Warning: This chapter...yeah, grown man thinking about dirty things he'd to do a teenager. But Lance feels guilty about it! Also I decided that 16 is the age of consent in the Pokemon world just because.
He didn't know whether to be disturbed or amused.
He'd known he was being watched. Rushing water didn't hide every sound, after all, much less the sound of Silver's voice no matter how quiet he thought he was being.
Sutbtley had never been Silver's strong point, after all.
Lance sighed as he shut off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. On one hand, when your stalker was as threatening as a wet Pidgey it was hard to be too disturbed. On the other hand, this was different from simply being followed around, Silver had been watching him in the shower and getting off on it. Had Silver been younger he could have written it off as a boy being curious, but he was fifteen. Lance remembered fifteen all too well, hormones running amok and making things that much more complicated.
The question now was, what to do? Confronting Silver was out of the question, he'd just deny it. Was it even worth talking about? It was a blatant invasion of Lance's privacy, but something in him just couldn't be that angry. In fact...no, he thought, shaking his head as he reached for a smaller towel. Let's not go there.
But his head was filled with images of himself catching Silver, moving the young man's hand away and replacing it with his own...or with his mouth, Silver gasping and moaning and completely at his mercy. Pinning Silver to the wall and kissing him, Silver crying his name out over and over as Lance thrust into him, both of them climbing higher and higher towards the peak of-
"Ah!" Lance violently jerked his hand out from under his towel, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. "No." He rubbed his hair dry, trying to force those images out of his mind. "He's fifteen years old and he's your ward," he said sternly. A grown man should not be having such dirty thoughts about a boy even if he was only a year under the age of consent. He was still a boy, and he was still Lance's ward.
He finished drying his hair, put his bathrobe on and headed to his room. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself...after all, it was just this one time. Maybe it would never happen again.
Lance shook his head. And Swinub can fly.
What in the world was he going to do about this?