Oh yeah, most of you saw this one coming a mile away didn't you? Well, the more obvious it is, the more it needs to happen eventually.
Ash raced through the crowds, dodging between people, jumping over railings, and going three steps at a time to try and catch up to Paul. They'd just had their battle at the Pokemon Sinnoh League tournament. It had been a close battle, one to one odds all around with no real advantages to either of them. After the long battle, be it by that extra ounce of skill or strategy, by luck, or by some other unknown variable, Ash had won the battle by an inch.
And now he was chasing down Paul.
Well, chasing isn't the proper term. Paul wasn't running away from him really, just leaving the League hall. But Ash needed to catch up to him. He just had to. He couldn't let Paul just sink down into his own mind and shutting down like he'd seen him do. There's no telling what would happen to Paul, and Ash didn't want to risk it being something bad.
Eventually, he managed to catch up to the brooding purple haired trainer, needing to stop to catch his breath when he did. "You.. move.. fast." Ash panted, chuckling slightly. "What is it that you want?" Paul asked, his voice more or less devoid of all emotion; save for a hint of agitation.
"See, that's one of your problems." Ash said with a smile, "Not everything someone says or does has to have a reason behind it. Sometimes people can do things because they're fun or because they want to and it isn't hurting anyone. Your head is too locked up in everything needing a purpose, needing a reason."
Paul sighed, and shook his head, "Is that why you chased after me? To list everything I've been doing wrong?" Ash shook his head, "That's another problem: You always assume the worst of everything and everyone around you. Not everything in the world is out to get you you know, you're not that important." Ash said the last part as a joke, but it seemed to strike some kind of cord with Paul.
"But, since you asked, I'm here because I know what you're about to do." Ash said. "You're going to just walk off and start training again." "And that's a bad thing?" Paul questioned.
"Yes actually." Ash said, "Because you're gonna take everything you're feeling, everything you've been feeling, and bury it deep down in the same pit you put everything else. That way you won't have to feel anything and you can pretend you don't feel worse than when it all started. But.."
"But what?" Paul questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, there isn't a whole lot I can do to help you through your issues," Ash said, unaware that he was lying and already had started helping Paul, "But I do know how I can help. I can start by making certain you feel something, and that's the first step."
"And what exactly are you going to try to make me feel?" Paul questioned. Ash gave a cheeky smile, "I'll show you~" He said with a grin, beckoning for Paul to follow him as he headed off. Paul didn't budge an inch for several minutes, then sighed, turning around and walking after Ash.
Ash led him to the room he'd been staying at. He'd asked Brock and Dawn not to come by until later, and they agreed to keep their distance, having a pretty good idea what he was going to try and do. Case and point, Paul opened the door to see Ash on the bed, his clothes discarded across the room. Ash's eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly as he rubbed his own pussy.
Now, Paul was aware that Ash was a cunt boy. But quite frankly, there was a difference between knowing that a Skitty could mate with a Wailord and actually seeing it happen.
"Well~? You just gonna stand out in the door or are you gonna get in here and use me like a stress ball~?" Ash questioned with a slightly challenging grin, knowing that it would work the best on Paul. Sure enough Paul stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Ash grinned as Paul began removing his clothes and joined Ash on the bed. Paul say anything, and his expression was as unreadable as ever, but the one thing Ash needed to see was in plain view; Paul was hard as a rock and lining up to Ash's slit.
Most people, just on instinct, would start with a kiss before going for it. Paul didn't. Ash noticed this quickly, figuring it was some distance thing. So, to counteract it, Ash pulled Paul's head down, kissing him instead. Paul, oddly enough, actually looked surprised by it; even more so when Ash moved his hips forward, pushing Paul inside him.
Ash moaned softly into the kiss, moving his hips slowly against Paul and parting his lips to give Paul an opening. Paul only hesitated a second before pushing his tongue inside Ash's mouth, letting it mingle with Ash's as he began moving his hips with Ash's.
Soon the two were moving in rhythm, moaning together as they did. They started off slowly, then started picking up the pace. Paul moved his hands to Ash's hips, gripping them tightly as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper with each movement, making him moan louder each time. To Ash's delight, Paul began getting a bit braver, moving his hands along Ash's rear, feeling it's soft skin and beginning to grope and massage it.
Ash moaned louder when Paul began pushing his fingers into his other hole, forcing two, then three, then four fingers inside Ash's ass, pumping them in faster and faster as they kept going. Ash came only a few moments later, his pussy clamping down around Paul's cock hard and forcing him to cum as well.
The two groaned in pleasure together, panting tiredly as their cum mixed and began the process of ruining the bed sheets beneath them. After they'd both regained their energy, Paul got up to leave, only for Ash to grab his arm and pull him back down. "And where do you think you're going?" Ash questioned with a seductive grin, "That round was for you. Now it's my turn~"
Um... sorry if I got a little too caught up in that one. Not sure what happened there.