Pokemon -- Costume Closet
Title: Costume Closet
Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing: James x Butch
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Pokemon and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: I’m sitting here, watching Pokemon, and I thought: There is NO WAY I revisit my old fandom and NOT write anything.
“Have I told you lately that I hate you?”
James’ emerald eyes glared at his companion through the darkness of the costume closet; he shifted a bit to make sure he wasn’t standing on any of Jessie’s shoes, knowing his quick-tempered partner in crime would likely skin him alive if he so much as scuffed them.
“Don’t be like that.” Even without seeing him, James could hear the grin on Butch’s face as he spoke. “Come a little closer.”
“No,” James whined. “It’s too embarrassing!”
“What are you talking about? It’s not like you haven’t worn it before.” Butch’s hands reached out blindly; his grin widened when he felt the ruffles of the schoolgirl skirt.
“That was different,” James hissed as Butch’s fingers tugged on the cloth, pulling him forward. “Don’t rip it!”
“Shush now.” Butch leaned close, pressing his mouth to the side of James’ neck, giving him a gentle nip. “If you’re going to talk, you have to call me Teacher or Mr. Principal.”
James shivered, feeling his face flush, and he squirmed under the touch.
“You are such a pervert.”
“‘You are such a pervert’…what?”
“I’m not calling you either of those ridiculous names!”
“Such a naughty student,” Butch chided playfully. His hand slipped around to grab at the other man’s behind. “Do I have to spank you?”
“No!” James’ entire body felt hotter from Butch’s words.
“Then if you don’t want to be punished, you’ll just have to stay quiet.” Butch’s free hand slid up James’ skirt to grip firmly between his legs. James moaned, head falling forward to rest on Butch’s shoulder. His hands gripped at the teal-haired man’s arms, and Butch chuckled lowly, rubbing at the hard heat in his hand. James jerked into the touch, biting his lip to muffle another sound of pleasure. “Yeah…” Butch breathed, smirking smugly. “You like that?”
“Oh, Mr. Principal…”
Butch grunted in approval, tightened his grip and increased his pace to a rate he knew the other man found unbearable. James’ lips parted and right on cue…
The closet door swung open, and they found themselves staring at two wide, blinking blue eyes. They jumped apart quickly.
“Jessie!”
“It’s not how it looks!”
Jessie raised a single, skeptical eyebrow and whistled.
“Whatever. Just don’t make a mess on my clothes.”
She closed the door and Butch made to grab him again, but was brutally rebuffed as James kneed him in the groin.
“Moment’s gone, Mr. Principal.”