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"C'mon what is he doing?"
It was hard for someone like him, the great Raihan, to tragically lose and move on. In battle, in argument… anything. Defeat wasn't an option, at least not without negotiation where something was undoubtedly gained on his end. However, sitting miserably in his lavish hotel room in Wyndon, he instantly realized there was something worse than graciously accepting losing after all.
"Argh!"
His tongue clicked with brows knitting at the telly, the unusual noise-causing his torkoal to peer its head out from its shell. A huffing sigh sounded when a local commercial flipped on the illuminated screen.
Briskly, Raihan flipped out his Rotom to promptly shoot out a text to Leon, whom he appropriately named Rival under his contacts:
Raihan: What is he doin' out there?! ＼(☉Д☉)／
Rival(Leon) : What do you mean??
Raihan: You know what I mean! He's letting them win, man.
Rival: oohhhh you mean Kabu lol
Rival: These are charity events, mate. For all we know he's supplying the trainers that spark of hope they need, you know how he is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Raihan: ...ugh yeah, I guess.
A groan of agitation escaped his lips, leaning his head back to rest on the couch. "It doesn't mean it's any less frustrating..." Raihan grumbled aloud, flopping the Rotom down next to him. Leon had a point he knew that, even if he didn't want to just leave it at that.
Charity or not, competition was competition. 'As gym leaders are we not supposed to stun the crowd and set the stakes high?'
The fire gym leader would say otherwise, hell, he could hear that stern militant tone already. Pale blue eyes of aquamarine closed, that familiar voice kicked up in his mind like a sandstorm. The lofty sigh of nostalgic familiarity to Raihan's headstrong opinion:
"You are not wrong Raihan, yet there is more than one technique to flourish another's potential. It is not always the run that secures you the finish line." The dragon tamer mumbled in mockery to himself, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Oh, how he could listen to that man scold, tease and grumble all day. Simply music to his ears if it undoubtedly meant igniting that fire in the more experienced leader's bladed eyes.
Raihan's thoughts swirled to the scenario he weaved in his mind palace. A jeer here, a snide comment there that would earn him the cutest little snarl from the shorter man. With a sigh escaping him, his hand wandered down to palm through his lounge pants, rubbing languid circles so alleviate the arousal that piqued. It was a satisfying fantasy to ease his mind from his hardheaded opinions and disagreement...that was until Rotom chirped against his thigh. Raihan yelped out loud in surprise, body jumping with a sharp inhale. Lifting Rotom, it was Leon again.
Rival: Maybe a change of the weather is needed, man. Try joining the tournament for once and kick up a surprise for the old man!
Raihan stared at the message, an eye roll to the minor pun. An elongated canine stuck out as he worried his bottom lip thoughtfully.
One thing was for certain: he was in no state to just trot on down to Wydon stadium— observant eyes flicking to the prominent tent protruding from his lounge pants in validation. Even so Leon did bring up an idea, one even he, Raihan hated to admit he didn't think of until now.
As if on queue the tv's intermission from the tournament ceased. Opening up the tournament's halftime with that very voice drawing out answers to an interviewer's questions regarding the matches so far. Vibrant pupils gradually rose to gaze at the screen with a lovely blush creeping up his neck.
A noise escaped from deep within his throat. Body providing an involuntary jolt, he first caught sight of the glistening speckles along the gym leaders muscled neck, shining so brightly against the blaring stadium light. Thank the chairman for the 4k screen. Soaking up every intricate detail down to the man's sweating sheen shimmering with the turn of the head, a flex of the neck muscles ...oh what he would give...
"H-hey Rotom" He announced thoughtlessly, mind too busy marveling over the extraordinary man of fires' poise— so calm yet obviously breaking a sweat.
'Perhaps if I stoked the fire…'
"...call Ol' Sparks, will ya?"
Sitting up, Raihan discarded his hoodie and hurled it onto the coffee table, legs spreading just a bit more to get himself comfy. His palm returned to groping and grabbing himself through the fabrics, he never once took his vivid eyes off the screen. He was waiting...waiting for…
"Mnn? Pardon me." He heard Kabu through the speakers apologetically, releasing the Rotom of his own to swirl and float gracefully in front of him. 'Here it comes' Raihan thought excitably, a thumb pressing eagerly into the head of his prick through his pants, fierce eyes locked the screen in fixation.
The Motostoke Gym leader visibly stiffened, the interviewer noisily inquiring about the Rotom's caller. As if on queue that trademark sigh instantly following a quick ominous smirk flashed on the screen.
"Heh, now let the real games begin" Raihan cooed with a taut buck of his hips into his hand whilst the man on the telly curtly apologized, briskly abandoning the interviewer alone awkwardly on the screen.
"Raihan..." Rumbled through his Rotom causing the very man being addressed to gasp.
"O-oh! Hey old man, whatcha up to?"
There's that sigh again, his favorite! His nimble fingers now danced up to his waistband teasingly.
"Raihan... you know very well what I am up to."
"Oh! Right, the tournament challenge!? Was t-hat mmnnn— was that today?!" thick lashes clenched tightly together, his nimble fingers had discovered his own heated flesh to the stern flat tone. 'No-nonsense...I like that...I can work with this.' He reeled in his thoughts, stammering through his cheery words.
There was a deafening silence on the other end, a calculating pause that had him suddenly holding his breath.
"what are you doing?" Kabu's pleasant voice came through the Rotom mellower...lower. That earned him a small squeeze that spills a soft whine.
"Just you know, watchin' the tournaments and—"
"How's Leon's match?"
"Mmmnn Goo...W-wait pardon? Leon's?"
"Ah, I see...Well, since this isn't dire—"
"Nononono!" The dragon tamer panicked, almost beggingly. ‘ Definitely not begging’ he told himself sternly. The great Raihan never begs.
Before the man of fire could respond he promptly stopped all fondling to say clearly. "Hey, Rotom— Kabu's Rotom Autopilot follow." A chirp and a grunt on the receiving end sounded and a satisfied smile graced Raihan's face.
‘ Damn thing ’ Kabu mused thoughtfully as the device wriggled free from his grasp to hover close instead. He wasn't illiterate with technology but for the life of him, he could not figure out what Raihan did to it so the device followed the young lad's voice as well. It could be downright infuriating sometimes.
Exhaling an annoyed huff, the gym leader strutted toward the stadium tunnel. Fine. ‘If he desperately wanted to play with fire…’
"Very well..."
"Naw, come now sparx I just wanted to talk—" Raihan began when he detected the disgruntled tone, then the deafening roar of the lively crowd resonated from the screen cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Hey, Raihan" His eyes opened to his name, craning his head to examine the telly once more.
His body shivered as he witnessed Kabu stride, not jog— stride out of the stadium entrance. A smug smile and piercing eyes glancing sidelong at the Rotom hovering at the gym leaders' side. A quivering breath drizzled from Raihan's lips as they parted unconsciously, a heat unfurling in his stomach. The elder man must have overheard because a flashy smile wavered onto his lips before he halted in place on his side of the stadium field.
"Erm...Y-yeah?" Raihan faltered, his boisterous arrogance beginning to whittle like a weather effect buffeting him.
"You wouldn't mind flipping to cam call, would you? After all, I clearly am needed for something."
This wasn't going to script, not at all. Not how he fantasized it as his face grew extremely hot to the nonchalant request. Nevertheless, his cock twitched to the change in tactics. Raihan's brief silence had the elder sniggering, the charismatic leader of Hammerlocke could witness that on the screen whilst hearing it through the device.
"U-Uh yeah of course!" He chirped, pressing a button on his Rotom, allowing it to float gently around him.
When the screen connected, Kabu was pitching an ultra ball of his. Muscled leg rising and torso twisting to the flick of his gloved wrist as the luminous ball slung from his grasp. A perfect frame, one that would easily put Leon and himself to shame. A joyous bark of his Arcanine sounded before silver eyes looked sidelong to the Rotom directly at Raihan.
"Hmm, so you were actually watching my tournament." He commented, eyeing the flushed face bemused, bright aquamarine orbs beaming at him.
"I mean it's kinda hard when the stadium is booing so loud at your what is it now....1:3? Is it? The whole hotel was rumbling!" Raihan's stare unwavered, a brow rising challengingly to the tempered eyes. They narrowed slightly.
'Not breaking easy this time old man...'
"Arcanine, dodge!" Kabu's voice barked, a bite to his command as his attention diverted back to the challenger.
Raihan couldn't help but smile slyly with sharp canines, his experienced hand slowly stroking himself. Fingertips teased the skin, his body squirming a little as he said sweetly. "I think it's you who are in need. You were the one to lect—"
"BITE!" His voice was unusually harsh while he gnashed his teeth. The crowd roared as the local announcer commended the clever move as the competitor's Pokemon fainted.
The dragon trainer felt his breath hitch to the rapid flare in the Motostoke’s leader’s mood, the crowd cheering enthusiastically for him in the background. Now that was something he could always fall against a soft bed or plush couch and fantasize to.
A hiss and muffled churr slipped off his tongue, eyes rolling back into his skull listening to the chanting praises. The hand he had been teasing himself with slid under his waistband, fingertips grazing the leaking member the Hammerlocke leader had been working up.
"About boosting potential through different type moves that are not your own Pokemon's?" Kabu retorted disregarding the screen adding coolly, "Be fortunate you are not participating in the tournament today, Raihan."
"Is that a challenge, Mr. Kabu?" Raihan groaned, an eye peeking open to observe the vexed expression the other man undoubtedly had.
Kabu went instantly to snarl at the blasted screen only to see it had disconnected and the call had ended.