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Roomates and locked doors	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
“Meanwhile” referring to
the fact this takes place during Sweethearts. Literally.

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Ethan was, as usual, extremely bored.
Lucas less so, since he actually liked reading, but Ethan had
exhausted his entire stack of comics and didn't quite feel like going
outside to get more. So instead he was sitting on his bed, staring at
the window, sighing absently while wishing Blake was still his
roommate. Lucas didn't provide nearly as much entertainment; he had
no comics to steal, no cool clothes to steal, and no crazy CDs to
listen to. Not that he hated Lucas or anything, and not that it
wasn't honetly a bit better than Blake in a way because Lucas wasn't
shameless in terms of hanging around in his drawers all day, but on
days like today Ethan was sorely tempted to take off on another
journey just so he had something to do.

Hell, he was considering doing his
laundry for the sake of something to do.

Then he heard it: the familiar calls of
a girl somewhere else in the house. He sunk a little deeper into his
pillow, fuming slightly. This was why the room rearrange had happened
to begin with, to let the other guys get laid more often. That's what
it boiled down to. And he and Lucas had been shoved together solely
because they were single. No other reason. They hadn't even had a say
in it, not really.

He glanced over at Lucas, who was
slightly pink as he was reading his book. So he'd heard it too. Ethan
smirked.

“Whatcha reading?”

The boy nearly fell out of his bed in
surprise, and Ethan laughed victoriously, sitting up. “What,
not used to the noise? Or not used to anyone knowing you're
listenin'.”

“I'm trying really hard not
to listen, thank you very much,” he whined, his voice wavering.

“Why? It's just Winnie. I'm
pretty sure she likes it when we listen.”

Lucas turned a little redder, sinking
lower in his corner. “Winnie and Blake are back in Unova right
now, remember?”

Ethan blinked a couple times,
straightening his hood as he looked at the wall in confusion. It
wasn't coming from the right direction, now that he thought about it.
“Well it ain't May either, I don't think.”

Lucas just shook his head, then jumped
a few inches again when suddenly the ceiling creaked. “...Can I
borrow your headphones?”

“The fuck?” Ethan
complained, too distracted to answer his friend's question.
“Upstairs? The girls' room?” Now it was him
blushing as he worried for a moment that it was his best friend
getting pounded above them. “That fucking better not be Lyra,”
he growled, standing up on his bed and glaring at the ceiling.
“There's no man alive crazy enough to fuck her, and I sure as
hell ain't letting her lose her virginity before ME.”

The slightly older boy managed to hide
the smile he cracked at his roommate's tirade, but when he tried to
mumble a defense, it wasn't loud enough for him to hear. Lucas sighed
when Ethan just continued glaring at the ceiling, then cleared his
throat again, barely managing, “N-no, I don't think that's
her...”

The ceiling squeaked again, and
suddenly Ethan was standing on top of Lucas's bed, making it there in
three bounds. “It's right over your bed! Haha, awesome.”

“Can I go sit on your bed, then?”
he asked, pulling his legs closer to him and out of the path of
Ethan's feet.

“You really don't want to be
listening to this? This is free entertainment.”

Lucas just turned redder, turning to
look out the window. “I... Dawn and Barry went up there a while
ago.”

“Barry?!” Ethan snapped,
staring at the quieter boy in shock.

He winced, nodding a bit. “Shh...
they might hear you...” he said, waving his hands downward.

“They don't seem to care so why
should we?” he grinned, the same line he used any time the door
was left open on Blake's new room. Lucas sighed, rubbing his neck as
he stood up and walked over to sit on his roommate's bed instead.

“Where do you keep your
headphones?”

“Huh?” he glanced over,
shrugging. “Oh, they're there somewhere man. Check my coat.”
He turned his attention back toward the ceiling, some mix of
fascination and irritartion on his face. “Fuckin' A.... Barry,
really? That fruitbag's getting laid before me? That ain't right...”

Lucas just grunted, carefully picking
up a pair of Ethan's boxers with the edge of his book and flicking
them to the ground. Ethan's coat was somewhere in the pile, on his
bed, but where exactly was the better question.

“Lucky though. Dawn's getting
pretty hot. A bit flat for my tastes, but her legs are nice... And
that face!”

There was a slight growl from his usual
side of the room, and Lucas was staring him down. “That's
my...” he stumbled over the words “ex-girlfriend“
mentally, then settled on, “my friend you're talking about!”

It was Ethan's turn to blink. “So?
You're telling me you wouldn't have hit that if you had the chance?”

“I-” Lucas felt like his
face was on fire, and he turned to look away from Ethan, staring at
his dirty clothes instead. He'd been dating her, hadn't he? So of
course he'd planned on having sex with her eventually, right? But
he'd also never really thought about it. In the end that lack of
thought was sort of why he'd lost her, wasn't it? He took a deep
breath, trying to force down the blush or at least turn it into rage
instead. “What the fuck, man?!” he snapped, the curse
feeling unnatural on his tongue. “What if I said something like
that about Lyra?!”

“Well that'd just mean you're
nuts,” Ethan answered quickly, his tongue stuck out in disgust.
“Really, why would you say something like that.”

Lucas groaned, grabbing the boy's coat
off the bed. “Nevermind. I'm just not a pervert like you.”

“They've got a word for people
like you, you know.”

He narrowed his eyes at his roommate.
He'd heard “prude” spat at him one too many times, and he
was starting to think Sinnoh was the only place on the planet that
still taught people anything about respecting women. Or maybe it was
just the only place where teenagers had anything better to do with
their time than jack off.

“Gay,” Ethan announced,
then jumped up and punched the ceiling.

“Whaaaat?!” Lucas shouted
back, stunned by the accusation, then, “Knock that off!”
scrambling across the room.

“What? They've gone quiet, it's
boring.”

“Don't jump on my bed!” he
snapped, trying to grab at his roomie's arm. “Please!”

“See? Gay. Real man would have
just thrown me off of here by now.”

“Just because I'm not an asshole
doesn't mean I'm gay!” He grabbed at him again, and Ethan
evaded and snatched his hat in one motion. Lucas whined slightly,
covering his hair with both hands in a late attempt to grab the hat.
“And even if I was it wouldn't matter.”

“Deniiiial! Keep telling yourself
that,” he chuckled, setting his friend's hat atop his own.
“Man, I can't believe the show is already over.”

“Well I'm glad,” Lucas
sneered, trying to hide his pout. What was with people and his hat
lately.

Just then a scream, muffled by the
plaster between them, but still clear and clearly Dawn's voice,
filled the room for several seconds. Lucas went pale, hiding his face
in his hands a few seconds later when Ethan whistled appreciatively.

“DAMN. That girl has some lungs.
How'd you let that get away?”

“Please just shut up,” he
mumbled into his palms, turning to sit down on the edge of his bed.

The only noise for the next minute or
so was a pair of golf claps from the younger boy. Lucas groaned in
relief at about the same moment that Ethan sighed. “Yeah, guess
they really are done now.” He hopped off the bed and sat down,
patting his friend on the back. “You want to go congratulate
him?”

“Whaaaaat?!”

Ethan laughed at his sustained protest.
“That's not bad. Keep it up and you can scream just like her.”

Lucas was trying really hard to cry,
because honestly, that would only make the taunting worse. He really
missed Brendan right about now; he might have made a joke or two,
sure, but he had the sensetivity to know when his friend needed
support. “This isn't funny,” he grumbled finally,
sniffing back the couple of tears that had managed to escape.

Ethan watched him for a second, then
sighed, hooking his arms behind his head. “Aww, I'm sorry man.”

His head jerked up to look at his
roommate, surprised that he actually sounded sympathetic. “You....
are?”

“Yeah. I keep forgetting that
that coulda been you up there. It ain't right for me to be going on
about it. I'm sure losing a girl like that hurts.”

Lucas started to smile, moreso after
his hat was handed back to him. “Thanks,” he whispered,
brushing it off before putting it back on his head. “Is that
what happened with you and Lyra?” He asked as he straightened
it.

“...What?!” Ethan gagged,
sounding a bit like he was going to puke from the notion. “What
are you on?!”

He froze with both hands still on his
hat, then got them up defensively as quickly as he could. “Nothing!
Just you always talk about her with such annoyance, and her and
Silver-”

“Her and the pansy is her
problem, not mine. There is nothing between me and her. That
is just... nasty,” he shivered, sticking his tongue out. “Why
would you even... Ewww...”

“Sorry, sorry!” Lucas
spouted, scooting back a couple inches. “Just you two've known
each other so long, like Dawn and I have, so I just thought-”

“Yeah, but Dawn is cute. Lyra's
just crazy. Maybe if she was more like her sister, then sure, I'd
think about it, but...”

Lucas thought about making a comment
about who was really in denial in the situation as Ethan continued to
rant. “Okay, okay, I get it. I'm sorry,” he sighed once
it was clear Ethan wasn't going to shut up any time soon. “I
just made a mistake. I mean, not everyone's gonna fall for someone
just because they went to school with them forever, right?”

“Exactly. I like older women,
anyway,” Ethan assured him, smirking. “...But not like,
milfs or whatever, that's just creepy. Just like, Kris and Winnie,
and I guess Leaf's pretty hot but it's not the same.”

He just shook his head, feeling a
little better just out amusement at Ethan's rambling. “I kinda
get you.”

The next moment was silent, while Ethan
made a couple of motions about boobs but otherwise just sat staring
at the wall.

“...Okay, I'm bored again. Let's
go play something.”

Lucas took a second to process what
he'd just been asked. “Really?” Ethan never asked him to
play anything.

“Yeah, or let's go train or
something.” He stood up, stretching his back exaggerat ively,
then turned back to grin at his roomie. “I'd challenge you to a
battle, but we both know who'd win that.”

Lucas laughed. “I wouldn't be so
sure on that one, but it's a bit late for a battle.” It was
true that Blake not being in town gave Ethan less options for people
to hang out with, but he still had a feeling this was his friend's
way of apologizing for being insensitive. That, of course, assumed he
really understood that he'd been hurtful, and Lucas could never be
sure if something like that was giving the boy too much credit or
not.

“Then the Wii it is!” he
announced, adjusting his hat and dashing for the door.

He stopped mid-step when there was
suddenly another very feminine squeak, turning back to look at Lucas.
“Was that you?”

“What? No!” he complained,
his tone of voice completely failing to disprove the accusation. “I
think-”

They heard it again, and Ethan's hand
quickly fell away from the doorknob as he started at the ceiling.
“Damn, round two?” he said, whistling as he shook his
head slightly. “Looks like I owe him some credit.”

Lucas was bright red again; while the
first time, there had only been a few, spread-out moans, this time
the noise was persistent. He reached up to cover his ears without
even thinking about it, eyes squeezing shut as well. It was one thing
to have heard something so passing, even if her scream had sunk into
his soul uncomfortably... He was used to noise from the rooms on
either side of his own, and was more than capable of sleeping
straight through it. But when he chanced uncovering his ear, she had
only gotten louder.

“I didn't think he could last
this long,” Ethan thought aloud, glancing at Lucas as if to ask
if he expected this out of his friend. He just whimpered, pressing
his palms tighter to his ears. “They've been at it for what,
half an hour?”

“Shut up!” Lucas shot back,
palms still pressed to his ears.

“You shut up, I'm trying to
listen.”

It looked like Lucas's eyes were going
to fall out of his head from how wide they went as he stared in his
roommate in horror. Ethan's tendency to eavesdrop when it was easy
was no secret – he'd caught him and Lyra crouched outside of
Brendan and May's room, giggling, at least once, and seen him with
his ear pressed to the wall they shared with Blake and Winnie
frequently – but somehow it was different in this case. A lot
of it was because this was his best friends Ethan was listening to;
that fact alone disgusted Lucas. But at least part of it was that
Barry and Dawn were just so G rated in public, unlike the other
couples. He was pretty sure he'd never seen them kiss in public
outside of “hello” and “goodbye”, unlike the
couch hoggers who treated PDA like a religion. Spying on people who
were normally so chaste was just so wrong.

“Come on, let's go play,”
he urged, heading for the door quickly. Maybe downstairs they
wouldn't be able to hear them; two floors away seemed like far
enough.

“And miss this? Hell no.”
Then he grinned. “Do you know how much shit I get to give him
later over this?”

Lucas had had enough. “Over what,
him losing his virginity before you?”

That clearly struck a chord in the
younger boy, who stuck his lip out and then went back to examining
the ceiling. “You can run off if you want, I'm not
missing the show,” he grumbled, ignoring Lucas entirely.

He sighed, shaking his head as he
turned to leave, only to wince at another loud thud. He thought maybe
it had been something upstairs, but Ethan was still bouncing slightly
from jumping to hit the ceiling again. “Don't do that!”

“Why?” he asked, though he
jumped back down with a thump that was only lesser from the carpet.

“Because-” he faltered,
feeling flustered. It was obviously an awful thing to do, why did he
even question it? “Because it's a dick move, that's why,”
he explained, standing up straighter to emphasize the inch of height
he had over Ethan.

“Man, you are such a wet
blanket,” he complained, traipsing across the room and dropping
to his knees by his own bed.

“No, I'm practical,” Lucas
mumbled, deflating slightly. “Someone in this house has to be
not wild.”

Ethan laughed once, still digging
around under his bed, then sliding his skateboard out before hopping
to his feet. “Same difference. And Red's plenty 'not wild', so
you can loosen up some, y'know.”

Lucas felt his eye twitch a little as
he tried to decide between retaliating and just leaving. This was
beyond obnoxious in his mind, like Ethan was just trying to bait him
by now, which he probably WAS if he thought about it. Just as he
opened his mouth, the ceiling saved him from the humiliation of
having no idea what to say by thunking fairly loudly. And this time
Ethan's fist was nowhere near the plaster, not that it was capable of
producing the creaking noises that followed.

And that didn't stop.

“Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak,”
Ethan cackled, nodding his head to the rhythm and then jumping up
onto Lucas's bed again, nearly thwacking him with his skateboard as
he sped by.

“You are so SICK!” Lucas
shouted, spinning around to keep his gaze on his roommate. “Most
people don't listen to their friends have sex!”

“Now who's so loud they're gonna
hear us?” he laughed. “Not that either of them would
probably notice,” he added, sticking his tongue out. “They're
really into it.”

Lucas's brow furrowed hard, his hand
balling into a fist as rage started winning over embarrassment. Ethan
bounced slightly on the bed again, then brought his skateboard over
his head and smacked it into the ceiling hard enough to leave a small
black mark. The older boy sputtered helplessly, charging for his bed
and grabbing at Ethan, “Knock it off!”

Ethan just continued to laugh, knocking
on the ceiling again and cheering.

“Barry wouldn't do this to you!”
Lucas protested, pulling harder at his friend's hoodie.

“His loss. If he gets to have
fun, so should I!”

Something inside of Lucas snapped in
that moment. Most of him was still wanting to go cry in the corner
from the conflicting emotions of missing Dawn and knowing his friends
were off upstairs without him paired with him wanting to be happy for
them. The rest wanted to just be embarrassed for them for how loud
they were being about it, and for himself for being the teensiest bit
aroused by hearing his ex's moans.

But everything he wanted to be feeling,
all the emotions he wanted to deal with, were being shoved to the
wayside because of Ethan's rampant dumbass-ary. For the second time
that month, an unfamiliar rage was boiling within the normally
level-headed boy.

“FUCK YOU!” he roared, the
back of his arm colliding with Ethan's side and slamming him clean
off the bed, to go tumbling to the floor. Lucas stumbled back too,
from the force of the impact, then just stood there shaking, glaring
down at his roommate.

The younger boy stared back up at him
in shock, and for a few seconds the room itself was quiet, leaving
every single groan from upstairs clear as day.

“What the hell, man?!”
Ethan shouted back, grabbing his skateboard and holding it as a
shield as he sat up.

Lucas lowered the arm he had raised,
ready to lean down and punch Ethan, then a split second later kicked
him in the calf instead. The younger boy's snarl of pain drowned out
the background for a moment, one hand gripping his calf while the
other still gripped the skateboard. “Knock it off!”

“You won't, why should I?”
he snapped, his arm cocking again. “Or are you too much of a...
a pussy to take your own SHIT?!” Lucas was screaming
now, his hand latching onto the top of the skateboard, ready to rip
it away.

“Yeah, but I'm not trying to hurt
anybody!” Ethan defended, tightening his own grip. “It's
all just a joke man!”

Lucas's sneer faltered for a second.
Yeah, Ethan talked big, but he never actually did any of the shit he
said... And he'd only seen him get in a physical fight with anyone
once, and that someone was Silver. “Well-” he started,
his mind racing.

Above them, Dawn screamed again, and
Lucas looked away, unable to meet Ethan's eyes.

“Well?” Ethan spat after a
second, pulling his skateboard free of Lucas's hand.

He squeezed back his tears, then
stomped on the ground just an inch from the younger boy's leg,
hissing, “Well, don't joke
about my friends.”

“Alright
man, I'm sorry. Yeesh. You're such a wet bl-”

Lucas
swung again, only to be blocked by the skateboard. “You want to
keep going, Ethan? Then we'll settle this right. A pokemon battle.
Tomorrow, first thing.” He had his eyes narrowed, staring
straight into Ethan.

He let
go of the skateboard, and only then did Ethan realize he'd swing
intending to catch the board, not trying to actually hit him. Lucas
backed up slightly, still glaring at his roommate as he took another
deep breath, then holding out his right hand to help Ethan up.

Ethan's
face lit up as he finally saw a cue to react. “Now we're
talking!” he cheered, slapping his hand into Lucas's and
pulling himself to his feet. “It's about time something
interesting happened around here!”

Lucas
tried to keep scowling, but as Ethan grinned and shook his hand, he
couldn't help but flash a slight smile. It was true; this was going
to be interesting.
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