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All Shook Up	By : Dancinginthedarkkk Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the Pokemon Characters. They belong to Satoshi Tajiri and the Pokemon Company and I do not make ANY money off of this work at all.

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"Ash, sweetheart, are you sure you don't just wanna take a break for a few weeks before you go out applying for jobs again?" Delia followed after him as Ash put his wallet in his pocket, one arm hugging onto Shiloh securely, mamón in mouth and two tiny fists tangled in his hair. Ash sat down on the couch, pulling his book bag open with one hand. "I mean, I can always work some too. It doesn't have to be just you working all the time."
He pulled out his folder that held all of his recommendation letters and his resume, Ash looked up at Delia. "Mama, rent's in three weeks and the check I'll be getting tomorrow is not gonna cut it. The whole point of me having a job was so that way you didn't have to work." He put the folder on the table, pulling Shy into his lap and looked at her dead on as she grabbed onto his face and smiled. "If I can find something that's only half days.. so I can leave before she wakes up and come back a few hours later.. I'll take it." He pressed his forehead against Shy's chest as he hugged her. "I don't want to do it either. I hate leaving her."
Shy cooed and Ash felt something wet hit his hair and fall onto the floor while Delia sighed. "Dinner is gonna be ready at six, I want you home at five. And if you can't find anything in these next three weeks, I'll start looking too. She's eight months, which means she'll be walking soon. Trust me when I tell you that you don't want to miss it." She leaned against the arm of couch as Ash covered Shy in kisses. The girl giggled as he played.
He didn't look at Delia as he listened, a hard sigh surfacing as he stared at his girl. He'd already missed the baby teeth, and when she started sitting herself up. If he missed her standing and walking... Ash stood, setting Shy down in her bouncer. "I'll be home for dinner. I already have someone who might hire me. I'll see what the hours are, if not I'll apply other places and wait." He picked up her mamón and sucked on it for a second to clean it before he offered it to her and pressed one last kiss to Shy's cheek, and then hugged his mom after picking up his folder. "See you soon."
"Bye honey! Good luck!" Delia sat down on the couch and watched as Shiloh jumped happily in her chair, just outside the window, she could see Ash running for the bus stop as it came rolling through.
Ash sat quietly in the even quieter lobby. The receptionist eyed him as he sat in his jeans and tee, he looked around and realized that everyone was dressed up all... dressy. Yeah. He stood out.. "Mr. Ketchum?" Ash stood at the sound of his name, looking around the room as one of the women waved at him. "You can follow me." She waited for him to make it across the lobby and through the door before she started walking down a long hall.
The hall ended, and Ash was lead through a large office space, desks scattered around the room. The woman waved a hand at him, "I'm sorry. Did you say something?" He blinked, face turning red as she held a hand out towards a seat.
"I didn't. You can sit here, Mr. Weiss will call you in when he is ready." And after Ash took a seat, she nodded and left, heading back to the front lobby. Ash kicked his feet out as he looked around the room. Everywhere he looked, there was a desk, and someone sitting in it, typing away. But, every other desk had other people sitting on the other side, some were crying or angry.
He wondered what Paul did for a living.
Suddenly the large glass door next to him opened and he jumped, hand to his chest as he looked up at Mr. Weiss, who was putting away a pair of glasses. "Hello Mr. Weiss." And for a second Ash felt a tinge of curiosity, wondering what Paul looked like with the glasses on. The man he was staring at was already insanely handsome, charming actually, the glasses might just be too much for Ash. Hell. He'd already seen the man naked and just the thought of the night before made Ash shift in his seat. Fingers snapped in front of his face and Ash blinked, blushing when he realized he'd just been staring at Paul's lips the whole time the man was speaking to him. "Sorry?"
"Come in." Paul held his hand out, motioning for Ash to go into the office. Ash got up and smiled softly as he passed Paul and entered the office, taking a seat in one of the twin chairs in front of the large desk in front of him. The door closed behind him, he took a second to take in everything around him. It was simple, but modern and matched the layout of the rest of the office. "Would you like some water?" Paul took a seat across from him, a small bottle of water in his hand.
"Yeah. Thanks." Ash leaned forwards and took it, taking a long drink from it as he looked away from the man who was watching him drink. "Uh, thanks for seeing me. I really appreciate it." He set the bottle in the chair next to him and started rifling through his folder and pulled out all the papers and handed it to Paul. "It's my resume."
Paul took it from him and began looking at it, and then at Ash. "No college experience?"
"School was never uh.. my forte. Barely graduated.. and then some other stuff came up and I never actually got the chance to attend, it was just too expensive." Ash cursed himself as he shifted in his seat. "Not that I never tried! I'm um, I'm severely dyslexic- not that that's an excuse but I'm a hard worker so even though my GPA wasn't very high my teachers still wrote me letters for when I applied to schools and whatever." He felt himself shrinking in his seat as Paul raised a curious brow to the thin stack in his hands, flipping through the pages so quick Ash knew he was a goner.
"The dyslexia is very obvious. Before you hand those out, you need to look over it again and whatever." Paul said curtly as he sat up after putting the stack of papers in one of the drawers of his desk. "Do you have a car?"
Ash shook his head no, "I was saving up for one but I never learned how to drive. I live in Pallet, everything is walking distance and the bus comes through every hour."
Paul only nodded silently as he looked at him. "Will you join me for lunch? I ordered takeout." At the mention of food, Ash's stomach rumbled, but his mind was still on Paul's comment.
He laughed nervously, placing a hand on his stomach. "I ate before I came here, I was.. really just expecting a short interview." He shifted in his seat. "I was fired this morning so.. lunch really wasn't my first thought." He blurted out as Paul got up from his desk and went to open the door for the young man who carried a bag of food.
"Let's eat first. Then we'll talk about a job." He watched as a takeout box was set down in front of him on the desk, a pair of chopsticks set down next to him. Ash stared at him for a long moment, Paul staring between him and the box. Ash picked up the container and opened it, stomach growling louder. He snapped the chopsticks apart and started eating.
Once the empty containers were dropped in the trash, Paul's attention turned back to Ash and he went still. "How much were your previous employers paying you per hour, and how many hours did you work per work week?"
"Nine an hour and about fourty-five to fifty a week. But I was getting medical, dental and vision with them too, for me and my family." He bit at his lip, leg bouncing from how still and quiet the room was. He was locked in Paul's gaze as the man just stared, hands clasped together on the desk.
"I don't think you would have a good experience here. I require all of my workers to at least have a two year degree and some experience in law." And there it was. Ash could only nod as he sat up, gathering his things. All he could mutter was a 'thank' before Paul sat up. "Let me at least finish before you leave. I do have another job for you, if you'll take it."
Ash sat back down, "I'll take anything you have to offer. I just need something that will pay the bills and is flexible with my schedule."
"Your hours will be flexible, every day will be different but you will need to always be free. Since you also have no car, I will send one for you. Your only job is to get in the car, and to do what I ask." Paul held his gaze. "Three hundred weekly, and if you do well, in the next month or so I'll bump up your allowance. Do you accept?"
He could only stare at Paul in bewilderment. "What... exactly... would I be doing?" The offer sounded nice, but his stomach was in knots, unsure of what he was being asked for.
"You'll share your company. Like you did last night." There it was again. Ash's heart nearly stopped beating, caught on the devious gleam in the man's eye. "Sometimes it'll be like last night, or it will be dinner, lunch." Sex. For money.
Ash shifted in his seat. ".. That's prostitution."
"Only it's not. I'll be the only one you'll be with. And I will never ask anything of you that could put your honor on the line. In return, you'll be rewarded with money. But there is one other thing, I will want you to continue school." A pen was rolled between long, nimble fingers.
"School?"
"I want you to go to college. Eventually, you might want to go out and get your own job, but most employers want at least something from college. You can set up your schedule to however you'd like. Along with your allowance, I'll fund your tuition. I won't take no for an answer, education is a necessity. Dyslexia can be conquered."
The pen was put down. A bit starstruck, Ash just stared at him. When Shy came into the picture with his then-girlfriend any thoughts of going back to school had been beaten with a metal bat and kicked down a flight of stairs. The thought of going back to school terrified him. He'd been out of high school for two years, and was grateful that he even managed to claw his way through to graduation. He'd not only be behind, but severely behind.
"Are you sure I HAVE to go to school? I mean, cut that out and I'll do whatever you want." He cracked an uneasy smile at Paul.
"What's holding you back from attending school? You'll have a flexible arrangement and everything paid for." Paul's voice was cold and hard, too sharp to be considered anything but unsatisfied with Ash's answer. "It's non-negotiable. If you accept, you will return to school. I don't think that I'm asking you for too much. You can go for anything. Get a damn degree or certification in.. I don't know, nursing or anything, something. At least three classes for the first semester."
Ash let out a heavy sigh. His leg was shaking uncontrollably as he whined and adjusted himself. "I.."
The man stood, "You said you had family. If you finish a degree or get certified, you have a better chance at getting a good stable high paying job so you can support them and get insurance for them. You'd be able to take care of your family without my help. You have a resume with at least ten pages of recommendations. That's a start." A finger hooked under Ash's chin and forced him to look at their owner. "Do you accept my offer? Three hundred weekly, three classes a semester and no stress from working all the time."
He thought about Shiloh, about finally moving the three of them from that damn house. "Yes."
He was let go, "You have children?" Paul leaned against his desk as he looked at Ash.
"Just one. I live with my mother and my daughter."
"How old is your daughter?"
"Eight months." Ash couldn't help but smile. "She'll be walking soon. I just want her to have a good life. She and my mother are all I have."
Paul was silent as he nodded. "Go home. I'll call you when I've sent someone for you." Ash wasn't able to get out a simple thank you when Paul ushered him out of the door.
"You're home early!" Delia was sitting on the floor with Shiloh who was crying like Amma had beat her with a stick, her tiny socked foot in the air.
"Well, I found something, it's odd hours.. on call type stuff.. but good money." He sat down next to her and held Shy's hand, "What's wrong baby?"
The sock was pulled off, "She doesn't like the seams of the socks I made her, she prefers to be barefoot and get her feet's dirty!" The foot was dropped as Shy recovered from the torture that Amma had put her through. Ash immediately picked her up and hugged her. "That's great though honey! Remember, if you need me too, I can work."
"No mom. We'll be fine." Ash kissed a red, sniffly baby over and over. "It's okay honey, Amma's done. You're fine." Shy pulled in a few heavy breaths, cuddling up to daddy while Ash and Delia looked at each other and tried to not laugh.
The day went slow until sometime around dinner time, Ash noticed that his phone had buzzed. When he read the text, he was surprised to see that he was being summoned by Paul so quickly. And then he saw that the text had been sent a half hour ago, which caused him to hurry upstairs, pull his shoes back on and kiss his mother and baby girl goodbye before running for the bus stop where a car was waiting for him.
He stopped to catch his breath outside of the car before he climbed in, draping himself across the backseat.
"Have you eaten?" Ash hadn't gotten much of a chance to take in the large house he'd been chauffeured to when he was quickly wisked through the front door and into what must have been the living room.
"No..." Ash turned back from where he was sitting on the couch to see Paul leaning against the frame of the door, still in his work clothes. "Have you?"
"No. Not yet." He stared at Ash, making him feel self conscious as he was once again, under dressed in his ripped jeans and worn out high tops. "Come with me, there's something I need you to do." He turned and left down the hall.
Ash got up and hurried after him, afraid he'd get lost in the big house. He quietly followed Paul into his office, the computer turned on. "Sit." He was directed to the big chair behind the desk while Paul took a seat next to it. Ash blushed as he shimmied past the man's legs, aware of the eyes that seemed to burn into him.
He looked at the page, and without even thinking, let out a long whine. It was the official Kanto application website that every aspiring college student needed to fill out to apply to their school of choice. "I didn't think you were serious..." Ash didn't even want to think about school, all he wanted to do was work and stay home with his baby. A simple life that didn't involve sleepless nights and deadlines, Shiloh was easier than college.
"I'm completely serious. The semester doesn't start for three months but I don't want you to forget about it. Eventually, I'd like to even attend your graduation." Paul shifted in his seat as he locked eyes with Ash. "This was apart of our deal. You said you would comply, the local community college is a starting point, then if you want to transfer to a university, I'll help you do that. Fill out the application and apply, then we can start on dinner."
Ash fought back actual tears as he turned back to the computer and began the process of opening an account. With eyes on him the whole time, Ash had the application to the community college finished within the hour. He turned back to Paul in defeat, who only nodded, pleased, and got up to leave the room. "Make yourself at home on the couch while I start on dinner."
He headed back to the living room, leaving his shoes near the front door and turned on the tv, which looked nearly unused. He chose a random cartoon that Shy liked to watch and got comfy on the couch. A half hour later, Ash was summoned to the dining room where he was presented with a very delicious looking piece of fish and and a two very green looking sides and a salad. Mouth watering, Ash could barely help himself as he began eating, across from him he even saw Paul crack a small smile.
Despite how little Ash was served, he felt himself very full once he had finished which had been about ten minutes after he'd sat down. He looked across the table where Paul was barely halfway done and blushed in slight embarrassment. "It was delicious... thank you."
"You're welcome. I can't say I've ever seen anyone eat my food that fast, I didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or not." For a second Ash found himself leaning forwards and smiling like an idiot. He caught himself and sat back in his seat, unsure what to do with Paul still eating. "Tell me more about yourself."
Ash blinked, that question was one of the worst questions on the planet. In fact, in the entire universe. "Me? I mean.. I'm not very interesting... just.. a guy.. with a baby... that's my whole personality. Oh! I'm twenty one." Ash shrugged once he was done thinking. But he was telling the truth. Ever since the day he'd found out that Shiloh was on the way, his whole life was centered around her and her mother. He'd worked endlessly for Cilan and his brothers so he could be able to get good insurance and make sure that Shy and her mother were healthy. And even though it had hurt a lot when she'd left and not looked back... everything was okay, because Ash had his baby girl.
Ash blinked his way back into the room. "I'm sorry... what about you?"
Paul finished chewing, swallowed and sat back. "Well. I'm twenty three and I'm from Sinnoh. I graduated early twice, and now here we are."
"That's not much..."
"You didn't say much either. But you tell me what you want me to know in your own time. Then I'll tell you more." Paul set his fork down on his empty plate. Ash just stared at him, looking him over and watching as Paul bowed his head and began to speak slowly in a language that he couldn't understand. After two minutes Paul stopped, stood and took his and Ash's plates and carried them off into the kitchen.
Their night together had moved onto with Ash being led up to Paul's room. He was kneeling in front of the man, who'd sat himself down at the edge of the bed. Before last night, Ash hadn't touched another man, but now he had two handfuls of Paul. Ash gently lapped at the head as he looked up at Paul curiously, gauging his reactions. Paul, content with watching, only sat back and let Ash do what he wanted.
A bit more bold, he took more into his mouth and began to rub the parts he couldn't quite get just yet. He wasn't quite sure what to expect it to taste like, he'd never even let his ex do that to him. Ash honestly didn't think it was necessary, he'd only cared about how she felt, and she always loved what he'd done to her so it was never a problem for them. Paul tasted similar to Ash licking his own palm, like skin, which wasn't very interesting.
There was a little bit of a natural musk but Ash didn't think it was bad, in fact he thought it was nice. However, it didn't stop him from gagging and pulling off, slightly disgusted with the act. He looked back up at the wet cock in front of him and gagged again, and he crawled away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't." He put a hand to his chest and just sighed, "It just tastes like nothing. Nothing!" When it was his ex, she had a taste, it was a weird taste but Ash had liked it. He'd loved watching her arch her back, loved feeling her hands in his hair. As much as porn and his stupid virgin fantasies had lied to him, he wished that Paul tasted like something other than skin. Like everyone had said men tasted like. He looked up at Paul with watery eyes from his gagging and to his surprise Paul didn't look mad or anything.
"Well I don't expect you to be an expert on your first try, but you were doing well. We can always try later." He sat up and reached a hand out to Ash, Ash gently took his hand and was pulled towards and into the man's lap. Hands were gently placed on his hips as Paul guided him into a long kiss.
Later that night, he was once against wrapped up under Paul, kept warm by the blanket and the body he was pressed against. The room was dark, too dark to see anything in front of him, he turned himself around and shimmied closer to Paul in bed. Arms wrapped themselves around him in just the way he wanted, the fading smell of Paul's cologne lulling him to sleep.
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