Obsidian and Plum: Unlikely Events
Chapter nine – Impromptu actions of ascertaining truths

"Oh Ash, do you really have to go? You shouldn't be traveling so soon." Delia tried to prevent Ash from leaving for the umpteenth time. She knew that she probably worried too much about her son, but she would never force him to stay. That didn't stop her trying to keep him for as long as she possibly could though; she never saw much of him anymore, not since he became a pokémon trainer nine years ago.

It was a few days after he'd decided to travel to Sinnoh – to find Paul and the answers he needed, and Ash was currently saying goodbye to his mother and Gary. Charizard was waiting for him, ready to take him to the ship that would leave Vermillion City docks in an hour. Ash was going to sail to Canalave City in the Sinnoh region, then fly to Veilstone City from there.

He adjusted his midnight blue cap – that had a white panel at the front bordered red, with a dark blue pokéball embroidered onto it. He zipped up his Lucario-blue coloured hooded tracksuit top, concealing his black t-shirt, and then swung his dark navy-blue rucksack onto his back.

"Here you go Ash!" Gary handed him the sick walking cane that his mother had brought him.

"Thanks." Ash took the cane and leaned on it.

He'd been adamant that he would never use a walking stick. After he'd stopped using the crutches, his mother had tried to convince him, but they all looked like they were for old people, and he was too stubborn and embarrassed to use one. Ash kept losing his balance however, and falling when the sudden and unexpected jolts of pain shot through his leg. His mother had approached Gary for advice. Ash had to admit – Gary had done well. The cane was metal and doubled as an aid in hiking. It was sleek black and shiny, with a silver metal handle. It was amazing, and it featured a very small, but very detailed and realistic Pikachu head carved into the silver handle. The other details of the handle look like realistic lightening had cracked through it the way it was carved, but it was very solid, and it must have cost a lot of money.

"I told you mum; I have something important to sort out." Ash hugged her again.

"I don't know why you can't tell me what it is if it's so important." Delia sulked, crossing her arms.

"I'll tell you when I get back. I promise. I told you before mum, I shouldn't be gone that long. Maybe a couple of weeks. I'm not sure yet." Ash explained once more, trying to placate his mother. "I'll call you!"

"You better Ashley Ketchum!" Delia relented, and she said her final goodbyes as Gary sniggered at the use of his full name. Delia then vanished inside her house – she didn't want Ash or Gary to see her tears again.

When Ash turned to face Gary, the git was smirking. "So Ashy-boy, do I get a goodbye kiss?"

"Gary! Quit it, I'm never kissing you!" Ash reacted.

"Relax Ash, I'm kidding. Besides, I'm far too good for you anyway." Gary said, his ego shining back through his devious grin and his pompous posture.

"You're not my type!" Ash informed him. It was true though, Ash didn't feel anything for Gary except bromance, and annoyance – when the git couldn't reel in that teasing of his.

"You have a type now? Wow Ash, a few days ago you didn't even know which way you swung." Gary teased again. "Care to share?"

"No!" Ash didn't hesitate to answer. "But I know egotistical isn't it." Ash deadpanned.

"Wow! Big words Ash. Who knew, little Ashy-boy is growing up." Gary smirked, unfazed by Ash's come back. "I'm so proud." He mocked, hugging Ash like he was a proud father.

Ash punched Gary's shoulder. "Gary! Cut it out already!" Gary released him. "Haven't you had your let's-tease-Ash fix enough today?"

"Not quite." Gary deadpanned.

Ash shook his head but couldn't help smiling. Gary was such an idiot. They both ended up laughing at each other before Gary and Ash shared a proper bromance hug goodbye.

"Come on Pikachu!" Pikachu jumped up onto Ash's shoulder, and then jumped over onto Charizard's back. Ash managed to climb up onto Charizard himself.

"Keep an eye on mum for me will ya?" Ash asked.

"Of course I will Ash. Me and Gramps both think the world of Delia. Don't worry about it. You just focus on wooing your man."

Ash ignored Gary's exaggerated use of the word 'wooing' and waved as he took off for Vermillion City docks. It was a relief to get away from his mum's fussing, and Gary's new-found enjoyment of teasing him about his love life. He didn't even have a love life yet, but the fact he might be interested in someone amused Gary. Dense, childish, naive Ash Ketchum, coming out and being obsessed over a guy. It was the icing on the cake for Gary. At least the git had been mostly supportive, that was why he put up with the teasing and the jokes. In fact, Gary teased his friends the most – that was just his way. Being friends with Gary had its advantages, and the pros of being Gary's best friend far outweighed the cons in his eyes.

As they flew closer to the docks – inevitably closer to Paul, it felt like he'd swallowed a Butterfree – or a few of them, but he wasn't going to turn back.

"No turning back now, right Pikachu?"

"Pika!" Pikachu agreed. Charizard roared a flame thrower to join in, even though he had no idea what he was cheering for.

"I'm worried about you Paul." Reggie admitted, standing in the doorway of his brother's room.

Paul had returned home about two weeks after leaving Ash at the hospital. He'd never told Reggie about Ash, as far as Reggie was concerned, his brother had been stuck in Jhoto until the storm had passed. Reggie had noticed the slight changes in Paul's behaviour that anyone else would have missed. Paul's appetite was decreased for one thing, and he would often skip breakfast. The fact that Paul was quieter than usual around him, and spent more time in his bedroom or out exercising when he wasn't working at the breeding centre, concerned Reggie greatly. Paul let very little bother him usually, and things that did bother him typically elicited an angry rage for a day a two at most: slamming doors, huffing off to smoke, or yelling at the slightest things. Whatever was on Paul's mind affected him enough to last more than six weeks… it had Reggie worried.

On this occasion, Paul had returned from jogging that evening and announced that he wasn't hungry and to go ahead and pack up his dinner for him. Reggie had tried to convince him to join him at the kitchen table because Paul had only eaten a sandwich for lunch. Paul had declined however, and walked away. On the way to his shower later that evening, Reggie had stopped by Paul's room to inform him that his dinner was in the fridge if he wanted to heat it up. Paul hadn't so much as twitched in response.

Reggie had noticed that Paul's mood seemed to fluctuate… but he never knew why he got worse some days, or what triggered it. When Reggie expressed his concern for his younger brother, Paul had very little to say.

"Don't be, I'm fine!" Paul answered without moving. He usually ate dinner with his older brother, but he had bad days when something reminded him of Ash. Today it had been an order from some electrical company – they wanted two of their sodding Pikachu bred so they could have new Pichu to train. He just laid there, topless and staring into space, with only the light from the hallway and bedside lamp illuminating his expressionless face.

"Are you? Because you're losing weight Paul. You won't eat much, and since you've gotten back from Jhoto you have been uncharacteristically indifferent, isolated and uninterested. Did something happen besides the storm?" Reggie asked for the umpteenth time.

Paul looked over at Reggie standing in his doorway. His eyes flicked from his brother's face, down to think about his reply, and then back up to meet his eyes. "Nothing to worry about. I'll be fine, really. Go take your shower!"

Reggie sighed. "You know where I am." He said in defeat, closing Paul's door and leaving.

Paul heard Reggie's bedroom door close. He wondered if he had been losing weight – he didn't think he had been. Standing up he made his way over to his en-suite bathroom and looked in the mirror. His pants were a little looser around his waist, not a worrying amount but enough to notice. His broad shoulders and biceps hadn't changed, the muscles of his abs seem more visible however, but he wasn't worried. He wasn't stupid enough to starve himself, he just wasn't hungry.

Switching off the bathroom light, Paul slumped back onto his bed. Situating himself under the covers, he switched off the lamp and put his arms behind his head closing his eyes. The images of Ash and his yellow rodent rotated in his mind like every night since he'd found Ash in that storm. It prevented him from sleeping, and it made him wonder if Ash had made a full recovery.

Not knowing if Ash was okay or not, made it harder for him to move on. The phantom taste of Ash's lips still on his own made it impossible. He had contemplated calling the hospital to see if he had been discharged yet, but he didn't want anyone to find out he cared… especially not Ash. At this point however, he really was reconsidering it. At the end of the day, Paul really just wanted to forget about him and move on.

The next morning, Paul woke up later then he'd intended – due to his sleeping troubles. On the way to his en-suite bathroom, he could see Reggie feeding the pokémon outside from his bedroom window. He paused for a moment, watching, before continuing into his bathroom.

Reggie hadn't noticed Paul at all, but he did spot the large orange shape flying closer to his house – a Vespiquen maybe? But as it got nearer however, the shape was all wrong to be a Vespiquen. Eventually he recognised it as the Kanto region pokémon, Charizard. It was strange to see a Charizard in Sinnoh this time of the year – what with the league season over, stranger still when it landed on his property. He was pleasantly surprised however, when a familiar face smiled from the back of the fire- flying type pokémon.

"Ash? What a pleasant surprise. What brings you back to Sinnoh?" Reggie smiled as he approached them. Pikachu leapt down and greeted Reggie cheerfully. Reggie bent down and fussed the little electric type before looking back up to Ash.

"Well… ermm, I came to see Paul. Is he around?" Ash was hoping he would be, but he was nervous at the same time.

"Paul huh?" Reggie seemed surprised, but then he frowned with a resigned type of sadness. "Yes, he is here, but he hasn't been in the best of moods." Reggie sighed and shook his head, returning his gaze to Ash a moment later with a faint smile. "Come inside Ash. Pikachu can go play if he likes and we can talk. Charizard is welcome to stay out of his pokéball too, but he could startle the baby pokémon." Reggie explained, noticing the baby Eevee and Turtwig hiding behind the nearby bushes.

"Awesome!" Ash slid down Charizard's back, almost falling as he landed on the grass a bit too hard. He gasped, wincing from the pain in his leg as he leaned onto his cane for support.

"Ash! What happened, are you okay?" Reggie grabbed Ash's arm and steadied him, concerned.

"I'm good… thanks." He nodded, returning Charizard to his pokéball. When he was able to walk again, they both made their way towards the house – Ash, with a slight limp of course, but he was determined to see Paul again.

"What happened?" Reggie repeated.

Ash stopped for a moment. He gave Reggie a look of confusion. "Didn't Paul tell ya?" He asked.

"Paul hasn't spoken much since he returned from an errand I sent him on a while back. Does this have something to do with why he hasn't been himself lately?" Reggie asked, assuming that Paul must have bumped into Ash during his time away from Sinnoh.

They entered the house, via the sliding side doors that entered into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Reggie had served up two glasses of water, and he was now listening to Ash recall what had really happened during the storm. Ash avoided anything involving sexuality and certain feelings – including Paul kissing him, and emphasised how grateful he was that Paul had been there.

Ash explained how Paul had left him at the hospital, how he'd apparently given the hospital staff details of his injuries and illness, and informed them of his identity. Ash was just explaining what had been wrong with him when they heard Paul descending the stairs. You could have heard a pin drop in the sudden silence as Paul walked into the kitchen. The Plum-haired man took one look at Ash's smiling face, froze in total shock, and then hastily left the room without a single word.

"Paul!" Reggie and Ash called out to him at the same time.

Ash immediately attempted to follow Paul, but he was already striding up the stairs two at a time. A few seconds later, a loud bang caused Ash to flinch as a door slammed shut. A lock clicked, and Ash thought it was a miracle that Paul still had a door.

When he went to start his way up the stairs, Reggie stopped him and explained how Paul had been acting lately – sharing his concerns with Ash. Reggie doubted there was any point trying to talk to Paul if he'd locked himself in his room, but he knew he was missing something, and that something, he was sure, involved Ash.

"Reggie, I think this is my fault. I think I can sort this out, trust me! I just need him to listen, he can do that through a closed door." Ash explained, hoping Reggie would at least let him try. He hadn't come all this way just to be sent home.

Reggie nodded, deciding to return to his work and leave Ash to his attempts at getting through to his stubborn brother. If it helped Paul return to normal, then it was worth a shot.

"I hope you can hear me Paul." Ash continued, leaning against the closed door from his position sat on the carpet. There was still no response – Paul was ignoring him.

"I wish you'd open up the door. I only wanna talk." Ash tried, sighing when he still got no answer. He couldn't even hear any movement from inside Paul's room, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Listen Paul, don't take this the wrong way but it was a lot to take in you know. It wasn't the best time either." Ash waited for nearly a full minute – still no response. "Please let me know that you can at least hear me." Nothing. "I'm not leaving Paul! I'll sleep out here if I have to!" Ash threatened, but that didn't work either. Ash sighed after a while, resignation was starting to settle in, and he only had one shot at this.

"Well, I wanted you to know that – that I might … possibly, be able to give you what you want. I think – I think I'm like you Paul. I think I'm … gay. I don't know yet but–"

Ash's words halted as he heard the door unlock – – it opened. Ash smiled hopefully up at Paul, embarrassed by his own words, but still relieved that Paul had been listening to him. Paul silently pointed, signalling for Ash to go inside his room.

Ash had difficulty trying to stand up, causing Paul to frown and notice the cane. Leaning forward, Paul scooped a startled Ash up into his arms like a feather-light bride, carried him into his room, and plopped him down onto the bed. Ash was extremely embarrassed, he probably had scarlet cheeks.

Paul closed his bedroom door before making his way over to the window. Ash noticed a burning cigarette in a green ashtray, the smoke slowly curving its path out the open window. Paul looked over to him as he picked it up between his two fingers, smoking it, and sitting his arse on the window ledge as his eyes scrutinised him. Paul exhaled the smoke out of the window before speaking.

"Start talking!" Paul demanded – every syllable clear and indicating that he wanted nothing but straight answers. He'd only opened the door because there was a chance – a chance that Ash was gay and he could, unbelievably, have the object of his desires. The hope that burned with tangible radiance was selfish and cruel – If Ash rejected him once again, it would prove him a fool to invest his emotions on the obsidian-haired trainer. It might also crush him.

Ash started playing with the zip on his hoody. The air was almost tangible with intensity, as if everything sat precariously on a cliff edge. He took a deep breath, willing his words even and calm. "I've been thinking about you … a lot." He admitted, chancing a look at Paul's face to gauge his reaction. Paul had a look that told him to, 'keep talking'.

"I spoke to – to my best friend. He helped me figure out that I was most likely – you know – gay, and that I just hadn't known it yet. I mean … I think I am, but … it's kinda hard to know for sure, you know?"

Paul puffed on his smoke and exhaled before turning to face him again. "I don't know! Why now?"

Ash blushed. He'd come all this way to confront Paul, kiss him and figure out if he really was attracted to the twenty-year-old man, but he was clamming up and fast losing his confidence. He found it hard to breathe, his heart fluttered like the wings of a Cutiefly, his hands became sweaty, and Butterfree had evolved in his stomach again. "Y-You!" Ash admitted, stuttering like an idiot. He swallowed what felt like a lump, berating his sudden lack of determination.

Paul slowly turned his head to face obsidian hair, wide bronzite eyes, tanned skin and cherry lips. It was arduous having to keep his distance and not lose his damn mind. Ash was wearing a yale, steel-blue tracksuit, instead of his usual jeans and jacket, but he was still so damn attractive. Those blushing cheeks paired up to unravel him, he was sure, and it still mystified him how one man could rock his very core and call forth emotions he'd denied for years. "You think you're gay because of me, why?" Paul wanted Ash to say it, to say he wanted him.

Ash swore his mind had smiled at him like an Electrode before it exploded in panic. He gulped as he tried to fumble around and fit the pieces back together. He certainly hadn't authorised the attack, not when he was trying to be confident and assertive here – what the fuck was wrong with him?

Paul watched as Ash seemed to struggle mentally. Ash's eyes widened, panicked, and then frowned in deep thought. Paul had to stifle a groan when Ash lifted his index finger to his mouth – it danced between his lips, his nail catching on perfect teeth. Paul turned to look out the window and continued smoking, the sight otherwise, would have aroused him.

Ash lowered his hand and looked up at plum-purple hair – the back of Paul's head now facing him. 'I've come all this way.' Ash thought to himself. 'I won't give up now! I can do this!'

"I- I Think I like you Paul!" Ash blurted out. Better out quickly then stumbling on words and choking on the awkwardness.

Paul almost choked on the smoke of his cigarette; his stomach looped as his heart rejoiced pathetically. Never, had he dared to imagine those words. Never, had he thought it possible. It was possible, and what the hell did he do now? He hadn't planned for Ash to actually reciprocate his feelings, or accept him as a boyfriend. There was one thing that bothered him though … Ash used the word 'think'. Remaining stoic, he turned and asked. "You think?"

Ash limped over to Paul, stopping a foot away, and looked deeply into them mesmerizing, dark-purple galaxy eyes. 'Dark amethyst.' Ash thought to himself, watching them stare back at him in hope and fear simultaneously. Ash pursed his lips inwards before whispering.

"I wanted to see if … if you'd let me … kiss you again to find out!'' Ash blurted out the last six words and lowered his head.

Paul slipped down from the window ledge and closed the gap between them. He lifted Ash's chin and looked into beautiful bronzite eyes – they reflected nothing but seriousness regarding the selfish request. He sincerely hoped that Ash did accept him after this; it was the biggest risk he could take at this point – rejection now would be devastating, but he couldn't deny the man with the bronzite-brown eyes asking him for a kiss.

Paul kissed him.

Ash had been taken by surprise – wanting it, but half expecting Paul to deny him the request – but there it was, the taste of smoke mingled with the taste of Paul. It was warm, fuzzy, and wet, and the solid, grounding feeling of the floor beneath his feet was gone – he felt like he was standing on air, a band slamming chaotically onto the drums of his heart, and his breath stolen.

Paul pulled Ash closer, his hands tangled in obsidian hair, but Ash had yet to reciprocate the kiss. Desperately attempting to encourage Ash, he ran his tongue over soft cherry lips – – nothing.

Paul started to lift his head away, angry, his heart falling like glass towards rough concrete, but then Ash dived for him and flung his arms around his neck. Their lips slammed back together clumsily.

Hungrily – that's the only word Paul could use to explain the way he devoured Ash's lips in that very moment – hungrily and desperate, relieved and soaring. Ash imitated and mirrored his actions perfectly with a fierce passion that grew tangible in the air around them. Wet warmth, tongues, teeth, and wild inquisitive arms drew heavily sexual moans from Ash's lips, and deep guttural groans from Paul as they made out against the window.

Paul's arousal sky rocketed, and he felt how aroused he'd become. He lifted Ash with both his hands under that small plum buttocks of his, but Ash gasped and winced at the sudden jolt to his leg. Paul stopped, concerned.

"Leg. Don't stop!" Ash breathed, slamming his swollen wet lips back into Paul's. He was lost in the moment, hard and aroused, and completely addicted to the sensations that he'd never felt before in his life … until now. The taste, the smell, the tangible pleasure of Paul's body, it drove him crazy, and he now knew exactly what he wanted – – this! He wanted Paul to fuck him and take his virginity!

Paul let Ash control the kiss as he carried the trainer over to his bed, but he took back dominance as he leaned down over the man. Paul nipped at Ash's bottom lip erotically, making cherry lips part and moan deeper into the kiss with urgency. His cock grew uncomfortably hard, but he fought the urge to rip Ash's clothes off and give in to his lust driven desires completely.

Ash wanted to feel Paul's chest against his own, he wanted to see what that body looked like beneath the layers of fabric still blocking his view. He pulled at Paul's jacket, until it had been tossed on the floor – Ash's hoody following soon after, and when Paul went to resume the kiss, Ash halted him with both hands. "Take it off!" He demanded, breathless and flushed as he tugged at Paul's prussian-blue t-shirt demandingly.

Against the wailing protests that his body made, Paul stopped and asked. "Do you want me?"

Ash instantly nodded, desperate to finish what he'd started. "Fuck yes!" He breathed, pulling at Paul's top again.

Paul grabbed Ash's wrists, staring at him with intense seriousness. "This isn't a one-time offer. We do this and you're mine! You understand?" Paul warned.

"As long as you're mine too Paul, then yes! I want this!" Ash answered, desperate to get things rolling again.

Paul removed his t-shirt, secretly elated with Ash's answer.

Ash stared at Paul's body; he could have drooled if Paul wasn't already helping him to shed his own black t-shirt in exchange. When his sight returned to Paul's chest, he ogled the toned muscles as he stroked down over the waves of those abs, all the way down to the v-line of that waist, and plucked at Paul's waistband suggestively.

Paul pinned Ash down against the bed, leaving kisses tingling along the length of Ash's neck. He suckled tanned skin, wanting to slow down the pace and prevent Ash from diving into things too fast, but he also wanted to savour every inch of the man before him. He smirked as Ash instinctively presented his neck – wide and open, moaning in unrestrained pleasure – perfect and seductively hot. He suckled, nipped, licked and drove Ash to goo beneath him, and when he blew into Ash's ear, the obsidian-haired man shuddered and writhed.

Paul's eyes followed his own trailing hands – over Ash's shoulders, across his slightly raised pectorals, down over those small ab-muscles, and all the way to that thin waist.

Ash's eyes flew open as Paul cupped his bulging erection. He gasped at the contact, and he moaned, uninhibited when that hand started massaging him slowly through his tracksuit bottoms. He could feel himself turning to jelly, feel his muscles twitching… but then it all stopped so unexpectedly, so suddenly, and he lifted his hips subconsciously, whining for the contact to return.

Paul's sighed in relief as he cupped his own erection, freeing it from the confines of his boxers – letting it stand to attention inside his sweat-pants instead, where it had more room. He moaned lowly at the back of his throat, and then looked into Ash's bronzite-brown eyes. He swallowed; how did Ash bare himself so freely when he felt a self-conscious feeling creeping up his own spine?

Paul had dreamed about this for so long, but he'd never expected it to actually happen. He'd never had sex before, had never been with anyone before, and he actually didn't like people touching him usually. His high sex drive was born from the discovery of a good wank, and he did that religiously every other day in the shower. Ash had the ability to arouse him so mysteriously like a hidden power, he wanted it, and it had been his secret, guilty pleasure since Sinnoh to think of Ash's body in the shower.

"Take them off!" Ash's deepened, husky, breathless voice demanded him.

Fuck it was erotic, and he was sweating from arousal alone. He watched as Ash touched himself through the fabric of his jogging bottoms, and his dark eyes went wide with lust. He really wanted this, badly! But he found himself hesitating.

"What's wrong?" Ash asked, realising Paul's hesitation. He sat up and frowned impatiently.

"Nothing!" Paul answered, but a short silence passed before he continued – Ash's hand on his arm might have helped. "I've just never done this before, see." He admitted.

"Really?'' Ash sounded shocked, but then he smiled. "Well … neither have I, but this feels right Paul. I want you!" Ash's smile turned devious and he tugged at Paul's sweat pants. "I'll take mine off if you drop yours." He teased. He was still hard, aroused, and he really wanted nothing more than to do something about that. Fuck! After all Paul's teasing, it would be super awkward if he had to jack himself off in the bathroom.

Paul was still aroused, and having been confronted with the challenge … he got off the bed and shed the last of his clothes, never taking his eyes off Ash for a second.

Ash gawped at the well-endowed cock now standing to attention between Paul's legs. Sexual desperation shook him so violently that he rushed to shed the last of his own clothes. He craved more of Paul's body, and more of that physical contact that had been slowly building to his climax before.

Paul stared as he watched Ash keeping up his end of the deal – eager to see his naked form below the waist, but he frowned when Ash winced in pain while removing his right leg from the joggers. Paul sat back onto the bed, looking at the scar that was once an injury he'd tended to.

"I heard they were putting a metal rod into the bone. Did they?" Paul questioned.

"Yeah, they did. Just watch you don't put any weight onto it, otherwise it's fine." Ash explained. He was desperate to resume their previous activities, but he didn't want Paul to think he was a whinging, impatient, over eager child.

"I meant to–"

'Fuck this!' Ash thought instead, forcefully pushing Paul down onto the bed. "Shut up!" Ash demanded before reconnecting their lips.

Paul had never allowed anyone to order him around before, and he would never have tolerated it usually, but in the privacy of his bedroom and under the sexual circumstances, it was fucking hot! Ash's assertiveness aroused him, and he was stronger than Paul had anticipated, but he was positive he could over power the obsidian-haired man physically if he wanted to. Paul was allowing Ash to get away with it, because he liked it.

Ash trailed tingling kisses down his entire body, wet, warm, and– 'Fuck!' Paul groaned – his cock suddenly surrounded by a warm cavity of pleasure. The noises Ash made as he sucked, licked, 'popped' off the end, and bobbed relentlessly on his cock while moaning… was insanely erotic.

Ash had become an insatiable animal – his curiosity fuelled by pure lust, and Paul was stunned by the young man's confidence. He was turned on by Ash's bold and dirty mind … and that mouth! Yes, Paul had imagined this so many times, but receiving it was a whole world of difference to his imagination – it was 'oh' so infinitely better!

Ash worked his mouth relentlessly – his own pleasure derived from sucking Paul off, from licking and tasting and hearing… Those addictive and delicious noises coming from Paul, as the man came undone completely, were beautiful! He rolled Paul's balls in his free hand, delighted when Paul moaned that slight octave higher than before.

Ash was growing accustomed to Paul's magnificent size, and he was able to take the man deeper and faster. His eating competitions paid off, being able to shove hotdogs into your mouth and swallow them whole, meant he could take Paul's entire length into his mouth and deepthroat him. Ash had to admit, having a cock almost choking you was much more sensually pleasing, especially when the owner of that cock squirmed so satisfyingly beneath him – so undone and needy, their walls crumbling away to instinctual bliss.

Paul's lower abdomen tensed, tightened, and he felt full. He'd never reached such intense levels of pleasure before, and his climax was racing to the end – too fast. Paul's body twitched, his climax racing to its bursting point. "Fuck! Ash–" He gritted his teeth, pulling at obsidian hair, but Ash ignored the warning and continued taking him hungrily.

Ash's eyes watched Paul's face as he prepared for the load like a hungry child – he wanted it, wanted it like a prize for winning a challenge, and he nearly came undone himself when Paul grunted his name just as he exploded down his throat. Warm, thick and salty, but an erotic delicacy he could get used to.

'Ash's sweet, dirty little mouth.' Paul thought as he opened his half-lidded eyes. Ash looked debauched and corrupted as he swallowed his load, licking his lips, and moaning in appreciation. He caught Paul's eyes, licking a single escaped drip from his finger erotically.

"You drive me insane. You know that?" Paul told him, breathless and satisfied as he pushed Ash down onto the bed. "My turn!"

Before Ash could speak, Paul was kissing him with a renewed hunger. Minutes passed of wet swollen lips, hot kisses, and roaming hands… and when Paul took Ash's cock into his hand, Ash was a writhing mess.

Paul wanted to imitate him – if Ash could do it, then so could he. Wrapping his lips around the cock displayed needily before him, he mimicked Ash's previous actions. Ash's cock was just as well-endowed, but maybe an inch shorter than his own, still, he found it very hard not to gag.

When Ash moaned and lifted his hips to go deeper into Paul's mouth, however, Paul did gag.

"Sorry! But it was so good Paul." Ash apologised, the disappointment he felt was badly concealed in his breathless voice. He'd been so close! All that teasing, the blowjob he'd given Paul, and Paul's hand on him before that failed blowjob he'd just attempted to give him … damn!

Paul felt pathetic, and Ash noticed the change in Paul's emotions. Ash sat up and kissed his neck, suckling at the soft skin there. "It's fine Paul. You were doing great, but if you don't like it that's fine. It's not for everyone."

Ash carefully climbed into Paul's lap, continued kissing his neck, his chest and his shoulders, and eased Paul back into the mood – leaving red patches in his wake. Paul's hand's roamed Ash's body, and when Ash found an area along Paul's collar bone that made him moan more intensely, Ash smirked and paid particular attention to that sweet spot.

Paul could feel Ash pulling the hairs at the back of his neck, it was driving him insane, and he was getting hard again as Ash moved in his lap – gyrating his arse into him. Grabbing that plump little arse, Paul had a desire he was unsure if Ash would agree to, but then again, Ash was proving to be quite the impulsive little slut.

"What is it?" Ash asked between kisses, having felt Paul's hands halt quite suddenly.

"I want to fuck this fine little arse of yours!" Paul told him bluntly, finding new confidence, and squeezing Ash's plump butt cheeks. He stared into wide bronzite-brown eyes trying to read his reaction. "You don't have to let me, but I would very much like to." Paul admitted.

Ash thought about it, watching desire burn in those dark-amethyst eyes before asking. "Do you have lube?"

"No, I don't!" Paul admitted, making a mental note to get some. He assumed he wouldn't get to shove it up Ash's arse today, but he was massively aware that Ash hadn't denied him the request.

As Ash continued kissing Paul's neck, he asked another question against his skin. "Do you have any baby oil? Petroleum jelly?"

"I - I think so." Paul frowned. "Is that safe? You would let me?" Paul wanted confirmation, but the thought of sinking deep inside Ash was exciting him.

"Mhmm, as long as you don't just shove it in…" Ash tingled in anticipation of losing his virginity to Paul. Yes! He wanted it! He was desperately horny and ready for it. He looked into Paul's eyes and blushed. "Your eyes are amazing Paul."

Slipping off the bed, Paul turned to face Ash. "You have no issues with sucking my cock, but blush when you look at my eyes … pathetic!" He smirked.

"Hey! It's not pathetic … and I'm not blushing!" Ash shouted, but Paul had disappeared into the bathroom smirking and chuckling. "I can always take my arse back you know!" Ash threatened. He stroked his over stimulated, throbbing cock and moaned as Paul come out of the bathroom with a tub of petroleum jelly.

"You better not, and… damn that's hot!" Paul stated, watching as Ash stroked himself. He moaned, and when Ash blushed deeper, it only fed Paul's arousal. Paul climbed back onto the bed, maintaining eye contact the entire way. "You're cute when you blush, I like it!"

Ash took the tub from Paul's hands, opened the lid, and dipped his fingers into the thick substance. He circled his fingers erotically, coating them thoroughly before rubbing Paul's hard cock with it. He could already feel his arsehole twitching in anticipation of the foreign object going up it … but he wanted it. He was nervous, this was his first time, but he knew deep down that it would be 'oh' so worth it.

"Go slow Paul, you have a big cock! I should know, I sucked it." He said, biting Paul's lower lip. Ash then stood up, kneeling his left knee on the bed with his right foot on the floor, and placed his hands flat on the bed in front of him, wiggling his bouncy little arse into the air. He'd seen this position in dirty magazines – always wanting to try it.

Paul moaned as he moved to stand behind him, staring down at moving butt cheeks voraciously. Paul cupped each cheek in his hands, squeezing. "Last chance?" Paul asked, worried that he might hurt Ash, but excited with anticipation. Ash's first time… his first time.

"Argh! Do something already before my cock explodes will ya!" Ash begged, using one hand to rub at his aching member, moaning with the deep insatiable need to cum.

Paul dipped two fingers into their substitute lube, coating his fingers generously. He then stuck both of them slowly into Ash's hole. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he knew that this would make taking Ash easier – magazines and media could be useful if you knew where to look.

"Whoa!" Ash exclaimed without pulling away, but his butt cheeks clenched tightly around Paul's fingers.

"Does it hurt?" Paul asked curiously, slowly moving his fingers out.

"No! But it's weird… and pleasing at the same time. Ahh, don't stop!" Ash begged.

Paul reinserted his fingers, moving them, and exploring around inside Ash's tight, warm arsehole, thrusting and rubbing in and out. It wasn't long before Ash grew impatient.

"Put your cock in me!" Ash growled.

Paul growled at the back of his own throat in return, and then… they were doing it. Slowly at first, but then falling into pace like it was something that they were made to do together – they fit together, and it was sexually amazing, a brain frazzling build of such uplifting sexual pleasure.

Ash stroked his painful, neglected cock, rocking back onto Paul's large dick. Paul took the hint, growing faster, smacking into Ash's butt cheeks, and listening to Ash's increased breathing as it panted with vulgar noises.

Ash felt his prostate being hit, and so lost to the flood of intense stimulations, and his growing climax, he couldn't hear his own voice as it cried out Paul's name, begging, and moaning for 'more'. When Ash's leg surged with pain, the sexual pleasure he was lost in was just too good to stop. Ash begged and demanded that they keep going. "Stop now and I'll break it off!" He growled threateningly.

Paul held Ash up by the waist, supporting him, and he continued to chase his own pleasure as Ash had demanded.

"Are you – close?" Ash grunted. "I'm about to – to lose it!" Ash whimpered, his voice taking on a higher tone. He desperately needed to cum, and he was right there.

"Yeah!" Paul moaned. "Fuck you're tight!''

Paul moaned, rutted, and slammed into Ash hard. He loved the tightness, the feel of Ash's arse as it tensed around him, and he knew he would enjoy becoming acquainted to this, to exploring their bodies and their sexual limits together.

Ash gasped, whimpered in pleasure, and tensed as his orgasm finally hit. His legs wobbled as his cum shot out – again, and again, pulsating over his hand and onto Paul's bed until he was spent.

Paul wasn't far behind, depositing his second load inside of Ash, and grunting as his orgasm surged in intense waves, and blurred his vision.

Slowly pulling out of Ash, Paul slumped onto the bed. Ash collapsed next to him, breathless, with his eyes closed. Both of them where totally spent, floating on a warm sea of radiance and jumbled colours as they basked in the afterglow … the afterglow of their very first time.