Nothing to See
By now he knows what she's been up to. Brendan/May angry!sex. In a bathroom stall. In contest clothes. M/F COMPLETE
They'd been preparing for this doubles contest for weeks. It was the opening of a new format season; a new gimmick for Kanto's Contest Halls. As the founders of the Pokemon League, the province was more than a little obsessed with all things pokemon, and had the resources to create whole new, instantly popular categories out of anything they got their hands on. Contests had originated off in Sinnoh decades before, and had only been floating around Kanto for a few years, but already they'd taken the concept of Combination Battles and created actual Double Contests... Two trainers working together on each side of a single match.
So it had been May and Brendan who had been asked to compete together as the tournament's hook, with promotional posters that made it sound like they'd invented the concept. Much to May's surprise, Dawn hadn't been jealous of the position; she'd admitted instead that she was purely a solo act, but had done her best to help the two prepare for the day.
Yes, she and Lucas had helped tremendously... until two days before, when a series of incidents had revealed quite loudly to most the household that: A, Lucas had been jacking off to May, despite having a girlfriend; B, Brendan's idea of revenge for that was dumping a wad into Lucas's hat; C, May wore a thong and lacked the sense not to go sulk in the back yard while clad in it; D, no one in the household was kind enough to bring you a towel when something like that happened to you; and E, “something” had happened between herself and Dawn that included Dawn being more intimate with her than she'd ever been with her boyfriend.
The last part had seemed like just an accusation at first, but things had quickly gotten rough enough that rumors had started to spread about May seducing every girl in the house and possibly Lucas as well. May was pissed both because hardly any of it was true, and because at the rate things were going, one afternoon of loose judgment and an attempt to give well-meaning lessons to her friend was going to end in both of them losing their boyfriends. Lucas and Dawn were already “on a break” while he thought about things, and with the way he constantly harassed her over the situation, May was beginning to worry she'd have to initiate the same.
Now she was trying desperately to keep her head in the game; they were the show today, but not a separate act, they were actually competing. The entire audience knew them as the couple that had formed when they'd competed for the Grand Festival Cup two years prior (ironically, their relationship had been a joking PR stunt at first, and it'd been several months before they'd realized they actually did like each other, each assuming the other was only doing it for appearances) and they had to act like it – when the camera was focused on them.
And Brendan was doing a bangup job of exactly that, his grin flawless during opening ceremonies and between matches, but he'd taken every chance he could to sneer at her when the cameras were elsewhere. Right now they were in the middle of a match, and though they were winning, he was still hissing insults at her between commands.
Well, insults was a strong term for it. Hysterics was more accurate.
“How long has this been going on?!” he asked for at least the fourth time that day. “When were you planning on telling me that you've been boning girls behind my back?”
“Can we *not* talk about this here?” she growled again, doing her best to keep her lips from moving except when she was talking to her pokemon. Striking elaborate poses was made more difficult by Brendan refusing to be more than six inches from her at all times, as well, so she'd started forcing him into the poses with him, where he continued to whine, almost forgetting to call out his own attacks.
“When will we talk about it, then?”
They were losing points fast and that was not making May happy. “After the Contest,” she assured him, letting go of him before her next order.
“How do I know you're not just putting me off?” he asked, and she lamented dating a man so in touch with his feminine side.
“Because I'm trying to win us a fucking ribbon, alright?!” she shouted at him, losing most of her composure, though fortunately an explosion on the stage shielded her words from the audience.
When they won the match a minute later, May threw her arm around him and put on her biggest fake grin, even as he looked like he was sulking. As the announcer said something witty about him being upset over not getting the finishing move, she hissed into his ear; “Now knock this off and meet me outside of the dressing room in three minutes. If you want to discuss this, I will now, but you're going to behave the rest of the day.”
He nodded solemnly, then put on his own fake smile as a news reporter ran up to them. May sighed and added, “Three minutes after we're done with her,” as a whisper, before looking back at the camera and silently wishing for the days when she had to win the whole contest, not just the first round, before the paparazzi showed up.
When she finally got away she ducked back into the waiting room and then out into the girls' dressing room, sitting down in front of her locker and kicking her shoes off. She needed a couple moments to breathe, to calm down so she didn't just kick Brendan's ass the moment she left the room and saw him again. What she really needed was a plan, but nothing was coming to mind. Nothing that didn't involve said ass kicking at least.
Two minutes of locker slamming later, she still had her slightly flouncy dress on, but her high heels had been put away for a pair of more comfortable sandals. She wasn't going to argue with him in those damn things – it was bad enough she'd be doing so in this dress, but since he'd made it for her, she figured leaving it on would help drive the point home.
When she opened the door to the main hallway, she nearly jumped when she found him standing right there. “What the hell, why are you-”
“You told me to meet you in front of the dressing room.”
May frowned. She hadn't said which one, but inside her head she'd meant his. Obviously he'd seen it the other way around. No use getting angrier; she just closed the door behind her and started the discussion right then and there.
“Why can't this wait until after the contest?”
“Because it didn't get solved *before* the contest.”
May let out an aggravated sigh and grabbed him by the shoulder. “Of course it didn't get solved before the contest – you wouldn't TALK TO ME for the last two days.”
“The last day,” he corrected, pushing her hand off. “You're the one who wouldn't talk to me before that.”
“I was still mad at you for not bringing me my pants! I had to hide behind Shiftry to even get back into the house!”
“Well maybe you shouldn't have been running around the house in your underwear.”
“My pants were off because we were going to have sex, or do you not remember that, either?!”
“Oh that's funny, because from how things looked, I thought you were going to have sex with Dawn, just like you had with Winnie.”
May snarled and backhanded him before she even knew what she was going, though once he had regained his balance and was rubbing his cheek, she was pretty sure it'd been the right course of action. “Dawn was just once, okay? It happened once, and it wasn't even really sex. We just... both got a bit carried away with trying things out, alright? And that happened *before* Winnie, and I thought we were done with that by now.”
“We were never DONE about Winnie, May. I just thought I'd drop it for the sake of the contest...”
“And so you could bone me, right? The problem wasn't important when YOU were horny, but now that the whoooole house knows...”
He shushed her suddenly as they heard footsteps, politely asking her if the dress was working out well for her as people walked past, then leaned up to her as they receded down the hallway. “Can we *not* talk about this here?”
“Oh, NOW you're worried about us fighting in public. It's already too late for that, thanks to your little snippy fits during the match I'm sure there's 'trouble in paradise' headlines being printed on every major tabloid as we speak. No, Brendan – you wanted us to have this discussion today, so we'll have it today. Right. Now.”
He growled, lowering his eyes in an attempt to look menacing that she knew was just sulking. “Some place less out in the open, then.”
She sighed, pushing open the door to the changing room and glancing around. She saw no one, as they were all likely out in the waiting room where they could watch instead. “In here, then, crybaby,” she snipped, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him inside. “Bathroom stall, in case anyone-”
A girl wandered in behind them on her cell phone and was also stopped midsentence at the sight of teen contest idols May and Brendan, one holding the other by the collar, working their way quickly across the dressing room. “I uh... I'll take the call outside,” she whispered, a blush bright across her face as she ducked back out of the room and let out a girlish squeal.
“...In case anyone else comes in. Well, at least that'll be better for press,” she grumbled, all but throwing him into the handicapped stall. “Now then,” she said, locking the door behind her. “Yes, I let Winnie fuck me. You saw that. You probably were thinking about that when you were messing with Lucas's hat.”
He stared intently at the wallpaper, unwilling to confirm or deny the accusation.
“I had some curiosity, that's all. Chicks are hot, Brendan... We can both agree on that. But I'm not in love with either one of them.”
“'Chicks are hot'? THAT'S your defense?”
May let out an annoyed huff, grabbing him by the collar again and slamming him up against the divider, her other hand diving down his pants and wrapping around his cock. “No, this is my defense. That you're talking reaaaal big about this but you're hard as a rock from thinking about me with a girl. That we've had sex more times in this very bathroom stall than I've had with women, ever.” She dragged her thumb along the top of his dick, leaning in so that her teeth grazed his ear as she spoke, “That I am pissed that you're such a little bitch, and I'm going to make you make it up to me.”
Brendan was unable to choke out a full response, instead just making a confused noise as May dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipping the fly of his dress pants on the way down, her other hand never letting go of him. “Maybe,” she cooed, coaxing him out of his now-open zipper, “if we managed to do things without interruption a little more often,” her hand rubbed up and down him with an almost too tight grip, her tongue darting across her lips, “I wouldn't be trying out the alternatives.”
He groaned before her lips even reached his member, but the reaction grew stronger as her tongue ran up his underside, broad and flattened, nothing delicate or teasing about it. She paused at the tip, tongue still shaped to his skin, and let out a hot breath across his head. For a moment she just stared at him, poised to take his head into her mouth, dick supported only by that outstretched muscle, before she wrapped her hand around his base and moaned. “God Brendan, you're an idiot if you think a piece of rubber could ever replace this.”
She spent a moment jacking him roughly, her head turned sideways as she lapped along his shaft ahead of her fingers, occasionally tracing the edge of his head. When he winced a little from the friction, she sighed, calling him a pussy before spitting on her palm and resuming the motion, twisting her hand to lube up his whole length. “I'm sure you want me to stop and just suck you off already,” she mumbled, lips rubbing into the side of his dick.
He groaned again, biting his lip. May huffed dramatically, pushing her hair behind her ears. “Well? Is that what you want? Or are you still being a little bitch.”
“No... Ah...” Brendan shuddered as her thumb ran up over his tip, his hips rocking up off the wall. “Damn't May. If you're going to suck it, do it already.”
She smirked, licking her lips again. “You sound like you can make me.”
His face darkened at the challenge, his teeth grazing his lip hungrily as he reached down, gripping her hair and pulling it closer to his body. “Maybe I can. I think you are the one who owes me... running off with others...” He grabbed his dick with his other hand and pointed it more toward her, rubbing it along her lips. “I think if you're going to be 'use it or lose it', I'll use it.”
May groaned as the velvety head was slid repeatedly across her lips, and she curled them into her mouth defiantly, despite being the one who got on her knees to begin with. He bucked his hips forward, pressing harder against her mouth, causing it to slide along her cheek, then back to her lips. “I guess instead I could just do this... and then the cum would get all over your hair...”
She opened her lips now, sneering as she stuck her tongue out past her lower lip, giving him a smooth ramp into her waiting mouth. His grip on her hair tightened, and hers on his thigh followed suit, her head moving furiously along his shaft without any real guidance. Her moans were angry, even poisonous, but needy just the same, his taste and heat inside of her mouth making her gasp even while she could still breathe relatively well.
The noises of her sucking grew louder as her head started to tilt again, drawing him further and further back. For a moment she held her breath, pushing harder still on his length, letting it slider into her relaxed throat, where she simply moaned around it for a moment, eyes watering despite being used to the intrusion.
Suddenly his hand was on the back of her head instead, holding her there, and she made a small choking noise as she tried to gasp from the shock. For a moment all she could do was hold her eyes shut, letting her mouth try to swallow around the prick filling her, until finally he let her go and she slid backward, gasping and growling. “You ass,” she snarled, wiping the mix of spit and precum from her lips, “If you're going to do shit like that, I'm never sucking that dick again.” Already though, she was on her feet, hand wrapped around him again, the other hand balling her skirt up at stomach height.
“You said yourself no piece of rubber can replace it. You should treat it better.”
For a minute, she'd meant to fuck him standing up there, one leg perched on the back of the toilet, but with shit like that coming out of his mouth, she needed to put him somewhere where he'd really have no say over the manner. Letting go of his dick, she grabbed his collar again instead, dragging Brendan ninty degrees until he was facing the door, then pushing him back to sit, still fully clothed, on the toilet seat. Another shove put him against the wall, and eye level with the hand holding up her skirt.
“See those panties?” May goaded, her hand sliding to his chin and pointing his vision back up to her face. “You're going to hold them out of my way. Now.”
He did as was asked, gripping one seam of her underwear and pulling it to the opposite side, uncovering her dripping slit. Brendan could feel how slick she was, clearly freshly shaved and now soaked. “Still don't believe me that I want you a hell of a lot more than any girl?”
Soaked from sucking his dick, from tasting his precum in her throat, and from the subtle excitement at their mutual rage.
Brendan's dick was waiting at attention for her, and she found it easily, pushing straight down onto him, letting their thighs slam together as she sat onto his lap. His eyes clamped shut at her sudden tightness wrapping around him, his jaw falling open in a barely contained silent moan. She wiggled her hips on his lap, squeezing him on purpose, one hand braced on his shoulder. “Nice and hot for me...” she hissed approvingly, clenching her teeth and letting her head fall back for a moment. “Damn. Damn. But...” she took a deep breath, leaning forward, eyes locking on his again, “I think we'll need to do a little better than that.”
She took the edge of the dress where it was balled up in her hands and put the hem into her mouth, gripping it between her teeth to hold it up out of their way. Now both her hands were free, and she rested them on his shoulder and on the back of the toilet behind him, bracing herself so she could start rocking up and down. Her movements were quick and rough, ones that belonged ten seconds from orgasm, not the same after penetration, and the way she whimpered showed both that she was enjoying it and that the pleasure was a shock to her system.
Her boyfriend tried to reach up to grab her hips, but she intercepted his hands, grabbing his wrists and pinning them behind his head, between the wall and tank, anchoring her weight there while she continued to ride him. A slight roll formed in the movement of May's hips, grinding his tip against every edge of her with each thrust, drawing low moans from the boy below her. May herself had fallen into a series of muffled yelps, her breathing rough as it was forced through her nose for the sake of keeping her new dress out of harm's way. Her eyes were locked on his as she sneered through those clenched teeth, challenging him to do something about the fact she had him at her mercy.
Now Brendan fought back against her quick rhythm, aiming a rough buck up into her so hard it lifted them off the seat for a moment. She gasped, nearly losing her grip on her dress, and settled more of her weight back to her hips, trying to keep him down. With a clatter of the plastic seat he arched up again, deliberately pushing himself as far into her as he could; though a shiver went down his spine from how tightly her pussy gripped his length, he managed to keep her eyes locked on hers, which blinked just a little too long.
Sensing her weakness, he rammed her again, more quickly, and this time when she gasped, the cloth fell from her mouth, bunching between their stomachs. When he pulled back out she let go, instinctively reaching to wrap her arms around his neck, and he took the opportunity to seize her waist, and thus control of the thrusting.
His fingers dug into her ass, wrapping for a firm grip to both lift her and push her both down. She winced and whined at each thrust, trying desperately to take back control but unable to grab more than his hair. With her nails buried in his scalp she let herself be pulled down onto his cock over and over, his lips suddenly finding her neck and taking their own hold there.
“Damn't... Brendan...” she cursed, feeling his hands squeeze her hips tighter. “If you're going to fuck me... do it right...”
He snarled again at his girlfriend's taunt, hooking his hands down under her ass instead and lifting her up, completely off of his dick. May gasped at the sudden absence, then stumbled backward as she was dumped on her feet, Brendan pushing himself up to his own and throwing her against the stall door. It rattled under their weight as he hiked her dress back up, stuffing the edge down her cleavage before reaching between her legs. His hands each took a thigh, hoisting her up, her back flat against the door and her feet quickly pulled off the floor. With a quick thrust, she found herself being supported mainly by his hands and dick, the latter of which only helped hold her up whenever he thrust the deepest.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” she shouted, digging her heels into his back, her fingers relacing into her hair. He did his best to shut her up by bucking harder and sinking his teeth into her neck. The talking only stopped at the bite, replaced instead by first a yelp and then a slow moan of slightly pained delight, her pitch punctuated by each thrust.
“The next time,” he groaned, pulling his teeth from her flesh and raising his lips to her ear, “the next time you decide you're fucking a girl...” he licked the rim of her ear, his hips quickening despite the constant rattle of the stall door behind her, “you'll remember to invite me.”
That did it; the last of May's resolve faded, her back arching its way off the cold metal as she tried to impale herself further on her boyfriend's dick. With a call of his name as a curse, she shook in his arms, pussy pulsing around him. “Brendan... Damn't...” Her fingers pulled at his hair, drawing his lips back to her neck where he lapped furiously against her, still ramming her against the door.
He managed to keep going long after his fingers had gone numb and his arms sore, long after May's whimpers had grown weak and then changed to pleading moans for him to let her now-tender cunt have a rest, though it was less than another minute all total. Finally he groaned as he emptied himself into her, twitching his hips a few final times and drawing unsteady gasps from the girl.
“Wh-when did you learn to do that?” she panted as he let go of her now-bruised thighs, letting her down onto shaky feet, where she leaned against him.
“When did you lean to eat pussy?” he countered, running his fingers through her hair with a sarcastic chuckle.
She blushed and cleared her throat, pulling her dress from where he'd tucked it in. “We'll talk about that later. Right now, we should get cleaned up and back before the next round.”
“Right... I think we've given the paparazzi enough to talk about for the day.”