Knowledge

Sometimes Gary had a feeling his grandfather knew.

To be honest, the younger man had been rather reserved about telling him from the start – even as outgoing and open-minded the professor was, there was no guarantees he'd have taken well his grandson's certainly not platonic relationship with lifelong male friend. But there were times Gary was sure he caught his grandfather looking at him with something glinting in his eyes, or a knowing smile at his lips. At first the brunet shrugged it off as his imagination, but when that same look returned every time Ash was mentioned in one way or another, he couldn't shake off the feeling within.

The professor never actually said anything, simply gave that one knowing look, until Gary stopped whatever he was occupied with to turn at the elder man with a "what is it?". Professor Oak would merely shake his head before answering "it's nothing." And it was driving the younger man crazy.

He had been so careful about not letting the secret slip one inch from his figure, always trying to suppress his brighten face when the professor dropped Ash's name in the conversation – trying not to look startled when the other caught him staring at a picture of the younger trainer. And yet there the elder man was, having that smug glint in his eyes as if he had seen through the boy's heart from the start.

The same thoughts occupied Gary's mind when he had Ash backed against the table – the professor's table – behind the study's firmly locked door. The younger boy was panting against the brunet's ear, the shirt pushed up his chest and entire figure flushed with want and glint of confusion as Gary keenly kissed his neck while stroking the other's erection through the fabric. " Gary, wait", the raven-haired boy started, finding it rather hard to form words as the pressure against his body kept feeding the pleasure.

"What if the professor finds out?"

Gary halted his movements for a quick moment, his mind processing through all the possible outcomes – before he merely gave a simple shake of the head.

"I don't care."

He was able to caught a glimpse of surprise taking over Ash's face before he quickly leaned in to kiss him with a fiery passion as his hand resumes taking off the other's belt.

'Because he already knows.'

And thus the heat increased as the doubts in Gary's mind diminished, the researcher hungrily sucking on the younger one's tongue before moving his lips to neck again and letting his excitement bath in the sharp moans Ash was giving out. He knew the trainer was far too gone to care either as he felt hands unbuckling his belt in turn, and instead of worry the fact they were doing it on his grandfather's table seemingly just fed his arousal.

'To be honest,' Gary thought as he pressed himself against the body beneath him, with feeling of Ash heatedly grinding against his thigh while the brunet slipped off his jacket, 'I guess he already knew before I did.'

And he couldn't bring himself to care even if his grandfather would hear his groan as Ash's hand grabbed his erection; if the elder would hear the slam of Ash's head hitting against the surface as the researcher pushed the boy against the table and devoured him. He would feel no remorse even if the professor walked in on them as Ash bit against the older boy's shoulder with his hands grabbing the naked waist above him to bring the brunet closer.

And by the time Gary fucked the trainer hard against the study's table, with hair sticking to their faces and their breathless voices filling the air, he could hardly bring himself to remember why he had cared in the first place.

Let's be honest; 's the biggest Palletshipper out there~ (I swear, these drabbles seem much longer in Word format)