Backdoor Stories: Pokemon | By : DropDeadandWrite Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ash groaned. It was a boring day. The clouds drifted lazily amongst the clouds as Brock prepared a tasty meal for them both. Misty had stayed behind in the city to look after her injured water pokemon. She'd taken a battle with a posh girl. Ash and Brock knew how Misty could get around these type of girls, especially girls Brock and Ash ogled at. The red on her face was so evident that she'd stepped right up and challenged the girl. She won. Barely. It was an even match, to be honest. They both ended up talking and liking each other after, completely forgetting the fact that there were two other boys with them. The boys had felt betrayed.
"Hey Brock," Ash called the sturdy stud. He stood 5 feet 9 and based from his background as a rock gym leader, his body was solid rock. Not the disgustingly big type of muscle bodies, but the normal, not-too-much-but-just-right kind of burly types. Ash's eyes distractedly trailed a path up Brock's sexy back before the apple of his eyes turned around and flashed him a brilliant grin. Ash was momentarily stunned. A few seconds ticked by before Brock raised his hand and started to wag them infront of Ash. The guy thought saliva was dripping from Ash's lips. He resisted the urge to bend his head closer and lick it off.
"Something wrong Ash?" He asked, voice innocent of the desire that somehow brought life to his manhood. Remembering he'd hanged out all his underwear and just wore his cargo and nothing beneath, he took in a deep breath and kept a chill mood. It was hard. His member was starting to get hard. Just the mere thought of his tongue touching Ash's skin made him horny enough. He looked away and focused on his pot when Ash finally found sense and life was back into his eyes.
"Uh, nothing..." Ash replied, forgetting what he wanted to say before it came back to him. Brock's body was just too distracting. He shifted in his seat and kept his mind thinking about pokemon matches and wanting to win. Anything. Anything would do to keep his mind off the dirty thoughts coursing through his brain. Having Brock lay on him, his member thrusting i-... He shook his head. "So Misty's not coming back soon, huh?"
Brock only nodded, his back to Ash. This was bad. Misty was the only reason he hadn't jumped Ash in his sleeping bag and since they were in the woods, alone, it was hard to keep himself off of the other boy. Their pokemon were resting at the pokemon center as well. So it was just them both, literally. He gulped and wiped a cold sweat on his forehead. This was better than feeling hot and needy. Nervous was good enough. The hardness down below was starting to numb and get softer. Until he felt Ash's hand on his shoulder and his warmth close to his body. It was alluring and at the same time painful. His rod shot up in a second and he shrugged his shoulder, feigning irritation.
"What're you cooking?" Ash casually asked as he frowned when Brock shrugged his hand off. The guy was aloof at times. Mostly keeping to himself. Thoughts to himself. Ash so wanted to be in the know-zone too but that would be awkward. It was one-sided and it had to remain that way. Which was sad. But at least they were friends. At least this was better than having nothing at all. Would he risk telling Brock? No. He'd already fallen hard and he wouldn't dare lose the stud. The first time his eyes set upon him. Those muscles. Those slits. That musky scent that he carried with him. His kindness. Gentle heart. Everything about him pulled Ash in and kept him craving for more. He sighed and went back to his seat. The contents in the pot were probably stew, from the looks of it.
"Stew," Brock later answered, after taking a sip of the soup and finding it good enough. He'd silently scolded himself for acting so cold and ended up losing the close proximity he'd gotten with Ash. He'd caught the smell of his breathe when Ash leaned in close to his shoulder and stared at the contents of the pot. It was alluring. So alluring that in fact, the whole time, he'd become a rock lest landing a peck on the boy's soft lips which he dreamed of every night and also during the days. Brock sighed. He poured some of the stew into a bowl and handed it to Ash. He'd picked the fullest, most tasty looking contents of the stew for his apple. It was all that he could do. Take care for the boy and keep an eye out for him. He spooned some of the stew for himself, not really caring what he scooped up and sat down where he was at. Back still to Ash.
"What's wrong with you?" Ash finally asked after a few spoonfuls. Brock was acting so weird and absent minded today. They were friends and yet the other guy acted like weren't even acquaintances. He glared holes into his back and stood, walking towards Brock. "Hey. Did I do something?" His voice was worried. He cared too deeply for the bond he shared with the guy. Whatever it was trying to break the bond. He wanted it gone. It was bad enough that the guy couldn't be his. And now, after all the times they had acted normal, he was starting to act weird. He layed his hand on that rock hard shoulder of his and kept his hands from squeezing and caressing the area. He withdrew his hands quickly, rememebering how Brock had shrugged it off earlier.
Electricity shot through Brock's body and straight into his manhood when Ash layed another hand on him. What was wrong with him? It was like he was super sensitive to the other boy today. Maybe he needed some... alone time. Yeah. That was it. It had probably been well over a week and that could explain his faltering control over his emotions. "Nothing," he answered, turning yet sneaking a quick hand-in-pants-fix motion to hide his swelling head. It was painful. Yes. But he preferred that rather than having Ash discover this well hidden side of his. "I was just thinking about my siblings."
Hello. I'm from FanFiction.net. Guilt got the better of me and have decided to upload on this site instead. Just waiting around to get booted off FF for too mature content. Hehe.
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