Sunlight gleamed merrily off the bright silver and white hull of the ferry. Trainers poured from the gangplank onto the sandy beach of Pardise Isle, some walking alongside their respective Pokémon friends, others eagerly gripping on to the small signature red and white balls holding their dormant Pokémon. Ash Ketchum, trademark ball cap shielding his eyes from the shining sun, strode down the beach towards the Inn his reservation was for, his Pikachu practically running to keep up with him.The Inn had a quaint island Pokémon theme, a mural depicting a Magmar in a grass skirt doing some kind of hula dance surrounded by Unown was splashed on the wall behind the check-in counter. Ash laid his bags by his feet as he rang the Voltorb-shaped service bell for assistance.
“Ah, Mr. Ketchum! Welcome to Pardise Inn,” The woman at the counter smiled cheerily at the raven-haired young man. The woman immediately began typing at the keyboard in reach of her fingertips, her eyes darting to the computer screen. “Ah, yes, you have room 104, just down this hall to the left, your room is on the right.” She held out a card key with a surfing Pikachu printed on it, motioning to the long carpeted hall just to the left of the counter.
“Thanks, ma’am,” Ash said, picking up his luggage. He made sure Pikachu had understood the directions to the room, and then took the card key offered to him.
“You’re welcome, and please enjoy your stay!” The jolly woman grinned and turned back to her previous chore. Ash shouldered his bag and headed to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ash couldn’t repress the goofy grin that found its way to his lips upon entering his room. There was a large, round bed in the shape of a Poké-ball, a smaller round bed for his Pikachu, lush white carpeting all over the place except the bathroom, which had white and red tiling. There was a small, round television, a round dresser also in the shape of a large Poké-ball, but the really nice addition was the wide balcony that had a great view of the beach and ocean beyond. Pikachu immediately took off and started bouncing on his little bed.
Dropping his bag on his bed, Ash stuck the card key firmly into his back pocket, laughing at the sight of his fat, furry yellow Pikachu bounding around the room. He was about to open the bathroom door to check out the size of the bathtub when he shook his head and turned back to the room door.
“Pikachu, I’ll be back in a little while. We’ve had a long trip and you should probably nap a bit, I’ll bring dinner in later, but if you get hungry, I still have a whole bunch of snacks in my bag. I’m gonna take a look around.” Ash said. Pikachu ‘pika’d’ at him, basically telling him that idea sounded fine to him and he curled up on his bed. Ash smiled and left.
As Ash was making his way down the hall back towards the lobby, he could hear a familiar voice speaking with the happy woman at the counter. Curious, he quickened his pace in time to see Gary Oak accepting a card key of his own.
“Gary?” Ash called out. Sure enough, Gary turned his attention to Ash. It took a moment for the brunette to notice who was calling him, but the second he did, he was all smiles.
“Ashy!” Gary grinned, threw his bag over his shoulder and hurried over to Ash, barely noticing the roll of Ash’s eyes at the silly childhood nickname. “When’d you get in? You take the ferry, surfed or flew over?” Gary just almost gave Ash a hug, but with a quick second thought, held himself in check. Ash stuck his hands in his jeans pockets, noting the almost hug and trying not to frown at Gary’s decision to forego.
“I took the ferry. Your grandfather gave me a ticket last time I visited, about a week ago. Said I needed a good vacation.” Ash shrugged. He tilted his head, also noting the lack of Poké-balls at Gary’s belt; the usual six was a singular one. “Not up to much training lately?” Ash asked. Gary quirked an eyebrow, following Ash’s gaze to his belt.
“Oh,” Gary said, dropping his bag onto an overstuffed green armchair. He shook his head. “No, I haven’t been doing a whole lot of training. I’ve got my Eevee with me, but besides that, all my other Pokémon are currently in storage. Eevee and I are just here to relax; training has just become way too competitive recently and I haven’t been much in the competitive spirit.” Ash frowned. Gary not feeling competitive? Okay, who has the thermometer, something has to be up. Gary shook his head and grabbed up his bag again, turning his card key over in his hand.
“106…” He muttered to himself. Ash’s ears perked up, glad in a way that Gary was so close to his room. His eyes lifted to see Ash grinning at him. “Well…I should go. I actually took a private boat here and I’m pretty tired.” Gary averted his gaze slightly. Before he could go, Ash laid a hand on Gary’s shoulder.
“Wait,” Ash started. He didn’t like how Gary was obviously trying to avoid him. It was strange, especially coupled with this odd lack of enthusiasm with training. It just wasn’t like Gary. Even now Gary wasn’t really looking at him. “Uh…would you like to have dinner with me? I saw a small restaurant on the way up here. It would be nice not having to eat alone.” Ash saw a glimmer of something in Gary’s eyes; not disdain, not happiness either. Something more like hope. It was confusing.
After just a moment’s hesitation, Gary nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After Gary put his things in his room, he and Ash left the hotel and strolled down the beach towards the little restaurant. They waited only minutes before they were seated. The two perused through the menus offered to them silently, neither of them really feeling all that hungry. Ash was worried about Gary, Gary’s mind was on something else. The waiter came and went, first delivering water glasses then their menus. He hadn’t come back yet.
“So,” Ash started, feeling a little weird sitting in such a quiet situation. He figured the two of them should have lots to talk about, having not seen each other in long months. He tapped his finger absently against the side of the table, thinking of what to talk about. “Uh, you know what you want?” He asked. Gary shrugged.
“I’d really like to get drunk, honestly,” Gary said, carelessly tossing his menu on the table. Ash blinked, unsure if he’d heard Gary right.
“Drunk? Like, on alcohol?” Ash asked. Gary laughed.
“No, Ashy, I thought I’d like to try getting three sheets to the wind off tomatoes.” Gary smirked. Ash blushed slightly, feeling just a touch on the stupid side. The waiter took this awkward moment to come back and ask for the pair’s orders.
“Fish sandwich with extra tarter sauce and cheese, fries with lots of ketchup, large orange soda,” Ash said, handing his menu over, watching Gary. Gary sighed, shrugged and ordered the same thing. Ash could tell Gary was only going to pick at his meal. There was something on his friend’s mind and he had to know what it was.
“Kay, two wet ones with extra scales, soggy taters and biggie pops, anything else?” The waiter asked. Ash grinned at the native lingo and almost shook his head when he remembered what Gary had told him before their waiter had returned.
“Yeah, what do you have that’s alcoholic? I mean strong, too.” Ash said. The waiter pursed his lips and tilted his head, tapping his pencil at the corner of his mouth.
“Strongest stuff I could suggest would be Sex on the Beach, but that stuff’s so sweet ya’d grab a few cavities after two or three. Shouldn’t take more than that to get ya so drunk ya could almost fly home on your own fumes, too.” Ash laughed and ordered four. The waiter mentioned his warning again, but Ash assured the man that was what he and his date wanted and nothing less would suffice. Shrugging, the waiter walked off to hand over their order to the cook.
When the waiter left, Gary leaned over the table and poked Ash in his shoulder.
“Ash, why in the world did you tell that man that I was your date? Have you lost your mind?” Gary asked, a tone of harshness edging his voice. Ash leaned back and smirked at Gary.
“Because you are my date, Gar. If you’re worried about what the waiter thinks, don’t. I don’t think he gives a damn, not to mention he strikes me as the kind of guy that plays on the same side of the fence as the rest of the good ol’ boys, anyway, if you catch my meaning.” Ash said, grinning. Gary almost paled to white.
“Of course,” Ash continued. “If you’re more worried about me liking guys and liking you to boot, that’s different. Are you homophobic, Gary?” Ash asked. Gary shook his head vehemently.
“N-no! That’s not it!” Gary protested loudly. When he noticed other patrons from the restaurant looking quizzically at him, he blushed deeply and leaned forward over the table again. “Ash, I have no problem with gay men…I’m bi myself. I just…” Gary heaved a sigh so heavy, Ash was worried the exhaling would deflate the brunette’s chest. Gary shook his head and sat back, the fingers of his right hand rubbed his forehead. Their waiter returned.
As Ash had expected, Gary was just picking at his food, which was a little annoying to the raven-haired trainer. Ash was used to seeing Gary with a much healthier appetite; this eating like a Pidgey wasn’t going to cut it. He wondered if Gary’s lack of appetite had anything to do with his quasi-confession of his feelings.
“Gar,” Ash started to ask between bites of his sandwich. No response from the other side of the table. “Gar?” Ash asked again, looking up from his meal. To his utter shock and surprise, Gary was finishing his second Sex on the Beach. His eyes were already red rimmed. “Gary! What are you doing?” Ash almost shouted. Gary giggled.
“Whut, Ashy? Tole you I wan’ed to get drunk.” Gary slurred and grabbed for his third drink. Ash tried to make a grab for the pinkish liquor, but Gary was already slurping on it before Ash could get a hold.
“Gary, what is the matter with you? It isn’t like you to want to get inebriated, you know. You always have to be on top of the game…” Ash said, shaking his head, sitting back and popping the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. His eyes flicked to the window behind Gary, noting the darkening sky. Night was going to be on them very soon. Gary shrugged and continued slurping. Ash frowned.
Ash didn’t even bother trying to take the third Sex on the Beach from Gary again. Instead, to be safe, he grabbed the last one and immediately started drinking. It was kind of bad at first, both sweet and sour all at once and way too much of both. After the third sip, though, it became bearable.
‘Man, Gary must drink quite a bit if he can handle three of these things.’ Ash thought as he sipped his Sex on the Beach, noting with displeasure Gary’s untouched plate of food. Ash’s thoughts ran away with him as he wondered how he might be able to get Gary to tell him what was wrong. Just as he considered maybe tying him to a chair and torturing it out of him, he felt a hand on his thigh. The unforeseen contact made Ash jump, spilling the rest of his drink on the floor. Gary had somehow moved from his seat to the floor next to Ash without Ash even hearing him. Gary pushed himself up onto his knees and started sucking on Ash’s earlobe as the fingers on his hand on Ash’s thigh tickled up to the crease of his leg.
“Gar, what are you doing?!” Ash almost squeaked. Gary giggled again and sucked down Ash’s neck, his fingers walking up his hip.
“Doin’ whut I shoulda done a loooong time ‘go,” Gary slurred, his deft fingers popping the button of Ash’s jeans out, slinking inside to feel the soft fabric of Ash’s shorts. Ash grabbed Gary’s hand and shoved him up onto his feet. Gary, though still quite drunk, looked downright near tears. The sight on Gary’s face was heart wrenching.
“Gar, stop, it’s okay, I would prefer to do this in a more private setting,” Ash gushed into Gary’s ear. He quickly thought over how much the dinner cost and left fifty on the table, pretty sure that would cover the meal and tip fairly well. He practically pushed Gary all the way back to the hotel, just in time for the sun to completely set under the horizon. He was rather grateful the desk clerk was nowhere in sight as he pushed Gary down the hall to his room.
It took bare seconds to get Gary’s card key out of his pocket and into the slot. The moment Ash got the two of them into the room, Gary was on him again. This time Gary wasn’t so beat-around-the-bush; his lips mashed onto Ash’s. Ash flipped his cap off his head, tossing it onto a chair. When the two parted for air, both were red faced and gasping for breath.
“Ash,” Gary began, sounding a little less drunk now. “Ash, I…” He shook his head and moved in for another kiss. Ash stepped back a bit, holding Gary from him.
“No, Gary, tell me what you need to tell me.” Ash said, breathing only slightly easier. Gary blushed deeply, swallowing.
“I,” Gary started, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ash, I find life pretty meaningless without you…I…want you.” Gary bit the tip of his tongue, embarrassed. Ash quirked an eyebrow. “I mean, I need you. To be with me. I need you.” Gary’s voice was strained, as if he was keeping himself from either getting sick or crying. Ash simply blinked.
“You…need me? Want me?” Ash asked huskily. Gary nodded slowly. Ash nodded and gathered Gary up in his arms, shocking the brunette.
“Ash! What the-?!” Gary shouted. Ash bit down on his lip to keep himself from laughing. This was supposed to be heated, passionate, not funny, damn it.
Ash dropped Gary on the large round bed, taking only a second to kick off his shoes before he sidled up to Gary, unbuttoning his khaki pants. He was clad in only the khakis and a tight black shirt, the simple beach thongs he wore outside already having been discarded at the door. Gary did not fight Ash; he helped him strip him as he threw his shirt on the floor by Ash’s sneakers. His pants fell with a thud to the floor, weighted down by the single Poké-ball on the belt.
“Hands…fingers…touch me, yes,” Gary gasped as Ash ran his fingers all over Gary’s mostly nude form. He shed his shirt with one hand as he continued to explore the flesh planes of his once upon a time rival. His pants took less time to remove, and then the two young men were lying together in nothing but their underwear.
“Gar, how far do you want to go? I mean, you’re drunk,” Ash said thickly between kisses. Gary arched up, moaning.
“M’not as drunk as I was earlier,” Gary whined, urging Ash on. Ash slipped his fingers under the elastic of Gary’s shorts, sliding the thin fabric down his thighs, freeing the brunette’s erection. Gary whimpered at the sudden rush of cool air to the currently hottest part of his body.
Ash knew what he wanted to do; Gary, not to sound too crass. His buzzing mind was trying to remember what exactly he would need for this, something about making it easier…oh, yeah. Lube.
“Wait a moment, gotta get something,” Ash muttered. He sprang from the bed and rushed into the bathroom before Gary could ask what he was doing. He searched the counter next to the sink and found what he was looking for: complimentary hand lotion. Small bottle, but it would be enough. He grabbed the tube and practically ran back to Gary. “Okay, got it.” Ash said, hushing Gary before he could ask.
Ash slid out of his shorts before joining Gary on the bed again, cap to the lotion bottle already popped off. He was spreading the sweet smelling lotion over his own erection, watching as Gary watched him with lidded eyes and bated breath. Ash leaned over Gary, kissing up his jawline.
“I need to prepare you first, okay, Gary?” Ash said, squeezing a bit more lotion into his hand. Gary half nodded, Ash’s statement only half understood. He gripped Ash’s arms when he felt one of his fingers enter into him, slick but unexpected. “Shh, it’s okay…” Ash whispered, moving his finger a bit, quickly adding a second, stretching Gary.
Ash knew he wouldn’t be able to keep doing this for too much longer before he would just say screw it and take Gary. He looked at Gary, considering whether or not he should do this; Gary had only even hit on him after he’d had a pretty impressive amount of alcohol down his throat. Just one more of Gary’s delicious whimpers, however, told his brain to shut the fuck up and let his cock do the thinking.
“Ash, please, come on, please,” Gary was begging now. Ash just couldn’t handle that. Grunting low in his throat, he positioned Gary more appropriately and within seconds he was pushing inside of the brunette. Gary arched up, his head thrown back, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh of Ash’s arms.
Bending over Gary, pushing in deeper, Ash kissed Gary hard, inhaling the scent of Gary’s sweat and Sex on the Beach. It was such an odd mix of smells, but it was definitely something he knew he would remember in the future. Ash was half amused when he realized he must have really wanted Gary because now that he had him the last thing on his mind was to ever let him go.
Speeding up his pace, almost ramming into Gary, Ash alternated between kissing and gasping for air. Gary’s climax was coming on pretty fast, too, as his breathing became increasingly labored, his moans more critical. Barely two thrusts later and both men were coming, gasping each other’s name.
Some time later, minutes or hours, who really knew, Ash slowly pulled out of Gary, kissing him lightly. Gary sighed happily, turning onto his side, facing Ash.
“That…” Gary began, blinking. Apparently either Ash was that good or the exercise was a bit too much for him as he was now feeling a bit sleepy. Ash watched him, grinning. Gary shook his head, trying to remain awake. “That…was okay, right? You aren’t going to avoid me or anything now, right?” Gary asked quietly, the sleep that wished to have a turn taking him was winning. Ash shook his head vigorously. Gary breathed a sigh of relief, snaking an arm under Ash’s, his fingers at his raven-haired lover’s hip. “Good.” Gary muttered, cuddling against Ash.
“Think your grandpa was right, Gar,” Ash sighed happily, kissing the top of Gary’s head. “I really needed this vacation.”
The End
