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I wrote this for a friend for national Comashipping day. supposedly October 25. For those of you who might not be familiar Comashipping is a percieved relationship between Ash and Paul.
Warning: From my understanding of the Forum rules, this story doesn't contain anything that violates them. However, it does contain some semi-intimate moments between the boys i.e. kissing etc. Anyone who might be offended might want to avoid reading it.
Morning broke slowly through the glass door leading out to the balcony on the east side of the hotel room. It was still early, but the light made its way over across the floor and on top of our sleeping hero. Ash rolled slightly to the right without trying to turn his back to the incoming glow and to grab a few more minutes of sleep. It was instinctive and he wasn't fully awake yet. He closed his eyes groggily again and tried to collect some more sleep. It was a fruitless effort as the light crept further and further in and over him during the next few minutes.
Fighting a losing battle, the young Pokémon trainer decided to make the best of things and opened his eyes once again. Several things had changed from when he had fallen asleep several hours ago. The covers of the bed had been wrapped warmly around him quite tightly to fight off the cold. Paul was absent from the bed beside him where the other had laid the night before. He looked around a little more acutely noticing the absence of the other trainer he had shared a bed with the night before. Things hadn't gotten particularly far, but it had been an interesting evening to say the least. He looked downwards towards the foot of the bed. Pikachu was curled up at his feet in a tight little ball still far enough south that the encroaching light hadn't reached his small yellow friend.
" Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika" Ash listened to the small electric rodent as it drew in and exhaled almost snoring soundly.
Ash was dressed in the light blue shorts and the white T-shirt that served as his pajamas when he was away from home. His mother still had him wear the little green and yellow ones when he came back. The tired trainer moved his eyes around the room trying to find what had happened to Paul. His ears began to regain some function and he heard water running in the distance. He gathered that his roommate was probably absent and in the shower. Ash was reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed, but he decided that he needed to rise and draw the blinds if he wanted any chance of getting some more sleep. Slowly he drew his arms out to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes and have a good morning yawn.
It was a rather unpleasant surprise when his arms didn't respond to this body's request.
"What the Heck!" He spoke quietly to himself as he tried to understand what was going on.
Ash gave his arms another tug and met with some rather stern resistance when he attempted to move them. Slowly he pushed himself upwards into a sitting position using his legs so he could see what was going on. There was more than adequate light shining through the doors to the balcony to reveal the situation for what it was. Ash looked down over his shoulder towards where his hands were. His wrists were criss crossed behind his back and bound together quite securely with a piece of rope about 2 or 3 meters in length. He stared down in disbelief, when had this happened.
Ash worked his way out of bed and stood up his legs were not restrained like his hands were. He rolled himself to the edge of the bed and stood up hastily finding his footing. The boy crossed the room quickly and went to inspect the main door. The door was closed and the chain was set in place. Ash panicked suddenly remembering the patio. He turned and darted over to inspect it worrying that perhaps team rocket was planning to steal Pikachu and his other Pokémon. However, when he reached the patio door it was closed and the latch was turned securely in place. Perplexed he turned around and looked back towards the bed.
Pikachu was still there, it's head lifted by his current antics, but otherwise still curled up in a nice warm ball. Suddenly Ash heard a click from the door leading into the bathroom. His worries shifted away from himself and towards Paul. What if whoever tied him up had captured Paul as well. He turned himself around a prepared to face whatever was coming through that door.
"Pikachu Thunder Sh . . . ." Ash stopped issuing the command and Paul emerged from the bathroom. The other trainer was shiftless with a toothbrush in one hand working it back and forth in his mouth. Paul had on some light green pajama pants with a leaf print on them and some slippers that looked like bulbasaurs. A towel was wrapped about his shoulders and the water was still dripping on of him slightly.
"Paul look out there is somebody in this room. They tied me up while I was sleeping. They are probably still . . . "
"Pathetic as usual." Paul commented sarcastically at his friend across the room. Ash calmed down a little and looked across at his friend. The wheels in Ash's began to slowly churn as he tried to put two and two together to get a better perspective on the situation.
"Wait a minute if nobody else is here? Does that mean you tied me up?" Ash asked looking rather confused at Paul. Paul nodded as he took a drink from a cup in his hand and spit the contents of his mouth out into a sink set in the counter of the room. "But why?" Ash asked looking across the room.
"Because you're too impulsive. Remember when you left the Sinnoh region? You did it without a call, a letter, or even a hey Paul why don't you come see me off at the airport. We never got to have our next battle now did we. You left me there high and dry without even a word. I just thought if I tied your hands it would at least keep you in the hotel room until after I finished my shower. Sheesh. " Paul explained. There was more to it than that, but it served to fill in the gap in Ash's understanding.
Ash's face went through several emotional changes quickly. Anger, frustration, regret and then curiosity all crossed his glance over the course of a minute or two. Paul tossed finished drying his hair with the towel and set it and his toothbrush down on the counter next to the sink.
"You had no right. I was sleeping and you tied me up without even asking!" Ash shouted finally.
Paul just shrugged his shoulders and made his way back over to the bed. He climbed back on top of it and began to slide gently across towards the center of it. Ash fiddled with his ropes struggling for another minute before he gave up on freeing himself without help. The young trainer took a few steps toward the bed and turned around. He seated himself on the edge of the bed and raised his hands upwards toward where Paul was sitting.
"Well, I am still here. So, you can untie me now." Ash stated without making eye contact with the other boy.
Ash felt the bed shift and Paul worked his way across it slowly to where Ash was sitting. Paul was now in a kneeling position behind Ash. He reached up and put his hands on Ash's shoulders gently.
"Oh come on, you're not all that mad at me about this." Paul replied giving Ash a light kiss on the cheek. Ash's face turned red blushing from being caught a little off guard by the situation.
Paul's hands began to work back and forth over Ash's shoulders. Paul began to massage Ash trying to release some of the tension that the situation had built up. It was a slow process that took a few minutes, but Ash just sat silently and let it happen. The process worked at some of the red fell from Ash's cheeks. It had a calming effect and Ash seemed to like where it was leading. Pikachu seemed to disregard the whole situation. A little aggravated that it's nap had been ruined. The yellow rodent made its way to the opposite corner of the bed and curled back up to resume sleeping.
After the massage finished, Paul drew Ash backwards slowly and not too forcefully. The second trainer followed and used his legs to help the movement as best he could. A few moments later, the pair was sitting side by side in the center of the bed again looking forwards. Ash's arms were still wrapped securely behind him. Ash's face turned toward the other member he was sharing the bed with. He was glad that he had taken Paul up on his invitation. He missed the boy greatly from the time they shared in the last region and had grown very fond of him despite their differences in personality and their rivalry. Paul was still Paul, there was no changing that. But, if you wanted to have a relationship with somebody then you shouldn't expect them to change who they are. You should take them as they come.
"Is this your first time?" Paul asked.
Ash shot him a strange glance not sure how to respond to the question.
"Your first time tied up like this I mean." Paul clarified.
Ash had been captured and bound several times during his adventures. However, this was the first time he had been tied up by somebody who he cared about. Paul reached over towards his bag on the night stand and drew something out of one of the outside pockets. It was a second piece of rope a few meters long, he uncoiled it and let it hang out. He watched Ash measuring the other boy's reaction. Ash's face took the look of confusion.
Paul reached down and drew Ash's legs upwards from the cross legged position the boy was sitting in and straightened them out. Ash realized what Paul had in mind, but didn't put up much resistance. Paul got Ash's legs to run parallel and began to wrap the piece of rope around his ankles slowly. He was careful to make it snug, but not uncomfortably tight. After 7 or 8 passes, he took the remainder of the length and wrapped the center of the tie cinching it off before tying a knot.
"There, I don't want you running around the room with your hands tied behind your back. It's dangerous you could fall and get hurt." Paul offered with a measured amount of concern in his voice.
Ash struggled and tested the ropes on his hands and feet. He was bound quite securely and escaped seemed a distant and remote possibility. Paul scooted closer to his boyfriend and wrapped one arm around Ash's shoulder drawing the other trainer closer to him. Ash followed the motion and let his head come to rest against Paul's chest. Paul just held him there in the silence for a long time. The pair sharing their body warmth.
Ash felt the rise and fall of Paul's chest with each breath the other took. It was a steady, deep and relaxing rhythm. The sun seemed to creep through the blinds further and further encroaching on their little party. Paul held Ash in place with one arm and gently stroked the boys hair with the other occasionally. It was a welcome feeling. They sat there like that for what seemed an eternity. Neither of them wished it would ever end. Paul had made this journey to find Ash and now that he had, he didn't want to let him go.
Unfortunately, all good things do come to an end. There was a loud knock at the door across the room. It interrupted everything. Paul quickly lifted Ash away from his chest. Without being able to move, Ash fell away quickly and landed on his side with a soft thud in a laying position on the bed. Paul rose and grabbed a long bath robe that had been sitting on a chair next to the bed and draped it around himself as he headed towards the door. Paul opened the door and found a man well dressed in a suit standing before him with a cart.
"The breakfast you ordered sir. Shall I wheel it in for you?" The waiter asked. Paul shot a quick glance back towards Ash and shook his head.
"No, I will just take it here. Put it on my tab and add a tip for yourself. Thanks a lot." Paul scooped up the tray and slammed the door in the attendants face before the poor man even had a chance to respond.
Paul crossed the room and seated himself back on the edge of the bed. He laid the tray on the seat of the chair next to the bed as well and removed the cover. On the tray was a rather generous portion of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, milk and a few other trimmings for a large breakfast. Paul took some salt and pepper and sprinkled them over everything slowly. He followed by pouring some syrup over the pancakes and then took up his knife and fork and began eating.
By this point, Ash had managed to right himself and was up in a sitting position again despite the difficulty in achieving it. He sat there stunned as he watched Paul start eating the huge meal.
"Hey that looks good." Ash commented. He hadn't eaten anything since noon the day before and he just suddenly realized that he was hungry in the presence of the food. He twisted his hands realizing that even if Paul intended to share he couldn't eat with the ropes on his wrists.
"Hey do you think you could untie me so I could get something to eat too? I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday and . . . " Ash's speech got cut short by Paul thrusting a fork full of pancake into the other mouth. Ash took it gratefully and started chewing the mouthful of food. Paul took another bite himself and them offered the next fork full to Ash. After a few mouthfuls he brought up the glass of orange juice and offered Ash a sip. Ash wanted to thank Paul, but the other kept his mouth full with food. It seemed that every time he swallowed something there was another fork full of stuff waiting for him. Between the pair they polished off the breakfast in about 20 minutes.
"Thanks for sharing that was really wonderful." Ash finally managed to get out because the food had run out except for half a piece of toast that Paul didn't intent on sharing.
"Don't be such a baby." Paul offered giving Ash a light pat on the head. He slipped his robe back off onto the chair and joined Ash on the bed as the pair scooted back towards the center. Paul switched the television no quietly and began watching something. Ash scooted over and laid himself down on his left side. He let his head fall effortlessly into Paul's lap and just laid there enjoying the moment. Paul seemed to have his attention focused on the television but Ash ignored it. He let his thought wander about how this occasion had come to pass.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
He had been standing outside the airport when Paul and come up behind him and wrapped one hand around his head covering his eyes.
"Guess who." A voice had commanded from behind him and Ash new instantly who it was. He had lifted Paul's hand away without responding and turned around to confirm his friend standing right behind him.
The pair shared in a long conversation that switched between some anger, excitement and joy at seeing each other in this distant land. Ash was a little ashamed that he had left without so much as a goodbye. Paul had made hotel reservation and invited him to come and share a room for the night. After an hour of some site seeing they pair had been sitting together in front of the television watching a movie in their pajamas in the same bed. Ash had fallen asleep next to his friend and waken up a few hours later to a rather interesting surprise.
. . . . . . .
Paul gently shifted Ash off of his lap and rose out of the bed. He pulled his slippers off and went over to the dresser where he had laid out his clothes the night before. Ash managed to sit back up again despite being tied up. Paul collected his clothes and stepped into the bathroom out of Ash's view and stated to get changed. Ash waited curiously as the other boy stepped back around the corner a few minutes later fully dressed. He was still sitting there trussed up in the shorts and t-shirt that served as his pajamas.
"Hey what's going on?" Ash asked Paul and the other lifted his bag off the dresser and shouldered it.
"I have a few things to take care of. I should be back in a couple of hours." Paul explained.
"What about me?" Ash asked sheepishly. "You aren't going to leave me here like this are you?" He continued looking downwards at the ropes that bound him.
"Pathetic." Paul replied again. "Of course not." He crossed the room and lifted up the bathrobe that he had laid across the back of the chair. He drew it around Ash's shoulders and wrapped the other boy in it. Paul pulled it around Ash and tied the robe shut it front. It was long, soft and made of terry cloth. It came all the way down below Ash's knees and wrapped around him warmly. Then he looked down and shot a sly smile. He picked up the bulbasaur slippers off the floor and slipped them on over Ash's feet.
"My mom got these for me last year. They are probably going to be a little big on you but they are warm and comfy." He explained. Ash looked at him a bit perplexed.
"Yeah, they are but what about the ropes? Are you going to keep me . . . " Ash's second question got interrupted by a long kiss from Paul. After a minute Paul broke away holding Ash's chin in his hand. The other boy face was bright red with embarrassment.
"Yeah I am. I have no doubt that you could get free on your own with the help of your little friend their if you want to. But I am hoping that those ropes will keep you here until I get back." He explained he stated patting Ash gently on the head.
Without another word, Paul gently guided Ash back into a laying position on the bed. He rolled the boy over onto his stomach slowly and pulled the bed covers over top of him.
"Sorry about tying you up, but I wanted to make sure you didn't run off on me again so soon. I hope that you are comfortable like that, I shouldn't be more than a few hours." Paul explained.
He crossed the room and drew the blinds on the patio door shut and turned them so they blocked out the encroaching sunlight. Without another word, the boy exited the hotel room and left Ash laying where he was trussed up on the bed.
Ash laid there for a second debating his options. He watched now as Pikachu had roused from its slumber and was making his way down the bed to where Ash's head laid on the pillow. The small Pokémon came over and nuzzled it head against Ash's. A warm smile fell on the trainer's face.
"Sorry buddy, I cannot play with you right now. I am still all tied up." He explained.
Ash's worked through his options in his head one more time. He already knew he had enough movement that he could pull himself free of the covers. He could have Pikachu head over to his belt on the table and release Trico from its pokeball. The Pokémon could cut him free in a few seconds. He ran this scenario through his head a couple of times. However, he didn't take that course of action.
As Ash laid there spacing out, he felt a weight on his back. He suddenly realized that Pikachu wasn't next to his face any more. The small yellow Pokémon had crawled up on his back and was curling on up him in an attempt to steal a little body warmth.
"Hey!" Ash shouted as he squirmed back and forth a little. But it was no use the ropes made it impossible to do anything about Pikachu.
"Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika" started coming from above him.
It was no use, he thought to himself. Pikachu had the right idea. The bed was warm and inviting despite being tied. Besides, that annoying light was blocked out by the blinds now. He had finally won that battle. Ash let out a quiet yawn and shifted a bit getting as comfortable as he could. Paul would be back soon enough and he wanted to be here when he did. Ash let his eyes gently close and visions of all the exciting things that awaited him in the Kalos region. He drifted off to sleep.
Warning: From my understanding of the Forum rules, this story doesn't contain anything that violates them. However, it does contain some semi-intimate moments between the boys i.e. kissing etc. Anyone who might be offended might want to avoid reading it.
Morning broke slowly through the glass door leading out to the balcony on the east side of the hotel room. It was still early, but the light made its way over across the floor and on top of our sleeping hero. Ash rolled slightly to the right without trying to turn his back to the incoming glow and to grab a few more minutes of sleep. It was instinctive and he wasn't fully awake yet. He closed his eyes groggily again and tried to collect some more sleep. It was a fruitless effort as the light crept further and further in and over him during the next few minutes.
Fighting a losing battle, the young Pokémon trainer decided to make the best of things and opened his eyes once again. Several things had changed from when he had fallen asleep several hours ago. The covers of the bed had been wrapped warmly around him quite tightly to fight off the cold. Paul was absent from the bed beside him where the other had laid the night before. He looked around a little more acutely noticing the absence of the other trainer he had shared a bed with the night before. Things hadn't gotten particularly far, but it had been an interesting evening to say the least. He looked downwards towards the foot of the bed. Pikachu was curled up at his feet in a tight little ball still far enough south that the encroaching light hadn't reached his small yellow friend.
" Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika" Ash listened to the small electric rodent as it drew in and exhaled almost snoring soundly.
Ash was dressed in the light blue shorts and the white T-shirt that served as his pajamas when he was away from home. His mother still had him wear the little green and yellow ones when he came back. The tired trainer moved his eyes around the room trying to find what had happened to Paul. His ears began to regain some function and he heard water running in the distance. He gathered that his roommate was probably absent and in the shower. Ash was reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed, but he decided that he needed to rise and draw the blinds if he wanted any chance of getting some more sleep. Slowly he drew his arms out to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes and have a good morning yawn.
It was a rather unpleasant surprise when his arms didn't respond to this body's request.
"What the Heck!" He spoke quietly to himself as he tried to understand what was going on.
Ash gave his arms another tug and met with some rather stern resistance when he attempted to move them. Slowly he pushed himself upwards into a sitting position using his legs so he could see what was going on. There was more than adequate light shining through the doors to the balcony to reveal the situation for what it was. Ash looked down over his shoulder towards where his hands were. His wrists were criss crossed behind his back and bound together quite securely with a piece of rope about 2 or 3 meters in length. He stared down in disbelief, when had this happened.
Ash worked his way out of bed and stood up his legs were not restrained like his hands were. He rolled himself to the edge of the bed and stood up hastily finding his footing. The boy crossed the room quickly and went to inspect the main door. The door was closed and the chain was set in place. Ash panicked suddenly remembering the patio. He turned and darted over to inspect it worrying that perhaps team rocket was planning to steal Pikachu and his other Pokémon. However, when he reached the patio door it was closed and the latch was turned securely in place. Perplexed he turned around and looked back towards the bed.
Pikachu was still there, it's head lifted by his current antics, but otherwise still curled up in a nice warm ball. Suddenly Ash heard a click from the door leading into the bathroom. His worries shifted away from himself and towards Paul. What if whoever tied him up had captured Paul as well. He turned himself around a prepared to face whatever was coming through that door.
"Pikachu Thunder Sh . . . ." Ash stopped issuing the command and Paul emerged from the bathroom. The other trainer was shiftless with a toothbrush in one hand working it back and forth in his mouth. Paul had on some light green pajama pants with a leaf print on them and some slippers that looked like bulbasaurs. A towel was wrapped about his shoulders and the water was still dripping on of him slightly.
"Paul look out there is somebody in this room. They tied me up while I was sleeping. They are probably still . . . "
"Pathetic as usual." Paul commented sarcastically at his friend across the room. Ash calmed down a little and looked across at his friend. The wheels in Ash's began to slowly churn as he tried to put two and two together to get a better perspective on the situation.
"Wait a minute if nobody else is here? Does that mean you tied me up?" Ash asked looking rather confused at Paul. Paul nodded as he took a drink from a cup in his hand and spit the contents of his mouth out into a sink set in the counter of the room. "But why?" Ash asked looking across the room.
"Because you're too impulsive. Remember when you left the Sinnoh region? You did it without a call, a letter, or even a hey Paul why don't you come see me off at the airport. We never got to have our next battle now did we. You left me there high and dry without even a word. I just thought if I tied your hands it would at least keep you in the hotel room until after I finished my shower. Sheesh. " Paul explained. There was more to it than that, but it served to fill in the gap in Ash's understanding.
Ash's face went through several emotional changes quickly. Anger, frustration, regret and then curiosity all crossed his glance over the course of a minute or two. Paul tossed finished drying his hair with the towel and set it and his toothbrush down on the counter next to the sink.
"You had no right. I was sleeping and you tied me up without even asking!" Ash shouted finally.
Paul just shrugged his shoulders and made his way back over to the bed. He climbed back on top of it and began to slide gently across towards the center of it. Ash fiddled with his ropes struggling for another minute before he gave up on freeing himself without help. The young trainer took a few steps toward the bed and turned around. He seated himself on the edge of the bed and raised his hands upwards toward where Paul was sitting.
"Well, I am still here. So, you can untie me now." Ash stated without making eye contact with the other boy.
Ash felt the bed shift and Paul worked his way across it slowly to where Ash was sitting. Paul was now in a kneeling position behind Ash. He reached up and put his hands on Ash's shoulders gently.
"Oh come on, you're not all that mad at me about this." Paul replied giving Ash a light kiss on the cheek. Ash's face turned red blushing from being caught a little off guard by the situation.
Paul's hands began to work back and forth over Ash's shoulders. Paul began to massage Ash trying to release some of the tension that the situation had built up. It was a slow process that took a few minutes, but Ash just sat silently and let it happen. The process worked at some of the red fell from Ash's cheeks. It had a calming effect and Ash seemed to like where it was leading. Pikachu seemed to disregard the whole situation. A little aggravated that it's nap had been ruined. The yellow rodent made its way to the opposite corner of the bed and curled back up to resume sleeping.
After the massage finished, Paul drew Ash backwards slowly and not too forcefully. The second trainer followed and used his legs to help the movement as best he could. A few moments later, the pair was sitting side by side in the center of the bed again looking forwards. Ash's arms were still wrapped securely behind him. Ash's face turned toward the other member he was sharing the bed with. He was glad that he had taken Paul up on his invitation. He missed the boy greatly from the time they shared in the last region and had grown very fond of him despite their differences in personality and their rivalry. Paul was still Paul, there was no changing that. But, if you wanted to have a relationship with somebody then you shouldn't expect them to change who they are. You should take them as they come.
"Is this your first time?" Paul asked.
Ash shot him a strange glance not sure how to respond to the question.
"Your first time tied up like this I mean." Paul clarified.
Ash had been captured and bound several times during his adventures. However, this was the first time he had been tied up by somebody who he cared about. Paul reached over towards his bag on the night stand and drew something out of one of the outside pockets. It was a second piece of rope a few meters long, he uncoiled it and let it hang out. He watched Ash measuring the other boy's reaction. Ash's face took the look of confusion.
Paul reached down and drew Ash's legs upwards from the cross legged position the boy was sitting in and straightened them out. Ash realized what Paul had in mind, but didn't put up much resistance. Paul got Ash's legs to run parallel and began to wrap the piece of rope around his ankles slowly. He was careful to make it snug, but not uncomfortably tight. After 7 or 8 passes, he took the remainder of the length and wrapped the center of the tie cinching it off before tying a knot.
"There, I don't want you running around the room with your hands tied behind your back. It's dangerous you could fall and get hurt." Paul offered with a measured amount of concern in his voice.
Ash struggled and tested the ropes on his hands and feet. He was bound quite securely and escaped seemed a distant and remote possibility. Paul scooted closer to his boyfriend and wrapped one arm around Ash's shoulder drawing the other trainer closer to him. Ash followed the motion and let his head come to rest against Paul's chest. Paul just held him there in the silence for a long time. The pair sharing their body warmth.
Ash felt the rise and fall of Paul's chest with each breath the other took. It was a steady, deep and relaxing rhythm. The sun seemed to creep through the blinds further and further encroaching on their little party. Paul held Ash in place with one arm and gently stroked the boys hair with the other occasionally. It was a welcome feeling. They sat there like that for what seemed an eternity. Neither of them wished it would ever end. Paul had made this journey to find Ash and now that he had, he didn't want to let him go.
Unfortunately, all good things do come to an end. There was a loud knock at the door across the room. It interrupted everything. Paul quickly lifted Ash away from his chest. Without being able to move, Ash fell away quickly and landed on his side with a soft thud in a laying position on the bed. Paul rose and grabbed a long bath robe that had been sitting on a chair next to the bed and draped it around himself as he headed towards the door. Paul opened the door and found a man well dressed in a suit standing before him with a cart.
"The breakfast you ordered sir. Shall I wheel it in for you?" The waiter asked. Paul shot a quick glance back towards Ash and shook his head.
"No, I will just take it here. Put it on my tab and add a tip for yourself. Thanks a lot." Paul scooped up the tray and slammed the door in the attendants face before the poor man even had a chance to respond.
Paul crossed the room and seated himself back on the edge of the bed. He laid the tray on the seat of the chair next to the bed as well and removed the cover. On the tray was a rather generous portion of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, milk and a few other trimmings for a large breakfast. Paul took some salt and pepper and sprinkled them over everything slowly. He followed by pouring some syrup over the pancakes and then took up his knife and fork and began eating.
By this point, Ash had managed to right himself and was up in a sitting position again despite the difficulty in achieving it. He sat there stunned as he watched Paul start eating the huge meal.
"Hey that looks good." Ash commented. He hadn't eaten anything since noon the day before and he just suddenly realized that he was hungry in the presence of the food. He twisted his hands realizing that even if Paul intended to share he couldn't eat with the ropes on his wrists.
"Hey do you think you could untie me so I could get something to eat too? I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday and . . . " Ash's speech got cut short by Paul thrusting a fork full of pancake into the other mouth. Ash took it gratefully and started chewing the mouthful of food. Paul took another bite himself and them offered the next fork full to Ash. After a few mouthfuls he brought up the glass of orange juice and offered Ash a sip. Ash wanted to thank Paul, but the other kept his mouth full with food. It seemed that every time he swallowed something there was another fork full of stuff waiting for him. Between the pair they polished off the breakfast in about 20 minutes.
"Thanks for sharing that was really wonderful." Ash finally managed to get out because the food had run out except for half a piece of toast that Paul didn't intent on sharing.
"Don't be such a baby." Paul offered giving Ash a light pat on the head. He slipped his robe back off onto the chair and joined Ash on the bed as the pair scooted back towards the center. Paul switched the television no quietly and began watching something. Ash scooted over and laid himself down on his left side. He let his head fall effortlessly into Paul's lap and just laid there enjoying the moment. Paul seemed to have his attention focused on the television but Ash ignored it. He let his thought wander about how this occasion had come to pass.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
He had been standing outside the airport when Paul and come up behind him and wrapped one hand around his head covering his eyes.
"Guess who." A voice had commanded from behind him and Ash new instantly who it was. He had lifted Paul's hand away without responding and turned around to confirm his friend standing right behind him.
The pair shared in a long conversation that switched between some anger, excitement and joy at seeing each other in this distant land. Ash was a little ashamed that he had left without so much as a goodbye. Paul had made hotel reservation and invited him to come and share a room for the night. After an hour of some site seeing they pair had been sitting together in front of the television watching a movie in their pajamas in the same bed. Ash had fallen asleep next to his friend and waken up a few hours later to a rather interesting surprise.
. . . . . . .
Paul gently shifted Ash off of his lap and rose out of the bed. He pulled his slippers off and went over to the dresser where he had laid out his clothes the night before. Ash managed to sit back up again despite being tied up. Paul collected his clothes and stepped into the bathroom out of Ash's view and stated to get changed. Ash waited curiously as the other boy stepped back around the corner a few minutes later fully dressed. He was still sitting there trussed up in the shorts and t-shirt that served as his pajamas.
"Hey what's going on?" Ash asked Paul and the other lifted his bag off the dresser and shouldered it.
"I have a few things to take care of. I should be back in a couple of hours." Paul explained.
"What about me?" Ash asked sheepishly. "You aren't going to leave me here like this are you?" He continued looking downwards at the ropes that bound him.
"Pathetic." Paul replied again. "Of course not." He crossed the room and lifted up the bathrobe that he had laid across the back of the chair. He drew it around Ash's shoulders and wrapped the other boy in it. Paul pulled it around Ash and tied the robe shut it front. It was long, soft and made of terry cloth. It came all the way down below Ash's knees and wrapped around him warmly. Then he looked down and shot a sly smile. He picked up the bulbasaur slippers off the floor and slipped them on over Ash's feet.
"My mom got these for me last year. They are probably going to be a little big on you but they are warm and comfy." He explained. Ash looked at him a bit perplexed.
"Yeah, they are but what about the ropes? Are you going to keep me . . . " Ash's second question got interrupted by a long kiss from Paul. After a minute Paul broke away holding Ash's chin in his hand. The other boy face was bright red with embarrassment.
"Yeah I am. I have no doubt that you could get free on your own with the help of your little friend their if you want to. But I am hoping that those ropes will keep you here until I get back." He explained he stated patting Ash gently on the head.
Without another word, Paul gently guided Ash back into a laying position on the bed. He rolled the boy over onto his stomach slowly and pulled the bed covers over top of him.
"Sorry about tying you up, but I wanted to make sure you didn't run off on me again so soon. I hope that you are comfortable like that, I shouldn't be more than a few hours." Paul explained.
He crossed the room and drew the blinds on the patio door shut and turned them so they blocked out the encroaching sunlight. Without another word, the boy exited the hotel room and left Ash laying where he was trussed up on the bed.
Ash laid there for a second debating his options. He watched now as Pikachu had roused from its slumber and was making his way down the bed to where Ash's head laid on the pillow. The small Pokémon came over and nuzzled it head against Ash's. A warm smile fell on the trainer's face.
"Sorry buddy, I cannot play with you right now. I am still all tied up." He explained.
Ash's worked through his options in his head one more time. He already knew he had enough movement that he could pull himself free of the covers. He could have Pikachu head over to his belt on the table and release Trico from its pokeball. The Pokémon could cut him free in a few seconds. He ran this scenario through his head a couple of times. However, he didn't take that course of action.
As Ash laid there spacing out, he felt a weight on his back. He suddenly realized that Pikachu wasn't next to his face any more. The small yellow Pokémon had crawled up on his back and was curling on up him in an attempt to steal a little body warmth.
"Hey!" Ash shouted as he squirmed back and forth a little. But it was no use the ropes made it impossible to do anything about Pikachu.
"Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika. Huuu Pika" started coming from above him.
It was no use, he thought to himself. Pikachu had the right idea. The bed was warm and inviting despite being tied. Besides, that annoying light was blocked out by the blinds now. He had finally won that battle. Ash let out a quiet yawn and shifted a bit getting as comfortable as he could. Paul would be back soon enough and he wanted to be here when he did. Ash let his eyes gently close and visions of all the exciting things that awaited him in the Kalos region. He drifted off to sleep.