Title: Uncomfortable
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #97, Uncomfortable
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Shonen-ai, PWP

 

            Red squirmed slightly as he took another bite of his sandwich. The mustard was spicy hot, dripping off slices of pink ham and oozing over white bread. However, the spices assaulting his taste buds were the least of his worries. The oppressive summer heat beating down upon their picnic was also ignored. Instead, his eyes were focused firmly on Lance’s lips and tongue as he casually took another bite of his chocolate ice cream.

            Red thought he would go mad if Lance didn’t stop soon. He could only imagine that tongue wrapped around his throbbing cock, and he clenched his legs together more tightly, taking another sip of pink lemonade to calm his nerves. He was only glad that the bulging basket between them hid his erection.

            Lance smiled at him, and Red grinned back foolishly, knowing that his face was flaming.  He stared as Lance took yet another bit, pausing to swipe a bit of spilled chocolate from his chin.

            He groaned, then, and Lance looked at him, alarmed.

 

            “Are you all right? You don’t sound too good.”

            “F-Fine.” Red croaked.

            “You most certainly do not sound fine to me.” Lance said severely. He got up and walked over, still holding the ice cream. Red flushed and tried not to move, but he could feel his cock straining against his jeans and it ached so…

            Lance knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his forehead. “You feel quite flushed.”

            “Sun…”

            “Hmm? Yes, you’re right. We haven’t been out of the Plateau for quite a few months. Maybe you have heat stroke. Lie down.”

            Red whimpered, and refused to budge.

            Lance blinked. Then, he pushed Red down onto the blanket. The Champion squeaked as he trembled.

 

            Lance eyed the wet spot and the bulge forming in Red’s jeans and smirked. “Ah… so that’s why you’re looking so feverish. Let me help with that, Champion.”

            Red eeped, and that was when Lance leaned over and undid his pants, pulling his cock free. Red shivered, before he gasped. Lance casually put his ice cream down and flicked the tip of his tongue over Red’s shaft, before dipping his head to engulf more of it. Red bucked his hips slightly as the Dragon Master sank down upon him, bobbing up and down as his cock smoothly slid down his throat.

            Lance chuckled, causing Red to blink in surprise before he felt his balls tightening. He gripped Lance’s long hair tightly as he felt jet after jet of cum spurt down Lance’s throat. The red-haired man snarled, feeling the tug, but did not release Red, until he felt Red starting to soften in his mouth. He gave his prick a few more long, lush licks and then let him go.

 

            Red blushed, staring at Lance mouth agape, a few strands of hair still clutched tightly in his fists. Lance shook his head, grinning.

            “Didn’t that help you feel better?”

            “Y-Yes, but…”

            “But what, Red?” Lance licked his lips, causing Red to blush harder as he noticed a stray bit of white escaping. The idea that Lance would do this to him – it was incredible. Already, he could feel himself hardening again at what might happen next.

            Lance eyed Red with a smirk. “So, Champion, how may I serve you further?” He almost purred.

           

            Red groaned. Was it possible to come at the sound of Lance’s voice alone? Oh yes, it was. He remembered several times when he had found himself wet and hard beneath his desk while listening to Lance talk about legislation and even general conversation. He hadn’t known listening to Lance rant about Bruno’s incompetence could be such a turn on…

            “K-Keep talking…” He murmured, wrapping a hand around himself and beginning to stroke eagerly.

            “As you wish. Is there any subject matter you would prefer?”

            The younger boy did not speak, his hand busily working over his shaft. He began to massage his sac and balls as Lance continued to speak, quoting what seemed like erotic literature? The Dragon Master’s voice flowed over his body like caressing hands, and he arched upwards, panting. The falling syllables only served to increase his arousal and he came hard with a grunt against his fist, coating his hand, thighs and chest with pearly seed. Even then, he felt stiff and ready for more. Oh, how he wanted more… much more than this…

            He wanted Lance to touch him in the most intimate way possible, and he gulped as the Dragon Master stalked closer, cape swirling behind him in invisible wind.

           

            “Do you know what you are asking me for, Champion?”

            “I think so.” Red breathed.

            Lance nodded. “And do you know what I expect of you?”

            Red blinked. “... No.”

            “I don’t want this to be just a casual fuck between friends, Red. If you want me to go that far, take you to that step, then you have to commit to monogamy with me. You have to love me like a lover, not just a friend. Can you do that?”

            Red thought he could.

            He wasn’t involved with anyone else – he hadn’t actually gotten farther than a bit of kissing with his previous girlfriend, and ever since he had moved into the Plateau two years ago, he hadn’t had a lot of social contact.

            “I think so.”

           

            Lance smiled. “Are you a virgin?”

            “Y-Yes…” Red squeaked.

            “My… all right. I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, but it may still hurt.” He soothed, sitting down next to Red and pulling him into a deep kiss.

            Red moaned as he felt Lance’s tongue enter his mouth, tasting greedily. He could taste himself on Lance’s lips and colored more.

            “A-Are you?” He stammered, not sure if he would like the answer.

            Lance shrugged. “Yes.”

            “R-Really? But…. But….”

            “I’ve…experimented quite a bit, love,” Was all Lance said, and then Red felt slick fingers close over his nipples and he quit thinking.

            It felt so good…

 

            Lance pinched Red’s nipples to rosy little buds, before he leaned down and flicked his tongue over one. Red shuddered, as an electric shock seemed to leap through his system.

            “My, rather sensitive here, are you not?” Lance asked, as his free hand trailed down to the crease between Red’s buttocks. Red nodded mutely and then tensed as he felt the tip of Lance’s finger enter him.

            “Shh…” Lance crooned.

            “I…I do want…”

            “I know. We’ll just take it slowly.” Lance slid his finger in, hearing Red’s breath catch. “Better?”

            Red gave a garbled moan as a second, than a third finger joined in. after a few more minutes, Lance decided that Red was ready, and so he undid his pants and positioned himself.

           

            As he felt Red clamp down upon him, Lance could not restrain hissing. Red looked up at him, almost worried.

            “No.” Lance hissed. “I’m not hurt.”

            Red relaxed, and soon, Lance was impaled up to the hilt. As he began to move, the Champion cried out with every punishing thrust.

            Lance could scarcely believe how unbelievably tight Red was. He could feel hot, dry heat surrounding his stiff prick, and he purred as he began to stroke Red’s cock in time with his thrusts.

            It did not take long before Red came, crying incoherently as Lance pistoned in and out of him. The feeling of that hardness inside of him was incredible…

            “L-Lance!”

            Lance growled as he gave a few more thrusts before his own orgasm swept over him in a wave. He collapsed against Red, feeling Red’s heart beating erratically as he sighed.

            “Wow.” Red finally managed after several long moments.

            Lance kissed him, and Red squirmed underneath his hands, eagerly beginning to move as his hands roved over Lance’s clothed chest.

            “I… I want to touch you too, Lance…”

            Lance half-smiled. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to head home to do this. There’s only one zipper on my suit.

            Red blinked, as his eyes moved to Lance’s crotch. He blinked as he noticed the almost invisible zipper leading up to Lance’s neck.

            “Oh…”

            “Do you mind waiting?”

            “Nah. It’ll be nice to do it in a bed.”

            Lance chuckled, and they packed up and headed home, Red brimming with happiness and Lance chuckling.

           

 

End Fic

Completed 10/10/06

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*Hugs Yoru Ryu for putting up a championshipping lemon on ff.net. It’s always inspiring to see more fics of pairings you like*