( A/N: Alright this is where the T rating kicks in. Warning: Minor sex-related content ahead. )
"Oh yeah, yup. His name is Drew."
Well, there are a lot of people named Drew. Surely there would be another famous coordinator with that same name and who was to say that the Drew he met today was famous?
"Hey man, can I turn on the television? I wanna make sure that the tv reporters caught me on my good side."
"Uh-huh, yeah sure." Steven pointed over towards where he kept the remote. It was hidden underneath a steel blue cushion on his dark brown couch.
Wallace grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.
"CHAMPION WALLACE SPOTTED AT LILYCOVE CITY, HE ENTERTAINED A CROWD OF PEOPLE, BUT THEN FLED FROM THE MASSES WITH ANOTHER MAN IN HIS HAND. OUR SOURCES SAY THAT THIS STEEL HAIRED MAN WAS THE FORMER CHAMPION, BEFORE MAY. HIS NAME IS STEVEN STONE AND APPARENTLY HE JUST CAME BACK FROM HOENN AFTER TRAVELING THE WORLD. HE IS ALSO THE SON OF DEVON CORP'S PRESIDENT. RUMORS ARE FLYING ABOUT A POTENTIAL ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO MEN."
Wallace muted the television and turned his head over towards Steven who bursted out into laughter. "You watch this kind of stuff?" Wallace asked, surprised that Steven would be into celebrity gossip. He thought that the first channel that would be on right when he turned on the television would be the geology channel or something like that.
"Yeah, I find it hilarious." He smiled, walking over towards the couch. Perhaps he should unwind a bit first before looking for something to wear. It may be a good idea to get his mind straight and not fret.
He shrugged his shoulders and turned the sound back on, seeing that the report was now talking about May.
"MAY MAPLE, THE FORMER CHAMPION WAS SEEN AT THE POKEMON CENTER WITH DREW ROSE WHO GAVE HER A RUBY RED ROSE."
Wallace paused the screen and pointed at the screen, shouting out, "THATS HIM! That's the brother of the owner!"
Steven frowned, snatching the remote and turning the television off right away.
"Oh. Oh." At first he was surprised that Steven suddenly turned off the tv, but then he realized why. "Shit man."
"Yeah, I know. Shit." Frustrated, the silver haired male sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"No, it's okay. I'll come with you and intervene if he tries to mess with you. Don't worry. I got this." He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "I know how to keep a man entertained." He winked before getting up from the couch and going through Steven's dressers. "Now! We need to fix you up! We didn't even run that much, but you reek of sweat!" He swayed his hand from side to side in front of nose and wrinkled it in disgust. "You need a shower bad."
Steven raised his arms, sniffing himself before pulling away and frowning. "Yeah, on it." He grabbed a towel and left to the bathroom. He also picked up a few articles of clothing as well to wear afterwards.
"Oh wait! Steven!"
He stopped in his tracks, turning his head back to see what Wallace needed.
"Are you well groomed?" Wallace asked as he let go of the shirt he was holding onto, turning around to face him.
"Uhm," he started with a confused look on his face, unsure why Wallace would ask that. "Yes." He said with a bit uncertainty, not that he wasn't well groomed. He was just still confused on why in the world Wallace would ask! Of course Steven was well groomed!
"Oh no, I mean down there." He pointed towards Steven's crouch.
He took one glance down and then furrowed his eyebrows together and shook his head, frowning. "What?" His head extended forward as he was confused on why that would even matter.
"Come on, it can't be a coincidence that you come back right when May's legal." He rolled his eyes at him.
"It is! I finally found the soul dew by then and got a riolu!" Steven exclaimed. His intentions were pure! Really, he wasn't planning on establishing a sexual relationship with May - well he wouldn't mind establishing one with her, but it just felt wrong to him. He wanted more than just that. He wanted an emotional connection with her too. He knew he felt something when he first met her, she was different than the others he had met. She had that twinkle in her eye. When he first met her in that cave at Dewford, he felt an odd fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He knew she was something special. The first time they rode on latios together to that island, he remembered how her arms felt around his waist. Her warm body pressed against his tightly with her face rubbing against his back gently. Her hair smelled like lavenders. He wanted latios to slow down so that they would spend more time together just like that. A smile crossed his face as that memory played in his head.
"Here you go, big boy." Steven was so rudely ripped away from that nice memory playing in his mind by Wallace who had handed him a bottle of lotion. "Don't be too loud."
He scoffed, throwing the bottle of lotion back at him. "Shut up!" Blushing that he noticed, Steven retreated into the bathroom and locked the door. He hung his towel and placed his clothes on the sink countertop before undressing. Stepping into his bathtub, he turned on the water and closed the shower curtains.
"That took a suspiciously long time." Wallace wiggled his eyebrows as Steven exited the bathroom, clothed in a black tee shirt and gym shorts. "What a rare sight, I'm honored to see that much skin." He joked.
"Haha, don't act surprised. You've seen me in normal clothes before." He pretended to laugh, rolling his eyes.
"Anyway, I think that those are pretty good outfits. Try them out. Took awhile to find stuff that didn't have purple on it." He let out a tiresome sigh, he gestured over towards the bed that had various suits piled on top of it.
"But I like purple."
"Change it up for May. She'll take notice and that will be a good thing."
"But I like purple."
"Yeah, yeah. I got it and I like white hats. Trust me on this, I know what women want."
"What do you know about what a woman wants?" He scoffed, shuffling through his dressers again to look for something better to wear. Something nice and purple.
"Lisia tells me all of her boy troubles."
Steven continued to shuffle through his dress shirts.
"She also talks to May."
He stopped, looking over at Wallace as he was suddenly interested in what he has to say.
"They're good friends. They talk about boys together." He took a sip of his hot chocolate. "Now that I have your attention, change into those and see which one you like." He got up from the couch and headed for the door. "I'll be back later, I gotta head back home to disguise myself. Don't want fans or reporters recognizing me on your big night." He left the house.
"Thanks, man. See you soon then." Since Wallace left, Steven started to undress and try on the outfits near his bed. Typically he always wore a red tie with a black and purple coat over his white dress shirt. He did have other coats and ties, but he typically didn't wear them unless he had to sit in a meeting for his father or go to an extremely important event related to business. He scratched his head, staring at himself in the full length mirror that was beside his dresser. It seemed so plain. Just black and white? He stared at himself with discontent, but reassured himself since Wallace apparently does know a thing or two. He decided to go with plain black and white, even though he did like the out fit with the white dress shirt, black tie, grey vest, grey coat, and matching grey dress pants. He'd keep that outfit in mind for date number two.
Date number two. He smiled, glancing over at the clock. He still had some time before he had to go back. It took only about half an hour to fly towards Lilycove on skarmony, he was fast. Oh wait, Wallace was coming too so that would mean skarmony would be a little slower to adjust for the extra weight. So it may take about forty minutes. He did the mental calculations in his head to see what time he should leave his house. Looking back at the clock again, he nodded. Yeah, I still got time.
He changed back out of the formal outfit and got back into his tee shirt and shorts. He didn't want to ruin his outfit before the big date so he'll change back into it later. Picking up the others that he didn't go with, he placed them back to their respective locations. He made tea while he waited for Wallace to come back. Rummaging through his cabinets, he saw that his dad had someone stock up his food supplies right before he came back. Smiling, he pulled out a can of tea leaves and opened it, taking a whiff. Oh. This was May's favorite. The Jasmine Dragon. A big smile crossed his lips as he thought back to the last time they had tea together. It was shortly after she stopped the meteorite. He had invited her back to his place.
"You never cease to amaze me." Steven said with a smile on his lips as he carried two cups of tea over towards the couch. He sat down next to May, placing both cups on the coffee table in front of them. "Here, let me know if you need anything else."
"Thank you Steven!" She took the cup and held it in her hand gingerly, blowing on it softly before taking a sip. "Oh!" A smile broke onto her face as she looked back at him and exclaimed, "This is my favorite! The Jasmine Dragon!" She took another sip of it before letting out a satisfied sigh. "My parents like a different one, but my dad always bought this one just for me. I'm the only who drinks it. Well, actually, sometimes Max drinks mine. But he usually doesn't drink tea."
"Oh, you must have a tight nit family."
She laughed, shaking her head. "I'm actually only close with my brother and mother. My dad is always working so I rarely see him or spend time with him."
He nodded, smiling a bit because that was how his father was like as well. "Yeah, my dad too."
"So you're close to your mom?"
"Ah, uhm. No." He coughed, looking away from her as he scratched the back of his head. "She's...she's dead. I never got to know her."
She cupped her mouth with her hand and gasped. "Oh." Was all she could manage at the time. Her eyes saddened, she scooted over closer towards him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed them gently, leaning her body against his. "I'm sorry."
He laughed gently, "No. Don't be. It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault. I'm fine." He inhaled sharply, feeling his temperature rising as she came closer towards him. Woah, she was very close now. Her body pressed against his and her hands were squeezing his shoulders. Oh that felt nice to him, he looked over at her and gave a warm smile. "Thank you May."
She then wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as her head pressed against his chest and she nuzzled against him. "If you ever need someone to talk with, you can always count on me." She stayed latched onto him, tilting her head up to look at him in the eye.
He nodded, patting her on the head. "Thanks."
She released him from her grip, but still stayed close to him. Her body leaned against his on the couch.
"Do you...do you want to see her?" He asked hesitantly.
She nodded eagerly before shaking her head and saying, "But only if you're willing! Or well, okay with it! I don't have to if it's painful for you!"
"Ah no. It's uhm. It's not painful for me." He got up from the couch and walked over towards his nightstand that was next to his bed. He grabbed one of the picture frames and brought it over to the couch. "Here." He handed it over towards May.
She took it and held it in her hands, there was a woman and man in the picture. She recognized the man to be Steven's father, now the woman next to him must be his mother. "She's beautiful." May uttered as her blue eyes took in the image of a woman wearing a a white tank top with a lilac cardigan and light blue jeans with a smile across her lush pink lips. She had beautiful long light blue hair, complimenting her silver eyes that shone like stars. "Wow."
"I know. I wish I got to know her." He sat back down on the couch, leaning over to look at the picture in May's hands. "My dad told me that she was an amazing woman." He tried to recall one of the stories that he told him. Burrowing deep in the inner depths of his mind, he struggled to remember a specific story. "Uhmm." He started, still thinking. "Oh!" He laughed a bit, thinking about it before reciting it to May, "There was a time when they were traveling through the Kanto region then they were suddenly ambushed by thieves. At that time they were only friends, but they were good friends. My dad wanted to protect her so he said, "I can deal with them, you go ahead of me." But then she told him, "And let you have all the fun? No way!" She stayed to battle by his side and they took down the band of thieves who ran out of there quick." He smiled, grabbing the picture from May's hands and holding it in his own. Looking down at it, he continued on, "That. That was when he knew she was something else. If she was willing to stick with him and deal with a rough situation like that rather than take the easy way out, then that was the girl for him." His finger brushed her face in the picture.
Someone pounded on his door. Sighing, he placed the tea can onto the counter and walked over to open his door.
"Save a rapidash, son. Ride a cowboy." Wallace said in a thick southern accent, tipping his tan cowboy hat over his eyes and pulling his pants up by the belt buckle as he spaced out his legs. "What're you doin' still in 'em petty clothes?" The champion sported a white dress shirt that was in front of a black vest. He had a red handkerchief around his neck and brown chaps over his blue jeans.
He laughed at his accent, stepping to the side and inviting him in, then closed the door behind him once he came in. "I ain't gunna ruin 'em clothes. I meet her at sun down." He mimicked the southern accent just for fun. "But on a serious note, are they going to let you in looking like that? You said it was a ritzy place."
"Yeah, don't worry. This is just to get into the restaurant without anyone from the outside recognizing me. Then the hat, scarf and chaps come off and I change shoes in the bathroom. Boom, semi-formal. Good enough for the place." He gave him a reassuring pat on the back, holding up a small bag that carried his formal shoes and his beloved white hat.
"Oh sweet, okay then." He nodded his head.
"Okay now to fix you up. Your hair is a mess! Did you even brush it after you showered?" He placed his hands on his hips and huffed. "Steven, did you even pick out an outfit?"
"Of course I did! I put the others away. The one I'm going to wear is on the bed."
Wallace walked over towards the bed, grabbing the outfit and taking a look at it. From the corner of his eye he saw that Steven had a new picture next to the one with his parents. The new one was of May and Steven standing next to both of the eon pokemon. Judging by how young they both looked in the picture, it must have been taken after they defeated team aqua to rescue latias. He gazed at the picture momentarily before leaving the clothes back on the bed and walking over to Steven. "Now to get you date ready."
"Oh man, set sail Steven Stone dreamboat! Toot toot!" Wallace grinned at the stunning male specimen in front of him. Wow, he was sure a sight for sore eyes.
Steven straightened out his tie after he got off of his skarmony. "Thanks buddy." He called him back then walked over towards Wallace.
"Come on! Give me a kiss!"
Was that May's voice? The two men looked over to their side, seeing May nearby the Anderson restaurant getting dropped off by a man who had sleek black hair. The boy gave a frustrated sigh before kissing her on the cheek.
"Wallace. Who's he?" Steven asked, frowning. He suddenly didn't feel like a dreamboat anymore, he felt as if a cannon just fired right at him.
( A/N: Thank you for all of your support! I enjoy reading your reviews (:.
Unfortunately, sweet winter break is coming to an end! Chapters will be posted at a slower rate. Probably once a week now. Stay tune for the next chapter! Any guesses on this mysterious man? )