Love Power

by Ceefax.

After The Evils of Truth and Love I swore I would never write another threesome. This is it... and this time they're all blokes. I am NEVER going to write another threesome...

Oh, and as to the lack of condoms... as if they do have STDs in Pokémon world. And even if they did, you could probably cure them all with super potion.

(Thanks to Katy for making me write it in the first place)

Butch shuffled uncomfortably. "I'm not sure about this..."

James scowled at him. "You agreed. And stop hiding behind the pinball machine."

"It's disgusting!"

"You didn't say that last night..."

"I was pissed! Let's just go home..."

"You promised!" Another teenaged boy in a tight shirt pushed between them, and Butch took advantage of the distraction to squeeze further behind the pinball machine. James rolled his eyes in despair. "I'm going to get another drink. Want one?"

"No."

"Stay there, I'll be right back. Actually, on second thoughts, you're coming with me."

He dragged the unwilling youth over to the bar, shouldering aside all the brightly dressed clubbers. While Butch sulked, he attempted to attract the overworked bartender's attention.

"Can you make a slippery nipple?"

The bartender grinned at him. "Best in Neon town."

"He's not coming," Butch said. "We might as well go."

"Trust me, it'll be fun. He's gorgeous, and completely clueless." He paid for his drink and leaned against the bar, surveying the crowd.

"This place'll probably put him off, then. It's a bloody meat market."

"Nice meat, though," James said, and giggled. Butch was about to give an appropriately scornful reply when James abruptly straightened, staring at the doors like a fearow spotting fresh meat. "Once again, Butch, my love, you're completely wrong. Hey Brock!" he yelled, waving. "Over here!"

The dark skinned boy saw him and, with a relieved smile, waved back.

"Where's his eyes?"

"Shut up, Butch."

Brock picked his way across the club, avoiding the dance floor, and finally managed to squash up to the bar beside Butch and James. "This place sure is crowded..."

His opening attempt at small talk was cut off when James kissed him noisily on the lips. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it. This is Butch. Butch, didn't I tell you he was gorgeous?" Brock blushed. James waved enthusiastically at the bartender. "What do you want to drink?"

"Well, I..."

"Rum and coke, and another slippery nipple, please. Butch?"

"Beer."

"He insists on being manly," James stage whispered to Brock, wrapping his arms around both his companions shoulders. Brock laughed nervously, while Butch glared. When the drinks arrived, Butch gulped down half a pint in one go. James sipped delicately at his, then gave them both a delighted grin. "Who wants to dance?"

Butch took another pull. "Fuck off."

"Fine, be like that. Come on, Brock."

He dragged him out onto the dance floor. It was so packed that dancing was not actually possible, however James made the most of the situation. Butch watched with an indulgent smile, and finished his drink. He then finished Brock's, and waded out to where his boyfriend was swaying vaguely in time with the music, his hands on Brock's arse, and his tongue down his throat. Cupping James' own pert, firm buttocks, he leaned forward and whispered "let's go."

***

Butch pulled the keys out of his jacket pocket, and attempted to remove the giggling James from between him and the door. Brock was hanging back, huddled in a large puffa jacket, shooting occasional insecure looks at James.

He finally managed to open the door. They filed in. James dropped his coat on the floor. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head and kicked his shoes off onto the sofa. Brock removed his jacket and held it nervously. Butch took it from him, scooped up James' discarded items of clothing and took them through into the cloakroom. When he returned, James had coaxed Brock onto the sofa and they were kissing. James held out his free arm, and Butch slid in beside him. James turned around and kissed him too, his mouth tasting slightly unfamiliar. Butch was just deciding that he quite liked the taste, when James started to pull away. He bit gently into his tongue to keep him still, and the green-eyed youth moaned with unusual enthusiasm. He normally objected when Butch wasn't gentle.

Finally releasing James, who flopped back against the cushions with a satisfied sigh, Butch leaned over and grabbed Brock, pulling his body forward to kiss him just as thoroughly. The other hand snaked up to caress his tense shoulders. "I think I drank too much," James announced happily. "It's all gone swimmy..."

"Go make some coffee," Butch suggested, pulling Brock to his feet. James climbed off the sofa and weaved towards the kitchen.

"This is a nice place," Brock said, hardly sounding nervous at all. "Is it yours?"

Butch smiled indulgently and guided him towards the bedroom door. "Yeah, and you don't want to know how much the rent is." He dug his fingers into the thick fabric of Brock's black, long-sleeved top. "Why don't we get rid of this?"

He obligingly pulled the garment off over his head, then kissed Butch hard and clumsily, almost overbalancing them, determined to prove he wasn't scared.

They finally fell onto the bed when James' naked form flew though the air and tackled them both. They hit the mattress hard, pinned beneath his slender, white-skinned body. He pushed himself up to grin at them. "I have the _best_ taste in men," he announced, then kissed them each in turn.

"James?"

"Yes, Butch?"

"Ow."

"Sorry, love." He kissed him again. Then kissed Brock again. Then kissed Butch again. "Mmm... I'm really sorry..."

Butch gently pushed him onto Brock, then sat up to remove the rest of his clothes, pausing occasionally to stroke James' smooth, bare back.

Brock was beginning to look very relaxed, his hands exploring James' shoulders and one of his legs hooked around James's naked hips. Butch reached out and ran a hand down over his leg to his ankle, then began to unknot the lace of his boot.

While Butch undressed Brock's feet, James surreptitiously worked on the fly of his tight, black jeans. He wasn't getting very far. Butch pulled off the other boot and dropped it to the floor, shortly followed by Brock's socks. He ran his fingers lightly over the instep, causing the toes to curl, and a muffled squeak to emerge from above. He shifted his attention to James' foot, sliding his hand up over his calf, tickling him behind the knee, squeezing his thigh, then travelling up a little further to knead the warm flesh of his left buttock. He walked his fingers up his spine, then pushed them into the soft mess of lavender hair. He took a firm grip, then pulled him up away from Brock.

"Argghh! Butch! That bloody well _hurts_ you bastard, what the fuck...?!"

He grabbed Brock's hand, pulled him off the bed, and removed his jeans as quickly as possible. When he turned back to the bed, James was sitting propped up against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest, and a distinctly pissed-off look on his face. "James, please don't sulk."

"You know, you could have just asked."

Brock tried to subtly hide behind Butch.

"Look, you've upset him, now," James chastised, indicating Brock.

Butch turned and planted his hands on the golden-skinned shoulders. He guided the mortified Brock back to the bed, and pushed him down to sit on the edge beside James. "Why don't you make it up to him?"

"Fine. But I'm still mad at you."

Butch took a seat at the foot of the bed, and watched James take his first unobscured look at Brock's naked body. As his eyes slowly travelled downwards, his grin widened. Brock returned the intense gaze with a faraway look, his fingertips caressing James' chest. As Butch shuffled up to lounge beside them, James eased Brock back to lie flat without taking his eyes away from the younger boy's groin. Butch snuggled up to their side, kissed Brock, and comfortingly stroked his neck and torso. His broad chest and almost non-existent hips created an unfamiliar image after so much exposure to James' softer, more feminine body. The object of both their attentions slid brown-skinned hands around Butch's neck and pulled him closer, while James sat between his knees, teasingly stroking his inner thighs.

Butch looked up when Brock suddenly moaned, his spine arching upwards. James had just closed his long, elegant fingers around Brock's large, semi-erect penis.

James' huge green eyes met Butch's, and he smiled, lazily. "You see, love? _That's_ what a cock's _supposed_ to look like."

With an irritated growl, he swiped at James, who easily avoided the half-playful blow. Brock gave a gasp of dismay as James' hand left him to shield himself from Butch's attack, but gasped with pleasure a few seconds later when the delicious pressure returned. James coaxed Brock's hips upward and shuffled forward, until the brown buttocks were resting on his knees. He licked one finger and, taking full advantage of the new position, gently teased Brock's tight, sensitive entrance.

Butch had given up kissing him, as he was far too distracted to respond. Instead he ran his hands over his body, enjoying the contrast between his own pale pink flesh and Brock's warm cinnamon, and watching the younger boy's reactions as James brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Gripping the base of his shaft firmly, and continuing to pump, James bent forward and carefully lapped at the very tip... He couldn't reach very well, he was bent almost double, and had to stick his tongue out as far as he possibly could just to make contact. Consequently, when Brock finally did convulse in orgasm, James got _covered_. "I'm sorry," Brock gasped, wriggling backwards to sit up. "I didn't mean..."

"It's okay," James reassured him, wiping the worst away with one arm, while desperately suppressing an amused grin. He leaned over the side of the bed and fished for the towel that he and Butch kept there.

"Do you want me to...?" Brock trailed off delicately, reaching out to James. Butch took his wrists and pushed him back to sit against the headboard.

"Don't be greedy," he admonished. "You've just had a turn. James, get..."

Pre-empting him, James dropped the jar of lubricant into his hand, paused to kiss the sole of Brock's foot (making him giggle and pull the foot away) and crawled across the bed to flop into Butch's arms. He kissed him deeply, shooting occasional glances up at Brock, who was openly staring at both their slender, naked bodies.

James quickly rolled over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow to elevate his hips. Brock reached down, and ran his fingers through the mussed purple mass of hair that had fallen forward to all but cover James' face. Butch began massaging his back, teasingly ignoring the desperate moans given out every time his hand strayed downwards.

"Butch," James finally begged. "Please..."

"Please, what?" he ran one finger lightly between James' buttocks.

"Mmmm. Please...?"

He slid his hands up his sides, tickling his ribs and making him squirm, then used a forefinger to track down his spine, digging the fingers of his other hand into the jar of lube. Growling with frustration, James pushed himself up onto his side, reaching for his own swollen cock.

Butch grabbed his hands and fell forward over his body, pinning him down and making him cry out with pain. "Brock, grab his hands."

Brock took a hesitant hold on the outstretched wrists. "Get on with it, then," James howled in protest, as Butch sat back again.

"Patience, my little idiot."

James started hitting his forehead against the mattress. Butch slapped him firmly on the arse.

"Stop it."

He twisted his head to meet Butch's eyes, and gave his best pleading whimper. Butch sighed in mock resignation, and pushed one slick finger into James' tight, hot opening. He cried out and arched his spine with pleasure, trying to push himself upwards to gain more stimulation. Butch pressed a hand on the small of his back to hold him still, and slowly added another finger.

He looked up at Brock, who gave him a bright, excited smile, then let his gaze travel downwards. The younger boy was already partially erect, and he had let go of James' wrists. Instead, their fingers were tightly intertwined, James' giving fitful little squeezes every time Butch's fingers dived deep. He pushed a third finger into James' open, willing body, making him writhe. His head fell limply to the mattress beside Brock's knee, eyes closed, and lips pulled back in a happy grin.

Butch removed his spare hand from James' back and reached again for the lube. He coated his own short, slim cock (which James never tired of teasing him about) and eased out his fingers.

James' head snapped around, eyes shining with anticipation. Butch took the base of his firm shaft in one hand, half-closing his eyes at the pleasure of his own touch, and, using the fingers of the other hand, stroked up and down James' spine as he pushed himself in.

He and James cried out together as he carefully moved forward. He rolled his head back, closed his eyes, and began to thrust gently. He looked up again, at a faint moan from Brock. The darker-skinned youth was gazing at them both with a glazed, dreamy look on his face. His cock stood away from his body, and he was fidgeting, obviously uncomfortable. Butch thought that if James hadn't been holding his hands so tightly he would be touching himself. He began to thrust faster.

It didn't take much to bring him close, and he took no precautions to delay it. James cried with wordless disappointment as he felt Butch's cum trickle between his buttocks. "Brock," Butch gasped, "come here. I think someone needs finishing off."

James pushed himself up onto his knees and held out his arms to Brock, who shuffled eagerly forward. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed deeply, rubbing their hips together and moaning from the much-needed stimulation. Butch sat back out of the way and watched, his eyes half-closed with satisfaction, lightly stroking his spent cock.

Wrapping himself firmly around Brock, James fell backwards, pulling them both down. He hastily hooked his legs over Brock's shoulders and looked expectantly into his new partner's eyes.

"He wants you to fuck him," Butch said, the tiredness sounding in his voice.

"Why do you always have to be so..."

"He wants you to make love to him. Happy?"

"No..."

Brock looked down at the spread, willing body beneath him, then helplessly up at Butch.

James moaned, impatiently. Butch sighed, despairingly. "Just stick it in. It'll be fine."

Brock tried to struggle free of James' limbs, the blood leaving his cock, and apparently rushing straight for his face. "Maybe I should just..."

James rolled over and grabbed his waist. "Stay there." He bent forward and fastened his lips around the deflating member. Brock cried out involuntarily and thrust his hips forward. James smiled around his mouthful of meat, as he felt it quickly regain it's former impressive size. Once Brock was again fully erect, fully relaxed, and moaning with pleasure, he disengaged and turned around, standing on his hands and knees. Butch left his comfortable slumping position and moved behind Brock, slipping his hands over the smaller, rougher ones. He guided one hand between James' legs, making their mutual lover gasp with surprise. The other hand he gently folded around Brock's own penis, guiding it gently to James' lubed, stretched entrance.

He pushed in easily. James squealed with delight and pressed back gently. Butch caressed Brock's back and shoulders, massaging the golden flesh, as he began to thrust harder. Transferring his weight to one hand, James reached up and covered Brock's hand with his own, guiding his fingers to bring himself the most pleasure. He had been in a state of extreme arousal for so long that it was taking longer than usual for him to reach orgasm, but the steadily increasing feelings of pleasure more than made up for the delay. "Mmm, that's so nice..."

"Yeah," Brock agreed, breathlessly, not pausing in his rhythm.

Butch reached beyond Brock to run his fingers over James' back, then across his ribs to the sensitive spot near the edge of his ribcage. He squeaked and wriggled, then abruptly gave a strained cry and arched his back, shoving his pelvis hard against Brock. Butch heard the faint sound of cum falling to the mattress, Brock was too involved in his own pleasure to notice.

James began to push back in earnest, eager for Brock to come so he could collapse onto the pillows and sleep. As James' redoubled efforts and Butch's gentle ministrations took effect, Brock's thrusts became faster and faster, and his cries became louder and louder. James squeezed him gently on each forward thrust, and Brock was finally sent over the edge. His body shook, and he clung desperately to James, pushing his cock as deep as he could as wave after wave of long-awaited pleasure washed over him.

Withdrawing slowly, he flopped to one side, dragging in deep lungfuls of air. James curled up at his side, wrapping all four limbs around his body. Butch crawled to his other side and gently entwined his fingers with James', lying limp on Brock's shoulder.

"See?" James asked, sleepily. "I told you it would be fun."

"Shut up, James."

"You loved it. Admit it."

"_Ja_mes..."

"_I_ loved it," Brock said, a huge smile plastered across his face.

"So did I." James opened his eyes and glared at Butch.

"Fine. Okay. It was fun."

"Good."

"Now shut up and go to sleep."

the end