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Another morning, another day. Erel felt sore all over for some reason and he couldn’t remember much of what happened last night let alone what was happening right now. Part of working so hard meant that sometimes you just had to deal with mornings like this. That, and generally he needed a few minutes out of bed to really start thinking about the day. One thing to note while he was lying there under the covers, was that he didn’t feel the protection of a single article of clothing. Must have either been a hot one or he was just too lazy to get something on after a shower, except, none of those reasons made much sense considering he had AC and he usually didn’t like to sleep ass out. Grunting, he pushed the palm of his hand against his forehead while trying to jumpstart his groggy brain. The dull sound of a fan overhead kept on turning, the noise registering in his head as his senses started up alongside his tired mind. He had a case he had been working on. Pick. A scrafty, and one that he had been getting along with relatively well. Both of his eyes cracked open as the gears in his head started cranking properly. He sat up slowly and noticed that his arm had been seized. He looked down and spotted Pick’s slumbering mug buried against his elbow. Erel had fucked his case.
Having sex with a pokemon in and of itself was more of a personal dilemma but one that he did not have. Pokemon could be smarter than humans most of the time and so he saw no problem with taking one to bed, in particular, if there was a willingness there between the pair going at it. That being said, what he had done was a bit different. He had been assigned to keep watch over this pokemon, this former criminal, and make sure that they kept themselves safe. What he did could be seen as using his position for favor. He had leverage in this relationship, he had the power, and he had decided to ignore all of that in order to satisfy his own needs. Was it exactly like that? No, but he couldn’t help but feel that’s the way it was.
He moved to sit at the edge of the bed while pinching his brow while trying to figure out what to do, and more importantly, what to say to Pick when he woke up. Erel wasn’t even sure if he could look at the pokemon let alone have a conversation with him. At the same time, it wouldn’t be right to just step out to gather his own thoughts. For one, he needed to be the responsible party, and second, he just couldn’t do that to Pick. Letting Pick wake up to an empty apartment considering his past seemed like the perfect way to get Pick to relapse. He couldn’t just abandon the pokemon but he needed to think about this. What did this relationship mean? He didn’t just want to get off with the pokemon’s body and yet, they really didn’t have something deeper right now even if Erel cared about him.
It was frustrating enough that he found himself pressing the palm of his hand into the side of his head and that was when he felt clawed digits prodding at his side. Erel breathed out and turned his head to see Pick looking up at him groggily from the sheets. It didn’t take sign language to see the question in his tilted head. He thought about looking away, about saying that he needed some sort of time to think but that didn’t seem right at all. Erel might have abandoned his professionalism in the heat of the moment, but that didn’t mean he had abandoned his heart.
Quietly, he began, “I was a bit surprised to see you next to me like this and uh, see that I wasn’t wearing anything. Not entirely unpleasant but I have to wonder, did I make the right choice? For both of us.” When he saw the frown forming, he continued on, “Listen, it's my job to make sure that you’re on the straight and narrow. I’m supposed to carry myself with a bit of professionalism. A housing situation like this is to establish trust and what I did was a breach of trust and could be seen as me using my position to get you in bed.” He then rubbed the back of his head, “Certainly didn’t have much luck before this.”
He winced as he felt the pokemon swat at his side before Pick sat up in a huff and began to move his fingers, “Fuck off with that. We had sex. So what? Think that makes you a bad nanny? Think that means you’re some kinda villain taking advantage of me? Fuck, I’d like it if you were but you’re not. You’re a good guy and maybe a bit stupid. You’ve got a naked pokemon next to you that you fucked relentlessly last night and you’re seriously thinking about your professionalism? The power dynamic? I was going to suck your dick dry this morning for giving me such a good time!” Pick’s expression then softened, “It felt good, and I’d like to keep doing whatever this is. Making art. Making mistakes and annoying you. I’ve only known you for a day but you’ve treated me well so don’t beat yourself up over something that might as well have been a gift to me. Dumbass.”
Erel felt stupid, for a lot of different reasons. He couldn’t bring himself to embrace the other, so instead he took the hand that had been prodding and smacking his side and breathed out, “Right, guess I’m an idiot. I was worried about taking advantage of you and figured I was making some sort of mistake and well, guess you made it clear enough how you felt last night. Something else is, well, we don’t need to rush this. We have time to talk and figure things out. Y’know, get to know each other.”
Pick rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away before swatting Erel’s back. He then pulled the covers off of himself while snorting, fingers moving, “Whatever. We don’t need to get to know each other’s past or whatever. Anything we need to know will come out over time and y’know, good job ruining the mood when I said I’d blow you.”
He blinked as Pick hopped off the bed and stretched wide before rubbing his chin, “Hm, something tells me you don’t want to talk it out.”
The pokemon shrugged before turning toward him, eyes rolling in a crescent while he signed, “I don’t because there’s nothing much to talk about. I already said my piece and I think that’s enough. There’s no need to complicate things too much and whatever happened in the past to either of us can stay there for all I care. You already know how my team treated me, so that should be enough too.”
Erel got up and stepped around the bed to plant a hand on the pokemon’s shoulder, squeezing gently before he muttered, “I told you before I wasn’t going to push you and I meant that.” It didn’t feel right to just end it like that, so he leaned down to plant a gentle peck on the pokemon’s cheek before humming, “How about we get a shower?”
Pick smiled and answered by planting a playful fist on his hip and pushing. He started leading the way to the shower while trying to put it all out of his mind. That really should have solved all of his concerns but he couldn't help but keep on turning his gears. Except, now he wasn’t sure what Pick wanted out of this. Just sex? That could be arranged. Some intimacy, or maybe even a bit more than that? He wasn’t sure. It felt like there was something more there but Pick didn’t seem to want to talk about it. That being said, it was the morning and he was getting a bit tired of it himself.
He had spent his time mulling about cases, always thinking about the deeper aspects of emotions and thoughts, always trying to carefully maneuver around something dangerous and complex. Maybe this was just something simple, and whatever came out of it would remain in many ways simple. And that wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. He found his shoulders relaxing as he headed into the bathroom.
A shower awaited them much like the one in the bathroom but there was a linen closet between his room and the bathroom that he tracked back to first. Two towels were taken from there before he hung them up and slid open the door. Pick stepped on through first and then he did. He reached over to turn the knob to let the water start streaming out of the showerhead, cold first and soon warm. The hiss of the water flowing from the showerhead covered the sounds of the air conditioning unit buzzing through the apartment and he breathed out in delight as he felt it hit his skin. There were scratches and other sore spots that appreciated the warm water,
When he looked down to see what the scrafty was doing, Pick had a little grin on his features, eyes peering back up at him. He was uncertain what to make of that expression until he started waking up a bit more with the water streaming down his body. His morning wood had been robbed from him thanks to overthinking but right now he could feel the warmth between his legs start to rise as he took notice of the pokemon’s body again. Lithe and lovely with plumpness in the thighs and rear. The water falling onto the pokemon’s scale traced every inch of his body. Droplets slid down the scales, what little steam rising not enough to cover the pokemon’s form as the mist gathered on the glass around them.
There was a part of him that wanted to turn away because he wasn’t quite sure if they should do this after the conversation that they just had. At the same time, he wanted to relax a bit more, wanted to keep things somewhat simple. He was aroused and it looked like Pick was more than happy to help. That being said, the pokemon wasn’t doing anything. Just staring at him with a grin and an occasional chuckle. The pokemon even crossed his arms while leaning back against the shower wall. He wasn’t that dumb. He wasn’t so stupid as to not remember that the pokemon had told him he had interrupted what would have been a good moment. So it would be up to him to take the initiative.
Erel grabbed onto the base of his shaft and started to pump it slowly. He didn’t say anything just yet but he pointed his cock at the pokemon’s face and began to stroke. He was surprised to see how quickly Pick’s grin faded, how flustered those lovely scales on his cheek began to grow as he kept on pumping himself to full erection. Maybe he should just push his cock into the pokemon’s throat and get it done with, or maybe he should actually ask instead of being a jackass. Something told him that Pick wouldn’t mind either way and so he decided to go with the middle ground.
He planted his cock against the pokemon’s cheek while muttering, “Hey, mind helping me out with this?”
Pick winced, other eye staring at his heavy shaft before his hands came up slowly to sign out the words, “Sure, you fucking pervert.”
That last bit had to be just to sound tough and anyone could see that if they looked at Pick. The pokemon wrapped a set of fingers around his shaft to clasp it gingerly while Erel let go. Slowly, Pick slapped it onto his face and mouth, lips shut tight for now while his other hand moved under to grasp onto Erel’s balls. It felt like the pokemon was taking his sweet time, and maybe that was because it was the morning and they were both still waking up and maybe last night had gone too quickly to really admire one another. On Erel’s part, he had absolutely been sure to admire the pokemon’s body but right now underneath the glare of the bathroom’s light even in the shower, he could trace every inch of the pokemon from head to tail.
Slender body, strong hips with a plump rear. Tail was a bit thicker at the base than he remembered. It was good for him to take it a bit slower, good for him to really take everything in and remember that Pick was into it. It certainly helped that it felt like Pick was taking in every one of his details as well. The pokemon’s eyes had narrowed a bit, a smile still on his face as that look seemed to scan his form. He was a strong man, stout too since he enjoyed a good bit of takeout alongside the exercise.
There was a note of tenderness in the pokemon’s touch as clawed digits moved from his shaft and balls up to his sides and up to his chest. Pick leaned up, claws moving up to his shoulders to feel down against the arm, his shaft squeezed between them. The pokemon kept on leaning up, kept on staring at him until their gazes were locked. He read that quiet desire and leaned down to embrace the pokemon, to plant his mouth against Pick’s.
Tongue’s met in a gentle game, claws trailing down his lower back to his rear. He hadn’t expected such a soft touch, and hadn’t expected the desire for a kiss either. It almost felt too tender, too sweet. It had him thinking about prettier things, prettier places, and a strange but comfortable future. Hell, he even caught himself seeing a flash of a ring on the pokemon’s finger. Was he that easy? Maybe he really had been pent up for a long time if he had been thinking of marrying a pokemon he had just met. When was the last time he let himself really love?
He hummed and clung onto the pokemon to drink down more of that love, warm spit swapped between their lips, little sighs escaping between their kiss only to be drowned out by the shower all around them. And finally, those gentle digits moved back to his shaft, both of them taking hold of the member by the base and by the tip. Erel lowered the pokemon carefully and let their lips part so they could both take a breather but their eyes remained locked together and he could see the pokemon’s desire just as erect as his.
A thought occurred to him, an idea forming as a small smile touched his expression full of mischief and mirth. He got down onto his knees, the pokemon’s hands on his shoulders. Before Pick could air out any concerns or questions, Erel placed his mouth over the pokemon’s shaft. He wasn’t an expert but he knew enough. He cupped the pokemon’s balls gingerly, tongue pushing against the bottom as he dipped closer and closer to the crotch, struggling just a bit at the halfway point. At the same time, his efforts bore a lovely fruit.
Pick uttered a little hiss, the hands at his shoulders moving to the back of his head to cling. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit with the pokemon’s dick in his mouth and that earned a different kind of reaction. A rumble escaped Pick before he thrust. Erel had been prepared for the retaliation and only struggled as he found his nose pushing against the pokemon’s crotch. By now, it seemed like Pick was losing himself in the sensation, hips moving while Erel grabbed onto his thighs.
He held on tight while letting the pokemon work out his lust while allowing Pick to pump into his mouth until suddenly, he felt the first line of heat staining his tongue. Salted pleasure spread over his mouth, and he swallowed every drop that he could manage. Pick was left panting over his head, body trembling, grip on his head easing up to let Erel pull back. With a grunt, he got up and looked down to see that the pokemon was staring up at him with a small frown, panting before pushing both hands onto his gut causing him to cough.
“What? I wasn’t that out of practice, was I?” Erel said with a chuckle.
The pokemon’s fingers moved in several ways that made it a bit difficult to understand what he was trying to sign until those trembling digits finally managed to get the message through a single word that he could catch, “Asshole.”
Part of him wanted to take that seriously but he had just got the pokemon off and he realized that perhaps he had literally blown his bright right out. The poor thing’s cheeks were flushed and his legs were shaking and even locked in a bit. He puckered in his lips for a second before he started to just chuckle, and then laugh. Erel laughed and the coloring on the pokemon’s cheeks began to burn brighter and he felt ineffective slaps begin to pepper his sides.
When he was done laughing, he grabbed Pick’s wrists and muttered, “Sorry ‘bout that, were you not expecting me to do something like that? I mean, c’mon, I’m not gonna bend over for you but I can at least get you off now and then with a bit of extra love.” That last word seemed to bring more of a burning to the pokemon’s cheeks but before any curses could be signed, Erel brought him in for a tight hug and muttered, “C’mon, we’re partners now, right? Let me love you a little bit.”
The pokemon turned away and actually put his hands on his face. Was he that embarrassed about being loved? About the return of affection? Or maybe it was something a bit deeper? Right now he just wanted to enjoy the sight of the pokemon on the backfoot, and turned around he also enjoyed the sight of Pick’s plump ass. He took a step forward and prodded his shaft against the small of the pokemon’s back, Pick hopping a bit before turning his head to give him a fantastic side-eye. Erel even touched his chest and doubled over a bit as if he had been struck by the powerful defense-shattering glare of a dangerous pokemon.
That seemed to melt a bit of the anger steaming around the pokemon. Still, Pick looked forward instead of at him giving him the cold shoulder. Somehow, he just couldn’t feel anything other than a bit of humor tickling at his gut. It felt good to be the one teasing the pokemon endlessly and Erel figured he might as well enjoy this before Pick got his revenge out in public or something like that. He knew that something was gonna come back to bite him in the ass but for now, he wanted to enjoy this.
He looped his arms around the pokemon, letting them clasp together while he set his chin on the pokemon’s head and muttered, “C’mon. Didn’t I ask nicely for you to help me out? Can’t you use your hand? Your mouth? Maybe that fat tail of yours?”
A genuine harumph escaped the pokemon’s mouth but there was an unmistakable shudder that he felt through the contact of his body pressed against Pick’s. That fat tail was already wrapped around his leg, but even then the pokemon signed against the wall, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”
“I’ll let you decide where we go today.” He said quietly before planting his mouth on the pokemon’s neck, eyes shut as he added, “So please use that pretty tail of yours.”
Erel opened his eyes as he felt a hand on his cheek, his head moving to see that the pokemon had turned his head enough to meet his gaze. From the side their lips met in a gentle embrace of lip on lip, the pokemon’s tail curling around his shaft nice and slow to squeeze and tug. He smiled as he felt that warmth, smiled as he felt the pokemon’s body against him. An idea occurred as their kiss parted, and perhaps parted a bit too soon because Pick seemed to pout.
He returned their lips together after he reached above to grab a bottle off a little rack hanging off the shower head’s neck. Carefully, he poured a body wash on himself and the pokemon, and when he was certain he had enough, tossed the bottle to the side and started grinding against Pick’s rear and body. Belly to back, cock, and crotch to tail. He pushed and thrust, humped, and ground. His arms did work too, wrapping around the pokemon’s body, fingers dancing along the scales as his mind began to flood with delight. He had to tell himself to calm down a bit because they were just starting out but already he was feeling love blossom in his heart so strongly from this intimate touch.
His lips remained on the pokemon’s neck while their body’s ground together, while his eyes shut and he just enjoyed the feeling of the water trailing between them and the friction growing each moment. Eventually, his breaths began to pour free as he felt pressure grinding from deep within, the pokemon’s body shuddering as he felt that lovely tail tighten around his member. He thrust a bit harder, thrust as if he were inside of the pokemon ready to let their balls kiss. They didn’t have any lube right now but still, he wanted to see the pokemon’s rear, still he wanted to catch that sight to remember how it felt.
Rumbling, voice full of lust, Erel muttered, “Hey, spread your ass for me. I’m about to blow.”
Pick looked toward him with a raised brow for a second as they separated. The pokemon’s tail slipped away from his cock and for a moment he wondered Pick was going to berate him or tease him about the request. Instead, the pokemon turned forward and bent over carefully, just enough that his rear was hiked up, his tail doing the same. Both of his hands grabbed onto his plush rear, claws digging in just a bit as he spread himself for Erel nice and wide.
He took hold of his shaft at the sight of that puckered hole displayed for him, and he felt a sort of dominance in this position. It felt as if he were being shown something he owned. Maybe it was the lust, maybe it was his hand constantly pumping his cock, but he really felt like the master right now in this situation. However, he didn’t want to be the master. Even as he pumped his dick and poured heat into his own mind through the friction of his action, he found that he wanted to love the pokemon and be given that love in return. To hell with it being too soon.
Erel pumped his dick until he felt the heat start to burst from the tip until he felt the pressure release all in one go. He cursed as he painted that rear with his mark, painted that lovely hole with his stain. His hips thrust forward at the same time, pushing the tip against Pick's puckered entrance as if he were about to dig right in. Instead, he kept it on the outside and let his climax keep on pooling up between the Scrafty's plump ass. When he finished, he almost wanted to mutter a statement of his claim, something that would tell the pokemon who he belonged to.
Pick acted first, however, turning around and standing up fully to lean against the wall and bring his hands up. A simple word was signed, nice and slow for him to understand, “Pervert.”
The word was signed and said while the pokemon gave him a little smile, a tiny smirk full of mischief. Instead of responding to the pokemon’s tease, he grabbed Pick’s hands and squeezed gently before pulling the pokemon into a gentle embrace. He just chuckled and stayed there while basking in the afterglow, and also the strange exhaustion coming over him. Maybe getting heated in a steamy shower was the perfect recipe to bring on a headache.
Breathing out, he pulled back and muttered, “Right, let’s actually get clean and do something.”
Pick didn’t answer him but instead stood under the spray of the shower as a silent bit of agreement. The rest of the shower went as a shower should. He got out of the shower feeling a bit overheated and a bit soggy, but he felt damn good. He figured that Pick could dry up on his own and headed out to the kitchen wearing a shirt and boxers for now to get started on breakfast. Coffee. Eggs. Bacon. The sounds of the kitchen began to unfold replacing the haziness in his mind from the steamy shower. Bubbling water getting ready to brew coffee, eggs, and bacon sizzling together with the occasional sound of a spatula hitting the pan.
Just as he was setting plates and serving portions on the bartop, Pick came out dressed in his hoodie stretching wide before pausing as he saw the food. Fork and knife were provided and as soon as Pick sat down, he started eating. There was something special about seeing someone eating the food you made with gusto. He hadn’t really thought about it before because he had mostly cooked for himself to avoid getting sick from takeout, but this was nice. He stood instead of coming around to sit, leaning forward while picking away at his own place.
To the pokemon’s credit, he came around to do the dishes once he was finished and even offered to do Erel’s once he had completed his own meal. While Pick was finishing with the last set of forks, he rubbed his chin and muttered, “Right, so I let you decide what we were going to do today. I figured a gym day might be good but what do you think?”
Pick hummed for a bit before setting the last fork set. He then looked toward Erel with a grin and signed, “Clothes. All I got left is this hoodie and it’s got holes in places.”
He craned his neck and Pick turned to the side to show there were a few rips that could become serious holes in a few turns in a washing machine. He was just content to let Pick choose from his clothes but thinking about it seriously, that wasn’t going to work out and so he rubbed the back of his head and sniffed, “Well, guess I can’t blame you for that especially since this’ll be your home on a more permanent basis.” He then snickered, “Gotta treat my new wife good.”
The pokemon’s tail swatted the ground, his cheeks brightening with color before Pick looked at his hands before swatting him in the side. He puckered his mouth to hold back his laughter as Pick headed to the door and out of sight apparently ready to go already. Breakfast and decision-making out of the way, he still had one last thing to do. He found himself a coat and a pair of jeans before heading around back to the front of the apartment where Pick was standing there with his arms crossed and the scales of his cheeks still touched by a bit of color. They headed out as soon as he touched the door and without a word. Pick walked ahead a bit while giving him the cold shoulder but didn’t seem to mind as he placed a hand atop his head and followed a bit closer. By the time they were at street level, Pick was smiling again. Swatting his hand and making a few vague signs that might have been playful insults, but smiling regardless.
Erel in general enjoyed where he lived because much of it was walkable. His work building wasn’t too far away and most of the cases he had to work on were around the area. Most people didn’t consider this part of the city to be that great, in fact, prices were pretty low in rent mostly because this was considered dangerous. There were a few problems here and there, but there were good people and pokemon living here, and plenty of good places to stop by. They weren’t going to be stopping by any of the smaller stores today but walking on the sidewalk revealed plenty of places that he’d have to take Pick later. Food places with distinct flavors that you could smell while passing by the door. Small bars and pubs with their own typical clientele and even a few specialty places that had their own flavors and mixes.
There were a few eyes that recognized him, a few folk and pokemon that waved or asked if he’d like to stop by, and he waved back and kept on walking. The shopping center they were looking for was a department store around the block and across the street. A fat building with a wide variety of stores tucked into it. They went through glass doors that parted for them automatically as they got close and he immediately led Pick over to the escalators to start their ascent.
While they were heading up to the third floor he said quietly, “There’s a good bakery on the fourth floor. They used to operate off a little rickety shop out near the apartment building but they got a spot in here after some good business. I’ll take you some time if you’ve got a sweet tooth.”
When he looked toward Pick, the pokemon sniffed while moving his hands, “So, y’kinda got your dick in a lot of places?” When Erel simply frowned and was about to remind Pick that he hadn’t been with anyone in a while, the pokemon added with a chuckle while shaking his head, “I mean, you know a lot about this part of the city?”
While tapping his fingers along the rail of the escalator, he hummed, “Hm, guess I do. I’ve been here for a while and as soon as I started working I started trying to memorize every little special detail I could about this place. I like this neck of the woods and wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He then smiled, “Except maybe a vacation to the beach in a hotter place during the Winter.”
Pick snorted and Erel looked over to see the pokemon staring at him with a raised brow while moving his fingers, “You take vacations?”
Erel clucked his tongue, “No, not in a while. Usually, I don’t see the point, but a trip to the beach with you might be nice. Right?”
The pokemon smirked and signed, “You just wanna have an excuse to see me in less clothes and touch me. Spread some cream all over me.”
He cleared his throat and was about to say something when he lurched forward as they were dropped off onto the third floor. Pick headed forward and this time, he accepted the loss and just followed along. The clothing store wasn’t too far off from the escalators on the third floor and they headed on in. There weren’t that many people or pokemon shopping right now but there were still a few. Erel and Pick headed through the white glare of the lights, around carpeted segments, and into the jungle of racks with various little clothes on them. Pick actually sunk in quite naturally and got out of his sight as if he were actually camouflaged in the wilderness. That thought made him feel just a bit nervous as he remembered that Pick was still a criminal that could have a relapse but he wanted to trust that the pokemon had seen something interesting, and not that he was looking for things to steal.
Out by the changing rooms is where he stopped figuring that Pick would head to this location or see his head above the racks. He saw a few hoodies that might fit the pokemon, but he wasn’t sure what the pokemon’s style was and hadn’t really asked. Actually, he had forgotten a whole host of things since he had let his head get full of butterflies and ass. There was a bit of paperwork that he needed to sign if he wanted Pick as his partner, and more than that he needed to tell his boss that this case was pretty much going to be a wrap in no time. At the same time, was it? Yeah. It was. He refused to let his work-addled brain and paranoia get the better of him. He wanted to trust Pick.
Strangely enough, he felt something at his hip. Felt like the arm of a shirt or something brushing against him. He didn’t pay it too much attention at first considering where they were, but he felt a sharp kick to his ankle catching his full undivided attention at that point. Erel turned his head with a wince to see the pokemon with an armful of clothes. He was going to chalk it up as a business expense and make his boss pay for it which wouldn’t be a problem. It might even be a bit funny.
“Got everything you need?” He asked quietly.
The pokemon nodded and started to head into the changing room. It was a divided section through an opening at the far side of the store. A little hallway of booths where it seemed like they were the only ones there. He didn’t hear anything, at the very least. He stood outside the booths while Pick headed through one of the open stall doors. Erel idly looked to the left while scratching his cheek, expecting to hear the shutting of the door before he suddenly felt his other arm being yanked. He looked in time to see Pick dragging him along into the changing room, the door shut behind them both, and his heart thumping rapidly.
Trying to keep himself as calm as possible, he muttered, “I hope you know that all I can do is watch.”
The pokemon stuck his tongue out and gave him a thumbs up. That at the very least conveyed a very simple message.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but note a little glint of mischief in the pokemon’s eyes. The changing room booths were spacious affairs with a hanging bench on one end just below a mirror, and a little side section with another bench where he sat his rear down next to a pile of clothes. Pick stripped immediately and at first, it felt like there was no mischief. Right. They weren’t breaking any laws if all he did was come in here to check out how he looked in his clothes, none at all, and he wasn’t staring at that lovely rear on display for just a few seconds before being covered. Not at all.
There were plenty of different hoodies and long shirts that seemed to serve the same purpose. He almost wanted to comment that the pokemon should wear a dress. There were a few long socks as well, striped affairs that reached up and hugged the thighs that he couldn’t help but notice the pokemon put on a bit slower than the other articles of clothing. He’d give a thumbs up here or there but his innocent gestures began to falter when the pokemon brought out a pair of tight biker shorts. Leather or spandex, he couldn’t tell but the pokemon slipped them on with nothing else on his body.
Tight material squeezing around his rear, the pokemon even bending over just a bit, tail lifting high. He managed to keep himself seated but couldn’t quite hide the bulge in his jeans. When the pokemon turned around he made a few signs, “These look good on me? Figured I could wear this under my clothes so I’m not hanging all the time.”
There was no tone to the words but he could see the smirk, could see the pokemon’s expression occasionally breaking for a snicker. Still, he responded as calmly as he could manage, “You certainly look like hot stuff in them?”
The pokemon simply kept on snickering and turned around, his thumbs hooked through the side of those tight shorts to pull them down as he bent over more and more. He stopped at his knees and kept his rear in view, squeezing his legs together to make it pop out a bit more. At the same time, his view was being obscured by the scrafty's tail. Something was trapped in the coil near the tip, actually, two things. He frowned and got up to get a closer look and noticed that it was a condom and a bottle of lube.
“Where did you get this from?” He grumbled while taking both of them in one hand.
Pick stuck his tongue out while making a few signs that he could see in the mirror, “Got the lube from home. When would I have even gotten the chance to steal from the store if we headed right here?” He then smirked with one last thing stated, “The condom I caught out of someone’s wallet while I was heading here though.”
He felt his cheeks warm and his irritation started to rise as he caught that last part. Erel was supposed to look after and make sure that Pick didn’t do anything wrong, didn’t do anything illegal. It was a petty crime to pinch a condom from someone but still…Still, he found himself unable to muster up the anger to actually say anything about, still he found himself tempted by that plump rear shaking from side to side. Grumbling, he held the condom in his mouth for a bit as he used a hand to unbutton and unzip his pants, lowering his boxers to get his cock out into the air.
Erel already was nice and firm, twitching and growing to full erection just from the sight, and the excitement pulsing through him. It wasn’t just excitement shaking through his body though, but tension as well. He knew he was doing something wrong, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing this at all but the temptation was too much to resist. His teeth tore into the wrapper of the condom to let it slip over his member, to get it down to the base. They had to keep this brief in some sort of way but again that temptation did not stop. He brought himself to his knees to put his mouth against the pokemon’s rear just as Pick grabbed onto his fat ass to spread it. His tongue came out to lap away sweat from the taint, digging down to the balls before heading up to that puckered hole.
His drool began to replace any droplets of sweat with a slick line. When he got to the hole, he planted a kiss on it, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go before pulling it back out. He repeated this motion nice and slow, dipping his tongue inside before pulling it back, again and again, while keeping his nose to the base of the pokemon’s tail. Part of the reason he did this was to cool his head off a bit, to get rid of some of the latent irritation still sticking around. It felt as if he were making out with his lover rather than eating out the ass of a troublesome pokemon in a place he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to sink too much into that second bit or else he might lose himself both in lust and maybe a bit in anger as well.
When he pulled his mouth away, it was with a steamy sigh that blew across the pokemon’s balls. Pick uttered a quiet sigh of his own, a muffled moan between held between their lips. He was glad that the pokemon at least knew not to make too much noise but still, he got up finding his lust and irritation growing together side by side. Was it irritation at this point? Maybe, he was just nervous. Nervous that they’d get caught and nervous that something would go wrong but that was also surprisingly making it more exciting. He hadn’t ever done something so stupid as this, not even when he was younger. Still, it was hard to frown when he heard the pokemon chuckling when he got up and looked down to see his wrapped cock waiting to enter that puckered hole slick with his spit.
Breathing out to steady himself, he began to pour out a healthy helping of lube onto the pokemon’s ass, fingers moving to dig two inside while he muttered, “You’re lucky you’re so damn hot, little bastard.”
He snickered at that, actually began to chuckle aloud before suddenly yelping as he dug his two fingers in to the knuckle. The pokemon hissed quietly and then uttered a groan that caused his spine to tingle as he pulled his fingers out bit by bit until he pushed them in all the way again. He started fingering the pokemon with the purpose of stretching him out but a bit of it was revenge too. Erel dug in a third and dipped them in nice and deep while spreading his fingers causing the pokemon to clamp his mouth shut and begin shuddering out little muffled sounds. Wiping that smirk off the pokemon’s face had given him enough confidence to do this at the very least, and it helped him to forget where they were.
Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, slowly he let his digits slip free one by one until he was looking down at the scrafty’s shivering ass. Again, he pushed his fingers in but with a different intent. Being careful, quick, and quiet became a thing of the past as he focused on ramming into that rear with his fingers. Each thrust of his digits into that plump rear made a sticky sound that echoed against the walls of the booth, the pokemon’s voice soon slipping into little growls and huffs that ended in sighs and held in moans.
When he finally slowed down, he muttered, “So, still want to do this? Sounds like you can’t keep yourself quiet with just my fingers inside of you. How are you gonna handle my dick?”
Pick’s fingers seemed to try and make a few signs in the mirror but he had to use his hands to steady himself as Erel began to push his fingers in and out faster. He dug them in deep, dug them in hard over and over again. The idea had been to teach the little bastard a lesson but his body began to form ideas of its own the more he saw Pick losing himself. His cock was throbbing, his eyes focused on that rear sucking his fingers in. The sound of Pick’s whines and little breathy groans were enough to drive him wild, and soon enough, he couldn’t take it anymore. Another detail caught his attention. The mist from the pokemon’s breath had fogged up the mirror, and what Pick could not say with his signs was now written in a scrawled imprint on the glass.
“Fuck me.”
He pulled his fingers out and got into position, hands grabbing that fat rear to spread it apart, his lips firing off a shot of spit to mark the pokemon’s ass that had been fingered until it was winking at him. Erel brought his cock into position, dipped the tip of his shaft into the shallows, and cursed aloud as he slammed in all the way. The sound was sticky and sloppy ending in a loud clap only muffled by the fact that he was still wearing clothes. Pick also had both of his hands on his mouth, head against the mirror as he tried not to make a sound as Erel was driven feral.
The law. Concerns about getting caught. Even his thoughts this morning didn’t seem to hold his hips back. He kept on thrusting as if he were using the pokemon like a sex toy. In truth, he did feel nervous but that was only bolstering his sex drive, only causing him to be rougher with his movements. He held onto the pokemon’s rear and pulled him back whenever he thrust, grunting as he made his way in deeper and deeper until their balls were kissing. Pick seemed to be in utter bliss as well, eyes fluttering, head thrown back to let out the occasional moan that slipped through those fingers. He was almost tempted to tear those hands away from Pick’s mouth but he wasn’t that far gone.
At some point, he slowed down to start pulling back and he looked down to watch his shaft slowly slip out. The final few inches came out with a wet pop before he eased back in, repeating this motion to give himself a bit of a break. He had almost let loose right there and then in that frenzy, and his own body was shaking from the constant cardio and the heat of the thoughts boiling through his mind. His hands relaxed as well, moving to the pokemon’s chest to rest. Pick’s rear began to rock back on its own into his motions, his thrusts speeding up a bit again before he slowed down.
It felt nice to be wrapped in that heat, to feel that tightness around his dick but something was definitely missing. He knew that he was wearing the condom to keep from making too much of a mess but part of him wondered if Pick would even care if he pulled out and slipped it off right now. The thought brought a wash of warmth to his chest that shifted down to his shaft causing it to throb violently. Slowly, he pulled himself away and grabbed the base of his shaft to start tugging it out bit by bit until it came free.
As he began to pull the condom off he grunted, “Don’t need this stupid thing in the way. I wanna breed you, wanna show you that you’re mine.”
Pick hopped a bit and turned his head to look down, his eyes growing wide but he didn’t move his hands to make a sign. Instead, the pokemon’s hands moved down to his rear to grab onto it, his eyes facing forward as he spread himself for the human. There was a flush on the pokemon’s face that he could see in the mirror, a twisted grin full of lustful delight that he could spot as well. Breathing out, he got the condom off his dick with a snap of latex. He laid it across the small of the pokemon’s back before taking hold of his shaft to ease the tip against that abused and sticky hole, pushing it in with a grunt before slamming on in.
Both of his hands went back to grabbing the pokemon’s ass, fingers trailing over the pokemon’s digits to get them out of the way to let the real master take hold and control. Was this what Pick wanted? More passion, more heat? More dominance? It seemed like that was what Pick wanted, and he sure as hell wanted it as well right now. The heat of those raw inner walls clinging to his dick was almost enough to send him over the edge right now but he had paused in order to savor the feeling of his unburdened dick sliding on in. Inch by inch he eased himself into the pokemon’s ass until he felt their balls comfortably kissing together.
Breathing out and bracing himself, he grabbed Pick’s hips and started to pull out only to slam back in, his hips moving like pistons now bit by bit to get into a good rhythm for this finale. Any hope of hiding what they were doing went right out the window as his thrusts picked up speed. Loud clapping of hips on rear, stick sounds of an ass slickened by pre and lube, and a moaning pokemon struggling to hold the volume down. Every thrust produced a bit more of a trembling sensation at the back of his body that was pushing on the pressure in his gut. It felt like he was about to cum at any moment, like his seed was right there at the tip ready to blow free. He had to double over from the sensations rocking his body, his legs buckling a bit as a curse escaped him an a shot of pre flew from his shaft into the pokemon’s ass serving as a precursor of things soon to arrive.
One more thrust, one more push and he felt it all start to spill out. Whatever he tried to hold back, whatever he tried to stop himself from doing, he just couldn’t. He groaned as his throbbing shaft poured out every drop of his desire into the pokemon’s inner walls. Pick buckled down and almost fell over, his hands catching the pokemon by the chest in an embrace with both of them pressing their heads to the mirror before them. Pick was panting, eyes glazed over while his own eyes shut tight while he focused on the flood pouring out of him. The eroticism of the situation, the held down fear and even his irritation came back in a powerful orgasm that rocked him to the core.
When he was done, he began to pull out even as his cock kept on pulsing. When he got to the tip it almost felt like the pokemon’s ass was refusing to let go. Finally, he got out fully and breathed aloud to the air between them, “Fuck.”
Pick fell to his hands and knees, the biker shorts that started it all around his ankles now. The pokemon’s ass was gaping just a bit, warm cum dripping free. His own chest was rising and falling, and he could see that Pick down on all fours was trembling. The condom had fallen to the wayside with a light hint of pre escaping it. Maybe he had gone a little bit too far. Now that his head was clearing, yeah, he definitely went a bit too far but it felt fucking good.
Quietly he muttered, “You good there, buddy?”
The pokemon pushed himself up slowly before falling over. He turned around on his back, legs visibly trembling. Pick had a fat smile on his face despite the fact he was on his ass. His hands came up and began to make signs, “You actually fucked my brains out in a changing room. Maybe you are a villain. Gonna get me a collar too? One with spikes? You’d make a hot as hell team leader out for world domination or some stupid shit like that, or an executive.”
He frowned a bit at that and kept on frowning but couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he looked at Pick’s state. With a sigh, he walked over to help the scrafty up and get the process of cleaning up started. Well, there wasn’t much of a process really. A few pocket tissues wouldn’t do much in the end but they could at least keep most of the stickiness out of the obvious places. There were still a few things that a sharp eye could spot. For instance, there was still something dropping from between the pokemon’s legs along his thighs but you had to be a pervert to be looking that low at a pokemon and for the most part, no one bothered them as they made their way to the front.
All in all, it was a successful trip. No one questioned them or stopped them but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be going to that particular department store anytime soon. Pick had also gotten his selection of clothes and was even wearing a new hoodie with something tight underneath that Erel was trying his best not to think too much about. When they were back out on the sidewalk under the sweltering sun outside the department store, he looked up while squinting and had another idea.
“Ice cream before we head home?” He asked while looking down at his companion.
Pick made a few signs that caused his cheeks to burn as he caught the message, “Already filled with enough cream but if you wanna take me around the corner then sure.”
“For that, I’ll eat your portion too.” He said in a huff before heading off.
The pokemon pushed into his side and cackled as he followed along. They stopped by a stall to grab a cone each before starting on the walk home. Something sweet and cold felt just right after working up so much of a sweat. It was also good to steady the constant beating of his heart. He couldn’t believe that he’d done something so stupid, and something so domineering either. Pick didn’t seem perturbed about it but he really would rather not be someone that Pick saw as another potential leader. He genuinely wanted to be a lover. Maybe that was a conversation that couldn’t wait.
Relative silence joined them as they made their way home even as the cones were tossed out and they stepped through the apartment’s lobby doors. He had a lot on his mind, a lot to think about but the only thing he shared as he began unlocking the door was, “All right, let’s grab a quick shower before we get started on business. Gotta sign some paperwork saying you’re all right staying with me on a more permanent basis.”
He got an affirmative hug around one of his arms at the very least as they headed inside. Pick was probably feeling as tired as he was considering they had been out in the sun for most of the day and had their fair share of excitement. They both headed to the bathroom almost automatically after depositing their belongings onto the couch. When he was standing nude in the shower with his eyes closed, head against the tiles, he breathed out in utter bliss as he felt the warm water start hissing out of the shower head. Just a short shower. Just something to get the sweat off, and other stickiness.
Maybe a shower was the right place to talk about it. A comfortable place, or maybe it wasn’t. He wasn’t sure if he should bring up how he felt and how he was going to do it in the first place. Overthinking things wouldn't help and he wasn’t going to force the pokemon into anything but he really couldn’t just ignore how he felt too, right? Before he could get a chance to turn around and talk about it, he suddenly felt clawed digits at his rear. He brought his head up and looked back to see Pick kissing his ass. Mouth along the rump placing little pecks while he purred, tongue slipping out between his rear cheeks to slide along his pucker.
Erel breathed out and shivered, arm against the tiles of the wall while he bent a bit to let the pokemon get a better angle. Pick’s tongue moved to his taint before heading down to the balls, lips wrapping around each orb while a hand slid around to grab onto his shaft. Whatever he was thinking about began to become an afterthought with treatment like that but again, he couldn’t get it out of his mind entirely. The lavishing of his balls with warm drool and a long tongue, the fingers carefully gripping his member as it started to grow hard again. Was there some sort of affection in that besides just lustful intimacy?
He wanted to know and wanted to let his own love be known. Turning around, he touched the pokemon’s cheek and muttered, “From the front. I want to look at you sucking on my balls.”
Pick smiled up at him and grabbed onto his shaft again, pumping in gently while his mouth started on the balls again, tongue curling around each of them slowly. Each movement of his hand was accompanied by a pulling back of the head to carefully bring his balls away before letting them free with a wet pop. Again the pokemon would suckle on his balls, the tongue clearing any sweat away from his member while his fingers continued moving over his shaft. This was something that he didn’t need to rush, and yet, he could still feel himself crawling closer and closer to an orgasm the more this went on.
“You’re sweeter than you let on taking care of me like this. Got something to confess? Got a little crush?” He muttered while stroking the pokemon’s cheek.
Pick kept on stroking his cock but moved his mouth to bite his hand. A playful bite without much force to it, and yet it was telling how the pokemon treated a bit of softer teasing. After a second or two, Pick ran his tongue along the spot his fangs had touched before moving his mouth to the tip of Erel’s shaft. Erel had another word or two in him to tease the pokemon but held back as he felt that warm tongue around his member, and felt the pokemon’s nose press against his crotch.
Still, he touched the pokemon’s cheek and stroked gingerly even as Pick bobbed his head back and forth faster and faster. His own lust was getting the better of him and his thoughts were too scrambled to play that sweet game right now, his hips bucking now as he pushed into the pokemon’s maw. Just a bit more, just a bit more and he couldn’t hold it. He doubled over and groaned, an orgasm spilling out of his cock and onto Pick's tongue. Pick swallowed every drop dutifully before pulling away, before opening his maw wide to show Erel the proof that it was all gone.
He leaned down all the way with a hand on the back of the pokemon’s head to steal a kiss. Tongue to tongue, lip to lip. Pick trembled against this touch, and he made sure to take it nice and slow. When he pulled away, the pokemon’s cheeks were red, his eyes hazy with lust or something else. He wanted to say so much right now in this little moment as he found himself again giving in to love instead of lust. Maybe it would be nice to say it right now and just get it out of the way but he was having a hard time even thinking of a good result considering how Pick had reacted to softer touch and teasing.
The shower ended like that for the most part. They got clean and got out before getting dry. He walked around in his boxers before sitting on the couch in the living room with an old laptop on his thighs. Pick soon joined him in a long shirt and hopped on the couch to look at what he was doing. He opened the laptop and turned on the screen, getting into his files to find the right set of paperwork. It was time to do a bit of business, but more than that, it was time to have a heart-to-heart.
Erel leaned over and set the laptop on the coffee table, hands held together while he breathed out, “So, this is the paperwork that we need to fill out to make sure that you’re okay with living with me and being my partner. There might be an interview here and there too afterward but those are self-explanatory and pretty mandatory no matter who you decide to end up with, or where. A virtual signature and a bit of information, and you’ll be here as long as you want to be.”
After a few moments of silence, Pick signed at the corner of his vision, “All right, but why do you look so broody?”
He smiled a bit and felt over one of his fists while breathing out, “Well, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I thought I could ignore it at first and just wait a bit more but uh, I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about it. The fact that I feel attached to you.” A frown then touched his expression, “No, enamored? Yeah, that’s the word. I’m enamored with you. I like you. And even if we don’t end up together it's something that I have to say. I don’t want you to push yourself to stay with me or think that you’re my pet, or sex slave or something. I want to build a life with you and well, maybe that involves a bit of romance.”
When he looked toward Pick, he saw that the pokemon was frowning. A touch of color on the cheek but his eyes were looking downward. The pokemon’s fingers seemed to twitch now and then before he made the signs, “We don’t need to talk about this.”
“I mean, I do. You might not want to but I need to get it off my chest, Pick. I like you, a lot and I don’t want to do bad by you and I can’t ignore these feelings. Whatever you decide, you’ll have a home here but I can’t treat you like property. I don’t want that.”
Pick scoffed, “I’d prefer it. There’s something simple about it, something basic about just having a collar on and letting someone take the leash. I didn’t have to think when being pointed at someone and told to beat or steal, didn’t have to worry either when I was getting fucked either. I’d prefer it if you kept me like that.”
He shook his head, “But I’m not like that, Pick. We can play around like that, and I can even get a bit rough but you mean more to me than just that.”
This time, the pokemon growled and looked away, fingers twitching a few times before falling down. Nothing to say.
Erel licked his lips and was about to say something else when his phone in the other room went off cutting through the silence in the room. Slowly, he got up and muttered, “Let me take that real quick.”
A call from his boss awaited him. There was a situation nearby that needed his attention and one that he couldn’t rightfully ignore. They needed someone to talk down a pokemon that had escaped a team and was now holed up in an old apartment room attacking anyone that got too close. A social worker’s touch would be better there and for a moment, he thought of taking Pick as backup, but no. Not after that sensitive conversation. How could he ask that of Pick? When there was so much to think of?
Instead, he wandered back into the living room behind the couch fully dressed and as he straightened his coat he breathed out, “Watch over the place. There’s food in the fridge if you need anything.”
Pick looked at him over the couch with a raised brow and a softer stare than he was expecting.
He thought of reaching out to touch Pick, to give him a kiss or something but instead, he just smiled and shrugged, “Work called. Gotta handle a simple situation. Listen, we’ll talk more when I get back but I promise this is your home no matter what. Even if you never wanted anything to do with me sexually or romantically. Your choice, not mine.”
With that said, he turned and headed out the door. Work needed him for this one but the situation was more dire than he had been told. The pokemon was holed up in an apartment room in one of the buildings nearby and the sirens brought him to it without the need for much directions. On the way up he was told that it was a pangoro who seemed off-kilter. Something was wrong. Either the pokemon had been enraged, or the pokemon had been given some sort of supplement to send them into a frenzy, and make them stronger at that. While he was worried about Pick, he couldn’t just ignore his life’s work.
The door to the apartment opened with a creak and he peered inside to see that there was furniture leveled everywhere and at the back was a massive pokemon crouched down grabbing its head. A bipedal bear with black and white fur, its eyes were shut but there seemed to be a glow about them. He approached nice and slow and stopped before even getting anywhere near the pokemon. Erel had one chance to solve this before the tranqs came out and before the enforcers with their pokemon came to subdue the poor thing.
“Hey, buddy.” He said quietly.
The pangoro’s eyes cracked open violet and sharp, staring at him as the thing rose to full height. It stomped a warning and uttered a guttural growl that did not stop him.
Instead, he put his hands up in defense and muttered, “Hey, listen. Whatever is going on, I can help. I’m not a cop, not a special agent or something like that. Not a shred of fight in me either. I can get you out of here safe and sound, I can find you another home or somewhere better but you have to come with me so we can figure this all out together, okay?”
His words had calmed many violent pokemon before. His demeanor had been perfect for a pokemon on edge and fearing for its life but there was something very wrong with this pangoro. Eyes flashing and glowing with something wild, twitching pupils darting here and there as if the pangoro wasn't entirely here. It threw aside a nearby table and charged at him without a second thought. The door behind him was still waiting there, if he got out the way then that would crumple and the officers outside might panic and fire live rounds instead of tranqs. No matter how many situations he had been in, no matter how much experience he had, even he did stupid things.
Erel slammed his shoulder into the pangoro’s chest and wrapped his arms around the pokemon’s body. He felt his shoulder pop and sing with pain, his eyes shut tight while he tried to subdue the pokemon. It clawed at the air instead of him and that perhaps was his saving grace, that it was going absolutely insane right now. By now the boys outside could hear what was happening, by now the tranqs would be ready along with anyone else but as the door burst open and his backup arrived, the pangoro took his body and flung him into the wall like a doll.
Ears ringing, vision blurry and body in utter agony. The last thing he saw was the pangoro going down. Convincing them to let him talk to a pokemon hopped up on whatever that was, had been an utter mistake. Hopefully, the pangoro would find a little peace in a tranq-induced dreamworld. As for him, well, he didn’t really feel like moving right now and so he made the mistake of falling asleep.
The hours ticked away. Pick got up and moved from side to side. He had eaten. He had taken a nap. He had done a lot of things at the apartment but Erel still wasn’t back. Erel didn’t seem like the type to be sly enough to lie, or smart enough for that matter. The guy was honest to a fault and a bit dumb for it, but loveable because of it. Maybe it would be a good idea to go out and check for him but he had no idea where Erel had gone. He felt absolutely crushed as he looked out the window and noticed that night had fallen already. There was a concern that he had been abandoned, a fear that he had been discarded, but more than that there was a cry somewhere deep within him that worried with all of his heart that something had happened. Fuck, why was he worrying so much anyway?
Erel had been kind to him, had been good to him but he needed a new trainer that was going to treat him like a collared pet instead of someone wanting to love him. Even the thought alone made him squirm but then, what was this? He didn’t give a damn that his previous trainers had either found a dirt nap or just run away, he didn’t care that his old team had dissolved and gotten over it pretty damn fast. Erel was gone and it felt like his heart was about to split in two.
Just as he was heading through the living room to head to the entrance of the house, the door began to rattle and there it opened.
It had been hours, at least, that’s what he had been told. Erel had been in the hospital for a bit to make sure that he didn’t have a concussion and to make sure that none of the damage was lasting. He had a few painkillers in his hand in a bag, and a few painkillers in his system already. Even then, he had gotten home on a bus instead of walking, and he had limped his way to his own door. Not many friends in the city, and most of those friends were just co-workers that he didn’t want to bother for something petty like this. When he opened the door, he saw Pick standing there with a mystified look.
Painkillers muddied his head along with a mild dose of ache, and so he said the first thing on his mind, “Hello, love.”
As he limped inside, the pokemon made frantic hand signals and as he leaned against the wall those signs began to calm before the pokemon breathed out and made sense, “The fuck happened to you? You look like you got run over!”
He looked at his tattered coat that needed replacing, and he could feel the bruises on his face. Erel leaned on the wall and muttered, “Can we go to bed first?”
Pick took his hand gently and the bag before leading him to his room. Off came his coat and his shirt and he winced every single second. Every single bruise could be seen in the light. No bandages but he must have looked terrible considering Pick’s eyes were wide. When he got into bed, he made sure to cough a bit as per doctor’s orders and stared up at the light with a sigh.
Before long he explained, “Minor fracture on the ribs. Shoulder got popped out of place and the doctor put it back nice and easy. Hurt like a bitch. No organ damage, nothing big, no concussion or head injury. Just a work related accident with a frenzied pokemon, no biggie.”
His lover got into bed next to him while signing away, “Are you kidding me? That sounds like a biggie to me. Why didn’t you take me with you? I could have gutted that bastard!”
He reached out and tapped Pick’s snout with a small smile, “First of all, that would have been very bad. I don’t want to maim pokemon that I can help instead. If you’re ever with me I need you to knock them out, gently if you can manage it. Anyway, second of all, I figured you needed some time by yourself. Y’know, think about it all.”
Pick got up onto his knees and seemed like he was in between slapping him and saying something, thankfully, he decided on making a few signs, “Are you stupid? Did you throw yourself into a dangerous pokemon because you thought that I would love you? Did you think that I would care about you more if you got hurt?!”
He shook his head, “Nah. I thought uh, the officers outside the door woulda seen a freaky big pangoro with glowing eyes and thought, that things gonna kill me, so they woulda shot live instead of tranqing or using a grass type with the ol’ powder.
The pokemon’s shoulders relaxed and his hands continued to move, “That’s so stupid. You should have let that stupid thing out the door and let whatever happen, happen. You’re not a hero, you’re not even a secret agent or something big like that! You’re just an honest dumbass.”
Erel chuckled at that and winced, hand on his chest as he nodded, “Can’t argue with that and can’t argue about being honest either. I’ll help you with that paperwork when I wake up if you want.”
Pick furrowed his brow before sighing, “I already did it myself and signed it all. Pretended to sign in your name too. Sent it off to your boss or whatever because your emails were open. Dumbass, you should close those before leaving someone with your personal laptop or computer.”
Again, he chuckled and winced before nodding, “Yeah, you’re right but I guess that means you want to stay, right?”
The pokemon looked down for a moment before nodding.
“Good. We can talk more about that in the morning.” He said with a yawn, “Get you set up with a data plan and a phone. Could probably get you under mine and bug the boss about the expense.”
Pick touched his hand gently on his chest to catch his attention before beginning to sign, “I thought that something terrible had happened to you, and it did. I was relieved and terrified when I saw you walking through that door. If you had died, or if you would have just left, I would have been broken. Why? I didn’t get that at first. Every other trainer that’s passed on me or abandoned me hasn’t mattered, so what makes this so special?” The pokemon then shuddered while continuing, “You treat me nice. Give me my own choices, and I hate that sometimes. I hate how much love you put on me sometimes too because I don’t know, I don’t think I really deserve it all that much but then it feels good too and I miss your touch, so I need that attention somewhere else. Fuck me, chain me up, do all of that but don’t you dare love me. Except, I do want to be loved, and dammit I am starting to love you. I’m absolutely attached to you already so be smarter, okay?”
He started to chuckle, and then laugh, wheezing as he felt the soreness escaping the hold of the painkillers. When he finally caught hold of himself, he began to mutter, “Me be smarter? You stole a condom from a random person’s wallet. Had me commit a crime by plowing your ass in a changing room. All while you’re supposed to be on your best behavior or my ass gets chewed out by my boss.” When the scrafty only pouted he smiled and reached over to touch Pick’s cheek, “But glad that you’re okay with the idea of me loving you.”
Pick leaned against his touch and closed his eyes while signing, “I still want a collar.”
“I can handle buying one of those.” He said quietly.
“And I’m not gonna stop teasing you when we’re out in public. Fucking in places we’re not supposed to be is pretty fun.”
He puckered his lips for a moment before clucking his tongue, “I’m drugged up enough right now to say yes to that, and it is kind of hot.”
Pick then opened his eyes and kissed his hand, “And none of that marriage crap right now. We just got to know each other so if you call me your wife I’ll bite the hell out of you.”
Erel snorted, “I’ll be sure to propose later down the line. We could head down to Johto and do one of those traditional weddings.”
Despite saying that he shouldn’t talk about that kind of thing right now, Pick smiled and leaned in to give him the most gentle kiss. Erel accepted with a smile and leaned back as the pokemon signed, “Rest. I’ll have breakfast for you tomorrow.”
“Don’t burn down the kitchen.” He said with a yawn before adding quietly, “Gnight, lover.”
As his eyes began to drift, he saw one last thing that warmed his heart.
Pick signed the words, “I love you. Rest well.”
With that warming his heart, he fell asleep. He wasn’t sure how much of that had been real or not but he hoped with all of his heart that it had all been true and not some sort of hallucination brought on by the painkillers and the pain itself. He felt exhausted even in his dreams, exhausted and sore beyond his belief but the joy he felt from seeing those words, from having that conversation made up for it. In the morning, he hoped that he could at the very least get his arms around Pick to give him a proper embrace, and if not, he would wait until his body was well enough to show him with every ounce of his being how much he loved him.
And as Erel slept, Pick curled in bed with him with eyes shut, heart thumping a bit. It was something new for the both of them, something that Pick himself wasn’t sure would work out, but he wanted it to work out. With all his heart he wanted to accept Erel’s love without feeling strange and return it fully without having to subvert it through some sort of coded response.