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The Disguise	By : LadyMango Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Disguise
- 1
Team Rocket were hiding behind some shrubbery, peering over the top of the leaves to get a better look at one of their enemies. There, in a little clearing before them, was Brock. He was sat in front of a big pot, stirring the contents. His friends were nowhere in sight.
The smell from the pot had drifted through the trees and found the noses of the hungry villains. This time they were more interested in stealing the food than anything else. If they managed to swipe some pokemon in the process, that was just a bonus.
Meowth licked his lips. “Let’s steal dat stew before da rest of the twerps get back,” the scratch cat whispered to the others. “Three against one.”
James winced, “but the last time we battled one of the twerps alone, they still managed to beat us. He won’t let us take the food without a pokemon battle.”
“Don’t be so negative, James,” Jessie chided.
“He has a point,” Meowth muttered, earning a glare from Jessie. “Maybe one of us could distract him while da others steal da grub?”
“That’s a great idea,” James said happily, “but how can we distract him?”
“His biggest weakness is the ladies…” Jessie said thoughtfully.
“Perfect,” Meowth whispered. “You can put on a disguise and go out dere and charm him. While he’s fawning over ya, me and Jimmy will sneak-”
“I’m too much of a lady to do something so degrading!” Jessie complained. “James will do it.”
“Me?” James said, pointing to himself. “But-”
“Don’t argue, James. I’m hungry. Now go put on a dress.”
James glanced over at Brock who was sipping some of the stew from a spoon, then he looked back at Jessie. He looked nervous.
“But he’s never flirted with me before while I’ve been disguised as a lady…” James said worriedly, he knew that for this plan to work he would have to be able to get Brock’s full, undivided attention.
Jessie smirked evilly. “I’ll do your make-up, clothes and hair. When I’m finished, no man alive would be able to resist you.”
James grinned.
“Lets get ya dressed up fast!” Meowth said, “before we run outta time.”
~ ~ ~
Brock gave the food a quick stir then sat back down on some nearby rocks. He hoped his friends would not be gone for much longer, the food would be ready soon but that wasn’t the only reason why he hoped they’d be back quickly. They had gone to the nearest pokecentre and taken most of his pokemon with them so now he only had one pokeball in the rucksack that he was wearing on his back. He’d feel a lot safer once they returned.
He heard something rustle in the trees and looked up anxiously. Was it a wild pokemon? He still had Onix with him if he got into a scrape. He took off his rucksack and was about to get the pokeball out when he heard a ladies voice.
“Anyone there? Please, can’t someone help me? I’m lost and I’m all alone.” James cried woefully, putting on his best feminine voice.
“Hello?” Brock shouted, standing up eagerly. A damsel-in-distress, this was perfect! He could be the hero and he might even get a date out of it. He turned towards where the voice had come from, which also meant he was turning his back on the food.
James stepped out of the trees. On his head was a blonde, curly wig with long ringlets that bounced as he walked. James was wearing a little black dress, the sleeveless top was tight around his middle, emphasizing his thin frame and flat stomach. Around his chest the dress erupted into lots of pleating and ruffles so that he didn’t look quite so flat-chested. It pinched in tightly at the waist, and then the mid-thigh-length skirt flared out, a layer of netting underneath giving it extra fullness. All, in all, the dress made him look a lot curvier than he really was and James’ slender legs were bare, smooth and completely hairless, for he always shaved in case he was going to disguise himself as a woman.
Jessie had done a wonderful job with his makeup and James had been delighted when he had looked in the mirror. He looked so classy and elegant. When he did his own make up he tended to go a bit over the top, bright and garish, but Jessie had got it just right. He would have to make sure to get some tips from her - and steal her makeup kit when she wasn’t looking.
Brock stared as what he believed to be a woman walked nervously toward him in black high-heeled shoes. He thought that she was incredibly pretty and elegant but his main thought was that she was extremely overdressed for wandering around in a forest.
“What is a beautiful woman such as yourself doing alone out here?” he asked.
James had to stifle his trademark giggle when Brock called him beautiful. He smiled, pleased that their plan was working, but he was also enjoying the attention. Men did not flirt with him very often. “I seem to have become hopelessly lost on my way home from the opera,” James said in a harrowing voice. He put his hand to his face pitifully.
“Don’t worry!” Brock said valiantly. “I won’t allow any harm to befall you!”
James smiled at him coyly. “You are too kind.”
“Not at all. And please, call me Brock, my dear. What is your name?”
“Jamie,” he said, playing with his long locks of hair flirtatiously. He peered over Brocks shoulder and saw Jessie and Meowth tip-toeing towards the pot.
Oblivious to the deception, Brock smiled at his new friend. “A lovely name for a lovely lady.”
“Oh Brock, you are too sweet, I am so lucky to have met you.”
Brock positively beamed. For once, flirting seemed to be paying off for him and he was beginning to believe that he might be in with a chance with this one. It helped that he didn’t have one of his friends dragging him away by the ear. “I’m the lucky one to have met such a delightful woman. I will escort you home, but first, please do join me for a meal of my delicious homemade stew.
Brock started to turn around. Behind him, Jessie and Meowth froze like two deerlings caught in head lights. James panicked for a moment and lunged forward taking hold of Brocks hands and pulling him back so that Brock had his back to the thieves again.
“I’m not hungry,” James said quickly. Brock was looking down at his hands, clasped in James’ and then looked up into the cross-dressers face with a questioning look. James felt that he aught to explain the hand holding. “I… I feel such a connection to you…”
A dreamy look appeared on Brock’s blushing face as he squeezed James’ hands lovingly. “You… you feel it too?”
James could feel his own cheeks blushing. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing, he could feel himself getting flustered. Brock was stood really close to him and James could see how the boy had matured into a man during the few years that Team Rocket had been following him. He’d been fifteen the first time they had met and it was only now that James got a good look at him that he noticed the subtle changes that had occurred over time. He had grown to become really quite handsome. James averted his eyes, instead watching Jessie and Meowth struggling to carry the pot away between them. He looked back to Brock and answered the question with the truth. “Yes, I truly do.”
Brock suddenly lunged forward, lips puckering. James let out a panicked gasp and let go of Brock’s hands. He didn’t know what to do, part of him wanted to let Brock kiss him but another part said that it was too dangerous, that Brock would realise who he was somehow and be really angry. Also, James could see Jessie and Meowth still carrying the pot and he was embarrassed that they would see and tease him relentlessly about kissing one of the twerps.
“Brock! Y… you’re going too fast. I’m a lady, I need to be wooed.”
“Then I shall woo you, Jamie! I’ll do anything and everything to prove to you that my love is true. You are-”
Jessie and Meowth dropped the pot with a loud clang. They managed to right it with minimum spillage but the noise when it landed made Brock jump. “What was that?”
James knew that he had to do something to distract Brock – and quick, before he turned around to see what the commotion was. James knew that once Brock saw Jessie and Meowth, their plan would be rumbled and he’d be sent away with an empty stomach and no doubt a punch to the face for his deceit. He saw Jessie mouth the words, ‘do something,’ with a desperate look on her face and suddenly, James didn’t care what the consequences were, he was going to save the day for his team mates and he was going to get his man! He grabbed Brock’s face roughly and crushed their lips together.
Brock’s eyes widened - which was quite a feat for him - but he soon relaxed, enjoying himself so much that he quickly forgot all about that strange commotion that he had heard as he deepened the kiss. James felt a shudder run through him as Brock grabbed hold of his waist and pulled him close.
This was wrong. This was really wrong. Brock was going to figure out that he was a guy. Brock would discover that he was wearing a wig or that he didn’t have any boobs and realise exactly who he was. Not just that, but James knew he was tricking Brock in a very cruel and shameful way, how would the poor boy feel if he knew who he was really kissing? Guilt started to build and he felt sorry for humiliating him like this. Maybe he should let him go and try to distract him another way?
Brock started to fondle James’ ass through his skirt and James let out a little whimper. No, this was a good way to distract Brock. A very good way. Besides, thought James, I’m in Team Rocket, I’m a bad guy, this is the sort of sneakiness that was expected of him. Well, okay, so this wasn’t exactly the kind of dastardly scheme Team Rocket generally expected from their employees and he supposed dressing in drag and making out with another guy under false pretences was not the sort of thing that Team Rocket went for as such, but it was close enough. Maybe he’d even steal a pokeball or two if he got the chance. Anyway, why shouldn’t he get what he wanted for a change?
Brock squeezed James’ ass even tighter, pressing their bodies tightly together and suddenly James was terrified that Brock would feel his growing erection. He hoped desperately that the folds of his skirt would cover up the bulge of his arousal.
Whether by accident or design, Brock’s hand slipped under James’ short, flared skirt and his fingers rubbed against an ass-cheek, feeling the soft lace of women’s panties. Whilst being touched so intimately filled James with a lusty excitement he was also scared that too much exploring around that area would reveal his inherent maleness.
James broke the kiss and reached down and pulled Brock’s hand away with a disapproving sound, pretending that he didn’t approve of Brock’s presumptuousness.
“Sorry,” Brock muttered, worried that he had been disrespectful. He was finding this woman difficult to read. One second she refused a kiss, the next she pounced on him, but he really didn’t want to offend her.
“I… I’m just shy, we should take things slow,” James said nervously, trying to explain his behaviour and hoping that this information might stop Brock from groping him in places that James knew the boy would instantly regret.
“I understand. I really like you Jamie.” Brock said. He reached up and caressed James’ face, making the villain smile sweetly.
“Your skin is really soft.” Brock told the other man, stroking his cheek and playing with the blonde ringlets that framed his face, Brock swept them back from James’ forehead.
James started to feel uncomfortable again, scared that Brock would uncover the blue hair under his wig. As normally as he could and trying not to seem suspicious, he pulled Brocks hand away from his face, interlacing their fingers and pretending that he just wanted to hold his new friend’s hand.
But the damage had already been done, Brock’s attention around the wig had dislodged the single strand of James' hair that usually hung between his eyes and it drifted back into it’s usual place. Brock stared at it in complete disbelief then grabbed at James’ wig, ripping it from his head and making James squeal in surprise.
With a loud sound of angry horror Brock shoved the villain away from him, making James stagger and almost trip over his own feet before he caught his balance. Turning wide, startled eyes on the furious boy in front of him, James was left momentarily speechless.
Brock looked into those green eyes and wondered why it had taken him so long to discover the truth, he should have been able to recognise the distinctive emerald colour and have known it was James’ iris’s gazing back at him when they had been kissing. He wasn’t normally tricked when he saw James in drag, he could usually sense that something was not right and Brock could not believe that he had been so easily deceived.
“James! What the hell are you doing?!”
“I… I’m sorry…” James stuttered. He glanced around fearfully for any sign of his friends but Jessie, Meowth and the pot were nowhere in sight and he knew that they must have gone back to the Meowth balloon to wait for him. He was glad that they had managed to escape with the stew but now he felt very alone and nervous.
Looking back toward the camp Brock noticed that the pot was missing. He spun back to glare at James with a venomous look on his face. “The food?! This charade was all so that you could steal our food?!”
James cowered under the onslaught of Brock’s fury. His mouth opened and closed silently a few times and then words suddenly tumbled out. “We’ve not had anything to eat all day because we can’t afford any food! I’m sorry, we were just so hungry and it smelt so good...”
James couldn’t believe that these pathetic excuses were pouring from him. He was a villain, he should be laughing manically and mocking the twerp for being so easily fooled but Brock was angry enough already and James felt a little overwhelmed by his anger and didn’t want to aggravate him any further.
A look of concern crossed Brock’s face for a moment when he realised James’ plight but then his eyes hardened. “So you decided to steal ours?! If you didn’t waste all your money on schemes to try to steal our pokemon then you wouldn’t have this problem-”
Brock looked nervous suddenly. Now that he thought about it, if James had wanted to root around in his rucksack for a pokemon to steal then he’d have had the perfect chance while they had been making out. What if he had stolen Onix?! It was just the sort of thing that James would do!
He started to pull his rucksack off his back to make sure his pokeball was still where he had left it when suddenly James darted away into the trees.
“Hey!” Brock shouted after him. He was suddenly convinced that James was running because he was guilty of something other than helping to steal the food. Maybe he really had stolen Onix! Filled with equal amounts of anger and panic, Brock chased after the other man. There was nothing of any value left at the campsite, Jessie and Meowth could sneak back if they wanted to but it would be to no avail.
Brock knew that if James were to set any of his pokemon on him then he wouldn’t stand a chance - he didn’t have any pokemon to defend himself with right now apart from Onix which he believed James had stolen - but that was a risk he’d just have to take in order to take back what was his. He was utterly convinced that James had Onix now and he would not let his pokemon be stolen by Team Rocket.
James’ mouth hung open as he ran, breathing heavily as he crashed wildly through the forest. There had been no room in his dress to store his pokeballs so he didn’t have any pokemon with him to fend off Brock if he caught up with him. Tears were forming in the corners of James’ eyes - he was scared of what Brock was going to do when he caught up with him, he sounded really pissed off and James couldn’t blame him. But James was also upset because he felt confused by his own emotions, he’d been enjoying flirting with Brock and he’d adored being kissed by him. And now it hurt really bad to know that Brock had rejected him and that he despised him so much.
Brock was terrified that James would outrun him and he’d loose his trail but he needn’t have worried. Although James was taller and had longer legs, he was also wearing high heeled shoes and could not run at his top speed especially when picking his way through the forest floor. Brock easily managed to stay on his tail and even managed to close the gap between them but James was still a good few yards ahead of him.
A loud wail filled the air as one of James’ high-heeled shoe landed on the ground awkwardly and he twisted his ankle, instantly loosing his balance and dropping inelegantly to the ground. He tried to get up again but Brock caught up with him, shoved him onto his back and pinned him to the ground.
“If you stole one of my pokemon I swear I’ll-” Brock left the rest the threat open to interpretation as he rooted about in his rucksack to check if his pokeball was still there but he was almost knocked over as James tried to kick him off.
Thinking about what Brock had said made James mentally scold himself, he should have tried to steal his pokemon while he had Brock distracted but he’d been so completely distracted himself. As a member of Team Rocket he should be ashamed.
“I haven’t! Let me go!” James shouted angrily. He felt humiliated, he hated having someone yelling at him – especially when they were younger than himself and an enemy – it always made him feel pathetic and Brock had truly knocked his confidence. He wanted to get as far away from him as he could and go and eat some of that delicious and comforting stew! James tried to wriggle out of Brock’s grasp.
“Then keep still and let me check!” Brock shouted irritably, trying to restrain James so that he couldn’t escape whilst also trying to root about in his bag at the same time. Brock was grateful when James suddenly went still, the fight seeming to drain away from him. Brock finally managed to have a proper look in his Rucksack and was relieved to find that his pokeball was still there, safe and sound.
But James had not just stilled because Brock had ordered him too, it was also for another important reason. While he’d been trying to push Brock off of him he’d noticed the bulge in the other man’s trousers. Brock was still hard. James stared at it as though hypnotised and felt his cheeks redden again. He shivered as the need he’d felt while kissing Brock came flooding back.
Now that James thought about it, Brock hadn’t expressed any disgust at having kissed another man, he’d mostly just been angry at being tricked and stolen from. James stared up at Brock, feeling his own erection growing harder. He let out a whimper which might have given away how he was feeling if Brock wasn’t so used to James making an array of little noises and whines at every available opportunity over the past few years. He barely noticed the quiet sound, he was so overcome with relief at finding Onix.
“I’ve found it. You’re lucky-”
“I told you I didn’t take any of your pokemon,” James mumbled.
“You are in Team Rocket after all. You can’t be surprised that I would expect you to try such a thing,” Brock said as he started to get up. Onix was safe and the stew was a lost cause, so he might as well just let James go. But as he tried to get up he was surprised when James suddenly tried to drag him back down and kiss him again. Brock managed to disentangle himself from the other man’s limbs and reel backward away from him. He found himself sat at the base of a tree with his legs out in front of him. James just stayed where Brock had left him, laying on the ground.
“Stop that! What’s wrong with you?!” Brock seethed. He looked at James, sprawled out on his back with his knees pulled up slightly, his feet flat on the ground and spread apart. James’ dress has twisted upward and was now so short that, in James’ current position his thighs and the curve of his ass were on show. From where Brock was sat he had a perfect view, he could even see a hint of black lace panties. He quickly averted his eyes, catching a smirk on James’ face as he did so. Brock turned his face to the side and closed his eyes tightly. “Go away already!”
“Brock, it’s okay to want me-”
“No I don’t! You’re in Team Rocket!”
“So what if I’m in Team Rocket? Don’t you want to be bad for once?” James asked teasingly.
Brock scoffed. “Not with the likes of you-” He opened his eyes when he heard James moving and saw that he was crawling over to him. He tried to kick him away but James just gave him a knowing smile and then reached out and cupped Brock’s crotch, squeezing the tell-tale hardness. Brock tensed, his face going bright red as he froze to the spot.
His arousal had never vanished since he had first seen the person that he had believed to be called Jamie. Brock thought that even without the wig, James still looked quite pretty and feminine. He was showing so much pale, smooth skin that Brock’s teenage, hormone driven body couldn’t help but react.
Brock was very much into girls, particularly Nurse Joys and Officer Jennys but he did occasionally find himself attracted to guys too although he was shy about it and kept it a secret from his friends. It wasn’t so much the fact that James was a man that unnerved him, it was the fact that James was a villain who constantly tried to attack and steal from him and his friends that made him want to resist James’ advances.
It didn’t help Brock’s self control that despite the way he constantly flirted and tried to seduce women he was very rarely able to win them over, in fact, he was still a virgin – not that he would admit this to anyone. He was not used to anyone flirting back with him, especially the way James was doing right now.
“You can do anything to me that you could do to a woman,” James said in his best female voice. Brock seemed to have frozen in shock at what was happening and James took the opportunity to start undoing Brock’s trousers and belt. Brock snapped back to reality and clumsily tried to push James’ hands away but the second James took hold of his cock all the fight seemed to leave him. He gasped and shivered, lowering his head in confusion and shame. Brock had never been touched in this way by anyone before except himself and the way James was stroking and pumping him felt so good.
James could see the internal fight playing out on Brock’s face and he was well aware that if Brock really wanted to make him stop then just a well placed punch to the face would send him reeling. James knew he was going to have to be very careful to make sure that Brock did not change his mind about what they were doing. He wanted to kiss him but he was scared that might be the final straw and make Brock snap and turn on him.
“I… I shouldn’t let you do this, you’re one of the bad guys…” Brock whispered, more to himself then to the blue-haired man. He knew he should force James to stop but he just couldn’t bring himself to end this.
“Mmm. I am a very bad girl indeed, I need to be punished.”
“Stop it,” Brock hissed, feeling his blush go a shade darker.
Touching and teasing Brock’s flesh was really turning James on. He smiled to himself as his eyes swept over the hard, long member, James suddenly dipped his head and heard Brock let out a shocked sound and a whimper as his tongue teased the head of Brock’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum and smelling the musky scent of his dick. James continued stroking him with his hands as he pulled the tip into his mouth and let out a blissful whimper, but it quickly turned into a sound of distress when he felt Brock’s fingers grab at his hair, pulling at the roots and forcing James to raise his head to stop the pain.
“Brock, please…” James begged, “just relax and enjoy it. You don’t have to do anything, just let me take care of you…”
“If… if you tell anyone about this-”
“I won’t!” James lowered his head again, ignoring how the movement pulled at his hair. He sucked on Brock’s cock, making the boy let out a moan and, as James had hoped, relax his hold on his hair.
As James’ head bobbed up and down in the other man’s lap he braced one hand against Brock’s thigh and pushed his other hand up under his skirt. He moaned around the cock in his mouth as he pulled his own aching dick out of his lace underwear and started to masturbate.
He’d meant it when he’d said that he didn’t expect Brock to do anything in return, it was enough for James right now to just be allowed to touch, lick and suck at Brock’s cock. He didn’t think Brock would want to return the favour, it was difficult enough just getting him to reluctantly agree to this. He was worried that Brock might recoil with disgust when faced with another man’s erection, James couldn’t really be sure how okay Brock was with him being a man, he wasn’t sure how much of Brock’s compliance was caused by the fantasy of being sucked by Jamie. In fact, he could be fantasising about any woman in that head of his.
Brock’s mouth was open, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at the blue head of hair that was bobbing up and down in his lap. James looked so sexy down on his knees like that, bending over Brock’s crotch with his ass up in the air. He could see James’ hips thrusting slightly and knew exactly what James was doing to himself.
Hesitantly, he reached out a hand and ran his fingers over James’ bare back, catching his fingers on the thin black straps over his shoulders before reaching down across his arched back to rub an ass cheek with a circular motion, crinkling the black material of his dress.
Egged on by the little noises James made in the back of his throat he pushed his hand under the hem and lifted the dress up to reveal lace panties covering James’ small, round bottom. He ran his hands across the black lace then pushed his hand under the panties to squeeze and grope the soft skin. He ran a finger along the valley between his ass cheeks, feeling the tight pucker of his hole and making James whimper as he rubbed his index finger against it. Brock pulled his hand away and spat onto his fingers before continuing to tease the opening, rubbing circles but not penetrating him. He wasn’t sure if James really wanted him to push a finger inside.
James had raised his head slightly, his cheek resting against Brock’s cock. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open, panting. “Ahh! That’s it, push it in,” James begged, forgetting himself and using his own voice. He was relieved that Brock didn’t seem to be put off hearing the voice of his enemy.
James parted his legs some more, feeling the ground scratch against his bare knees. Holding his weight on his arms, both his hands were now pressed either side of Brock’s legs. His arousal hung big and full between his legs, pre-cum dripping onto the other man’s trousers as Brock pushed a moist finger inside of his ass. James cried out, shivering slightly, he pressed his tongue against the cock in front of him, forcing it into his mouth again as a finger wriggled and rubbed against his insides.
Although James had touched himself like this many times with his own fingers or toys, he’d never had another person penetrate him in any way before, no matter how much he had wanted it he’d never found another man that desired him.
A second finger joined the first, stretching him and making James cry out. Brock’s free hand was squeezing an ass cheek as he pushed his two fingers in and out of James’ body, making him squirm and moan.
Brock’s actions were clearly having negative side-effects on James’ ability to give head, he’d had a good rhythm going, sucking Brock’s flesh so eagerly, but despite James’ best efforts he’d become sloppy and distracted, having to let go of the hard member as he degenerated into moans and whimpers, bucking back against the fingers in his ass. Brock smiled to himself, enjoying how he had made James loose all his self-restraint and the last of his composure. For once, Brock felt in control of the situation.
“This is your punishment for being such a bad boy, James,” he whispered teasingly.
“Ah! Oh, you know I deserve it. Eee!”
James started to lick and suck at the cock in front of him again, letting his spit coat it generously. Suddenly, he shifted forward across the ground on his knees and climbing up into Brock’s lap, the fingers slipping out of him as he changed position. His panties were still around his thighs, pulling tight against his skin as he straddled the other man.
James could feel the other man’s slick cock pressed against his ass cheek, he shifted, rolling his hips and grinning when Brock moaned and bucked his own hips in reply. Tilting Brock’s face up, James leant down and kissed him, holding his head tightly in his hands. He pulled back slightly, his lips parted as he sucked on his fingers then pushed his hand down between their bodies to rub the wetness against his hole. Taking hold of the other man’s cock, which was slick with pre-cum and James’ spit he guided it to his opening and then lowered his weight down upon it, feeling the tip sink into him. Gritting his teeth against the pain, James tried to relax his body.
“K…Keep still…” James warned before biting his lip and closing his eyes tightly as he slowly pushed his body down a little further. He let out a tiny whimper as the pain inside of him intensified.
It was taking all of Brock’s will power not to push upwards deep into the tight heat that surrounded his cock but he could tell that James was having a difficult time adjusting to him and he didn’t want to inflict any more pain on him so he forced himself to keep still. But it felt so good and Brock couldn’t help but grin at the realisation that he was no longer a virgin.
James’ legs felt shakey and they were aching from supporting his weight. He allowed himself to drop down a little further, to be penetrated a little deeper until Brock was all the way inside of him. James stifled a cry as the discomfort he’d been feeling shifted towards agony yet again and tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
Hearing James panting Brock glanced up but James was hiding his face against the tree trunk that they were leaning against. His hands went to James’ waist, holding him gently.
“Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing the other man’s waist comfortingly.
James just nodded, waiting for the pain to ebb a little before talking. In a quiet voice he said, “Sorry, I’ve not done this before – except… you know… on my own. I’ll be okay in a minute.”
Brock hesitated. “Are… were you a virgin?”
“In every sense,” James admitted, feeling embarrassed.
“…this is my first time too. I’ve never even been with a girl before.” Brock knew he was giving James all kinds of ammunition telling him that, but he was going to have to just trust him – James was giving him an awful lot of trust right now after all.
“R… really?” James asked, genuinely surprised by Brock’s confession. He’d have thought at least some of the girls Brock chased would have succumbed to him. He leant down, wincing as this shifted the angle of the erection that was buried inside of him, then he kissed the other man passionately on the mouth.
Brock’s hands slipped down from James’ waist and pushed up under the black skirt of his dress. He rubbed James’ thighs before reaching across and cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. James gasped and moaned as his erection was stroked back to it’s full hardness.
Slowly James started to move, rising and falling with increasing confidence as the pain dulled and his pleasure grew each time he impaled himself. He whimpered again, but this time in ecstasy.
Holding tightly onto James’ hips, Brock started to buck upwards meeting the other man’s thrusts. Their bodies were pressed against each other, Brock’s t-shirt had ridden up and he could feel the other man’s cock rubbing against his stomach.
James’ hands clung to Brock’s shoulders as he writhed in the other man’s lap. He could feel Brock licking and kissing at his bare neck. James whimpered, throwing his head back as pleasure overcame him and he forced himself down hard, penetrating himself fully on Brock’s cock as his own erection was squashed between their bodies. He cried out desperately as his seed spilt against the other man’s torso, dirtying his t-shirt as well as James’ dress. Gasping for breath, James’ arms were pressed against the trunk of the tree as Brock continued to thrust up into his body.
Brock could feel James shuddering above him, could feel the muscles of his ass tighten around his cock, feel the dampness of James’ cum spreading between their bodies. Frantic, needy noises poured unabashed from James as he was gripped by the aftershocks of orgasm and these sounds spurred Brock on all the more. His thrusts became erratic and desperate, his grip tightening on James’ hips as he felt himself getting closer and closer.
Panting breathlessly, James’s eyes widened and he smiled, feeling it when Brock came deep inside of him. Dissolving into desperate moans, Brock continued pushing up into James’ body as the wave of orgasm gripped him completely.
Eventually Brock’s thrusts slowed until he was still and they just sat together, holding each other tightly. He rested his forehead against James’ chest, which was rising and falling with his deep, slow breaths.
James’ fingers tangled into Brock’s brown spikey hair, and he shifted slightly, trying to make his aching limbs more comfortable as he slumped against the man whose lap he was still astride. They lay there for a moment, exhausted but happy, feeling closer to each other than they’d ever thought possible.
Once James had regained a little of his strength he pushed himself up slowly onto his knees, allowing Brock’s softening cock to slip free. Brock’s hands were rubbing little circles on his back as he sat back down and they grinned at each other before kissing.
Footsteps could be heard in the distance and both men looked at each other with worried looks on their faces. James leapt up, wincing at the pain this caused his abused insides and he quickly pulled his panties back up and his skirt back down. He wiped at the stain of his seed on the front of his outfit then wiped at the seat of his dress, hoping that there was not another matching stain.
Still feeling worn out, Brock did up his trousers and staggered to his feet. He could just make out the sound of voices in the distance and he knew it was Misty and Ash. He hurriedly rearranged his t-shirt, and pulled the edges of his vest together to hide the stain that James had left there when he came.
“Where’s my wig?!” James asked in a panicked wail as he glanced around in the foliage. He got distracted momentarily when he found a rose bush, they were his most favourite flowers and he joyfully smelled one of the red blooms. “Oooh!”
“Your wig is back near the camp,” Brock said, “there’s no time to go get it, they’ll be back at any moment.”
James looked upset. “But it was expensive!” he complained, “And it has the best ringlets!”
“I’ll look after it for you, you’d better get out of here before-”
“Y… you’re trying to get rid of me!” James accused. “Was I just a bit of fun, I thought you liked me!”
“Shh! They’ll hear you! I do like you, despite all the things you’ve done to us, but they don’t,” he said, pointing back to the camp where Misty and Ash were no doubt just arriving, “and neither does Pikachu and his thunder bolts. How do you think they’ll react if they see you here?”
James had a vision of Ash screaming, “It’s Team Rocket!!!” and Pikachu leaping forward and electrocuting him once again.
James went pale then he nodded. “I’d better go.”
“And don’t tell anyone what we did, not even Jessie. No one can find out.”
James glared at him. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“Oddly enough, I don’t want people thinking that I’ve fallen for a pokemon thief that has been terrorising us for the past few years. It wouldn’t reflect well on me. Stop stealing things and maybe I’ll change my mind.”
James gave a half smile. “A Growlithe can’t change it’s stripes and a Liepard can’t change it’s spots.”
“Whatever. Stop trying to steal from me and my friends.”
“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises for Jessie and Meowth.” James warned. He got a dreamy look on his face. “We can be secret boyfriends! So dangerous and exciting!”
Brock nodded with a grin.
A shout from amongst the trees made them jump. “Brock?! Where are you?”
Brock worriedly looked in the direction of the voice. Ash and Misty had reached the camp. “They’ll come looking for me, I’d better go back.”
“Okay.” James rushed forward and grabbed Brock’s face in his hands, kissing him. He gave him a tight hug, reaching around to his rucksack with a sly grin and rooting around inside it sneakily before releasing him. “Let’s do this again,” he said with a wink. “I’ll wear my best dress.”
Brock couldn’t help but smile.
“See you next time,” James said before running off into the trees.
Brock watched him go. “Bye,” he called after him, then turned around and ran back through the trees towards the camp.
When Brock got back, Ash and Misty were both stood around looking worried. Misty saw him first and a look of relief crossed her face. “You’re okay! We were worried.”
“What happened? Where’s the pot and the food?” Ash pleaded, the thought of not getting any dinner filling him with despair.
Brock carried on walking towards them, nonchalantly kicking the blonde wig that had been lying on the grass away under a bush, deciding that he’d put it in his bag later so that he could give it back to James.
Before answering Ash’s question Brock paused for a moment then decided that a white lie was better than big, huge lie. “Team Rocket took it. I tried to chase after them but-“
“What?!” Ash yelled, clenching his fist. “Let’s get after them! Pikachu, we’d better-”
“No, no!” Brock said quickly. “They’re long gone.”
“But-” started ash, already geared up to fight Team Rocket. He deflated slightly.
“Both of you sit down,” Brock said, “and I’ll whip something up quick, I’ve got some bread and cheese we can have.”
“What’s that on your T-shirt, Brock?” Misty asked innocently. Brock looked down, a blush forming on his cheeks. There were dots of James’ seed on his shirt still visible despite him having done up his sleeveless jacket.
“Just… uh, I must have got some of the stew on me…” He rubbed at it, “I’ll change my shirt.”
Turning his back towards the two bewildered children, he dropped his rucksack down onto the ground. He’d have another shirt in there that he could wear. He reached forward to undo the fastening when the breath caught in his throat. Both the clasps were undone. He knew that he’d definitely fastened it properly which meant that someone had to have been going through his bag. He remembered that long lingering hug goodbye with James and he felt like a complete idiot. His hands were shaking slighty, terrified that despite everything that he and James had just done the thief had still stolen one of his pokemon.
Brock pulled the bag open wide and finally exhaled when he saw his pokeball exactly where he had left it, safe and sound. But then something else caught his eye, something a bright and vibrant shade of red. He pulled out one of James’ trademark roses and smiled to himself before gently tucking it away in one of his many pockets so that Ash and Misty would never find it.
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James walked nervously back to the meowth balloon and was relieved to see Jessie and Meowth laying next to it fast asleep with contented looks on their faces and big, empty bowls beside them. Next to them was another bowl with some foil over the top of it to keep it warm. They’d left a spoon beside it too. James licked his lips.
“You took yer time,” Meowth said loudly, “We was starting to worry.”
“So you took a nap?” James said teasingly, a smile on his face.
Jessie grouchily opened her eyes and glared at Meowth, she looked like she was ready to wallop the scratch cat for waking her but then she noticed James and a sly grin caught at the corner of her lip.
“Back already, James? You’re looking quite dishevelled. What was it like kissing that twerp?” she asked as he blushed and climbed into the Meowth balloon to get changed. Jessie and Meowth stayed where they were, Jessie grinning to herself.
James pouted. “I wouldn’t have had to… do that if you hadn’t both dropped the pot. He almost turned around and saw you.”
“Taking one for da Team,” Meowth said, making James wince with embarrassment.
“James, you seemed to enjoy it,” Jessie teased.
James scoffed, his face appearing over the side of the basket of the balloon. “Emphasis on the word, ‘appeared.’ That’s because I am a great actress,” he said dramatically in his female voice.
Jessie laughed. “Sit down and eat that soup, you certainly earned it.”
“Imagine if dat twerp knew who he’d really been locking lips with!” Meowth laughed. “Wait? Did he find out it was you? He didn’t get violent, did he? Jessie’s right, you did look a bit scruffy when you first turned up, you’re dress had damp patches on it and you were walking weird. And look! When you just sat down you winced and-”
“James!” Jessie squealed, wide eyed. “You didn’t? With that bratty kid?”
“What?! No! And Brock is not a bratty kid, he’s in his late teens at the very least!”
Meowth glanced from one to the other, looking confused. “Didn’t what?”
Jessie laughed. “Oh, my word, you actually know his name! I can’t believe you and that twerp… that’s just so scandalous – even for you James!”
“Jessie!”
“Did he think you were a girl the whole time?” she asked, genuinely interested.
James opened and closed his mouth a few times but nothing came out.
Jessie burst into giggles. “Your wig is missing, he knew it was you! Oh, that’s so cute!”
Meowth looked bewildered. “He knew it was you? But why would he want to kiss another man?”
Jessie turned to Meowth, “Sometimes, boys like to kiss other boys. James, especially. And I think they did a lot more than just kiss.”
Meowth was astounded. “What? Dat doesn’t make any sense! Humans are weird. Us Meowth’s don’t have any of dis nonsense.”
Jessie giggled. “Aww, look Meowth, James is blushing. I’m glad you’ve found a man of your own, James, I just wish he wasn’t one of the twerps friends. How can we steal Pikachu if you and Brick - or whatever his name is - are being all gooey eyed over each other?”
Meowth looked thoughtful. “It might distract the rest of the brats if they caught James and dat twerp going at it like rabbit types.”
“Meowth, don’t be vulgar!” James shouted. He went quiet suddenly, “also, Brock doesn’t want the other twerps to know so please keep it on the low.”
“We can blackmail him!” Jessie said excitedly.
“Good boyfriends don’t blackmail each other!” James shouted furiously. “Stop your scheming, the pair of you!”
Jessie sighed moodily, “Well I don’t want to put up with you whining and being all miserable - and blaming it all on us - so I guess we can keep it quiet and keep the blackmail to a minimum.”
Meowth sighed with disappointment. “I suppose I can keep my meowth shut if I have too.”
“Greatly appreciated,” James said with relief.
Removing the foil from atop the stew, he smiled at the delicious smell that drifted up and then eagerly picked up his spoon and started eating. He stopped between gulps of the stew to sigh happily. “Ooh! He is a wonderful cook!”
“You should make him cook lots of tasty food for us!” Jessie insisted cheerfully.
Meowth nodded in agreement. James and Brock seeing each other would not be such a bad idea if there was the chance of getting lots of delicious food out of it.
James paused with the spoon half way to his lips. “We should give him his pot back then, or how is he supposed to cook anything at all? Besides, I told him we’d stop stealing from him.”
Jessie scoffed and Meowth looked affronted. “But we’re villains, stealing is what we do best.”
James nodded. “Let’s try not to steal things right in front of him though.”
“But what about Pikachu?! You’re asking too much James!” Jessie ranted.
“Ash and that electric rat are still our greatest enemies!” James yelled, throwing the spoon down into the bowl angrily with a wet clatter. “We’ll just have to be even more imaginative when stealing Pikachu so that they won’t know it was us.”
Jessie and Meowth nodded. More scheming – they liked the sound of this. But the trio completely failed to take into account that the twerps always figured out that it was them behind almost every evil plot, especially where attempts to steal Pikachu were concerned. This fact eventually dawned on James.
He put down his now empty bowl and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “But when we do steal pikachu and the twerps work out that it was us - I will have to blame it entirely on the pair of you.”
“Charming.” Jessie muttered.
Meowth grinned. “Then that means I’ll get even more recognition and praise from the boss!”
James ignored them as he stared at the empty, black pot. He decided that tomorrow morning he’d sneak back to the twerp’s camp with it and give it back to Brock while the two children were fast asleep. He could exchange it for the wig. Bringing the pot back would prove to Brock that James was capable of returning things that he’d stolen – he was more than just a thief.
Maybe Brock would be really appreciative. James grinned to himself, imagining all the ways Brock could show him how grateful he was for his good-doing. James thought of all the other good deeds he could do to impress Brock, like say, stopping Jessie and Meowth from stealing Pikachu and the rest of the twerps pokemon. To be fair though, their plans to steal Pikachu always failed spectacularly anyway so he probably wouldn’t even have to interfere and could just let Brock believe that he’d ruined their wicked plan himself rather than the plan just being destined to fail from the beginning. Yes, winning Brock over might be easier than he’d originally thought and maybe trying to act like one of the good guys wouldn’t be so bad after all. He might even enjoy it.
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