Obsidian and Plum: Unlikely Events

Chapter 10 - Acquainted beginnings

When Ash regained his intellectual thought process, instead of his lust driven delirium, he became more aware of his impulsive decision to let kissing Paul escalate rather quickly: an erotic make out session, and then amazing, mind blowing, and unbelievable first-time sex!

Ash didn't quite know how he'd managed to go from naught to sixty in such a short space of time. One minute he was embarrassed and nervous – trying to work out what he would say to Paul, the next he had no inhibitions and just wanted to get lost in lustful sin. In laymen's terms, he'd desperately wanted to get fucked all of a sudden and didn't care how it happened.

All it took was Paul's eyes and his vanilla latte coloured lips on his, and Ash became a horny mess of teenage emotions. Ash knew he always gave a hundred and ten percent to anything he set his mind to, with complete confidence and determination. It appeared that was also true when he wanted to get laid, and boy had he!

The problem was; a few days ago, he didn't even know if he was gay, or how he really felt about Paul. Realising he liked that introverted, reserved, standoffish personality of Paul's was half the battle. Ash also liked Paul's persistence, determination, and often analytical traits. Under his callous, angry and unsocial demeanour, was someone who cared for people that mattered to him, and a human with a heart just like everyone else.

What Ash didn't know, was the real guy behind the mask, the things you learnt when you developed a friendship. Unfortunately, friendship was the one thing Paul and Ash have never really shared. That was the issue currently present; Paul was sexually attractive, clearly his type, and Ash wanted him... but he only knew Paul's mask, not so much of what lay beneath it.

Ash glanced in the mirror before he left the bathroom, triple checking that his after sex look was suitably replaced with something akin to social acceptance. His body was once again dressed in his Lucario-blue tracksuit and black t-shirt, and his overly messy hair had been tamed back to its usual disordered look, but he couldn't seem to do anything about his still puffy lips.

Paul had already cleaned, dressed, and even changed the bedcovers when Ash returned to the room. Paul was laying on the bed waiting for him, and was giving him a type of pleased-questioning look as Ash stopped a few feet from the bed – a bed that he'd previously defiled, and smiled nervously.

"That was certainly unexpected. You got my attention alright, with that dirty little mouth of yours." Paul smirked, touching his bottom lip in memory of Ash's lips.

Ash blushed, not only at the remark and reminder of his temporary insanity, but also at the look Paul was giving him. "Yeah, about that..." Ash's hesitancy caused Paul's heart to plummet. Paul didn't look at all pleased, and anger was evident in those dark eyes of his. "...Hear me out Paul!" He added quickly, hoping Paul would listen to him and not jump the gun.

Paul wanted to throw Ash out of the house in fear of being rejected, but he clung onto the knowledge of Ash being an honest person. An honest person who'd told him that, 'he was Paul's and Paul was his.' That it wasn't just for sex. Feeling indignant, Paul's eyes scrutinized Ash before he ground out the words angrily. "If you've got something to say then say it!"

Ash sighed, "I like you Paul. I do! – – I just don't really know you."

"Of course you do! Oh, my mistake, it must have been another Ash Ketchum I met five years ago." Paul sarcastically rebutted, angrily.

"Don't be like that! You spent a lot of time avoiding me and telling me to stay out of your way back then. I don't even know what food you like Paul. What your favourite pokémon is, or favourite colour, what your scared off or–"