Ash was super excited, bouncing around Paul like he had springs in his ankles, annoying the mauve-haired trainer. From all people, why on Earth did he ask Ash to go out with him? Couldn't he find something less hyperactive? He glared at the raven-haired boy, who gave him a toothy grin.

"Stop it." He said grumpily, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets.

"Stop what?" Ash asked innocently.

"Stop hoping around like a Buneary." Ash stomped one of his legs into the ground, being at attention. Paul rolled his eyes as he pushed the door of the restaurant open. It was small, not so expensive, but not very cheap. There were lots of pictures on the peach-colored wall and the wooden floor was covered with small carpets. The staff, dressed in immaculate white uniforms with black aprons, was fussing around with plateaus, drinks and menus.

Ash and Paul sat down in the corner, at a table covered with a white cloth. Ash smiled at Paul, who was shaking his leg under the table nervously.

"Good evening!" said a waiter as he laid two menus in front of the boys. Paul murmured something as he looked through it. He finally looked at Ash, who didn't even open the menu, staring at Paul's face with his big brown eyes. Paul lowered his head, a tiny tint of red appearing on the bridge of his nose.

"I want a soup. You?" he said without looking at Ash.

"Same." The waiter came, writing something on a notebook and taking the menus. Paul laid his hand on the table, next to the salt shaker, avoiding Ash's persistent stare. He was beginning to get on his nerves.

"I'm glad that you finally asked me out. We're improving." Ash's hand stretched across the table, his fingers slightly touching the pale skin. Paul pulled his hand away immediately, frowning at his words. What the hell was he thinking about, that he was interested in him or something? He wasn't…was he?

"Your soups." The waiter pulled him out of his thoughts, placing the bowls in front of them. Ash took a spoonful of the liquid and swallowed it. He stopped suddenly, letting out a gasp. It was hot that he could feel it run down to his stomach, burning his throat. He couldn't feel his tongue.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed, fanning himself with his hands. Paul threw him a bored look while sipping his soup.

"Idiot!" he said. "Why didn't you blow? You're absolutely pathetic."

"But it hurts!!" Ash whined, wiping away some tears and drinking some water. His tongue felt so sore. Paul put the spoon down, shaking his head. Ash was impossible. His hand stretched across the table, catching his chin and bringing his face closer to his.

Before Ash could think about what was happening, Paul's lips were pressed against his. He completely forgot about the burn as he slowly parted his plump lips. The Veilstone trainer licked his bottom lip before slipping his hot tongue inside, brushing it against Ash's sore one. Ash let out a small moan when he felt the soft texture of Paul's tongue caress his mouth. It was soothing the pain caused by the hot soup.

The two broke apart and Paul gave him a sly smile.

"Does it feel better?" Ash's fingers met the back of Paul's hand and the older boy smirked.

"Yes, it's better now."

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Hope it turned out well. Fluff isn't my thing :D