Don\'t Kid Yourself

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A scoff. That was really all Cheren could muster at that moment; a scoff. The hand running along the front of his pants seemed clumsy in its attempts to get a solid grasp. In response to his exasperation, another hand pressed

hard against the stone wall the rookie trainer was pinned up against. Kisses down the neck, the heavy breaths right up in his ear, made his legs grow weak, pacified him a little, and that made him uncomfortable. "Trying to

make up for something?" he sneered.

Spurred by the comment, Alder's hand suddenly seized Cheren's penis through his jeans, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly at the size of his package as the fingers closed around it and his thumb lay against the head, all the

while their skin separated by thin layers of denim and whatever Cheren's boxers were made of; Alder was too occupied to speculate. The hand remained curled up in its fist, unmoving, but even the simple pressure of his

grasp made Cheren's breath quicken, made his legs tremble a little.

"You found it, congratulations," he said coldly, pulling from some unseen place a modicum of composure as his words kept the same edge to them as any other snappy comment. Of course, as his words stayed as dry as

ever, his body twitched a little and he squirmed against Alder's body grasping his from behind. The lips still ran along his neck, the regular breathing of the champion loud above the silence of the rocky pass they had met by

chance at. It was all he heard, save for his own irregular, ragged breaths.

Then, the hand started to move. The fabric of his boxers rubbed against his sensitive flesh slowly, pressure from the hand and the jeans weighing down on it. Somehow, the lack of contact didn't lessen the effect; the boy's

body responded more positively to Alder's slow strokes through two layers of clothing than his own frantic masturbation with full contact. Another twitch, a wiggle of his thin hips and a slight arching back of his neck, and

Cheren fought hard to fool both of them and failed miserably.

“I-intimacy? What's that? I've been closer with--” he shuddered, cutting off his words, “--With my own hand before. How disappointing. I only let you do this because it would mean less work for me, and n-now you seem

like it wasn't worth the effort of leaning against the rock.”

Finally, Alder's silence broke as his lips finally tore away from the boy's shoulder, now a thin layer of sweat along it. “That's not what I'm seeing.” Slowly letting his pace quicken, his free hand moved from the cold stone to

run up the boy's side, just slightly pulling them closer together. His thumb ran circles around the tip, something Cheren had never thought of, and something that didn't help at all in loosening up his tense body.

Cheren shook his head, halfway to refute what Alder said, but it was just as much of an involuntary twitch. Gradually, his head rolled back so that it lay against Alder's shoulder. “It's a natural reaction to sensation, not a sign

you're doing well. D-don't get cocky!” His sentence slowly grew higher in pitch until ending in a moan and his head pitching forward.

Then, just to top off everything else about his failed attempt at emerging with dignity, he could feel Alder become aroused, too. The older man's penis straining against his pants, and with their bodies so tight together, the

bulge pressed against Cheren's butt. The unexpected feeling stirred him so much that his head pushed forward, his glasses shaking a little as they almost fell off, but more importantly, his cock outright throbbed in the man's

grasp.

A moan rose through the boy's throat, choked down at the last second only for a more powerful one to shake his body, letting him fall against Alder as his head rested on the poncho-covered shoulder. His eyes shut tightly

as words tried to come up; refusal, sarcasm, some cheap insult to distract from the squirming and the moans. His body trembled and the words had given up, his own mind refusing to play the game any longer as his orgasm

drew so close he could feel it.

Alder smiled as he kissed at Cheren's neck again, seeing the boy tremble and squeeze his eyes shut, whole body trapped in the longing and sensation that had knocked at his door, and finally been let in.

What sealed it was Alder pushing forward, leaning Cheren's body hard against the rock as the hand holding them together drew upward, two fingers hooking into Cheren's mouth. The fact it turned him on so much made

absolutely no sense, and yet instinctively sucking the fingers drove Cheren over the edge. Pushing back against Alder's erection, his legs buckled and he shook, his cock twitching several times. A visible wet spot formed on

the front of his jeans, and as the bulge disappeared and the rapid, irregular breaths became more normal, Cheren felt a wet, sticky feeling in the front of his boxers that the cold evening air mingled with.

“Well,” Alder said into the awkward silence, finally pulling away as the pinned youth turned around to lean, panting, against something solid, “That was a fine time! I'm happy to see that you are growing in more ways than

just as a trainer.”

“There is so much wrong with that sentence and so many comments I could make that I can't even chose something to say.”

“Oh, honestly, Cheren. Just accept the compliment without stinging remark.”

For just a brief second, Cheren's face flashed a slight smile to Alder. The champion caught it though, and knew they were far from done.”