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*