Hello again, and welcome (again) to the author's note. This is the long awaited chapter that has the lemon in it, so if you're not down with lemon (even though its very mild compared to others) i suggest you skip this over. Also, I beseech you not to be nitpicky about the tense I'm writing in...I tried a billion times to fix it but this chapter just gave me a hard time. If you're that annoyed by things like that, I suggest you pick a tense you like now and read it as such...ignoring my mistakes. And as a side note, the original copy that Ash wrote of this fanfic was only four chapters, I thought that this chapter here needed to stand on its own and be seperate from the ending. Now, please enjoy the shonen-ai goodness that follows. :)

Chapter Four

The next morning rolled around, and I—in my usual half-asleep daze—rediscovered what wakefulness was and slowly, painfully opened my eyes. I was only startled for a second when I found Roark sleeping quite peacefully barely three inches from my face. But the previous night's memories rushed back the next second and I smiled at him.

Over the course of the night he and I had shifted closer together than I remember we had been going to sleep (and I had nothing to do with it, so don't go pointing fingers). And, I noticed, as I shifted a bit, that his one arm was hanging loosely around my waist. Inwardly I laughed at how he was unknowingly coming onto me. In his sleep no less.

Now if that's not cute…hell, I don't know what is.

I slowly get up and put his arm back on his side of the bed, then move to get to my feet. As can be expected, I was surprised when I felt Roark grabbing hold of my hand and refusing to let me up. I turn and look down on him and realize he's mumbling something.

I listen.

Chancing both knocking myself off the side of the bed and waking Roark, I sit bolt upright, shocked. He was moaning my name. Half of me wants to know what's going on in his dream that would call for him do be doing that. The other half…not so much. Cause' any body you ask could tell you that when a person is moaning somebody's name…it generally points to sex.

I sat still and watched him for a few minutes more. His other arm eventually became draped around my waist again, and I fought the urge to squirm in anticipation. I figure I should wake him up. After all, I can't take this much stress so early in the morning. Plus if we don't get up soon, I won't be able to get him back to Oreburgh in time for his Gym (and mine too, for that matter) to open. I reached out a hand and shook his shoulder a bit to no real avail. He just slept. He's like a big kitten, is what he is. Like Luxio before he evolved; all he did was lay around the house and sleep. So I figured, if I can't appeal to his wakeful state of mind (because anybody's awake mind would tell them to snap to attention if someone's shaking their shoulder), I'd appeal to his dream instead.

I leaned in and softly kissed him. In my head I saw it like one of those morning soap opera's where the husband kisses his wife good morning and she slowly opens her eyes and his all 'good morning, sweetie' and everything is hunky-dory…Like hell it happened like that here in reality.

Roark's eyes flit open for just a second and he surprises me by kissing back. I don't quite know what happened (I blame the stress and the I'm-not-awake-yet factor), but all of a sudden Roark's on top of me and that simple little kiss turned passionate. I could feel him licking inside my mouth, and our tongues collided and did a dance. He probably still thinks he's dreaming is what it is. I know he'd never have the guts to do this if he was aware that he was.

He slowly works down my neck and I moan when he hits a hot spot. He continued moving down and began to lap at my nipples. I cried out in pleasure; it felt way too good to be true, but…dear God this is the equivalent to all my fantasies rolled into one! Roark copied his ministrations on my other nipple, and I groaned. It felt good, but it had to stop soon…after all what was he gonna say when he woke up?

I felt him hook his fingers under my pants then pull them down so I was only in my boxers. I had to stop it, for both our good. I flipped us around, so he couldn't go anywhere, leaned over and bit down on a spot at the base of his neck. The shock got his attention, and he was suddenly wide eyed,

"O-Oh…my God…" he stammered, blushing heavily. I could see the tears in his eyes and watched as they spilled down his cheeks, "I-I'm s-so sorry…I…I didn't…I just…"

I shushed him quietly, trying to comfort him, and softly kiss his forehead. He's trembling. I knew it would happen; I should have stopped it before it got anywhere. I'm sure he could have handled another make out…but this…

I sat back and pulled Roark into a hug, rubbing his back and doing everything my panicked brain could think of to calm the poor kid down. I keep whispering "Its okay, its okay." To him. He's just to psyched out to hear a word of it. Finally I tighten my arms around him and bring our lips together in a deep kiss. When I pull back he's looking up at me, his eyes all puffy and red from crying. I wipe away his tears,

"Roark, listen, you gotta' calm yourself down." I said, "This is all totally unnecessary. Nobody's bleeding, hurt, dead, or even angry. There's no reason to cry…"

"Wha-what do you mean no reason?" he tries to snap his reply, but his voice is shaking too much for it to be convincing, "You…you saw what I almost just did!"

I lifted a hand and petted his hair,

"And so what?" I reply firmly, "You're alright, aren't you?" he shakes his head and swallows a fresh wave of tears, "And why not?"

"Because I'm such an idiot!" he says, "I almost just had sex with you outside of my dreams!" he paused and second, then realized what he'd just admitted to and blushes heavily, "I didn't…just say that…" he mumbled and buried his face in his hands and began to cry again. I couldn't just sit there and watch him go down in tears, my heart couldn't take it…Even though he's so young, and barely knows left from right…none of it matters. I love him.

"Shh, Roark, its okay," I say and draw him into a tight embrace, "Really, it doesn't matter…don't cry…in fact, I think that's kinda' sexy…" At my final comment he sniffles a little and looks up at me,

"Really?"

"Sure do," I answer and smile. He seems to calm down a little bit, despite a few nervous squirms (in the midst of which I look down and realize that he's hard, but he's trying to hide it so I pretend not to notice). We sat together for several minutes more until Roark was sure he had secure control of himself again.

"So," I said finally, pained that I was the one to bring it up, "Ready to get up? If we don't leave soon we'll never make it to Oreburgh in time."