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“This is nice,” Surge said, watching the sky slowly turn orange as the sun was setting.
Sipping his beer, Koga hummed, letting his legs dangle off of the edge of the patio of his house. This was by far his favorite way of winding down after work.
Surge took a long sip of his beer. “The League is… different without you around.”
Koga smiled into his drink. “Do you miss me?”
“Of course.” Surge didn’t even hesitate. “Janine is a riot, but I can’t do the same things with her as I do with you.”
Coyly, Koga tilted his head. “Like what?”
Surge smirked. “I think you know.”
“Maybe… But I’d still like to hear it.”
Sipping his beer, Surge gave Koga a long look. He swallowed his drink languidly and then set it aside with slow, deliberate movements. He reached out to Koga and pulled him into a kiss.
Koga let himself be pulled onto Surge’s lap, easily slotting his thighs around the Unovan. As his legs parted, the yukata that he was wearing rode up on his thighs and opened.
Surge’s hand immediately found the bare skin, squeezing and caressing Koga’s toned thigh.
Koga sighed into the kiss.
Boldly using it to his advantage, Surge squeezed Koga closer and, cupping the back of Koga’s neck, Surge’s tongue dove into Koga’s mouth.
Clinging to Surge’s shoulders, Koga sucked the tongue, making Surge growl quietly.
With very little effort, Surge grasped Koga and flipped him down on his back on the wooden floor of the patio and climbed on top of him.
Koga’s legs hooked around Surge’s hips and pulled him closer.
Surge’s hand slid from Koga’s thigh to between them, to where Koga’s legs joined, only to find that Koga wasn’t wearing anything under his yukata. “Wow, you’re just going commando here, huh?”
“It’s traditional,” Koga smirked. “Besides, I’m at home.”
With a growl, Surge kissed him again, with near-bruising hunger. His hand wrapped around Koga’s cock and started to stroke.
Koga cursed into the kiss. He canted his hips to rut against Surge’s hand.
“You want me so bad,” Surge smirked.
Koga could only moan in response. Surge had no idea. Koga wanted him, not only his hands, mouth and cock, but his heart and soul as well. Koga wanted the heated evenings where they couldn’t rip their clothes off fast enough, but Koga also wanted the languid, domestic mornings when they sleepily have breakfast together and the late afternoons lounging on the sofa, watching TV in a tangled mess of limbs.
Koga wanted all of Surge in his life. Good and bad.
Surge’s thumb rubbed over Koga’s tip, milking out a droplet of precum and wiping Koga’s mind clean.
Clumsily, Koga fisted Surge’s shirt and pulled it up. He felt Surge’s muscles under the fabric, firm, but having softened a little after not having been in the army.
Pulling his hand back, Surge pulled his tank top over his head and off. He then grinned and sat back to give Koga a change to look at his toned torso.
Ah. So he had noticed Koga staring at his muscles. The realization made Koga’s cheeks heat up even more than his arousal.
Surge took Koga’s hands and brought them to his chest. “You can touch,” he said with a smirk.
And Koga did. He felt the muscles, the warmth and the shifting as Surge breathed.
Bending down, Surge closed the distance between them as he kissed Koga again. His hands dove into Koga’s yukata, pulling the sides apart and exposing Koga’s chest. One of his hands rubbed over a nipple, the other dove deeper down, back to Koga’s cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and continued stroking.
Moaning into the kiss, Koga’s hands also moved down on Surge’s body, clumsily pawing at the waistband of his sweatpants. His hand dove in and found Surge’s cock, already half hard.
“Oh yeah,” Surge murmurs, breaking the kiss. His hand sped up in stroking Koga.
Mirroring him, Koga sped up as well. Soon the only sounds were the shifting of skin against skin, Koga’s panting and Surge’s quiet groans.
“You’re so sexy,” Surge said. “Why do you hide it in baggy clothes?”
“Tradition,” Koga ground out. “I need to dress in clothes that are easy to move in.”
Surge just hummed as he buried his face in Koga’s neck. Koga felt his teeth sink into the skin, making him curse.
“I’m close,” Koga panted.
“Wait,” Surge said. He shifted, bringing his cock to Koga’s. He grasped Koga’s hands and brought them above his head. Holding Koga’s wrists with one hand, he spat to his free hand and wrapped his fingers around them both, starting to stroke.
Koga ground his teeth, helplessly rolling his hips against Surge’s hand. The small of his back rose off from the floor as he tried to seek more friction. “Surge,” Koga moaned.
“Do it,” Surge breathed into Koga’s jaw. “Come.”
Thighs clamping around Surge, Koga came with a rough moan, making a mess on Surge’s fist.
“That’s it,” Surge cooed as he stroked Koga through his climax. His hand sped up again as his breathing grew faster and faster until Koga felt his muscles tense up and cock twitch next to his.
As Koga watched Surge’s face grow lax and mouth fall open in a silent moan, several things dawned on Koga.
He wanted Surge, but he couldn’t have him, as long as he worked for Rocket. Surge hadn’t made what he thought of Rocket a secret and his opinion wasn’t… a good one, to say the least. As would anyone’s, to be honest. Team Rocket wasn’t good and didn’t do good work, Koga knew this. He had never deluded himself about that.
However, he may have deluded himself about having a chance with Surge, even if he had to hide what he did when he clocked out of his League job. He may have deluded himself about what Surge would think of him if he found out. He may have deluded himself in thinking that Surge wouldn’t immediately drop him in disgust if he found out. He may have deluded himself about thinking he could have domestic mornings with Surge without changing anything else in his life.
He may have deluded himself about many things.
“Fuck,” Surge breathed, drawing Koga out of his thoughts. “I could use a nap now.”
“Ah,” Koga said. “Of course.” He unhooked his legs from around Surge’s hips and let his own hips rest on the floor again. Surge released his wrists, so he brought his hands down to Surge’s biceps.
Surge didn’t make a move to get off of him, though. Instead he stared down at Koga thoughtfully. “Is everything alright?”
Koga blinked. “Yes? Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You looked a little… pensive for a second.”
Ah. He had noticed. Koga looked away. “I just remembered something I have to do.”
“Other than me?” Surge grinned.
Koga put his hand on Surge’s face to cover that blinding smile. “We just did it.”
“We could do it again,” Surge chuckled into Koga’s hand. Koga then felt Surge’s tongue on his palm.
Rolling his eyes, Koga pulled his hand back. “How old are you?”
“Old enough.” Surge winked.
Koga pushed Surge off of him and pulled his yukata closed. “I need to make some calls.”
“Aw,” Surge faked a pout. “Are you sure they can’t wait? It’s almost nine PM. Surely no one is at wherever you want to call.”
That gives Koga a pause. Surge had a point. “Fine,” Koga muttered. “Let’s go to bed.”
Surge grinned and the two moved to Koga’s bedroom and settled into bed. As Surge cuddled against Koga’s back, Koga stared into the darkness with one thought clear in his mind.
First thing in the morning, he would call Ariana and tell her he would retire from Team Rocket. He had a few explanations ready in case she would have questions: he was focusing on Elite Four, training Janine, he was just too old to be a criminal, he-
-he lost his train of thought when Surge rolled his hips against Koga’s ass and palmed Koga’s stomach. Koga could clearly feel Surge’s erection press against his buttock.
“Round two?” Surge murmured into Koga’s ear.
Koga bit back whatever sarcastic retort rose to his lips. Might as well. “Alright,” Koga said and rolled to face Surge. He pushed Surge onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He kisses Surge as he tugs on his sweatbands, down to reveal his half-hard cock.
“So eager,” Surge hummed into the kiss. “I like it.”
Koga shed his sleepwear. “I’m going to make sure we’re both exhausted after this.”
A small breath escaped Surge as Koga reached for his bedside table. He pulled out a tube of lube and a condom.
Surge’s pupils widened visibly.
As Koga popped the tube open, Surge gently grasped his hands. “Can I? Prep you, I mean.”
With a small smile, Koga gave the tube to Surge. “Go on.”
Surge coated his fingers and brought them to Koga’s opening. He circled around it teasingly before his index finger dove in. Another finger soon followed and started to explore, scissor and hook inside Koga.
Koga’s mouth fell open as he gently rolled his hips, slowly fucking himself on Surge’s fingers.
“So eager,” Surge chuckled.
“Of course,” Koga breathed. “It’s you.”
Koga felt Surge’s cock twitch. “Fuck.”
Surge’s fingers inside Koga hooked just right , finding that spot that made Koga see stars and moan.
“There it is,” Surge grinned. “The singing floorboard.”
“Are you comparing me to a kung fu movie?” Koga asked breathlessly.
“Maybe.” Surge pulled his fingers out of him. “You’re ready now.”
Koga nodded and grabbed a condom. He easily rolled it over Surge and coated him in lube. Then he lined Surge to his opening and slowly moved down, taking him in.
“Fuck,” Surge breathed, letting his head roll back onto the pillow. “So good.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” Koga said, a little strained. His hips met Surge’s as Surge had fully sunken in.
“Then, by all means, darling.”
Koga rested his forehead on Surge’s and started to move. Slowly at first, but then gaining speed as pleasure took over his instincts.
Surge grasped his hips with near-bruising strength. His hips moved too, thrusting up into Koga as the poison Elite moved down. The joint movement made their hips meet in quiet thuds and slaps.
Koga started getting louder and louder as pleasure took over his instincts.
Staring up at him, Surge wrapped his fingers around Koga and started stroking him in the same rhythm as Koga moved.
Letting his head roll back, Koga closed his eyes and braced himself on Surge’s legs as his movement started to turn short, jerky and fast instead of long, slow and fluid.
“Fuck, Koga,” Surge ground out. “Keep going, I’m close.”
“Me too,” Koga panted.
Surge thumbed the underside of Koga’s tip, wrenching a loud moan from the ninja. “Come on me,” he murmured. “Come on me, babe. Make a mess.”
Koga cursed. In a few downwards thrusts, he stumbled over the edge and came, spilling over Surge’s fist, stomach and chest with a long, drawn out moan.
“Keep going,” Surge groaned as Koga’s momentum slowed.
Barely catching his breath, Koga picked up the pace again, even if he could feel his joints ache and his energy drain.
That didn’t seem to be enough for Surge, because he took a firm hold of Koga and flipped him onto his back again. He propped Koga’s legs onto his shoulders, lifted Koga’s hips to his lap, grasped his waist and started thrusting into Koga with speed and rigor that had Koga helplessly clinging to Surge’s shoulders. Surge buried his face into Koga’s neck and pounded into Koga until his hips stuttered as he came, quietly groaning into Koga’s shoulder.
As Surge’s hips slowed down and eventually stopped, silence fell into the bedroom. Koga felt Surge slowly rest his whole weight on him, which he would have accepted anytime else, but being folded in half like this really made his hip ache. “Surge, darling…”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Surge said, pushing himself up and out of Koga. He rolled onto his back and flopped over onto the bed with a huge sigh. “Fuck, that was amazing. We should do that more often.”
“Maybe not as rigorously,” Koga said, sitting up. “My hip can’t take this much… activity anymore.”
“Haha, old,” Surge wheezed.
“You’re not that much younger than me. This is going to happen to you too.”
“Nah man, I have military training behind me.”
“And I have ninja training and yet old age is coming for me nevertheless.”
Surge just shrugged. “I got time.”
“At least one of us does,” Koga said as he got out of bed. He grabbed his pajama pants, pulled them on and headed to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up with a damp towel and returned to the bedroom.
Surge was still laying on his back, condom on his soft cock. He looked sleepy, but thoughtful.
Koga sat next to him, pulled the condom off of him and cleaned him up.
As he was doing that, Surge reached over and sank his fingers into Koga’s hair. “I do like you the way you are,” he said. “Old or young.”
Busying himself with tying the condom into a knot, Koga smiled wistfully. “I know,” he lied. It was a lie because he had deliberately hidden parts of him from Surge. The parts that he knew that Surge wouldn’t like. “I, hm, like you too, even if you are so immodest and cheeky.”
With a wide grin, Surge pulled Koga into a kiss. “Glad to hear it.” His expression softened a little. “Come back to bed.”
“I will,” Koga murmured against his lips. “Let me just throw this away first.” He waved the condom.
With a hum, Surge leant back. “Don’t take too long.”
Koga got off of the bed and headed back to the bathroom. He dumped the condom into the trash, the towel into the laundry basket. He rinsed his hands before returning to the bedroom again.
While he had been gone, Surge had tucked himself back into his sweatpants. His eyes noticeably lit up when Koga stepped into the bedroom. When Koga laid down next to him, Surge scooted closer to him and slung an arm over his waist. “Good night,” Surge murmured, eyes slipping closed already.
“Good night,” Koga replied. He watched Surge fall asleep, with conflicting feelings in his chest. Fondness, wistfulness, but also, deep down… hope. Maybe he could have what he had been yearning for, tomorrow.
Maybe he could have what he had deluded in.