Title: Hot
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #6, Hot

Rating: R
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Shonen-ai, shota, masturbation

 

            Ash sighed as he shifted restlessly in his bunk bed at the pokemon center. Misty was sleeping next door and from the bottom bunk, Brock snored loudly. His mind was awash with strange feelings. He wasnft sure why, but Lancec

            The Champion was so coolc and hefd saved his life, coming in on his Dragonite at the nick of time. Ash shivered for a second, remembering the Fearow nearing him, beak whirring dangerously, before falling to the ground, fried from an electric attack.

            It was too bad Lance was gone. Ash would have liked to talk to him, maybe have dinner together. But he was a G-man, so he must be very busy all the timec

            He colored as he felt his cock begin to twitch. Hesitantly, he slid one hand down to his pajama bottoms, between his legs. He wasnft quite sure what this was, but he knew Brock did it a lot and it didnft seem dangerous. Maybe it would keep him from thinking about Lancec but that was crazy! Why would Lance make him feel this way? Lance wasnft a girlc

            With a sigh, he awkwardly wrapped his hand around his erection and began to move it up and down. The feelings were very strange, but also good, and soon, he was breathing hard, even as he imagined the Dragon Masterfs face. Lance did have pretty hair, all soft pink, and eyes that changed colorsc he groaned as he tightened his grip and bucked forwards, before he felt wetness pooling between his fingers.

            That had been quick, and now he felt sleepy. Ash rummaged around in his backpack, found a box of tissues, and began to wipe himself off. His boxers were hopelessly soiled, so he took them off and found a clean pair, shoving the dirty ones to the bottom of his pack. His face was flaming, and he tried frantically to cool his body down, before finally he climbed down and went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.

            That was so weirdc but if thinking of Lance made him hot like this, he shouldnft do itc right?

            Ash wasnft sure, and that night, dreamed much.

 

End Fic

Completed 12/23/06

Takes place right after the Lake of Rage episodesc