Rocket Men

No matter how much stuffing he used, his bras never fit quite right. Either he seemed too busty and off kilter, or he was too small and his dress wouldn't fit. This particular evening, James wanted to look entrancing. The Team Rocket Halloween Party only came around once a year and it was the perfect excuse for James to dress up any way he wanted; no one had to know the party was his secret passion for being able to go drag and not feel too much unlike a real man. Jessie teased him enough when they would go undercover. There would be no teasing tonight; just 'oohs' and 'ahhs';at least, there would be, if James could get his bra to cooperate.

The cute little growlithe clock on his bedside table started to bark cheerily, signaling the new hour. James glared at his clock, pursing his lips. Grabbing a few more tissues from a travel pack of Kleenex, he stuffed his lacy bra just so much more. He admired himself in the mirror above his desk, smirking at his artificially ample chest.

"You know, you look better without the fake tits." A gravelly voice intoned from the doorway, causing James to jump, immediately crouching into a defensive position. Butch, arrayed in a dark green velvet suit with a very simple yet elegant black satin knee length cape, chuckled at the sight of the partially cross dressed, blue haired, level B Rocket member. As soon as James recognized who had intruded on his primping time he stood, patted the wrinkles out of his full-length petticoat and flipped his hair indignantly.

"What are you doing here, Botch?" James emphasized the hated nickname, glaring out of his peripheral vision. Butch snarled, scowling.

"The name is BUTCH! Why can't you get that, you fucking moron!?" Butch growled. James sniffed, tossing his head.

"Butch is too strong a name for a screw up like you." James shrugged, turning back to his work. He reached inside his suitcase and gently laid out his silky rose top on the bed, brushing it smooth. Turning again to his suitcase, he carefully unfolded his dusky pink charmeuse floor length skirt, laying that next to his top. Feeling eyes on his back, he turned towards the door again, noticing Butch, who had adopted a strange expression. His eyes were wide, but his lips were pursed tight, like he had swallowed a peeled lemon. James raised an eyebrow. "What on earth is the matter with you?"

Butch didn't answer at first. He simply watched as James turned to face him fully, his hands now at his hips. Just now did Butch notice the faintest pale pink blush tinting James' cheeks, and the lightest sheen of what could have been a lip-gloss on his lips. Without thinking, Butch strode forward, placing his hands over James', leaning in close to his face. James blinked widely, his blush deepening.

"What are you do--?!" James started, but was unable to finish as Butch mashed his lips to his. James flushed hotly, trying to pull backwards.

The kiss didn't last too long, and breath was short for both men. James fell back onto his bed, his fingers finding his slick lips in wonder. Butch stepped backwards, licking his own lips, tasting what he thought might be either cherry or raspberry. As the sound of heavy breathing dissipated, James cleared his throat, looking up at Butch.

"...um?" James began, biting his lip. Butch quickly ran his fingers through his green locks, his eyes darting from the floor to James, back to the floor, back at James, and so on. James waited for Butch to answer him in some way, wanting him to say something but hoping for another random kiss. James squeaked when his bedside clock started growling, signaling half an hour had passed. The party would be starting in a few minutes, and though James wouldn't mind being fashionably late, he didn't want to miss having an entrance. When Butch still hadn't said a word, James shook his head, standing, albeit a little wobbly. That kiss had taken him off guard and he felt giggly and stupid trying to dress in front of his rival.

"James...?" Butch finally managed to get out, though quietly. James looked at Butch expectantly, his silk top held loosely in one hand. Butch walked forward again. James prepared himself for another attack, but the green haired level A just stood there, scowling.

"...Butch?" James answered, dropping his top. Glancing at his clock, he noticed the party start time had passed. If he hurried, he still might make a good enough entrance; thing was, he wasn't sure the party was all that important anymore.

Butch stood there, absently cracking his finger knuckles, biting his lip. He glanced up at James, his breath catching.

"That...was shit, wasn't it?" Butch asked. James tilted his head.

"What? The kiss? It was a surprise, still wondering why you did it, but it wasn't all that bad; if you'd used a little tongue, it could have been better." James nodded, sitting back on his bed, crossing his legs. Butch blinked.

"Tongue?" Butch asked flatly. James nodded again, crossing his arms.

"Oh, yes, tongue is a must for a proper kiss. Anything more chaste is just kind of boring, you know?" James said a little too casually for Butch. The green haired Rocket shook his head, disbelieving. James smirked up at him. "What?"

Butch didn't answer him verbally, he simply slunk to his knees in front of the blue haired man and, dragging him down to him by his shoulders, kissed him forcibly, shoving his tongue into his mouth. James moaned happily, wrapping his arms around Butch's neck, snaking his tongue alongside the other man's.

Moving one hand away, James untied the cord to Butch's cape, letting the smooth garment slip to the floor. Butch shrugged out of his soft coat, letting that join his cape. With a flick of his wrist, he undid James' lacy bra, chuckling a little as the wads of tissue paper fell to the bed. Butch slid his hand up James' flat chest, his fingers circling around his neck before sliding back down past his chest to rest in his lap.

"This damn skirt is in the way," Butch grumbled, roughly groping James through his petticoat. James gasped, fumbling a little when he slipped the bra off his arms, blushing furiously.

"It isn't a skirt, it's a petticoat, it goes under a skirt," James muttered, lifting his hips. Butch rolled his eyes, quickly tearing the delicate undergarment from James.

"Fruit," Butch growled, pushing James back onto the bed, straddling his thighs. James arched up against Butch, loving the feel of the rich velvet against his bare skin. "How much can you take, ya little blueberry?" Butch smirked, pushing James' legs apart, wrapping the blue haired man's thighs around his waist.

James grabbed Butch's shoulders, lifting himself to rub against the other's crotch, moaning as he felt the bulge there pulse in need. He tossed his head, his blue hair flying like a silken flag, offering his soft neck. Butch licked up James' jaw, kissing his lips brutally, hastily unbuttoning his soft trousers. James heaved an impatient sigh, letting himself fall back to the bed, unhooking his legs and helping Butch jerk down his pants.

"Can't wait, eh?" Butch grinned. James stuck his tongue out, which Butch immediately grabbed hold of with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. James' breath caught at that.

Finally unclothed completely, Butch pushed down onto James, his erection pushing against James'. James wrapped his legs around Butch's waist again, urging the green haired Rocket forward. Butch shook his head, eliciting a growl from James.

"What?" James asked, annoyed. Butch shoved the tip of his index finger up to his second knuckle into James roughly. James almost screamed, but clenched his teeth hard instead. His eyes were teary when he glared up at Butch.

"This is going to hurt a fuck lot more than that without lube, sweetheart," Butch rasped. James, though finding it hard to breath after that shock, nodded. Butch slowly removed his finger, looking around the room. Smirking, his eyes laid upon a bottle of hair gel. "This'll do." He said, jumping from the bed to the desk James had been using as a vanity table. He popped the top off the bottle, immediately squeezing a glob onto his fingers, trying to warm it a little before he lowered his hand back to James' entrance.

Aggravatingly slow, Butch slid one finger inside James, up to his second knuckle. James wriggled a bit, way past his discomfort now, near begging Butch to keep going. Butch bit his lip, hard, fully intending on going as slow as he could. He wanted to hear James plead. Smirking at James' obvious frustration, he slipped his finger out a little, pushing in even slower two fingers now.

"God damnit, Butch, if you don't fucking hurry, I am going to--ah!" James stopped ranting when Butch shoved three fingers deeply into him. Butch grinned darkly, tilting his head.

"What would you do, huh, James? Beg? Nah, didn't sound like that to me. Maybe you'd hump my fingers?" Butch teased as he pumped his fingers in and out of James. James threw his head back, gasping. His cock was practically weeping now, silently begging in place of the proud Team Rocket member.

"Nngh, hell, Butch," James gasped, his fingernails digging into Butch's skin. Butch groaned at the slight pain, pulling his fingers out of James, using the remaining lube to coat himself, finding himself too close to his own release from all his teasing. Shaking his head, a little annoyed at himself for not being able to hold on longer, he took barely half a second of positioning himself before plunging in. James gasped loudly, crying out at suddenly being filled completely.

Butch's eyes widened at the tight heat that surrounded him and it was all he could do to keep from coming right then. James, apparently not as close as Butch was, moved against the green haired man, his fingers clawing down Butch's back. Butch grunted noisily, biting James' shoulder, coming hard. James clenched around Butch's pulsating cock, riding out his own rushed orgasm.

Barely a breath later, happy simulated barking grabbed both sweating men's attention. James arched back, looking at his growlithe clock upside down. The party was almost over already. Sighing, James relaxed, laying flat again, grinning up at Butch.

"We missed the party," James stated. Butch rolled his eyes, shrugging.

"I think ours was better."

The End