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I'm going to apologize now for how unbelievably long this chapter took for me to write/edit/finish/upload etc.
However, to make up for the delay this chapter is SUPER LONG.
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Chapter 12: The Steel Gem
In all of my years living in Mossdeep city, I can't recall it ever raining this much. On most occasions rainy days didn't faze me, but I swear it had been pouring for over a week! The water levels had risen so high that the beach surrounding the island had disappeared under the waves. It had been such a long time since I'd seen the sun that I was beginning to forget what it even looked like. The hammering of the bullet-like droplets on my roof was becoming as constant as the air I breathe.
With all of the spare time I'd gained recently, due to a sudden lack of occupation, I finally got around to organizing my rock collection. I'm proud to say that the displays of gems about my home had never been lovelier, and there were no more boxes of unpolished stones cluttering my floors. Aron had grown fond of the extra space he had to romp around and was currently dozing in his plush bed. Having all of this time to do as I pleased was slowly growing on me; I'd never been able laze around as I please. Although I'm not particularly the lazing type, on rainy days like these it's lovely to recline in a pile of pillows and read one of my favorite classic books by the lamplight; The Origin of Pokémon by Means of Natural Selection. I felt so at peace. Finally.
Between the patter of the rain falling, my Aron snoring and the well-loved pages of my book being turned it was easy for me to nod off once and a while beside the dim light.
Wallace had finally cooled down after the fiasco in Meteor Falls, the paperwork for my resignation was completely notarized and Wallace was now officially the Hoenn Champion. The media went wild at the beginning of the announcement. My biggest regret was causing the disappointment that it brought to my fans. I received bags full of letters from woeful trainers who were crushed that they wouldn't have the opportunity to compete with me and many fans said that they'd remain loyal to me; I was charmed to say the least, but I didn't want their commitment and dedication. Wallace was my dearest friend and he deserves the throne as much as I. As far as the fans wanting to battle me, I mailed them in return agreeing to work something out in the future.
I must say that my life was slowly pulling itself together and things were the best they'd been in such a long time…but there was one thing still gnawing at my heart.
Ruby eyes flashed before my mind's eye, causing my chest to ache for a moment.
I closed my eyes with a frustrated sigh and tried to pick up where I left off reading.
It was so very strange though, I'd heard nothing from him since the day in Sootopolis. I ran a hand through my well-combed hair,
He was just a fickle youth anyway; there was nothing to it but sheer infatuation. I set my expectations much too high in the first place.
I could feel my blood pressure slowly inching higher, the sound of the pages turning was beginning to grate on my nerves.
Why would you expect him to bother with you once you resigned anyway?
I twitched with anger; all of the thoughts I'd been avoiding were beginning to sneak up on me in my solitude. The brat never even called again. Nothing.
He never wanted you. He wanted the champion.
I slammed the book down on the floor beside me and stormed into the bathroom. I was enraged, how could a person be so thoughtless? After he KNEW how I felt about him!
I splashed warm water from the sink onto my face and scrubbed my skin with a cloth. One hand clutched the counter as I looked at myself in the mirror. For the first time in ages I looked so well-rested and groomed, I looked and felt at my prime; but at the same time…for the first time…
I was lonely.
I'd never experienced abandonment. I never would have thought it could hurt. It was the first time I'd cared for anyone more than platonically…and he just tossed me aside like trash. The great saying goes "Better to have loved and lost-"
But I now know that's all garbage.
As far as I was concerned, it was not worth the pain of rejection.
I felt something small brush up against my leg and I heard my Aron coo softly. He was standing at my feet with a pair of slippers, looking up at me with big pouting eyes. I knelt down and ran my hands along his cold metal surface. He nuzzled me and put his front feet against my legs. At least he would never abandon me.
I stepped into the slippers and slowly made my way back to the main room, Aron in tow. I grabbed the book from the floor and curled up with my Aron under the comforter. He snuggled against me, watching me with doting blue eyes. I couldn't have asked for a better companion.
Things in my home settled down once more and I was taken over by the calming atmosphere of the droning rain and the quiet snores of my Aron again. Before I knew it I was slowly drifting to sleep myself.
I was woken up by a frantic banging, initially I thought something was falling or hitting my home, but only after groggy inspection I realized that someone was pounding away at my front door. I rolled Aron to the side and drowsily stumbled to the door.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming!" I grumbled and fumbled with the locks on the door, cursing my inability to wake up quickly. What time was it anyway? I couldn't tell with all of the rainclouds lately…
I flung open the door and sighed.
"Yes?" I looked out at the sopping wet figure on my doorstep and froze. Was this a dream? A cruel joke?
Piercing red eyes stared up into mine through strands of wet hair; so much emotion was racing towards me through them. Before I could even process what was happening I felt something slap me across the face with shocking force. What in the world?
Brendan was standing there, looking ready to attack when he let out a loud sob.
"Why did you leave me?" He coughed through his sobs and lunged at me again, I caught his thin wrists in my hands as he tried to pummel me with his tiny fists. "I hate you! How could you do all of that to me? I hate you! I HATE YOU!" I was completely stunned. Do what? What?
"I left YOU? You're the one not returning calls! If anyone has the right to be mad it's me! You're the one that abandoned me!" I didn't mean to yell quite so loud…I was just…so…so
He stopped squirming and stared up at me with huge eyes, eyes still so beautiful.
"I…what? You're the one who ran off into some dumb cave for Arceus-knows how long and abandoned ME!" He started sobbing again and threw his arms around me, burying his soaked face in my shirt.
"I was so scared! I thought you were dead! Why? Why why why?" he clung to me tighter and I tensed.
"I've been home for a couple of weeks now! Where have you been? I've been trying like hell to get ahold of you!" He sniffled and looked up at me with pitiful eyes. It made it so hard for me to be mad at him. He was so precious…
"I…I wanted to surprise you." He mumbled. My brow crinkled and I pulled the door shut.
"What do you mean surprise me?" my voice softened dramatically to match his. He released me from his vice and shoved his hands into his pockets to dig around. I was stunned when he pulled out a small plastic box and clutched it tightly.
"I went to Unova to get it. I figured you hadn't been there to go digging yet." He opened the box and held out a sparkling ring with the most beautiful silver gem encased in it. "It's a Steel Gem…I spent days looking for it and had it turned into a promise ring for you." My heart throbbed so wildly that I thought it would pop right out my chest and I fought to keep my hands from trembling. This is why he's been gone? I was speechless. Utterly speechless.
"Do you accept my promise to be your lover?" He sniffled and watched me with waiting, pleading eyes. I couldn't contain myself as I grabbed that lovely face and sealed my lips tightly against his. It felt like ages since I last touched him, my skin was aching for his. I could never forget the way he felt in my arms though, it was so right. I slid my hands through his wet hair, hat falling to the floor with a plop, clutching my fingers in the lovely strands. My hands quickly traveled to his face and clung to him there as our mouths danced together in a fury of passion. The musical whimpers he made beneath me rung in my ears as beautiful as the first time I heard them. I could feel his small chest heaving beneath mine vehemently as he gasped for breath between frenzied kisses. He pulled away for a moment, struggling for air while I moved on to his jaw; lapping away at the delicate pale flesh that was screaming for my touch.
"Is...is this a yes?" I forced myself to pull away for a moment, promising myself that's all it would be; a moment. I couldn't bare another moment without him, touching him, caressing him, kissing him, anything.
I grabbed his small hands, taking the lovely ring from him and sliding it onto my finger. I pushed the dark strands of hair that were plastered to his forehead back and kissed the soft skin there.
"I love you." That's all I could get out. Nothing else needed to be said. He flung his arms around my neck and jumped up, wrapping his slender legs around my waist and pulling me into the most heated kiss of my life. He clung to me like a second skin, his clothes soaking my own as he explored my mouth ravenously. I could make out strangled gasps of 'I love you' between wet kisses as he attacked me in such a wonderful manner. I stumbled back beneath his weight and leaned against the table in the center of my room. His hands slid themselves down my body and began busying themselves with my shirt buttons, fumbling to get my shirt open without ripping the buttons off. I half expected him to tear the shirt apart in eagerness.
He leaned in and pressed his forehead and nose against mine, staring me squarely in the eye.
"I want you to fuck me." He panted against my lips, with a suggestive nudge of his hips against mine. I gasped and felt all of the blood rush from my head to go south, leaving me giddy. My heart was thrashing harder than ever. We gasped for air against each other's lips, his hands clinging to my shirt collar.
"I…I…now?" He closed in stealing another kiss before pulling away with a wet smacking sound.
"Of course now!" every cell was alert and tingling in my body, I felt a certain appendage begin to throb persistently. He nuzzled his nose against my ear, then pressing his lips against me he whispered "Please?"
I resisted the urge to moan and throw him to the floor to ravage him like a beast; instead I wrapped my arms tightly around his slim waist and dragged him into my den. He giggled madly as I threw him into the cloud of pillows and blankets. I crouched over him like a wild animal and nipped at his neck with my teeth, my hands hovering at his hips.
As we flopped about the bedding my Aron whined in protest to being woken up. I groped for his Pokéball in the sheets and opened it, glancing at him with an apologetic look as I withdrew him into the ball, but quickly cast it aside as I drew my attention back to Brendan. My lovely, wonderful Brendan.
Brendan's tiny hands slid my shirt from my shoulders and clung at my ribcage. My hands were starving for his skin; they wormed their way beneath his shirt and feasted on the expanse of pristine skin beneath the fabric. He let out quiet whimpers and pants against my ear and squirmed beneath my calloused hands. My lips latched themselves back against his soft pale ones and indulged in the long anticipated contact. I pulled away and gasped in shock when I felt those small hands inch their way beneath the waistline of my pants. My eyes searched his for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty…but I seemed to be the uncertain one.
"Wait…wait…I just…are you sure? You're still so…" Brendan slid his fingers over my mouth and pressed his damp forehead against mine.
"I'm sure." I pushed aside the lust that was driving me wild and cupped his adorable, flushed cheek.
"This is a huge decision, you don't want any time to-" he pressed his lips hard against mine and clutched my hips with his dainty hands.
"I'm positive. I want you to fuck me." I shuddered and covered his tiny hands with my much larger ones.
"call it…love making." He flushed an exquisite shade of pink and wrapped his slender arms around my hips, pulling me down against his body.
"Make love to me." I could feel the undeniable throb of blood in my crotch at the sultry words. My hands took off without my permission and started sliding his drenched shirt over his luminescent torso, caressing every inch of skin as they worked their way up. His skin was warming up by the second, but his clothes were still chilled from the rain. As I peeled the shirt from his body, I trailed a myriad of kisses along his torso until I reached his neck where I continued to explore with my lips. His small shaky hands began fumbling at his belt; I watched his exposed chest heave up and down like clockwork. His tiny pink nipples were more adorable this close than I would have ever imagined. I dipped my head down to steal a quick kiss at his nipple, pleased to hear the gasp of surprise he emitted.
"Th…There…" he whispered, clutching my bare arms with his petite fingers. I lowered my head down once more, watching his face with amused blue eyes as he shuddered from the contact. I kissed around the nipple languidly and peaked out my tongue when I started gaining more confidence. He squeezed my arms tightly and let out a muffled cry when my lips brushed the tip of the pink nub. "ah, wait…I won't be able to…if you…" I rested my chin on his collar and smiled at his flushed face, my hands flat against his stomach.
"What should I do?" Brendan clutched at my shoulders with quaking fingers and sighed.
"Lay back." Reluctant to leave his touch, I rolled to the side and waited for his next instruction. I was very pleased when Brendan sat himself, in all of his shirtless glory, on my lap and caressed my hips. I watched him through lidded eyes as his hands explored the crevices and muscles contouring my stomach, his small fingers dusting along my skin gently and pressing inquisitively in some places. My eyelids fluttered closed when I felt his soft wet tongue dip along my abdomen, discovering and tasting the unfamiliar area.
Every inch of my body was tingling with pleasure, my hands running through his damp hair gently as I basked in the sensations. My member was becoming persistent and needy, but for the first time I wasn't ashamed. I could finally embrace my passion for Brendan because he was returning it.
I felt a hand slide to my crotch and press gently against my member. I choked back a groan and panted. A tremor shook my body and he began to slide down my pants.
"This is alright?" His voice was quiet, timid. I bit my tongue and nodded quickly. Soon my pants were tossed aside and Brendan was fingering away at my boxers. Suddenly he was crawling away, stumbling somewhere; I couldn't find my voice to protest, but my body was screaming in agony.
"Brendan?" I heard the patter of his bare feet against my hardwood. "Brendan?" I called again; feeling extremely exposed all of a sudden.
"Hang on!" more shuffling of feet and fabric and then I heard him running. I jumped when Brendan pounced back under the table, landing across me. He was in nothing but his tight underwear with a small bottle in his hand. He giggled and crushed his mouth against mine with surprising force and twined his arms around my neck. His tongue dove eagerly into my mouth and prodded at my tongue, attacked my teeth and he nipped at my lips and tongue as I returned his aggression. Our saliva mingled together and dribbled down our chins as we continued our tongue battle.
I smirked into the sloppy kiss and slid my hands down his back to grab his soft rump. He moaned expressively against me as my hands groped the tender flesh. His hands slid roughly down my sides and back to my crotch, the back of his knuckles rubbed against the sensitive organ causing me to gasp. Brendan pulled away from my lips and sat up to work at the small bottle in his hands.
"What…what is-" I caught a slight glimmer in his ruby eyes as he flipped the lid off.
"Lubricant…"
For? I searched my memory for the reasoning for any lubricant…then I remembered the conversation I had with Wallace a while back.
It would feel good with preparation…Preparation?
I had no idea he meant like this!
Before I could process what was happening Brendan was pulling down my underwear and ghosting his fingertips over my swollen erection. I felt a throaty moan escape my mouth as his touches became bolder, rubbing the shaft with increasing force. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body like hot lightning when I felt moist, warm lips against the head of my member. Stars blurred my vision and I tossed my head back in pleasure. He kissed along the heated flesh gently and began to knead at my heavy sac with his amazing hands. My hips jerked involuntarily and I gasped for air. It just felt…ungh. His zealous lips worked around every centimeter of my throbbing cock, small fingers massaging themselves against my sensitive sac in ways I never imagined possible. My mind was beginning to haze over with pleasure, making it difficult to think. Not that I needed to do much thinking for this.
The lips removed themselves from my weeping organ and were replaced by slick hands, coating me with a generous layer of lube. All I could focus on was Brendan's gorgeous eyes when he glanced up at me during his ministrations. I'd never seen so much lust in one's eyes before. His slick hands traced every inch of my shaft one last time before sliding away. He crawled up and sat on my stomach, leaning down and breathing gently against my lips.
"Should I stretch myself or do you want to do it?" I gaped at him for a moment, his eyes piercing mine.
"Stretch? Wh-what do you-" His lustful look turned into one of horror.
"You don't think I can take you without stretching first, do you? Are you crazy? I don't even know if I can take something so…so…" His cheeks flushed scarlet and he glanced down at my hips. "large." I reached up to run my hands along his waist gently, placing a tender kiss on his collar bone.
"What do I do?" Brendan shivered and pressed the small bottle into my hands, rolling on his back and slipping off his underwear. I could feel my face and member flush with blood as I spotted his swollen cock twitching in anticipation. I hadn't realized how hard he'd gotten. His face reddened and he shot me a coy look as he spread his legs apart for me. Never in my wildest dreams would I really think Brendan would be doing this for me.
"Can I touch you?" My voice came out surprisingly bold, much more than I expected. He just clenched his eyes closed and nodded quickly. It was refreshing to see the almighty Brendan being bashful; he was so irresistibly adorable.
With one hand I rubbed the milky skin of his inner thigh smoothly, the other tested lightly at the base of Brendan's erection. He panted heavily and clutched the sheets tightly with his tiny fists while his body shook. My hand massaged soothing circles into his flawless skin, I cooed softly to lull him. I didn't want him to be so uneasy.
"Relax sweetie, shh…" Bright ruby eyes peered out at me through dark lashes anxiously. He was still quivering slightly, but not as much.
"I'm okay…Just take the lube and put it on your finger." His breathing was still labored. I removed my hand from the hot flesh and obeyed his instructions, unsure of my feelings for the sensation of lubricant coating my finger.
Brendan lifted his hips lightly and rocked his legs further apart. My lower regions throbbed madly at the sight of Brendan's rosy hole displayed right in front of me.
"P-Put it in." He whispered quietly. I bit my lip and grabbed the underside of his leg, positioning my finger to enter the tight ring of muscle.
"Are you-"
"Put it in!" he practically yelled, I could tell he was getting impatient.
It felt strange to have the tight ring clench down on my finger as I slowly entered Brendan with my index finger. He trembled like a leaf once the finger was seated inside him. Not able to contain my curiosity, I began moving my finger, gently at first. Once Brendan seemed comfortable with the thickness of my finger inside him, I began exploring with an avid interest. I traced the slick lining of the cavern walls gently, sliding it in and out of him with ease; thanks to the lubricant.
Brendan sighed contently and his fists released my bedding from their clutch, winding their way into my hair. It felt wonderful to have his small fingers massaging my scalp. I watched his expression slide into one of pleasure as he panted quietly through kiss-swollen lips. He whimpered softly and his hips writhed, one hand sliding to my neck and grasping ineptly at the hairs on the base of my neck.
"Another." He whined, blunt nails digging into my skin as I added a second finger. He scrunched his pretty eyes closed and tensed at the intrusion, slowly easing up at the digit. I bent forward and placed light kisses on his stomach to distract him from any discomfort as I began to slide my sleek fingers in and out of him. He cried out quietly and squirmed around at first, his hands grappling franticly at my skin, almost panicked.
"Ah-ah…I've done this before but…you're fingers are so much bigger than mine…" He choked, legs now writhing. I yielded my kisses and glanced up at his lovely, pink face. My cock jumped at the image of Brendan fingering his own tight hole.
"Are you in pain? Should I stop?" He shook his black locks gently and smoothed his hands over my hair.
"No! Don't…I like it." The plea dripped from his tempting lips. My lips took that as a cue to continue my ministrations on his belly, my fingers still exploring his insides eagerly, yet cautiously. I was shocked when I felt Brendan's hips begin to press down against my digits, assuming it was accidental at first; then he twined his legs around my back and pressed down against my hand with more force. He was mewling keenly and tossing about in the sheets.
"More." He purred thrusting down against my fingers. "I…I want you to find my sweet spot." He panted, hands fumbling at my cheeks. His sweet spot? I tilted my head up to look at him, ruby eyes flooded with desire. I gently lapped at the pale skin of his stomach, eyes still in a seductive lock with his, and pushed a third finger forward into the constricting hole. I was amazed at how much could be forced into his tiny pink hole.
He tossed his head back and a moan ripped itself free from his throat. I shivered at the delectable sound. My fingers pumped themselves in and out of his lithe body at a slow pace, exploring, feeling, caressing, memorizing every small bump and ridge within the boy.
His entire body tensed and his back arched at a shocking angle as he cried out violently.
"Ngaahh Steven!"
"Did I hurt you?" He trembled and gripped my arms with his hands, now gasping uncontrollably.
"I…that was it…I can't take much more. Put it…" He paused and took a deep breath, pulling my fingers out of him slowly with a whine. His entrancing eyes held mine as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Make love to me. Right now." My cock made its presence well known at that moment, throbbing hard. I wrapped my arms tightly around his small frame and stroked the soft skin of his inner thighs with my calloused hands. His legs spread willingly and he peeked at me through one eye as I prepared myself to enter the stretched hole.
I pressed myself against the flushed skin, slowly easing the head of my shaft into the tight ring. Brendan's eyebrows crunched together and his small nails burrowed themselves into my shoulders. I pressed on until he clawed at my skin and squealed in pain. He grappled at my back desperately, tearing at skin. I fought back the unimaginable pleasure from being in the tight hot cavern and stroked his face gently. I wanted to stop completely when I saw tears leak from his clenched eyes.
"nngh…I'm going to pull out…" He shook his head furiously and squeezed my sides with his hands tightly.
"No! I…I've been dreaming about this for years. It's just bigger than I expected." He looked up at me through teary crimson eyes. I shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure and rubbed his cheek gently with my thumb, trying to soothe him in any way possible. "K-Keep going." He whispered heavily against my fingers.
Hesitantly, I continued to enter the tight body; pleasure overwhelming my senses. My thoughts were drowning and my entire body grew hotter by the second. Brendan whimpered quietly and squirmed among the sheets, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto and eventually settling for my arms. Once I was buried inside the boy to the hilt I paused and waited for further signal from him. He tossed around and fidgeted quite a bit, his muscles squeezing me and testing my cock in a superb way. His whimpers died down and he shifted against my hips, gazing up at me longingly.
"You can move now." His lithe legs hooked around my waist as he pressed himself closer and pulled me deeper inside him. I let out a muffled grunt of pleasure. His milky body was forming a thin sheen of sweat and his eyes were glassy. It was torture to slowly pull back from the tight muscle only to ease myself back into the boy. He moaned wantonly and squeezed my arms.
"You feel amazing." I groaned with another prod forward, more smoothly this time. Brendan's tight hole became voracious and drew me further inside with each thrust. Our bodies rocked together in a simple rhythm, in out, in out, in out. My brain was fogged over, the only thoughts I was able to process were those of Brendan and how incredibly sexy he was with his flushed face and with his naked, sweaty body.
His hands wandered to his own shaft and began to grope clumsily at the organ. I slid his hands away with one of my own and stroked his need for him. His hips jerked eagerly into my hand, rosy lips letting a delicious moan spill from between them.
"More Steven." He pleaded. "Fill me with your hot, sticky cum. Fuck me raw." He shoved his hips hard against mine and cried out blissfully. I felt like I was going to explode from the sultry words he had moaned. I lunged into him again with a tight squeeze to his cock, my thrusts growing deeper and quicker each time; our rocking becoming hectic and desperate.
"Harder! Faster!" His legs tightened at my waist, pulling me balls deep inside the snug cavity. His muscles flexed around my cock as I gained speed, jabbing my hips sloppily against his flank. Between the sounds of the hammering rain, our mingled moans and gasps and the wet sounds of skin slapping I was going utterly mad. I craned my head down to catch his lips in a chaotic kiss, pounding myself against him wildly; all self-control was shoved out of me by a sea of lust.
His voice was even more intoxicating than I imagined crying into my mouth. His nails clawed themselves down my back surely leaving well distinguished marks covering my skin. My hands were clutching his willowy hips with a crushing force as he rammed himself against my thrusts.
"Stev-oh fuck…ngh Steven! I-I'm going to come!" He gasped against my lips, clinging to me as if his dear life depended on it. Brendan let out a broken cry and thrust his hips down against mine, his muscles clenched unbearably tight around me, sending me over the edge as well.
We came together, groaning against each other's saliva-drenched lips as we slipped into a state of euphoria. He shuddered and flexed for a few moments, I could feel his toes curled against my lower back. I dipped my head down to the crook of his neck and smooched fondly at the sweaty flesh. He was panting for air; some mewls escaping his throat as he climbed down from his climax. I pulled out of him slowly, placing a languid kiss on his collarbone that would be sure to bruise. Brendan buried his face in my hair and wrapped his arms around my neck possessively.
"I love you." He whispered tiredly against the shell my ear. I lifted up my head and met him in a chaste kiss, rolling in the sheets so that we were lying beside one another. He cuddled up close to me, one leg hooked around mine. I nuzzled my face in his downy, damp hair and enjoyed the sweet, salty, slightly peachy scent that was so…Brendan. My body was still tingling from the fantastic orgasm; each of my senses seemed to be intensified and hypersensitive.
We lay together in the dim lamp light, the patter of rain on my roof mingled with the sound of his gentle breaths. His face was pressed against my chest while I caressed his hair in my fingers. I would have been blissful to stay just the way we were with him for the rest of my life. His fair body seemed to glow a gentle gold in the warm light that dusted the room. I admired the smooth curves of his naked body against mine, the sensual arch in his back, the perfectly sculpted shoulders and thin arms that clung to me. I felt the sweat begin to dry on our bodies, our breathing finally evening out, but our hearts were still fluttering.
"Hey Steven…" He looked up at me with curiosity in his beautiful eyes.
I pressed my face against the top of his head and smiled.
"Hmm?"
"Could I get a shower?" For the first time I realized that there was a gooey mess smeared between the two of us.
"Of course." I pulled my head back and smiled matter-of-factly at him.
"I…I don't think I can walk." He blushed and looked away, almost embarrassed to be in his condition. It's a little too late for coyness.
I stretched a bit and crawled out from under the table, scooping his small, warm body up in my arms. It was a dream come true to have Brendan here with me in my arms like this. We were finally a…couple.
As I carried Brendan to the bathroom my mind began to wander and imagine what things would be like between us from now on. Would he move in with me? What kind of things would we do? We could go on dates and explore new places together…sleep in until noon with one another cuddling beneath the sheets…take vacations and do anything together. I was bubbling over with excitement, my pace quickening until I pushed the door open with my foot.
"What are you cheesing about?" I gazed down at his mocking face and just smiled. I was so lucky to have Brendan.
"Just thinking about us." He blushed and rolled his eyes, wiggling himself in my arms.
"You're a goofball." I chuckled and sat on the edge of the bathtub, settling Brendan comfortably in my lap and turning on the faucet to allow the water to warm. I brushed a hand through his hair slowly, enjoying the way the silky strands felt against my fingers. Then I noticed his scar again, the one he constantly hid from sight. I watched his eyes slip closed and traced a finger lightly over the smooth skin and sighed. It was hard to imagine someone as beautiful as Brendan being self-conscious of any part of their body. Without a second thought I leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the wide scar. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with puzzled garnet eyes.
"Why did-"
"I think you're the loveliest person in the world." He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me in for a tender kiss. I cradled his little frame in my arms and nuzzled my face into his hair.
"You know…I've never had a boyfriend before." He grinned up at me and giggled.
"Neither have I." I turned off the water and lowered him into the bathtub. He scooted back and waved for me to get in with him.
I climbed in the warm water and stared at the wall awkwardly unsure of what to do or how to behave. I wasn't used to people, let alone being intimate with someone and trying to establish a relationship. I was such an amateur in the courting process that I was stumbling over myself in confusion. I wanted to see and touch him; it felt strange to be blinded from him because of our position.
I jumped when I felt his wet hands at the small of my back. His fingers slowly slid up my back, brushing over the raw skin from his grappling fingernails.
"What kind of things are we going to do?" I broke the silence and shuddered when I felt his lips against my shoulder blade, I had no idea he was so close.
"This I guess?" He kissed down my back slowly, hands wrapping around my ribs. Doing this kind of thing with Brendan everyday would be perfect with me.
"Damn. I really tore you up…I'm sorry." His lips were at my ear now. I squeezed around and glanced over his bare frame, taking note of the bruises beginning to form at his hips.
"I have a feeling I returned the favor…does it hurt down there?" Brendan pursed his lips and shrugged.
"Yeah, but it was worth it." He leaned forward and gripped me in a hug, one hand sliding down my torso. I shuddered as he pressed his wet skin flush against mine. I could feel his heart beating against my back, his lungs expanding with air, and his teasing hands at my stomach. Without realizing it, my shaft began to come to life again. Brendan realized it though.
"Do you want a round 2?" He chuckled playfully in my ear, his hot breath making me tremble.
"But aren't you s-" Brendan slid his fingers across my lips to hush me.
"I know you do, turn around." I silently obeyed, feeling myself being scrutinized in detail by his vigilant eyes. One could say he was undressing me with his eyes, but given that I was already undressed he was positively devouring me. I contemplated hiding myself when I began growing more erect under Brendan's gaze, although it would be useless.
He didn't hesitate to pounce on me like a hungry beast and ravish my mouth. He growled, whimpered and moaned into the heated mashing of our tongues. I felt him grind his swelling erection against my torso with an unrelenting moan. He pulled his mouth away and panted against my drenched lips.
"Oh fuck…I'm still so horny." He slammed his mouth back against mine and rocked himself against my abdomen eagerly. His sultry words shivered straight down my spine and caused my cock to jolt. I wrapped my arms around his fidgeting body and returned his passionate kiss with equal enthusiasm.
"Steven, do you like it when I talk dirty?" I gasped when I felt his hot tongue trail along my jaw.
"I…I suppose." He planted a quick, wet kiss on my lips and moved to my ear again.
"Good." He grabbed my hips with his hands and began working his way to my already-stiff erection. "Because first, I'm going to rub down every little part of your meaty cock and tease you until you're groaning my name." He squeezed the base of my shaft for emphasis and began fondling at my balls deliberately. "Then I'm going to suck you off and taste your sweet semen when you explode in my mouth." I gaped for air and panted as his hand wrapped itself tightly around my cock, pumping the organ while the other rolled my sac skillfully. "But you won't be done yet. After that I'm going to frot against you with all of my energy and scream your name so sexually that you'll die of pleasure." I bit back a moan and gasped when he rubbed his thumb along the head of my cock.
"f-frot?" He grinned ferally and closed in on me with an intimidating smirk.
"Yeah, it's when you do this." He pressed his hips against mine so that our erections pressed intimately against each other and began to thrust up against my shaft. I slid a hand over my mouth quickly to suppress my desperate groan as pleasure shot through my whole body. "You like that?" He taunted against my lips, drawing his teasing hips away.
I hummed in conformation and tried to steal a kiss from him, but he slid away too quickly. His small hands pushed me back against the shower wall assertively and he began to trail his tongue down my body. His hot tongue provoked in and around my naval, causing me to squirm in anticipation. I felt faint from the heat of the water splashing around us and from the loss of blood flow to my brain. My erection was already fully hard and throbbing. I couldn't take much tormenting from him at all.
"Please…stop teasing…" I panted grasping onto the edges of the tub. Brendan glanced up at me with impish eyes and ran his fingers through the coarse hair at the base of my shaft.
"Alright, since you asked so nicely." He lowered himself and wrapped his warm lips around the head of my erection, bobbing his head slowly. I shuddered at the wonderful sensation. He was so incredibly sensual, in every way, I couldn't handle it. I was already so close to the edge that I had no idea how long I could last with his willing mouth taking me deeper, and deeper, and deeper…
My fingers tightened around the porcelain and I forced myself not to thrust when I felt his hot throat clench around the tip of my cock, sucking and bobbing, licking and kissing every inch he could get to. His gorgeous eyes glanced up at me through dark lashes when he noticed me slipping beyond control. He smirked around the member in his mouth and hummed teasingly.
The vibrations from his throat jolted through my body like hot electricity and I let out a strangled groan.
"I…I can't hold on…" He slipped his sensual lips away from my need and grabbed the base with his hand, pumping the flesh insistently.
"Cum for me, Steven." He took my length back into his mouth again, sucking greedily at the tip and fisting the base of it firmly. I couldn't hold back the desperate cry that spilled from my lips, the water splashing around us as I reached my climax. Brendan willingly took in my orgasm, swallowing the fluid as it filled his mouth, some bits dribbling down his chin with his saliva. My arms failed to support me any longer and I slid into the water, gasping desperately while my body trembled from the orgasm.
Brendan watched me with wicked eyes and licked at his lips, waiting. I struggled against the porcelain flooring, finding no way to support myself and sit up again. Brendan reached around me and released the drain for the water in the tub.
"Don't worry about standing or sitting. You won't need to do any of that." I was acutely aware of Brendan's prominent erection when he leaned over me to turn on the shower head and rinse us in warm water. He slid back down my body and placed a forceful kiss on my lips, his slightly-salty tongue invading my mouth and nudging all around. He pulled away with a wet pop.
"Did I do good? It was my first time." He chuckled against my lips. I hummed approvingly and slid my hands through wet, black strands of hair. He climbed up my body and pressed his hips against mine, the weight of his body trapping me against the shower floor. His erection nudged at my sensitive cock, slowly enticing it back to life.
For crying out loud-this boy never gets enough…not that it's necessarily a bad thing.
I joined his wet lips in a slow, sensual kiss; my hands slid down his slender back and rested themselves at his tight ass, squeezing the supple flesh lightly. He purred and ground his hips down against mine, our erections sliding together. He rocked his hips back and forth against mine, his lips mingled together with mine, our bodies slipping against one another in the warm water.
I curled my fingers tighter against his rump, testing the willing flesh there and enjoying the sensation of the boy's cheeks. I felt so wayward.
My erection was quickly alive again and pulsing against my stomach, my brain was slowly becoming a stew in the steamy room with all of the loss of blood to my crotch. I was becoming a drooling, moaning, desperate, sex-zombie. Brendan gasped against my lips, his face so precious, as he struck a sensitive spot while thrusting. I groaned in pleasure, thrusting back against his wet erection. The two of us pressed hungrily against each other and let out muffled grunts, whimpers and moans into the others mouth. Our bodies slipped against one another easily with the water soaking us, our limbs clutching and hips grinding wildly.
My entire body was going on auto-pilot, I was losing complete control as I neared my third orgasm. He mewled urgently against my mouth his hands sliding between the two of us and clutching his thin fists around our erections. I reached down along with his hands and helped him pump our needs, our hips still pushing and tongues still mashing. I caught his hazed ruby eyes in my own, his face contorted with utter pleasure as he squeezed our cocks tighter.
"Steven….unggg Steven!" He cried out frantically, smashing his mouth against mine. I jerked my hands faster, thrusting and our bodies slammed together in desperation. Cries began spilling from his open mouth against mine with every thrust, pushing me even closer to my climax. I grunted and squeezed our erections a final time, my voice catching in my throat and vision blurring over as I was washed over by an intense wave of pleasure. I could hear our frenzied cries of pleasure in the distance, beneath the sound of my heartbeat and blood pulsing in my ears.
Slowly, my senses sharpened again, my body completely exhausted. Brendan was flush against my body, our skin soaked by the now-cooling water. I slicked his hair back with wet hands and pulled his head in against my neck, where he lay exhausted and panting.
"You, my dear, are unbelievable." His body shook with a small chuckle and tiny hands curled at my chest.
"You weren't half bad yourself."
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The warm glow of the afternoon sun woke me up, bathing the room around me with just enough light to take in the scenery; and Arceus, was this scenery fantastic. I was immediately aware of the warm body curled up against mine, moving with deep breaths as Brendan slept. His arm was curled around me and his face was nestled in my side.
A smile settled itself comfortably on my lips and my eyes slipped closed again, the Wingull could be heard circling the island as they squawked and chirped with the others. It sounded like the torrential downpour had finally broken. Never in my life had I felt so…content and complete.
I slid my hand up without disturbing Brendan to further observe the ring he'd given me just the night before. The silver band was absolutely stunning, and the gem he chose couldn't have been more my taste. The square-cut, silvery stone glistened gorgeously in the scarce beams of light. It was so impressive that he managed to find a rare stone that I had yet to acquire.
There was a reflexive itching inside of me to pack up and head for Unova to find more new and unusual stones, but I quickly pushed down the impulse when I glanced down at Brendan's slumbering form.
I could happily say that there was now something that I would rather spend my time doing than digging in caves and battling Pokémon. Both of those combined were not as important to me as being with Brendan.
His askew hair was begging me to reach down and smooth it out, and who was I to deny it? My fingers brushed through the short strands gently, as to not wake him, and neatened some of his frowzy hairs. I slowly pushed his bangs out of his face to see some of his peaceful expression.
Dark lashes graced his pale cheeks, rosy lips were parted and letting out gentle sighs, and nose was pressed against my shoulder; it was a divine sight to behold.
I found it as a slight surprise to see how much youth and childlike-adolescence that his face still held while sleeping, especially after seeing what mature expressions he was capable of last night…during our sessions of passionate love-making. His skin looked irresistibly soft to touch, not that I could ever forget the feeling of his skin against mine, but it looked new. There was a different glow to him, I had no idea if it was just tricks from the lighting, my newly unleashed supply of hormones, or the fact that he really had a glow to him; but I didn't care. Brendan was the loveliest person I'd ever laid my eyes on.
Brendan grumbled sleepily and squeezed his arm around me tighter. I gazed down at him when his eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with beautiful ruby irises. He batted his eyelashes and a smile grew on his face, lighting up his sleepy eyes.
"Hey," He beamed up at me groggily. I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Morning, beautiful." His cheeks dusted a faint pink and he snuggled closer to me.
"Do you have food?" he climbed up and rested his head next to mine. I wrapped an arm around him and kissed his cheek.
"I think I can arrange for something." I crawled on top of him and nuzzled his nose with mine. "You'll have to pay me in kisses though." Excitement flickered in his garnet eyes and he twined his thin arms around my neck to pull me in for a deliberate, loving kiss.
Back when Brendan and I first met, if someone told me that we would end up falling for each other and becoming a couple, I would have had to restrain myself from scoffing. Never in a billion years would I ever picture myself ending up with someone as charismatic and lovely as Brendan.
It was looking like I was going to need a bigger table.
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Well, there you have it. Steven and Brendan are finally together...and pursuing naughty things and such...
BUT this story is not done yet! Huzzah!
Keep your eyes peeled for a soon-to-come epilogue that will wrap everything up :)
Let me know what you think! You'll be responsible for inspiring the epilogue (Which will be fluff like you wouldn't believe)
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Unrelated: You can battle Steven Stone in the new Pokemon B/W 2. Unnnnggghh yes please!