Title: Perfect Timing
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #29, Perfect Timing

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. Game-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai, PWP

 

            Red dashed into the room, just as President Goodman looked up.

            “You’re late.” The President said severely.

            “I’m sorry. I got attacked by a flock of wild Spearow while I was flying here from Pallet Town.”

            Goodman narrowed his eyes, but did not say more. Red slid in between Lance and Bruno, and waited for the man to start talking. Pretty soon, things started to make less and less sense.

            Lance winked as he turned to Red. < Bored already? >

            < Mm. > Red agreed. < I wish he wasn’t so full of himself. I’ve heard all his anti-pokémon speeches before, which is ridiculous, since our whole economy runs on pokémon. >

            < I know. > Lance replied, < But I think you’ll find what I’m doing a bit more interesting. > Red’s breath caught as he felt Lance’s hand move over his thigh, though for all intents and purposes, the Dragon Master looked like he was still busy taking notes.

            < L-Lance… >

            < Yes? > Lance purred, beginning to undo Red’s zipper ever so slowly with one hand. Red coughed, and Goodman glared at him. The Champion hastily took a sip of water to quell his nerves.

            His cheeks tinted pink as he began scribbling, even as Goodman talked, but it was so difficult to concentrate when that wonderful hand was coaxing his erection to throbbing hardness…

            As Goodman droned on, Red felt his heart speed up even as his breathing quickened. He was close, so close… surely Lance wouldn’t keep him like this, would he?

            No.

           

            There was a clatter as Lance knocked his pen to the ground. “Sorry.” He said, before he dove under the table. Red’s hands dug into the edge of the mahogany filigree and he bit his lip hard, drawing blood, as Lance’s mouth closed around his cock, taking him to the root, before he felt his body tighten before release. A moment later, Lance reappeared, holding his pen with a brilliant smile.

            Goodman sighed. “Well, as I was saying…”

            Red felt Lance tuck him in and zip him back up as the man finished speaking. Finally, they were allowed to leave the room.

 

            “Lance, you are so evil….”

            “Why? I thought you needed some distraction.” Lance retorted, licking his lips. Red flushed.

            “I…I suppose I did...”

            “Didn’t it make you feel better?” He purred.

            “Definitely.” Red rose on his tiptoes to kiss Lance, as the Dragon Master chuckled.

            “Perfect Timing, ne?”

            “Perfect.” Red agreed, sighing luxuriously. “Now can we continue?”

            “Of course.”

 

End Fic

Completed 10/15/06

Yep, shameless PWP! ^^

Red: *Blush*

Lance: *Smirk*