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Raihan flicks through his phone, of candid selfies he’s taken of himself and Kabu - and a few that Kabu has no knowledge of.
Kabu training.
Kabu stretching.
That lucky shot he’s somehow managed to get of Kabu from the waist down. In a jockstrap. From behind.
God bless the locker-room.
He has a better ass than most young men, Raihan muses, tapping the screen to zoom, the hand on his dick wet with lube.
His crush started out innocently enough. It isn’t just physical. Kabu is stoic, measured, calm under pressure.
Everything Raihan isn’t. Raihan knows he is impulsive and rash. He knows their personalities are at complete odds.
But during the rare moments they speak to one another, Raihan sits there with a smile on his face as Kabu drones on and on about battle strategies, dynamax, and — as always — fire type Pokémon.
Raihan will nod, agreeing with any and everything the older man says.
“Yes, very underestimated... Definitely. Yes... I’m sure you’d give my team a run for their money...”
Raihan isn’t completely lying. Every gym leader has Pokémon they keep out of battle when the challengers make their rounds; and Kabu’s personal favourites are so overpowered that it's become somewhat of an urban legend in Galar.
Raihan ponders on that as his hand speeds up. Its becoming somewhat of a habit - thinking of Kabu for a quick climax. Simple enough. But when his thoughts first started straying, he put it down to a curiosity and nothing more. But the more it happens, the quicker he's realising that he can't deny it any longer.
Sudden thoughts of Kabu’s messy hair and clumsy kisses the morning after the night before. Thoughts of cuddling together in those colder winter months as they waited for a train. Thoughts turning worried, wondering suddenly of the media implications.
Okay, he's thinking way too far ahead into a hypothetical future...
Raihan looks back at his phone, at a pert high ass now taking up the entire screen.
Cum first; have an anxiety attack later, he tells himself.
Kabu, unbeknownst to Raihan, is having similar invasive thoughts, his own hand busy below the waist.
Why he has to let his conscience come along and ruin his erection, he has no idea.
He imagines what the press would say about them. Dirty old man. Young, naive kid—
“Shit.” Kabu feels himself going soft. He’d press those thoughts away when they came. Raihan was in his twenties. And he himself isn’t on the wrong side of fifty. Yet. Plenty of men his age have girlfriends as young as Raihan...
Kabu strokes himself faster, summoning back some hardness.
Not only that, but he is sure Opal had that “toy boy”, or so she calls him... And the media hadn’t been so unkind. There had been jokes, but she’d taken them in her stride - as Opal does with everything. She'd even gained more fans once the whole spectacle of it was over.
Except her ‘young and fun’ partner isn’t another gym leader. The word scandal appears before Kabu can stamp it down and away, and he's softening again.
He wishes it could work. Wishes that somehow every fear and worry turns out to be for nothing. Wishes circumstances could be different...
He hasn’t planned on falling for Raihan at all. The first few times they’d met, he’s chalking that initial reaction down to being impressed; because Raihan is impressive.
He certainly isn’t shaking for any other reason...
After the fifth time they’d so much as shared the same room, Kabu is beginning to realise that the adrenaline pumping through him is for more base reasons.
That's around the same time the mental images start. The fantasies.
That disastrous hoodie does Raihan no favours; and Kabu enjoys the moments when he wears something else. Like Leon, he has his fair share of fashion disasters in his wardrobe, but randomly he’ll wear something incredibly well fitted.
And its like a Cupid’s arrow every time.
Kabu huffs out a ragged breath remembering one in particular.
It was Christmas Eve, and Raihan had left his jacket in the taxi, already running late. When he met the rest of the gym leaders at the meal, Kabu had to stop himself from doing a double take.
Raihan, without that stupid hat, in a crisp white shirt; the sleeves of which were rolled up, exposing smooth dark forearms.
But that wasn’t what knocked the wind out of Kabu.
It was the fitted charcoal trousers, shined dress shoes, and the suspenders...
It was getting close to that time of year again. Kabu wonders what Raihan might wear to the meal this time.
It doesn’t take him very long to finish on that note.
Raihan lays there in his afterglow, spent and glowing with sweat. He catches a glimmer in the night sky from his bedroom window.
Raihan makes a wish.
And promptly jumps to his feet when something bright crash lands some feet away.
Throwing on enough clothing to appear decent, the gym leader rushes outside to inspect. He feels his heart soar, before confusion sets in.
Half a wishing star..?
As Kabu is about to succumb to sleep, he bolts upright, a glowing crater in the back garden.