Forgotten
"Hey, morning Champ," Karen greeted me the next morning when I enter the cafetaria, "I thought you and Lyra were together. You didn't sleep with her or anything?"
I grabbed a cup of coffee, "No..." I replied, not really wanting to talk about it at the moment. Lyra's suggestion is partly one of the reasons that kept me awake last night. She told me I've got to go and see Steven today, but if I really do see him, what am I going to say?
"You don't look so good," Bruno commented as I sit down next to him, "Are you ill?"
"I'm fine," I hinted annoyance, trying to tell them that I'm not in the mood for talking right now. This is just bizzare; I'm a young prodigy when it comes to making decisions in a split of a second, how come I'm so confused of what to do now? In the battlefield, they fear me, but in this real life situation, I'm almost paralyzed.
I'm at loss for words, this has never happened before. The fact that I might be gay is crushing my pride, and the fact that I have to go down and confess my love to another man is going to destroy it completely. It all just seems wrong and irritating, no matter how much I look at it, he's still a guy. Not only would our relationship looks wrong, just how are we going to do it?
"Lance, are you planning to get diabetes?" Karen asked when she noticed I've been absently dumping too much sugar in my drink.
I pushed the drink away, "God, you people are so annoying!" I told them as I rose from my seat and walked out of the cafetaria. I can't focus on anything right now. Not even on the tasks I have in hand. That's why I have to return from fieldwork that day with a cut on my left cheek. This is so frustrating, I can't even get my coffee right, so how am I supposed to work?
I am not gay, and I don't want to be. I'm brought up to be, if anything, a straight guy with passion for women who can cook, battle and have big breasts. I absolutely have no passion for other men. So then why is this shit happening to me? Why do I have to keep thinking about him? Why do I feel so numb inside?
That afternoon, I laid down on my bed and tried to catch some sleep while trying to think up of what to do next. I let Dragonite out so that he can help himself with the food, however, that's when my faithful partner Pokemon suddenly came up to me with a small box in his hand. Only then that I realize that Dragonite has been rummaging through my closet and the many boxes there. He handed to me the small box.
I took the small black box from him, "What is it?" I asked as I opened it, and find a small silver ring in there. "Hey, dont' tell me you've been sneaking things like this into my room..." I suspiciously said as I took the ring in my hand and observed it for a moment.
That's when I realize that there's a writing on the inner side of the ring.
"Lance and Steven..." I frowned when I noticed that there's a date written as well. The date was from three years ago, somehow, I wasn't surprised. This must be some sort of wedding ring. It's true that gay people can't get married just yet, but I've heard many of them gives ring to one another as a symbol of loyalty and promise. "God dammit, Dragonite... Even you?" I grumbled.
The Pokemon nodded as he stared at me in concern. I know he's aware of my recent unfocused state, and I know he can linked it to Steven, but I never thought he'll urge me to do the same thing Lyra suggested.
"I can't do it, okay?" I said, "I'm straight... I've never get together with another man."
Dragonite nudged me, trying to point out that only lazing around wouldn't solve a thing. I know I should get up and try to resolve the issue, but I... I don't know what to do.
"I don't know what to do. I don't want to make a mistake... I don't want to..." voice trailed off when I once again remember his sad face. "... I don't want to see him cry." And that's when realization hits me hard. I don't want to see him cry, then does that means... I like him?
"God, you're fucking up with my head too," I lightly punched Dragonite on his chest.
Dragonite sighed, before going through my stuffs again and pulled out one piece of paper from a box. He walked over to me and handed it over. I observed the picture for a moment, before finally giving in, "You're right... He does looks better when he's smiling..."
I give up defending my pride. That smile... I want to see it once again.
Xxxxxxxxx
That evening, I walked out of my room after preparing to leave for Hoenn. Dragonite told me he knows the place, so I can only trust him in this one. The journey to Hoenn took roughly an hour on Dragonite, it was quiet dark already when we get there. Dragonite landed right before Steven's house and nudged me to go in.
The house is small, yet looks strangely comfortable. It's nothing too grand and nothing too run-down, just perfect for a man living all by himself. Or maybe with a partner, perhaps. The lights are on, seems like he's home, but when I knocked on the door, no one answer.
Dragonite then pushed me aside and turn the handle, surprisingly, the door was unlocked. He then explained to me that Steven's study is made to be sound-proof. I walked inside to find that the living room is empty, no one else is in sight. I notice the existence of two pairs of men's shoes outside the door, but decided not to think about it for now. I took off my boots and walked inside, looking around in wonder as I did so. This is it, the place I've been living in for the last three years. It obviously looks strange and unfamiliar.
Dragonite walked over to the kitchen and quickly raided the fridge without even bothering to ask. He found a cheese cake and quickly devoured it, before moving on to some of the other food stuffs in there.
"Dragonite, stop it," I hissed, "Are you really here just for the food?"
Dragonite paused, stared, before finally nodding. I sighed, knowing that this is a surely a bad idea. I've break into his house and let my Pokemon raided his fridge. What the hell is he going to say when he sees this? God, this is wrong. What am I doing? Have I gone nuts? Why am I breaking into other people's house without permission in the first place?
"Do you want me to get you tea?" A man's voice resounded as the door to one of the room swung open. A man walked out of the room, yet he's not Steven. I quickly identify him as...
"Wallace?" That name escapes my lips.
The older male closed the door behind him, before he finally noticed my presence. "Lance?" He seems surprised as well.
I know Wallace told me about how close he is to Steven, but by just looking at his messy hair and unbuttoned clothes, I couldn't help but to suspect the worst already.
"Did you break in here?" Wallace asked.
"The door's unlock," I scowl, not liking the faint kiss mark on his neck. "What the heck are you doing here?"
For a moment, Wallace wondered why my tone sounded so murderous, but then he finally became aware of what I've been looking at. "L-Look, this is just a misunderstanding. I did nothing to him, I swear. Breaking up with you did number on him and he has this bad habit, you see. He'll sleep with anyone whenever he has his heart broken. That's how the two of you met. I swear I didn't touch him. I brushed him off."
I remain unconvinced. "Is he in there?" I asked as I walked towards the door.
"Lance, he's in a very delicate state," Wallace spread his arm across the door. "Don't break him anymore. If you've got nothing nice to say, then you'd better shut up and leave."
"... I need to talk."
"Be gentle with him then..." Wallace warned. "And don't get carried away, okay? No matter what he says, promise me that you're going to keep a cool head, fine?"
"Don't worry, I will..." I said before brushing Wallace's hand off and opening the door. Inside, I could see the silver-haired man sitting on the edge of the bed, giving his back to the main door, looking out of the window. The bathrobe hangs loosely off his shoulder, exposing to me much of his pale, white skin.
I closed the door behind me, "Hey..." I called out to him.
He visibly cringed, before quickly turning around to see me. "Lance?" He whispered out my name in disbelief. I could see his swollen red eyes, a hint that tells me that he has been crying for quiet some time.
"Sorry, the front door wasn't locked, and... Dragonite is sort of..." I hesitated, "Raiding your fridge right now. I'll re-stock it, though. It's my fault, I haven't fed him today."
When he finally got over his shock, Steven looked away as he properly wrapped the bathrobe aroundhis body. He turned to look out of the window again, "It's fine..." His voice was low and weak, "He... Used to do it all the time anyway, so..."
I leaned against the door, I know I have so much more I wanted to ask, but now, I'm a state of loss for words. This is the worst case scenario which I've been fearing all along. "Listen... I..." I couldn't find the right words to start, "Want to talk to you... About... What happened."
"There's nothing we should talk about, we're over, right?" He sounded calm this time.
"True, but..."
"You were originally straight," He continued. "Don't force yourself. You're not going to help anybody."
"I..."
"Go home," His voice falters, "I can't stand being in the same room as you."
"You, don't you ever listen?" I raise my voice. "Listen to what I have to say... As far as I can remember, I don't introduce my lovers to Clair, and I don't put a ring on them just for fun. If I really did introduce you to Clair and if I really did put the ring on you, then I must be dead serious about you."
"Stop..."
"I know I'm straight, and even I wonder what really happened to me. I can't stop asking myself; why would I ever fall for a guy? I keep telling myself that it must be a mistake, but then I'll remember you from that day and I'll feel guilty for no reason."
"Get out..."
"That's when I realize... That I have feelings for you."
"I said get out!" I could see his shoulders shaking. Soft sobbing soon ensued, then I realize that he's crying.
I ignore his warning, "I've grown so pathetic to the point that I can't even serve my own coffee right. That's because I can't stop thinking about you. It's become so annoying that I think I'm going crazy."
"Selfish bastard..." He sobbed pitifully.
"Truth to be told, I still can't imagine myself vowing my loyalty to you for the rest of my life. Yes, what everybody said about me is correct; I'm a man who held his pride like a trophy, and yes, I don't get emotionally attached to other people. But... If you did make me set aside my pride in the past, and if you did make me get emotionally attached to you in the past... Then, you must be special."
"Why...?"
I walked over to him and sit down right next to him on the bed. "Steven... Will you let me stay...?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around his slender body.
"Idiot..." He whispered as he wiped the tears away, "Idiot..."
"I'll try to return those feelings..." I whispered by his ear. "It may take some time, but please bear with me."
He hesitated, before finally embracing me back. I don't like dealing with emotional people, heck, I don't even like dealing with people in general. However, if it's him, I'll make an exception. He is, after all, special...
Xxxxxxxxx
It was all initiated with a single kiss. I was curious. I wanted to know how those lips tasted like. I soon found out that his soft lips are so addictive. I began wanting more, we kept making out passionately on his bed until I can take it no longer.
"Hey... Let me do you," I whispered by his ear after breaking our make-out session. After fifteen minutes of making out, I'm now on top of him, turned on and eager to make love. I gently loosened his bathrobe and plant kisses on his pale chest. I don't even know what I'm doing, yet my body automatically moves, as if its used to this whole process already.
He hesitated for a moment, eyes glazed with lust looking away from mine. "T-This is your first time..." He muttered, "Can you... Really get it up?"
I smirked as I pinched his nipple and kiss his lips once again, earning a lustful moan from him, "Want to touch mine and see for yourself...?" I whispered as seductively as possible. This all just feels so good and right.
"Y-You'll have to loosen me up..." He said as he once again look away, "You'll have to insert your fingers down there... A-And... You can't be selfish, you have to touch mine too..."
His blushing red face, pale skin, soft silver hair. This guy can drive me further to the edge by just acting so shy. He's a guy to boot, but I can't help it, he's just so sexy. I want to screw him, I want to make him scream out my name and make him lose control. I want to drown him in pleasure...
I sighed as I nibbled on his neck and reached down to his manhood. "Are you going to stop me, after we've gone this far?"
"N-No!" He gasped when he felt my hand stroking him, "Lance..." His body trembles as I increase my pace. He's whimpering in pleasure and curling up, I've never seen such a reaction before. This is just too cute to be describe by words. "S-Stop...! I'm coming...!"
"Please, let me do it..." I whispered once again as I stopped my hand, "Let me have you..."
He hesitated, but finally nodded. He reached out for the bedside table and took out a bottle of lube from the drawer. "... Do you want me to do it by myself?"
I silence him with another passionate kiss, "I'll make you feel good. Just tell me where to touch you."
He finally looked into my eyes, and said, "Inside..." His voice was almost begging.
"Here?" I asked as I spread his legs apart and insert my slippery finger into him.
"Ah!" He moaned and shiver. Shit, I still haven't done anything to him and he's already like this. I wonder how he'll react if I put mine inside him. God, I think I'm dying, this suspense is killing me. I keep on telling myself to be patient. I insert another finger and receive an even more erotic moan. That did it. My last thread of patience finally snapped.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I took out my finger and licked the side of his lips. "I can't take it anymore." I took off my clothes and tossed it aside. "You're driving me crazy..."
Steven gently smiled, "You're still... As impatient as ever..."
That's the sincere smile I've been looking forward to see.
"I think..." I muttered as I caress his face, "You're cute..." My words cause him to blush even redder than before, he tried to hide it, but that action alone makes him even cuter. I chuckled as I unbutton my trousers, "You're really, really cute..."
How can I not fall for this man?