Chapter 6
Tracy Sketchit unpacked his boxes in his new apartment. He was tired of Pine Valley. He was tired of his job at Buenos Dias and he wanted to start over in Landview, just a short hour-long drive over Mount Moon.
Here, he would start out fresh here, make new friends and perhaps even find love. Or rekindle an old flame with a certain someone, but from what he had already seen, that wasn't going to be very possible.
After unpacking, he decided to hit the gym. It was a nice way to top off the week and it was a warm Saturday night. A perfect night to look around the new gym in town and get some weight lifting in.
Tracy arrived just after seven-thirty. It was the perfect time to go, since most people were at home with family and dinner. A few men were in the weight room and he walked in, a towel hung around his neck and he took an appreciative glance.
Then, he noticed Brock Harrison jogging on a treadmill. Shirtless. He was very nicely built and the sweat gave a sheen to his skin. Tracy joined him in a slow-paced walk on the machine beside him and looked ahead, smiling.
"Hey there. Come here often?"
"All the time." Brock replied, never changing his pace or looking over. Tracy fastened his slow walk to a faster one.
"I just moved here from Pine Valley." He smiled over at him and his eyes scanned down his torso, to his legs which were mostly covered by oversized basketball shorts. God, he hoped he was gay. "You from around here?"
"Pewter City." Brock replied, noticing the longing stare he was giving him. Why did this always happen to him? None of the women ever flirted with him at the gym, partially because the gay guys flocked to him.
"Ah, the rock-hard city." Tracy winked and made a low sound at the back of his throat. "It shows."
He had been in this situation before and he knew just how to get out of it without being mean or ride. "So, you married?" He asked, cleverly and Tracy shook his head.
"Nope. Just got out of a relationship." He slowed down his machine and he saw Brock did the same. His heart fluttered. "What about you?"
Brock held up is hand. They were dark, strong and big. Tracy licked his lips and then he noticed the gold wedding band. Damn it! He was straight!
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize…"
"It's cool, man. Don't worry about it." He said, offering him a smile, which made Tracy's heart flutter even more.
What a waste! Tracy thought, feeling his disappointment. "So, how long you been married to the lucky lady?"
"Four years." Brock sat down on a bench and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Tracy loved the way a man looked after a long, hard workout, but perhaps Brock had beaten them all. He had already tried to persuade a straight guy onto him, but it always ended up in an embarrassing failure. So he decided to save himself the grief this time.
"Wow. That's a long time." Tracy cleared his throat and joined him on the bench. "I've never had a relationship last longer than six months. Most guys are promiscuous, but I'm looking for a long-lasting relationship."
Standing up, Brock peered up at the clock. He had to get home to Lucy and have a late dinner with her. "Well, hey," He extended his arm for a handshake. "hope you find it here in Landview."
Tracy smiled and gripped his hand, loving the firm, strong grip, the calloused palms, the rough hair on the back of it. He was mesmerized by him and he definitely hoped that they met up here again. Sure, there was no chance of a romantic relationship since he oozed masculinity and was obviously not interested in men, but he was very nice to look at. "Thanks." He finally said.
Brock waved at him and headed through the exit of the weight room, leaving Tracy behind, just staring. It was a cruel reminder of how much he wanted a man in his life, how much he needed that connection.
But could he ever really get over his old flame? Could he ever really get over his old college boyfriend who he was still in love with? And the question burned through his mind every night when he laid down to sleep.
Did he still feel anything for Tracy?
The park was empty, almost eerily desolate and Misty wondered for the fifth time why she had chosen to come out here after dark. It wasn't necessarily a dangerous place to be, but it was still too quiet and lonely.
Of course that's what she wanted right now. To be alone and quiet. She just wanted away from Ash, his lack of attraction towards her made her feel terrible and uneasy. It had gotten to the point where it depressed her.
Ash would rather sit in front of the television and watch primetime dramas while eating instant ramen rather than be with her. She got out of her car and felt the cool, summer breeze comb through her hair. Again she thought this was crazy and she settled on a park bench.
How did she end up like this? Marriage was supposed to be happy, full of passion and love for the rest of both of their lives. She was no longer supposed to be a virgin and she longed to be taken and tainted by a man. But was that man Ash Ketchum.
Ever since she had kissed Brock, she wasn't so sure. She found herself thinking about him when she should have been thinking about Ash. When Ash gave her the usual goodbye kiss in the mornings, she found herself thinking about Brock.
She sat there for almost an hour before she saw a familiar, dark-blue truck, covered in splattered mud around the tired and the bottom, pull up and she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness when she saw who stepped out.
Brock slammed the truck door and smiled over at her from underneath the bright, park lights. His face was shadowed, accentuating his handsome features and she stood up, almost wondering if this was some kind of dream.
"Hey, Brock…"
"Hey…" He said, softly, looking around in confusion. "What are you doing here in Landview park so late? Are you waiting for Ash?"
Misty shook her head and looked down at her feet. "No. I just wanted to get away from the house and had nowhere to really go. So, I just came here." The scent of his cologne drifted from him as he walked towards her, his heavy footsteps making a distinctive sound on the gravel. But all she could hear was his voice. That soft, velvety voice of his. And she looked away.
She hated being shy.
"I was on my way back from the gym and I recognized your car. I figured I'd come by and see what's the matter." Brock paused for a moment and tried to decide rather he wanted to say something or not. "Since, I know you and Ash have been having problems…adjusting."
Nodding, she agreed. "We didn't really have a fight this time. I don't think I have the energy to fight with him anymore. But I was hoping we could spend some time together, you know, and he'd rather just sit in front of the television and eat rather than spend any time with me."
Jealousy arose within him. Ash had her, anytime he wanted her and he was taking it for granted. One day, he was really going to regret that decision. He was really going to regret making Misty feel undesirable and less than what she really was.
"I thought you said you were going to let it happen naturally." He reminded her, questioningly.
"I am." She replied, blushing. "But I thought if we actually paid attention to each other it would happen. I want something spontaneous and passionate. Not planned and routine. Do you know what I mean?" She looked up at him, clearly embarrassed by her confession.
"I know exactly what you mean." He said, looking down into her eyes. The way the moonlight reflected off her skin, the way the lights reflected off her eyes, it mesmerized him. He noticed the pink tinge to her cheeks, all over her body. "Can I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"Have you thought about when I kissed you?" Without much thinking, he laced his fingers with hers and she looked down at their hands, then up to his gaze. Should she lie and tell him no? Or should she tell him the truth?
"All the time." Misty replied, almost in a hushed whisper as if someone was watching them, lurking in the shadows. She knew no one was around except him, but she just didn't feel right saying it out loud.
His other hand was on her leg, barely covered by a short black skirt that was cut well above her knee. "I do, too. Every time I make love to Lucy I--"
"What?" She asked, out of sheer curiosity. Never had heart been racing so fast.
"I think about kissing you. Doing more than just kissing you." He confessed, almost unsure if he should tell her about his secret fantasies. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him.
She should have anticipated what was to come next from the heat which burned in the depths of his eyes, and the husky note which had deepened his voice into rich, dark velvet. But she thought might restrain himself due to the fact they were both married. However, that didn't seem to matter to him.
"Brock--" She whispered, but he pulled her into his arms and roughly, brutally began to kiss her. "Brock, no."
This was wrong. She knew it was wrong for lots of reasons-- so why was she allowing herself to swept away by the power of his kiss. "Stop it." She beseeched in a whispered against the softness of his lips, but it was a hopeless plea, and they both knew it. "Stop it, Brock."
"Make me," he whispered back, following his words with a provocative lick at the roof of her mouth, and she swayed in his arms, lacing her fingers into the thick, dark locks of his hair. "Go on, make me."
Misty stared into his eyes, still feeling the taste of him on her the tip of her tongue. She wanted more, but not in the parking lot. They could be seen too easily. What would happen if one of Lucy's modeling friends, or Ash's old college buddies were to drive by and see her making out with Brock?
Or perhaps they would be doing more.
He sensed her hesitation and his hands glided over her shoulders as he scanned the field of the park. There was a dimly lit gazebo a few yards outward, hidden from the main road by a few trees. He smirked and pulled her along.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere a little more private." He replied smoothly. His and was large and it wrapped around her entire wrist. She knew he was too strong to pull away from him, but did she really want to pull away from him? She knew she should have wanted to-- but she didn't.
Brock helped her up the couple of stairs and before she even knew what was happening he was kissing her again, this time, deliberately splaying his hand over her rear and pushing her right against him. He circled his hips against her in a blatantly provocative way, letting her feel the hard, butting ridge of his desire.
She felt him and jerked with a spasm of shock. Misty had an idea of what male arousal was like, but this wasn't quite what she was expecting. She had imagined it much smaller and not as daunting, but she could feel him pulsating against her through the rough denim of his jeans.
"Brock…" Misty said weakly, as his lips continued their relentless onslaught, overloading her senses until she could barely think at all, let alone think straight.
"What?" Moving his hand from her bottom, he allowed his fingers to trickle with agonizing slowness up towards her breasts and he heard her long sigh of surrender as he felt her body melt against him.
"What about Lucy? And Ash?" She had already unbuttoned the top of his shirt, her fingers gliding over the hard muscles of his shoulders and towards his back. He closed his eyes and groaned at the sensation.
"I'm not worried about Lucy right now." He spoke honestly, feeling only slightly guilty for saying it. "And I know you're not thinking about Ash right now." He leaned in and kissed her neck, then her shoulders as he slowly slid the straps of her tank top down. "You're loving the way I'm kissing you."
He pulled up her skirt. "And touching you."
Misty let her head fall back and that ache between her thighs only intensified. Her breathing became rapid and she saw him smile up at her after kissing both of her now bare shoulders.
"I know you are. And I also know you want to know what it feels like to be loved by a real man." He pressed his lips against hers, teasing her lips with his tongue and even though she begged for him to taste her, he didn't. "One who's not afraid to please you. To make you scream his name as loud as you can."
She felt him allow his hand to go further up her skirt and as bad as she wanted to protest, she couldn't. Everything just felt so good and so natural. She stared at him as he felt the honey-sweet wetness on her panties and he yearned to feel the heat of her.
The mere fact that this was forbidden was turning him on even more.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" He asked, pushing her against the back of the gazebo and moving his fingers in a circular motion against her. She propped one foot on the wall and instinctively spread her legs more. "Oh, yes! That is what you want. You want me to show you how good I can make you feel!"
He kissed her again, this time tasting her and giving her what she wanted, and tangled his fingers in her long, red hair. He rocked against her again and her hand reached out to the incredibly powerful, and very painful bulge in his jeans.
"Brock, please…" She stared up at him, her eyes cloudy, her mind in a daze. And he hadn't even started yet. Misty really had no idea what she was asking for and he wondered if she could handle it. He highly doubted she could, but he wanted to show her what she had been missing out on.
He gave a low laugh of passion and power. She was like putty in his hands. "What?" Whispering against her ear, he smirked and pulled his hand from under skirt and pulled her top down further. She had a gorgeous body, but why did she have to be wearing a bra tonight of all nights?
Still, he wasn't complaining and soon she was just standing in front of him, pressed against the wall, her face flushed in nothing but a short skirt, stiletto heels and a pink bra. "W-what's the matter?"
"Nothing, you're just so…beautiful." Brushing a lock of hair back from her face, he kissed her again. It wasn't the most romantic of gestures, but he wasn't worried about being romantic right now. After all, he wasn't even supposed to be doing this.
His arms encircled her back and he snapped her bra open, then threw it to the floor of the gazebo. Misty covered herself instinctively with her arms and her face almost seemed sunburned with embarrassment.
Brock pulled her arms away, groaning in frustration. "Don't be shy. Let me see…" He looked down. "You're breasts are beautiful." He breathed, almost inaudibly and he kissed along her clavicle, over to her shoulders and then finally to her breasts.
Her eyes flew open and it awakened her from her hazed state of mind when she felt his wonderful tongue and the warm wetness of his mouth envelope the peak of her breasts. She threw her head back, knocking it against the wall of the gazebo and she tried not to cry out, in fear that someone would hear her.
"Oh!" She squealed with innocent pleasure as she felt his hands go underneath her skirt, glide across her panties and then he pulled them aside and her legs started to shake. He moved from one breast to the other and did the same as he slowly inserted his finger into her.
She yelped in pain, but he didn't stop. Instead, he rubbed his finger along her swollen, wet opening and flicked his tongue across the sensitive skin of her breasts. A wave of shocking pleasure rocketed through her body and an intense feeling of something she couldn't even describe began over taking her.
Misty felt him lick, suck and bite them until she was shaking in his arms, her feet sliding as she tried to keep her balance. "Oh! Don't stop, Brock. Please! Don't stop!" She demanded him and he slid his finger further into her tight entrance until he felt her barrier.
She winced in pain and looked down at him, once again realizing her breasts were exposed to him, and he was kissing them. "Keep going." She begged, still not able to catch her breath. She wanted him to take her, take away that remorseless aching between her legs.
He kissed her breasts, and suckled onto one of them, kneading the other with his free hand and slid his finger in and out of her with his other in short, quick repetitive motions.
Brock could feel her becoming tighter, wetter, and more responsive. "Come for me!" He demanded breathlessly in her ear, feeling as if he might lose control himself. His arousal was aching and the way she was crying out like that was only making it worse. "Say my name!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried out as she felt the pressure build inside of her. She had no idea what he was doing to her, but she knew she didn't want him to stop. Ever. "Brock! Yes! Don't…stop." She managed weakly. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved possessively over his broad back and wantonly caressed the warm flesh through his silken shirt.
Then finally, it happened. She fell weakly against the wall, her legs stiffened and she threw her head back, still feeling him move in and out of her slowly, careful not to hurt her again. Her groaned at the sounds she was making and he reveled in the feeling of her sweet, innocence as it surrounded his fingers. He let his hand rest there, feeling her pulse beneath it as she rode out the last remnants of her pleasure.
"Oh my God…" Misty looked over at him as he stood up straight, a satisfied grin on his face. He looked devilishly handsome and arrogantly cocky and for some reason, that was attractive to her right now. "What just happened?"
"You just had your very first orgasm." He laughed and kissed her hand.
Misty readjusted her clothes, but Brock could still smell the sweet, poignant scent of her arousal. His was still visually obvious.
"Brock, we should--"
"Yea, we should get home." Brock nodded and sighed, looking up at the stars, then past the trees that concealed their love affair so well from the rest of the world, to their parked cars in the dark lot. "Lucy's waiting on me."
Nodding, Misty followed him to the parking lot and he didn't even try to touch her. It was such a contrast from what had happened back inside the gazebo. Was it just a moment of passion that he now regretted? Did this even count as cheating?
Well, in her book, it did. She had cheated on Ash almost a week ago when she had merely kissed him, but now, she had definitely crossed the lines.
Brock leaned his elbow against his truck and looked over at her as she stood with her back pressed against the driver's door of her Honda. He still wore that same smile, so he must have not felt too guilty about what just happened.
She could still feel the aftermath of it, rippling through her body. "Thank you for…" She looked out across the field to the gazebo. "that."
He smiled, and leaned over, kissing her briefly on the lips and causing her heart to flutter in her chest. "It was my pleasure. Anytime." He winked and grinned before opening his truck door.
For some reason, parting with him made her want to cry. She had left Brock plenty of times on a friendly goodbye, but seeing him right now, stepping into his truck only to drive away -drive away back to Lucy- it broke her heart.
Her voice shook when she spoke, but she managed a smile. "Goodnight Brock."
"Goodnight Misty."
She watched him climb into his truck and fearlessly tear out of the parking lot and she watched until his taillights disappeared over a hill in the horizon. She got into her car and sat there for a moment, replaying those feelings in her mind.
Tonight, Brock had shown her what it's like to be loved by a real man. He had kissed her like he loved her, held her like he cared about her and touched her like he wanted her. Then, he just goes back home. Back to Lucy.
It finally struck her, a bitter-sweet victory. Tears streamed down her face and she wiped them away with her hands. Had he used her? Had he really just used her for an ego boost? Was she just another girl on his list of many?
Almost angrily, she started up her car and drove away, down the same street she watched Brock disappear to just a few moments before.
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