3AM in Unova
Set after Breaking the Ice, but you don't have to have read that to read this story. WARNING-this one makes a couple graphic recollections of a one-night-stand. Do not read if you don't like. But mostly it focuses on Bede and Piers having a hurt/comfort moment.
GROUP CHAT: dumbarse-o'-clock
Bede: guys I fucking cant i need to talk right now
Gordie: ohh the fairy cunt's got feelings? also you high or smth? you usually bitchin at us for our shit english in these messages
Bede: shut the fuck up, Gordie, before I come over there and shove one of those rocks you love so much up your ass
Bede: how's that for english
Gordie: arceus man chill, what happened
Bede: I slept with someone at the party and its eating me alive
Raihan: oooo at the Unova party? bro, who
Marnie: Mr. Independent got some huh?
Bede: Shut up with the jokes, it's not funny! You lot are always horny af, it's fucking gross actually, but you make the most sense to talk to about it. So what do I do now
Leon: what do you mean what do you do
Leon: it was fun right?
Leon: who was it tho
Bede: Elesa and what do you mean 'what do I mean by what do you do'? I mean, what do you do?
Leon: LOL
Raihan: brooo
Gordie: ELESA?
Piers: nice
Gordie: YOU? GOT WITH ELESA?
Raihan: gordie's going to die
Raihan: hope melony's not reading these lmaooo
Gordie: HOW WAS SHE? GIVE US DETAILS
Bede: SHUT UP AND HELP ME YOU USELESS SODS
Leon: now that's not very nice
Raihan: lmaoo
Leon: I mean it was fun wasn't it?
Gordie: dude pls Im dying
Bede: I don't know
Bede: shut the fuck up gordie
Leon: tf do you mean you don't know
Leon: how drunk were you lol
Bede: I wasn't
Leon: then wtf do you mean you don't know
Bede: I DON'T KNOW you dolt, how much fucking clearer do I need to be? Do you know anything beyond battling in that head of yours?
Leon: there's the Bede I know 3
Piers: bede, can you call
Bede: why
Piers: cause I don't think you'll get anywhere in text dude and Leon's an idiot
Leon: Piers the love doctor
Piers: better than you whose advice is 'enjoy it and don't think twice about it'
Leon: ouch man that hurt a little
Leon: ;) but you know that's the right way to go about it
Bede was pacing the length of his room with the Rotom phone clutched to his chest. He thought about Piers' offer for a call, but it sounded so bizarre to him. He and Piers had interacted so little in the past and he felt like his heart was lodged in his throat in his blind panic. He had managed to hold it together on the flight back to Galar, and his exhaustion had made it impossible for him to properly panic the day before, but now he was alone, the gym was not yet accepting challengers for this season, and he had nothing better to do. The downsides of having his closest Pokemon be one that hates emotion meant whenever he was going through something rough, he couldn't count on Hatterene to be there for him. In fact, he found himself scared of the idea of letting her out of the pokeball.
With a defeated groan, he lifted the phone and went to dial Piers' number but was interrupted by Piers calling him. Blinking in surprise, he flicked his thumb across that green flashing button and sighed a raspy, "Hello?" into the phone.
"You okay, man?" Piers asked. He had expected a teasing or mocking tone but instead found one full of concern. Taken aback, he failed to respond, and Piers repeated himself, "Bede, you okay?"
"N…no, not really," Bede muttered. Why was he admitting that? This was Piers! He'd never talked to Piers a day before in his life, not for more than a few fleeting seconds, anyway! But Bede's resolve had caved almost immediately and he sank against the violet bedspread shielding his mattress in defeat. "I should not have done that, Piers, not at all."
"You said you weren't drunk," Piers said quietly, "so… hey, if you don't mind me askin', what happened?"
"I don't know, I was just, mindin' my own business while the rest of you lot were lookin' like you wanted to get blackout drunk," Bede said pointedly, "and Elesa came over, wearin' nothing but what looked like panties to me, and sat next to me. She got all up on me and asked me all jokingly if I was gay, too. I told her no, of course, and that was a mistake. She wouldn't bloody rack off!"
Piers hummed a little in thought. Bede continued.
"I told her I wasn't interested. She just goes, 'Oh, that right? Well, let me go find someone that's up for it.' And it was the way she said that! I hated it so much!" Bede huffed into the phone. His eyes felt like they burned a little as he recalled the situation leading up to the bedroom. Words started tumbling out of his mouth, explaining what had happened, as the scene replayed in his mind.
She had gotten up and started to saunter away, each sway of her hips accentuating her ass and legs, and her challenge had come like a slap to his face. Against his better judgment, he had popped up to his feet and chased her down. He pressed the fingertips of his left hand to her chest lightly, not touching her breasts but still dangerously close—if she could get all up on him, then he could get all up on her—and she gasped in surprise. Then a lopsided smirk crossed her lips. Her turquoise eyes were watery and gleeful in a way that told him she was definitely drunk. "Oh, look who manned up," Elesa had taunted. Then she had licked her lips in a most tantalizing way. Bede's lips had curled in a disdainful smirk and he had flatten his hand against her chest, pushing her back lightly.
"You don't know me at all," Bede had hissed at her devilishly, refusing to back down.
Elesa's eyes had seemed to gain a little clarity at that statement and Bede had half expected her to come to her senses and realize she was making a mistake in challenging him. To his surprise, her lips had pulled into an even greater smile and she had narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't, do I? Wonder if there's some way you could teach me all about you, hmm?"
That had set his heart to practically flailing in his chest cavity. Why had she not backed down? Why had she still goaded him on? Had she really wanted this? He knew he should have perhaps stopped and told her she was cute, but there was no way he could with her in her state. Yet those pleading eyes had dragged him on and the fear of an icy rebuttal if he tried to stop then had spurred him on. Within, he had felt as if he were trapped on a rollercoaster, having missed his window to get off.
"You want to know more, do you?" he had asked huskily as he moved even closer to her. His hand had pushed up a little and brushed her lower neck. He had lapped at his lips hungrily. What was he doing? Why was he unable to stop? Those questions had burned in his mind as his heart palpitated but onward he had pressed. He had backed her against the farthest wall of the room and had then gone for it, kissing her deeply and messily. She had practically melted in his grasp as his fingers tightened a little on her collarbone. He had used his right hand to hold her up by her arm. When he had finally stopped kissing her, he had kept his face close to hers, and panted into her ear, "You'll get to know more, alright."
Bede had paused for a moment, having divulged much to Piers already, and with still more to go. Piers took note of the pause and softly called through the mic, "Bede, you… felt like you couldn't stop?"
"No," Bede said through a dry mouth of cotton. His voice shook. "I couldn't. I thought about it, I wanted to, but… I couldn't… I couldn't stand the thought of her being disappointed!" Bede finally spat and his veins felt like they ran with ice. "I… couldn't back down…"
"So, what then?"
Bede went on to say she had tugged at his jacket and teasingly asked him if he really thought he'd still need it. Bede had chuckled at her and finally took a step back, allowing her to lead the way to somewhere more private. Since it was of course Elesa he was with, his leave did not go unnoticed—the others had likely just been too drunk to remember, Bede made sure to note, and Piers just hummed in agreement—and he recalled having been assailed with whoops and hollers of approval as they had disappeared into the hall. Elesa had tugged at his jacket's collar again as soon as they were out of sight and whined something at him that he didn't remember. But he did remember he had snatched her by her hips at that point, digging his nails in, as she guided him into a bedroom. She had yelped in surprise at his firm grasp but hadn't protested it. And that was how their night went. Every time he pushed the envelope just a little farther, she agreed, and by the end of it, Bede was aggressively using her. Depraved growls had echoed around them and Bede had been blissfully unaware of the force he was using. Still, Elesa did not complain, but how could he be certain she hadn't wanted to? Or that she wouldn't have if she were in her right mind?
Though he left the gritty details out of his conversation with Piers, Bede's mind flashed with the memories of his left hand grasping a fistful of Elesa's gorgeous, brunette locks and pulling so that her neck was pulled back at an awkward angle. All the while, his right hand was coiled beneath her belly, holding her hips tightly against him, as he savagely worked into her again and again. The pleasure pooling in his abdomen, the burning desire to show her she couldn't find anyone better than him, Elesa's gasping groans—they had propelled him forward, as if they had a direct link to the muscles in his legs.
Then he explained what had caused him the most anxiety to Piers. How Elesa had silently turned away from him once they were done and fallen asleep within moments. She hadn't even gotten up to wash off any as Bede had to do. Having come down from his high at that point, he had fretfully tried to talk to her to figure out if she was okay, or if she had even truly enjoyed it, but she had been out cold. He had begrudgingly tucked her in and curled up in a meek ball on top of the blankets, back in his clothes, feeling that perhaps he didn't deserve to sleep under the same blankets as her after that. When he woke the next morning, Elesa had already been gone from the bed and didn't say a word to him when she saw him again, gathered with the rest of the Galarian crowd. She had just given him a dubious look.
"I don't know what happened, I don't know if I enjoyed it, and I don't know if she's even okay!" Bede exclaimed once he had finished. "Fucking Leon's all just 'move on, it was fun'—"
"Lee's an idiot," Piers mused from the other end. Bede took a sharp breath in as Piers continued. "Well, I'm goin' to be honest with ya. She seemed drunk off her arse. I doubt she even remembers." He sighed. "But, I mean… I understand why you did what you did but that doesn't make it right, mate."
"What do you mean, you understand? Please explain, then, because I have no idea what happened!"
Bede could hear Piers shift uncomfortably on the other side of the phone. "Look, mate… I know I don't know you on a personal level, really. But, well… us gym leaders, we're kinda like a little family of our own. Opal's told us plenty about you and so I think I got a good idea of what happened. You had someone lookin' up to you for somethin' and you couldn't let that opportunity go away. You went way overboard to try to show you were everythin' she was hopin' for and then some. Got a little carried away." Piers paused. "That sound about right?"
Bede silently pondered that question. Had that been it? Had he just… wanted to show her a good time to prove she was right in selecting him? He groaned and shook his head. It was going to be the same song but a different dance every moment of his life, wasn't it? No matter what, he had to aim to please. Please whoever he perceived as 'in charge' or higher in authority than he.
"Well, like I said. I'm pretty sure she got so drunk she doesn't even recall. But hey, I think Rai's got her phone number, you could give her a call and make sure she's not upset about it. That'd really show her you're a step above the rest," Piers quickly added before Bede had a chance to object. Bede blinked at that statement.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Well, if you call and check up on her, she's definitely inclined to like you more," Piers said. Bede could practically hear the shrug in his voice. "So, if she doesn't right now, that might clear some things up. Beyond that, though, dude… stop tryin' so hard." Piers chuckled. "We know you're good at what you do, kid."
Bede floundered for words. "Th…Piers, uh…"
"It's 'thanks,'" Piers teased him.
"Thanks," Bede growled. Piers laughed again.
"You okay now?"
"I think so… can… can you get Elesa's number from Raihan?"
"Can do. I'll call you back in ten."