The desert grass was warm under Wes’s back, but he couldn’t remember lying down.
Rui was with him, at least—that much he remembered. In their travels, they had happened upon an oasis in the sands of Orre; Rui had guided Wes to the right spot. Wes hadn’t thought much of it; even if he was the one who usually charted their paths, it would have been ridiculous to think that Rui had never traveled before they met. He let her do what she wanted to do.
For once, things hadn’t gone according to his meticulous plans. Wes was used to meeting and handling Pokémon, but most of his encounters with them during his Team Snagem days had been from the other side of the bars of a cage. Wild Pokémon were still rare sightings, especially in the stretches of desert they had been camping in recently, so he hadn’t expected to see any. After all his many travels, Wes could still count the ones he’d met on one hand.
When they had pulled over, a strange Pokémon had waited for them at the water’s edge. Again, Wes had been intrigued, but he hadn’t paid it much mind. Who was he to assume he had seen every Pokémon in Orre? When his back was turned, Rui had dashed to the water’s edge, and he hadn’t noticed until it was too late.
In retrospect, he wasn’t sure what he expected to happen, but it hadn’t been this. Rui was cornered, and she didn’t have any companion Pokémon of her own. He acted on instinct; without thinking, Wes shoved Rui out of harm’s way, knocking her into the water as the creature vented sweet-smelling spores from every angle. It dashed off before he could catch it or knock it out, so he rushed to her side, too alarmed even to think about revenge as the spores caught in his throat.
Her lashes fluttered as Wes pulled him into her arms. If he hadn’t been so dizzy, he might have tried to ask, Are you hurt? But when he looked down at Rui’s drenched body, his mind screened out into emptiness.
Rui’s top had gone shiny and clear under the hot sun and water. Her chest was pink with summer heat, tapering into soft, shiny peaks against her cold shirt. Her breasts were too modest, he realized, for her to need a bra. Embarrassed, Wes looked away, trying to ignore the hot, whirling dizziness growing in his stomach.
As she sat up, Rui whispered a sweet, quiet word of thanks to Wes, blinking sun out of her eyes. She smiled as she stood up, something strange playing over her face as she looked at him. Wes swallowed, mouth running dry as Rui stood up. He couldn’t get the sweet twinkle of her voice out of his head.
Rui hiked up her skirt—it had to be an accident, Wes thought as she squeezed water from it, but he felt lucky—he had never noticed how smooth her thighs were, how plush. The sun glinted off her skin, and he noticed a thin line under her skirt where her skin ran just a little bit paler. Just like him, she was starting to tan.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When she noticed him looking—when she didn’t hide herself from him—when she tugged her skirt up just a little bit more—he should have realized that something was different. But he didn’t. He just stared into those soft, tan thighs, waiting for something to break the silence between them.
“Um… Wes?”
It wasn’t enough to get his attention. His thoughts crawled along like molasses, too-thick and looping in foggy circles. He wanted to reach out and touch those two lines of pale skin. He wanted to feel them between his teeth.
Rui giggled despite herself. Wes didn’t notice. Something about the way she moved felt especially languid under Wes’s eyes, slow and meandering but somehow transgressive. She tilted her hips ever so slightly, and they demanded his full attention. Her skirt clung to her thighs wetly, clinging high enough that he could see her panties. They were white—closer to pink from the water—and printed all over with strawberries and curls of cream.
She tipped her head to one side. “You look a little under the weather, Wes. Let me have a look at you.”
The part of Wes that was still sensible took half a step back as she reached for him, but he stopped in his tracks, head spinning. He couldn’t move, and something burned between his thighs inside his tight black pants.
Rui paid little mind to his hesitation. “Aren’t we a team?” she asked, not at all looking for an answer. “We’re a team, so it's okay. You could be sick.” She said again, “Let me have a look,” and Wes relented, forgetting how to signal no.
A team. Something about that reminded him of something else, something he couldn’t remember; it made him angry, and all that anger went straight to his cock. His eyes trailed down Rui’s belly and settled on the faint trail of hair that peeked out from the top of her skirt. He had seen it before, but he had always pretended not to notice. Wes didn’t get close to anyone, and he didn’t give himself over to basic animal impulses. He wasn’t like that. And the Rui he knew wouldn’t like that kind of attention—definitely not.
But something about today was different.
Rui knelt down and took his hand in hers. She drew her body closer to his, pressing one of his gloved fingers to her lips. Wes could feel warmth radiating from her belly even under the cool oasis breeze. He closed his eyes, mind falling away into the sound of rustling palms above, and she pulled off his glove with her teeth.
“Wes,” she whispered, trailing his palm down her chest to her tummy, “I’ll help you. Don’t worry.”
He made a sound of acknowledgement but kept his eyes shut, too immersed in how soft her body felt against his hand. His palms were calloused and scarred, but Rui’s flesh was pliant and softer than warm butter. He caressed her with his free hand, admiring the feeling as Rui unfastened the clip that held her skirt around her waist.
Wes accepted the situation for what it was. It was so much harder to think than normal. He didn’t worry about it. It felt so much better to be touched.
Rui lowered him into the oasis grass with gentle hands. Wes sighed as the back of his head met the warm earth. When was the last time he had truly been at ease? The white sand shifted under his heels as Rui spread his legs. Something soft settled between them, and Wes stretched his hands out, hungry fingers seeking the source of his pleasure. His gloved hands settled over the back of Rui’s head; she squeaked, perhaps in shock, but she settled her face between his thighs, moaning softly as Wes stroked her hair.
He didn’t remember undoing his pants, but Rui’s hands snaked into them, pulling down his underwear and fanning over his cock. Her hands were somehow even softer than the rest of her; Wes groaned as she stroked his flesh, cuddling into his dick like it was her best friend. She let out a high, feathery moan as she pressed sloppy kisses between his legs. Any noise Wes made only encouraged her to take him deeper, to grab him tighter. He moaned, and she slipped her tongue under his foreskin with a heady sigh.
Already, something hot was building in Wes’s cock. His balls were tight, tighter than they had ever been. Rui mumbled something low around the head of his dick, her words barely intelligible as they tumbled out of her mouth. She pressed him deeper into her throat, her soft hands cupping him and massaging him at the base, and he dug his fingers into the grass.
Rui took him as deep as she could take him, suppressing a gag as her lips tightened around the base of his cock. Through the dreamy haze that shrouded his mind, Wes could tell that she wasn’t very experienced. His heart jumped at the thought of being her first, a daydream he had briefly entertained before dismissing it as an impossibility. She sucked his cock clumsily, balling her fist together as she worked, and Wes ground his teeth, overwhelmed by the depth of the pleasure she brought him.
He reached his peak before he realized what was happening, filling the back of Rui’s throat with his cum. She made another shocked noise, one that made it sound like she hadn’t been expecting the taste, but she swallowed everything he gave her happily, tending to the length of his cock to make sure none of it dripped to the ground. She lapped at his balls for good measure. Her tongue was so soft. Wes fumbled for her shoulders and squeezed them, pulling her up into a tight, reflexive embrace.
They stayed together for only a moment, lost in the sound of the water and the desert wind. Breath heavy, face flushed pink, Rui collapsed next to him, curling herself into him. She wrapped her legs into his, nuzzling his warm body.
“Let’s come here again sometime,” Rui mumbled into his chest, smiling where he couldn’t see. “Okay?”
As usual, breathing through the last waves of his orgasm, Wes didn’t say a thing.