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“Yooou sure this is a good idea?” Buizel asked worriedly as Charmander made the finishing touches on his log boat.

“Absolutely!” Charmander assured him, patting him on the shoulder. “And if it isn’t, you’ll be right there to fish me out! Don’t let me die, haha.”

Strangely, to Charmander, the reassurance did not seem to alleviate Buizel’s worry and Buizel just looked more nervous. Still though, he was sure this would work great. “Help me get it to the water,” he asked, already trying to pull the boat.

Charmander’s log boat was, well, just as it sounded like. An old log cut in half by some old battle, with the insides eaten out was the perfect size for Charmander to sit in, and he knew logs floated, he’d seen it. So, it seemed like a great idea to finally float in the river with Buizel.

Buizel always said it was great, but Charmander couldn’t do much more than dip his toes in. None of the swimming laps and loop de loops that Buizel did all the time.

Helping him as a good friend, Buizel pushed as Charmander pulled to the edge of the stream. Charmander’s tail swept back and forth, letting off little excited sparks as he got closer and closer to the water.

“Aren’t you, um, scared or anything?” Buizel asked as they neared the stream.

“Nah! But it is exciting, my heart is pounding!” Charmander bounced from one foot to the other. “Alright, you get into the river and hold it so I can get on my boat.”

His boat, mostly just the log but with some accessories, a scratch in the shape of his foot and Buizel’s whiskers along with a cool stick he found jammed into the middle whose leaves flapped in the wind like a flag.

Buizel drifted into the water with ease, holding the boat as Charmander pushed it into the river. “Got it?”

“I think so.”

“Hold it steady!” Charmander judged the distance he had to go and jumped a little to land in his boat.

Instantly it would have capsized, and he would have plunged into the cold water, but Buizel was there to brace against the side and held it just steady enough for it to stop rocking, Charmander clinging to the edges as it did so.

“...hoo, that was close!” Charmander laughed and puffed a few sparks. “Thanks, Bui! Woah, this is cool, I’m on the water.” He held his tail up so it didn’t ignite the boat and Buizel, very very carefully, began to pull it away from the shore and into the grip of the river.

Charmander couldn’t quite let go of the sides of the boat, lest it rock and throw him out of course he wasn’t scared or anything, but Buizel stayed right by it, swimming along with ease, his cute tails flicking like a human boat's propellers.

“How crazy is this? I’m on the water!” Charmander huffed, feeling his heart continue to hammer hard enough to feel it in his throat. “You just jump in this thing every day; how does it not carry you away?”

“I just swim against it,” Buizel said, paws never leaving the boat completely. It did not look stable and rocked with the slightest push, of which the river did many.

“Are you ever worried when you get to the surface, the water just won’t let you out?” Charmander asked. He sure had worried for Buizel like that, the water didn’t always look like it was so easy to break.

“No… well now I will.”

“Heheheh, sorry.”

Slowly, but surely, Charmander began to relax, take in the sights around him from a new angle, and forgot to hold his tail out of the way.

Most of the time, most things didn’t burn all that quickly and once he noticed his tail had flagged, it was easy to fix. But old wood ignited quickly, and the smell of smoke was noticed just before the fire.

“Oh no! Buizel, I set the boat on fire!” he yelped, standing up quickly.

Buizel was an expert at putting out his accidental fires, really it was one of the foundations of their bond, but he wasn’t typically on a rickety little unstable boat and as he stood and Buizel let go of the boat on firefighting reflex, it sharply tipped.

And Charmander fell into the water.

His gasp was cut short. The idyllic boat ride ended with a swift plunge into the chilly river. Everything went sharply cold and very dark, surrounded by murky blues and browns.

Charmander felt Buizel’s paws hook around him after what could have only been a few seconds, but everything felt like it slowed down for him, going sluggish, hard to think, harder to react. It felt like minutes before he was thrown out of the water and by that point, his tail flame was already sputtering out.

Buizel had reacted in seconds, but he’d never seen Charmander plunge into water before. It had rained plenty of times, and he couldn’t play in the rain with him, unable to join in as Buizel raced around feeling twice as quick. He said his tail going out would be bad news for him and it was one of the few things he always took seriously.

Until today it seemed, going out on the river, why? For the thrill? Or because Buizel always talked about how great it was.

Buizel grabbed his best friend and swam them out of the river immediately, throwing Charmander up and the lizard splatted on the shore with a thump, going all limp as his tail flame spat and sputtered, smaller than Buizel had ever seen it.

“Charmander?” Buizel called, leaping out of the water after him and scampering over to him. “Charmander? Charmander? Are you okay? Charmander, say something!”

Charmander wasn’t responding, his chest wasn’t moving either and Buizel looked around for anyone to help him. There was no one. Thinking quickly, he remembered the first lessons about breathing they were taught when they started to swim.

Everyone had to breathe, if you needed to you came up for air. He’d once seen one of the younger ones stay down too long and the floatzel’s breathed into their mouth.

Breathed into their mouth!

That was it!

Buizel launched himself on top of Charmander and grabbed his head and moved it up, pulling his mouth open. He had sharp teeth but if he bit him that meant he would be conscious enough to breathe, so he didn’t hesitate any longer and pressed his muzzle to Charmander’s mouth.

He breathed hard. Some air came through Charmander’s nostrils and so Buizel covered those with his paw and went again. Again. Another time. He was gearing up for another when something started happening.

Charmander, mostly but not completely unconscious, felt something warm and a little fuzzy touching his mouth before a breath of air blew some of the fogginess out of his brain. Then another, something tickling his face and neck as well, reminded him of Buizel’s whiskers for some reason.

By the third, he recognised whatever it was as a mouth and not fully comprehending that he was given rescue breaths, he pressed back against it.

Buizel didn’t notice they were just kissing until Charmander’s tongue pressed into his mouth and then he gasped and recoiled. “Charmander!?” he asked, noticing Charmander was breathing hard on his own.

Charmander’s eyes cracked open, a little unfocused for a moment before they centred on him. “Why’d you stop?” he panted.

“Um.”

Charmander licked his lips, more than a bit dazed but he recognised that he really enjoyed that experience. Maybe not the almost death, but what came after it. “Oh no, was I dying and you were sharing your feelings and I missed it?”

“W-What?”

“You can say it again,” Charmander breathed. “I’ll-”

“Charmander!” Buizel tackle-hugged him. “I’m so sorry! I let go and you fell in and almost died and I almost lost you and it was my fault! I’m so so sorry!”

“Woah, woah, woah-hey, it’s okay.” Charmander patted him on the back. “It was fun until I almost died, but I’m glad I did because the stuff that came after was fun. I didn’t know you felt like that.”

“I was giving you rescue breaths, you insane pokemon!” Buizel snapped, but it lacked any heat whatsoever.

“But you were totally kissing me back.”

“I wasn’t kissing you at all!”

“Really?” Charmander looked very down at that statement. “Aww, I really enjoyed that.”

“You… you did?”

“When I thought it was kissing, that was cool, and neat, and stuff.”

“It was?”

“Yeah.”

Charmander continued looking down, all sad and wet and very pathetic really. Buizel looked at him for all of five seconds and shyly asked, “Did you want to keep kissing?”

“Yes! Yes, I do.” And Charmander tackled him back.

“Eek,” Buizel gasped as he was pushed onto his back, Charmander’s hands on either side of his head. Charmander grinned down at him, all orange, all shiny from his dip in the river, all excited. “I-I haven’t.”

“That’s cool,” Charmander said and pressed his mouth back to Buizel’s. Buizel yelped again before sighing as Charmander’s long hot tongue pressed into his mouth, he’d never had something as hot as that in his mouth before and it felt wonderful.

The coolness of Buizel’s mouth in contrast was heavenly for Charmander as he laid his scaly chest on Buizel’s fluffy one. The fur tickled his scales in a pleasant way and Buizel’s paws rose hesitantly to wrap around Charmander’s back.

They kissed and breathed and laughed and moaned before Charmander broke the kiss to nibble at Buizel’s neck.

“A-ah, have. Have you?” Buizel whimpered as Charmander did something with his tongue that sent shivers up his spine.

“Mm,” was what Charmander replied with.

Buizel decided it didn’t matter, they shared a lot but he wouldn’t blame Charmander for getting lucky while he pined from a distance. They’d grown up together, and Charmander said he would wait for him to evolve to do it himself. Buizel just kinda sorta wanted to get everything out of this body first.

And now that everything was biting his neck where his flotation collar met it and it was making his body feel wonderful things.

Charmander’s hand moved and bumped against Buizel’s appreciation of the work and paused. Charmander removed his mouth, licking little bits of fur away and turned to look. Buizel covered his face with his paws in embarrassment as Charmander got a close look at just how much he enjoyed the kissing.

“You’re so cute,” Charmander said fondly and Buizel gasped as he felt Charmander touch around his sheath. “Can I?”

“P-please,” Buizel said, gasping as Charmander grabbed his dick with both hands.

“You’re so leaky,” Charmander said in glee, stroking his hands up and down, gathering precum that was already running like the river behind them. “I’m leaky too, but not like this.” He removed one hand to lick the precum, long tongue slithering between his digits in full sight of Buizel.

One eye closed, the other peeking out at Buizel’s reaction with a smirk on his face, Charmander brought both hands back down and squeezed Buizel’s dick gently, stroking upwards and collecting precum before bringing his hand back to the base and repeating it over and over and over again.

Charmander looked as if he was enjoying this as much as Buizel was, taking in every squirm with relish, tightening or loosening his grip when he felt Buizel begin to throb, stalling him from going over the edge so quickly.

He clearly wanted something, a cheeky grin on his face like embers dancing in his eyes. Buizel squirmed on the ground, tail tips flicking left and right and smacking Charmander’s legs until his body began to give in to the need and he began to thrust.

“There we go,” Charmander cooed as Buizel panted, nose and ears all red as he thrust his dick sloppily in Charmander’s tight, warm, grip. “It feels good, right?”

Buizel nodded urgently, getting into a better rhythm as Charmander held him steady, dick poking through the hole Charmander made with his hands, tip spilling precum that glazed Charmander’s fingers.

Charmander took one of his hands away as Buizel’s thrusts got into a rhythm, fucking his hand and reaching down with his pre-soaked fingers to grope at Buizel’s balls. His eyes outright sparkled with delight, always wanting to play around with the orange sack but never having the boldness to ask that of Buizel. He was careful, Buizel had proved in the past that they were sensitive, and it just had Buizel whimpering in pleasure.

Wetting his body with his own precum, Charmander trailed a slick finger down the soft fur beneath Buizel’s legs until it circled his tight, pink, pucker, tracing around it teasingly as Buizel’s yelps grew even stronger.

Buizel was lifting his body off the ground with his needy thrusts, fucking Charmander’s sopping hand with full on abandon and Charmander knew he must be about to burst. His hand felt warmer than it did on anything besides his own dick, heart rattling in his chest as he pressed Buizel, his bestest friend and maybe something more now, to a big orgasm.

“Ch-Char, I’m gonnnnngh,” Buizel squeaked as Charmander’s warm tight grip proved too much and his cock began to burst, painting his chest in runny streams of white as his hips overtook his body and thrust hard into Charmander’s hands.

“Good boy,” Charmander hummed approvingly as Buizel came to his hands. “You like that? You like my hands on your cock, Buizel? I had no idea. Had no idea you wanted this so bad. If I’d have known, I’d have given you a hand sooner, you didn’t have to save my life, y’know? I’d have loved to stroke you off and more anytime you wanted to.”

The words pressed another spurt or two out of him before he sagged hard, panting, one eye closed due to the cumshot reaching as far as his head. Charmander crawled up him and licked his face, cleaning his eye of his own cum before pressing their mouths together again.

Buizel grabbed him again, this time more eagerly, moaning contently into his mouth as Charmander crawled on top of him. He was a little bigger in size, but they’d never tested it quite this closely before.

Charmander climbing onto him pushed another matter directly to his attention. Charmander was hard. Charmander was hard. Against him. Charmander was hard for him.

“You’re hard too?” Buizel asked, all too innocently even if he didn’t mean to be.

Charmander grinned at him. “That’s what happens, y’know?”

Buizel blushed. “I know that! I just….”

Charmander seemed to get what he meant, and he licked his chin to his nose. “I think you’re really sexy, Buizel. You’re so nice too. I really wanted this, I’m just glad you wanted it too.”

Buizel hugged him, Charmander hugged him back. It was all too soft for the hardness pressing into Buizel’s belly.

Soon, though, Buizel loosened the hug. “Can I?” he asked shyly, looking down at Charmander’s tapered cock.

“Play with it as much as you want~” Charmander said eagerly.

Buizel wasted no time, bringing one paw to it and stroking it, letting it glide against his paw pads and between his digits. Charmander wasn’t kidding about being leaky, there was a damp spot on his fur and his paw was getting soaked just jerking him off. He brought a second paw and did his best in copying what Charmander had done to him, stroking and replacing so that the motion never stopped.

Charmander huffed pleasured sounds against his neck, head laying on the back of Buizel’s as they remained as close as they had been while hugging. Buizel couldn’t move his eyes away from the twitching rod that came from Charmander’s slit, he’d peaked but never had seen Charmander hard before.

Never imagined just how hot it would feel in his paws. Even hotter than his tongue had, like Charmander had fire in his blood and it was all pumped to this point here.

“Can I taste it?” Buizel asked.

“You don’t have to ask,” Charmander said, thinking he just meant to lick his paws.

He was pleasantly proven wrong when Buizel bent further, nose twitching as he took in Charmander’s scent of male, before opening his mouth and licking his cock.

“A-ah,” Charmander gasped as the warm, flat, tongue lapped at his sensitive flesh. “O-oh, that’s what you, yeah, play as much as you want, Bui.” He rubbed Buizel’s back as Buizel licked all the precum spread over his dick off before taking the tip into his mouth and beginning to suck.

Charmander’s legs quivered a moment as Buizel swallowed, swirling the heated precum in his mouth before taking it into his belly, daring to take more and more into his mouth until Charmander was tickling his throat.

All buizel that Buizel knew were excellent at holding their breath. And if he needed a bit of mouth-to-mouth afterwards, that was okay. He pressed harder, letting Charmander’s tip spear into the back of his throat and was rewarded with a loud moan from Charmander.

Feeling Buizel’s tight throat convulse around his cock was heavenly and he began breathing out sparks, pulling his head away from Buizel’s ignitable back to do so. His hips moved a little, grinding just that slightest bit into Buizel’s throat as he made soft gagging sounds as Charmander used his throat.

“B-Bui, I’m gonna cum soon. Do you want me to pull out?”

“Mmhmm,” Buizel said as best he could.

“Ahh, Bui, that’s not really an answer,” he puffed out. Buizel made his answer known by grabbing onto Charmander’s butt and holding him in place.

No clearer ‘Cum in my mouth’ had been said and Charmander couldn’t hold it back any longer. His thrusts amplified for a sharp moment before he pressed slit flushed against Buizel’s mouth and nose, groaning softly as his cock pulsed hard, dumping a death-defied load down his saviour's gullet.

Charmander continued grinding into Buizel’s mouth as he came, filling Buizel’s stomach with his heated seed before Buizel pulled back enough to suck on the shaft again, filling his mouth with his cum instead and swallowing that.

Charmander kept on humping his mouth until his orgasm died off, pulling out of Buizel’s mouth with a gasp of his own, still twitching as Buizel pulled himself up and kissed him hard.

They shared the taste of cum and their air until they were both going to go blue in the face, Buizel licking at his neck while Charmander sighed in happiness.

The boat ride may have been a bit stupid in the end, but it sure worked out well for him.