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Chapter 8: What Happens Behind Closed Doors-and Coffee Tables
Truth be told there was a time in my life, most of my life, where if anyone had told me that I would fall in love with a Tauros-headed teenager (A boy at that), aggressively defend him in a battle against Team Magma and proceed to take the boy home that I would cringe and highly recommend that they had a thorough mental examination; regardless here I am in that exact predicament.
The walk to my home from the Space Center was pleasant. I was given the opportunity to chat casually with Brendan- who in my opinion was Arceus in human form. Brendan babbled about his Pokémon almost the entire time, but that didn't bother me in the slightest. It was refreshing to see a passion in him that wasn't for the Pokémon Champion. Even every now and then our fingers brushed, sending an electrifying tingle up my spine; Every time I meekly shoved my hands in my pant pockets.
Once and a while dazzling beryl eyes would catch mine; I would catch smile that made my heart skip a beat. I was turning into someone completely different.
"So Steven, you never explained why you came to the Space Center in the first place." Brendan hinted scuffing his heels along the dirt path.
"I was actually staying at a friend's house when I got a call asking me for help. I mean I couldn't really turn them down…I live here and all…" I smiled as black brows furrowed.
"What kind of friend?" I smirked as the boy grumbled; it was plain to see that the thought of a love interest bothered him.
"Not that it's any of your business, but he's my best friend…and your next gym leader to beat." His eyes shot up to mine again.
"You're best friends with Wallace? You're lying!" A small chuckle wiggled its way out of my chest as I pushed my hair back.
"Yes, he's a real sweetheart. You'd better not beat him too badly or you'll have me to deal with." I must admit it was fun to tease him, I always felt so accomplished to see a faint blush dust his cheeks at my handiwork.
"I was actually stunned…I had no idea you could battle like that…I don't think I could ever beat you." I stopped in my tracks and grabbed Brendan by the shoulder, staring him square in the eye.
"Yes you could." I just grinned as his eyes widened and a huge smile crept across his face.
"You really think so?" Turning to walk again, I shoved my hands in my pockets and took a deep breath of the salt air.
"I know so."
I could see my house just a block or so away from where we were walking; I froze stiff.
There was no way I could take Brendan inside my house. What would he think of me if he saw the place?
It was horrible and everyone knew it. Wallace constantly reprimanded me on the condition of my house.
Seeing as I was rarely ever home to live in the mess of paperwork and rocks, I had little need of furniture…or much food. My little house was a complete wreck.
"Hold on Brendan. I just remembered that my house is kind of a complete…well, disaster." He just beamed up at me and shrugged.
"How bad could it be? I still want to go, I need to sit down somewhere soon…I'm actually still a little lightheaded." I could feel the mother Torchic deep inside me screaming to get the boy into the safety of my home.
How strange.
I grabbed his little hand and led him to my home at a faster pace than before; I held his hand all the way to the door. Every second that I was able to touch the teen was a blessing.
"Welcome to my crappy little 2 ½ room home, complete with an entertainment room, kitchenette and bathroom. Make yourself at home." I chimed as I flung open the door.
Brendan snickered and kicked off his sneakers at the door. I followed him in- catching quite a good glance of his tight haunches.
"Oh and by the way there's no couch. Or bed…or chairs" He quirked an eyebrow at me; Why did he have to be so cute?
"Well that's dumb. Where do you sleep?" I blushed with the full awareness that normal adults had bedrooms and proper furniture, but I just can't be normal can I?
I grabbed his hand again and led him to the centerpiece of my entertainment room: my bed-table. I could tell the boy was trying to hold back his laughter at my ridiculous bed, but I didn't care. Table-bed is better than no bed.
Swiftly, I ducked under the hunk of wood and settled myself amongst the sea of pillows and blankets. When Brendan didn't follow me under, I stretched out a hand and splayed it open for his.
"Come on in, you've probably never seen anything like this." To my absolute thrill, he grabbed my hand and slowly crouched under my dining room table with me.
I watched in silent delight as garnet eyes widened like saucers and Brendan flopped face first into my mountain of pillows. He threw his arms above his head and rolled around to face the "ceiling" of the table.
"You know…at first I thought this was insane. But now that I'm in this bed…It's really cozy. Like a little fluffy cave." He smiled over at me, causing my cheeks to burn. "It suits you; you're always in caves aren't you?"
"I suppose you could say that. Rock collecting is my hobby." He patted the pillows beside him with a tiny gloved hand for me to come lay down next to him; obviously I quickly obeyed. Nestled next to the boy of my dreams in my warm little makeshift bed, I sighed contentedly. I would have never imagined things to be like this, even just temporarily. Even if he still loved the 'Champion'.
"Brendan if you don't mind me asking, what do you think you'd be doing if you weren't spending all of your time pursuing the Champion?" Ruby eyes locked on mine and narrowed in thought.
"Actually I've never really thought of that…I'd probably try to be a Pokémon contest coordinator. Or a fashion designer! But I still think I'd rather have a go at the Champion…" He blushed a bit and chewed on his bottom lip. "I can always follow those plans after I'm living happily ever after with him." My eyebrows furrowed and I shot him a skeptical look.
"That's childish. There's no such thing as happily ever after." He looked up at me and stuck his tongue out.
"You're just jealous." That hit the nail on the head- super effective. Not that I could let him know that. I had to maintain some pride.
"Why would I be jealous? What is there to be jealous of?" I retorted. Who's jealous now, huh?
Brendan blushed brighter and pulled his cap off of his head, kneading it between his hands and staring down at it. Stop looking so meek and delectable.
What in the world was happening to my thoughts? Have I always been so starved?
"Well…I thought when…when you…the other day…that…" How could I ever forget that splendid moment the other day?
"What about the other day?" I couldn't help but taunt him, he was being so bashful. He huffed and looked up at me with hopeful crimson eyes.
I was really just trying to cover up my feelings.
"I thought it meant you liked me." My heart fluttered at the words. If only my feelings could be returned…
"Possibly. What are you trying to get at?" I couldn't bear the hurt of flat out rejection if I told him my feelings now.
For a moment, I swear I could feel those beautiful eyes watching my lips.
"You know, that was my first kiss ever with a man." Was he getting closer?
"Mine as well." It came out as no more than a breath.
I felt his small hand reach up and slide against the back of my neck.
"I've actually…kind of been wondering if we could…do it again." My face must have flushed completely red by that point, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead he hesitated and looked up at me with hurt in his striking eyes.
"You do like me don't you? Why did you leave me before? What did I do wrong? I'm just getting so many mixed signals from you…I mean I thought you hated me, then you hugged and kissed me…what am I supposed to think?" The hot whisper fanned across my lips.
This is torture.
His gloved hands slid themselves to my cheeks and held my face firmly.
"Well…actually I-I-" I was cut off by a horrible pain. It felt like someone was shoving a knife into my ankle. I screamed in poor Brendan's face and kicked my leg, finding the source of my pain.
My sweet little Aron unlatched itself from my skin and trotted up happily to meet Brendan, stepping on my face as he crossed. Brendan gasped and took the little thing into those hands that I craved to be on my skin and pushed his nose up against the brat's head.
"Well aren't you cute!" Brendan snuggled my Aron affectionately while I rubbed my aching ankle. I don't think I've ever had such an intense urge to hit a Pokémon. Aron squealed in delight and nuzzled Brendan's cheek. Brendan gently rubbed the underside of my Aron who rolled onto his back and wiggled his stubby legs in the air. "Who's a good little girl? Who's a good-"
"Boy." I corrected irritably, inspecting the damage on my leg; no broken skin, thank Arceus.
"My bad…I've met him before but he's never been this loveable, what level is this little cutie-pie?" It was almost annoying to listen to Brendan baby-talk to my Aron, but Brendan was being delightful; My Aron getting all of his attention was the annoying part.
"I think he's level 98 or near that at least. He probably just wants food…" Brendan looked shocked at my little metal companion. Then I watched a faint flush raise on Brendan's cheeks.
"Uhm…speaking of food do you have anything that…" I heard the quiet gurgle of Brendan's stomach and snorted.
"Of course, I think I have something in the kitchenette."
After a few minutes of digging around I found that, to my dismay, all that was in my mini-fridge was berries.
How embarrassing.
"All I have is Razz, Sitrus, and Pamtre berries. If you want I could go out and get you something…" I was ashamed to have so little to offer, but he could have anything he wanted. To my surprise his head popped out from under the table, grin plastered on his face, and chuckled.
"There's no need for that, Sitrus berries are totally my favorite!" I pulled out 3 yellow berries and walked them over to Brendan.
"Wonderful! You can have all of them." He took the large fruit into his little hands. Oh how much I wanted to touch and kiss those hands…
"All of them? Are you sure?" I plopped down in front of him.
"Well I'm not going to eat them…" I felt a tiny warm hand grasp my cheek as the boy leaned forward and kissed my cheek lightly.
"Thank you so much." He whispered in my ear, quickly returning under the table to shove half of a berry into his mouth.
My cheek burned as if a Blaziken had just used Flamethrower on it. I held my hand to my face as I watched Brendan disappear under some sheets with his fruit.
What did this mean? Did he actually like me? He did want to kiss me earlier…
If he did actually feel for me this way, did it make my feelings okay? Did it mean that I could seek his affection? What if I was getting mixed signals? I honestly never had been in this position with anyone before. My face is so hot. Couldn't I just hold him for a little while?
My thoughts were interrupted when Brendan spoke up again, peeking his face out from under the sheets.
"Steven, are you sure you don't want any?" I was baffled for a few seconds until I could respond properly- face still smoldering from the kiss.
"Um… I'm fine, thank you." Black hair appeared from beneath the sheet and Brendan stared up at me with imploring eyes. Goosebumps forcefully invaded every centimeter of my skin.
"Only a little bit! Please?" I knew that he would be hurt if I didn't consent, or at least pretend to be; I simply could not bring myself to hurt him again. So with a sigh of defeat I scooted myself closer to the table- the flame in my cheek only a small ember now. "Come under with me!" He giggled happily, sliding further away from me beneath the table. It was so predictable of him to make me follow.
As soon as I was fully under the piece of furniture Brendan threw the sheet over my head so that we were both covered. It was like some sort of cheaply made Ghastly costume without eyes- had the Pokémon had two heads. I actually felt rather childish under my crappy table and a sheet with the boy of my dreams. It felt nice. I furrowed my brow in confusion as he took a large bite out of the second Sitrus berry.
"What are you doing? This is ridiculous." Was this a dream? I could only dream to be in such close quarters with Brendan on his own terms.
Without warning those wonderfully small hands were groping my neck, fingers itching around for as much skin as possible. I looked in those perfect ruby eyes and saw something I would have never imagined. There was no mistaking the need clear in his eyes. They were yearning, calling out for-for…me?
Then those delicious lips crashed against mine I gasped- allowing the teen full access to my mouth. Not that I had any disputes against that…
Along with the warm tongue I felt a piece of fruit slip into my mouth, still gaping like a water-type Pokémon, and tried to swallow the berry without choking. His tongue had the sweet tartness of the berry; I was aching for the taste.
My hands hiked their way to his soft face and glued themselves there, my thumbs gently rubbing at his cheeks. I shivered when a small noise escaped his throat.
Suddenly he was on top of me and pulling gently at my hair, his tongue forcing itself as far as possible into my mouth. All of the foreign sensations were so wonderful and pleasing and surprisingly natural. I contented myself with smoothing my tongue over his lip whilst he prodded eagerly into my own mouth.
I was overwhelmed with the sensations, more touching and feeling than I think I had ever done in my life. I didn't want to miss a second of it. The warm breath gusting over my skin, the small hands pulling at my hair every so often, the warm sweet tongue pulsing in my mouth and the smell of salt water on his skin flabbergasted my brain. I would have been blissful continuing on like this forever.
After a few more moments of caressing soft skin with my calloused fingers and running silky strands of black hair through my fingers, I paused. I needed a few moments to clear my head; everything had become hazy and warm under the weight of Brendan's slight frame.
"Wait, wait…Brendan wait." I pulled my mouth away. I could see the fear of rejection in his eyes. He obviously didn't want things to be like last time. I rubbed his cheek with my thumb and stared up at his lovely eyes while my brain continued to drown in a lusty haze.
"I need a few minutes to clear my head. I don't know if…" his eyes were wide, fingers curled tightly in my hair. After a large sigh I closed my eyes again and brushed my fingers against his neck. "Just give me a little bit of time please." He nodded aversely and nuzzled his face into my chest, kissing lightly at my collar. I could hear a slight pout in his voice when he spoke up.
"How much time?" I stroked his soft hair.
"I'm not quite sure." The haziness began to clear itself as I mulled over my options.
I could continue fooling around with Brendan and pretend like there wasn't a giant mess that we had to deal with; we could just live blissfully in the moment and deal with that bump when we had to- but folly didn't suit me.
I could stop this and make him realize that I'm not the person he wanted, I could deprive myself of him when he had finally come to desire me; after all he was just a child.
My choice of action was to distract him and put off dealing with either these problems. I couldn't get myself any deeper involved with him at the moment, but I could still be with him; and that was plenty enough for me.
Now my only concern was to distract him from his previous, although blissful, actions.
"Brendan, how are you feeling after that battle? Do you need anything else?" Brendan scooted himself up and settled to kiss at my neck, chilling my spine.
"I'm good." He mumbled, lips latching themselves to my skin, tongue exploring.
"That's a relief. You know…I've never been so aggressive before. I don't know what happened during that battle, I just snapped. I'm rather ashamed of how I dealt with it, but if my actions kept you safe…I'm glad." He kissed at my neck harder this time, biting gently every so often. I had to fight hard to keep my brain from hazing over again. "How about your travels, do you need anything for them? Items? Sleep? How about a shower? It would probably feel wonderful after spending all of that time crossing Route 124. How long did that take you by the way?" Brendan pulled away from my neck and sighed.
"You know, if you don't like me you could just say so Steven. I can go somewhere else."
Is that what he thought? Where in the world did he get that idea?
"Of course I like you! I…I just don't know if I'm ready to do this. I can't just let myself go wild…that's ungentlemanly…" he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed himself up to look at me, ruby eyes hooded.
"But I want you to." He dove in for a kiss and caught my lips in his for a moment, but I forced myself to press his face back.
"No, you don't want me to. You don't want me." The boy frowned and his eyebrows scrunched tightly.
"I do." He pressed forward for another kiss, but I had to stop him.
"No Brendan, you don't want me. You want the champion. And you know it as well." Brendan didn't push forward again, he just looked down at me sadly and averted his eyes. He rested his head back on my chest and placed his small hands against my heart.
"…I know." Small fingers curled against my shirt. "But I do want you."
This was getting painful. Couldn't I just tell him so that we could both be happy and have each other?
"You don't want me, Brendan. It's OK. I understand." His fingers clutched the fabric of my dress shirt.
"I do! But I've worked so hard to get close to him…" His hands started shaking a little. "And what if you were right? What if you were right? I'm just a greedy brat…he won't even look my way."
I said that? What kind of creature animal AM I?
"That's not true at all though, he'll love you. I know him pretty well. I know what he'll see in you." What an understatement.
He sniffled and I rubbed his back gently. He really could be just like a defenseless child. It was endearing how open he was.
"You don't know." He mumbled. I smiled a little and brushed the back of my fingers against his cheek.
"I know." He grabbed his other berry from the sheets and sniffled while he finished the last of it, dripping a puddle of juice on my chest. He picked up his head and kissed my jaw lightly. I noticed that he was smiling up at me.
"I hope the Champion's just like you." You'd be surprised, kid. I just chuckled, trying to hide my uneasiness at the remark. Brendan rolled off of me and sat up running a hand through his now-messy hair. "I think I'll take you up on that offer for a shower now, if you don't mind…" Brendan smiled meekly.
"I don't mind at all." I grabbed that warm hand once more and led him out from my disheveled 'bed'.
I don't think I had ever had such a wonderful time beneath the sheets of my bed before that day.
I decided to pass the time while Brendan showered by lying in my bed and petting my selfish Aron, having gotten over the ankle incident.
I understand it was rather odd, but I found myself enjoying the scent Brendan left on my pillows; it was salty and sweet. I began to get desperate to keep my thoughts from wandering to something unsuitable; my Aron lost interest in me when my attention was no longer directed at him, so he scampered off. I didn't care. I just couldn't get the image of the teen's young shower-soaked body out of my head. It was a thought that chilled my skin and heated my stomach. My brain gladly elaborated on the details of his lithe frame, smooth skin warm from the water with small droplets running down every centimeter of his soft body.
I pressed my face harder into the pillow, trying to get as much of his scent as possible.
I could just imagine what those warm delicate hands would feel like against my bare skin, the thought made my stomach flip like an Aipom. I knew my face was flushing when I felt my nether regions began to stiffen. I was uncontrollable.
Both of my fists clung to the pillow and my breathing became unsteady. Unfortunately my creative imagination wasn't done yet. My mind's eye developed some incredibly clear images of Brendan writhing in my sheets. He was arching beautifully with the most erotic expression on his face. I could practically hear him panting as my mind continued to fabricate a sensual clip of this gorgeous teen.
His fingers were knotted tightly in my hair once more pulling roughly, our teeth clashed once and a while his as lips crashed against mine sloppily. His chest arched upwards and one leg hooked around my waist as he pulled me close against his bare body. Our skin pulsed together, our breathing became one and our hands starved.
The pressure in my pants was beginning to get uncomfortable, and as much as I did not want to relieve myself with Brendan anywhere near me, I couldn't stop my hands from reaching down and unzipping my slacks. My breathing was staggered and airy and my hips drove themselves into the pile of pillows beneath me. Something close to a whimper escaped my throat as I gripped the pillow tightly and huffed again. I really didn't want to pleasure myself to him. It didn't feel right.
And yet at the same time it still felt so right.
I began to slide a hand down my hips when my phone started buzzing wildly in my back pocket, dropping my stomach to my toes like a cinderblock. My hand quickly grabbed the vibrating cell out of my pants and lifted it up to my face.
I forgot to call Wallace. For crying out loud…
It wasn't like I could ignore his call, as much as I wanted to. Reluctantly, I answered the phone and pressed it against my ear with a shaky hand.
"Yes Wallace?" His voice was high and worried on the other end.
"Steven! Are you ok? How did everything go? Where are you? What are you doing?" I sighed and tried to steady my voice when I spoke, presumably failing.
"I'm fine. Things were fine. I'm home. Brendan's here." I heard a gasp from the other end of the phone.
"How in Arceus did that happen? Why is he in your home? What are you doing?" I chewed my lip as I tried to force aside any mental images of Brendan showering, again failing.
"He's wet and naked." I gasped in horror of what slipped out of my mouth. Where did those words possibly come from? Wallace sputtered and gasped for breath.
"Steven Stone! What in Hoenn has gotten into you? I demand an explanation this instant!" He was practically squealing. I couldn't believe what had just come out of my mouth; I mean it was bad enough that those thoughts were in my head, but good gracious.
"I'm so sorry. What I meant to say was that he's the shower. I-I don't even know where that came from." Wallace sighed into the phone; I could picture the flamboyant man with a hand to his chest and face frazzled as ever.
"Don't you dare do that to me again! I'm too young to deal with that kind of stress. My poor heart can't take this kind of thing." I chewed on my lip as my hips involuntarily shoved themselves harder into the pillows. The friction almost made me moan, Arceus forbid that happen.
"Steven, are you alright? You sound winded; are you sure everything at the Space Center was fine? Why didn't you call me? I was worried sick." I bit onto my hand to repress a moan.
"I'm fine. It's nothing. I just got sidetracked." Wallace, being his typical self, decided to pry into the full story more.
"What about you and Brendan? How is everything from the other day? Why is he at your house?" Why did he have so many bothersome questions?
Then again I suppose any question would be bothersome whilst trying to suppress a persistent hard-on.
"Things are…going. I'm just not sure what to do anymore. Why did I have to go and develop feelings for someone?" It then occurred to me that talking to Wallace could potentially distract me from my problem and make it disappear.
"Honey, that's what's supposed to happen. What are you having problems with?" I propped my chin on a pillow and drew my spare hand to rest at my cheek.
"He still likes my alter ego more than me, but I can't hold myself back much longer. I mean couldn't the kid just do his research? It's not like my being the you-know-what is a secret anyway!" I tried to muffle my irritation with the pillow.
"And why can't you just tell him?"
"He doesn't want to know…plus I don't want to be rejected."
"I hope the Champion's just like you." Those words flashed through my thoughts, but they couldn't be true.I heard a frustrated sigh from the other line.
"Steven, what makes you think that putting off possible rejection will change the outcome when he ultimately discovers that you are the Pokémon champion?" Although Wallace proposed a good question, I had already fretted over that minor detail.
"I was hoping I could get him to like me before he found out…"
"That is so childish! Come on now Steven, what made you think that was a good idea?"
"It actually worked." I agreed with Wallace on this one, but facts showed that Brendan started to develop feelings for me. By this time I had almost completely forgotten the problem in my slacks, and was relived to discover that the problem was almost solved.
"That's…wonderful. I guess you didn't make such a bad decision after all. But why can't you tell him now?"
Good question.
Well first of all there's the fact that he's a child; I don't know anything about my sexuality at this point and I don't think I'm ready to face my demons and come out as a possibly gay man, I had a reputation to uphold after all; His dad is my boss and could potentially destroy my life; And then there was my dad.
Now that was a bridge I was not willing to cross any time soon.
"I'm not too sure." Smooth recovery.
"You should consider throwing caution to the wind and just going for it. It seemed to work for you so far." Wallace sighed into the speaker and I considered the possibilities of that. "And if he somehow returned your feelings and sacrificed his 'champion' to be with you it would be so romantic. Just like something out of a novel."
"I don't think I'm ready to tell him." My stomach still felt queasy from the thought of coming out to my father. I couldn't even imagine what his reaction would be.
On the bright side my lower regions were no longer throbbing!
I heard a door close before Wallace could get out a response, my head snapped up out of the pillow. There was Brendan standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a bath towel. My throat dried up like route 111.
"Listen, I've got to go. I'll call you back." I ignored any protest the water-trainer tried to come up with as I hung up and tossed my phone into the sheets. I was suddenly aware of how closely the teen was watching me.
"Ready to tell who what?" The teasing voice came from across the room. I choked on my tongue as I realized that the boy had been listening to my conversation. Quick be suave! Be suave!
"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a call in from work." I tried not to stare at his smooth, wet torso as he came closer, but it was so difficult. I kept catching glimpses of his pert nipples that were standing against a smooth white plane of skin. I felt my pants tighten again; I resisted the urge to swear under my breath.
"What do you work as?" lean legs were so close as he sat down in front of me. I felt lightheaded as I watched a drop of water roll from his neck down his torso. I had to avert my eyes; those pink nubs were just too tempting.
"Um…I work with my father." He propped his chin on a palm and grinned at me.
"What do you do for him?"
My jaw hung for a moment, heart throbbing against my breast plate as I tried to ignore the pulsing issue in my pants.
"He has me run errands and do paperwork; nothing too exciting." Did he just bat his eyelashes?
"Fascinating. Where does Pokémon training fit in with being a stuffy business man?" I shrugged off his question and clutched the sheets in one hand. I had seen my fair share of shirtless men in my lifetime, but I had never been attracted to any of them. I felt like I was going to explode.
"Brendan not to be candid, but where are your clothes?"
"They're in the bathroom. If it's not too much trouble could I throw them in your washer? That is if you have one." My heart leapt at boldness he showed, it was similar to the spunk he bared when we first met.
"Of course you can. Would you like to borrow some clothes in the meantime?" If he didn't accept my offer I thought I would die.
"That would be awesome." I sighed in relief and crawled backwards from the table so he couldn't see me zip my slacks as I stood up. I tried to act casually as I made my way to the closet. I pulled open the door to find a plethora of white dress shirts and black slacks; none of which would fit Brendan. I gnawed anxiously on my lip as I dug through the piles of clothes, finally coming across a pair of grey fleece sweat pants and an old t-shirt. I tossed the clothes to Brendan and began my trek to the bathroom; all the way across the room. I had to pass him and hide the strain in my pants at the same time.
The fates were against me when halfway across the room, Brendan dropped the towel from his waist without warning and stood, back facing me, stark naked in the middle of my home. I felt like I was going to pass out when I caught a glimpse of his firm hindquarters. I couldn't hold back a gasp, but I tried to keep it silent. I could feel my dry mouth fill with saliva as I tried to pry my eyes away from his young skin and continue to the bathroom. My feet moved much faster until I threw myself into the bathroom and closed the door.
It was safe to allow my breathing to turn into a gentle pant, but I had to be careful. I propped myself against the tile wall and unzipped my pants completely. The only thing I could think to do right now was to hide my erection. I slammed my eyes closed and tucked the appendage beneath the elastic of my underwear, zipping my pants back up and holding it in place with my belt. I was uncomfortable, but it would have to do while I took care of his clothes. I grabbed the pile of clothes off of my floor and tucked them under my arm. Luck would have it that I missed his underwear when I picked the clothing up. I felt my cheeks burn at the sight of the small pair of grey briefs on my floor.
The humidity in the room made me feel sweaty, I was just so flustered at the moment that I couldn't do anything but snatch up the briefs and shove them into the pile of clothes under my arm.
I practically ran through the house to put the load in the washer; I was desperate for privacy to put an end to my "reoccurring problem." I was pouring detergent into the machine when I felt a warm hand on my arm. I couldn't hold back a flinch of surprise. I dropped the lid to the washer and started the load when the hand slid to my side.
"Thank you." I hadn't realized how close Brendan was to me until I felt his breath against my neck. I pulled away from the hand and turned away from him awkwardly. I wasn't comfortable being so close to him in my 'state.'
"It's no problem. I'm going to go take a shower now if you don't mind." I found myself rushing to the bathroom; I was too frantic to look at him.
Once the door was locked behind me I tore out of my pants as fast as possible; erection weeping to be free of my belt. I stumbled to turn on the shower to mask any uncontrolled noises that escaped my unbridled mouth. I peeled off my shirt and climbed into the warming water. Clenching my eyes closed, a cold hand reached down to stroke my sore member. It felt wonderful.
My fingers curled around the base and slowly slid themselves up and down the shaft, I bit down on my lip to try and suppress my moaning. The water was now a pleasant temperature against my skin. My hand gained a steady speed and I leaned against the shower wall for support. My wild imagination started acting up again, replacing the picture of my hand on my throbbing member with the small soft one of Brendan's. Just the thought of his smooth skin against mine made me moan into my free palm. My lungs were heaving for air as my hand squeezed harder and thrashed against my skin.
Brendan's soft tongue in my mouth; Brendan's tender hand jerking unsteadily at my pulsating erection; Brendan's warm, sweet breath against my lips; Brendan's pert nipples rubbing against my abdomen; Brendan's long legs twined around my body; Brendan's slender fingers knotted in my hair and tugging as roughly as possible.
My hips began to thrust erratically into my hand and I tried to muffle my cries of pleasure. My knees felt weak as my fingers grasped tightly, other hand trailed to stroke at the sore spots on my neck that the teen had previously abused.
Brendan's exploring mouth on my skin; Brendan's slender hips in my arms; Brendan's small grey briefs being torn from his body; Brendan's tight, bare butt. Brendan, Brendan, Brendan.
All of my senses were overwhelmed by the thought of the brunette. My other hand clutched at my member with my other, mind fogged over and mouth gaping.
Brendan whimpering my name in pure ecstasy as he arched perfectly beneath me, clutching to my skin as if his life depended on it.
Brendan, Brendan, Brendan…
"B-Brendan" slipped from my lips like lava. My head jerked back as the white heat of orgasm shook my body. I quickly shoved the back of my wrist against my mouth as I rode out the pleasure, hand slick with white fluid. I relied solely on the tiled wall for support as I allowed the hot water to rinse me clean. My chest throbbed as I waited for the grogginess to fade so that I could properly clean myself.
I was slightly ashamed at how elaborate and sensual my fantasies were becoming, but at the same time it made my release better than it ever had been before. I felt dirty deep past my skin because of these illusions. No amount of soap would clean me this time.
I walked into the living room wrapped snuggly in a robe, surprised to find Brendan nowhere in sight. I scuffed my way to the closet, quickly stepping into a pair of sweatpants before looking around for him; his shoes were still at the door after all.
It wasn't much of a search for Brendan once I heard some soft snoring and rustling from under the table. I crouched down to find him curled up in my comforter sleeping peacefully. I sat down and took the opportunity to memorize every small detail of his face. Long dark lashes were perfect against his pink cheeks; everything about him was just so lovely. He shifted in his sleep mumbling something incoherent under his breath. When his bangs fell to the side as he moved, then I noticed something that I had never seen before. There were two rather large scars along his hairline. My jaw dropped at the sight of the healed wounds on his head. I couldn't imagine the pain the injury must have caused him.
Was this why he constantly wore that red and white hat? My fingers ached to touch the scar, lips ached to kiss it, but I refrained of better judgment. If he felt the need to hide any part of him in shame I wished that I could convince him otherwise. After a few more moments of admiring the dozing teen, I noticed a slip of paper placed on one of the pillows beside him.
It read "join me" with a loopy heart afterwards.
I sighed and placed the paper back on the pillow. There was no way I could possibly lie in bed with Brendan after what I just did to the thought of him in the shower. Besides, I was too anxious to sleep. So many new and troublesome, yet wonderful, things were racing through my head at Mach speed.
Brendan sighed in his sleep and snuggled close to a pillow.
"Steven..."
My heart pounded.
I yearned so badly to hold the boy in my arms again. He was perfect.
Whew that was long o-o
I hope it met your expectations...or something
Now I want your opinions for the next chapter:
Do I follow the Pokemon Sapphire or Emerald plot lines for the next chapter? I've already combined the two in the previous chapter if you didn't catch it ;D
The Space Center infiltration was only in Emerald, but Steven's the Champ in Sapphire...sneaky sneaky.
Anyway, I don't feel like choosing so give me your feedback and majority will win!
Thank you all for reading and have a happy Halloween~