Challenge: ["It's too damn hot to do anything, Shige-kun," Satoshi said, looking at me through sweat curled bangs.
"Anything Sato-chan?" I replied with a laugh.
He groaned like one resigned to a fate. "You're going to jump me now, aren't you? Just to prove me wrong."]

Now let's see if I can do something good with those adorable and lemony lines!! *V*
Pairings: ShiShi (Shigeru x Satoshi)
Warnings: PWP Lemon, sap
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, etc. It all belongs to its respective owners

Every season comes and goes. We never really miss it since, well, with each season there's something new to look forward to. In the winter you have snow. And snow usually snowmen, snowball fights, and any other creative thing you can come up with when it comes to the white powdery stuff that comes falling down from the clouds. In the spring and fall you have the perfect weather to be outside, doing anything you want. It's not too warm but then it's not too cold at the same time. It's just right for doing any task that needs to get done outdoors. And finally, there's summer. Summer is hot, plain and simple. Summer means you get to laze about, feeling your skin melt off your bones from the almost unbearable heat. Now, don't get me wrong. I love summer because that means beaches, water skiing and seeing my Satoshi half-naked. But sometimes it was just plain impossible! Like this year. This year it was just *too* hot. I was going to die from a heat stroke or something! It's never been this bad before.
Due to this Hellish heat[1] I was currently half-leaning against a tree and half-laying on the grassy floor, desperate for the wonderful shade it offered from the sun but nothing from the current gust of heated air that blew my way. My eyes were closed and I was perfectly relaxed, dressed in just a pair of cargo shorts and my sneakers, minus the socks. It was too hot to wear socks. I know I looked good, too. I always work out so I know exactly how my chest and stomach currently look. Flat and perfectly chiseled to perfection. Aaah, it's good to be all that and know it. Although Satoshi always remarks on my arrogance. I don't call it arrogance though. It's just stating facts.[2]
A wonderfully cool puff of breeze was blowing my way and I was perfectly content to fall asleep underneath the tree when I heard familiar foosteps crunching against the grass and leaves. I cracked open an eye and smiled when when I saw my best friend, former rival, and current lover heading towards me dressed in a dark tank top and shorts. He was also looking exhausted and fatigued due to the incredible heat. He plopped down next to me and sighed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up just a bit, cocking my head to the side a bit. I knew, as a loving and attending boyfriend, that I must listen to all complaints my beloved has to offer me but it didn't stop me from admiring his beautiful form underneath the thin cotton clothing he was currently wearing. Any childhood softness and curves had faded away a long time ago, leaving an absolutely beautiful and ravishing young man that was strong, well-built yet very huggable. His skin still remained baby soft though, something I absolutely love. He didn't even need to use lotion or creme to make that slightly tanned skin so silky and wonderful to the touch. One of the many reasons why I can't seem to keep my hands off him.
"It's too damn hot to do anything, Shige-kun," Satoshi said, looking at me through sweat curled bangs.
"Anything Sato-chan?" I replied with a laugh. He groaned like one resigned to a fate.
"You're going to jump me now, aren't you? Just to prove me wrong." I laughed even more and sat up, brushing off my clothing a bit. Then I turned a cheeky grin at him.
"That's because I love to be right, Sato-chan." My grin softened a bit and I pulled him in for a kiss. I hadn't seen him since this morning before he had to go off to a meeting with some Pokemon trainers who had challenged him the day before. It was amazing to see how many people come to Masara every day just to challenge Satoshi to a battle now that he was a Pokemon Master.
"Besides," I said as I brushed my lips across his own silk ones, "you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you."
"Mmm...Yes, I do know," he agreed huskily. He reached up and tangled his slim fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and pulled him into my lap. He chuckled and squirmed, both to get comfortable and to tease me, until he was settled. Then he wound his arms around my neck and pulled himself a bit closer. We never broke the kiss the entire time.
"Did you have ice cream today?" I asked, pulling away when we both needed to breathe.
"Yes. Chocolate," he replied, his lips swollen and his dark eyes slightly glazed over with passion and heat. I loved it when he looked like that. He was also so very beautiful and achingly tempting.
"You taste very good," I commented as my hands rubbed up and down his warm back. He was almost right; it was too hot to do anything but I was more than willing to show him otherwise. I did say I loved being right, after all. I pulled him close for another kiss, having to tilt his head a bit to accomplish it. We were both eighteen now and he was still so small, no matter how well built. I think he'll always be shorter than everyone else. Kasumi had stopped growing around 5'8 and she's still taller than him. Although, and I dont't think I'll ever tell him this, I like him at this height. He was perfectly petite, fitting perfectly against my own, much taller, body. I think he might even realize the convenience of his height--even if he won't admit it.
He moaned softly as I expertly kissed him, knowingly making his blood heat up with the passion I put behind it. He pressed his body against my own, parting his lips for me. I delved deep into his hot, moist mouth, licking at the familiar contours and tasting the familiar taste, now coated over with the ice cream he had eaten earlier. He trembled slightly and his moans deepened as his passion rose. After a few minutes of just kissing, he finally pulled away, panting. He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and smiled sweetly.
"That was really nice, 'Geru-chan," he began, his eyes taking on a mischievous sparkle. "But it's still too hot to do anything. I don't think I have any energy left after that kiss..." I laughed and stood up with him in my arms. He squeaked and his arms tightened around my neck.
"What do you think you're doing?!" he demanded, his voice slightly strangled.
"Proving you wrong," I replied as I headed across the grassy area towards my grandfather's house. He was away on some Pokemon scientist/research expo in another town so the whole house was mine alone for the next four days. I smiled evilly as I wondered how long I could keep Satoshi in the house and ravish him for as long as my stamina could hold up. His mother didn't expect him to come home every day now. Sometimes he would disappear to fulfill challenges and come back in a few days or sometimes he would stay at my place--as long as he called of course. She got used to it, thankfully, so *maybe* I can keep Satoshi to myself for the next four days. Well, here's to hoping!
"Shigeru!! We...oh gods, isn't your grandfather home?" He demanded, wiggling in my arms. It was totally half-hearted though. I knew he was more than happy to be showed wrong.
"Nope. Expo, remember?" I smiled down at him and leaned in to kiss him briefly on the lips. "I am going to have so much fun being right today..."
"You're evil," he murmured, smiling up at me.
"I know," I said, nodding. I pushed open the unlocked door to the house and closed it hard enough to cause the little latch to fall over. Satoshi helpfully reached down and locked it. We didn't want any unwelcomed visitors, after all. I tried to forget the time Grandfather had walked in on me and Satoshi while Satoshi was coming. Fortunately we had a sheet draped over our bodies but it was still horribly embarassing to have my grandfather standing there, wide-eyes, and Satoshi dazed from his orgasm only to scream when he saw my grandfather. That scream had startled my grandfather into bolting, slamming the door shut behind him. Satoshi was as pale as the cum pooling between us. Needless to say, we were *always* careful to lock the door after that incident.
I easily carried Satoshi's slight form into my bedroom, again closing the door behind us and locking it. I walked over to my large, queen size bed and gently lowered him down before lowering myself on top of him, careful not to crush him with my weight. He was well built but it didn't mean he couldn't become uncomfortable underneath my larger body and heavier weight. I leaned down and began kissing him again, even as my hands wandered down his smooth arms to the hem of his shirt. I tugged the material upwards and he helpfully raised his arms until I tugged it free, throwing it in some corner of my room. I smiled and brushed a soft kiss across his lips before I started kissing down his neck to his collarbone where I nibbled a bit, listening to his soft pants and feeling his small strains of pleasure. I moved down the flawless chest, tasting each and every bit of skin. I came to his nipples and began to lave at them before I latched onto one and began to gently suck. He moaned and cradled my head with his hands, breathing quickening.
"Ooooh...Shigeru..." Smiling against his chest, I pulled away and paid equal attention to the other one. Soon I had him gasping, panting and begging for more as my lips moved down and down his chest to this stomach where I teased his navel for a moment. My hands came down to his inner thighs, where they began to massage at the extra sensitive skin there, slipping underneath the shorts to touch the wonderfully warm skin. I found that he was wearing boxers to my utmost advantage. After teasing him into a frenzy with the gentle caresses at those sensitive spots, feeling him trembling from them, I pushed my arms deeper into the openings of his shorts and boxers and I began to touch him.
"Shigeru!!" he exclaimed, sitting up a bit. He gasped and looked down at me. I smiled up at my, my lips on the button top of his shorts. He moaned and fell back.
"Oh gods...what you do to me..."
"Is nothing compared to what you're doing to me. Do you realize listening to your moans like that has me so hard it hurts?" I murmured wickedly as I fondled him for a few moments before pulling my hands free, leaving him cold. He let loose a soft, protesting sob. I reached over with my slightly damp hands and undid the button of his shorts and tugged down at the zipper, slowly so he could feel it as the metal zipper gave way over his straining erection, so he could feel the way the metal vibrated ever so slightly. I quickly took him out of his pants and soon he was laying naked in front of me, his legs parted slightly and flushed.
"You're still clothed," he murmured up at me.
"You want me naked?"
"It's too warm for clothing," he said instead. I chuckled and moved over him, pressing my hips down to graze his hard member with the rough fabric of my jeans. He moaned in half-pain, half-pleasure and torn between pulling away and grinding himself against me. I kissed him, stealing the moans away before they could be voiced. I pushed against him a few times, causing him to shudder and part his legs just a bit more as I laid between them. One of my hands wandered down his side to his thighs. Then they skimmed over the sensitive skin again before I moved them between his legs and delved between them to find his entrance. He cried out sharply and arched slightly as my hand wandered him there, brushing his balls and finally touching that very private spot of his. I pushed my finger against it, watching as his face flushed even further and listening to the soft cries of pleasure as I teased him.
"Shi...geru...Please...oh please," he begged.
"Please what?"
"Take off your clothes! I want to touch you!" he gasped, twisting against my ministrations. I pulled away swiftly and quickly divested myself of my clothing, kicking off my shoes and tugging my jeans down. I was soon as naked as he was and grinding myself against him. He cried out, soft screams as he grasped blindly at me, his eyes unseeing as he was lost into the pleasure of our members crushed together painfully yet so pleasurable it drove us insane. I kissed him, nipped at him, my hands caressing him and running them through his dark hair. I touched him all over, unable to get enough of him. He was making sounds of want, need, pleasure while arching and shaking against my touch.
When I first had him three years ago I had been stunned at his passion. He had been so eager and ready to learn, virgin that he was. I had been almost unable to control myself as I touched him, kissed him and just plain drove him into a frenzy. When I first pushed into him he had been so tight I almost came right away. He had been moaning as tears slipped down his face, the sensations and small pains of being parted and forced to accomadate me overwhelming him. But once I showed him that there was pleasure from this, I almost lost myself while taking him. He had been so passionate, so eager, his body tensing and relaxing without warning, squeezing me in their virgin confines. After coming for the first time, he had almost passed out in my arms. Being so sensitive had overwhelmed him to the brink of falling unconscious. Luckily he didn't, but I could see that he was so very close. He had fallen asleep rather quickly, though.
Now, after so many times of making love, he still hadn't lost his sensitivity or his deep passion. He was still so wonderfully eager, perfect for me, a person who needed a lover who would respond as strongly as he does.
Before I knew it, a tube of lubricant was in my hands and I was coating my fingers. I slowly slid them into him, pushing deeply and then stretching him. I slicked his insides with lubricant, making him nice and wet so I could fit in him without any trouble. Being taken dry is one of the most painful sensations. I was about to coat my member when his small hands reached out and took the tube from me. He squeezed the slick gel onto the palm of his hand. Then he reached down and began to touch me, covering me with the warm gel. I moaned and shoved myself into his hands, wanting more of the delicious friction. He merely smiled and finished slicking me before he threw the tube somewhere and pulled me over him. I quickly positioned myself and pushed himself deeply into his tight eat.
"Aaaaah!" he screamed and bucked against me. I gasped and pushed deeper, causing him to let loose broken sobs, his hands clutching at my shoulders as I took him deeper and deeper before pulling out and relieving some of the pressure. Then I was driving into him again, harder and almost even deeper. He screamed again and arched against me, his legs wrapped around my waist, pushing me against the walls of his entrance.
"You feel so good," I gasped as I pulled out and shoved inside again. He gasped and threw back his head.
"Harder! Make it harder!" he demanded. I smiled and began to pound into him, careful yet with enough force to satisfy him. He was making all sorts of noises as I took him again and again, loving the hard friction of being encased in such a heated tunnel. In and out, in and out...I took him faster and faster with more and more force as I felt confident he could take it. We both liked it hard although there were times when we took it gently. But it was just more fulfilling and felt so much more perfect when we took it hard. Making love was to let go of everything and just be, not to restrain yourself. Reaching between us, I grasped his weeping member and tugged at the end before I began to earnestly pump it.
"Shigeru!! Oh gods...Shigeru!! Yes! Oh yes!" he wailed, his breathing becoming more rapid and almost hysterical from the twin sensations of pleasure.
"Yes! Harder! Faster...oh GODS!" Then he gasped sharply and cried out as he came, splashing against my chest and dripping down to my hand and his stomach. He moaned and panted softly, dazed from the force of his orgasm. I slammed into him once, twice before I, too, came hard. I buried myself even deeper and moaned loudly as my seed came rushing out to fill his body. The hot, thick gobs of semen splashing against the walls of his insides. I fell against him, breathing hard, for a moment before lifting myself to my hands. I slowly pulled out of him, watching with satisfaction as the whitish stuff began to leak out of him, staining the already soiled sheets. I stood up and forced my limbs to carry me to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and wetted it before walking back to gently clean away at the mess on his limps limbs. I cleaned myself as well before I dropped the towel on the floor to be cleaned later and tore away at the sheets. Then I climbed into the bare bed and pulled the blanket over us. He turned and cuddled against me, smiling sleepily. He rested his head against my shoulder and sighed in satisfied exhaustion.
"That was...wonderful." I smiled and nodded as I kissed him on the forehead.
"See? We *can* do something in this heat." He laughed and snuggled closer before falling asleep. I knew, when we awake, we would be sweaty and *very* sticky as well as too hot. But I would worry about that when we woke up.
~*Owari*~

And done! *V* This is also my first posted ShiShi fanfiction. What do you think?
[1] Hell is cold but I decided to use that description since, well, everyone thinks Hell is hot! *V*
[2] I think it's cute when Geru-chan is arrogant like that! *swoons*