many readers have added this to their favorites and alerts, though!
One more chapter, I think. Thank you all for reading. :3