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Professor Samuel Oak’s head ached.
No, that wasn’t right. His entire body ached. He moaned as he opened his eyes, closing them almost immediately against the morning sun streaming in the window. Water. Crawling out of bed, he shrugged on his robe and made for the bathroom.
Drinking water from an upstairs tap wasn’t ideal, but the need for rehydration was urgent. Sam braced himself on the sink as he gulped the cool liquid down. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to make him feel human. He would ask what on earth had possessed him, but he already knew the answer to that question.
Delia was engaged.
He’d known she was dating, and that it was serious. He didn’t particularly like or approve of Jessie, formerly of Team Rocket, but he hadn’t said anything when Delia had taken up with Jack Ketchum and he damn well wasn’t going to say anything now. And he had no right to be upset. As fond of Delia as he was, for all the times they’d gone out to dinner and on vacation and even fallen into bed together, he’d never tried to take it further. He’d made all the excuses – he wasn’t ready for another long-term relationship; he didn’t want to risk losing her as a friend; it would complicate things with Ash. But the truth was, if he’d loved Delia he wouldn’t have let any of those things stand in his way. Yet at her engagement party the night before, he’d realised his feelings ran deeper than they’d seemed, leaving him nursing a mix of regret, wistfulness, jealousy, and even a little anger. And apparently he’d decided to pour alcohol on top, because of course that always solved everything.
With a groan, Sam washed his face and had another glass of water. Ash and Tracey had been at the party, held at the local bar. Sam prayed he hadn’t got wasted in front of them. He ran his hands through his hair with a sigh, and resolved to go back to bed.
He stopped dead in the bedroom doorway, his stomach dropping as he was confronted by the second stupid thing he’d done last night. Face down on the far side of the bed lay the other former member of Team Rocket who had made Pallet Town his home for the past year. The sight of the sleeping, blue-haired man immediately triggered the memory of being pushed against a flimsy restroom stall divider as a warm mouth swallowed his cock. A second followed closely on its heels – that of an intense, full-body orgasm that had left him quaking for several seconds afterwards.
Going back to bed was not an option. Sam retreated as silently as possible, closing the door behind him, and stumbled downstairs in a daze. He needed to think. And some strong coffee.
Sitting at the kitchen table sipping his drink, Sam began to make a concerted effort to piece together the events of the previous evening. He remembered Delia looking happier than he’d ever seen her. He remembered Ash joking around with his soon-to-be stepmom. He remembered gradually retreating to the bar… and James was there.
The younger man straightened up, looking down at him. “I always forget how short you are.”
Sam bristled, but managed to hide it. “And yet you’ve successfully impersonated me on a number of occasions.”
A chuckle. “You’re famous. People expect you to be taller.”
At some point, Delia and Jessie had taken a very tired Ash home, and Tracey had caught a ride with them. Delia had given him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, thanking him for coming out, and he’d said something insincere about not missing it for the world. Then they were gone, and James was still there… looking like Sam felt.
“We both agreed we’d make a horrible couple.” James finished the fruity cocktail he was drinking, voice sounding a little thick. “We bickered all the time. I never wanted that to be the reason we stopped being a team.” He sighed. “Oh well. At least I’ll get to be a bridesmaid.”
Sam had taken a look at James then, long hair and long legs, pouting slightly as he leaned back against the bar. In the right light, one could easily mistake him for…
“Another drink?”
Things got hazy after that. He remembered James pushing him against the divider, eagerly going down on him as the drunken, spiteful thought this’ll show her went through his mind. Sam set his coffee aside and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes with a moan. He was too old to act out like a spurned teenager. They were bound to have been seen, too. Thank goodness he was in Pallet where the worst he’d have to deal with was some small-town gossip, and not somewhere like Celadon City where there might be reporters.
His self-recriminations were interrupted by the sounds of movement coming from above him. He supposed he ought to offer his… guest breakfast, or at least a cup of coffee. With a sigh, Sam rose and made his way back upstairs.
He entered the bedroom just in time to find the window open and James, fully clothed, with one foot on the windowsill and both hands on the frame. The younger man froze in place, staring at him like a Stantler in the headlights.
“Wait – don’t –!”
Speaking was a mistake – it spurred James into action, and before Sam could shout “We’re two floors up!” he was gone. Grimacing at the resulting crash, Sam rushed over to the window in time to see James struggling his way out of a bush. Apparently none the worse for the fall, he took off running… in the worst direction possible.
“No, that’s the Tauros habitat!”
The sounds of bellowing, stampeding and high-pitched shrieks drifted across the compound. Sam stood paralysed, barely able to bring himself to watch as he tried to think how to help. Fortunately, James came charging back with all his limbs intact, zigzagging across the grass…
…heading straight for the electric fence.
Sam finally tore himself away from the window and rushed downstairs. He heard the crack and sizzle a second before he reached the switch. Shutting off the power, he opened the front door and poked his head outside in time to see James making a second rush at the fence. A shouted “Thank you!” reached Sam as James clambered up it and leaped down from the other side.
“Professor!” Tracey skidded into the hallway, still in his pyjama pants. “What’s going on? Did something spook the Tauros?”
“Everything’s all right,” Sam replied with a sigh, switching the fence back on. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, and his hangover was back in full force. “Tracey, I’m not feeling very well today. Would you mind taking care of things? I’ll make it up to you.”
“Of course,” Tracey replied with a nod. Sam mustered a smile for the young man and went back upstairs. At least now he could try to sleep this off. He peeled back the duvet and grimaced. Judging from the state of the sheets, he and James had both enjoyed themselves last night. But then why had the younger man been so quick to flee, risking life and limb in the process? Was he really so mortified that he’d slept with an “old man”? Or worse – maybe he’d been far more drunk than Sam had realised last night. Now there was a horrible thought. If only he could remember…
Changing the bedlinen reminded him that he felt – well, not very clean. A hot shower wouldn’t hurt. Running the water until it was the right temperature, Sam let his robe fall to the floor and stepped under the spray. He closed his eyes as the soothing warm water cascaded over his body and started again. They were at the bar. Drinks were had. James had… started to blow him in the restroom. Somehow they had ended up here. Sam reached for the soap and began to lather up.
There was a bruise just below his waist.
“Oh, you’re going to need a new hip when I’m finished with you.”
Sam stilled.
They were barely upstairs before James was on top of him, tearing off his clothes and sucking his cock like it held the antidote. Sam tangled his fingers in soft blue hair, moaning encouragement. He heard a strange sound and realised a moment later that James was rummaging blindly in the bedside locker.
“…what’re you doing?” he panted.
James pulled his mouth off Sam’s cock with a wet pop.
“You’re a professor,” he slurred. “S’an experiment.” He smirked up at him. “You’ll like it.”
Oh. Oh. Sam wet his lips.
“…second drawer.”
After a few minutes, James found what he was looking for. He uncapped the tube and took Sam in his mouth once more. Sam braced himself for the first finger, his breath hitching as it slid inside. A second joined it, and then they curled and he nearly saw stars.
“Told you,” James mumbled around him. “Men know what men like.”
Sam couldn’t reply, too busy gasping and writhing on the other man’s fingers, lost in the pulse of his body and the feeling of something intense building and building –
“Turn over.”
He did as he was bid, biting down on the pillow as he was breached by something rather larger than fingers. The momentary discomfort was soon replaced by the same intense pleasure he’d felt earlier, the mattress creaking as James rocked against him, slipping a slick hand under his belly to grasp his aching cock. It only took a few strokes to tip him over the edge, his orgasm coming from inside and crashing in waves, rushing through his entire body, almost enough to make him see Arceus…
The water had run cold. Sam barely felt it. There were more pressing things to worry about.
Such as the fact that he was half-hard just from the memory.
Oh, no.