Twenty-Four Hours
FOUR AM | improved luck or victory over a specific set of deterring circumstances
It was a running joke that gym leaders could never hope to date in the likely event of trainer jealousy – a term coined over how much their Pokemon disliked sharing with others. It often occurred after years of having certain Pokemon, making bonds tougher than stone and trading highly discouraged by that point. Having a Pokemon of opposite gender was just asking for it, and Green had earned many tails to the face from Eevee whenever conversations with other lady trainers became too long for her tastes (usually by after ten seconds).
It seemed Pikachu had a streak of trainer jealousy in him as well. Naturally, it was perfectly fine for him and Eevee to chase each other in the cave, roll around on the floor together, and bump foreheads and cheeks, but all hell broke loose if Green attempted any contact with Red. A pat to the shoulder would be knocked away by Pikachu's tail (with a few hundred volts of electricity sneaking in, the brat), a hug would be broken with Eevee wriggling in between their chests, and the few times he gathered up the guts to plant a kiss on Red's cheek would always end up on someone who was definitely not Red. Pikachu certainly seemed delighted to receive the kisses, and even more delighted to then jump over to Red and snatch a kiss from him with Green watching.
They were enjoying it, sure, but Green wasn't going to surrender to all his crushed dreams. He waited, remained patient, calculated all his moves to get Red away from their Pokemon for at least two seconds so he could take his chance. He found his opportunity at the ridiculous hour of four am, when Pikachu and Eevee were blissfully asleep and when Red was just starting to wake up in preparation for daily training.
For once, he was grateful for Red's silence and stupid waking hours. The Champion gave him an odd look but asked no questions as Green shifted around in their sleeping bag and took Red's chin in his hand. Red's flat expression seemed to show no anger or complaint; just a little impatience, so Green took it as his cue to hurry up and get on with it. He couldn't help but tease Red a little first, touching their foreheads together and bumping the tips of their noses, then he finally closed the gap to kiss him.
He'd never run down a mountain so fast before, enforced by a yellow rat determined to zap his heart still and Eevee shredding his scarf to threads.