Chapter 26: Fruition
Disrobing Silver was… It was better than any fantasy. I finally got to kiss him, and I almost forgot the shower was running.
This wasn't the Silver I'd kissed all those years ago. This Silver was quite a bit more experienced and confident. We were both a bit hesitant at first, learning how the other moved. It quickly got heated though, tongues swirling together and breathes picking up speed. I pulled away from him and about died at the string of saliva connecting us. I wiped his lips with my thumb, just marveling at his flushed face.
I reached for his shirt; the shower long past warmed up. He lifted his arms, letting me strip him. His skin wasn't as radiant as when we'd been younger, but that didn't mean he wasn't still amazingly beautiful. His skin was so incredibly soft, too. "You need to put on a bit of weight," I mumbled, rubbing his ribs. I wondered if he'd even had anything for lunch.
I slipped off my shirt, a bit embarrassed I had the opposite problem with a belly. Silver clearly didn't care given the way he brushed against me and kissed my neck. I carefully hovered my hands over the fly of Silver's thick black pants, and he just leaned back against the sink, motioning me to go ahead. He was hard, straining against his navy boxer briefs. I practically licked my lips. There was dark wet spot where I could tell he'd been practically dripping precum… I brushed my thumb over the slick spot and Silver arched, giving me a pleased noise that made my insides even hotter.
I had slept with a few other men actually, mostly out of curiosity after we'd broken up. I was bi, even though I preferred women. I'd mostly been still in the closet as a teen, convince it was just Silver I'd been into. I'd also tried to force him into typical female roles, something I'd learned he hadn't appreciated. I was old enough and confident enough now to just admit I enjoyed what both sexes had to offer, and that I didn't need to overcompensate trying to smother Silver's masculinity. Silver really was something else though in comparison to any man I'd been with. Those sharp stormy eyes had my insides melting.
There was black peeking out of the top of Silver's boxer's though… it looked like a tattoo. I grazed it with my fingers and Silver just watched me touch him with half lidded eyes. He didn't comment, just pressed his hips towards my hand. I bit my lip. I just wasn't quite mentally prepared to see Silver's cock just yet. I wanted to, badly, but… I still needed to mentally prepare myself.
Instead, I slid off my jeans and boxers together, groaning when I felt Silver press against me. We feel into another kiss, Silver grinding against me. Then his hand slid up my thigh and wrapped around my cock. Obviously, we weren't going to last until after the shower.
Silver just slid off his own boxers and I froze. Yeah. That was a tattoo alright. The black tribal style dragon was nestled in Silver's hip, it's jaws open and clearly aimed at… I just kind of swallowed. Lance had warned me Silver was his… clearly that was true… Arceus, it was kind of hot, but I felt horribly invasive.
"Lance really loved you," I uttered softly, tracing the tattoo.
Silver smirked, looking a bit amused. "Of course. We were idiots sometimes, but I actually picked it out myself. We'd been married I think three years. Lance was totally turned on by it. He got a matching one with me at the same time, on the other hip. They made a heart when we had our dicks pressed together."
He actually winked and I about died. Holy shit.
I ravished him, grinding against him even if I didn't have the matching other half. I at least wanted to enjoy him until Lance took him back one day.
I came against Silver's backside in the shower, thrusting between his ass cheeks with bodywash as lube. I had to make sure he was squeaky clean of course. He'd already finished off from my hand stroking him, still trying to catch his breath. We were older, and our refractory periods weren't quite as kind as they had been in our youth, but I was already looking forward to tangling together with him in bed this evening.
"That felt so good," Silver panted softly, nuzzled into my neck. "It feels so much better with someone."
"Believe me, I know," I chuckled.
The shower itself was incredibly intimate now that we'd gotten off. I gently washed Silver's long hair, amazed how he moaned at the way I massaged his scalp. I also got to scrub his body clean of salt, dirt, and natural grime. He was clearly loving the physical intimacy. I made sure to hug and kiss him as much as I could. Honestly, I was loving the intimacy as well. It really had been a long time… this wasn't a one-night stand, either, at least, I hoped.
I didn't dare voice that question just yet though. We didn't need a titled. We were already friends and ex-lovers.
I watched Silver comb oil through his towel dried hair, and then blow dry it. It was so soft and shiny. He just sighed, tucking a strand behind his ear after he'd finished. "I need to cut like two feet off my hair. I haven't cut it since Lance passed."
"It looks really good, though. You look like a hermit that gives a high-level item quest in games."
I'd noticed he'd been loosely braiding the bottom foot of hair, likely to keep it out of the way. He did look downright mythical. I swear aging had somehow made him more beautiful. He reminded me of a gorgeous milotic, or an ancient warrior that didn't cut their hair as a boast of battles won.
Silver sighed in dismay, and I was surprised at the black and red cape he shrugged on with his clean clothes. That was Lance's cape… well, one of them anyway. The silver chain that held Lance's wedding band really stood out against Silver's high necked black shirt. Silver didn't have on his black gloves, and I could see he still had his band on his right hand. I didn't comment, he already had a black dragon tattooed next to his dick. I had literally not an inch of room to get jealous. The cape honestly kind of suited him.
"Did they ever find a new gym leader?" Silver asked curiously as we walked the city together to get him a new phone.
"Have you eaten lunch?" I just responded. It was late afternoon, closer to dinner than lunch.
"Yes," Silver grumbled.
"What did you eat?" I hummed, eyeing him.
"A granola bar."
I rolled my eyes and dragged him into a seafood restaurant, ordering two sushi rolls the second we pretty much walked in. Silver just honestly looked a bit embarrassed, peering at me with a small frown.
"Your ribs are sticking out," I stated simply. "Yeah, Mica took over your gym. He's terrified still, it would have been nice of you to stick around and teach him a bit. The other gym leaders have been showing him the ropes though."
Silver looked happy that Mica had made the cut. I think all of us pokedex holders were a bit proud of him, though. Several of the second generation hadn't even become trainers. Topaz had actually been hired into the pokemon PC system company though. My daughters Hazel and Sepia had become a social worker and nurse respectively (or at least, Hazel was working towards being a social worker, she was still in college), despite their mother being a gym leader and their father running the largest daycare in the region. I was proud of them regardless. They both had pokemon they loved and treasured as family at least.
I watched Silver eat in silence, just loving getting to see him. He was alive, and honestly, he seemed to be doing well enough. After Lance's funeral, I'd been worried to say the least. He was still grieving two years later though, not even able to bury Lance's remains. Still, he managed to smile and laugh a bit.
I blinked at the slice of eel roll presented to me. "I don't need that," I snorted, patting my slight beer belly. "I had an actual lunch."
"I can't finish all this," Silver complained.
I sighed and bit down on the offered food. Whew. It wasn't the best sushi, but it was edible. "Sorry, I didn't know this place sucked," I chuckled softly, not wanting to be overheard insulting the restaurant's food.
Silver just shrugged, indifferent. He'd never been picky.
He finished what he could, and I paid. Silver didn't seem to care either way. Next, we headed to the phone shop, and I just pointed at the newest top of the line model. Silver just shrugged and bought it outright. He was ridiculous.
I certainly didn't have enough extra income to do that between sending two kids through college. It certainly didn't help I'd bought an expensive plane ticket and my daycare was closed of all things. I just tried not to think about it. So what if I never retired?
Honestly, after my mother passed, my inheritance was sure to be massive. I wasn't worried. I was most certainly not in a hurry for her to go anywhere, though. It was weird growing up rich and being so poor as an adult. Whitney had pulled in plenty of money being a gym leader, but she lived pretty lavish, too. Not that any of that concerned me now.
We got Silver a service plan before we left, so he could actually use the phone. Then we ended up chilling in the park while he messed around with the device, setting it up to his preferences.
"So, when do you think you'll come home?" I asked curiously.
"I'm not sure," Silver admitted.
"Can I travel with you until then?"
He looked a bit surprised. "I… no, not yet."
Ah… I nodded in understanding, not pushing it. I got the vibe he still had a few things left to do with Lance, and likely wanted to be left alone. I casually texted Silver's new number to the group chat, and Silver sighed in annoyance when his phone exploded with texts. "At least stay in touch."
"Yeah, alright…" he mumbled, buried in adding contacts.
I casually interrupted him to drag him off to the clinic before it closed though, forcing him to get tested because it was just a good idea to make sure he was healthy. He got most of the test results back after a few minutes since they had a lab onsite, but they'd text him once the others came back. Thankfully he was clean of HIV and the other scarier ones, not that I'd been too worried if he'd only done oral.
"I only did oral twice," he huffed childishly.
"Still," I returned, a bit amused. Silver was curled up on the bed, still fiddling with his phone. It was interesting watching a redhead with blond highlights just sitting there in a cape. Dork. "Don't forget to charge your phone."
"No promises," Silver replied, and then he paused.
I felt the mood in the room change instantly. I was shocked at the tears that started to cloud his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked gently, and he glanced at me in surprised.
"Sorry, Blue sent me a photo… I haven't seen a photo of Lance in years…"
I glanced at it and smiled faintly. They were just chilling on the couch together, Lance's arm wrapped around Silver's shoulders, both of them were looking at Silver's phone in the photo. I think that was nearly a decade after they'd married, just before Lance had been diagnosed with cancer. We'd gotten together as a group, and the two redheads had been recluses as usual.
She sent a few more, and Silver sent her a thank you even as I ended up holding him while he cried.
"I miss him…"
"I can imagine," I soothed him gently. I couldn't help being thankful I was the one still alive to hold him, though. It wasn't fair, but it was what it was.
We had dinner together at a nice restaurant of Silver's choice, and I was surprised when a pair of men recognized Silver. I was mildly annoyed we were interrupted when the two men sat at our table, but at the same time Silver actually glowed a bit as he chatted with them. They were complimenting him about destroying the world championship, both in absolute awe.
"I felt like total shit that I can't battle like I could with Lance," Silver admitted to the older of the two men. "So, I figured I'd try to see what I could do. Dragonite was amazing. I just kept managing to win and then I couldn't help just wanting to take the title."
"Yes, he was. Silver, you're amazing, too. You didn't even raise half those pokemon and I just, wow," the younger of the two men complimented. "Those trainers are some of the best the world has to offer, your sheer power is stunning."
"Pressor Oak had said I have a strength in commanding pokemon I'm not the original owner of," Silver explained softly, and the two men looked like a pair of proud parents.
"Who are you two?" I asked boldly.
The younger of the two clicked his tongue at me, frowning. "Pray tell, who are you?" he retorted, clearly offended.
Silver just sighed. "Gold, this is Steven and Wallace. They have both been champions of Hoenn, they're friends of Lance and mine. Wallace and Steven, this is Gold, one of the pokedex holders from Johto from my generation."
They both looked a bit smug, smirking at me. "Well, he didn't say boyfriend," Wallace snickered to Steven.
"We dated for seven years," I huffed defensively.
"So, an ex," Steven observed.
"I…"
Silver sighed again. "Yes. Gold is my ex, my first love I guess you could say. We broke up, and that's when I started to date Lance."
"Who just got you off a few hours ago," I pointed out and Silver sent me a warning look. I shivered and decided to shut up. I forgot how scary Silver could be! He was honestly pretty chill and indifferent in his old age, but I knew that snappy ruthless youth was just under the surface.
The two prior champions traded a look and a smile. "I for one am glad you're finally okay being touched. I heard you actually visited that bar I mentioned. No one kiss and told, so I was dying for details."
Silver just blushed, averting his gaze. I raised my eyebrows. Whoa, he'd actually gone out pursuing some physical contact, at a bar no less. I was a bit surprised; Silver didn't seem the type for that.
"They were really kind," he stated softly, "pretty much anyone there… I couldn't believe someone was okay with just…" Silver's flushed deepened, and he was looking incredibly shy.
"Just cuddling?" Steven offered gently and Silver nodded.
"Yeah… I spent most of the night crying in a stranger's arms… he didn't even seem to mind."
Oh… I gazed at Silver in surprised. He'd been… lonely. I was so incredibly bad at keeping promises clearly. It'd been Lance that had fulfilled my promise to Giovanni to keep Silver safe. Now it was random strangers that fulfilled Lance's request to look after Silver. I wanted to bow my head in total shame. I should have been there. I couldn't help reaching out and taking Silver's hand, my teeth grit.
He looked at me in surprise. "I'm so sorry," I choked out, no idea why I was so emotional. "Silver, please, you can always come to me. I promised Lance I'd be there for you. You don't have to go to a stranger."
Silver sighed in dismay at me, looking almost annoyed. "Gold, I kind of needed a stranger."
"Silver probably needed a blank slate to work out his identity without his husband," Steven explained gently. "You already have preconceived notions of him."
"Plus, he deserves to kiss as many people as he wants," Wallace chuckled happily, and Silver blushed so cutely it hurt. "You kissed a few, right?"
"Maybe… Maybe a bit more," Silver responded, and Wallace practically squealed.
I wasn't able to roll with the punches and decided to shut up as Wallace grilled Silver for details he wasn't going to give up. I was only a little bitter by the time the two left us. Silver had a whole life apart from me. It had been obvious, but it still hurt we couldn't instantly be like we were in our youth. I mean, yeah, my life has obviously changed as well, but I had this weird romantic idea that instantly we'd be lovers again after our shower. The way Silver had moaned…
I yanked him into a kiss when we reached our hotel room, and Silver silently kissed me back.
I didn't dare demand what we were. I'd shown up a few hours ago and I didn't have any right to the redhead in front of me. Instead, I asked if Silver wanted to have sex, clarifying anal because there were different ways to interpret it.
"I, uh, don't have any condoms," he replied shyly.
I couldn't tell if that was him politely saying no, and I cleared my throat, mentioning there was one in the hotel bathroom… I couldn't remember if I'd ever used a condom with Silver before. I honestly didn't think I had… "We don't have to use one," I offered carefully. "I've been tested since my last partner, and I was clean…"
Silver just sighed and nodded. "That's your choice. Some of those tests are still pending in case you're scared I caught something whoring around."
I winced. Shit. I didn't know I'd offended him quite so much. "Silver, I was just worried about you."
He just frowned at me, and I felt like I was doing literally everything wrong. I once again decided to shut up, it seemed the best idea sometimes I'd learned in my old age. I pulled Silver into another kiss, and I tried to just let my body do the talking. Silver hadn't said no…
I flicked off the lights for good measure and Silver held up his hand to signal me to stop when I tried to coax him down onto the bed. "There's lube in my bag, and we should grab a towel for, you know, stuff…"
I winced, feeling rather invasive reaching into Silver's bag. Yeah, hey Lance, don't mind me, just about to have sex with your husband… I flushed at the dildo in Silver's bag, too… I couldn't imagine Silver who previously wouldn't even touch himself actually penetrating himself. I collected the bottle of lube and got the hell out of there. I quickly grabbed a towel and rejoined Silver.
I felt like I was about to take a test I hadn't studied for.
I descended upon Silver and just tried to focus on foreplay, taking my time working our clothes off. Honestly, I was so nervous I was struggling to even keep it up.
"Gold, please," Silver stressed pitifully, and I laughed shyly. Uh, oops, maybe I was focusing a bit too much on going slow. Silver's boxer briefs were soaked again. He was clearly a bit past warmed up. Just taking him in was quickly fixing my anxiety.
Rubbing my cock against Silver's was definitely something though, I had him so frustrated at this point he started to stoke us both. "Not yet," I teased, pulling his hands away.
I was thankful for the towel when I dribbled the lube over my fingers, and some dripped off. I worked a finger into Silver, taking my time to rub my thumb over his tight entrance first. I wasn't prepared for how incredibly tight he was. It was difficult to even move my finger. I worked a second one in, trying to curl them and find Silver's sweet spot. I didn't know it was possible to be this rusty.
I finally just gave up and pulled my fingers out, wiping them on the towel. "Is it okay if I go ahead?" I asked breathily.
"Yeah," Silver responded softly. "Do you want me on my knees?"
"No, this is fine," I responded, wishing I had enough light to see Silver's body spread out before me. He wasn't giving me enough vocal hints, and I wasn't sure if he was enjoying this. "Tell me if I go too fast," I stressed, trying to be generous with the lube.
How had I ever fit in there?! He was so tight. That little ring of muscle was squeezing the head of my dick so hard I shivered, trying not to cry out.
"I'm okay," Silver encouraged, and I exhaled sharply.
"I'm not," I admitted.
He was so hot and tight; the friction was amazing. I was only halfway in, and I was… yeah, I was so close I was a bit scared to move. "Silver," I warned when he shifted.
I tried pushing into him more, and Silver arched, actually moaning at the intrusion. "I'm not going to last," I uttered, feeling so incredibly embarrassed.
"You can't be that close that fast," Silver uttered in surprise.
"Tell that to my dick."
I carefully tried to move, trying to calm my breathing and focus on mind over matter. It did not work at all, and I shuddered in pleasure, thrusting one single time as I came.
…
I could feel Silver's disapproval. It was a looming, displeased aura.
I'd only come a few hours ago, I couldn't believe I'd finished so fast. Just still being in Silver's tight ass was driving me half mad. It had been, well, over a year since I'd had sex so… yeah…
"Could you grab the dildo in my bag before I lose my mind?" Silver asked in a level tone, laced with frustration.
I carefully pulled away from him and quickly did as he asked, still a bit mortified. "You did this to me," I accused the urn under my breath, collecting the dildo.
I had never actually used a dildo on Silver before, just cock rings and vibrators. I hesitated a bit too long and that was the limit to Silver's patience.
"Arceus," he cursed, snatching the sex toy from my hand. My breath caught at the slick sound of it sliding into Silver, and the way his breathing hitched. I had to see this; I couldn't help it. I got up and half closed the bathroom door and flicked the light on.
Yeah, I could die happy.
Silver was on his side, frowning at me, completely impaled with the fake cock. "Seriously?" he complained, looking so embarrassed and frustrated.
"Seriously," I confirmed, amazed I wasn't already hard again. Getting old sucked. "Here, show me how, or should I touch you?"
I delicately grabbed the base, carefully pulling it out and pushing it back in. Silver just let out a shallow breath and bowed his head, and I kept repeating the motion. Eventually he shifted to his knees, and I could feel the way he was shifting to try and stimulate his prostate. I started to penetrate him a bit shallower, and that was clearly what he needed.
He was dripping either cum or precum, and I just eagerly kept going, not planning to stop until he requested it. His quivers and moans were everything I remembered. I was just grinning when Silver started to touch himself, and cried out as he came, probably loud enough we might have the neighbors a touch worried. I completely ignored the fact that it was Lance's name he called. Hey, if I was doing it good enough for him to call out for Lance beyond the grave, I must have been doing a good job.
He pretty much collapsed and I smiled faintly as I watched him try and catch his breath, red hair splayed everywhere. Wow.
"Stop staring," he complained, cracking an eye open.
"Request denied," I hummed happily. I did carefully remove the dildo from him, flushing as my semen dripped out of him, thick and frothy white from the fraction of the dildo inside him. I swear I'd find his pinkie toe erotic at this point. I set the dildo on the bedside, and gently wrapped Silver in my arms, holding him tight. "You're so beautiful," I purred lovingly.
AN: Lewd. Also use protection guys, lol. Admitted was actually written before Admitting, but it felt like it started a little too heavy with Gold and Silver already in an established relationship. I actually had originally outlined it to sprinkle their history into the story, but it was too clunky. So I just wrote a happy teen mangaesque love story, complete with an assault kiss to start them off, hah. It was always meant to be two loves, with hurt, breakup, death, divorce, reconnecting, ect. I just need some long lost twin brother and a murder plot... Shit, a long lost Lance twin brother coming to wreck things by murdering Gold?! jk. jk.
