Driven To Distraction. | By : LadyMango Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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James was sat cross legged on the grass sewing shiny beads onto a beautiful white corset, grinning happily to himself as he worked. Sat next to him was Jesse who was leaning peacefully against the foot of a tree, fast asleep with Meowth curled up beside her, both snoring quietly.
James glanced over at them fondly, feeling lucky to be in Team Rocket with his friends. He had been so miserable before he had met them, stuck in his parents’ mansion with no freedom, always being told how he should act and feel but out here with his teammates he felt like he could really be himself.
It was true that Jesse could be very mean to him sometimes but she could also be surprisingly understanding and kind. James remembered the first time she’d caught him cross-dressing, he’d been wearing a ballerina outfit and was mid-pirouette when she’d walked into the room and saw him. It had been while they were both at Pokemon Tech, a trainer’s school, he’d been so careful to hide his feminine clothing from everyone out of embarrassment, and yet here he was being caught in the act of wearing a pink tutu and prancing about the room. He’d frozen, shaking slightly while his lower lip wobbled. He’d expected her to laugh at him, mock him or be disgusted, react the same way as everyone else that had known this side of him.
For instance, when his parents had caught him trying on his mothers clothes when he was just a boy they had both been utterly scandalised and outraged, instantly berating their only son, yelling and screaming at him for not acting how they thought a little boy should. James suspected that might be part of the reason why they were so obsessed with trying to force him to marry Jessiebelle who James had been dismayed to learn was a mean, vicious, and sadistic little girl.
James remembered when they were both still children and Jessiebelle had shown him a magazine full of beautiful wedding dresses, showing him the dress she wanted to wear when they got married and then she showed him a picture of a tuxedo.
“You will wear that,” she’d told him.
Quietly he’d flicked back to the dresses, and pointed to the most extravagant one on the page, covered in jewels and sparkle. “No! I want to wear that one,” he’d told her excitedly.
“You can’t wear a dress! You’re a boy! Only girls wear dresses,” she scoffed.
“But I want to be pretty too!”
“Boys are not pretty! Don’t be a sissy” and then she slapped him.
He’d looked over at his parents, tears welling in his eyes, hoping that they’d tell her off for hurting him, but they just glared coldly at him and said that she was absolutely right.
As she grew older she got worse, her cruelty and bullying nature fed by the fact that she was spoiled by her own parents as well as those of James. She was allowed to do whatever she wanted with no repercussions and no-one ever stood up to her. She was always in the right and it seemed to James that he was always in the wrong, no matter what he did.
Jessiebelle caught him trying on one of her dresses once, they fit so much better than his mothers did. She had screamed and cursed. “How dare you wear my dress! You look ridiculous!” and then she had all but ripped the dress off of him before kicking him to the ground.
But when Jesse caught him in his ballerina outfit she had just stared at him wide eyed for a moment while he’d stared back at her, paralysed with panic and then her face had softened into a smile and she’d said, “You look beautiful, James,” and then, as though her inner bitch could not be stopped she’d added, “It’d look better on me of course..”
“He’d looked down at himself, then back at her nervously, still expecting her to get angry with him. “It doesn’t fit around my chest – I wish I had breasts.”
She’d waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, we’ll just get you some inflatable boobs! You’ll look gorgeous! You’ll even be able to wear a bikini if you want!”
And he’d smiled and then burst into joyous giggles.
They both loved fashion and getting dressed up and she happily helped him find beautiful things to wear and he did the same for her. It was so much fun! He was so happy to have someone that knew the real him and still liked him.
He’d always cross-dressed in the privacy of his own home, but then he and Jessie became teammates for Team Rocket and she had a wonderful idea. “You know, James, when we disguise ourselves for our missions, if you were dressed as a girl, no one would guess we were Team Rocket at all!”
“Ooh! Jesse, that’s a wonderful idea!”
Together they dressed up and pranced around theatrically, turning their Team Rocket Motto into a true performance worthy of any stage, complete with props and costumes. For James each day felt like he was an actress on stage and he loved it. He was happy. Even Meowth seemed unconcerned by his cross-dressing, saying, “Whatever floats your boat, Jimmy.”
Yes, life was good for James, he could show his true style and let his flamboyant nature shine brightly. Jessiebelle’s and his parents’ opinion of him and his preferred attire were inconsequential.
Jesse stirred against the tree and opened her eyes, letting out a little yawn. James caught her eye and lifted up the corset for her approval. She gave an admiring nod then suggested, “More sparkle?”
“Of course, Jesse, you’re right,” he replied happily, and opened a box of silver sequins. He couldn’t wait to wear this during their next rendition of the Team Rocket Motto, it would be the best one yet!
***
The schemes that Jessie, James and Meowth came up with had a habit of failing spectacularly each and every time, and Giovanni, getting rather sick of it had come up with what he considered a fail proof plan to up their game.
Giovanni had decided that strength in numbers would surely help the trio win so he teamed them up with Butch and Cassidy, two of his best, hoping that some of their street smart and wicked thinking might rub off on the three hopeless failures.
But none of Giovanni’s previously mentioned minions approved of this idea, especially Jessie and Cassidy who despised each other which, in turn, also made Meowth, Butch and James enemies by association. But Giovanni didn’t care about petty drama and insisted that they were all going to have to tolerate each other, put their differences aside and get on with it.
Cassidy and Butch had whined that they already had a cunning scheme in the works and that the bumbling fools would only ruin it but Giovanni forced the duo to allow their rivals in on their latest daring idea to steal lots of Pokemon.
Cassidy and butch had found an old, abandoned Church and had the idea to use it to their advantage. Disguising themselves as seemingly wholesome, religious types they managed to charm and fool the local townsfolk into trusting them and then they brainwashed them into believing that a God of Pokemon would bless them with the strength to become better Pokemon trainers if they went out and captured as many Pokemon as they could and brought them to the church as gifts to appease their God.
“The more Pokemon you bring, the more God will love you and the better trainers you will become!” Cassidy, the cult leader, told her flock.
Butch and Cassidy tried to keep their rival’s participation to a minimum, although Jessie and James did an excellent job in doing up the old and dilapidated Church into something new, magnificent and awe-inspiring, making Cassidy comment to Butch that the pair would have made much better interior designers than Pokemon thiefs and Butch had agreed, letting out a gravelly laugh. “At least they have come in useful for once.”
Then one day, just when Team Rocket had started to think their current deception might just impress Giovanni, Ash and his friends arrived and knew something was wrong instantly. Butch started to wonder if maybe the Team Rocket Trio’s failures were more to do with Ash than with their own short comings, he could feel their plan starting to unravel as Ash and his little gang picked it apart and poked their noses in where they didn’t belong.
Cassidy was in the back room of the church, hands on her hips marvelling at all the ill-gotten pokemon in their cages when the backdoor swung open with a slam and Ash came bounding in. He saw the cages full of Pokemon, then saw Cassidy who was dressed in her Team Rocket Uniform.
“It’s you! You’re part of Team Rocket!” He cried, stating the obvious. Next to him Pikachu glared angrily at the villain in front of him.
“Prepare for trouble!” she warned them, then waited for Butch to continue the motto. Instead an angry Jesse seethed from the doorway with Meowth at her side.
“That’s my line you thief, allow me to do it properly – and with flair!”
She leapt dramatically into the room, instead of her normal uniform she was wearing an eye-catching, classy tuxedo. “Prepare for-”
“What on earth are you wearing that for?!”
“It goes with James’s outfit!” Jessie said defensively, “of course it looks out of place next to you wearing your normal, crummy uniform! James and I were supposed to do the motto together! We had an act and everything, it was gonna be amazing and instead I’m stuck with you! You’re not dressed up at all! You have no panache!
Cassidy rolled her eyes. “What the hell is James wearing? Something girly and stupid I bet-”
Ash ground his teeth in irritation as the two girls bickered. “Oh, just shock them Pikachu!”
There was a bright yellow flash of light accompanied by a shout of “Pikaaaa! Chuuuu!” and the two ladies and Meowth collapsed in a heap, unconscious, and Ash spun on his heal and ran though the inner door into the main church, knowing that Butch and James were sure to be nearby.
Brock and Misty had been sat in the pews but they stood up with concern when Ash came running in, angry and out of breath. He pointed at two figures in brown robes that were stood in the aisle, finally seeing through their disguise. “Team Rocket,” he gasped and his two friends turned open mouthed as Butch admitted defeat and pulled away his robe, revealing his Team Rocket uniform underneath.
Ash stood up straight as Misty and Brock came across and stood supportively at his side. “I’ve already defeated Cassidy, Jessie and Meowth! You’re both next!”
With Cassidy out of the picture Butch decided he might as well start the motto himself. “Prepare for trouble!”
“Make it double!” Cried out James dramatically.
Butch turned around to look at James who had shrugged out of his robe and was currently prancing down the aisle of the church in a wedding dress complete with veil. Sequins and beads shimmered in the light of a nearby stained glass window as he threw a bouquet of beautiful flowers into the air and squealed with delight when Misty caught them. She looked pleased with herself, getting slightly swept away with the theatrics.
“Ooooh! You’re next!” James cried with glee before Butch stamped over and smacked his ear to snap him out of it.
“What are you wearing that for!” Butch yelled in disbelief. His cheeks were red with fury. “We’re supposed to be professional - you’re making us look ridiculous!”
“I… the motto-” James started to explain, his cheeks reddening slightly with embarrassment.
“How are you supposed to capture pokemon dressed like that?!” Butch yelled, his hands clenched into fists as he moved closer to the other member of Team Rocket who flinched and tried to take a step back, almost tripping over the long train of his dress.
“Don’t yell at me!” James squealed, a scared but angry look on his face.
Ash sighed and looked at his two friends who returned looks of annoyance. This time Brock was the first to crack and he threw a pokeball towards the two men in front of him.
Onix shot out, his long body of boulders sweeping forward towards the two bickering villains as Brock shouted his command to attack. Onix swept them forcibly through the door and up into the air as Brock, Ash and Misty contentedly watched the two villains vanish into the distance with the usual ‘ting!’ of light twinkling in the sky, more than likely made by the light glinting off a certain cross-dressers wedding-dress.
With that problem out of the way they went into the back room to rescue the pokemon and check on the unconscious remaining members of Team Rocket.
***
James screamed loudly as he crashed through tree branches and tumbled down over hard stones and rocks. It didn’t matter how many times they blasted off again, it still hurt when he hit the ground. He opened his eyes with a whimper and slowly willed himself to move, letting out a groan of pain as his bruised body protested. He swept back the veil that had been over his face and looked around him at the huge rocks and trees that surrounded him on all sides. He glanced down at his beautiful dress with a sob of dismay, the delicate white material was covered in twigs and dirt and the hem had torn slightly. He wiped the dirt away as best he could and tried to console himself with the thought that when he got back to the Meowth balloon he’d fix the rips or cover them up with sequins. He’d worked so hard on this wedding dress, trying to make it like the one he’d seen in Jessiebelle’s book all those years ago, he was not going to give up on it that easily.
James ran his hands through his blue hair, trying to shift the leaves and tidy it up as best he could. His arms were in front of his face as he did so and it was then that he noticed the scratches on his bare, unprotected arms, usually so smooth and unblemished. Another woeful sob escaped his lips.
He suddenly felt very lost and alone, usually Jessie or Meowth would be here too and they would take charge and come up with a plan to get them back to their campsite or balloon. Butch had to be nearby, James had to find him, maybe he’d know what to do.
“Botch?” He cried out, more out of habit than anything else.
He heard no reply and, feeling very alone indeed he decided that this was not the time to tease the other man. James did enjoy getting attention from Butch by calling him the wrong name – even if it did result in an angry reaction – but this was no time for playing games. He tried shouting again, using the other man’s correct name this time. “Butch?!”
Still nothing. James was starting to really worry now. Was Butch okay? The green-haired man wasn’t so bad really, James mostly just disliked Cassidy and Butch for Jessie’s sake, although it was also because they always seemed to be the boss’s favourites and James was jealous. The pair of them could be so impolite when they wanted to be as well! But right now James was scared and alone and finding Butch, safe and sound and ready to get them out of this gloomy forest seemed a good and welcome priority.
As if to confirm this thought, the distant sound of two far away pokemon roaring at each other sent a shiver down his spine and he instinctively reached into the lace-trimmed pocket in his dress (functional as well of gorgeous) and pressed his fingers reassuringly against the smooth surface of one of the pokeballs in his pocket.
“Butch?!” He hissed more urgently, pulling himself up to his feet. He stretched his aching legs and rearranged the floor length skirt of his gown, clutching the front of it in his hands as he wandered aimlessly forward.
“Butch? Where are you? I’m scared and it’s getting dark… Butch!”
“Shut up,” came an exhausted voice. “You’re making my head hurt.”
“Butch!” James cried happily, then covering his mouth with his hand when Butch made a pained sound. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
Butch was sat on the ground with his hands on his forehead looking angry and upset. “I think I landed on my head.”
James looked at him with concern then let out a sympathetic sound which only made Butch’s bad mood worse.
“This is all your fault for distracting me! I’d have defeated that bunch of children easily otherwise!”
“Don’t be so grouchy! You’ll be okay. I’ve fallen on my head more times than I can count.”
“Yeah it shows,” Butch muttered irritably. James glared at him but didn’t say anything.
Butch looked James up and down then let out an aggravated grunt. “Can’t you take that ridiculous dress off? I can’t concentrate with you prancing about in that thing.”
James stared at him then narrowed his eyes deviously. “You can’t concentrate? Is it because of my feminine whiles?” James asked posing with one hand on his hip. He started to laugh in reaction to Butch’s shocked expression but James’ giggling was quickly cut short as Butch interrupted him angrily.
“Don’t be disgusting! It’s because you look like a fool!” Butch shouted defensively, blushing with embarrassment and clearly angry at the way James had been laughing at him.
James crossed his arms protectively and stared off sulkily into the trees. “It was only a joke.”
“Well? Take it off then! I can’t think straight as it is with my head aching!”
James continued looking into the trees. He could think of several witty retorts to that comment but he didn’t think Butch would appreciate them so he thought better of it. James continued looking away from Butch and resisted the urge to say, ‘trying to get me to strip for you?’ Or ‘I can’t think straight either’ and settled for, “I’m assuming you think I have my uniform with me?”
“… well, yeah… don’t tell me that you don’t?!”
“Oddly enough between you yelling at me and Onix swiping me into the air I didn’t think to grab a change of clothes.” James was in a bad mood now, how dare Butch say he looked disgusting and like a fool in such lovely attire. James wished that Jessie and Meowth were here with him instead.
“So you’re stuck in that dress?”
“Unless you’d prefer me naked?” James said sarcastically.
Butch continued to hold his face in his hands, rubbing his forehead. “I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”
Butch stood, swaying for a moment until his head stopped spinning, then stalked off into the trees. James followed behind him, happy suddenly that Butch was on the move. Maybe they’d get out of here soon after all and he could get back to Jessie and Meowth, they never fussed and complained about his dresses or made him feel like a fool for wearing women’s clothes.
Butch marched through the heavy undergrowth, pushing aside branches and stepping over a fallen tree trunk and low bushes. James tried to keep up but it was difficult in his bulky dress with all its layers of skirts and poufy netting. It didn’t help that he was wearing high-heeled shoes. His skirt caught on some brambles and he let out a low, angry growl of irritation as he tugged it free. He looked up and saw Butch, who was wearing far more forest friendly attire was getting quite far in front of him and suddenly James was scared that he’d get left behind. He tried to run to keep up but tripped on a tree root and only just managed to keep himself upright.
“Butch?!” He yelled, breaking the silence that had been between them over the last fifteen minutes. “Slow down, you’re walking way too fast!”
Butch let out an annoyed snarl but did as he was asked. He stopped and turned towards James who was picking his way carefully through the shrubbery. “I should just leave you behind, you know. You’re being too slow. We’ll never get back by nightfall at this rate,” he grumbled.
“Stop being so mean,” James told him angrily. “We’re on the same team, remember?”
Butch frowned but then let out a defeated sigh and shrugged. “I’m sorry, okay?” he said moodily. “I’m just not used to being defeated like that by a bunch of whiny children. It was humiliating.”
James nodded, understanding exactly how Butch felt. “Yeah, well you get used to it – where that twerp is concerned anyway. And his electric rat.”
James caught up with the other man and they started to walk side by side at a more leisurely pace. “At least we didn’t get electrocuted this time,” James said optimistically. “But I’ve been thunder shocked so many times you would have thought I’d have built up a resistance to it by now.”
Butch grinned. “Don’t you worry, we’ll catch that Pikachu yet!”
“You think so?!” James asked with excitement. He smirked maliciously as he thought about how wonderful it would be to finally defeat Pikachu. James let out a loud laugh of evil campiness. “Yes! We’re Team Rocket, we can do anything and we will steal Pikachu! That’ll teach that little pest for electrocuting us all so many times! Ha ha!”
“Yeah, and once Pikachu has been sent off to Giovanni we won’t have to worry about it’s electric shocks ever again.” Butch said. He paused. “How are you even able to walk in those… um…shoes?”
“Practice!” James replied with a winning smile.
Far away the sound of distant sirens could be heard. The two men glanced at each other with matching worried expressions. James bit his lip. “That must be the police…”
Butch nodded, a serious look on his face. “I reckon so. They must be going to the church to arrest the girls and Meowth.”
James let out a little sob.
“Don’t worry. They won’t come after us. They won’t know where we landed,” Butch reassured the other man, patting him on the back comfortingly for a second or two before pulling his hand away awkwardly after realising that the back of James’ dress was cut very low and he’d been patting bare skin. He felt like he’d crossed some kind of boundary but James didn’t seem to have noticed or maybe he just didn’t mind.
“I know we’re safe from the police,” James said, still looking anxious. “I’m just worried about Jessie and Meowth.”
“Don’t worry, the boss with bail them out-”
“Yeah, well, he might bail out Cassidy, but he never bails us three out of jail! It’s not fair!” James shouted furiously.
Butch blinked as he watched James seething with anger. “Well… you know… I mean, that’s only because you guys are so good at escaping,” he said hopefully.
James paused to think about this then broke into a smile. “Of course! We are very good at escaping – a smokescreen here, a bit of tunnel digging there…”
“Regular Houdini’s!”
“Yes! We’ve not met an Officer jenny yet that can keep us locked away!”
This revelation seemed to cheer James up a bit as they carried on walking together through the trees and Butch felt much more relaxed. As they walked James rooted about in the pocket of his dress and pulled out a little tin. Butch watched the other man twist the lid open.
“What’s that?” Butch asked nosily.
James dipped his fingertip in and then rubbed it roughly onto his lips. “Vaseline – it’s good as a lip gloss. I don’t want to get chapped lips out here!”
Butch stared at him then looked away into the trees.
“Did you want some?” James asked, trying to be polite but Butch just shook his head in reply. James put the lid back on tightly then returned it to his pocket.
Above them was a canopy of leaves and thick branches and amongst all that greenery something could be heard moving around. James looked up nervously, remembering how he had heard two Pokemon roaring at each other earlier and wondered what was up above their heads right now. Was it something dangerous? He glanced over at Butch nervously but the green-haired man didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the rustling sounds overhead. The noise got louder and suddenly something fell out of the canopy of leaves, it collided with James’ bare shoulder and made him squeal loudly in surprise. James jumped away from whatever it was and bumped into Butch.
Terrified, James automatically clung to the nearest person, something he usually did when he was scared. In most cases it would be an equally terrified Jessie and she would hug him right back comfortingly but this time it was Butch that James was clinging desperately too and screaming pathetically into the ear of.
Butch seemed shocked at the invasion of his personal space, clearly uncomfortable with James draping himself all over him. Butch was clearly not in a touchy-feely kind of mood and he shoved James back away from him.
“It’s only a little Caterpie, calm down,” Butch berated him.
James watched as the small green Caterpie wiggled off into the undergrowth and out of sight then James turned to Butch and gave him an embarrassed grin.
They continued walking as the sky gradually became darker and darker, amongst the trees it was starting to get difficult to see properly.
“I don’t suppose you have any fire Pokemon with you?” James asked hopefully. “To light the way?”
“No,” Butch replied sadly.
“Or a flash light?”
Butch shook his head. “No. I think we should set up camp and light a fire before it becomes pitch-black out here.”
James nodded in agreement. He and his friends had camped out plenty of times, just not usually while he was trapped in a wedding dress and without any supplies. But he’d just have to make do, at least he and Butch seemed to be getting along a bit better than usual.
They soon came across a clearing and decided it would be a perfect place to set up camp. While they had been walking the moonlight had been blocked by all the tree branches and leaves above them but in the open like this it shone down much brighter. The pale light glinted off the water of a stream that trickled along the edge of the little glade. They knelt down beside it, grateful to have found something to drink.
James sat back with a contented look on his face and then watched as Butch got back to his feet and started moving around, collecting firewood. Silently, James joined in and soon they had gathered enough dry branches to get a decent fire started. It crackled slowly into life and Butch threw a few more branches onto it for good measure before sitting down next to James who had his knees brought up to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. James rubbed his own upper arms vigorously, muttering to himself that he was cold and that he hoped the fire would heat up a bit soon.
Butch didn’t feel cold at all right now but then he wasn’t sat there in a dress like James was. Butch was wearing a black, long-sleeved top and black trousers but James had his arms, neck and shoulders bare. The corset he wore was very pretty but it only covered his torso, doing little to keep his body-heat in and the ‘V’ shaped cut of the back did nothing to keep his back warm. But at least the multitude of skirts and netting covering his legs and feet kept the heat in. James tugged his veil down from his head and pulled it tightly around his shoulders like a shawl while edging closer to the flames.
“Careful you don’t set yourself on fire,” Butch said, watching the white lace suspiciously.
James nodded and busied himself with tucking in the edges of his skirt. A rumbling noise to the side of him made him turn around and he saw Butch staring at him with a look of embarrassment as his stomach gurgled.
“Hungry?” James smirked.
Butch gave a self-conscious smile. “Like you would not believe. Do you think there’s anything edible in this forest? Like some berries or something?” His mouth watered at the thought.
James shrugged. “It’s too late now to see what you’re picking from the trees – you might accidently eat something poisonous.”
Butch was just thinking that he’d willingly risk it, he was so hungry, when James turned to him and held out an apple.
“Where’d you get that?” He asked, snatching it hungrily from the other man’s hand and taking a bite. “Did you pick it earlier – it’s not poisonous is it?!” he suddenly asked mid chew. Was James getting him to test it after finding it out here amongst the trees?
James shook his head and chuckled. “It was in my pocket. I have some biscuits too and – Hey! Don’t eat all of it! We are supposed to share our food,” he yelled in dismay.
Didn’t Butch know the rules? When food was scarce (which was most of the time because James, Jessie and Meowth always spent all their wages on contraptions to catch Pikachu) they always split the little food that they had three ways, no matter what it was.
James snatched back the remains of the apple from a startled Butch and then settled back down quietly to finish it.
Butch remained silent for a moment then turned carefully towards James. “So… these biscuits…”
James dug into one of the pockets of his dress and threw a paper bag of biscuits at Butch. James went back to demolishing the apple while Butch peeked happily into the bag but James stopped and pointed threateningly at Butch, making the other man jump slightly. “Don’t eat all of them, only your half! I know how many there are,” he warned fiercely.
“Sure. Thanks, James.”
James nodded smugly. “You’re welcome.”
The fire quickly grew, becoming much warmer and the biscuits vanished just as fast.
Butch let himself fall backwards onto the grass, folding his arms behind his head. He looked across at James who had his back to him and had his arms out, warming his fingers by the heat of the fire. The veil-turned-makeshift-shawl had slipped down over his shoulder slightly and Butch found himself admiring the clear, pale skin that was revealed. He thought about when he had patted James on the back reassuringly earlier and remembered how soft his skin had been.
Butch’s eyes slid down over James’ body. The corset was tied tightly with a white ribbon which cross-crossed down the middle of his back. The fitted bodice accentuated James’s slender figure and small waist and Butch found himself staring. Catching himself, he glanced up to make sure James hadn’t noticed that he was checking him out. James was still facing the fire, and Butch gazed at the blue hair, it looked so soft and silky.
Butch let his eyes slide back down James’ back and wondered how the blue-haired man would react if he were to playfully pull on the ribbon and untie the bow sat at the small of his back, just to tease him. Would he be embarrassed? Angry? Would he flirt?
James shifted, and Butch quickly tore his eyes away and pulled his knees up to his chest to hide the bulge that was forming between his legs as he willed James not to look at him. Butch could feel his cheeks burning and knew he must have a shifty look on his face so he was very grateful when the blue-haired man just got into a more comfortable position and remained looking at the fire without so much as a glance behind him.
Why did James have to be wearing a dress? He might as well be wandering around in a maids outfit for god’s sake! This was exactly why he had wanted James to just wear his usual uniform, Butch found James attractive anyway but the sight of him in a dress just tipped Butch over edge and he was finding it more difficult to keep control.
Butch was attracted to men and women but he had a particular kink for men in women’s clothes. There was something about it that he found so sexy, maybe it was because it made men look effeminate and very submissive. There was also a twist of embarrassment and secrecy about it - or at least there usually was with most men but James didn’t seem embarrassed to be wearing a dress and he certainly was not keeping it secret, he happily wore women’s clothing in public without any sign of self-consciousness. Butch had been completely shocked the first time he’d seen James cross-dressing in front of other people like that, acting so carefree and confident as though it was the most normal and natural thing in the world.
Butch stood up and wandered away into the trees. He heard the rustle of James’ dress as he turned around and could feel the other man’s eyes on the back of his head. He just needed to be alone for a little while to cool down, clear his head and shake this feeling of arousal. He took a toilet break and then finally he made his way back to the camp.
When Butch emerged from the trees into the clearing he saw James stood in front of the fire, his head tilted down in concentration as he fiddled about with lacy suspenders. He was wearing delicate silk stockings and a long leg was pushed out to the side. The layers of his skirts were pulled up against his hip so he could see what he was doing whilst adjusting his suspenders. He was also wearing a pale blue garter. Butch felt like he was going to die.
James looked up, noticed the other man and squealed girlishly before letting the skirts fall back into place, covering himself up. He was blushing furiously as he sat back down on the grass.
“You really went the whole hog there. You don’t do anything by halves, do you?” Butch said, trying to lighten the mood.
James chuckled nervously but didn’t say anything. His cheeks were bright red.
Butch wondered if James was gay – to be honest it seemed highly likely, all things considered, but he didn’t know for absolute sure – and even if James was gay that didn’t mean he would be interested in Butch.
Truth be told, Butch didn’t think James liked him all that much, they tended to argue a lot and were quite cruel to each other. Their teams were in constant competition and Jessie and Cassidy hated each other which also made Butch and James enemies by default. They were always trying to outsmart each other and impress their boss. It was only recently that they had been forced to work together and try to get along but it still felt rather strained, although that was mostly due to the stress of the girls constantly fighting. Butch felt that recently, especially while lost in this forest, he and James had been getting along much better but he still feared that James was just tolerating his presence.
But this night spent together, alone in the forest would be the perfect opportunity to find out how James truly felt about him. Maybe there was something behind the way James would tease him by getting his name wrong. Butch’s stomach twisted nervously at the thought and he wondered how he would go about testing the waters. Was this even a good idea? Team Rocket, as an organisation did not approve of ‘fraternization on the job’ as they called it. Not that this rule was always obeyed of course.
Suddenly Butch remembered some rumours that had gone around at the Team Rocket base. He’d heard that Jessie and James were sleeping together which seemed utterly ridiculous now that he thought about it but then again if James was really as submissive as he seemed maybe Jessie was just man-ish and dominant enough to win him over…
“The… um… suspenders are Jessie’s,” James said. In his head that had seemed like a good explanation but on second thoughts it really wasn’t. At least Butch wasn’t getting all moody and angry again, like he had whilst discussing the dress, but it did annoy James that Butch seemed to find it funny.
“I see. Doesn’t she mind you borrowing her clothes? Or I guess, ‘underwear.’”
“It’s not underwear… um…okay I guess it sort of is an undergarment…”
Butch decided now was as good a time as any to ask this question. “Are you and Jessie… you know…”
James had been staring at the floor the entire time during this conversation but now he looked up at Butch with an amused look on his face.
“A couple? No,” he laughed.
“Why not? She’s hot.”
James’ eyebrows knitted together and he looked uncomfortable. He thought it was obvious that he was gay but apparently Butch didn’t seem to realise it.
“You think she’s hot?” James asked with a hint of disappointment.
Butch shrugged. “Don’t you?”
James looked really uncomfortable now. “She’s not really my type...”
“What is your type?”
James was silent. He squirmed. He did not want to answer that question. Coming out to Butch right now seemed like a really bad idea. If he reacted badly to him wearing a dress then how was he going to react to finding out he was gay? “Well, she’s just a bit… you know. Plus, she can be very… and I don’t really…”
James stood up and stretched. “I think I need a nature break too, I’ll be right back,” he said nonchalantly and he scuttled off into the trees.
Butch watched him go. He’d hoped James would be comfortable enough around him now that he’d feel he could tell the truth but he had been very evasive. Maybe they were not getting along quite as well as he’d thought. However, Butch’s belief that James was probably gay had only deepened despite the lack of a confession.
James returned a few minutes later, looking calmer and much more composed. Butch was putting more branches onto the fire and James laid down next to the flames.
“I think we should probably get some sleep now so we can get moving early tomorrow morning,” James suggested.
Butch shrugged and sat down next to him. “Okay. If you want.”
James was laying on his side, facing the fire and Butch could not see his face. He wanted to talk to him some more but he didn’t know what to say and thought that James wouldn’t want to chat if he was trying to get to sleep anyway.
Butch closed his eyes, laid on his back and tried to drift off too but then he heard James whisper, “Butch?”
He opened his eyes and turned onto his side to face James but the other man still had his back to him. “Yeah?” He asked in his gravelly tone.
James was silent for a moment but then he said in a very small voice, “Do you really think I look stupid in this dress? I thought I make a cute girl…”
Butch suddenly felt really uncomfortable, he didn’t want to admit to being turned on by the sight of James in a dress - the thought of James finding out that he had a fetish for guys in drag was embarrassing. But he also didn’t want James to think that he thought he looked stupid, because he really didn’t and he wished that he had not reacted so badly earlier. He picked his words very carefully. “You make a very convincing girl.”
“Really? So you don’t think I look silly then?”
“No. The dress suits you.”
James let out a happy sound and then turned around to face Butch.
“James, why do you wear girls’ clothes so much?”
“Much more flattering than men’s clothes,” he answered.
Butch looked pointedly at him then opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and closed it again.
“What?” James asked with a little frown.
“It’s just… you must know how it comes across, how people talk about you?”
“Let them talk.”
“Some people have been saying that you’re gay?” Butch blurted out. James looked surprised. He’d suspected that Butch had been trying to find out but he hadn’t expected him to ask so blatantly. Butch looked him in the eye. “It wouldn’t matter if you were, of course… I just wondered, you know. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me too.”
James nodded. “Yeah I am,” he said quietly.
“Does Jessie know?”
James nodded again. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “D… do you find it weird?”
Butch shook his head. “Nah. It’s cool.”
James smiled. “I’m glad. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.”
Butch’s heart was beating really fast, the truth was he did feel a bit uncomfortable but not for the reason that James was worried about. He didn’t know what to say, he’d never been very good with words and suddenly he felt like he was under a lot of pressure to try to impress the other man. He felt like he aught to make a move on James before the moment passed but he wasn’t sure how he should go about it.
James must have noticed the look of unease on Butch’s face because James’ smile faltered and he let out a little sigh. “You’re not okay with it at all, are you? Don’t worry, I’m not going to jump you or anything,” he said with a little laugh.
Butch gave an embarrassed smile. “James-”
“Let’s try and get some sleep now, okay? I promise I’ll be good and behave.” With that he turned back around to face the fire, staring into the flames with worried eyes. Well, that conversation could have gone a lot worse, he had to admit, but he’d stupidly half-hoped that Butch would have admitted the same, he’d seemed so okay with it at first, James had thought that maybe there was a good reason that he’d been okay with it. James just hoped that Butch would have gotten used to this information by tomorrow and they could just put it behind them. He didn’t want it to make working together awkward.
James remembered when he was young and all the negative reactions he’d gotten from people finding out about his sexuality and his taste for cross dressing. This evening, what with Butch’s first reactions to the wedding dress and the way he’d reacted uncomfortably to James coming out to him, the blue-haired man felt transported back in time, he felt those old feelings of low self-esteem and self-doubt creep back in again and his confidence, quite low at the best of times, was shaken.
James had gotten so used to Jessie and Meowth being open-minded and accepting of his sexuality and preferred clothing that he found it depressing to be reminded that most people did not feel the same way. True, his cross-dressing often shocked the twerps but it amused him to see their surprise, their opinion didn’t matter but James had wanted Butch’s acceptance on this. He’d even wished for a little bit more than just acceptance.
James heard Butch moving behind him and at first thought he was in the process of moving further away from him but then James heard Butch’s voice just behind him and he realised he’d edged closer.
“James? I don’t think being ‘good and behaved,’ is really the Team Rocket way.”
“N… no. You’re right…” James said, still staring into the fire wondering if Butch was really implying what James thought he was.
James’ breath hitched when he felt Butch’s hand hold ever so gently onto his corseted waist. Butch kept it there for a moment, and then once he was confident that James was not about to protest or push his hand away he started stroking his hand over the delicate material, feeling the heat of James’ body underneath. He pushed his hand up higher and rubbed little circles over the bare skin of James’s back, displacing the veil that was around his shoulders even more. James’ eyes closed and his lips parted, he let out a little sigh when he felt Butch’s fingers at the nape of his neck, moving up into his hair.
“You’re very beautiful, James,” Butch whispered. “And you look so sexy in that dress.”
“I knew it was my feminine whiles that were stopping you from concentrating...oh…”
Butch’s face was right against James’s back, he had pressed his cheek against James’ skin and was kissing him while his fingers played with the man’s blue hair. He continued to run his fingers through the soft blue strands while his other hand stroked back down James’ body, eliciting a deep moan. His hand stopped at the blue-haired man’s hip and he grabbed a fistful of the gathered material of the gown tightly in his hand and slowly started to hitch the skirts up, netting and all.
He listened to the sounds James’ was making, listening out for any hint that he was taking things too far too fast but the moaning noises James made only encouraged him. As long stocking clad legs were revealed, James made no signs of protest at all and Butch smiled and let out a contented sigh as he saw the lacy straps of the suspends attached to the tops of the stockings high on James’s thigh.
Butch sat up slightly, holding his weight on his arm out behind him as his free hand ran up James’s thigh, traced across a thin suspender strap and pushed the skirt up even higher until he could see the belt of the suspenders around his waist. Under the suspenders James was wearing almost see-through white, lacy panties. James turned slightly, kicking his heels desperately into the ground and twisting his torso so he was lying on his back instead of his side. Butch could see the other man’s erection pressed against the transparent material of his saucy underwear and Butch pressed his hand firmly against the bulge and then grinned at the loud moan this drew from James’ lips.
Butch leant over him, taking hold of his blue hair to turn James’ face towards him as he pressed their lips together. James’ hands clung to the other man’s shoulders and tangled into his hair as Butch pushed his tongue into his mouth.
Butch thrust his hand under the material of James’ panties and took hold of his cock, stroking its length in a steady rhythm making James moan and whimper into the other man’s mouth.
James’ chest, encased in silvery sparkles, heaved breathlessly as he was reduced to a squirming, keening thing. His mouth was open, gasping for breath and Butch licked at his lower lip, nibbling it gently before kissing down along his jawline, pleased with how easily he’d been able to reduce James to such a desperate and needy state.
He found himself settling down in between the other man’s thighs, rumpled layers of the white skirt caught underneath them both as he knelt between the other man’s legs, forcing James to part them for him.
James pulled his legs up, pressing them against Butch’s sides and displaying the curve of his ass.
“What are you going to do to me?” He asked playfully.
Butch didn’t reply. He was too busy nibbling James’ neck.
“Butch?” James pleaded. He twisted and turned, rooting about in the folds of his skirts until his fingers curled around a little tin. Butch just grunted in reply, too busy sucking James’ ear.
“Botch?”
As suspected, that got a reaction. “Call me that again and I’ll have to punish you,” he warned with a mischievous grin on his face.
James pushed the tin into Butch’s hand. The green haired man looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I thought this was for chapped lips?”
“It’s very versatile.”
James laid back down, flat on the ground and looked up at Butch who suddenly leaned forward over him, pushing James’ knees up towards his chest, forcing him to bare his ass all the more. Butch pressed their mouths together and James could feel the other mans hands groping at his suspenders, unfastening them from the stockings. James gasped against the other man’s mouth as he felt his lacy panties being pulled down to his thighs.
Butch ran his fingertips gently over the soft curve of James’ ass, squeezing a butt-cheek before running his fingers down the groove between his buttocks. His fingers, wet and slick with the lubricant, pressed at James’ opening, rubbing back and forth over it teasingly before pushing slowly inside.
James whimpered as he was penetrated, he could feel the finger moving inside of him. He looked up at Butch who had broken the kiss and was staring at him with a look of concern, James gave him a little reassuring smile to show that he was okay and Butch fell to James’ throat, kissing the tender skin.
James’ mouth opened wide and he gasped when a second finger joined the first. He squirmed slightly as the digits moved inside of him, his mouth hung open and he gasped as the fingers scissored, stretching him. Butch moved away from James’ neck, moving back slightly. The blue-haired man had his eyes closed but they opened suddenly when he felt a warm dampness claim the tip of his erection. He moaned and looked down along his body to see Butch kissing his cock, pulling the head into his mouth and swilling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.
Butch’s fingers pushed rapidly back and forth, making James shiver and let out a whimper of pleasure. The green-haired man pushed his head down further as he pulled all of James’ length into his mouth, making the blue-haired man moan and throw his head back.
Butch released James’ cock from his mouth and sat up. He looked at man below him who let out a little whine at the loss of attention to his cock. Butch’s fingers stopped thrusting too and he couldn’t help smiling to himself when James whimpered at the loss of movement and retaliated by writhing and rolling his hips, fucking himself on the fingers inside of him. Butch removed his hand altogether and instead of a look of disappointment, a look of anticipation crossed James’ face, because he knew what was going to happen next.
Undoing his trousers, Butch pulled them roughly down his legs along with his underwear. James let out a sound of admiration when he saw Butch’s erection, big and pink, Butch’s cock had been completely neglected so far but now he was going to get what he needed.
Butch grabbed the tin of Vaseline again and smeared it over his cock. He looked over at James and grinned. The other man had grabbed his own knees, pulling them tightly to his chest, raising his vulnerable ass into the air. This was permission enough and Butch moved closer and grabbed the other man’s thighs in his hands before pressing his cock urgently into the tight hole, pushing deeper and deeper inside of him.
James bit his lip to stifle a cry as he was penetrated again, this time by something much bigger than fingers. Butch groaned as he pushed all the way in. The warm tightness of James’ body felt so good. James had his eyes tightly closed and his mouth was open as he took big breaths, trying to get used to the invasion. Reaching down, Butch took James’ cock in his hand, stroking it back to full hardness easily. James’ face relaxed and a smile played on his lips.
Butch started to gyrate, slowly at first, but soon he picked up speed, thrusting faster and deeper into the other man. He leant forward, letting go of James’ hard-on and bracing his arms against the ground. He felt James ankles against his shoulders, felt the smooth material of the stockings against his skin.
Whimpering with each thrust, James reached his shaky hands down between his legs and started to touch himself. Butch grabbed James’ hips and pounded into him even faster.
James moaned loudly and then his breath caught in his throat as he spilled himself over his stomach, he shivered under the onslaught of orgasm and collapsed into desperate panting as Butch continued to slam into his body.
Butch watched James cum, watched his seed drip onto the material of the suspenders and sticky droplets fall onto the white material of the wedding dress. Butch felt as though he had just deflowered an innocent bride.
Seconds later Butch came too, spilling his load deep into the tightness of the other man’s ass. The green-haired man cried out as the wave of bliss took him, rocking his hips desperately against James’ shivering frame.
Butch pulled his softening member from the tightness. He watched his own seed drip along the curve of James’ ass before James lowered his aching legs down to the ground.
Laying down next to the breathless man, Butch let out a contented sigh. After a few moments James shifted groggily and rearranged his dress before turning over onto his side and moving closer to the other man. Butch rearranged himself too and then wrapped an exhausted arm around the blue-haired man, holding him tightly as James’ eyes drifted closed and he fell into a deep and happy sleep.
Butch smiled to himself and allowed his own tired eyes to close. James did like him after all. Butch wondered what tomorrow would bring, whether this was the start of a relationship or if James just saw this as a one night thing. By the way James was nuzzling into him and hugging him, he suspected it was more than just a one night stand. Butch hoped it would be more than that. He wondered what their teammates would say if they knew what had happened, wondered if James would want to keep it a secret or not.
Holding happily onto the sleeping blue-haired man he decided not to worry about the future, because right now everything was perfect. He fell asleep, dreamily wondering what costume James might be wearing the next time they had sex.
It was the ballerina outfit.
***
Authors note: I didn’t remember Jesse and James wearing a wedding dress and tuxedo in the anime but after writing this I decided to double check and it turns out they did in, “Wherefore Art Thou, Pokemon” where they pretend to have an outdoor wedding. I considered changing my fic but James didn’t even get to throw the bouquet in the anime which is a travesty, plus I kinda like it as it is.
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