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The fault here lies with Ami-chan. She made me write it. And the whole thing was finished in one night, which explains both the plot and characterisation.
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Late one evening, in Team Rocket Headquarters...
James morosely stared at the wall. It was spotted with posters, but he simply gazed straight through them. His concentrated sulking was interrupted when the door creaked open. Butch strode in and dropped onto the bench beside him. "You heard, too?" he asked, quietly.
James nodded.
Butch heaved a huge sigh. "They're probably going to end up killing each other this time. I don't know what Cass was thinking..."
"Jesse's not _that_ bad," James snapped, defensively.
"No, I'm sure they'll be _very_ happy together," Butch replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "just like they were last time."
James gave him a blank look.
"Jesse never told you?"
"Jesse never even _mentioned_ her until we ran into you at the breeding centre."
"You're lucky. They had a..." he coughed lightly into this fist, "turbulent relationship."
James perked up a bit, his love of gossip momentarily overcoming his grief at losing his partner. "How turbulent?"
"Turbulent enough for Cass to find something new to complain about practically every day. She even talked about her in _bed_. Do you have any _idea_ how _irritating_ that is?"
James blushed and turned away. "...no..."
In the silence that followed, James' mind attempted to convince him that he would die a virgin. Before he could descend another rung on the ladder of depression, his train of thought was shattered by a sob from beside him.
"Uh, Butch? Are you alright?"
"No..." He was almost doubled over, his face hidden in his hands. "I miss Cassidy..."
Having been partnered with Jesse for so long, James was unsure how to cope with this unmanly show of vulnerability. Hesitantly he slipped his arm around the other youth's shoulders. "It'll be okay. They'll probably have broken up by the end of the week... or killed each other... or something..." He trailed off as Butch's arms snaked around his waist and pulled him close. He began to wish he'd worn his overshirt as well, then began to worry about worrying about that. "Butch..."
He was answered only by a fresh stream of tears, and a vaguely audible spiel about whining lesbians. He patted his back and tried to push his mind away from the unease that was steadily growing the longer Butch remained in his arms, and the mess that he was making of his shirt.
Eventually, he leaned back and scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I'm sorry. I know th... I really needed to unload. I'm sorry." He gave James a tear-stained smile and squeezed his shoulder, gratefully.
James inched forward again to close the gap between them, then realised that he had, and blushed. "That's okay," he managed, trying to keep up a semblance of a normal conversation. Finally daring to meet Butch's eyes, he found he was being stared at rather strangely. He opened his mouth to form some excuse.
"So," Butch pre-empted, "you and Jesse weren't... together."
"No," James admitted, "but..."
"I _see_." Butch moved his hand from James' shoulder to lay it flat on his chest. James gulped. Butch leaned in a little closer. James, feeling that he was losing control of the situation a little, pushed forward and kissed him.
To his surprise, Butch kissed back immediately, almost eagerly. He had bet on shocking the other youth into realising exactly what they were doing... instead he had a hand sneaking about his hips, and a tongue gently caressing his own. He considered pulling back, firmly removing Butch's hands from his body and telling him that he was not only straight but technically engaged to be married, and as such had absolutely no interest in... yes, he would, in just a minute...
Suddenly, the hand that had been exploring his hips shifted position and gently squeezed... James squeaked and clung to Butch's shoulders, momentarily forgetting the wonderful things his tongue was doing inside his mouth. Butch's thumb found the tip, and circled. "Nice?" he whispered, leaning so close that James could feel him smile against his cheek. He clung on tighter and whimpered. Butch's other hand began fumbling with the top button of James' trousers, and he finally did squirm away.
"Butch... What if someone catches us?"
He looked around the deserted (human) gym. "It's late, nobody's going to find us. Anyway, don't you think the boss is more likely to bug the dorms?"
Suddenly overcome with paranoia, James tried to look into all the corners of the room simultaneously. Butch took advantage of the confusion to lead him away from the bench and towards the big fluffy crash-mats on the other side of the room. He quickly removed his boots and socks, shrugged off his over shirt, and pulled the tight-fitting undershirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He then pulled James down onto the mat with him, and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly.
It seemed that everywhere James put his hands they encountered naked flesh. Once again distracted by Butch's tongue (he kept lapping the tip against the roof of his mouth in a way that demanded immediate and complete attention), he gave up, and left one hand on the small of Butch's back, while the other trailed idly up and down his spine, fascinated by the rises of flesh and bone.
Butch gently worked his fingers underneath James' shirt, still damp from his earlier tears, and pulled it upward. He accommodatingly arched his back away from the ground, allowing Butch to pull the shirt over his head, leaving his hair attractively dishevelled. Butch ruffled it still further, kissed him once, tenderly, on the lips, took one slender, smooth-skinned hand, and pulled it to his own crotch. James fumbled inexpertly through the thick material of his uniform trousers, and Butch guided his hand towards the zip.
James met his eyes, giving him a look of silent pleading. Butch backed off, unfastened the trousers himself and slipped out of them, which left him wearing only black cotton boxer shorts. James, propped up on his elbows, was openly staring, and Butch gave him his best sly grin. James smiled back, sat up, and held out his hands, but Butch knelt between his feet first to pull of his heavy uniform boots.
Once James' feet were as bare as his own, Butch started to inch his way upwards, running his hands up James' calves, slowly parting his legs as he went. As he worked his way up, James began to look more and more uncertain. Butch finally rested one palm on his groin, and gave him a questioning look. In reply, James simply covered the hand with both of his own and guided his fingertips...
While gently stroking James (who had flopped backwards, overcome by pleasure), with one hand, Butch unfastened the white uniform trousers with the other. James, paying very little overt attention to the world around him, provided no help, but Butch succeed in removing them without much trouble. James apparently also preferred boxers, but his were creamy- white in colour, and from the texture, Butch assumed they were silk, or something similar. At the moment, they were being pulled more than a little out of shape, and Butch reached for the waistband to remedy the situation, but James pulled his hands away. "No..."
"No?"
"No..."
"Okay," Butch whispered, and instead he kissed James' stomach, worked his way over his chest, up his neck, paused briefly at his ear to give it a thorough bathing with his tongue, then back up to his mouth, draping his body over that of the purple-haired youth.
James kissed him enthusiastically, his hands now roaming freely over his body. Butch moved his hips slowly from side to side, making them both moan, and James thrust upwards, helplessly. Butch pulled away, breaking the kiss. James craned upwards, trying to reach his mouth, but he remained out of range. As compensation, he pushed both hands through James' hair, smoothing it back from his face. Meeting his excited gaze, he murmured, "what do you want?"
"Don't stop," James gasped.
"_Look_ at me," Butch protested. "I'm going to have to stop soon, one way or the other."
A brief look of fear passed over James' face, to be replaced a split-second later with determination. He pushed gently at Butch's shoulders. "Get off me a second." Butch climbed off, his face and body flushed, and the evidence of his arousal all too apparent. The situation was not helped by James, who got to his feet and, his eyes never leaving Butch's, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down.
He immediately lay back down beside Butch and nestled up to him, effectively removing his body from Butch's line of sight. However, the green-haired youth held him at arms-length, and embarked upon a detailed study.
"Stop it," he protested, feeling the blood rush to his face.
"You're gorgeous," Butch said, with distracted honesty. James blushed harder and mentally preened, while Butch rid himself of his own remaining garment. They kissed once, long and hard, then James, wanting very much to relinquish any control he had remaining, rolled over onto his stomach, then got up onto all fours.
He heard Butch move up behind him, and then felt his hands gently stroke down his back. He tensed involuntarily at the prospect of what he was sure would be an unpleasant experience. Instead, he received a line of kisses planted down his spine. He moaned softly as Butch's mouth travelled further down, while his strong hands slowly eased his buttocks apart.
When Butch first dragged the flat of his soft, wet tongue over his sensitive entrance, he cried out with unexpected pleasure. Butch proceeded to thoroughly lick him out, and he continued to moan with enjoyment. By the time Butch was ready to move on, James had been reduced to a quavering pile of flesh, almost ready to collapse.
Butch, noticing this situation of extreme relaxation, took his own erection in one hand and rubbed the swollen head over the path of his tongue, moistening the skin further. He slipped his other hand between James' legs to engulf the beautiful shaft of rosy flesh with his free hand. He smiled at the soft cry that resulted, and leaned forward to kiss James' back.
James pulled in a deep gasp of air. "Please," he whispered.
"Oh, James..."
"Butch..."
He eased forward slowly. James gritted his teeth, arched his neck back, and forced himself to relax. Butch pushed slowly completely inside and draped himself over James' back, bring his other hand around to cup his soft, sensitive scrotum. He squirmed slightly at the new touch, but remained silent.
"You alright?" Butch whispered.
James nodded his head vigorously, and Butch began gently fondling his new partner's genitals. He continued the stimulation until the delicious pressure surrounding his cock loosened a little. Then he began to thrust slowly in and out, loving the wet firmness of James' willing body.
The hand on his cock began to alter rhythm, changing from gentle strokes to firm pumps, and James began to push carefully back. To his delight the uncomfortable bulk filling him changed, providing a wonderful sensation as it moved slickly inside him. He pushed back harder, and Butch let go of his balls to put a hand on his hip, steadying him and timing their thrusts to coincide. The feelings got more and more intense, but at such a slow pace it was difficult for him to concentrate on keeping in sync with his partner. The euphoria grew at a frustrating level, until Butch changed angle slightly, and he touched something deep inside James.
The purple-haired youth came immediately and unexpectedly, crying out in surprise and gratified pleasure. All Butch knew was that the walls of strong muscle that had been cushioning his inflamed cock suddenly clamped down hard around him, sending a wave of almost unbearable pleasure through his body. He gripped James' hips with both hands, and clung until the last spasm of orgasm had died.
Hardly daring to move in case he exploded from pleasure or used up the last drop of energy in his body, he withdrew his rapidly deflating cock, and pulled James down to the softness of the mat, rolling away from the wet spot. The chill of the plastic cover was a shock on his naked skin, and he snuggled up close to James, who grabbed a few items of clothing at random and used them as makeshift blankets. Butch brushed James' hair back from his face and kissed him. He wasn't nearly as soft and warm as Cassidy to cuddle, but then making love without being tied up had more than made up for that. He watched in silence as James' big green eyes slowly closed, and his body relaxed completely. He lay awake for a while longer, gently disentangling the mess that James' hair had become, then finally began to give in to sleep himself.
He was just drifting off when a voice beside his ear shocked him back into wakefulness. "What're we going to tell Jesse and Cassidy? You know they're never going to stay together."
Butch kissed him slowly, gently exploring every last part of his mouth, and allowing him to explore in turn. When both were satisfied and finally broke apart, Butch gazed deep into James' eyes. "Who cares?"
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