Writing slash is embarrassing, but it's all practice for much better things.
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"Oooh, my aching feet," James groaned as he sat down on one of the comfy coaches in the hotel's lounge. He threw aside his apron and wig, running a hand through his blue hair. As much as he liked to crossdress, doing so to make a living took all the joy out of it. "I could go for a soda," he sighed. As much as he would've liked to, he knew they couldn't afford it. Everytime the trio made money, Jesse always spent it. He was tired of doing demeaning labor so she could have a shopping spree for accessories. Sure, they all would help her accomplish her dream of becoming a top coordinator, but what about his dreams?
Suddenly he heard the door of the lounge creak open. Fearing it was his manager, he quickly grabbed his wig and hastily fixed it into place. He was about to try and throw his apron on when he saw that the tan man wasn't his manager coming to yell angrily at him, but Brock. "Hey there!" Brock smiled when he saw James--or rather Jane.
"Thank goodness it's only you. I thought my manager was coming in to have my head for taking a break," James relaxed, tossing his apron back on the couch.
"He's really hard on you, isn't he?" Brock asked, sitting down on the couch across from James'.
"He's the worst and I've worked for some pretty tough bosses." Giovanni, of course, sprang instantly to his mind. Brock nodded and picked up a breeding magazine from the pile on the coffee table between the couches. James watched him curiously as he flipped through the pages. Brock wasn't like the other twerps who were always quick to blast him off. He remembered the time when Brock had been his only comfort when Jesse completely ruined his designs in a contest. The tall, dark, and handsome twerp had even been able to appreciate his designs and notcied them under the copious amounts of ridiculous make-up Jesse had indulged herself in.
Over the past few days, he'd gotten to know Brock on quite a different level, mostly due to the fact that he had been disguised as a woman since the manager never hired men. The more he got to know him, the more James found himself widdling away the endless hours of cleaning rooms with thoughts of the man. James knew a long time ago that he wasn't quite normal with his sexuality, but he knew for a fact that the breeder went gaga over every girl he laid eyes on...except Jane. And even if something more were to happen, then he couldn't keep this secret from him.
He cared too much.
"Is something wrong?" Brock asked, looking over at James from his magazine. James looked up and noticed the concern in Brock's eyes. He must have been observing him this whole time.
"Uh yeah, never better," James smiled unconvencingly.
"Hey, what would your manager say to you showing a guest which room had the perfect view of the city below from its balcony?" Brock smiled, setting the magazine back on the table.
"He'd get mad. Come on, the best view is in room 647," James grinned, taking Brock's hand and pulling him along to the elevator. As soon as they got there, he immediantly dropped Brock's hand, blushing at what he had done. Why was he acting this way? Brock was a twerp and therefore the enemy.
"No need to worry," Brock smiled and took James' hand. He blushed profusely.
"Focus James," he coached himself mentaly. He tried to convence himself that he had been doing as Jesse had suggested and getting close to Brock so he could use him to get to Pikachu, but who was he kidding? James had fallen head over heels for the breeder. The two got on the elevator in silence as it climbed to the sixth floor. "This way," James motioned, leading Brock down the hall to room 647. He took out his master key and opened the door. Luckily, no one was currently staying in the room.
"Oh wow, this room is really big!" Brock looked around at the huge floor space and beautiful bed.
"This is where the really important guests stay due to the view. It costs more, but considering how nice this bed is compared to the others, it's certainly worth it." James lead Brock to the balcony and slid the sliding glass door out of the way. James had never personally been on the balcony to this room, but the view was as breathtaking as he had heard. You could see the whole city from this room and the various lights of the skyscrappers mingled with the stars above.
"This really is amazing," Brock smiled, leaning on the railing. James looked over at him and felt his stomach do flip-flops. "Thanks for showing me, Jane," Brock turned to look into James' eyes. Brock was leaning in for a kiss when James stopped him. He couldn't do this any longer, not to Brock. "What's wrong?" Brock asked, genuinely confused.
"This is. I can't keep lying to you. I'm not who you think I am." James pulled off his wig and removed his apron and dress to reveal his Team Rocket uniform underneath. "I'm James of Team Rocket."
"I know," Brock grinned, closing the distance between them. "I've seen you wear that wig before," He then kissed a very startled James.
