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My eyes peeled open and the stunning light forced them shut again, I massaged my forehead as the realisation of what went on last night struck me like a truck. I slowly awoke as I laid in a dried pool of various Pokemon's cum. I noticed Rio and Night, sleeping on my chest, exhausted from their exertion during the prior night, as well as Tom, about a foot away, waking up, and completely naked. I caressed Night and Rio's heads, waking them up softly. "C'mon guys, we're leaving now." They slowly got up, yawning and stretching wide. I headed over to the table where Matt had laid my clean clothes, and grabbed them, "Hey, Matt, d'you have a shower I could use?" I looked over to the door, where Matt stood, fully nude, and awake, "Yeah, use the back shed, it has a cum solvent soap." I smirked and nodded, "Cheers." I headed towards the back shed, hearing slight crackling noise as I broke the solid film of cum that coated my body.

I stepped out of the shed, all clean, awake and ready for another day, As I exited the front door, saying my final goodbyes to Matt, Tom was standing impatiently outside, resting upon a wooden fence. "What the fuck took you so long?" He growled, his face scrunched into a scowl. "What got up your ass? Other than that Absol, eh? Eh?" I laughed a little as I approached him, the grass still a little soggy from the heavy torrent of rain that we endured last night, but he was clearly not amused. "Shut the fuck up and give me Rio's ball." I stood and stared, quizzically, and shocked at his down right belligerent tone. I threw him a pokeball which was already firmly gripped in my hands. He snapped out and caught it, even though it was a lousy throw. "What's going on man? You seemed like this yesterday morning?" He frowned at me, still his steely gaze burned into my eyes. "Rio... is falling for you, I see it when he cums in you, he doesn't have a look of satisfaction, like he does when we're together..." He turned away, either embarrassed, or deeply angered. "He has a look of... love." His fists clenched and his anger boiled in him like magma. I sighed, "I-If you want, I could stop making love with him." I stopped before him with a look of concern, and planted my hand on his shoulder.

As soon as my hand touched his shoulder, he swung around, causing me to stagger back a couple of feet, and before I could move, his tightly clenched fist slammed into my jaw. The sudden blow, and strength knocked me straight to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud, and wiped a little blood from my open mouth. "W-why? I though we wer-ere friends! I thought th-a-at we were, lovers!" I sobbed, tears begginning to well up in my eyes. "You are no lover of mine, nor a friend." He walked to my side and planted a strong kick in the right of my ribs, and then turned away. "You are dead to me, cross me again, and you actually die." He trotted off, out of my life, leaving me a crying, sore, bleeding heap.

A few weak knocks echoed through the lounge room that Matt was sitting in. He lifted himself from the small, leather recliner, perched in front of a large TV and headed towards the door. He slid the lock and pulled the door inwards, his eyes widened with trepidation. "Eddie! What happened?" I stood on his doorstep, sobbing and with my face covered in drying blood. "T-T-Tom... H-h-he..." I burst into tears and Matt gently helped me past the threshold, and into his main room. "Wait here, I'll get the first aid, and then I'll give you a bath." With that he bolted across the room and into the kitchen, where the first aid kit was sitting, open on the counter. (Matt had a little habit of burning himself in the kitchen). And sprang back over to me, helping me over to the stairwell.

We opened the door to the white tiled bathroom and supported me as I staggered into the dry bathroom. I sat down hard on the closed, shiny toilet, as Matt made his way to the bath. He extended his arms in silence and turned the knobs, soon followed by a torrent of water flooding out of the faucet.

Once the water reached an appropriate level, Matt turned the knobs back, stopping the pouring water. "Alright then, let's get your clothes off." He turned to me, real worried and concerned for my safety. He helped me with my shirt, I slowly lifted my arms, allowing him to lift the slighly bloody shirt off me. He threw it in a nearby hamper, He grabbed my belt line, and slid it down a little, he was a little surprised at the sight that sat before him, my underwear had a darkened patch at the front, at the bottom of my small bulge. "Oh, you... wet yourself... Here." He moved his hand up and slipped his thumbs under the waistline. He pulled them down, with my slightly damp jeans. He pulled off my shoes without undoing the laces, and slid the pants to the floor.

"C'mon buddy, into the bath." He helped me up, my tears had stopped flowing now, but I was still in shock. He placed my arm across his shoulders, and lifted me up. We walked in tandem to the bath. Matt gently lowered me into the bath, the warm water was a blessing on my sore skin. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside. He perched himself beside the bathtub and picked up a face towel. He dipped it in the water and dabbed it on my face. "So, why did Tom do this?" I winced as he dabbed some blood from my sore chin. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing and calm myself, "He thinks that Rio was falling in love with me, and I guess it was just envy." He sighed, "Much conflict I sense in that one, mmm." I chuckled a little, before being struck with imense pain. "Shh, try not to use your mouth too much." He finished wiping the blood off of my face, "There, all bloodless, I'll leave you to linger, don't fall asleep, just ring this intercom if you need anything." He gestured to a plastic-covered control panel on the wall. I sat up in the bath and cried out in pain. He moved closer to me, "What is it?" I held my side under the clear, warm bathwater. "My ribs, they hurt." He reached his hand into the water and felt the side of my torso, "There?" I shook my head, and he moved his hand a little further down my torso and I winced and inhaled sharply. "They don't feel broken, but just in case, I'll take you to the pokecenter tommorrow." I slowed my breathing enough to speak, "Thank you, you're a good guy." He grinned, and I leant closer to him, closing my eyes and puckering my lips, before I could reach his, a finger stopped me. "I can't take advantage of you. You just tell me when you want to get out of the bath." And with that, he walked out of the bathroom, and I sighed, before facepalming myself.

Matt sat in his living room, perched on his recliner, watching Man vs Wild on his large, LCD TV. "This dude is insane!" A buzz from the immediately adjacent wall caught his attention. He reached his arm over and pushed the largest button with his middle finger, and said, button still depressed. "Yeah, man?" My voice rang through, slightly stifled and static-y. "I'm ready to get out now..." Matt cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone area of the intercom. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute with a clean towel, and some clothes."

About a minute later Matt walked into the bathroom, a towel and clothes in hand. The bath had already been drained, he handed me the towel gently and laid the clothes on the toilet. I extended my hand, and he grasped it firmly, hoisting me out of the soaked tub. I lost my footing and slipped, falling back down to the tub. A quick jab, and I found my self in the arms of Matt. "You... You saved me, that would have really hurt..." I hugged him tight as he moved me onto his floor mat. He rubbed the towel down my body, drying me off and helped me with my clothing. The pants were easy, my legs weren't sore, my shirt was something else. "Arms up." I lifted my arms slowly, and winced and yelled when my right arm lifted, both it and my ribs screamed in pain. He quickly whipped the shirt on with a blink of an eye, and my arm was lowered. "C'mon man, we can go down to the living room, I'll make you some lunch." And with that he helped me out of the bathroom, and instead of down the stairs, we turned the other way, and headed down the hall, to the farthest room, we stepped in, It was amazing. A huge screen was draped over the left wall, a projector sat atop a small podium to the right, next to the podium was a large wooden set of drawers. Each drawer had a label, stuff like, Comedy, Action, Sci-Fi, Crime fiction, and one labeled 'home vids'. Just under the podium, was a large, cushioned lounge, with a few pokemon-shaped pillows on it. In each corner of the room were tall, speakers. "Wow! Nice home cinema!" He chuckled a bit, "Yeah, thanks, take a seat." He gestured the lounge and I sat on the far end of the lounge, imbedded on the arm of the chair were, a set of controls such as 'TV', 'DVD', and channel and Volume levels. Behind all those was an intercom. "Gimme a buzz if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, so that's frequency 2." I nodded as he left the room, down the hall and towards the kitchen.

I hit the largest button on the TV controls, which was obviously, due to it's markings, the 'on/off' button. The screen filled with images of full-grown men and pokemon getting it on. I hit the 2 on the intercom and heard a; "Yeah?" From the other side, "What's this about?" I asked turning up the volume of the loud moans of the porn stars. "Oh... Uh... That's... not mine?" I laughed down the intercom, while turning it down, "Yeah, I'm sure buddy. Watcha cooking?" "Steak, how do you like yours?" "Medium rare." "Got it." I hit the cancel conversation button on the intercom and his the 'TV' button. There was not much on, but I settled on the 'Elite four challenges of last year'.

After little less than half and hour the strong aroma of steak filled my nostrils, as Matt burst in, two full plates in hand. "Here we are, Bon apetit." He handed me a plate, with a knife and fork, the dinner was really well prepared, despite the small burn mark on Matt's hand. The plate was complete with Steak, and plenty of salad, a little letuce, some cucumber, but the main thing that caught my eye was, Tomatoes! "Dude, how'd you know I love tomatoes!" I said happily, cutting my steak. "You love tomatoes? No way! I love tomatoes!"

About halfway through our meal, I swallowed a big mouthful of steak and tomato, and said, "So how'd a twelve year old get such an awesome house like this?" He put his knife and fork down, and turned to speak to me. "Well, this place is my Dad's, but ever since he became the Champ, I've gotten this place all to myself! Free food too! What?" He caught my dropped jaw, "You're Dad's the Champ?" "Yeah, he's pretty powerful, but I'm going to beat him! Garaunteed! I've already got Cerulean, Pewter and Saffron badges!" I sighed, "Me and Tom were going for the elite four too..." He put his hand on my shoulder, "Cheer up buddy! If he beat you up because of someone else's emotion, then he obviously isn't a very good person."

By the time the dinner was done, and Matt had taken our plates down to the dishwasher, I felt like I knew him better than I had ever known Tom. For one, his Dad was the champ, he was rather ambitious, he loved tomatoes, and as I've always known, he is damn cute.

Hours past and Matt almost yelped when he saw the radio/clock sitting beside the lounge; 2:27 AM. "We better get to bed." I sighed and nodded, really enjoying the deep conversation between the two of us. I hoisted myself up and slowly, my legs still half asleep. He took my hand and walked me out of the room, hitting a button on the wall panel, shutting of the power to the home cinema room. The first door that I came to, was quietly pushed open, "This is your accommodation for the night, enjoy your stay and thank you for flying air kanto." I waddled over to the bed, collapsing on to it with a moan of comfort and contention. "I really appreciate you doing this for me. Matt, you're a real good guy." A small, warm smile formed on Matt's lips, "Thanks man, good night." He closed the door and I rolled over, "Oh, my god, I think I'm in love..."