Time with John (Opal POV)

Sweat is beading down your forehead, you fight the urge to wipe it away. Your Pyroar keeps the bonfire blazing. You and John are wearing long sleeve shirts, gloves, and masks. The metal coat needs to stay hot, but you wouldn’t want it on the skin. You had hoped to pay a service to do this, but John wanted to do it yourselves.

He smears the metallic paste on his Scyther’s arms. “Opal, don’t stop now,” John encourages, his eyes tell you that he’s smiling behind his mask. You dip your fingers into the paste, the heat is dulled by the gloves. The paste gives a metallic grinding as you rub it over your Scyther’s forehead.

You see the flash of light, John’s Scyther is evolving. It’s shape changes beneath the veil of glowing light, until Scizor stood in his place. “Wow, look at you buddy,” he says patting his partner. “Want some help?” he says walking over to you.

“That’d be great,” you smile, as he kneels next to you and starts applying the metal coat to the other leg.

He places his hand on yours, the gloves preventing any actual contact but it still sends shivers up your arm. “Like this,” he guides your hands in a smooth motion over the leg. You shield your eyes as Scyther turns a bright white, your partner evolving this time. You go to hug John, but see the metal coat glistening on his shirt and go for a high five instead.

He pulls off one glove and calls you over to take a selfie with your newly evolved partners. Your phone dings with responses from Roger and Humphrey, maybe even Amber. You’re busy undressing to check at first, and then too busy watching John do the same. His Masquerain is putting out the bonfire, the ambient temperature dropping significantly.

“Think we should wash up?” John suggests, sweat beading across his dark skin. You nod, and the both of you gather your shower caddy and walk arm in arm to the nearby lake you found yesterday.

John and you strip out of your underwear at the lake shore. You smile realizing that John is staring at you. You nod towards the water and John blushes realizing he was staring. He runs jumping in, the water is crystal clear giving you a clear view of his muscles flexing with each stroke.

The water laps at your legs as you wade in after him. Goosebumps riddle your skin, cooling you down after the metal coat application.

John swims back to you, “We should get the special shampoo in before it hardens.” He walks back to shore grabbing the shower caddy. Water beads across his skin, you watch his firm ass flex with each step. The caddy floats in the water, holding all your hygiene products on the surface. He sits in the shallow end, guiding you to sit between his legs.

He uses a cup to pour water over your head, wetting your opalescent blue hair. He squirts the specialty shampoo into his hands, it’s meant to help remove any stray metal coat paste that may end up in your hair. His strong hands massage your scalp. You moan sinking into the lather.

“Head back,” he says, being careful not to wash the shampoo into your eyes as he rinses it away. Your hands rest on his strong legs, when you moan his cock thrums against your lower back.

His hands begin to wander over your shoulders, down your sides and around to your front, his chest presses against your back, a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Mmmm,” you moan, but you grab his wrists pulling his hands back, “The conditioner.”

His gaze is hazed with lust when you turn to face him. “Oh yes, sorry. I forget sometimes,” he laughs running his hand over his bald head. He gives you a kiss, before turning to grab the conditioner from the floating caddy. He applies a dollop to his palm, and applies it to your hair, running his fingers through the blue strands. “Better?” he whispers, before using the cup to once again rinse your hair.

“Much,” you say turning to face him, now sitting in his lap. You press in close, your chest against his. His cock pressed between your abdomens. You kiss, his hands wrap around your back. You moan grinding against him.

You shift your hips, until you feel him pressing against your entrance. His cock gently spreading your lips as you descend along his shaft. He groans, holding you close as you sit in his lap.

You grind your hips, seeking pleasure, John’s hands on your chest. His breath heavy against yours, you press your forehead to his. Your orgasm approaching, his cock swelling within you, mutual pleasure on the verge of exploding through your embrace.

Only to be interrupted by a sound from the shore. You freeze in his arms, both of you turning to look. A pair of giggling girls come rushing from the tree line, the snapping branches that drew your attention falling behind them. The blonde throws her shirt off, the orange haired girl is kicking out of her shorts. Neither stopping their rush to the water.

That is until the blonde spots you and John in the water. She freezes, and the orange-haired girl throws her shirt at her, “Come on Mia.”

“Norrie!” the blonde shrieks pointing your way, quickly throwing Norrie’s shirt on to cover herself. The orange-haired girl looks your way.

“You’re the guy! From the tournament!” Norrie changes course to approach you and John. “The guy who let Amber claim a forfeit against him?” Mia walks up behind her, trying to hand her the discarded clothes, but Norrie seems uninterested in redressing in the moment. “You are, right? You’re him?”