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“It’s okay, it’s only going to be a few days, you can handle this.”
The young man’s hands were clammy as he disembarked from the ferry alone, holding nothing but a duffel bag of his possessions as he prepared to finally set foot on the island where his new school was. He looked around, unnerved by the hustle and bustle of the port as he quickly scanned the crowds for the familiar sight of his older brother and his partners, but turning up empty handed.
“Jamison, over here!” Eventually came the familiar shout of his older brother Jordan over the din of the crowd, the petite man standing on his toes and waving like crazy. While his brother didn’t have a particularly deep or masculine voice, to match his tiny stature of course, his years in school leadership had clearly taught him how to project his voice well.
Of course, as Jamison turned around to face his brother, he was immediately eye to eye with him… his most shameful, dirty, recent obsession, the Lycanroc Rhys.
Jamison had been a bit of a late bloomer, not getting into the opposite or same sexes for that matter most of his high school career, as he was very dedicated to his studies and video games. However, something in him changed over the last summer when Jordan brought his partners to their family home to visit for the first time and he saw that hulking specimen of a man. When he had been out in the backyard playing with their youngest siblings, the twins, and came back inside the house with his muscled chest covered in mud and sweat, unruly sandy-blonde hair cascading down his shoulders… Jamison almost went rock hard at the sight of him.
While Jamison was quite a bit taller than his big brother awkwardly enough, it still felt like even at his 5’5” (maybe 5’6” with all his hair) Rhys still towered over him in a way that made the quiet young man feel deliciously small. Once the visitors returned home, Rhys had become the catalyst for his deep dive into porn of the humanized Pokemon variety, looking for Lycanrocs who loved to fuck. Fuck humans, specifically.
It clearly wasn’t a very popular request, as human-Pokemon relations were still relatively unheard of in their society despite some progressive people here and there, like his brother for instance. Jamison was so ashamed that he secretly ached and craved for that as he greeted the three men with a quick hug, lingering a little longer as he hugged the wall of warmth that was Rhys. That being said, he certainly wasn’t interested in doing anything specifically with Rhys— none of them were cheaters and he certainly wasn’t interested in a non-monogamous lifestyle like his brother —he just wanted a relationship with a hot Lycanroc of his own, was that too much to ask?
‘God… Arceus… if you can do for me what you can do for others…’ Jamison said a quick mental prayer as he reluctantly parted from Rhys’ grasp. He was a simple young man who didn’t want much of anything for himself other than to get into a good school, but if he could have someone like this…
Jamison didn’t even know if he was just looking for just the physical or something more, but he was excited to find out for himself once he finally started staying on campus and meeting people.
For this trip, he remembered as they eventually started loading his bag into the back of his brother’s other partner, Darian’s car, he was only here for a school tour. That being said, there was already no question that he was excited to go here and it was his only choice— plus the extra scholarships didn’t hurt either.
Once the group of four pulled in front of their nice, cozy little home, Darian dropped Jamison and Jordan off before saying that he and Rhys needed to head to the store to grab some extra things for dinner. They graciously decided to give Jamison some time in their spare bedroom to get unpacked and unwind from the lovely, yet rather long ferry trip and he was thankful for it.
As he walked through their house it looked nice enough, not overly decorated as two twenty-something’s and a Pokémon knew or cared very little for interior design, but Jamison couldn’t help noticing the faint smell of what seemed like piss in the air. It was strange because the house smelled very clean, almost hospital sterile of cleaning products, but he still could detect the faint scent of the Lycanroc everywhere in the living room as if it had been purposely covered up.
Or maybe his brain was doing weird horny things again and it was just fantasizing about smelling Lycanroc piss. No big deal.
He was practically half-chubbed up by the time he got to the guest room, thankfully one of the only rooms that didn’t have Rhys’ smell faintly all over it. Jamison couldn’t see his brother having very many guests over, if any, so the room was practically untouched, only a formality as the threesome tended to literally dogpile in the master bedroom nightly which made the extra room essentially moot.
It was growing later in the evening, about four when Jamison noticed the doorbell ring as he was casually putting his belongings away, sitting on the floor brimming with excitement for his college tour in the morning.
“I got it!” Jordan called out from the other room to him, presumably, since Darian and Rhys hadn’t come back yet. Jamison idly wondered what kind of visitors his brother would have, as he only had his few gaming buddies as friends himself, but he decided to dismiss it as it wasn’t his business.
Jordan answered the door to the familiar sight of the even larger midnight Lycanroc that was Rhys’ eldest brother Rio, standing with a grumpy young man beside him who was presumably also a younger Lycanroc of the dusk variety.
The young man wasn’t nearly as buff as his older counterpart with the dadbod, more lean with a bit of muscle as he stood there in black distressed skinny jeans that hung teasingly low on his hips, as if the belt on them was just for show and not a functional accessory. His skin was sun-kissed and his hair a beautiful naturally-occurring ombré from black roots to a bright orange auburn that hung just past his chin in a loose curl, pushed back from his face with sunglasses perched atop his head. The grin he pulled was smug as he arched an eyebrow that had notches cut in it, with a small white bandage below his right eye to round out that rebellious look. His plain maroon tee clung tightly to his chest and he wore a matching distressed denim vest atop it to go with the jeans.
“Rio… I thought we said no more ‘surprise visits’—” Jordan began, being intentionally vague.
“It’s not like that, I genuinely need your help this time,” Rio grumbled as if he was irritated he had to even ask. “You’re the smartest person I know.”
“…Really?” Jordan questioned, although it made sense considering that none of the Pokémon in Rhys’ family seemed to have anything above a high school education.
“This is my nephew who I just picked up from being booked for the last fucking week because he likes to get in trouble with the law and shit,” Rio began to explain, grabbing the young man by the scruff of his vest collar to make a point. “Idk what the fuck to do with him and he just turned nineteen, I’m worried he’s gonna end up in serious trouble the next time if he keeps dicking around.”
“But you’re a dad right? Shouldn’t you know what to do?”
“I have little kids man, I don’t know shit about raising grown-ass teenagers yet! His own mom doesn’t know what to do with him, my wife doesn’t know what to do, and this little fucker won’t even listen to me,” Rio added, looking accusingly at his nephew who scoffed in response and broke away from the older man.
“I’m gonna look around your shit if that’s alright, I’m tired of hearing the old man bitch about me right in front of my face,” the dusk Lycanroc announced as he rudely walked past Jordan into the house, not waiting for permission.
He clomped around the house in black leather boots, being nosy as he glanced in rooms, remarking, “Yuck I hate being in here, everything just smells like Uncle Rhys.”
For that reason he didn’t even want to look in what he presumed was the throuple’s bedroom, as even though the closed door, his sharp Lycanroc nose could smell… everything. Instead, his nose followed the faintly sweet scent of something unfamiliar to another room, one of the few places in this house that hasn’t been disgustingly marked by his uncle.
Jamison looked up from his spot on the bedroom floor to see the dusk Lycanroc posed in the doorway, staring right down at him.
‘God… Arceus… you work fast!’ Jamison thought to himself as his breath caught a bit in his throat, his eyes trailing down the man’s body quickly, trying his best not to stare. Despite the fact he was staring back at him. Intensely.
“Who are you?” The edgy-looking young man asked rudely, as if he hadn’t just stomped into their house.
“J-Jamison… Jordan’s little brother. How about you?” He offered, finding he was suddenly really intimidated to talk to him.
“Lars. I’m related to Rhys, well kinda…” he explained. “Long story.”
“Aah, okay,” Jamison concluded awkwardly, shyly looking down now.
“You’re really fucking pretty Jay,” Lars said suddenly, after a long pause between them.
“H-huh?!” Jamison exclaimed, incredibly flustered as he started twisting his hair nervously, still not making eye contact. Compared to how attractive everyone found his very petite, very effeminate, and famously well-dressed older brother, no one had ever by comparison called him pretty. He was average height with slightly darker skin tone than his brother’s, the color of caramel, and a curly mop of burnt sienna-colored coils spilling in front of his face and thick glasses. Not only did he not keep up with fashion as much as his brother, usually opting to wear joggers with a nerdy t-shirt or a flannel, but he wasn’t nearly as charismatic either, a natural wall flower. “Y-you must mean someone else.”
“Don’t see anyone else here but yourself,” Lars pointed out, leaning against the door frame. His jeans slid a bit lower on his hips as he did, showing a little peek of underwear, Jamison noting that they were dark gray.
“Um, thanks…” Jamison accepted offhandedly, not looking up from his unpacking now. It was too dangerous to look too much.
“You new in town?”
“Y-yeah, kinda. I’m here for a campus tour of Alola University tomorrow. I’m going to be attending in the fall, my parents just wanted to make sure I get acclimated and stuff,” Jamison explained, before holding the campus’s pamphlet up to the other man.
Leaving his perch against the door, Lars got closer and kneeled down on the floor by Jamison, their hands brushing lightly as he took the pamphlet from him.
“I don’t mean to be rude or anything… but what are you doing here in my brother's house, exactly?” Jamison asked after he spent a brief moment studying the man’s face as he looked over the brochure.
“I dunno, my Uncle Rio brought me over here for some reason, to make an example out of me I guess? He’s out there bitching about me to your brother right now.”
“Why is he out there complaining about you?”
“Because I can’t stay out of trouble.”
“…And why can’t you stay out of trouble?”
“Because I love doing shit I shouldn’t, pretty straightforward,” Lars pointed out, taking care to look Jamison right in the eye as he said that, leaning closer into his personal space by the moment.
“Oh, okay,” Jamison gasped a bit, feeling a slight jolt of arousal at his intense stare, almost like an invitation.
“I wanna make you mine,” Lars firmly insisted, now setting the brochure on the floor before brushing his fingers lightly against the side of Jamison’s face, making him hot.
“W-whoa, whoa wait! We don’t even know each other, shouldn’t we just… talk first?!”
“Well I know what I like, and you know what you like… so what else is there to talk about?”
“We could talk about not having sex just five minutes after meeting!”
“I was getting the vibe for a minute that you were kinda into it… guess I was mistaken,” Lars said, him noticeably recoiling a bit as he couldn’t really get a sense of what Jamison wanted.
Jamison didn’t really know either if he was being honest, as the throbbing in his joggers said he wanted to take things further, but the way his self respect was set up, he wasn’t going to allow this guy to just claim him like that! Maybe it was a bit ridiculous for him to turn his nose up when his goal was to fuck… but at the same time he desperately needed something else to grasp on to, he needed to know that he was the right one to do this with.
Although it wasn’t like there were just a ton of Lycanrocs just waiting around to literally walk in his house or anything, it was highly unlikely he’d get this chance twice.
“You right though Jay, you’re a classy guy, and you don’t really give me the vibe that you sleep around a lot. I shouldn’t have approached you like that,” Lars then admitted out loud after a brief moment of introspection. “I’ve just never seen someone like you before that makes me instantly just want to…”
Lars trailed off, looking down at his hands with his long Lycanroc finger nails, neatly filed to sharp points and polished a glossy black. He fantasized about pulling him close, digging his claws deep into that soft flesh, digging his fangs possessively into this adorable cinnamon bun of a man before him. But the sense he got was that Jamison’s emotions were all over the place, he smelled arousal pouring off of him one moment and nervousness and fear the next. He didn’t exactly hate the nervousness and fear, but he didn’t want him to be this afraid of him so soon.
“Lars!” The booming voice of Rio came suddenly in the doorway, making the two men jump as they whipped their heads around to look at them. “C’mon, we’re going home.”
“Uncle Rio, I’m going to college with Jay tomorrow,” Lars suddenly announced with a big grin, holding up the pamphlet to the large Lycanroc.
“…Huh?” It was now both Rio and Jamison’s turns to simultaneously react in appropriate confusion.
“You want me to do something with my life, so I want to be smart and go to college like Jay,” Lars insisted, suddenly determined.
“So you’re going to go to fucking doctor school like the humans? You’re nineteen and you already have a fucking record, no one’s going to give you a chance at a school like that. You’re going to take one look at that stuffy place and never want to go back,” Rio fussed at his nephew.
“You already have a record…?” Jamison asked nervously to no response.
“I can major in other stuff aside from being a doctor, you just don’t wanna believe in me Unc. But Jay believes in me, don’t you? I can totally be a law-abiding productive citizen of society and all that shit,” Lars insisted, now turning to look into Jamison’s eyes.
Jamison didn’t know this guy from a can of paint but here he was, practically staring into his soul with those beautiful eyes, pleading him to believe in him of all things.
And then came the nail in the coffin as Lars added under his breath, only loud enough for them to hear, “I can be a good boy for you Jay, if that’s what you like.”
The way he said that practically tugged on his dick, he had to hold back a groan. Everything about this sexy bad boy was doing something to him, but was he really going to be able to make someone like him into college material just to get his family off his back? Jamison had never taken a chance on anything, he always took the safe path with school, his career path, he never even liked to play anything other than his main when it came to playing games with his friends online.
Rio was staring at them both expectantly, no, staring at Jamison in particular, waiting for him to say something affirming about his miscreant nephew.
“Look, I believe he can do it,” Jamison suddenly agreed, despite the fact that he was still really unsure. “A-and tomorrow is just the tour after all, he can come with me just to see if he likes it there, no pressure.”
Rio let out a heavy sigh as he ran his hand through his unruly dark crimson-splashed hair. “I really feel like I shouldn’t let you go anywhere… but if this is all in the name of making you stay out of fucking trouble, maybe a good influence will help you. Now come on.”
Lars reluctantly got to his feet, already missing the warmth radiating from the human as he bid him farewell with a, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow Jay, I’ll be thinking about it all night.”
“S-see you tomorrow Lars,” Jamison stammered, that cocky smirk of his making his heart skip a beat as he and his uncle finally retreated from the room.
As Rio and Lars were heading down the hall, making their way out of the small house, Rio said under his breath, “I don’t like the look you were giving him. You better not do anything stupid with that human, he’s an innocent kid.”
“That’s why I’m going to college Unc, duh. I’m gonna be too smart and educated to do anything stupid,” Lars assured him confidently.
Rio groaned as he dragged his palm over his face in embarrassment, “That’s exactly what I’m fucking worried about…”