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Title: Lazy
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #57, Lazy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Shonen-ai

Lance stifles a yawn as he looks out the window. The sun is setting, cicadas are buzzing, and the hazy summer heat is beginning to get to him. He reaches for his glass of lemonade, only to find it empty. Sighing, he stands up and pads down the hall to the kitchen.

He sees Red, half-asleep, munching on chocolate ice cream while trying to do his Trigonometry homework.

“Busy much?”

Red groans. “Whoever invented trigonometry was a cruel, sadistic person.”

“Ahh.” Lance nodded.

“I hate drawing polar graphs. They’re supposed to be pretty flowers based on sine curves but it’s just not working!”

Lance chuckles. “Well, it’s a weekend. Why are you still working?

Red blinks, twice, before a slow smile crosses his face. “You’re right…”

“Come on.” Lance says. “Even Champions need a break once in a while. I’ll take you to the beach.”

“I know there was a reason I loved you.” Red mutters, and runs off to grab his swimming gear.

They fly out to Cinnabar Island, which is warm and tropical all year ‘round, and they find a nice sandy white stretch to relax on. They spread out their towels and slap on lotion and sip lemonade while watching the sun.

Red’s eyes trace up and down Lance’s bare torso, as he grins.

“Not wearing the jumpsuit, I see.”

“It would be a bit distracting if I sat on the beach in a bodysuit.” Lance retorts.

Red smirks. “You’re really distracting me now.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” Red purrs.

Lance shrugs elegantly. “And what would you have me do, Champion?”

Red’s grin turns lecherous. “Well, if you’re so intent on making me happy, then… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to pleasure me.”

Lance laughs, and pulls Red into a kiss. Red mewls, and then he feels Lance’s hands on him.

“Be careful what you wish for, Champion…” Lance’s voice rolls over his body like smooth silk, even as his mouth descends to take the tip of Red’s organ inside.

Red closes his eyes and surrenders to the sensations. He is vaguely aware of Lance speaking, but his mind is unable to focus.

It matters little. As long as Lance keeps doing this… oh yes…

He feels waves crashing behind his head, and he moans as he comes, hard.

Lance swallows, licking his lips, and tucks Red back into his swim trunks. “Better now, my Champion?” His voice thrums, and Red blushes.

“Yes…”

“I’m glad.”

They lie on their towels and watch the sky, and Red can’t stop the grin breaking over his face.

End Fic

Completed 10/12/06

Red: *Blush*

Phantomness: More smut! ^^

Lance: *Glomps Red*