-Chapter Four-
This whole chapter is a big rated M for sexual content. This should either make you read on in excitement or back away in fear. Of course, if you've read any of my other stuff, or the warning, I'm sure you saw this coming. In any case, this chapter was fun to write, and I'm proud to have written two in one day. I deserve reviews just for that, I think.
Ash brought his hands to his brow, attempting to alleviate the pain of his headache. It felt as though a wrench was squeezing his head, pushing it in at the sides until eventually his skull would collapse. He knew why he was going through this pain: his thoughts were crowding into his head, stressing him endlessly, and a headache had ensued.
Memories of the past had been haunting him all night. The day had been uneventful, as he had spent the majority of it on tour around the laboratory. He was now at ease with using most of the equipment, such as the food dispensers, and he knew which Pokémon were under his care. He had made the right choice in accepting the job: helping Pokémon develop their abilities and grow to be strong was his specialty.
The problem, as he had expected, was Gary. Gary, who had him blushing with a single word. Gary, who could be rolling about in a stack of hay, wrestling with an angry Ratticate, and still look delectable. Gary, who was sleeping in the other room, unaware of the fact that Ash was pining for him like never before.
But it wasn't anything that had happened today that was bothering him. No, it was events that had taken place years ago, back in Pallet Town. He thought back to that one horrible day when his life had changed completely. He had been honest with himself, and on a night similar to this one, with the wind howling outside and the covers drawn up to his chin, he had finally admitted the truth: he liked Gary Oak. Not just in a friendly way, either. In the way that made him want to get to know him better, to hold hands with him, to kiss him, to carry him to bed and have his way with him.
But he hadn't been able to tell Gary. How could he? It was bad enough that whenever they met, Gary threw him an insult and then left with his cheerleading squad. If Gary knew that Ash wanted him, wanted him so badly that the very mention of his name dragged an outburst out of him, well...Ash didn't even want to think of it. So he kept his infatuation to himself, hiding it from even Misty and Brock, cherishing it for what it was worth.
And then he had had a brilliant plan. He would rise so high as a trainer, perhaps one day one of the Elite Four, that Gary would come to admire him. To respect him. To love him, maybe. It was a stretch, but he had to try. So he doubled his training, pushed himself and his Pokémon to the limit, and arrived at the Pokémon League Tournament ready to win. To his immense satisfaction, he had been picked to battle against Gary. What a perfect opportunity to show him how much he had improved, and how much potential he had.
But it had ended in disaster. Ultimate, horrible disaster. Gary had squashed his team within a matter of five minutes, and Ash had left the stadium disgusted with himself. And now here he was, living in Gary's house, helping him further his career. He should be out there training his Pokémon, and earning the last badge he needed to participate in the next League tournament. He had seven, and he only needed one more. So close, yet so far, because the final Gym Leader was none other than Gary Oak himself.
He couldn't face him again. He couldn't once again lose his mind at the sight of Gary's smile, at the sound of his voice, and then for the second time let all of his hard work result in nothing. Because that was the problem. He couldn't beat Gary, he just couldn't, because he could hardly even speak when Gary was around, let alone think straight long enough to pull out a victory.
Frustrated beyond measure, Ash turned onto his side and balled up his fists. His life was pathetic, and he knew it. Why should Gary like him now? He was nothing, a nobody, and Gary was a Gym Leader and a famous researcher. He would probably be a legendary scientist in a few years. And Ash was still living with his mom. Worst yet, he was working for Gary. Pitiful.
Before he knew what was happening, Ash trailed his hand under the sheets, and down to the bulge in his pyjama pants. In spite of his fury, he was aroused. He was useless. He should hate Gary, hate him for constantly putting him down, hate him for being so amazing that he had fallen in love with him. And here he was, in the middle of the night, sporting an erection because of him.
He slipped his hand under his waistband and took his cock in hand, feeling the moisture accumulate on his palm. It was warm, and provided some heat to his freezing fingers. He began to move up and down, in a slow and tantalizing motion, visualizing Gary in his mind. He imagined Gary undressing, pulling his shirt over his head, his built body gleaming with sweat, then allowing Ash to yank down his pants, and his boxers, before crawling into bed next to him.
He quickened the pace of his hand, and his breath began to get raspy. He thought of his perfect face, looking as though it had been carved by angels, hovering just over top of his own. He wondered what he would say. Probably tease him, though in a soft and gentle voice, that in the end meant no harm. He envisioned his brown eyes filled with love, his chest rising and falling rapidly...
And then he pretended that the hand wrapped around his cock wasn't his own, but Gary's, and he felt fire burning deep within his stomach.
"Gary..." he whimpered under his breath, feeling his orgasm nearing. He wanted him so badly—no, he needed him so badly. His hand was moving faster and faster, and in the quiet of the room, the sound of his skin against the material of his pants was deafening. It was quickly blocked out, however, by the roaring in his ears as he reached the very apex of his arousal.
"Gary—oh, shit—I...I..." He was lost now, and rambling. He thought of that soft, wet tongue on his scalding erection, licking just under his head...
No. He had to stop. He gripped the base of his shaft, so close to orgasm that it hurt, and tried to calm his breathing. He couldn't do this. He couldn't come to Gary's name, to the thought of him, because there was no hope. But then...how could he stop? The boy was everything he wanted: smart, witty, confident, attractive...And he needed him. He needed him so badly it made him delirious. Caving in, he gripped his cock harder than ever and pumped it once again, wanting to reach orgasm as quickly as physically possible. He was so close...so bloody, wonderfully close...It was right there, he could feel it, swelling up inside of him...
"G-Gary!" he yelped, coming into his hand. He rode out his orgasm, every wave of it, basking in the thought of Gary's ministrations.
Once finished, he released the tension in his body. His legs had curled up during his orgasm, and he laid them out straight. He was spent, exhausted, his breathing shallow. He now felt empty, viciously empty, and he wanted Gary more than ever. More than anything. What hurt the most was the fact that he was in the room next door, fast asleep and probably dreaming of great Pokémon discoveries.
He allowed himself to weep openly, this time not attempting to stop the flow.
