Obsidian and Plum: Unlikely Events
Chapter ten – Acquainted beginnings
When Ash regained his intellectual thought process, instead of his lust driven delirium, he became more aware of his impulsive decision to let kissing Paul escalate rather quickly: an erotic make out session, and then amazing, mind blowing, and unbelievable first-time sex!
Ash didn't quite know how he'd managed to go from naught to sixty in such a short space of time. One minute he was embarrassed and nervous – trying to work out what he would say to Paul, the next he had no inhibitions and just wanted to get lost in lustful sin. In laymen's terms, he'd desperately wanted to get fucked all of a sudden and didn't care how it happened.
All it took was Paul's eyes and his vanilla latte coloured lips on his, and Ash became a horny mess of teenage emotions. Ash knew he always gave a hundred and ten percent to anything he set his mind to, with complete confidence and determination. It appeared that was also true when he wanted to get laid, and boy had he!
The problem was; a few days ago, he didn't even know if he was gay, or how he really felt about Paul. Realising he liked that introverted, reserved, standoffish personality of Paul's was half the battle. Ash also liked Paul's persistence, determination, and often analytical traits. Under his callous, angry and unsocial demeanour, was someone who cared for people that mattered to him, and a human with a heart just like everyone else.
What Ash didn't know, was the real guy behind the mask, the things you learnt when you developed a friendship. Unfortunately, friendship was the one thing Paul and Ash have never really shared. That was the issue currently present; Paul was sexually attractive, clearly his type, and Ash wanted him… but he only knew Paul's mask, not so much of what lay beneath it.
Ash glanced in the mirror before he left the bathroom, triple checking that his after sex look was suitably replaced with something akin to social acceptance. His body was once again dressed in his Lucario-blue tracksuit and black t-shirt, and his overly messy hair had been tamed back to its usual disordered look, but he couldn't seem to do anything about his still puffy lips.
Paul had already cleaned, dressed, and even changed the bedcovers when Ash returned to the room. Paul was laying on the bed waiting for him, and was giving him a type of pleased-questioning look as Ash stopped a few feet from the bed – a bed that he'd previously defiled, and smiled nervously.
"That was certainly unexpected. You got my attention alright, with that dirty little mouth of yours." Paul smirked, touching his bottom lip in memory of Ash's lips.
Ash blushed, not only at the remark and reminder of his temporary insanity, but also at the look Paul was giving him. "Yeah, about that…" Ash's hesitancy caused Paul's heart to plummet. Paul didn't look at all pleased, and anger was evident in those dark eyes of his. "…Hear me out Paul!" He added quickly, hoping Paul would listen to him and not jump the gun.
Paul wanted to throw Ash out of the house in fear of being rejected, but he clung onto the knowledge of Ash being an honest person. An honest person who'd told him that, 'he was Paul's and Paul was his.' That it wasn't just for sex. Feeling indignant, Paul's eyes scrutinized Ash before he ground out the words angrily. "If you've got something to say then say it!"
Ash sighed, "I like you Paul. I do! – – I just don't really know you."
"Of course you do! Oh, my mistake, it must have been another Ash Ketchum I met five years ago." Paul sarcastically rebutted, angrily.
"Don't be like that! You spent a lot of time avoiding me and telling me to stay out of your way back then. I don't even know what food you like Paul. What your favourite pokémon is, or favourite colour, what your scared off or–"
Ash's rant was cut short by a painful jolt in his leg that made him gasp. He winced, leaning into the wall by the window so that he didn't fall as he lost the ability to bare weight on it. He held his breath, biting his bottom lip as he waited out the pain. Paul rushed over, and against Ash's protests, the plum-haired man helped him sit down onto the bed.
"It's fine! It happens. I just over did it when we … you know." Ash sighed and winced again. "I need to go and get my bag." He went to stand up, but Paul announced he would get it. Paul had already exited the room before he could argue.
If Ash was honest with himself, he didn't know if he could actually risk walking down the stairs yet. He was just being stubborn, and perhaps Paul's unrelenting persistence was what he secretly needed. It was like they complemented each other in an unconventional way, or covered each other's negative traits. Where Paul was antisocial, Ash had him covered, and where Ash needed someone to be more logical and keep him in check, Paul had his back.
Going down stairs, Paul sighed. He wouldn't let Ash overexert himself for a bag, but it was also a good excuse to take a deep breath and control his anger. He had been scared of rejection, and typical to his nature he'd masked it behind anger.
Locating the bag in the kitchen, at the table where Ash had left it, Paul turned and walked back towards the stairs. He hadn't bumped into Reggie at all thankfully, and assumed he was busy outside. He really didn't need his brother's questions right now. He returned to his room quickly, before Reggie had a chance to spot him, and handed the bag over to Ash. Ash thanked him, taking out a bottle of water and a pill packet from a small box, popping one single white tablet into his hand.
"What are they?" Paul asked, nodding to the pills. He was generally concerned, sitting next to Ash on the bed.
"I'm not sure exactly." Ash admitted shamefully. "I just know they help. They said something about antidepressants, anticonvulsants and pain alleviation medication. I was told to take these for the pain though, every four hours – – or four times a day, I forget which. The others are like morning and night stuff." Ash explained, handing the box over to Paul. Paul watched him as he took the pill with his water. "I forgot the morning ones today though." He admitted once he'd lowered the water bottle from his lips – he suddenly felt rather stupid.
Paul looked at the small medication box before handing it back to Ash. "Did they not come with instructions?" He asked.
"They did but … Mum has them I think." Ash admitted, returning the water to his bag. "I really don't want ask her because I kept saying I was fine and knew what I was doing. I just wanted to leave, I wanted to see you again. I know right … I'm pathetic!" Ash sighed.
"Did I say that?" Paul was serious.
"I guess not." Ash mumbled before lifting his head up to face Paul. "But its true. I should have paid attention." Ash groaned at his own stupidity, flinging himself backwards onto the bed – his legs still over the side.
"Why do you need all that different shit anyway?" Paul asked. "Antidepressants or anticonvulsants?"
"To be honest Paul … I really didn't pay much attention. They just wanted me to gradually gain muscle or something, and they talked about stuff to do with permanent nerve damage." Ash sighed. "They had me do physiotherapy at the hospital, and as soon as I got home, they tried to keep me in bed – especially mum. I'm sick of being treated like I can't do anything, or might break if I tried to go down a few stairs. So what If I face planted the post at the bottom of the stairs? I've done worse."
Paul looked at Ash's face. "I was wondering about that." He admitted, pointing to the yellow fading bruise on Ash's right cheekbone.
Ash rolled his eyes, then he covered his face with his t-shirt when Paul kept staring at him – by pulling it up and exposing his lower abdomen. Paul yanked it back down, but Ash stuck out his tongue before throwing his arms over his face instead.
"People care about you … they're just ignorant. They think they know what you require and won't be told differently." Paul explained.
"Do you care Paul?" Ash asked, removing his arms from his face to meet dark-amethyst eyes.
Paul was offended; If he didn't care he would have left Ash in the storm to die. Straddling Ash's waist, Paul pinned the trainer's arms above his head, leaning closer and looking into those bronzite-brown eyes. "You really have to ask that?"
"I guess not." Ash whispered. The answer was already painted so clearly in Paul's eyes. Paul cared for him, and he wanted him.
Ash leaned up and kissed Paul, wanting to reassure him. "I do like you Paul. I just want to get to know what's under your mask. The real you I see in your eyes! I shouldn't have gotten so carried away earlier. It's my fault, I just couldn't help myself after that kiss we shared. It was awesome, but – – I really don't know where it came from." Ash looked away, he was nervous and embarrassed.
Paul rolled off Ash rather abruptly, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet on the floor. "So, it was a mistake? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Oh, fuck no!" Ash instantly replied, sitting up. "It was amazing Paul! Even better than the day I started my pokémon journey, or won the veil conference in the Kamito region. In fact, it was more awesome then anything I've ever felt in my entire life. I'd actually like to do it again." Ash admitted shyly. Paul looked at him calculatingly, so Ash hesitantly continued. "I just want to get to know you some more first. You know, it's like battling with a pokémon and you don't know its attacks, or its speed, or anything. It could be a really powerful pokémon, you want it, you like it, it's yours … but you can't get very far without knowing stuff about it first."
Paul considered what Ash had said, and it did make sense. It reminded him of when Ash's Turtwig evolved into a Grotle, and he knew nothing about how it had changed.
"Alright. Transparent!" Paul said, confusing Ash who frowned. "My favourite colour is transparent." He clarified.
"That's not even a colour." Ash argued.
"I don't have a favourite colour. I like things transparent and see through. No bullshit that way!" Paul explained, and when Ash chuckled, he asked, "What's so funny?"
"You're real unique Paul!" Ash smiled. "That's what makes you special."
Paul glanced at him. Ash had a way of making him internally smile, a way to make him feel lighter and warm, but he remembered the topic they were talking about and decided to go on.
"Losing you. That's what scares me." Paul admitted, staring ahead at the door.
Ash put his hand on Paul's shoulder. "You know what Paul? I don't think you will! After today, I think it's pretty obvious that my sexuality isn't an issue, and I do like you. There's a lot I don't know about you yet though, but I'll tell you what I do know. I really don't want someone to tell me bullshit, and I know you won't! I know that you care, that you saved my life and stuck with my pathetic arse through that storm. I know that you have amazing eyes, and must have the power to use attract because … wow!" Ash sighed as he remembered that mind blowing sex. "And Paul … I know I want the chance to be with your Beedrill arse."
Paul gave Ash a quizzical, unamused look.
"I'll explain later!" Ash brushed it aside. "But Paul … I don't know if it will be forever, and I don't like all that mushy romantic stuff, but we can at least learn about each other – together right? If you let me. What I'm trying to say is that, I'm up for it. Maybe we could give the … boyfriend thing a shot and see what happens next … see where we end up." Ash looked at Paul with inward pursed lips, nervously anticipating his reply.
"Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?" Paul asked with a raised eyebrow, leaning over Ash and pushing him back down onto the bed.
"Yeah!" Ash gulped, biting his bottom lip as he looked up into Paul's amethyst eyes. There was desire glinting in those eyes, hope and approval too.
Paul gently moved that wild obsidian hair aside so that he could look into them wide bronzite-brown eyes below him. "As my boyfriend … I warn you now, I'm never letting you go." Paul connected their mouths before Ash could respond, and he sucked and nipped the young man's lips.
Ash reciprocated the kiss, moaning into Paul's mouth before his breathless voice said, "I'll take the risk."
Their kiss grew heated and fiery rather quickly, their hands started to roam greedily, but a voice at the back of Ash's mind reminded him that he'd just come down from one mind-blowing session of sex – losing his virginity in the process. It was too soon to 'go there' again, but Paul was addictive.
Ash was like a Heracross to sap once he'd had that first taste. The taste of Paul's naughty kisses and salty skin, and that scent … Arceus! That deep aged cologne mixed with the scent of shampoo and Paul's natural smell … it was like a narcotic. That combination under Paul's touch morphed him into a sexual beast, and Ash knew it wouldn't be the last time.
Over powered by his sexual desires once again, Ash couldn't find the words nor the strength to stop it escalating – nor did he truly want to. A part of him wanted to be sensible and cut it off now – It was too soon, besides, his arsehole still ached and he wasn't sure he had any more 'end product' left to give, however, he was being driven by a primitive sexual desire he never even knew he had.
Knock-knock-knock!
A part of Ash was relieved when Reggie knocked on the bedroom door, interrupting them, but another part mourned the loss of contact. Paul however, mumbled a string of curse words angrily as he went to open it. Ash wiped his lips and took a deep breath, coming down from the high he'd been on.
"Is everything okay in here?" Reggie asked Paul through the gap in the door. He was trying to see inside Paul's room, presumably looking for Ash, but the door wasn't open wide enough. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm preparing some food. I take it Ash is still here because his Pikachu is still playing outside, he is more than welcome to stay for lunch." Reggie seemed hopeful.
Paul went to decline the offer – much to Reggie's dismay, but Ash had other ideas.
"That would be great Reggie, I'm starved!" Ash announced loudly from the bed, and as if on cue, his stomach grumbled. He chuckled, embarrassed. He'd remembered Reggie telling him earlier that Paul had been skipping meals, so he'd agreed to lunch hoping Paul would join them… at least he could please his own stomach in the process – it wasn't a lie that he felt famished.
"I guess I could eat." Paul admitted in defeat, trying not to smirk at his boyfriend's predicament. Reggie smiled, and he'd started to walk away when Paul spoke again. "My boyfriend needs his energy see." Paul then closed and locked his bedroom door before Reggie could process his words.
It took Reggie a few seconds – lost to his relief that Paul would eat lunch, but when he was halfway down the stairs, his eyes opened wide and his head snapped back to look at Paul's bedroom door in shock.
Inside the bedroom, away from Reggie's prying eyes, Paul said three words to the flushed obsidian-haired trainer still sitting on his bed… "Where was I?" He drawled.
At the dinner table, Reggie had served a chicken rice salad for lunch and had encouraged Ash to dig in. Far to engrossed in the delicious meal, Ash missed the look that Paul was giving his brother – daring him to say what he was so obviously desperate to.
Reggie cleared his throat. "So, what's this I hear about you two? I must admit, I'm shocked! It's a bit fast don't you think." Reggie frowned, expressing his opinion and watching their reactions.
Ash almost choked on his food. He reached for his juice, coughing up his chicken.
Paul watched Ash regain his composure before calmly looking back at his brother. "How is it any different than you with Maylene?" Paul asked.
"Me and Maylene liked each other before I asked her out Paul. Then she became my girlfriend later on. You two weren't exactly desperate to hold hands. You used to say you didn't like him, complain about him 'getting in your way' and referring to him as 'pathetic' … no offence Ash." Reggie disputed, giving Ash an apologetic smile.
"Non-taken." Ash said, sipping his drink. He noticed that Paul was getting agitated, and Ash was worried that he would storm off and leave his meal unfinished. He wanted to say something, but Reggie wasn't wrong.
"I guess I said that, but it's really none of your business see. The point is, Ash is my boyfriend now and I don't need your opinions." Paul told his brother.
Reggie sighed, "This house has thin walls Paul." He revealed, alerting them to the fact that he'd obviously heard them during their sexual adventures upstairs.
An embarrassed obsidian-haired man looked down at the table, he suddenly wanted to sink into a black hole. Paul however, looked indifferent to his brother's comment and took another mouthful of his chicken salad.
When Paul didn't reply, and a few minutes silence had passed, Reggie said, "You're old enough to make your own choices – or mistakes, but I just don't want either of you getting hurt. Are you sure that this is what you both want?"
Paul looked at Ash awaiting his confirmation, and Ash nodded without hesitation. Paul turned to face his brother, nodding his head once.
As the tension eventually settled, Reggie became more excited about the idea. He still couldn't believe that Ash and Paul were together, and kept announcing that it was the last thing he expected. Paul admitted to Reggie that Ash was the reason for his behavioural change when he returned from Jhoto, but he wouldn't elaborate any further.
Ash on the other hand, had told Reggie that Paul had kissed him in the cave and that's how things had started, but he was also careful not to divulge too much detail – he wasn't sure how Paul would react, and he really had no desire to anger his boyfriend. Boyfriend … he liked that, he liked the feeling he got when he thought of Paul as his and vice versa.
Paul however, admitted to liking Ash since he was Fifteen.
Ash gawped, "You did? But you–" He suddenly remembered Paul's words;
"…I was fifteen-sixteen when I realized I was gay for certain… I bumped into someone. He affected me more than anyone ever has. I guess I developed a foolish crush on him. I wanted him, but I never told him that… We went our separate ways with different goals. I never saw him again."
"Wait, In the cave … I-I was the one you were talking about?" Ash's shock was evident from his hesitation and stutter, but Paul had always been rather hostile towards him back then, how was he supposed to know? "You never told me. You never showed any sign–"
"That was the point." Paul interrupted him. "Remember what else I told you?"
Ash took a moment to reflect back to that conversation, nodding when he remembered. He smiled at Paul in understanding. Paul had explained why he didn't feel comfortable telling guys he liked them; his past experiences weren't exactly encouraging. They were rivals back then as well, both with the same goal to win the Sinnoh league but having vastly different training methods – different training morals and ideals. Perhaps they still did, but like a coin exists whole and as one, it has two sides – two sides facing in opposite directions, but bound together traveling the same journey.
"You should have told me Paul. I know why you didn't but … I might have understood instead of thinking you just had a stick up your arse!"
Reggie chuckled; he'd been listening intently on their conversation. His little brother seemed to be slowly opening up to someone for the first time in years, maybe not in the conventional way, but it warmed his heart to see that Ash had a positive effect on Paul. Maybe Paul would find happiness with Ash, he could hope right?
Paul blinked, his eyes reacting slightly, but his face mostly expressionless. "Maybe you should be concerned about your own arse."
Ash turned scarlet. "Paul!" He shouted at his boyfriend, rubbing his face as if to remove the heat there. Paul smirked ever so slightly.
Reggie chuckled again. "Maybe I was worried for nothing. You two are rather cute together, now that you're not rivals and have settled your differences." Reggie could now see the possibility so clearly, that his worry was a thing of the past. Ash obviously liked his brother, the glint in his eyes when he looked at Paul told him that much, and Ash could be a good thing for Paul… a very good thing. They bounced off each other perfectly.
"Reggie, you know I don't do cute. Ash on the other hand…" Paul said, looking at Ash.
"I am not cute!" Ash argued. A baby Eevee chose that exact moment to walk into the kitchen with his Pikachu behind him. "Now that's cute!" Ash gushed over the baby pokémon.
Ash limped over from the table, and bent forwards in front of the timid little Eevee. Pikachu jumped onto Ash's shoulder and Eevee hesitantly sniffed Ash's offering hand. Deciding it was safe, the small fox pokémon allowed Ash to pick him up and stroke its fur.
"That one is almost ready to go to his new home." Reggie explained, standing up from the table to take the plates to the sink. "Its new trainer is excited, but she's rather shy like this small Eevee, so they should get along very well together."
"That's good, pokémon and trainer should be compatible, it helps them bond."
"That's very true Ash. It's very important that a pokémon and its trainer trust each other and get along. I have to make sure that the pokémon goes to the right trainer." Reggie explained.
Paul rolled his eyes and snorted in disagreement. Both Ash and Reggie ignored his reaction, but Ash made a note to introduce him to Greninja again – see how he reacts to the bond Phenomenon.
Paul started to help his brother clean the table while Ash rubbed noses with the small Eevee. Ash gently put the fox pokémon down before he went to help take thing into the kitchen too, but Pikachu made a noise wanting to be acknowledged.
"I missed you Pikachu, did you have fun outside?" Ash asked as he stroked his pokémon's head.
"Pika Pi!" Pikachu nodded.
"Come on Pikachu, let's help." Ash said.
"Pi, Pikachu!" Pikachu jumped down happily, helping to take things into the kitchen.
"Wow! Thankyou Pikachu." Reggie was impressed as he took the bowl from the electric type pokémon. "He's well trained Ash, you must have spent a lot of time with him." He observed, as Pikachu handed him the salt and pepper shakers next.
"Yeah, he was my first ever pokémon. We've never left each other's side. We've been through a lot together. He's my best friend, right Pikachu?" Ash called over his shoulder as he placed the glasses in the sink, leaning against the side of the counter tops.
"Chu!" Pikachu confirmed.
Once lunch was all tidied away, and Pikachu had gratefully eaten some pokémon food, Paul watched as Ash played with Eevee and Pikachu on the couch. He didn't understand the point of spoiling or playing with them, but he accepted that part of Ash a long time ago.
Reggie picked up his clipboard and looked it over. "I still have a lot of work to do. I assume you two want to spend some time together before you go Ash?" Reggie asked, assuming that Paul wouldn't be helping him today.
Paul was more Reggie's unofficial assistant, currently learning the trade from his brother, but only helping because Reggie was a good brother that put a roof over his head and food on the table – he deserved Paul's respect. Seeing as Paul hadn't travelled for the last couple of years, Reggie had also insisted that he help out. Paul honestly didn't mind the work, but he stayed away from interacting with the baby pokémon where possible. He often went shopping, cleaned out the breeding facility, did the heavy lifting and helped with maintenance. He exercised hard otherwise, spent a little time training his strongest pokémon, and occasionally went on errands for his brother.
He wasn't exactly working for Reggie, so he didn't have to work if he didn't want to – if he wanted to do something else with his life then he knew Reggie would be supportive. As it was, Paul was now more interested in Ash's plans. It hadn't dawned on him yet that Ash would be leaving, so much had happen since he woke up this morning that it hadn't crossed his mind … until now.
"Where are you staying?" Paul asked.
"The Pokémon centre in Solaceon Town." Ash replied, pausing his attention to Eevee and Pikachu.
"Stay here instead." Paul confidently decided for him, but those amethyst eyes of his moved as if he were nervous. Ash frowned, noticing how Reggie winced at Paul's tone, and then it hit him; Paul didn't ask because he was fearful of being rejected again. This was as close as Paul would ever get to begging him to stay.
"I'd like that Paul, but I have to speak with mum. I promised her I wouldn't stay away for too long. She's expecting me to come home soon." Ash explained, and he knew he had to give her answers when he got home.
Reggie understood completely, but Paul was starting to realise his predicament. A lot had happened that morning, and in the last four hours: Paul had seen Ash again, lost his virginity to the young man, and gained a boyfriend. He never believed these things would ever happen to him, but what would happen next?
Back in Paul's bedroom – sitting on the bed, Paul had been listening to Ash's conversation with his mother for the last twenty minutes. Ash had borrowed the video phone from Reggie, and was holding it in his lap. Paul had noticed how much Ash's mother fussed over her nineteen-year old son, and in a way, it made him grateful to only have Reggie. Reggie could pry and ask him twenty questions, but in the end, his brother knew when to piss off; Reggie respected that Paul was an independent adult.
Ash sighed, annoyed with his mother's nagging and the way she went on and on, treating him like a six-year old. Ash turned to Paul, who was sitting next to him out of view of the camera, and shrugged, giving him an apologetic – 'help me' look.
"…have been ever so sweet. They miss you honey, we all do. I just hope you're looking after yourself and eating well, and don't forget to take your medication Ash, I know what you're like." Delia continued, quite possibly unaware that Ash was scarcely listening by this point.
Ash seemed to be debating whether or not to ask his mother about his medication – he hadn't as of yet, so Paul decided to intervene. Before Ash knew what was happening, Paul had snatched the video phone from him, and was now talking to his mother.
"Mrs Ketchum, right?" Paul asked a surprised Delia.
Ash was about to snatch the video phone back, but Paul raised his hand and pointed to the bed next to him. Ash moved closer to Paul, frowning at his boyfriend's intentions.
"You must be Paul. It's nice to finally have a face to the name. You know when Ash told me he was staying with a friend I was relieved, but I don't know why he never mentioned you before." Delia smiled at him from the screen, her brown hair tied back in a neat pony tail.
"It must have slipped his mind." Paul replied, glancing over at Ash who was suddenly more interested in the window. "Ash has medication, correct? How often should he be taking it?" Paul asked.
"Oh, Ash! You've forgotten again haven't you. I keep telling him but he never listens to me…" Delia was saying, but Ash had started to zone out.
Ash felt stupid and embarrassed now that his mother knew he'd forgotten again. He was relieved that Paul was asking, but it didn't make him feel any better. He should have been annoyed that Paul had intervened without even asking him first, but he wasn't.
He started to think about home and when he would go back. He wanted to find a new region to explore, but he wasn't in a hurry to get going, especially now that he had Paul to think about too. Would Paul go with him to Pallet town? He'd already been to Kanto once before, but what would happen when he did finally start traveling again?
"…are you listening?" Paul asked him.
Ash realised that he had zoned out, and he chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
"Never mind. I'll write it down for you, you can forget as much as you like then." Paul said.
"Well Ash, Paul – it was lovely to meet you young man, but I have to go now. Please stay in touch Ash, and let me know when you're leaving to come home." Delia said, waving goodbye as the call ended. Paul placed the video phone on the bedside table and closed it, turning to face Ash again.
Ash sighed and thanked him for his help, but he noticed how Ash still seemed to be thinking hard about something. "What's on your mind?"
"I was just thinking. I have to go home at some point, and I really want to find a new region to explore eventually but … I don't know what to do." Ash explained. "Getting to know each other will be a bit difficult if I'm miles away."
"So! I could come with you." Paul offered.
"Really, you'd do that? Oh man, that's awesome!" Ash fist bumped the air above his head and smiled.
Paul was pleased with Ash's reaction, it told him how much Ash wanted him around, but the obsidian-haired trainer went serious again a few second later.
"What about Reggie though, doesn't he need your help?" Ash asked.
Paul shook his head. "He doesn't need me scaring away his clients. The only reason I stopped traveling was because I forgot why I became a trainer in the first place. I managed to get the brave symbol in the end, I revenged my brother's lost, but then I just didn't know what the point was anymore. Pokémon only had so much power, there was always someone out there with the upper hand. I felt like I was just wasting my time. You beat me in the Sinnoh league when I was sure you were just some pathetic trainer bent on trust and faith, and to be honest, I spent a lot of time self-reflecting."
Ash smiled. He couldn't believe Paul was opening up to him. It was this side of Paul that he knew was there all along, masked beneath a hard shell and hidden by rivalry. This was what Ash was looking forward to – getting to know the plum-haired man that had stolen his first real kiss … and his virginity only a few hours ago. He could listen to Paul's deep silky voice all day, and the rarity of hearing more than callous remarks or only a few simply words was still new to him – he loved listening to Paul.
Paul frowned. "What?"
Ash leaned over and pulled Paul closer to him, kissing his boyfriend fervently. He was still smiling with such blinding radiance when he pulled away. "Thank-you Paul!"
"What for?" Paul asked, confused.
"For saving my life, for letting me stay here, and for letting me get to know you Paul." Ash replied, leaning in to satisfy his need for another taste of Paul's soft, vanilla-latte coloured lips. "I know you don't usually say much, but it feels good knowing you can talk to me."
Paul rolled over on top of Ash and stared down into his bronzite-brown eyes. He had shared more then he usually shared with anyone, but Ash wasn't just anyone. It hadn't been something he'd planned on doing … it just happened easily, like breathing. It felt like something he could get used to doing too, but only with the brown eyed trainer beneath him. "I think I love you, you know!" He admitted, taking Ash by surprise, and himself in the process.
"I-I-I think, I could, m-maybe love you too Paul." He stuttered.
"Well, work on it! Because I'm not letting you go!" He told Ash firmly.
Paul pulled Ash up and grabbed onto the sides of his face with both hands, forcefully kissing Ash's lips as if to infect the obsidian-haired man with love like it were contagious. Ash had such edible lips, thick and plump, moistened by his wet mouth, and Ash's moans were erotic, something he would never fail to enjoy hearing.
Ash pulled at Paul's plum-purple hair and bit at Paul's intruding tongue. The kiss became a battle for dominance, fervent, scorching, and breathed heat into their growing arousals.
Their previous discussion forgotten due to their current, sensationally burning state of affairs.
End…
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