Howdy to all you Palletshipping fans! I just want to constantly thank everyone who is supporting me in this fic (it is my first ever Palletshipping and Yaoi fic after all) It makes me so happy that I am not actually messing it up and you guys actually like it!
So as for the plot, all of us know how our dreams can run riot when we are asleep and we dream some weird things. Well, that is what happens to our lovely little Ash. What will he dream of, well that would be spoiling it wouldn't it?
Please keep up the reviews and tell me what you like so far, I love knowing people's opinions, and I can't wait to let my imagination run riot in this chapter. To all you pervy fangirls out there, this is for you!
Chapter Five: In the darkness, my heart aches at the sight of you
The feelings that ignited my body burned like a fire that I could not control. Looking up into narrowed yet beautiful eyes I felt my heart start to pulsate harder and faster, almost ramming itself against my ribcage, abusing my feelings to no end. Hot, yet tantalising breath washed over my skin causing it to melt like ice as I could not suppress my heated groans of desire.
Just seeing those eyes, the way he looked at me with a hunger that needed to be satisfied and how I could feel the warmth of his body against mine wanted me to just give in and allow him to take me.
I wanted to be Gary's, that was all I wanted.
"Ash..." He whispered, that fiery hot breath reaching for my rather sensitive ears as I felt him begin to gently tease me to no end with his tongue, softly and slowly.
Closing my eyes I could feel my breaths hitching in my throat as I longed to whine out his name and whimper under his control.
He wanted me to be his, and I could not quite believe it.
"Ash... I know how you feel about me," Gary whispered into my ears, already sensitive enough due to his abuse and I felt a shiver of Goosebumps erupt all over my body. Trembling slightly I opened my eyes and stared right into the core of emerald green ones, seeing the passion that consumed them almost made me mewl.
"You... do?" I asked, almost in a whisper as he started nuzzling my over sensitive neck, gently nibbling at the tender flesh causing a muffled groan to escape my lips.
I could feel my own body begin to writhe in lust against his, longing for more friction and more contact to take away this agonising sensation of overwhelming pleasure. He nodded against my neck as that hot breath returned to consume me entirely;
"I know you want me," He whispered seductively, now allowing his tongue to assault my neck, gently nibbling and suckling just enough to stimulate my feelings.
I released a soft moan, feeling my arousal get harder the longer he teased me to no end. I just wanted him to take me right now, I wanted him more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life.
"G-Gary..." I murmured, struggling to keep composed as he assaulted my sensitive neck, making his signature trademark so the whole world would be aware that I was his forever.
Not that I minded at all.
Whilst lost in the throws of passion I felt his hands begin to trail down my trembling body, his fingers gently caressing every sensitive patch of skin to cause me to whine and whimper in pleasure.
He was obviously enjoying this, torturing me.
His narrow and slender fingers trailed down to my waist, hooking them inside my jeans and trying to undo them whilst continuing to abuse my neck.
"G-Gary... what are you...aahh~!"
I groaned, feeling that his hands had wandered far enough and had found the treasure they had been seeking all along. He had now stopped creating his trademark on my neck and just looked into my eyes. Emerald orbs sparkled in the dim light as lust was written all over his features.
He wanted me too, it was quite obvious.
I tried to keep my mind focused on his eyes instead of the job at hand but it was useless. The feelings that were being created by the motions of his hand on my arousal were too delicious to not want to give in to. Throwing my head back into the soft pillow I cried out;
"Oh God~!"
"I'll be gentle Ashy-Boy, I promise," Gary whispered.
I could once again feel his breath on my face, closer than ever before and whilst lost in the feelings that were consuming me entirely I felt a soft pair of lips connect with mine. His were hot and burning like fire while mine just melted under his flame. I continued to breath heavily into his mouth as he assaulted my arousal, continuing to ensure I was tormented enough to not be able to take it any more, and I knew it would only be a matter of time.
As both our mouths opened whilst lost in the kiss I felt his demonic tongue that once abused my neck now entering my mouth, trying to over power my own. Even though my willpower was wilting like a dying flower I was not going to give in.
Wrapping my own arms around the taller and older boy I pulled his body closer to mine as the heat that emitted from us both shrouded the room in a soft blanket of velvet passion. His tongue continued to fight with my own, trying to win this battle, but I was not going to give in.
As the occasional moan continued to escape my own lips my tongue delicately entwined with his in a sort of courtship dance.
I had never expected a night with Gary, my Ex rival and childhood companion to be so God damn erotic!
"Aahh... Gary~!" I cried out, breaking away from the kiss as the pressure building in my stomach was getting too much. His hands were so agile and good at what they were doing so it was only natural to get so flustered and worked up.
"Don't you like it Ashy-Boy?" He teased, running his tongue down my neck and over my Adam's apple. I swallowed hard, trying to fight the urge to scream right now.
How was Gary so good at this? Had he had practise?
"I... do... G-Gary.." I murmured quietly, closing my eyes once again and my own hands wondered down the older boy's body, feeling all the smooth and subtle ridges of his spine all the way down to his waist. Tugging gently on his jeans I was sure it indicated that I too wanted some part of this abuse, it was unfair to let me take it all.
Surprisingly, with his spare hand Gary aided me in taking off his jeans, which caused my face to burn furiously.
Here he was, Gary Oak, with no jeans on or a t-shirt.
It was like Christmas and my Birthday was here all at once.
"Here, let me help you," He whispered, grabbing one of my hands and placing it underneath the material of his boxers and around his own throbbing arousal.
I whimpered at the contact of feeling another boy's erection, it was strange yet extremely erotic. I could not help but release a small moan at feeling just how warm and inviting it was.
Instinctively I followed what Gary was doing to me and copied his actions.
The heat that was emitting off our sweating bodies was almost seen to the naked eye as it was slowly beginning to steam up the windows with condensation. Groaning softly Gary trembled underneath my touch, resting his forehead against my shoulder;
"Aahh... Ash... don't... stop,"
To hear him whimpering just like I had been doing a few minutes previous was very delicious to my ears and I decided to quicken the pace. As I did that he copied me, quickening his actions on my arousal, which by now was throbbing and pulsating underneath his gentle touch.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, I was so close to the edge and all I needed was that gentle push.
"Oh God... Gary~!" I cried out, throwing my head back against the pillows and closing my eyes tightly as my body stiffened.
I knew it was coming and very soon.
"Ash... I... uhnnnnnn.." He groaned against my shoulder, breathing deeply as I knew he too was suffering just like I was. Feeling my own actions quicken up as my desire to release was extremely prominent I could feel Gary's body trembling violently due to the pressure building up.
It would not be long now.
As his fingers tightened around my arousal every stroke sent me spiralling towards oblivion, and with half lidded eyes I gave into my orgasm entirely;
"Gary... Gary... GARY!"
Suddenly I leapt up, waking myself up with own voice.
Did I just shout out loud?
Using the back of my hand I wiped away the sweat that smothered my forehead. I could still feel how fast my heart was racing inside my ribcage, thundering violently as realisation started to sink in.
SHIT SHIT SHIT! I just had dream sex with Gary Oak! GARY FRIGGIN' OAK! Oh my God...
Quickly turning my attention beside my figure I noticed, thankfully, he was not here. Good job for me he was a light sleeper and so would naturally be awake earlier than myself.
I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he did not know about my passionate dream sequence involving said emerald eyed boy. That would definitely ruin our friendship, and I was determined never to let him know about this.
As I placed my hand back down I noticed that I felt slightly wet. My eyes looked underneath the bed sheets and then it hit me like a rock.
The wetness I could feel was because of that dream, that stupid, yet, oh so damn erotic dream.
Biting into my lip in apprehension I could not believe that Gary had caused me to have a wet dream over him, I thought I had grown out of that. I had not suffered with this since I was like about Fifteen or so, but that dream did feel extremely real so it was only natural for my body to presume so.
Even so, I can't just leave on these soiled boxer shorts, that is a definite no! What if Gary comes in and sees the wet patch? It isn't going to take a genius to figure out what had caused it. Man, I'm so stupid.
Sitting upright and easing my body out of bed hastily, I walked over to the bedside table and opened one of the drawers. Luckily for me I kept spare boxers close to my bed at all times in case of emergency, and this sure was some emergency.
Whilst hurriedly removing the incriminating boxers that were covered with my criminal antics I retrieved some black ones and put those on instead. It was a relief to think that Gary would be none the wiser to my dirty dreams, and that we could carry on living together as best friends.
Oh man, who am I kidding? I don't think I am ever going to be able to look at him in the same way again, I mean for Christ's sake I had dream sex with him! It's not everyday you dream about doing sexual antics with your former rival and 'supposedly' best friend! Every time I look at him I know I will end up thinking back to that dream. I have no idea what I am going to do...
Combing my fingers through my messy hair I decided it would be beneficial if I actually found out where Gary was, knowing him he was mostly likely reading a newspaper or something.
Totally like Gary.
As I sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled out a clean T-shirt from my bedside drawer my mind kept assaulting me with mental images.
Gary leaving marks on my neck, the way he kissed me, the way he touched my...
Snap out of it Ash! Good grief, anyone would think that you're obsessed with him!
Pulling on my T-shirt and putting on my jeans from yesterday I tried my utmost to prevent my overexert mind from thinking about such devilish acts, especially if Gary was around.
He was not stupid nor naïve and he could easily read me like a book. I had to play it cool and casual around him, to not let on about this otherwise my reputation would be in ruins.
It took approximately ten minutes before I could muster the courage to see if Gary was actually still inhabiting my home. For all I knew he could of actually left without saying anything, but my suspicions proved me wrong.
As I entered the living room my eyes detected Gary's taller and slim figure, resting in the embrace of the sofa. From the looks of it he was reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. I could tell it was coffee because of that intoxicating stench.
"Good morning sunshine, so you finally decided to get your lazy ass out of bed, huh?" Gary mocked, turning his head around to see me.
I scowled, already feeling like I wanted to just leave the room and return to my bed, at least there things weren't so annoying.
"Shut up Gary, don't you ever give it a rest?"
"Now where is the fun in that?" He returned, giving me a coy smile.
I sighed and decided to sit beside him. As my body came into contact with the soft embrace of the sofa I noticed that Gary had not only made a cup for himself, but also a cup for me. It was still hot too as the steam was still billowing out of it like a steam train.
I could not help but smile at his generosity.
"By the way Ash, while you get ready to see your Mom again at the hospital I was going to pop around Gramp's place to pick up some stuff so I can stay here for longer. You know, clothes, money, that sort of stuff?"
I just looked at the emerald eyed boy, who was entirely consumed by the newspaper in his hands.
Wait, he said while I get ready? I was ready! That cheeky little...!
I reached forward to grab the cup of coffee that steadied my nerves somewhat. The comforting warmth that it generated into my skin was actually kind of soothing. Before taking a sip of the addictive liquid I replied;
"Yeah alright then, that's cool,"
As I drank from the cup Gary looked at me with a raised eyebrow over the top of his newspaper.
"That's 'cool'?" He repeated.
"Yes, that is what I said," I returned, placing the cup back down on the table.
He scoffed at my remark and turned to reading the paper.
I so wanted to smack that smug look right off that damn pretty face! Why couldn't he ever be serious with me? See, this is the biggest problem with guys like Gary, you think you know them and that they actually might be a nice guy and then, BANG! They revert back to type and you're back to friggin' square one all over again!
"Hey Ashy-Boy, I think this will be of some interest to you," He said playfully, showing me the page that would apparently grab my interest.
And grab my interest it did.
It was an advertisement, informing the readers that a carnival was being held at Viridian City over the next few days.
I could not help but smile, I loved festivals and carnivals, all those prizes to win, all that food you could eat and all the fireworks that would illuminate the sky. It was just perfect.
"Wow, it looks great!" I said, the enthusiasm obviously heard in my voice.
"Well, considering you do need to take your mind off things, I was going to suggest that we go there tonight. You know, just to unwind and relax a bit,"
I turned my attention from the page to Gary's, surprisingly serious expression.
Was he being serious? Gary was never one for lots of crowds or commotions but he wanted to go there, with me? I never would of though it possible.
I just smiled, genuinely happy that Gary had suggested something so nice for the two of us to do together. We could go after we had visited Mom in hospital, especially if it had been a bad visit. Festivals and carnivals always cheered me up.
He snatched the newspaper from my hands;
"Alright then, that is settled,"
I blinked curiously.
"Oh and one more thing," He returned, looking into my eyes once again, staring right into the core of my soul.
I swallowed hard.
"Yes?" I replied, my voice slightly shaky. He smiled coyly at me;
"Why did you shout my name earlier? It sounded kind of desperate if you ask me,"
My whole body froze as if I was encased in a block of ice.
Crap in a bucket! I wasn't expecting this! Gary heard me? Now I was going to get found out for sure. Wait! Think of an excuse, think of an excuse...
"I...had a bad dream," I lied, breathing an inward sigh of relief. The look on Gary's face said it all to me.
He was as bewildered as a Spinda.
"A bad... dream?" He repeated, trying to search for any inclination on my face that I was lying.
I had to keep up the façade or lest him find out about my dirty dream sex sequence.
That was not a possibility.
"Y-Yes... I dreamt that... you died,"
Phew, he will never figure out the real reason to why I shouted now, good going Ash!
Gary's emerald eyes sparkled as he continued to just stare at me, then after a few moments he started to chuckle and return to reading the newspaper.
"You are so silly, like that is going to happen. Come on, it's going to take something really bad to kill me off" He joked, giving me a playful wink to which I could feel my face start to burn violently once again. Turning my attention back to my coffee cup I reached for it and tried to steady my nerves.
Even though I actually hated lying to Gary it was necessary this time, I mean if he found out that I had that dream he would probably assume I am Gay or something.
Which I am not! For the record, just because I had that dream it doesn't prove anything... does it?
Taking a small sip from my cup I waited until I thought my blush faded and then decided to start up another conversation with him.
"So, did you... sleep well?" I asked, not actually caring if he did to be honest. Gary was a light sleeper so it probably was not much of a concern for him.
"Yeah, it was alright, but seriously... do your feet follow anyone you share a bed with?" He answered, giving me a stern glare.
I jumped up in shock.
Seriously, did that actually happen?
"Well I... I... don't know..." I mumbled shyly, continuing to hold my cup as a lifeline right now. Gary turned the page of his newspaper and released a small sigh;
"It's not like it was a bad thing, just, kind of weird. I mean, if it wasn't for your feet touching me in the middle of the night I probably wouldn't have known you were there,"
I felt my grip on my cup intensifying.
As if I allowed myself to do something so child like such as that.
Although, it was odd how Gary seemed to be perfectly fine with it. Looking downwards the cup in my hands I muttered;
"I am sorry,"
"Meh, don't worry about it. It's done now,"
For an odd reason I just could not look him in the face right now, I just felt like a complete and utter idiot for allowing my body to act on impulse and behave so appallingly. And it only behaved like that when I was in the vicinity of Gary, every other time it would be fine.
Strange.
Gary suddenly closed the newspaper and placed it down on the table and retrieved his own cup of coffee. As he took a sip I watched him. He just seemed completely unaffected by this, even though deep within I was so apprehensive of what he would do if he found out my true feelings.
After a few moments of awkward and uncomfortable silence between us, the tall and slim figure of Gary stood up. I just watched every movement he made, still clutching my cup like it was a matter of life and death. He turned to face me;
"Well, I am going to go see Gramp's and get some stuff. Why don't you call one of your friends and tell them about your Mom, I am sure they would all be just as worried as you are,"
I looked at the cup in my hands. It was a valid point to make after all, all my friends who had met my Mother all loved her just as much as I did so they deserved to know.
"Yeah, you are right. I'll phone them," I replied. Gary nodded.
"You do that, I won't be that long, unless Gramp's captures me and makes me do all his work for him," He chuckled at his own comment and I could not help but smile.
It was weird seeing these changes in Gary's personality, one minute he could be an obnoxious brat, but other times he could be so sensitive and kind hearted. It was weird how one person was like that.
Of course I was easy to read, like an open book and it was always easy for Gary to know what I was feeling or how I would react. That is why he constantly annoys me, he knows exactly what buttons to press, in every sense of the word.
I bit my lip in annoyance at my own thoughts.
I have got to stop thinking about Gary like that, after all, it is totally obvious that Gary is as straight as a die and there would no way he would ever consider liking or fancying another guy. It was just not his style.
My eyes watched as the emerald eyed boy waved a goodbye to me and slipped out of the front door, casually closing it behind him.
Sighing I placed my coffee cup down on the table and flopped backwards onto the sofa. My eyes scanned the ceiling as thoughts started to race in my head.
What did I actually feel for Gary? I mean, it's not like I have ever had dream sex with a man before, this was obviously a one off. But still... I did get excited about it, and it did cause me to make a mess in my boxers. Does that mean something? Even so, what if I did like Gary? There is no way he would ever like someone like me, I mean look at me. I am hardly 'boyfriend material' am I?
Oh well, I guess I need to sort out these annoying thoughts and feelings at some point. Maybe if I phone Brock and talk to him, that might help ease my tormented soul a little? Yes, that is a great idea. I'll phone Brock, after all, if he knew about my feelings for Gary he would be the one person who wouldn't turn his back on me. He was after all, a true friend.
Phew! OMFG! First Yaoi lemon ever! And to be honest, I think it went okay. I am not into OVER describing stuff and making it into porn, it just kind of spoils an erotic and sensual moment if you ask me. Please review and let me know if you guys want more of those kind of sour lemons ;)
Yes, Gary and Ash will be attending a festival together, which means, MORE FLUFFYNESS! I can't wait! I just thought it would be fun to write something like that. And yes, how I put in that Gary heard Ash scream his name. Thought I would want to embarrass our little Ash there ;)
Anyway thank you all who are reviewing and faving Fire and Ice, you guys rock! It's because of you I continue writing, and in the later chapter there will be some in Gary's point of view too, just to liven things up.
Well, I'll be off now, I've rambled too much. See you in the next chapter, Ciao!