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Backdoor Stories: Pokemon	By : DropDeadandWrite Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ash stared at Brock in shock, in disbelief, but most of all, in complete and utter adoration. Brock just laid one on him. For sure, he wasn't going to let that pass. He had to get his payback. A stolen kiss equalled another one, and this time, longer and harder. That was the rule. Whenever someone played a trick on someone else, eg. Brock putting rocks in Ash's bag before crossing a mountain, there was always a pay back time. Ash had done so before by not just putting rocks in Brock's bag, but also tying a piece of log behind it. It would've been impressive, if Brock had still been able to move with all of the weight, but the stud hadn't been able to move, and instead, had landed flat on his face in the mud. There had been a rough wrestle and Misty shouting at the top of her lungs to tell the boys to grow up and in the end, the two boys had gotten nothing but bruises, cuts and a definite hard-on.
"Jenny," Brock whispered before Ash could lay a second kiss. The name stopped Ash dead in his tracks and what had been a mind full of pent-up desire and frustration, became a wintry snow mine of the world's coldest ice. He felt his insides being pulled inside out and his fist wanting to punch himself in the face for making himself believe that finally, after all this time, Brock actually had a crush on him too. Too bad, his fantasies would remain just that, fantasies. He slumped back, retreated to the entrance and found himself unzipping the tent and stepping out before he realized what he was doing. The night was cold and the air as chilly and yet he didn't feel the harsh bite of the bitter night as his insides were already frozen from skin to core.
Inside the tent, Brock opened an eye to check if Ash was still around and found himself breathing a second later when he saw that Ash had stepped out. What had he done? Kissing Ash like as if the boy was his own for the taking? He punched himself mentally, cursing profusely. Ash had only probably wanted to thank him for the given warmth he'd shared but instead, he'd gone on and destroyed that moment. Lucky enough, he'd thought of a quick getaway and saved their relationship from a working one to dysfunctional. Ash would probably never talk to him ever, again, if the boy found out he wasn't as straight as anyone thought he was. It was just plain frustrating to have this amazing guy lay by his side and yet not be able to touch him in a way that could make most girls blush, and then some men too. He turned around the sleeping bag, his back resting on the hard ground. His thoughts wandered, wondering about Misty, her Pokémon, his Pokémon, Ash's Pokémon and then Ash. Most of it was about Ash. 99.9% was all Ash Ketchum and nothing else. That was the last thing he remembered before his earlier conquest to conquer his manhood finally drained him of all the energy left in his bones and sent him to sleep. Traveling a million galaxies and milky ways in the starry night sky, Ash's face fading in and out in every episode of his dreams. He dozed off peacefully, unmindful of anything and everything about him.
Ash, despite his efforts to keep himself from breaking down, was sobbing beneath a massive oak tree. He was naked from waist up but didn't care. Tears flowed seamlessly down his reddened cheeks as he stared down the lake where the moon was silently gazing at its reflection. What was that all about? Had Brock been sleep-kissing? Was sleep-kissing even a word? Well there had to be a word for the earlier encounter. Brock had stolen a kiss from him. In his sleep. What Ash would do for Brock to be kissing him when they were both wide awake and alert. The boy groaned and wiped another tear from his eyes, frustrated at himself and Brock; mostly at himself for crying at such a little gesture. But it wasn't really a little gesture, it was supposed to be their first kiss. Forever would it be engraved in his skull, scratched to and carved in his brain for all the days to come, to remember, muse over and feel completely hurt. He could move on, right? He must, he should. Brock was as straight as an arrow, always chasing after the Nurse Joys or Officer Jennys. Why couldn't the rock gym leader chase after him too?
"No, don't answer that," Ash rolled his eyes at himself, shaking his head for being such a baby.
The creeper from earlier, who'd sent pidgeys flying and lurked within the shadows finally found his target.
"Answer what?" A voice from behind the tree asked and Ash jumped, reaching for his belt and remembering he had no Pokémon on him at all.
"Crap. No, I'm sorry, I can't battle now. Quit it with the ominous voice and go jump on someone with Pokémon on them," Ash returned to sitting down on the ground.
"Riiiight. So you can't even remember my voice can't you?" The voice said, still lurking behind the tree. Ash glanced around and saw nothing. "I'd say you can't even remember shit if it was staring you at the face and screaming its lungs out."
That tone. That arrogance. That air of pride and mightiness. There was only one...
"Gary," Ash muttered like it was the most boring name in history. The other boy stepped out from beyond the shadows and gave Ash a grin, always sure of himself. "Why are you sneaking around?"
"I was following you," Gary said as easily as breathing.
"You were following me? What for?" Ash's tone was incredulous. Gary wouldn't go to great lengths just so he could bring Ash down could he? Maybe he would, because Gary hated him that much. For whatever reason? Ash didn't know. What he knew was that the camp site was a few walks back and Brock was soundly sleeping. Him and Gary were alone and no one knew just what Gary would do to prove his point. That he was the best and Ash was nothing but scum, feeding off the lowest of the food chain.
"Because," Gary stepped closer, he was almost inside Ash's personal space. He'd always had a thing for Ash, ever since they were kids. These feelings of his were confusing, and what had led him in the first place to hate Ash. What he didn't understand was adoration, he turned into hate and saw nothing but an enemy in Ash. Now that he'd grown up though, understood a few of the world and finally landing a finger on what it was he felt for Ash, he had to take his chances. Better out with it than regret it for an eternity; a part of the boy's motto in life. "I saw what you were doing earlier, creeping behind a rock and peeking at whatever it was Brock was doing. Someone's got a secret."
"Screw you," Ash answered, an automatic response. He was on the defensive. The boy stood up and brushed the dirt off of his jeans, turning to go. He'd already had too crappy of a day and Gary adding to it was just the highlight. His day could not get anymore worse.
Gary, though, was suddenly in front of him and Ash had to back away, finding no more space to back away to when his back met the bark of the grand oak tree behind him. The other stepped ever more closely, his grin never leaving his face. The moon's gentle light caressed Gary's angular face and while he was trying hard to look menacing, Ash thought the soft glow of the moon gave Gary's face a more somber tone to it. He didn't look menacing, he looked, good, actually, crush-worthy even. Course, fantasizing about the enemy wasn't exactly helping this situation. Besides, wasn't Ash all about Brock? What brought up Gary from rival status to prospective crush all of a sudden? Ash knew the answer. He was still raw from the earlier incident. Gary was solely focused on him and him alone and Ash couldn't help but be drawn to it. To be the sole receiver of the intense focus of whomever was better than the distant and confusing encounter with Brock earlier, at least this was straight to the point and clear. And the fact that Ash was just vulnerable and a wreck, after having spent some time to his thoughts, wallowing in his despair, he was up for any form of cheering up.
"Oh you'd love that wouldn't you," Gary teased, his grin never leaving his face. His voice was low and alluring and his face inches away. Ash gulped, frozen. This was awkward and could turn into something more awkward if he just stood there and stared at those lips. Or those eyes. Or any part of him actually. Why was he being such a basket case so desperate for attention? Was this what they called hormones? Was he really going to jump on anyone because of his raging teenage antics? It was definitely and completely waaaay out of line for him. He needed to think straight. Gary's face all up in his personal space wasn't exactly helping. "Muted by a boy? My, my, who would've thought Ash bagged for the other team." Gary's face inched ever more closely, taunting, provoking. He had Ash where he wanted him and after witnessing that Ash had a thing for the other team, his reconciliation to confront his rival since birth found more solid ground. This was happening and nothing was stopping him. Blame it on his arrogance, or on his blind ambition to follow through with his dreams.
"Asswipe, get the fuck off," Ash pushed the other boy away, heading for the camp's direction. He already had enough on his plate to feel bad. But as he placed his hands on to Gary's chest, and boy did they feel good - Damnit Ash Ketchum! Stop being such a man-whore! - Gary grabbed one of Ash's arms and turned him around, pulling him into a kiss. A very wet and forceful one, suffocating.
"I knew you would taste good," Gary whispered softly, his menacing stance gone and replaced with nothing but pure affection, if his eyes could sex someone up at that moment, he'd have a million babies. They were both heaving, panting for breath. The kiss had left them breathless and both struggled to keep themselves on their feet, using the other to balance himself. Ash was, he felt, he thought, nothing. His mind was blank. He could not think, nor speak, nor move. All he could do was breathe in Gary's musky scent, of daylong sweat and nothing more. Gary traced a finger down Ash's bare chest, his eyes transfixed with what he was doing, completely hypnotized.
"What..." Ash pushed Gary away, again, more forceful this time. The reality of what had happened finally sinking into his head. He went from dizzy, to shocked, to disbelief. What was going on? "What the hell did you just do?"
"Me? Weren't you involved as well?" Gary was sheepish, delighted even. Red colored his cheeks and he looked like a five-year old boy caught stealing from the cookie jar. Gary started to reach for Ash again.
"I... We..." Ash backed away.
"Ash?" Came a new voice from behind. Ash would recognize that voice anywhere, that one voice that starred all of his dreams, coupled with a face, and that toned body. Of course it just had to appear at the worst possible timing. He looked around him and there was Brock, in his pyjamas, wiping his eye, and then stretching. He looked like he'd just gotten up. "There you are. I've been looking all over... Is that Gary?"
"Hey Brock," Gary called him, his stance daring Brock to challenge him, eyes glaring. Why did that oaf have to come destroy the moment him and Ash were in. Why was he with Ash in the first place? If only Gary had understood what he really felt for Ash when they were choosing their first Pokémon, Brock wouldn't be in the picture. It would just be him and Ash, against the world. It was cheesy, but he reveled in the feeling. He was happy. A different kind of happy. And no one was going to get in his way.
"You uhm... Just got here?" Ash asked, guilty was an understatement. Now the cat was out, everyone was not really who they were, at least him and Gary. What they'd just done wasn't clear yet either. The whole thing was a complete mess. Everything was happening too fast. The evening had turned from uneventful to full of action... and some tongue.
"Yeah, it's hard to walk around when you're all sleepy," Brock had to pretend a dagger did not just cut through his chest. He'd stumbled upon the two guys before their lips had locked and he'd just stopped dead in his tracks when the kissing happened. He wanted to look away, to run, but he couldn't, he was frozen stiff where he was standing and it hurt. Had he known, had he manned up and asked Ash before Gary beat him to it, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe their first kiss wouldn't have been a quick one but the passionate one which he just saw.
The moon sat quietly in the heavens, gazing lazily at the secrets unfolding below her. She was grinning, a thin curve in the night sky, like that of the cheshire cat, watching silently. A faint gust of the cold night blew and Ash shivered. Now that he was functioning well again, he remembered his other bodily functions like his feelings and getting cold.
"Where's your t-shirt?" Brock and Gary both said at the same time. The two guys exchanged looks. Ash looked from one to the other, confused, raw and shivering cold.
"It's... back at camp."
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