Summer came and went. Fall rolled in like a quiet wave in the weeks following our stay at Reggie's. After that trip, I found myself spending a lot more time there—especially when Paul was working. Sometimes we'd sleep over together, and other times I'd go alone. After walking there with Paul a few times, I could easily get to and from Alain's house on my own. When I wasn't at Reggie's, I was usually with Tutu. I'd visit her at the diner during her shifts or drop by when she was off. She kept talking about wanting to have Paul and me over for a home-cooked dinner, but work kept her schedule packed. Still, she made time for me—more than I expected. I got lunch at the diner almost every day, and I never paid. As soon as I walked in, she'd send Paul on his break so we could eat together. I liked seeing him there—especially on mornings when I woke up to an empty bed. I missed him when he was gone. More than that, I was bored when he wasn't around.

There was only so much cleaning I could do before I ran out of things to occupy my hands. After that, it was just me, the TV, and some video games—neither of which made me feel particularly productive. Paul had a job. Richie had a job. And I couldn't just loiter around their workplaces. I brought up job hunting again, but Paul still didn't want me to.

"I have you taken care of," he reminded me often. "Don't stress yourself. You've been through a lot. Just take it easy."

"I've taken it easy all summer, Paul."

"All summer?" he challenged, arching a brow. "Half the summer we weren't even together."

According to him, those first couple months didn't count. He wanted me to really relax. Go on walks. Explore hobbies. Focus on self-care. Not job applications. He didn't mind me doing housework but warned against going overboard. To him, "overboard" meant obsessing or doing everything in one day.

But our rented room at Alain's wasn't big enough for deep cleaning marathons. I kept up with the laundry, vacuuming, and bathroom. That was it. With no actual job and not much to clean, all my free time started to feel... inconvenient.

I understood where he was coming from—he was looking out for me. He wanted me to feel free for once. And a job would tie me to the very cycle I'd finally escaped. I appreciated his intentions. They were good ones. But it didn't stop me from wanting something to call my own.

I wasn't trying to be a housewife. We weren't married. We didn't have our own place or a family. I wasn't caring for anything or anyone besides myself, and honestly? That got dull pretty fast.

My days revolved around Paul. When he was gone, I had nothing to do.

Even Alain worked. Pikachu and Shinx were low-maintenance—some food, a quick brushing, and they were off napping or play-wrestling with each other. Sometimes I fed both, but Alain usually handled Shinx. When I fed Pikachu, Shinx was always curious and ended up scoring extra treats.

In comparison to Reggie's busy household, taking care of just those two was barely anything. Once they were fed and settled, I was alone again. And quiet.

They'd go off and nap together, and I'd find myself talking to them just to hear a voice in the room. It wasn't long before full one-sided conversations became my norm. I totally get Reggie's loneliness now. Talking to yourself all day made you feel like you were slipping a little.

That lasted for about a week.

One afternoon, Alain walked in early and caught me mid-debate with myself.

Pikachu and Shinx sat across from me on the floor. I was voicing both sides of a heated discussion on which Poképuffs tasted better. I was basically using them like puppets—Pikachu preferred berry, Shinx was pro-chocolate. It was ridiculous.

Alain froze in the doorway. His eyes narrowed.

"Should I be worried?" he asked.

I looked up from the 'debate,' my face flushing. "I'm just bored. And maybe losing it."

"Do I need to call Paul?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just... need a job."

He walked past me with a smirk. "You could always try jacking off like most guys. Or maybe, I don't know, a new hobby?"

I groaned. "I'd rather talk to myself than do that all day."

"To each their own, I guess."

We weren't best friends or anything, but Alain and I got along. More than he and Paul, honestly. Their conversations were usually short and surface-level. Alain wasn't exactly chatty either, but when we did talk, it felt easy. Comfortable.

Sometimes I'd sit and watch whatever he had on TV while Pikachu napped on my lap and Shinx lay nearby. If Alain clicked his tongue, Shinx would immediately jump over for ear scratches and head kisses.

The affection ramped up when Alain had been drinking.

One time, I got home before Paul and found Alain on the carpet. At first, I thought he was hurt—until I realized he was crawling toward Shinx like a zombie. Then he collapsed beside him, rubbing his face into Shinx's fluffy side, giggling softly.

The cat Pokémon purred like it was the best day of its life.

Later, when Alain gave me grief for talking to myself, I threw it right back at him.

"Oh, like what I did was any weirder than your drunk Shinx snuggles?" I snapped. "Hypocrite."

"I was drunk. What's your excuse?"

Touché.

He strolled past me, grinning smugly. The fridge door creaked open, glass bottles clinking together.

And I stayed there on the floor, with Pikachu and Shinx looking up at me, quiet, loyal, and probably wondering who won the Poképuff debate. "Your boyfriend will be home anytime now. You can cuddle up to him soon. " Confused, I looked back at Alain. I took his comment the wrong way at first, feeling defensive from my housebound status. He was just being playful. Taking a swig of his beer, he pointed down to Shinx on his belly. 

"I've got this guy, he waits for me to come home. Paul has you for that," he explained, "Not saying you're his pet or anything." I ended up venting to Paul's brother about my unemployment dilemma during one of my afternoon visits to his house a couple of weeks later. I'd sulked around a bit from Paul after our last disagreement about me working. Paul reminded me he didn't doubt I was capable of working; he just didn't want me working some shitty minimum wage job. He knew that when I worked for Nurse Joy, I'd been lucky to be treated well. It still didn't make me feel any better, though. Paul promised me everything would work out. So needing to talk, I looked for Reggie. Around one o'clock and I was over, needing human interaction sooner than Paul could provide it while not off work yet. I didn't go in for lunch that day because he'd gone in extra early and would be out around two anyway. To me, venting to Reggie was more important than having lunch with Paul that day. Sitting on the floor surrounded by some baby Pichu, I watched them play amongst each other. Pikachu kept nearby, looking over his babies proudly. They had hatched weeks prior and were growing well. Reggie had one in hand and looked it over, noting traits and such that it had. 

"I think this one will do for the trainer," he mentioned approvingly, putting the Pichu down. "Now, back to Paul... I'm sure he means well with all this. You never know what he's planning ... Just saying." 

"I know he means well! I'm bored out of my mind though!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up. "Do you know what boredom is like? You have stuff to do all the time. I wish I had that!" 

"You're really losing your mind over this, huh?" Plopping back to lie on the living room floor, I let the Pichu climb on me. Two got on my belly and took turns jumping up and down. I didn't bother shooing them away. What was the point? "Reggie, Paul may as well knock me up and take away my shoes at this point," I sighed. 

"How's that old expression go? 'Barefoot and pregnant'? Ugh." 

"You're lucky you're a man, honestly. If he could keep you pregnant and at home, he would. I wouldn't put it past him at all... thank God for small miracles." 

"... is that a dick joke?" Lifting my head, I squinted at Reggie. He chuckled and assured me he hadn't meant to insinuate any size-related joke towards my genitals. I dropped my head back down on the floor. Reggie shook his head at my despair. 

"Can I help you with something? Please?" 

"Would helping me cook something make you feel better?" He offered. 

"Not really..." Reggie scoffed in good humor. 

"Then you're not that bored!" 

"I am so bored! I just don't know how to cook!" 

"... you don't?" Shaking my head no, I told him I could not cook. Reggie found that odd since I could do just about every other household task. Cleaning, sewing, laundry, gardening etc. Everything a housewife was expected to do, I could do. Except I couldn't cook. 

"How do you not know how to cook? This is seriously baffling me here, Ash. What kind of housewife are you? Poor Paul." 

"Hey! I resent that!" 

" Ha!" Reggie got a kick out of my disgruntlement. But the teasing left aside, he really couldn't fathom that cooking wasn't a skill of mine. How I knew everything else but not that one skill... he couldn't wrap his head around it. It seemed impossible to him. 

"My mom never taught me. I asked but he always found a reason to not show me" I answered Reggie. "I think it was her way of trying to keep me dependent on her. In a very bad way." 

"What do you mean?" 

" Like, if I could clean then she didn't have to pick up after me. But if I couldn't cook then I'd kind of be forced to come home and eat, stay with her. " 

"Your mother was a real picnic... sheesh." 

"Mom was the Ursaring that comes along and destroys the picnic then takes a big ol' shit on it." At my blunt statement Reggie laughed and came over to tap my side with his foot. 

"You're spending too much time with Paul, he's rubbing off on you." 

"Gee, I wonder why that is." I retorted sarcastically. "It's not like I have this thing that keeps me busy or anything. You know like... what are they called? Jobs?" 

"Yeah. Way too much time with Paul. Come with me" Reggie reached down to pull me to my feet and dragged me along to the kitchen. I asked what we were doing and he said it was time I learned to cook. I wasn't ecstatic but it was something to do. And it was useful... even I'd just be using the skill to make my boyfriend food when he was home from work.

"So... I boil the rice until there's no more steam coming out from the lid?" 

"That's right." Reggie took a pot of freshly steamed sushi rice off the stove. He used a wooden spoon to scoop it into a bowl. As the rice had been cooking, he showed me the rice vinegar and the sugar, which would be added after the rice cooled. On a cutting board in front of me, we had crab meat, cucumbers and avocado set out to be sliced. After showing me how to cut them, he left me to do it on my own as he prepared the sticky rice. I was shown how to make California rolls, Reggie spreading the ingredients out on sheets of Nori, then rolling them up and cutting them. I made the next one and Reggie left me to finish the rest. He brewed tea and I got a quick tutorial for that even though it was the easiest thing ever. The doorbell rang and Reggie went to answer it as I moved the sushi from the cutting board to a platter. A client came for the Pichu Reggie had picked for him. The door opened and shut again and I heard Reggie walking back, or so I thought. When I felt large hands grab my hips I knew it wasn't Reggie. "

What do we have here?" 

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" 

"Watch the sass." I got my ass pinched warningly and I wiggled it to shake off his hand. Paul kissed my cheek from behind and I nudged back at him with my shoulder passive aggressively. I wasn't mad at him but I was making a point to not encourage his view of me as a housebound figure because he really made no attempt to hide it. 

"Moody little homemaker, huh?" 

"Paul..." My boyfriend felt up my ass and kept his face craned down towards mine. Holding me close, he watched as I continued moving sushi on to the platter. Lips on the shell of my ear he blew warm air gently, making me nearly shiver. 

"What's so bad about this?" 

"It's not bad... I just want to feel useful" I mumbled meekly as Paul looked at the food I made approvingly. 

"This is-" 

"I think this is useful. You're always useful."

He spoke against my ear again, but this time more gently.
"You're not a homemaker. You're my partner. What you're doing right now? That's care. And I love that about you."

My face flushed despite myself, the sting of my earlier frustrations softened by his sincerity. He wasn't trying to box me in. He really believed this quiet domestic life—at least for now—was healing. And maybe it was, at least a little.

"I still want to get a job," I muttered.

Paul let go of my waist, but only so he could turn me around and face him properly. His hands settled on my hips again, this time more tenderly.

"And I'm not stopping you," he said, eyes meeting mine. "I just don't want you settling for something that makes you miserable. You've been through too much to throw yourself into anything less than what you deserve."

I chewed my lip. "What if what I deserve is just a job? Something to get me out of the house? Something normal?"

Paul exhaled slowly, pressing his forehead to mine. "Then I'll support you. Just... promise me you're doing it for you, not because you feel like you're letting me down."

That hit something in me. I didn't want to cry, but I blinked more than usual trying to stop the sting behind my eyes.

"I'll figure it out," I whispered.

"You will," he said softly. "And until then, we'll keep cooking sushi and yelling at Shinx when he jumps on the counter."

"Shinx never gets yelled at," I pointed out with a laugh. "He's your secret favorite."

Paul grinned and finally let go of me, reaching past to grab a piece of sushi off the tray. "Don't tell Pikachu."

Behind us, Reggie re-entered, casually tossing a towel over his shoulder. "Glad you two are done making eyes at each other. You kiss in my kitchen and I'm charging rent."

Paul smirked. "What if we cook for you in exchange?"

Reggie made a face. "Only if Ash keeps making these rolls. I just had one and I think I saw God."

I flushed again, but this time it was out of pride. "You don't think I'm useless now, huh?"

"Never did," Reggie replied, moving around us to pour tea. "You just needed something to do. And someone to believe in you."

Paul didn't say anything, but his hand found mine and gave it a quiet squeeze. I squeezed back.

Maybe I wasn't where I wanted to be yet. Maybe I didn't even know where that was. But I had people who believed in me. And maybe, for now, that was enough.

"Your boss let you off even earlier?" Reggie asked as he walked back in. 

"Wasn't expecting you for another hour." 

"It was slowing down. She told me there were more interesting things to see at home" At that Paul pinched my side and I batted his fingers away. I didn't like the teasing in front of his brother. When Paul pinched and poked at my body like that there was always a sexual motivation behind it. Him doing it while I was preparing food made it obvious to me he was taking pleasure in seeing me standing around doing housework. Doing it front of Reggie was just to get under my skin. 

"Do you consider Ash cooking to be interesting?" Reggie asked. 

"It'd be more interesting if he were wearing an apron" Paul's eyes went to my ass. "Just an apron." 

"What you two do when I'm not around is your business. The aprons are under the sink." I hoped Reggie would have scolded Paul, but he didn't. He dismissed the blatantly sexual statement with ease, like it hadn't even phased him or made him the least bit uncomfortable. Jaw open, I stared at him. Paul's eyes went to the cabinet under the sink, and I stuck a foot out in front of it defensively. My wide eyes went back to Reggie. 

"What?" 

"Don't encourage him!" I wailed, flinging my arm in Paul's direction. "He's bad enough on his own voluntary choice. " 

"He was a temperamental kid, but wasn't ever deviant. When did that change?" Paul plucked a piece of sushi off the platter and plopped it in his mouth. 

"Puberty," he answered, walking away as he chewed. 

"Oh my God, Paul... that's your brother!" 

"Like he doesn't know what kinky sex is." There was no rebuttal from Reggie. He rolled his eyes away, Paul taking a seat at the table. He pulled a chair out and, while taking his seat he pointed at his brother, who was having difficulty keeping a straight face. "I was twelve and came home from boxing practice to see this one and his boyfriend desecrating the living room floor once." Looking for verification, I checked Reggie. He chuckled, and I was in disbelief. Reggie had some regret, but not much. Paul was unamused, recalling his twelve-year-old brain being further scarred for life. "I got home like ten minutes early. Just ten minutes." 

"A lot can happen in ten minutes, Paul." 

"Well, clearly. The image of Alain pinned on his stomach with your pants unzipped was evidence of that." Not needing to hear anymore, I held my hands up in Paul's direction. Waving them back and forth, I tried shaking the visual of Reggie roughly fucking Alain in the ass on the living room floor. The living room floor I'd been lying on earlier. Never again. 

"More than I needed to know." "More than I needed to see." Reaching over to grab the sushi, Reggie took the platter and brought it to the table. I still felt kind of awkward, but Paul and Reggie were long past the unfortunate walk-in years prior. They were comfortable enough with each other to joke about it the way they did but my boyfriend did make it clear that at the time he'd never been more tempted to wash his eyes out with bleach. Reggie, being his older brother, of course Paul could have gone without having to see that. But although the reveal was awkward... the visual wasn't the most horrible thing I'd ever pictured. Reggie and Alain were both good looking men, not that I had any interest in their previous sex life. However, I now knew who had been catching and who had been pitching between the sheets. It became a little difficult to look Reggie in the face for a few minutes. He had the same face as Paul. They both had the same pronounced jaw line, although Paul had a stronger chin and wider mandible. The brothers also had the same black eyes set under flat brows. Their cheekbones and lips weren't as defined as mine were, but they each had a great head of hair and mouths that curled the same exact way when they smirked. Now I had suspicions he and Paul were alike in more ways... "Don't picture it" my boyfriend said as I went quiet 

"I'm not!" A quick glance to Reggie and I covered my eyes, suddenly seeing what I assumed was his sex face. He and Paul looked an awful lot alike. The only reason I never paid much mind to it was because unlike Paul, Reggie's features were always bright with his smile. It made them look different, almost. "I pictured it!" 

"See what you did , Paul?" Reggie scolded. "He's traumatized." Paul didn't accept blame but did look at me with an 'I warned you' look. Reggie was amused by me being so squeamish over him as a sexual being. He winked and pinched my side jokingly, dangerously close to my ass, making me scoot away with a loud squeak. 

"Hey" Paul huffed to his brother, "Hands off." 

"Oh, Ash is adorable, but he isn't my type. You know that. I'm just playing with him. " 

"Go play with yourself instead," I clamped my hands over my ears, running out of the kitchen screaming. Phrasing was everything, and none of what Paul had said sounded innocent. 

"That doesn't sound right!" Reggie started laughing so hard. Paul crossed his arms, acting annoyed. It was his own fault; he should have thought his words out more carefully. He called me back in, and I refused, still recovering from my horror. 

"Ash, get back here. It wasn't that bad." 

"Yes, it was! This is why I need a freaking job!" Paul came in to get me after that. His chair scraped the kitchen tile, then the sound of his sneakers along the floor grew louder as he rounded the corner. I held a Pichu out to thwart him, but Paul took the Pichu and set it down to scurry along. He rolled his eyes and got me up from the floor. 

"Drama queen" Reggie was still laughing over the whole ordeal. In Paul's arms, I grumbled. He brought me back to the table. Paul put me back in my chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as Reggie failed to keep it together. The joke lingered as we ate lunch. After eating a less comfortable meal than normal with Paul and Reggie at the table, I helped clean up despite both brothers usually shooing me away. Reggie filled the rice pot with water to soak in the sink, and I cleared the table, avoiding looking at both of them. Since I was helping Reggie clean up I told Paul to go take a shower however he wanted to. Bending over the table, I picked up the empty platter we'd used for the sushi and got the underside of my ass pinched. I brushed Paul with my elbow in retaliation but he didn't care. Paul walked away casually as I checked to make sure Reggie hadn't seen it. Reggie must have felt my eyes on him because he turned his head, catching my stare. He debated whether to say something but then didn't, chuckling to himself. Paul went to go take a shower but grabbed my ass fully before going. I yelped and flung an arm out to whack him but Paul had stepped away before I could land a hit to his chest. Reggie shook his head , knowing what happened. He looked back towards Paul. 

"You might be in trouble" he warned.

"WHY ME!?"

"It's what you get for fantasizing about other men sexually." My face falling in to a blank expression, I looked at Reggie. He laughed at the bullshit expression and assured me he was joking about it all. He beckoned me to him so he could wash the dishes I had in my hands. I set them down in the sink carefully and rolled up my sleeves to help wash. I wound up drying the dishes instead.

Shinx jumped up onto the counter, tilting his head back and forth. Growlithe came in soon after, plopping down on my feet. He grunted, then rolled over and leaned his head on my shins. Happy as could be, he stayed there as Reggie and I did the dishes. Reggie looked down at Growlithe, smiling, really watching him for a moment before raising his eyes to me.

"The Pokémon love you. I've never seen anything like it; the ones I raise have never taken this well to anyone before. Maybe you could you could stick around more often and give me a hand."

"I don't mind helping you out when you need it," I said. "It's not like I'm ever busy. As you know, someone doesn't want me employed."

"Well, now you will be."

Reggie smiled as I began processing what he'd told me.

"Wait... you want me to work for you? Does Paul know?"

"Who do you think suggested it?"

My eyes went to the stairs where Paul had disappeared earlier on to go take his shower. My boyfriend found me a job. One, he approved of without first mentioning it to me, but he was going to let me work nonetheless. Reggie saw the excitement in my eyes.

"Surprise," he chimed lightheartedly.

Caught between excitement and shock, I stared at the living room stairs. Reggie smiled and plucked the dish rag from my hand, tilting his head towards the kitchen exit.

"Go," he encouraged me. "I can take it from here."

I left the kitchen and hurried up the stairs to Paul's room. I couldn't hear the shower running as I approached the door, so I assumed he was already dressed. When I barged in, he was just getting out of the bathroom with his boxers on. I ran to him and leaped up, holding him around the neck with my arms and my legs around his waist.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Kissing his cheek, I hugged him tight. Paul chuckled and reached back to flick off the bathroom light.

"What? Did my brother give you some good news?"

"I'm so happy! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Thought you might like the surprise."

Boredom would be a thing of the past now. I couldn't be more excited. What I'd forgotten to ask Reggie before running up to jump Paul was what I'd actually be doing with him. He said I'd be helping him with the Pokémon. That was vague, though.

"So what will I be doing here anyway?"

"Well, my brother is really popular around here, so he gets more requests than he can fill. So you'll be stepping in to help him pick up the slack."

Paul went on explaining what that entailed. Because I had no clue.

"Aside from breeding, he has to groom Pokémon, feed them, file paperwork, and check each Pokémon individually. Plus, there's dealing with the clients and he has baby Pokémon and adult ones to care for, so as you'd imagine, he is pretty busy."

Paul carried me with him as he went to his dresser for some sweats to lounge in. Holding my rear with one hand, he used the other to open the dresser.

"The Grooming is where you come in mostly." He clarified. "You're going to be trained as a breeder, but Reggie's going to utilize you as a private groomer. And you'll still help him feed the Pokémon, get to play with them, and whatever."

Paul pulled a pair of black sweats from his dresser and shut the drawer. I wiggled excitedly, and he lifted me higher in his hold, making me yelp. His hand smacked my backside, a healthy pop. I recovered from it and asked Paul what made him change his mind about me getting a job.

"I know Reggie will treat you right, so I have no problem with you working here." He answered me. "Plus, the Pokémon love you just as much as you love them. My brother gets lonely, and you'll keep him company, so it all works out. He could use some help around here. "

"This is going to be great. Again, thank you so much! I can't even thank you enough."

"You can thank me another way." He looked me dead in the eye and smirked. "I'll put you to work right now."

Caught up in the excitement of what Paul did for me, I took the sweats he had in his hand and threw them to the floor. Putting my mouth on his, I kissed him eagerly, bringing my tongue out to play right away. Paul grunted approvingly and took me to the bed, where he sat down. His hands groped my sides, letting me lead the makeout session. His boxers tented with his arousal as I kissed his aggressively, grinding my ass down into him. He bucked his hips up into me and tugged the hem of my shirt, showing he wanted it off. I was enjoying the kiss too much and ignored his signal. At that, he broke the kiss.

"Take it off," he groaned as my lips went to his jawline, feverishly pressing kisses. " You're wearing too much."

I whined a bit, but then complied with his wishes when he bit down on my shoulder through my shirt. Balancing on my knees, I leaned my torso back and pulled my shirt off. Paul raked his fingers down my rib cage, leaning in to take a nipple between his lips. His tongue darted out to taste one, and I swiveled my hips as the sensual heat filled my belly, steaming up my torso and heating my face.

"I'm supposed to be thanking you," I spoke up, trying to wriggle away from Paul, who was getting carried away with my chest.

"You're doing the work now." I managed to free myself from Paul's mouth and leaned up to resume kissing him. He kissed me once and then pushed me away, insisting I finish getting undressed while I was already at it. Since my shirt already came off, I went with it. Unbuttoning my jeans, I shimmied them down my hips and legs, only getting down from Paul's lap briefly. In my boxer briefs, I climbed back up and threw myself into him. Arm curled behind his neck, I reached down with the other and stroked him through the opening in his boxers. He slipped his hands down the back of my underwear.

Our tongues wrestled as we tried to be as close to one another as we could manage. Enjoying the feeling of Paul's thick, hot flesh in my hand, I felt up and down the length. During our kissing, I squeezed his cock especially firmly. He grunted from it, and I did it again, enjoying the effect it had on him. Paul didn't yield to anyone, but I did have some control over him; I could manipulate his arousal. What he did from there was out of my control, but I could draw a reaction from my big, stoic boyfriend. Paul nipped my lip as I began taking advantage of it, playing with his cock roughly until he was nearly a pile of putty. I didn't yield to his warning nip; I pretended it hadn't fazed me. Squeezing from his base up, I gathered his natural lubricant in my palm. Sliding my fingers back down over him left his shaft slick and easier to play with. His girth was more than I could fully hold in my hand, but the lubrication made him easier to stroke. He appreciated that, moaning deep in his chest as I touched him. When he grabbed my ass hard roughly, I wiggled my hips around, making it harder for him to fondle. Long fingers held me tighter, digging into the plush flesh held in his hand. Hot, white fingerprints left where he grabbed. To test Paul's patience, I rubbed my body against him as I stroked, moving my chest and hips against his torso. I gasped when real pain blossomed where Paul was roughly squeezing me.

"Play nice," Paul warned.

"I thought I was," I answered back, sliding my thumb in circles over his slit. "You were enjoying it."

"You're getting a little cocky." More kissing and insistent touching ensued until Paul snatched my hand and pulled it off his length. Breathing heavily, he caught his breath for a second, keeping from ejaculating. My fingers were sticky with his precum, and I rubbed my forefinger and thumb together before sucking the fluid off my finger. Liking what tasted, I licked a bit off my thumb too.

"There's plenty more where that came from." The hint wasn't subtle at all. Still tasting my boyfriend's bittersweet essence on my tongue, I slid down his body onto the floor, kneeling at his feet. Paul freed his erection and took me by the head, guiding me forward to his lap. Pursing my lips, I pressed buttery soft kisses to his tip. My fingers wrapped around him as my lips parted delicately, tongue slipping out to taste more of him. Gently, I brought the swollen head between my wet lips, dragging the raised ridge of his mushroom tip between them without sucking. Just letting him feel the soft texture of my lips on his sensitive flesh, I glossed the saliva from our kisses around, catching bits of his sweet leakage. As Paul's fingers curled in my hair, I lightly suckled the tip, finally applying pressure where he needed it. I sucked, slowly flicking my tongue over his wet tip. I ran the flat of my tongue around, dipping the tip of the wet appendage down under the head. My mouth sank lower, beginning to take his shaft deeper towards my throat. Soon, the head was nestled in my throat, hugged by wet heat.

My gag reflex felt like a tickle in my throat as I teased Paul slowly, aiming low to not trigger my uvula. Breathing carefully, I bobbed up and down on him, licking the underside of his head each time I passed it. Touching his thighs, I ran my hands over the tight muscles there, roaming up further to grope my boyfriend's sculpted waist. He was getting bigger, I could feel it. The bumps and ridges of his muscles were growing, rising higher. His dedicated time spent pushing through higher training was paying off. I'd sat on his back through enough push-ups to know he wasn't messing around. Grabbing at him hungrily, I moaned with his huge cock in my mouth. Pulling me down, Paul shoved it deeper down my throat. The gag was quick and contained, not stopping me in the least. I kept going, letting Paul play around with my gag reflex, choking me mildly with his dick. His fluids began flowing more steadily, his hips rocking as he thrust into my mouth. I kept my mouth open for him, letting him fuck my face lightly. The skin of his shaft darkened, showing how engorged he was. A stripe of sticky-sweet fluid lay along my tongue as Paul's leakage dripped. When he pulled me off his erection to breathe, I swallowed the precum he'd smeared along my taste buds. Taking him in my hand again, I began stroking him and licking around the dewy tip. Paul rejected my attempt to resume the blowjob, holding me just an inch away from the tip of his leaking erection. He poked my lips with it, the shaft bobbing and just out of reach each time he pulled away from my eager mouth.

"You want it that bad?" He questioned, teasing my lips. "You like sucking my cock?"

"I love it... Let me finish you off." I reached my tongue out to taste his tip, and Paul groaned, letting go of my head to let me move freely. Wetly licking his flesh, I got a good taste of him. Back to work, I sucked him, hollowing my cheeks and waiting for the splash of heat to spray inside my mouth. The bed covers rustled, Paul's fingers clenching the edge of the mattress. His brow furrowed and thighs tense, he grunted as I picked up pace to hurry him along. Quick strokes to his base and tight lips to his tip, he groaned loudly. I glanced up and saw his eyes were glued behind me, looking down at the flash of skin peaking out from my underwear. Calmly reaching behind myself with both hands, I took the elastic of my underwear between my fingertips. The boxer briefs were peeled down an inch, showing the peak of the split between my cheeks. I bent a little more at the waist to prop my ass out and continued to suck Paul off, his cock having been in my mouth the whole time. His stare never left their set target. Side to side I wiggled my rear, making the flesh there jiggle. One hand came to rest on my boyfriend's knee as the other stayed behind me, tugging down my underwear a smidge more. I moaned around his cock in my mouth, not ready for what Paul was going to say.

"Touch yourself." That order stopped me in my tracks. I paused servicing Paul. The interruption to his blowjob wasn't taken without complaint. Paul pushed my head down to resume what we'd been doing, repeating his order. "I said touch yourself." He repeated. When I brought my hand to the front of my briefs, Paul swatted my hand. I pulled off his cock to speak, not getting what the problem had been. He told me to touch myself.

"You just said-"

"Where was your hand when I said it?" I was cut off with Paul huskily asking me a question. His dark eyes were narrowed lustfully, that deep voice building up that patronizing tone he used on me when taking control. The question didn't make sense to me at first, and I kneeled there at his feet, dumbstruck. Then it sunk in.

"Now wet those fingers and do as I said," Paul told me.

"Don't make me say it again. I'll put you over my knee." My middle and index fingers went between my lips as I sucked them, coating them with saliva like Paul wanted. I couldn't look him in the eye again after getting that perverse stare. He knew just how badly what I was about to do would embarrass me. I still did it, though. For the first time, I stuck fingers in my own ass. I pressed against my entrance, Paul's cock now in my mouth again. Servicing him wasn't as easy a task now that I was multitasking. Playing with my own hole didn't come so easily, being all I'd ever felt back there were Paul's large cock and fingers. My own fingers were much smaller, not taking up nearly as much space as I was accustomed to. I got frustrated at my own touch, trying desperately to get as deep as I could. Knuckles pressed to my ass, and I still wasn't satisfied. I squirmed, trying to get some more stimulation. It failed, only succeeding in showing Paul how much I needed him. That didn't get me off the hook, though.

"Look how badly you want it," My boyfriend drawled from above me.

"That ass of yours won't stay still." I couldn't speak be it his cock was in my mouth, my head still bobbing up and down. Paul was pleased, watching me struggle to pleasure myself from behind. I couldn't do it. My fingertips were nowhere near my prostate; I physically could not reach it with my own hand. The angle was all wrong, and my hands weren't accurately sized. The show I put on was sincerely a display of my own desperation to please myself then. I was determined to prove I could pleasure myself from behind, but with Paul's swollen cock stretching my lips near uncomfortably and my fingers failing to even reach my sweet spot, I showed Paul how badly I really did need him. I gave up trying to pleasure myself, teasing my entrance instead for Paul because he was still watching. I kept sucking him, too aware of the painful burn between my legs. My erection wanted to be touched, relieved of the pressure built there. Just as I thought I couldn't take the pressure anymore, Paul reached his peak.

"Ash, Fuck" slipped from his lips, a string of profanity following it. Holding his release in my mouth, I pulled off with a slick pop. Panting and hazy eyed, Paul watched as I swallowed. His release went down easily and I wiped the corners of my mouth. His body relaxed and he made no move to grab me. I took a hand away from my ass, lying my head down on one of his thighs for a breather. A moment of silence took over. Between my legs was burning but Paul seemed satisfied with how he finished.

"I'm not done with you." My ears perked at his announcement and my stomach jumped excitedly. Paul's cock stood from his body still, hard and wanting more. There was more work to be done. And I had no problem with that at all. For me what came to mind was that on occasion, I was Paul's pet... in the bedroom. Phantom pains blossomed along my ass where I'd felt the bite of both Paul and his belt.

"Paul, fuck! Take it easy-I said take it easy!"

Bent over the bed and stark naked, my hands were flat along the bed covers as Paul had himself buried inside me to the hilt. The bed had been creaking with his movement, the thrusts moving the mattress. Reggie was downstairs and as Paul rammed his cock in to me all I could worry about was the potential of our noise traveling through the floor.

"Just keep your ass up. Don't concern yourself with what I'm doing."

"Well that kind of hard to do with your freakin'... you know... up my ass!"

"My what?" Paul goaded me, bending down to bite my earlobe. "Go ahead, say it."

"Y-Your cock..."

I couldn't look him in the eye so I kept my sight glued to the navy blue bed covers in front of me. Paul chuckled and the sound sent a chill up my spine, the kind that told me I was either in a heap load of trouble or in for something good.

"You fucking love it."

Between my shoulder blades Paul's large hand pushed me down, pinning me flat to my chest. Ass propped up and still bent over, I had to lay my cheek on the sheets to breath. He held me there, then jutted his pelvis forward with a powerful thrust hard enough to truly scare me. He hit my prostate so forcefully it almost hurt, just almost. That deep sensation was something I hadn't felt before and without any control over it, I yelped. Paul kept moving, but was more careful about it. My face was warm and I put a hand over my mouth in embarrassment. I'd never yelped quite like that, ever. High, and vocal cords strained. There was no way the sound didn't reach outside Paul's bedroom door at least. I was tense, now completey paranoid of being heard messing around. I knew it was Paul's house just as much as it was his older brother's... but I didn't need Reggie to know what we were up to.

Once I tensed with a hand over my mouth, Paul grunted. He didn't like the sudden withdrawal from the activities taking place. He snatched me by the wrist and freed my mouth , using that same wrist to pull me back up from my bent position on the bed. Manhandling me with ease, he hoisted me up to kneel on the bed. With my knees spread like a 'W" and ass sticking out over the edge of the bed, Paul had me lean back against his broad chest.

"You have a little more control this way." He explained, wrapping an arm across my stomach to hold me in place. "But don't forget who's in charge here."

A buck of his hips and I nearly yelped again, my body leaned back in to him. He brought his other hand to my hip, holding me to him as he was buried deep inside me. The contour of his chiseled V line pressed in to my ass, the dip of my back stuck to the last set of abs protruding from his abdomen. As he held the position, I moaned in arousal. My boyfriend was a sexy thing... large and in charge. There wasn't any other way to put it.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Then do as I say and we won't have any problems, will we?"

I shook my head 'no' and Paul caressed the ridge of my collarbone, placing his lips along the side of my face. A dry peck along the rise of my cheekbone and Paul revealed his front teeth. He dragged them over the skin there, feeling as my shoulders tensed in anticipation of a bite. His lips curled in to my skin and he kissed there for a long moment.

The hand on my hip began moving, sliding around to the front of my pelvis. I felt him trace inside the apex of my spread thighs, feeling around the tight skin there. His hips moved, fingers still caressing my collarbone. As my breath picked up, the pad of one index finger circled the rising bud formed on my chest. I shivered as a trail raked up the underside of my shaft, swiping up wetness there.

"This arouses you so much, doesn't it?" Paul's voice came from outside my ear.

"You know it does..." I answered back, fighting off the quiver in my voice.

"Then say it."

There wasn't anything to hide with Paul, but I couldn't get the words out as the pad of his sticky finger rubbed the head of my dick. Pressing in, precum oozed over the digit still teasing me. Paul's finger became slick and shiny with my fluids.

"A-Ah... Paul-"

"Hm? What was that?"

Swallowing my entire length with his hand, Paul began stroking me with long, firm squeezes from tip to base. I'd lost my breath, the sound of my voice caught in my throat for a grueling three seconds that stretched on forever. Hot, wet kisses were suckled along my neck as I stretched it back in pure reflex to the hot tingling consuming me from both the front and back. Buried so deep inside me, Paul had me trapped under the influence of his throbbing cock and my own. The hand he had wrapped around my cock may as well been around my vocal cords.

"If there's something you want to tell me you should get on with it before I lose my patience. "

Hips moving in a motion deliberately meant to kill my will to live that moment, Paul scraped his teeth where he'd been kissing.

"P-P-Paul..."

Slowly he began sinking his teeth in to my skin, the pressure increasing showing me he wasn't scared to break skin if need be. The dull edge of his front teeth could easily mark me up... and he had them right on my neck. Where I didn't want any marks. Of course I couldn't speak but I mustered the will to try. Only incoherent gibberish came out.

"Talk to me." he coaxed, teasing growl for a voice. "There's something right on the tip of your tongue, isn't there?"

There was something on the tip of my tongue, literally. Paul released my cock and brought a finger to my gaping mouth. Down the center of my tongue he dragged it, smearing my own essence across it and right down to the tip. My mouth salivated upon contact, my taste buds reacting to the new taste that was myself.

Paul had caught me off guard with that but I kept my mouth open for him. A clipped moan slipped from my throat, almost garbled as Paul added a finger and continued thrusting in to me. He played with my mouth and I closed my lips around his fingers, sucking around his knuckles. He loved it, I could hear it in his groan.

"You're not getting off that easy." he warned me. "Talk."

Fingers in my mouth, Paul pushed my head back to rest on him so I'd be looking up at him. In a burst of defiance, I sucked his fingers harder using my tongue to curl around them. With a steady stare on Paul, I disobeyed him. I fucking disobeyed him and the ballsy move shocked even me. Butterfree flooded my stomach at the glint glossed over Paul's intense coal stare. Smoke wafting within them like fire had been struck to light the coal and set it ablaze. I got him good... and I was in huge trouble.

"You want to play that game, huh?"

His thrusts paused as he pulled his fingers out to grab me by the chin. Mouth right above mine he held my face, forcing me to crane my neck over my shoulder. As he went to speak, he stopped at the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. For me everything stopped, but for Paul it had just begun. A smirk so devious it could put the devil himself to shame came across Paul's lips and all the color drained from my flushed face. Reggie was walking up the stairs and Paul began fucking me with a pace I wasn't ready for. Paul's fingers out of my mouth, I had nothing to occupy it with. I bit down on my lip, straining not to make any noise as Paul thrusted away behind me. His thrusts got stronger as Reggie began walking down our side of the hallway. Paul had me kneeled on his side of the bed, meaning I faced the direction of the door.

I couldn't help but notice the door wasn't locked.

"Sounds like he's gonna come knocking, a shame that door isn't locked." Paul patronized me lowly. " I guess you forgot to do that when you came running in to see me with that hundred-watt smile and tight ass of yours. Huh?"

"Oh my god. Paul, no-"

"You best better get talking then."

Reggie's footsteps were getting closer and if Paul held true to his threat then once Reggie came knocking, Paul wasn't going to say anything in warning for him not to come in. My heart hammered so hard inside my chest it was overwhelming. My diaphragm shook as I struggled to force myself to speak. Because now, Paul was purposely interfering with that.

"Paul, I love it- AH!"

"Love what, Ash?"

A hard thrust forward and color returned to my face, red filling the apples of my cheeks and bridge of my nose. Teary eyed and whimpering under my breath, I trembled as Reggie came dangerously close towards the door.

"I love you inside me-"

"Love my WHAT inside you?"

"Your cock!"

I whispered harshly, squeaking as the cartilage of my ear was nipped. Hot breath blew inside my ear canal with Paul's dick pressing on my pulsing prostate like a joy buzzer. Sweat formed across my whole body, Paul's skin dry as bone in comparison to me. He kept moving, showing no sign of being pleased with me. Knowing what he wanted to hear, I whined low in my throat and clenched around him as pleasurable humming built inside me dangerously fast.

"It turns me on, I love it." I gasped, heart pounding and nerves gone haywire. "Paul please-"

My eyes were glued to the door and I could see Reggie's shadow begin to shift under the door. Adrenaline filling me to the brim, I hyperventilated as my peak began to approach. The sound of Reggie's footsteps right outside the door grew perfectly clear and my release shot from me. My mouth opened and Paul clapped his hand over it, muffling me. Lips outside my ear, he shushed me. I could hardly contain myself despite how embarrassed I was. Paul grunted and his hips shot forward, rocking against me as he came. His heat filled me and to my surprise, Reggie never stopped at our door. He just kept on walking by. His chattered on to whatever pokemon he had with him. His footsteps went on down the hallway, a closet opening as he rummaged through it. My eyes were wide as I panted, leaning back in to Paul's chest that was damp with my perspiration.

"Fuck..." I sighed out loud, tired and relieved. "That was close."

"Pft." Paul retorted, dissmisvely.

"...?"

He pulled out and I crawled forward towards the center of the bed. Paul sat down on the bed and reached for the box of tissues. I saw a mischievous gleam in his eye, like he found something funny. Or like he'd gotten away with something. I blinked in a puzzled sort of way then heard Reggie talking.

"Let's get this vacuum downstairs, guys." He cooed to the pokemon out there with him. "Gotta finish cleaning. Come on."

The closet door Reggie had opened was shut and he walked down the hallways past out door again. Down the stairs he went with the vacuum and seconds later it was turned on. The whir of the vacuum went on, coming through the walls as Reggie carried on with some housework. Not once during any of that had he stopped at our door.

With realization I whipped my head around to face Paul. He nonchalantly held out the tissue box for me to take. I took it from him and whacked him in the chest with the cardboard.

"That was- that was-" I sputtered "...That was complete-"

"Completely hot."

"Paul!"

I huffed, not being taken seriously with my rosy complexion and glossy eyes that screamed 'just got my rocks off'. I tried whacking him again but Paul caught the tissue box mid swing and dropped it back to the nightstand. I was pulled in to Paul's lap, his hands holding me by each wrist.

"You're too cute. Mad and shit, come here."

Paul kissed my mouth and I tried wiggling my hands from his grip. He let go as I tried pulling away and as a result I wound up falling back in to the bedspread. Paul crawled over me, trapping me with an arm placed on either side of my torso. I put a knee up to thwart him but all my boyfriend had to do was swipe it away with swift bunt of his own knee. Kisses peppered up my collar bone to the base of my neck, Paul tracing his mouth to my jugular.

"Baby, I was just messing with you. I knew Reggie wasn't going to come and walk in on us."

"Well I figured that out a little too late." I grumbled. "I was terrified. I really thought he was going to walk in."

"I'd never let anyone else see you like that."

Resting one arm above my head, Paul leaned his weight on it and cupped the side of my face with one hand. Stroking my cheekbone with his thumb, Paul kissed me on the mouth. It was firm and possessive, his tongue forcing itself past my lips. The force of his kiss pushed my skull down in the mattress, my legs being spread further apart by Paul's knees.

"You're mine." Paul mumbled lowly against my lips. "Don't you forget that either. Like hell I'd let anyone see you like that. I'm not one for sharing."

Paul continued kissing me and I brought my hands up to hug him. There was something so scary about the way he spoke about me, possessive and making no attempt to hide it. But it made me feel so safe and wanted... still, my shock to his territorial tone showed through my expression. Paul stared back at me, expression level and his lips just shy of forming a scowl.

"There shouldn't be a problem with that."

I shook my head and brought him back down to me, then placed my mouth on his chastely. One peck turned to two and soon I was opening my mouth for him, welcoming the weight of his body upon mine as my legs seemed to spread upon their own will.

I raised a brow at him, narrowing my eyes with mock suspicion.
"Paul..."

"What?" he asked innocently, though the grin on his face gave him away. "You said you wanted to feel useful. I happen to have a very tired boyfriend who could use a little post-shower cuddle therapy."

"Therapy?" I repeated with a snort. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

He leaned forward until our noses almost touched, his arms still firm around me. "Don't knock it 'til you try it, groomer-in-training."

I laughed, resting my forehead against his. His damp hair smelled like his shampoo—clean, warm, and a little like citrus. My heart felt like it was glowing. "Seriously though..." I murmured, drawing little circles on his shoulder with my thumb. "Thank you. For trusting me with this."

Paul's expression softened, and he pulled me closer until I was tucked safely against his chest.

"I trust you with a lot more than this, Tutu," he said quietly. "But this is a good start."

I let out a content sigh, relaxing in his arms as the last of my tension faded. It wasn't just about having something to do—it was about feeling like I could start reclaiming a piece of myself I hadn't even realized I'd lost. He gently carried me over to the bed, and once we settled down, he pulled the blanket over us. Shinx hopped up a moment later, curling at our feet with a big yawn. Growlithe stayed downstairs, no doubt enjoying the warmth of the kitchen floor.