After writing the previous chapters, I looked more into specific information about Hugh and his past before the beginning of the game. It's stated that Team Plasma had taken his sister's Purrloin five years prior to the game's story, making four years between that and the beginning of this story; that's probably enough time for her to become old enough to need her own room in the house. It's also unclear how long Hugh had owned his Pokemon for, or if he had any others at that time. For the purposes of this story, we'll say that Hugh currently owns Pokemon that he no longer uses and he's looking for a brand new Pokemon egg for a fresh start.
But enough worrying about minor details, the story should hold fine as it is.
Nate was spread across the large, downy mattress, wearing only his undershirt and tight pants; it looked even more like a swimsuit to Hugh when the garments were together and not halfway torn off of the boy's body. The blue-haired boy offered a glass filled with water and ice to Nate, which he slowly took with his hand, allowing the cold drink to pass through his parched throat.
"Hey, you okay?" Hugh asked. Night had already fallen, and though much time had passed since the incident at the ranch, it was hard for him to determine whether his friend was fully recovered.
"Yeah," Nate replied. He sat up on the bed, setting the empty glass on the bedside table, and then he lifted his shirt to inspect his abdomen. Aside from some minor swelling, the effect of the Pokemon's attack had all but disappeared.
Seeing the young man's exposed, concave navel tempted Hugh to plant a kiss upon the soft, wounded surface, rationalizing the act as "a kiss to make it feel better." He resisted the urge, however; he knew that one thing would lead to another and he presumed that once a day was all that the inexperienced boy could handle.
Instead, Hugh curled his fist and delivered a restrained punch to his friend's shoulder with just enough force to attract Nate's attention without being painful, and mock-scolding him with a smirk, "You should have listened to me, you knuckle-head. I warned you about the Pokemon, man."
Nate played along with this familiar brand of banter, chuckling, "Hey, cut it out! Why didn't you tell me before I started running, hmm?"
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Nate was thought of by most in Aspertia City as "the happiest child anyone had ever seen." However, there existed a point in his life where that label would have had no place on the boy, a brief interval where his radiant spark of cheerfulness had been completely snuffed out, leaving naught but a void of darkness.
It had been just about three years ago; Hugh and Nate had already known one another well at that point, often playing in the city streets alongside others. One night, when it was late enough for the other children were summoned back to their respective houses, Nate ventured over to his own home, wondering why his own mother had not done the same. Turning the door's knob, he pushed the door aside, and was surprised to see that his mother was crying, the floor around her speckled wet with tears. Seeing his parent in this state, the young Nate asked his mother what was wrong, but she didn't know if she could tell him.
She had seen the news report a few days ago, detailing the disaster, the landslide at Twist Mountain. It was a horrific accident that showed no warning of its arrival, the falling boulders claiming the lives of dozens so fiercely and suddenly. Watching the ominous broadcast, the doting wife and mother's worst fears had been instilled and later, confirmed when she had received the phone call she wished she had never even listened to.
Nate's mother wasn't exactly sure if her only son, not even twelve years of age at the time, had carried in his mind any understanding of the concept of death. Nonetheless, she did her best to explain everything she needed to, in order to help the boy understand her grief.
And the boy had learned the dreadful and world-shattering truth: His father had died, his life taken by the raging avalanche for the mere misdeed of deciding to explore the mountain that day. To Nate, his father was the vector that connected his simple existence in the small city to something much larger. The middle-aged man who bore resemblance to his son, toughened by his travels but still loving at heart, had many a tale of his expeditions to tell to his family, who listened in awe as they received various souvenirs he had collected from locations around Unova; Nate's favorite by far was the red visor with the Poke Ball emblem he always wore. And just like that, the man who had cared for the boy since the very beginning had been expunged, his thread of life severed in one effortless swipe.
If one would say that the mother of the family was taking this tragedy harshly, they would doubtlessly also say that the son was having a far worse time trying to handle it. Nate had quickly grown melancholic and moody, no longer socializing with his peers or even talking to anyone. On some days, he even lost the will to get out of bed at all, questioning the point of even doing anything; with that sickening revelation, the boy who was once a glowing beacon of mirth had disappeared, replaced entirely by a broken husk of a child, sad and angry at the cruel world he was cast into. The other children had soon heard about what had transpired, and why their friend had not been actively participating in their activities. They could not quite understand his pain through no fault of their own, except for one, a quieter boy about his age with spiky blue hair.
Hugh knew what it was like for someone to lose a beloved family member, be they human or otherwise; he remembered a year ago, the men dressed in unusual uniforms snatching away his sister's Purrloin, a feline Pokemon whom the girl greatly cared for. He had seen no sign of her companion Pokemon or of the perpetrators ever since, and found himself spending sleepless nights comforting his sibling, wondering where the thieves and captive could be. He knew, though, that Nate was suffering far worse than that; there was still the faintest chance that his sister's Pokemon was still alive, and could return someday for the young girl to nurture once more, but the young boy's father was gone for good, unequivocally destroyed.
With that in mind, Hugh had made it his obligation to help the child overcome the crushing pain, the trauma of his greatest loss. Nate had initially tried to refuse the assistance, but the older boy's persistence led him to admit in time that indeed, he really did need a shoulder to cry on, and more, which Hugh was willing to offer. Week by week, he tended to the morose boy, devoted entirely to doing whatever it took to mend Nate's fractured heart. The brown-haired boy still did not know in slightest why Hugh was so eager to be that caring towards him, but he appreciated the love with all of his being, and their friendship had been cemented.
Before too long, Hugh had finally succeeded; he had completely resurrected his friend's spark of happiness, and Nate had returned to his previous, wide-smiled self. With his friend's help, the born-again boy now realized that life was worth living to the fullest, and he knew now to cherish every moment of his life as if it were his last, leaving no room for any regrets. However, he made an oath to never, ever forget his late father, keeping him alive in memory by wearing his visor everywhere he went, the last memento of the greatest parent he had ever known.
The boy's mother had also gradually recovered from the loss, with friends of her own to ease the pain. She was relieved that Nate had been released from the grasp of anguish, and could not be more grateful to Hugh, self-appointed savior of her only son, for all he had done. Like the blue-haired boy, she too desired her offspring to remain happy as he could be, and with that in mind, she vowed not to marry another man; no husband or father, in their minds, could compare to the one they loved and missed. She also pledged to herself that she would never again tell Nate anything that would change his views on the world; as the only remaining family she would soon have, she wanted to protect her son, preserve him forever as the sweet innocent young boy she saw now. She didn't know if that was the best decision, but she felt her heart was in the right place, and all she wanted was to keep her child safe.
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"Hugh, where'd you put it?" Nate asked, searching about the small room.
Hugh wasn't quite sure what his friend was referring to, and responded with his own question, "Put what?"
Pointing to his forehead shrouded in messy brown bangs, the boy stated, "My visor, of course," searching as though his life depended on it. Hugh tried to remember what he had done with it, and when he realized where it was, his insides tensed with alarm.
"I… I know where it is."
Nate's walnut-brown eyes seemed to gleam in hope. "Great! Where is it?"
Hugh dipped his eyes to the floor, and replied through lips pursed in contrition, "I… left it behind at the ranch… I'm sorry." The older boy chided himself for his stupid mistake, and wanted nothing more than for Nate to yell at, curse and hit him as a reward for being so inconsiderate.
"It's okay," Nate forced a smile. He wasn't at all mad, which surprised Hugh, but he grew nervous; the need to retrieve what was his, before it was too late, triggered the onset of stress. Whatever amount of drowsiness he contained earlier was purged by the quickened beats of his heart. "Hugh, help me look for it. Please?" he asked, voice quivering slightly with uncertainty. Had this occurred at any other point in the day, Nate wouldn't have even needed to ask; Hugh would have left the house in a moment, and ran there and back as fast as his legs could allow. It was being out this late in the night that made the older boy reluctant, as he had always been accustomed to taking refuge under a lit roof whenever the sun took its leave for the day, awaiting the moon to come forth in its place.
"You mean… right now? At night?" he questioned, even though he already knew the answer to come.
"Of course. No time to waste! It might be gone by morning!" The younger boy softly thumped his hand on Hugh's back, making it snap upright of his own accord.
Hugh sighed in resignation. "All right, all right. Anything for you, Nate," he affirmed, already walking down the stairs, treading as lightly and silently as possible. Seeing his friend go to such lengths for him caused a ray of hope to begin relieving Nate of his fears, and he realized how fortunate he was to have such a caring, selfless friend. Tending to his untimely injury at the ranch, lifting him from depression over the loss of his father, and now this…
Is this all because he said he was in love with me? Nate began to wonder. Ever since the notion of love had been brought up between them, the younger boy had definitely noticed a subtle difference in their friendship, not to mention the sexual acts Hugh had started to take an interest in performing, with him. Innocuous as Nate was, he was still unsure for certain about why his friend had decided to do those things with him, but he remembered and admittedly, really enjoyed the way it felt to be touched there. If genital play was truly what people did when they were in love, the younger boy could understand why Hugh was so enamored with him.
While the real truth is that love at its greatest is an affair far more complex, it seemed these hormonal boys were content with focusing on the physical aspect more than anything; the rest would likely follow as they matured, and they had all the time in the world for that.
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At night, nature seemed to adopt a face entirely different to that of the day, the face Hugh and Nate were far more acquainted with.
The population of Pokemon roaming within the expanses of tall grass seemed much sparser in the late hours, making that portion of the trek substantially easier for the two boys. Any creatures that remained awake at the time did not seem too willing to engage in combat, maintaining a wide berth from the larger and unfamiliar forms they saw. Pressing onwards, they remained silent, as the pure white of the moon stood boldly against the inky-black sky, providing just enough light to make navigation possible for the lone travelers.
In little more than an hour, they were greeted by the gate of Floccesy Ranch, curiously as open as it had been the first time they had seen it. Hugh was curious to know if something had happened to the ranchers today, and even began to doubt there were any to begin with. It seemed quite odd to him that no humans occupied the property whenever they were there, but given the current circumstances, he decided against further pursuing the matter.
Fortunately, Nate's red visor, his most prized possession, was exactly where it had been left when Hugh had removed it, miraculously untouched by any ranch Pokemon or potential passersby. The blue-haired boy quickly retrieved it, and called the other boy over, to place the garment around his head as if he was incapable of doing so on his own.
Hugh smiled, seeing the visor once again in its rightful place. He frankly preferred his friend's hair as it appeared without the headgear; the wild bangs, almost the same color as his eyes, would be free to spread across his forehead while the remainder protruded from all directions. He knew, though, what that visor had meant sentimentally to the younger boy, and respected that. With a smile as wide as his best friend's, Nate fingered the brim of his hat, as though it was an extension of his own body which had only formed at that moment. Once he had fully adjusted the article to his comfort, with his hair now bunched up by the visor's band and fanning out from the top to look like the leaves of a palm tree, the younger boy spread his arms out and brought them together to scoop his blue-haired friend up for a tight, binding hug.
"Thank you, Hugh… Thanks so much, for everything."
A little startled at first, Hugh repeated the gesture, plastering his arms around Nate's back and holding tight. The older boy felt as though his heart was glowing in happiness, feeling like nothing could make this moment any better – or so he thought, once Nate broke the hug and led his friend and himself behind a nearby tree.
Leaning his jacket-covered back against the trunk, Hugh could only watch as Nate began to cast his own jacket aside and kneel down before the blue-haired boy. The young visor-wearing boy's breathing was still as he concentrated on unzipping and pulling his friend's pants off, tossing them to land on top of the blue jacket.
Nate could see a growing bulge from beneath Hugh's boxers, straining against the restrictive fabric and darkening the fabric at the point of the lump with moisture. Knowing what would come next, Hugh swayed his hips a little, eager to expose what was underneath the last bastion of his modesty. Nate wasted no time in removing the black underwear, grabbing the garment by its sides and yanking it down, instantly unveiling the older boy's throbbing penis, which was beginning to drip with anticipation. The younger boy took in every detail of the long organ, staring slack-jawed in awe.
The younger boy still didn't exactly know why, but part of him seemed to love the way Hugh's so-called "private part" looked. He noticed the shaft, no less than five inches at full length and faintly lined with veins that led to the tip, dome-shaped and pink, stripped of its foreskin so long ago. Nate felt a warm fire brew in his belly as the excitement had reached his lower body, and he began to tug his own white shorts down as quickly as he had done to his friend's, placing it in the growing pile of removed clothes and exposing his tight, skin-hugging undershorts, which were tented at the crotch by their wearer's own hardened rod.
"Oh, my… my thing, it got hard again, like last time." Nate was a little coy in this adult territory, he didn't feel completely comfortable using the correct terms.
Hugh grinned faintly. "Your dick. Call it your dick, Nate."
The younger boy nodded. "Yeah, my dick… it likes it when I look at your dick." Hugh still felt a little odd at how childlike this exchange sounded, but he knew the boy had to be eased into this.
Wrapping his fingers around the blue-haired boy's shaft, Nate could slightly feel the blood raging in the thick veins, pulsing with desire. Hugh's breathing grew heavier as a droplet of sweat formed on his forehead, beginning its descent.
"You've made me feel good before, Hugh, and now it's my turn. I hope you enjoy it."
Those words were the last thought to remain clear in Hugh's head before Nate took the thick pole and inserted it in his mouth, saturating the shaft in his drool. Hugh was already feeling his body overtaken in a charge of pleasure, and Nate was only just getting started.
"Nngh… Yes… so, so good," Hugh gasped, loving how Nate sucked tightly on his shaft, and using his hands to unzip and remove his jacket to reveal the black tank top underneath. Adding the heavy clothing to the pile, his hands were then free to weave their fingers around Nate's soft, lustrous brown hair, curling around the scalp to hold the boy's head and help him bob it along the pleasured member.
Nate hummed a deep "Mmmmh", savoring the feel of the hard part rubbing against his mouth, while his tongue flicked at the tip's slit, coaxing thin, clear fluids out of it as the stimulated boy cried out in a moan. Continuing in this manner, the brown-haired boy noticed his friend's balls hanging in their sack-like pouch of skin and cupped them in one hand, squeezing gently to draw more gasps of pleasure out of his partner. It wasn't long before Hugh couldn't take much more of this; he bucked his hips as he felt himself reaching his limit, screaming out, "Fuck… Aaah… I'm gonna cum, Naaaate!"
In response, Nate pulled most of Hugh's length from his mouth, leaving in only the pink sensitive tip as the older boy's penis violently twitched to squeeze out the massive amount of semen stored in his testicles, emptying the entire flood into the young boy's mouth to swell his cheeks with the thick white fluid, which he swallowed as though he was parched with thirst. The sperm-slicked organ escaped the boy's maw with a popping sound as Nate hungrily licked his lips to catch the juices dripping from the corners of his mouth. Completely expended, Hugh was dazed, unable to think straight from orgasm, and completely backed up against the tree he was leaning on, the rough bark starting to dig marks into his bare behind. Slumping down to rest his head on the grass, he began to drift off into sleep, without a single care on his mind as Nate joined him in slumber.
Only a few minutes later were the boys woken up by a sudden harsh rainfall, drenching the boys and cleaning them of the dirt and sweat clinging to their bodies. Hugh's eyes flew wide open as he felt the chilly shower prick at his bare legs, and to his frustration, all the clothes he and Nate had left in their pile were thoroughly soaked, too cold and heavy for comfort.
"Damn it, I can't come home like this… What if someone sees me?" Hugh was naked, but for his shoes, from the waist below as he explained to his friend, whose wetsuit-like underwear afforded better protection against the cold and rain. Reminded of their predicament at the beach, Nate refuted, "You don't have to," as he peeled the tight pants from his body, sacrificing his modesty to share his clothing one again with Hugh. Taking the clothing off entirely, he ended up baring his crotch and willingly enduring the fact that his genitals were shriveling in the low temperature, receding within his body to seek what little warmth they would find there.
Hugh could almost cry with joy, in light of his best friend's compassion, but there was no time to waste. Without delay he put on the snugly-fitting bottoms, shielding his parts from view and from the cold, and the boys began to run home with the rest of their sopping wet clothes in hand.
Sprinting to Aspertia City without abandon, they returned home just before midnight, dumping every article of clothing they had in the laundry room's dryer, silently shooting upstairs to the bedroom, and jumping straight into bed, as naked as they were the previous night, but remembering this time to keep themselves covered beneath the large warm blanket.
My apologies if this chapter seemed somewhat rushed; I was eager to get this one finished in time for me to upload it by morning. I hope it was still okay for you to read. I feel I keep overusing the same pronouns again and again for Nate and Hugh, if you have any suggestions for that, I'd like to hear them.
The last chapter is on its way!