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When Teams Collide...

By Ceefax
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings, and I'm not making any money off of this.
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Late one evening, in Team Rocket Headquarters...
James morosely stared at the wall. It was spotted with
posters, but he simply gazed straight through them. His
concentrated sulking was interrupted when the door creaked
open. Butch strode in and dropped onto the bench beside him.
"You heard, too?" he asked, quietly.
James nodded.
Butch heaved a huge sigh. "They're probably going to end up
killing each other this time. I don't know what Cass was
thinking..."
"Jesse's not that bad," James snapped, defensively.
"No, I'm sure they'll be very happy together," Butch
replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "just like they were
last time."
James gave him a blank look.
"Jesse never told you?"
"Jesse never even mentioned her until we ran into you at the
breeding centre."
"You're lucky. They had a..." he coughed lightly into this
fist, "turbulent relationship."
James perked up a bit, his love of gossip momentarily
overcoming his grief at losing his partner. "How turbulent?"
"Turbulent enough for Cass to find something new to complain
about practically every day. She even talked about her in
bed. Do you have any idea how irritating that is?"
James blushed and turned away. "...no..."
In the silence that followed, James' mind attempted to
convince him that he would die a virgin. Before he could
descend another rung on the ladder of depression, his train of
thought was derailed by a sob from beside him.
"Uh, Butch? Are you alright?"
"No..." He was almost doubled over, his face hidden in his
hands. "I miss Cassidy..."
Having been partnered with Jesse for so long, James was unsure
how to cope with this unmanly show of vulnerability.
Hesitantly he slipped his arm around the other youth's
shoulders. "It'll be okay. They'll probably have broken up by
the end of the week... or killed each other... or
something..." He trailed off as Butch's arms snaked around his
waist and pulled him close. He began to wish he'd worn his
overshirt as well, then began to worry about worrying about
that. "Butch..."
He was answered only by a fresh stream of tears, and a vaguely
audible spiel about whining lesbians. He patted his back and
tried to push his mind away from the unease that was steadily
growing the longer Butch remained in his arms, and the mess
that he was making of his shirt.
Eventually, he leaned back and scrubbed at his eyes with the
heels of his hands. "I'm sorry. I know th... I really needed
to unload. I'm sorry." He gave James a tear-stained smile and
squeezed his shoulder, gratefully.
James inched forward again to close the gap between them, then
realised that he had, and blushed. "That's okay," he managed,
trying to keep up a semblance of a normal conversation.
Finally daring to meet Butch's eyes, he found he was being
stared at rather strangely. He opened his mouth to form some
excuse.
"So," Butch pre-empted, "you and Jesse weren't... together."
"No," James admitted, "but..."
"I see." Butch moved his hand from James' shoulder to lay it
flat on his chest. James gulped. Butch leaned in a little
closer. James, feeling that he was losing control of the
situation a little, pushed forward and kissed him.
To his surprise, Butch kissed back immediately, almost
eagerly. He had bet on shocking the other youth into realising exactly what they were doing... instead he had a hand sneaking
about his hips, and a tongue gently caressing his own. He
considered pulling back, firmly removing Butch's hands from
his body and telling him that he was not only straight but
technically engaged to be married, and as such had absolutely
no interest in... yes, he would, in just a minute...
Suddenly, the hand that had been exploring his hips shifted
position and gently squeezed... James squeaked and clung to
Butch's shoulders, momentarily forgetting the wonderful things
his tongue was doing inside his mouth. Butch's thumb found the
tip, and circled. "Nice?" he whispered, leaning so close that
James could feel him smile against his cheek. He clung on
tighter and whimpered. Butch's other hand began fumbling with
the top button of James' trousers, and he finally did squirm
away.
"Butch... What if someone catches us?"
He looked around the deserted (human) gym. "It's late,
nobody's going to find us. Anyway, don't you think the boss is
more likely to bug the dorms?"
Suddenly overcome with paranoia, James tried to look into all
the corners of the room simultaneously. Butch took advantage
of the confusion to lead him away from the bench and towards
the big fluffy crash-mats on the other side of the room. He
quickly removed his boots and socks, shrugged off his over
shirt, and pulled the tight-fitting undershirt over his head
and dropped it to the floor. He then pulled James down onto
the mat with him, and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly.
It seemed that everywhere James put his hands they encountered
naked flesh. Once again distracted by Butch's tongue (he kept
lapping the tip against the roof of his mouth in a way that
demanded immediate and complete attention), he gave up, and
left one hand on the small of Butch's back, while the other
trailed idly up and down his spine, fascinated by the rises of
flesh and bone.
Butch gently worked his fingers underneath James' shirt, still
damp from his earlier tears, and pulled it upward. He
accommodatingly arched his back away from the ground, allowing
Butch to pull the shirt over his head, leaving his hair
attractively dishevelled. Butch ruffled it still further,
kissed him once, tenderly, on the lips, took one slender,
smooth-skinned hand, and pulled it to his own crotch. James
fumbled inexpertly through the thick material of his uniform
trousers, and Butch guided his hand towards the zip.
James met his eyes, giving him a look of silent pleading.
Butch backed off, unfastened the trousers himself and slipped
out of them, which left him wearing only black cotton boxer
shorts. James, propped up on his elbows, was openly staring,
and Butch gave him his best sly grin. James smiled back, sat
up, and held out his hands, but Butch knelt between his feet
first to pull of his heavy uniform boots.
Once James' feet were as bare as his own, Butch started to
inch his way upwards, running his hands up James' calves,
slowly parting his legs as he went. As he worked his way up,
James began to look more and more uncertain. Butch finally
rested one palm on his groin, and gave him a questioning look.
In reply, James simply covered the hand with both of his own
and guided his fingertips...
While gently stroking James (who had flopped backwards,
overcome by pleasure), with one hand, Butch unfastened the
white uniform trousers with the other. James, paying very
little overt attention to the world around him, provided no
help, but Butch succeed in removing them without much trouble.
James apparently also preferred boxers, but his were creamy-
white in colour, and from the texture, Butch assumed they were
silk, or something similar. At the moment, they were being
pulled more than a little out of shape, and Butch reached for
the waistband to remedy the situation, but James pulled his
hands away. "No..."
"No?"
"No..."
"Okay," Butch whispered, and instead he kissed James' stomach,
worked his way over his chest, up his neck, paused briefly at
his ear to give it a thorough bathing with his tongue, then
back up to his mouth, draping his body over that of the
purple-haired youth.
James kissed him enthusiastically, his hands now roaming
freely over his body. Butch moved his hips slowly from side to
side, making them both moan, and James thrust upwards,
helplessly. Butch pulled away, breaking the kiss. James craned
upwards, trying to reach his mouth, but he remained out of
range. As compensation, he pushed both hands through James'
hair, smoothing it back from his face. Meeting his excited
gaze, he murmured, "what do you want?"
"Don't stop," James gasped.
"Look at me," Butch protested. "I'm going to have to stop
soon, one way or the other."
A brief look of fear passed over James' face, to be replaced a
split-second later with determination. He pushed gently at
Butch's shoulders. "Get off me a second." Butch climbed off,
his face and body flushed, and the evidence of his arousal all
too apparent. The situation was not helped by James, who got
to his feet and, his eyes never leaving Butch's, hooked his
thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down.
He immediately lay back down beside Butch and nestled up to
him, effectively removing his body from Butch's line of sight.
However, the green-haired youth held him at arms-length, and
embarked upon a detailed study.
"Stop it," James protested, feeling the blood rush to his face.
"You're gorgeous," Butch said, with distracted honesty. James
blushed harder and mentally preened, while Butch rid himself
of his own remaining garment. They kissed once, long and hard,
then James, wanting very much to relinquish any control he had
remaining, rolled over onto his stomach, then got up onto all
fours.
He heard Butch move up behind him, and then felt his hands
gently stroke down his back. He tensed involuntarily at the
prospect of what he was sure would be an unpleasant
experience. Instead, he received a line of kisses planted down
his spine. He moaned softly as Butch's mouth travelled further
down, while his strong hands slowly eased his buttocks apart.
When Butch first dragged the flat of his soft, wet tongue over
his sensitive entrance, he cried out with unexpected pleasure.
Butch proceeded to thoroughly lick him out, and he continued
to moan with enjoyment. By the time Butch was ready to move
on, James had been reduced to a quavering pile of flesh,
almost ready to collapse.
Butch, noticing this situation of extreme relaxation, took his
own erection in one hand and rubbed the swollen head over the
path of his tongue, moistening the skin further. He slipped
his other hand between James' legs to engulf the beautiful
shaft of rosy flesh with his free hand. He smiled at the soft
cry that resulted, and leaned forward to kiss James' back.
James pulled in a deep gasp of air. "Please," he whispered.
"Oh, James..."
"Butch..."
He eased forward slowly. James gritted his teeth, arched his
neck back, and forced himself to relax. Butch pushed slowly
completely inside and draped himself over James' back, bring
his other hand around to cup his soft, sensitive scrotum. He
squirmed slightly at the new touch, but remained silent.
"You alright?" Butch whispered.
James nodded his head vigorously, and Butch began gently
fondling his new partner's genitals. He continued the
stimulation until the delicious pressure surrounding his cock
loosened a little. Then he began to thrust slowly in and out,
loving the wet tightness of James' willing body.
The hand on his cock began to alter rhythm, changing from
gentle strokes to firm pumps, and James began to push
carefully back. To his delight the uncomfortable bulk filling
him changed, providing a wonderful sensation as it moved
slickly inside him. He pushed back harder, and Butch let go of
his balls to put a hand on his hip, steadying him and timing
their thrusts to coincide. The feelings got more and more
intense, but at such a slow pace it was difficult for him to
concentrate on keeping in sync with his partner. The euphoria
grew at a frustrating level, until Butch changed angle
slightly, and he touched something deep inside James.
The purple-haired youth came immediately and unexpectedly,
crying out in surprise and gratified pleasure. All Butch knew
was that the walls of strong muscle that had been cushioning
his swollen cock suddenly clamped down hard around him,
sending a wave of almost unbearable pleasure through his body.
He gripped James' hips with both hands, and clung until the
last spasm of orgasm had died.
Hardly daring to move in case he exploded from pleasure or
used up the last drop of energy in his body, he withdrew his
rapidly deflating cock, and pulled James down to the softness
of the mat, rolling away from the wet spot. The chill of the
plastic cover was a shock on his naked skin, and he snuggled
up close to James, who grabbed a few items of clothing at
random and used them as makeshift blankets. Butch brushed
James' hair back from his face and kissed him. He wasn't
nearly as soft and warm as Cassidy to cuddle, but then making
love without being tied up had more than made up for that. He
watched in silence as James' big green eyes slowly closed, and
his body relaxed completely. He lay awake for a while longer,
gently disentangling the mess that James' hair had become,
then finally began to give in to sleep himself.
He was just drifting off when a voice beside his ear shocked
him back into wakefulness. "What're we going to tell Jesse and
Cassidy? You know they're never going to stay together."
Butch kissed him slowly, gently exploring every last part of
his mouth, and allowing him to explore in turn. When both were
satisfied and finally broke apart, Butch gazed deep into
James' eyes. "Who cares?"

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