Title: A
Motorcycle Built for Two
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #34, Two-Seater
Rating: NC-17
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
“Lance?”
“What is it, Red?” The Dragon Master asked, busy putting his motorcycle helmet on. The Champion fidgeted, before deciding the truth would do best in this situation.
“Ah… my Pidgeot is still recovering from the battle I had today, so I can’t fly home. Could you drive me?”
Lance’s eyebrows rose. “Are you sure, Red? Pallet Town is pretty far from Indigo Plateau. It could take a few hours.”
“That’s all right, but if you don’t want to…”
“I don’t mind.” Red told him shyly.
“Very well.” Lance pulled another helmet from the trunk. “Put this on, and hop on.” Red grinned brightly, and obeyed, before he climbed on behind Lance and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Lance started the engine and they drove off.
Red snuggled forwards, pressing against Lance’s back as he sighed contentedly. This was wonderful… so warm… it was almost better than riding a pokemon!
Lance heaved a sigh, but Red heard it not over the rushing wind. Red was still young. He really shouldn’t be having such thoughts about the cute boy glomped onto him.
… Right.
He accelerated a bit faster, but not enough to break the speed limit yet. Now would not be a good time to get a traffic ticket after all.
He shifted slightly, and smirked when he realized that since Red was clinging to him so tightly; he could feel the other trainer’s erection firm against his backside. Well, that was interesting. Pity he wasn’t in any position to exploit it…
Red flushed as he realized he was starting to move his hips slightly. This was Lance! His idol, the leader of the Elite Four… and they were all alone on a motorcycle in the dark…
He had expected to feel cramped, after an hour of riding, but he didn’t. The sun had already set, and now the single headlight was their only source of illumination. Red was very grateful for the dark – it hid the blush on his cheeks.
But he really, really wanted…
Lance glanced around for a minute, and calculated. It would take perhaps another half hour to reach Pallet. Would Red hold out, or should he take mercy and drive faster?
Decisions, decisions…
A smile curved his lips as he checked the fuel gauge. Well, well… looked like he was running low on gas. What a pity.
A station soon loomed ahead, so Lance stopped the motorcycle and hopped off. Red followed quickly, making a beeline for the restroom.
Lance casually filled the tank, waiting for the Champion to return. He did, flushed and with a suspicious wet stain on his jeans, but no comment was made.
Red was very glad Lance hadn’t mentioned anything, and he climbed back on, trying hard not to stare at Lance’s butt.
Now this was just getting ridiculous!
They continued driving, but to Red’s horror, the earlier release seemed to have done nothing for his hormones. He let out an audible groan at one point, feeling his rock-hard cock in his pants, so much so that Lance actually spun to look at him for a moment.
“Is something wrong? Are you hungry, maybe?”
Red almost wanted to scream in frustration, but restrained himself and only looked down, not answering. Lance swung off the bike as he stopped it, turning to face Red with a serious expression.
“If you’re sick, we should have taken Dragonite instead…” Lance abruptly quit talking as Red wrestled him to the ground with surprising strength.
Of course, that was when his
brain kicked in again, and Red hastily climbed off Lance’s body, trying to hide
his tenting erection.
Lance smirked. “Well, well. I would have never expected this of you.”
Red flushed. “I can’t help it! It’s a natural reaction!”
“You think I’m cute then?”
“Not cute. Sexy.” Red blurted out, before he stopped, horrified.
“Mm. But you are cute Champion – though not as naïve as I assumed.” With that, Lance gripped Red’s wrist as he executed a perfect leg sweep, sending Red to the ground. Red eeped as Lance straddled his hips, pinning him down before kissing him deeply.
Oh….
He struggled to get free for a moment, but the movement only caused their bodies to rub together, and he gave a hoarse cry as he felt his jeans grow wet.
Lance smiled.
Red found this position very vulnerable, even as Lance licked his throat. He couldn’t stop the moan this time either, and the delicious heat in his pants was just begging for more.
“Do you want me to take you?” Lance asked conversationally.
Red glared. “What do you think?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lance purred, pausing to nip an ear for a second. Red shivered, as Lance’s hands swiftly stripped him of shirt and jacket, cupping his shoulders for a moment, before sliding down his chest to pinch and caress his nipples. They bloomed into hard little buds, blood rushing to his groin as he twitched.
Lance certainly was good at this, Red thought distractedly, even as his jeans and boxers were finally tossed aside. Bent over like this, so open, almost a blot in the dark. He could barely make out Lance’s features, and only the continuous motions of their first frantic coupling imprinted.
He whined briefly as Lance pulled out, tucking himself back in.
“We should hurry, Red. I’m sure it would be more pleasurable in a bed…”
“What? How long will that take?” Red slurred.
Lance smirked. “Not too long…”
Red climbed back on, ignoring the fact that he had just left his boxers by the side of the road. Oh well. His preoccupation with other things was perfectly reasonable.
When they arrived at his house, though, Red was loath to move. Lance arched an eyebrow, as if he knew.
“Don’t tell me you want me to do you on my motorcycle…”
“What if I do?”
“Then I’ll enjoy it.” Lance paused. “How exactly are you planning it though?”
Red smirked as he leaned against the handlebars, spreading his legs. “Like so.”
“Ohh… what a creative Champion you are,” Lance told him fondly. “Let’s.”
Red clung on tight, hoping that nothing was breaking as Lance positioned himself and entered him roughly. Release was not long in coming, and he screamed loud enough to wake the neighborhood as Lance shuddered and pulled out, covering his chest and thighs with sperm. Red grinned.
“… We’ll have to clean this tomorrow.” Lance said, glancing at his motorcycle.
“That can wait.” Red scooped up a handful of white, enjoying the taste – and Lance’s eyes on him as he greedily ate. “Want to stay the night?”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
The two walked inside, and as the door clicked shut behind them, Red stole another quick kiss.
End Fic
Completed 9/6/06