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Hop loved his older brother, Leon, to a fault. Kids at school sometimes called Hop airheaded or stuck up because of Leon’s status, only worsened by how much praise Hop would spill daily. Who wouldn’t, though? Who would look at Leon and be able to see him as anything except exceptional-perfect, even. Of course Hop never shut up about him. Leon was strong, kind, and studious. His work ethic was incredible, his enthusiasm infectious. When Leon had been preparing to leave for his trip so long ago, just him spinning his wheels about the adventures he would have had Hop daydreaming too. Exploring, meeting and befriending new Pokémon and honing a team of six into an unbeatable force. Leon had spent hours and hours as a child reading battle strategy books, encyclopedias, anything about Pokémon and battling he could get his hands on.
One particularly sepia stained memory Hop held dear was some hot summer evening when they were both young. Hop couldn’t have been more than five or six, and Leon was home all summer from school. Hop would sigh at that thought, having Leon home for that amount of time now sounded superfluous. Now he was allotted holidays and the very rare weekend to see his brother in person, that was his allowance. Hop was used to it now, but he could still feel that melancholy nostalgia for getting to have his older brother with him almost all the time. Never more than a hallway away. God knows how far now.
That would ache for a sec, until Hop would remember the objective of this thought process and fall into that hot summer night when he was a child. Climbing the stairs slowly, sluggish from the heat. Finding Leon’s door cracked open and pushing it slightly… it took so much effort when Hop was that small. And there Hop saw Leon, perfect Leon framed by the light of his bedside lamp, legs crossed and back hunched in concentration over some book. His window was open, and fan set up to pull in the now cooling night air. Leon’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his thumb brought to his lips, bit softly and subconsciously.
It was all so picturesque, Leon sitting in front of the blue dark, deep in thought. And, upon noticing the door squeak and his baby brother, Leon broke into a gentle grin and patted the bed for Hop to join him.
Hop had some trouble scaling the side of the bed but made it eventually, Leon gently lifting him by the sides- it was so easy then, but with Leon’s build it must still be easy now- and placing the younger gently in his lap. Leon grabbed the book again and began reading out loud to Hop. It was all about Unova, where they had family, and the different Pokémon there. It felt like they stayed that way for hours, Leon pausing to explain big words or marvel at pictures, patiently answering Hops questions. Hop loved that memory, the safe warm of his brother’s arms and the luxury of his attention.
Hop wouldn’t be able to do that now, coming up on fifteen. Leon still loved to tease him, pick him up and roughhouse a bit. But the last time Hop had sat in Leon’s lap, it had felt different. Much different. Still safe and warm, but in this intoxicating, dizzy way, like when their parents let Hop try some champagne. Over time, and as the visits spread out, being close to Leon in any physical capacity started to make Hop feel like that-dazed, tingly. At a visit about a year ago, Leon had surprised Hop in the living room after school on a Friday. Hop had eagerly dropped his bookbag and gone in for a hug, but Leon grabbed Hop easily by the waist and threw him over his shoulder, parading around like caveman with a fresh kill.
Hop had needed to physically sit down and recover before he was ready to continue in the welcoming festivities. Leon had apologized profusely, under the impression he had thrown Hop around a little to hard. Hop had no words to describe that he had liked it, no way to articulate the heat in his stomach at being manhandled. Manhandled by Leon. Even if Hop could have said it he wouldn’t have. He couldn’t have said it. Hop still didn’t understand why but he knew not to talk about the feeling, the light airy high of Leon’s proximity. Hop knew it was bad.
But it kept getting worse.
Suddenly just standing next to Leon was a rush, and Leon was a touchy, physically affectionate person. So many brushes on the arm and hugs and arms around the shoulder. Side by side, brushing their teeth Leon would lean into Hops side and Hop would have to control his heart rate as that gentle, all encompassing heat bled into his skin. Leon was incredible.
Hop would watch Leon’s matches every single time. He had tons of recordings all over his room and down in the T.V. den. He’d watch them live as often as physically possible, to the point it was a running joke among his friends not to ask Hop to hang out on days Leon battled. They knew it was a lost cause, Leon came first. But suddenly, alone at night, relaxing after homework, Hop struggled to remain his composure when Leon looked right into the Camera.
Leon was somehow so different and exactly the same when he battled. He was less clumsy then in normal everyday life, his motions trained form years of work and days of repetition. His eyebrows were always furrowed and his gaze so intense. Leon could get SO intense, so focused on the match and the opponent and their strategies. Sometimes Leon’s goodhearted, somewhat childish nature would bleed through. Getting a little loose and cocky if he was doing well, tight and wound and slightly pouty if he was in a tough spot. But Hop would watch it all with no problem, eat it up, until suddenly Leon looked into the camera and Hop felt his face flush.
Why? He saw Leon all the time.
Somehow… somehow this was different. Maybe because Leon didn’t know Hop was looking? That look wasn’t meant for Hop, it was concentrated and dark and Hop could barely stand two seconds of it. Hop started Blushing every time there was a close up of Leon’s face from then on. Every single time.
And once their mom surprised Hop with a day trip up to Wyndon, and Hop was so overjoyed. The whole match he cheered and jumped up and down and soon Leon, the winner, obviously, came and embraced Hop. Just picked Hop up off the ground, effortlessly, and Hop was drawing in the warm, dizzy feeling and the slight tacky sweat still on Leon’s forearms and the sharp mingled scents of his musk and Cologne. Leon held him so long he practically forgot how to stand. Leon held him so when Hop was finally put down he swayed and Leon steadied him with a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to ask if Hop was wearing sunscreen because oh, his cheeks looked so pink.
And then Hop knew he was fucked.
And late that night, home in his own bed Hop went to touch himself and he knew he was fucked. His thoughts tried to protect him, tried to muddle the figure with a blur but the skin tone was so familiar, and shade of the hair was just right, even when Hop tried to force it to change. Hop tried for half an hour to force it away, but he wound up sticky with sweat and unsatisfied. Tears hung in his eyes as he steeled himself and allowed the mental barrier to go away. Allowed that horrible, perfect imagine of the most wonderful person Hop knew to fill his mind.
Leon. Leon shirtless. Leon picking him up like it’s nothing. Leon’s long, shiny hair and well kept scruff. The way Leon’s voice gets deep when he’s tired, it comes from somewhere deep in his chest and rumbles through Hops body when Leon hugs him goodnight. The smell Leon had on him after the battle, that stupid, potent cologne and drying sweat from his efforts. The way Leons chest swells when fans ask if Hop is his younger brother. Yes, he’d say, big hand ruffling Hop’s hair, yes, he is. Leon’s warmth. His strong, bulky arms and the way they could envelop Hop so easily.
Hop was falling apart, crying silent sobs into his pillow as fire danced down his spine, his hips thrust more eagerly into his hand then they ever had before.
What would Leon think, if he saw this? But oh, that self-deprecating thought Hop had meant to discourage him only egged him on. Would Leon be disgusted? Probably. Ugh, for Leon to see why Hop has been so jumpy around him lately. The way his golden eyes would widen, and it would be him blushing, seeing what he did to his baby brother. Finally seeing how Hop would almost silently whisper sob his name as he gipped his cock in the dead of night.
Hop wondered what kind of noises Leon made when he did this. He probably didn’t cry, not like Hop, trembling at the thought of his older brother’s voice being so sensual and deep. Gruff like in the mornings or late at night. Leon’s old sleep tank pulled up enough to show off his fucking abs. Hop could feel them though his shirt when they hugged, now they would be in the open air. Hop pictured the trail of dark hair he always saw when they swam, or when Leon grabbed something off the top shelf for mom and his jersey rode up. Coarse purple hair leading downwards, promising more. Hop stuttered at the thought of Leon’s cock. Oh, Hop has stood next to Leon at urinal enough times he knew it was plenty good.
But this would be different, this would be full and leaking as Leon stroked it, locking eyes with Hop, that damn expression. Hop wondered, absently, if he could take a dick like that. He ran his hands experimentally behind him, feeling his ass for a second before pulling the cheeks apart, imagining his fingers to be thicker, his palms wider. Hop was too needy for that now, but he catalogued that though for later-later. Hop would do this again, he thought, gripping his weeping dick again. It was so intoxicating, Leon, the high he brought with him. Hop decided he hated himself, but he’d never felt so good in his life.
Hop pumped, considering again the concept of Leon fucking him. Leon leaning over him, so close, groaning in his ear as he pushed in. Just the concept of Leon making any sort of unintentional noise, brought out by the sheer pleasure of fucking Hop had Hop’s breath hitching. He was so close. He thought of sitting in Leon’s lap, squirming and panting while Leon held him, fucked into him. Big arms and big hands keeping him steady. Leon telling him how good he’s being, telling him how good he feels for his big brother. Hop wept. He would do anything for Leon. He would do anything for Leon. Leon was his everything, his world and his inspiration and the name that spilled its way passed his cooked sobs as he came.
Leon, Leon, Leon.
Hop loved his older brother, Leon, to a fault.