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“So. You ran the marathon?” asked the white-furred rabbit, still scribbling on her notes with a stoic face. Somehow, Adam could see the changes in her expression better, from the slight pull whenever she tried controlling her smile… How much had he missed?

“Yes. We didn’t end in first place. Still, I had a good moment with Noah.”

“That’s a good thing to open up to new experiences. What else?”

Adam grimaced a bit, thinking about what he could say.

His moments with Noah weren’t his to share, nor the slight stumbles and failures… decidedly, that beak wasn’t made to handle something precious.

“I’m learning to cook with him, too. I guess I’m also planning to move out.”

“Is that so? Could you elaborate?”

Deborah seemed as curious as ever but remained cautious about Noah. Of course, Adam was aware of the danger that codependency could represent and how a relationship based on healing was often bound to fail.

But he tried to do more than merely that. He… Wanted it.

“The old house is too big for me. The utilities are too high. There are too many bad memories in those walls, too,” Adam reclined on his chair. “I understand why my father fled, and let me keep it.”

“Your father? Are you still in contact with him?” she asked, pointing her pen at him.

“Yes. I… Started to message him more. At least once every other week. I might visit him one day, but not now. We’re still too raw, and he doesn’t know about Noah.”

“Are you hiding it from him?”

“No, not at all. I guess we never had the opportunity to talk about my boyfriend,” answered Adam, red in the face at the word. “Most of our discussions are simple, talking about everything and nothing. I think he has a girlfriend or a wife, but we never met.”

The conversations were often dull and long-winded for nothing. But there was something nice about not having to fear and worry. That and Noah, who kept an eye on him while cooking.

“One day, you should address that topic before physically meeting him. Could you send him photos of you with Noah? It has been years since you saw each other. You said you couldn’t imagine how he looks like.”

“That’s… A good idea,” noted Adam, nodding and breathing out.

“So, to return to your idea of moving out. Would you move out with Noah? Do you plan to live at his apartment?” continued Deborah, her eyebrows raised.

“We thought and talked about it, picking each option. His apartment is too small, and I know I need some place to rest. Sometimes, it’s just…”

“Too much?”

Adam nodded at the implication, his body relaxing.

“You have been living on your own for a long time. Maintaining a few boundaries is perfectly healthy in a couple and a necessity. So… You will move to a new apartment? You told me you were fired from your last job. Wouldn’t it be too costly?”

Adam shrugged at this, his fingers intertwined: “It will be a bit rough, but I have a few accounts, and I might have a new job soon. However, I’m not certain if I’ll fit in.”

“Keep going?”

“Hmmm… It’s the same place where Noah works… The Gym Rat Den, do you know it?”

“Oh.” Was a perfect way to describe the surprise on Deborah’s face. Similar to the apprehension the Bald Eagle felt. He was feeling better… But this would be a big stretch.

“Are you sure you want to try? With what you experienced? It might make you relapse,” said Deborah, setting aside her notes. “You have been on a good streak since you resumed your therapy, but you must exercise caution, Adam.”

The Bald Eagle nodded. He was fully aware of what a relapse could represent, what it could entail, and what it would produce.

“I understand. I-… I have talked about this, and the owner is fully aware of my situation should I leave. It’s not like I’m closing myself to the market, but I think...”

Adam exhaled again, his breath short. “I think I cannot let my fears drag me down, especially in my situation. This is natural to be afraid; it’s the way our bodies protect us. But I am ready. Fully ready to move on. I cannot let her keep dragging me down.”

“Well, since you’re set on the idea, I won’t prod further. What else would you like to talk about? Do you have an idea when you would move out?”

The remainder of the session went well, quite fluently, in fact. So much so it was no issue for Adam to secure an appointment on his first week’s Wednesday at the Gym Rat Den.

It was with a weight off his shoulder and the phone in hand that he exited the building, his golden eyes watching the livening streets… And Noah.

“G’day,” said the Snake, his tongue flailing while he approached and grabbed Adam by the arm. It… Was better. A familiar weight he accepted as he closed his digits on his… Boyfriend’s digits.

“G’day,” he said back, his voice raspy.

Together, hands and arms joined, Adam didn’t feel he had to run this time. Or rather, his wanting to stay by Noah was stronger as he felt the Cobra hold onto him.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” asked Noah, his voice breaking the quietness of their steps on the curb and the distant roars of vehicles.

“No. I was about to ask if I could stay with you after running.”

“Good,” almost purred the Snake, his smile discreet. “Reckon I have a free pass, no?”

Adam could have laughed… Ever since he started handing those free passes to Noah, like tokens of affection, the Snake had been using them without restraints… Right on the instant or later, or whenever they felt it. On the other hand, Adam… was keen to gift them back in ample amounts, enough that they were losing counts and their supply no longer mattered.

Only mattered the moment, the instant together they shared.

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The moments of utter passion and satisfaction the Bald Eagle had grown to enjoy beneath the Snake’s caresses. Sitting on the couch with his hands joined behind his head, his beak contorted in a grin.

His feathers were damp with sweat, probably stinking from the effort. But his boyfriend’s face was all over his body, taking a whiff or licking those. A relaxing tongue bath he enjoyed with his spread legs.

The Cobra’s muzzle was beneath his pits, huffing and giving them a thorough cleaning while those soft-scaley digits were over his thighs and digging within those massive muscles. More than that, the Snake’s throbbing dicks were out and at the ready, wide and dripping.

“Take another huff,” enjoined Adam by passing a hand behind the Snake’s hood, forcing him to delve within those tufty pits and have all that sweat smeared over his face.

There was no resistance from Noah. Remained a delighted sigh, and more precum spurted from those twinned dicks.

For almost a minute, Adam kept his boyfriend’s face hard-pressed against his pit before taking him out and watching that relaxed face, the half-open muzzle. He wanted to kiss it so badly, not to have his beak in the way. And to find a way to please his boyfriend in a different way… One. He was certain to have found it as he passed a digit over those cheeks, keeping Noah away while he shifted his position.

“Adam?”

“Shh,” he said back, leaning and lying on the couch. With his legs sprawled, he then bent them and pushed with one foot to expose his genitalia once more. His pinkish dick was hard as a mast, his testicles tight in his scrotum. But behind, well… There was that sweaty perineum and ass-crack.

With one hand holding his testicles up and another beckoning the Snake, this was an invitation to have an intimate moment with that body part.

“Are you serious?” asked Noah, half-laughing, half-surprised… Precisely by the lustful grin displayed by the Bald Eagle.

“Don’t ruin the surprise,” playfully mocked Adam, his voice more vibrant and eager… Solely to have his moment cut by a cry when he was grabbed by the ankle and forced to turn.

“If I get to eat that cake, let me have the biggest part!”

Adam was about to recriminate, especially as his dick wasn’t so comfortable being under his belly or that he would ruin the Sofa’s cover once more. But he stopped when the cold-scaley hands slapped both ass-cheeks, gripped, and spread them apart.

Without waiting any further words, Noah’s mouth had delved between the crack, and the soft caress of his lips was on the crevice, caked with sweat but otherwise clean. So much so the Cobra had no issue giving that asshole a kiss or nudge. All the while, discovering how… Relaxed that orifice was.

“Hmm… Don’t tell me. You started to finger yourself?” asked Noah, his head pushing away from the crack while his thumb slid in between and tugged that orifice from the outside… Then, the rim directly, finding an easy purchase and no rigidity from the Bald Eagle’s hole.

“I trained,” said Adam, his tufty ass quivering beneath the touch and the digit… That sensation was quite different than what he was used to.

“I ordered a few dildos and… Worked up in intensity,” said the Bald Eagle, looking above his shoulders.

“Without telling me?” asked Noah, bewildered and yet smiling.

“That was a surprise for you. Do… You like it?” asked Adam, to confirm what he felt.

But the caresses on his butt, the thumb’s phalanges going in and out, were telling him Noah wasn’t against the idea at all.

“I do. That’s cute. How far have you stretched it?”

“See for yourself,” answered the Bald Eagle with a smirk as he crossed his hands beneath his chin.

“Gimme a sec.”

The said second later, Noah wasn’t holding onto that ass but rather sitting on Adam’s thighs, his twin dicks nestled between them, while the young Cobra squeezed out a bottle of lube. Lube he slathered on his hands before emptying the remaining cold gel on Adam’s hole.

“Brhh,” he shuddered, his hole almost clenching at the sensation. “I hate how cold it is.”

“Same.”

Their common hatred for the cold didn’t stop them, however, from experiencing. With Noah comfortably sitting on those thighs, Adam had all the pleasure of feeling his boyfriend’s hands over his meaty and muscular asscheeks. Then, he felt those digits force themselves into the crack, prying it apart until they dug his hole.

Contrary to what might be expected, the rim opened up quite quickly. One, two, three, four fingers slipped in with only a slight hiss from the Bald Eagle. And that hiss mostly came from the gel seeping within.

“Keep going,” Adam said, his voice calm as he controlled his breath.

“That’s… Bloody wide,” commented Noah, amazed.

Nonetheless, the Snake inserted a fifth finger within and extended them. He forced it against the rim, pried it to open and gape further than before. The muscle relinquished, and another sigh came from Adam that turned into a hiss when the tension was too intense.

“That’s… That’s my limit,” he mumbled… But that limit was quite huge. He was aware of that, and so would be the Snake… Noah wasn’t the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve.

“Woah… I’m sure I could squeeze both di…Cks inside?”

The blue eyes departed from that ass to regard Adam, see those lifted brows and that smirk.

“Where is my shy boyfriend who wouldn’t even let me give him a gobby?” asked Noah, looking around with a feigned surprise.

“Haha. Get in there, smartypants.”

“Aye!”

The Cobra shifted, his legs lifted a bit… And soon, the twinned dicks were pointing at Adam’s orifice. Both of them were not long, but oh so girthy… Yet, he felt he could take them both.

So… With both hands gripping the cheeks, Noah forced them apart until the agape orifice, glimmering from the lubricant, was exposed. It had become larger due to the training, but it wasn’t ruined or anything. It was… Stretchy.

It would become more as one of the cocktips nudged it. It nearly slipped inside, too. But Noah stopped at the last second, and a shuffling came before the two cocktips were inside, nudging at the hole, stuck together by a firm grasp.

“Ready?” asked Noah, serious. “Say stop, and I pull out.”

“I know,” sighed Adam, taking a long breath. “I trained, but I never took behind. You, I mean”

The fear nagged at the Bald Eagle and threatened to overtake him. Perhaps this was a bad idea indeed? He took big dildos, but that was a- no, two cocks. He-.

Adam took another deep breath, reinforcing his grip over his asscheeks to help his boyfriend.

“Get in, I’m good.”

The first inches were quite intense, almost the most intense to Adam.

He had taken dildos, but the sensations of a real dick… Real dicks were way different. The broad tips, along with the soft spines, rubbed his hole like none of those cheap toys could do. They gripped his rim gently, then bent and let it go, but not without increasing the rubbing inside. Similarly, was the cockhead or the length, compressed and yet throbbing back with all that pulse.

Despite Noah’s carefulness in thrusting and delving deeper, Adam felt he was hyperventilating from the sensations, and his toes curled. He wasn’t in control at that moment; he didn’t have any control and could only hope Noah would take it gently.

“I can pull-“

“Keep going, I’ll tell you when to stop!” answered Adam, frantic.

He took another deep breath, swallowed his saliva… And he lowered his head against the sofa.

Their legs were pressed together, their hips slowly joining while the inches were forced onward. His hole was raw and slightly hot, and his guts were feeling weird. But, he took it. He took it… He took his boyfriend entirely. He took that instant, those dicks, in their entirety.

There, he felt the Sneak’s breath against his neck, that torso against his spine, those loins against his ass, those nuts against his. Noah was fully inside.

“It’s the… First time someone took both,” moaned Noah, also at a loss of words and breath.

“It’s my first time, too,” chuckled Adam, unable to tell if he was proud or not of that feat. His body helped, but did he truly train himself to take Noah?

Yes, he did… And he would do it more, just for that moment when Noah grabbed his head, forced him to turn it… And kissed him on the beak.

Beyond the pleasing aspect of feeling stuffed and stimulated from the inside, there was this intimacy without equal.

Then… Noah pulled.

Slowly, his boyfriend peeled their bodies apart, his penile spines nudging on the way back. The progress was slow, but Adam dared not tell his boyfriend to stop all precautions. His beak clasped, clacked, and his hiss raised higher. Higher… Until those cocktips were about to pull out from the hole.

And Noah slammed back into his hole.

“Hhh,” gasped Adam, his golden eyes closing as the light seemed brighter instantly. His toes curled, his hole clenched, his dick throbbed. His fingers even dug into the soft sofa. But that was good.

So good when his boyfriend pulled again, only to jab his guts again. Again… Again.

“Again,” he mouthed, his voice a mere whisper while Noah grunted and growled above.

The thighs joined again in the descent, clapping from the sudden force applied on those cheeks, on those nuts. They both huffed from the exerted sensations and pleasure. Their bodies quivered in unison as they were discovering that intimacy.

This was raw, pleasing, tempting…

Their bodies tangled, thrust together by Noah’s hips and abdominal muscles, putting into use all that stamina he had built up. And… he thrust.

The Bald Eagle felt the spearing sensation, twinned and enhanced, against his prostate. It did shake him to his core. His beak remained half-open while a low whistle escaped from it.

But already Noah had his thighs lifted before thrusting back inside.

Faster, deeper, better.

“Hhh… Keep going,” mumbled Adam with half-closed eyes, his voice quivering at each word.

His pleasure rose in his groin similarly to that pent-up tension, one that sparked with a familiarity coupled with untouched height.

“I- I’m almost there… I- I’ll pull-“

“No!” nearly cried Adam, his head rubbing against the soft surface. “In-side.”

The pace slowed down as the words were exchanged. But then, it picked up where it left off and went beyond.

Remained only their breaths, their joined bodies, their united groans whenever those thighs joined and the orifice clenched from the sudden thrust.

They were approaching it, nearly reaching that climax. And… It arrived. With a sigh, a whisper, a delighted groan for one… And a cry.

Warm, hot, sticky cum poured from both. One on the furniture, soaking it and permeating it with its scent. The second inside, filling and stuffing those guts until they had been repainted in white.

The semen spurted and flooded until the weakened contractions in their loins stopped, and one remained atop another.

“Hhh… That was… Awesome,” mumbled Noah right in Adam’s ear, cutting through the silence.

“Yeah. Better… Way better,” the Bald Eagle answered, turning his head and feeling a kiss go onto his neck and slowly crawl up to his beak.

“I don’t want to move… I’m in heaven.”

“I can’t… My legs refuse to move,” added Adam, feeling weak. But not despondent weak, not broken weak. Just exhausted… Deliciously exhausted.

For a split second, he thought about sleeping it that way. Feeling his boyfriend’s warmth in his backside, sensing the heartbeat. His hole stuffed, the semen sticking to his feathers below and on him? He could handle it.

Then… A gurgling noise.

“Adam?”

“Hmm?” answered the Bird, grumbling.

“Can we order something with your phone? I reckon I lost mine.”

Adam looked around, his beak grazing the sofa while he turned and looked around. Noah’s clothes were not on the couch or near it. His own phone? It was nearby, just a hand away, but reaching for it meant moving. Moving, with the Snake’s double dicks inside him and the weight, was an impossible effort.

“Near my left thigh… My passcode is 3-1-4-4,” moaned Adam.

Above, the Snake shifted around and shook. But finally, the cold-scaley hand rummaged around the Bald Eagle’s thigh, grabbed the phone… And brought it before the two. Then, by extending his neck, Noah’s chin was atop Adam’s forehead.

“Comfy?”

“Stoked…” answered Noah, placing the phone with his arms extended before them, typing the code and unlocking it.

“Where did you take that picture?” asked Noah, watching a shot of them running side by side in the marathon with their numbers on their chest. They were almost rubbing shoulders to shoulders at that moment. That was a cute one, though Noah wasn’t at his best there with his open mouth and exhausted expression.

“It wasn’t me. When I checked the Marathon, they shared pictures of participants. There are more, but I liked that one. You looked cute.”

Adam rummaged too, moving, before slipping his arms from beneath Noah’s to have them near the phone so he could point at an application.

“Grubhub, I have my details on it,” he said, almost touching the screen, but no, the phone eluded him.

“Wait… Let me do something.”

Noah’s fingers danced, searching for an application before the screen lit up with their faces. Above, the Snake smiled to the camera while Adam… Well, his beak had less expression, especially with his chin pressed into the sofa.

“Ready, eyes up, and smile!”

The phone flashed, and there was the picture of the two stacked, with Noah smiling with his little tongue out and eyes half-closed.

“It’s perfect!”

“Could you make it my backdrop?”

“Yeah. But what about the other?” asked Noah, his fingers more dexterous in handling the phone and changing the background picture from them running to lying.

“It’s more cute.”

Finally, the picture was changed. And the scaley deft fingers were back on the screen, turning up to Grubhub and the restaurants around.

“Whaddayawant? Sushi? Or something light?”

“Burgers,” mumbled back Adam, his eyes half-closed. “Cheat day for us.”

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“Yeah. Thanks, we’ll see you next month if all goes well. And thanks for the invitation! No! No! That’s no problem! That’s no problem if you’re coming, too.”

“Nah. I’ll take a new Speedo, plus some new stuff!”

“Yes! Of course, Noah will join! What? He wants to meet you!”

“No problem, like I said. But we’re already there. See you around.”

A cut call, put aside phone, and a sigh emanated from Adam as he stood upright, with his boyfriend’s hand on his back to rub it.

“Tense conversation?” asked Noah, rubbing those tense muscles in a circle.

“A bit. He has a hard time adjusting to us. I think he is afraid but cannot tell it out loud, so he’s deflecting or finding excuses,” explained Adam.

The conversations with his father were… Definitely improving. But it seemed the old Eagle had difficulty accepting that Adam and Noah were a set. It was still better than the first conversation cut due to the revelation or the second with his father avoiding the topic by going through mental gymnastics.

“He might never accept this,” grumbled the Bald Eagle, easily falling back into his boyfriend’s embrace around his arm. It was warm and soothing. Even when Noah wasn’t there, he could feel it around those broken and metal-ridden bones.

“No worries. He’s no dipstick. Maybe he needs to see us to accept the ship. Don’t beat yourself over it.”

“You’re right. Should we enter?” asked Adam.

“One minute… Long breathes.”

Like that, Adam breathed and noted how he had been holding on. His breath was shallow, but soon it became more profound, and with it, the sensation of peace. Of intense peace, followed with a caress in the back of his neck.

“I don’t know how I did all this without you,” chuckled Adam, the breath released.

“Ya did your best. And you’ll do it on your own. If ya need me, I hang nearby.”

The Bald Eagle exhaled again, feeling the tight green bracer around his right hand. This would be his first day after passing a few tests and a thorough check. The Owner was friends with Noah, but the old Raccoon didn’t hold any punches or do any favors.

Honestly, it seemed the opposite, as that guy managed to scowl more than Adam did before. Their intense discussion led to different topics like Adam’s employment, history, and potential thoughts on the clientele.

In the end, Adam got the job.

The gym was growing and desperately needed more guys to cover shifts and support the customers. So, Adam was in.

He entered by the front door as he would be working with the customers; it seemed normal to have him enter by the front. Right away, he saw the albino bat salute him from behind the counter and Noah with it.

“Hey Noah, hey Adam. Ready for the big day?” asked Charles, always cheerful.

“Yeah,” answered the Bald Eagle, feeling slightly tense.

“I’m not on my shift, but I’ll stay around for my routine.”

A cold hand on his back and Adam marched on. He gulped, turning by the entrance and finally facing the gym. The AC was going amok; the scent diffusers were there… But the scent of sweat permeated the whole room. And the natural musk, as well as odor of sex.

It was the middle of the morning, hence many customers had left or wouldn’t come until later. For the moment, only a handful were there at the gym, lifting, stretching… or chatting.

Though none seemed bothered by the minimal usage of clothes around. Some were not even wearing them, letting their bits hang loose while they did their exercises, showing off their asses and junks flopping around.

“Stressed?” asked Noah behind, checking on Adam and his quickened breath. It…

“A bit. I have to acclimate. I’m… Going to change.”

“Okay. I’ll have a chat; join me when you’re done.”

That was the Gym Rat Den. A place where men could do sport without wearing clothes and low-key a prime cruising spot for those who wanted a quick fuck. That was the purpose of those bracers like the ones Adam and Noah wore.

The blue ones were for the bottoms looking for a quick fuck, the red for the tops, the purple for switchs. There were more colors, but the green one… It said it loud and clear: “In couple”.

If someone bothered him while he wore it, he had all the rights to kick that guy out, as those bracers were rules to enforce.

Although, it wouldn’t be his duty for now. Today, he only shadowed and followed another coach who would guide him around. Without a fuss, the Bald Eagle walked to the lockers. His shirt off, his bag in, and the lock on, Adam kept the bare minimum as he explored.

Quickly, he felt eyes drawn onto him and his shape. He didn’t have a bulky build like Noah, but his feathers had grown, and he now looked much more impressive, his muscles coiling under his skin with each movement.

His boyfriend was by a guy doing squats, a Komodo dragon whose moves were impeccable. They were chatting idly, despite one training under the massive weight put on the barbell he had behind his shoulders.

Sure, his muscles were well-defined… But more than that, the guy wasn’t afraid to show off as each squat made his enormous nuts lay on the ground, not an ounce of textile on those black scales.

“Huff. Of course, I’ma be gentle… I am the gentlemost guy from Horndogs land. Huff! What a stupid question!”

“Who’s gonna be gentle?” butted in Adam, approaching and watching his boyfriend smile at him with those cute lips and that flicking tongue. He'd be kissing him right away if it wasn’t still awkward for him to do in public.

“Me, little fle- Oh, you ain’t told me he alright!” chuckled the Komodo dragon, glancing at the mirror in Adam’s direction, his green eyes evidently surprised. But it didn’t stop him from doing another squat before lifting the bar and setting it aside.

“I told you he trained me and has been doing it on his own,” retorted Noah, leaning on one of the station’s bars.

“Yeah… But he be lacking beef up there. You a runner?” asked the Komodo dragon as he turned, his dog tag clinging to his chest, with an offered hand… Red band with blue streaks.

“Yes. I didn’t train my arms much to avoid injuries,” answered Noah, red in the face and trying not to look down further while shaking the hand.

“Old injuries?”

“Stress injuries, broken radius,” said Adam, keeping up to that lie through omission. It wouldn’t do good to explain it in length.

“Nasty! But no problem! Heh. He won’t check up on me, will he?” continued the Komodo Dragon, turning to Noah, who smacked his shoulder in return. “Just asking!”

“Get stuffed! ... Adam. This is Vincent, the coach that’ll be working with you. Vincent, my fella you’ll respect and be gentle with if you value your nuggets.”

“Thanks, sir,” answered Adam, coughing from the surprise. He would be working with such a pervert? But Noah seemed to thrust that guy… Hence. “I hope we’ll work well together.”

“Oh, sir? He must be joking?”

“I am here,” said Adam, trying not to be too stiff. But he was, while Noah darted his eyes at the Komodo Dragon.

“He’s trying to be serious, try it, too, Vince,” said the Cobra, with his hood unfurling slightly.

“Ok. Ok. Got the memo. So… Uh,” said the nudist Coach, turning. “Adam, right? ‘Pleasure to have you on board.”

Adam blinked at the change of dynamic between the two, but he accepted the words with a nod and tried to relax his expression.

“Thanks. I’ll try not to be a burden. Should we… begin?”

“Oh, sure. Let me put somethin', and I’ll show you the place.”

“Adam. Don’t let that bloke poke fun at you,” added Noah, a smile on his face.

Oh… Adam loved him. Just a lean forward, a grip on that shoulder, and…

“Thanks. I’ll try to,” said Adam, his expression relaxing and his beak contorting slightly from the pull, a smile formed on that face.

“I mean it, Vince can be an arse.”

With that note, the Cobra pointed at the lockers and where the Komodo Dragon had disappeared, before pulling out his phone.

“If something bothers you, or you’re not feeling toasty, hit. And I’ll be back.”

A nod, that was all it took, and Noah took it easily.

With a strut, the Cobra disappeared, too, behind the rows of machines and clients that were there to find a quick fuck.

“Damn. How d’ya land the guy?” asked the Komodo Dragon with red shorts on his body. Honestly, those and the sneakers made that guy way more presentable, and agreeable to Adam.

“I got lucky,” answered the Bird, shrugging.

“Lucky? Heh. Never get on his bad side, he’s nasty.”

Adam chuckled, imagining it well. Not that he had experienced it; their relationship had been honey and rainbows for the moment. But he knew Noah had that fire and energy…

“Bad experience?” asked Adam, crossing his arms with a grin.

“If I spill the beans, he be beating my ass in a jiffy. I ain’t no tattle,” added Vincent, mimicking locking his mouth before beckoning Adam to join him.

“You’re doing squats before your shift?”

“’Gimme a neat ass and some eyes. People be drooling at my balls,” chuckled the Komodo Dragon while he eyed Adam up and down, stopping in the middle.

“They are?”

“Oh yeah, many! They know what Vince got for ‘em! But you… Uh… Good shape, big muscles. You be a runner, I saw you last run with him,” said Vincent, pointing toward where Noah went. “You really trained him? I say, really?”

Adam shrugged, his hands exposed. “I helped him, long story. Why is that? There’s a problem?”

“Oh no… Not like that. It’s me be curious why a runner like ya wants to coach here, doesn’t seem to be your kinda place, right?”

Adam thought about it, looking around. He couldn’t stop cringing at the sights or tensing, but at the same time… He wasn’t feeling so anxious, not anymore.

“I’m a bit tired to run. I wanna see what else I can do around,” he answered, the smile coming naturally.

“Heh. You be fine then! Let’s show ya da place!”

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“If you ask me to close my eyes, I’ll drive us both into a ditch!”

“Hell! It’s a surprise. Don’t ask questions!”

Adam sighed as he kept his eyes on the dirt path they were following, sometimes glancing to his right to notice the Cobra at his side, checking the phone for directions.

“If you tell me there’s an airport hiding here,” grumbled Adam as he tried to make sense of the surroundings with the headlights on.

They were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, with as much signal as if they had bunkered down in an aluminum tepee. And, yes, since it was Adam who had a driver’s license and a car in his name, it was up to him to drive around. All the while, he cringed whenever the vehicle hit a rock and almost did its best representation of a triple somersault in the nearby ravine.

Not the best place not to be fidgety, especially as they were supposed to go to the airport tomorrow and have a flight to meet Adam’s father.

“Turn right! No, bloody hell, left!” shouted Noah, making Adam swerve from right side to another and break until they faced a bridge, steel and concrete, overhanging the ravine.

Adam’s nerves had been struck, and as the vehicle was at rest, he held his pounding chest.

“Noah… Next time, you drive!” he nearly shouted, despaired as his Boyfriend was one of the worst copilots he had been graced with.

“What? We’re almost there, no worries!”

“Tell that next time I’m seeing a cardiologist! My heart!” he blurted back as he leaned on the wheel to watch the route from closer. He carefully drove across the bridge, watching for any issues as they were on the other side, right into the wilderness surrounding Oakridge.

And… He was grateful to feel the cold scaley hand rubbing his sweaty back as the summer heat had been killing him during the afternoon.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I should have warned you earlier. That’s good? Plus. Reckon you don’t want me driving,” added Noah, his fingers digging into the coiled muscles to relax them.

Adam’s brows dropped, confirming it. True. So he dug his fingers deeper into the wheel as they continued across the wild as the road seemed to open and become less stressful. Although, it was way too dark due to the clouds above.

“Hrmphh… I’m sorry to yell at you,” he finally said as he saw his smiling boyfriend.

“None taken. It’s all behind us. Until we drive back.”

Adam nearly smashed his head against the wheel before he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Noah pointing to their right.

“It’s here.”

Here. It was a mere promontory among many around Oakridge. A mere camping spot where there were traces of an old fire with some signals at last. Once they got out and turned off the light, Adam could see the numerous lights from Oakridge in the distance. A not-so-neat circle with an increasing intensity in the center and the east.

Adam whistled, watching the view as he outstretched an arm to catch Noah in an embrace, feeling the Cobra leaning his head against his shoulders.

“It’s nice,” commented Adam, his eyes watching the direction… Where had been his family house in the suburbs; where had been Noah’s place, the Gym Rat Den, and their new place.

“Defo nice. We could return here when we’re feeling it. Not in winter.”

“Mhhhmm mhmmm,” mused along the Bald Eagle, keeping the Snake closer as the temperature dropped fast at night. “Who told you about the spot?”

“Vince.”

“Wait… Should I worry we’ll find condoms when we set up the tent?”

“Ehhhh. Maybe?” asked the Cobra, shrugging as he stepped toward the car, breaking the embrace so he could search amidst the bags they had prepared for their leave at the airport.

Behind the bags of clothes, toothbrushes, and other miscellaneous was a bag containing their tent, some charcoal, a firestarter kit, and a double sleeping bag.

“So? How I got caught, this time?” asked Noah as he huffed and lifted the charcoal, passing it over his broad shoulder. His form was definitely good, and his muscles. Well, he wasn’t the one Adam had met months ago. The differences in bulk between the two were minimal.

Although Adam, too, kept changing. Without cutting his feathers, his arms started getting a darker tint that opposed the white on his chest and head. Something Noah was eager to tease him or praise him about, depending on the mood after their shifts at the Gym.

“I heard you carry the bags to the car; I only had to check through the window,” chuckled Adam as he grabbed the tent and firestarter, following along to get close to the old circle of stone. But not too close as he pulled the tent’s parts out.

“You could have told me,” mumbled Noah as he placed the stone in a proper circle before filling it with coal.

“I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. I heard you have a few more, too.”

A few surprises that had to wait as the two worked on their tasks… Although setting up the fire was definitely faster than trying to decipher the instructions of a tent in the middle of the night. Each had some experience camping outside, but it remained difficult as they turned the paper in one side and then another until they managed to put it together… Somewhat alright. It wouldn’t endure a storm or more than a night, but it sufficed.

“Great! Clothes off!” shouted Noah, eagerly jumping off his t-shirt and shorts, his sneakers following along as he kicked them into the tent… Risking to hit the sleeping bags. Yet, Adam imitated him, grinning.

“What? Vince, get out of this body. It’s my Noah!”

“No! I ain’t gonna leave dat fresh meat!” retorted the Cobra, imitating the exhibitionist Komodo Dragon before breaking into laughter. A laugh continued as Adam grabbed him by the arms, pulled him close, and held him tight.

A laugh that continued, continued… Until it started to die down as the Eagle’s arms were not yet releasing Noah, keeping him close. So close. So warm.

“Thanks,” exhaled Adam, his raspy voice right by the Cobra’s ears as the embrace was relaxed… And yet maintained by Noah’s arms wrapping around.

“No worries. You were full-on the last days. Hell, I know why,” answered the Cobra, closing his eyes and… Taking a step left. Followed by Adam taking the same step as they were pressed together, Noah’s head right into that chest tuft.

Another step as they continued, a tad faster, while a deep humming came from the Bald Eagle.

“I’ve been so stressed. Would it be different from back home? Or a repetition?”

The humming continued, and so was their sort of dance, circling.

“You have not seen him for years. You suffered differently. You have so much to tell him and to explain. And so much to get from him. He told you about his new wife?”

“Hmm, hmm,” answered Adam, nodding and humming.

“I’ll be with you. If you don’t feel it… You know how it is.”

“One message, and it’s good,” answered Adam back, his voice raspier than before and the humming more intense. As well as their steps. They were not running away, not from one another. Their embrace was there, their bodies close and warm together.

“What Deborah told you?”

“To bring you with me and not to bottle up my feelings.”

Noah chuckled in return, burying himself in those tufts. He had joined one session with Adam. Then went on his own to talk with Deborah without the Bald Eagle. A sort of assertion to see if the Cobra wouldn’t be abusing or impacting the recovery. Ultimately, nothing bad happened, and everything continued like before.

Adam could let go of those worries if only a few. His life was improving, and it wasn’t him being disabused.

The old home was gone, quickly sold on Oakridge’s booming market, and the money was split between Adam and his father. It wasn’t enough to buy a new apartment, but enough to have a nest egg in case of an issue.

A security Adam appreciated in this new place. New home, new job, new boyfriend, new life. His emotions caught up to him, making his throat swell and his eyes veil.

The moment the pain of speaking and humming became unbearable, Noah continued, right by his heart.

Their dance continued… Just a little more.

It was once the high of emotions receded that Adam finally let go, and they stopped, their feet a bit sore from walking on the plain stone. Soon to be followed by their asses as they sat by the fireplace on rocks, watching the cooking skewers Noah had prepared for the trip.

Though, at that time, no blanket or dozing off was allowed.

“It’s right about you becoming a manager?” asked Adam, suddenly prompting the Cobra to look at him and nearly burn his fingers.

“Fuck me!” shouted Noah, letting go of the skewers on the stone to shake his hand. “Yes… Where did you hear that?”

“Charles and Federico were talking about it,” mused Adam, rubbing his boyfriend's shoulder… And blowing on those burned fingers when they went closer to his beak.

“They’re right. Another gym will open in the next county, Federico will probably go there, and I’ll jump in as manager,” said Noah, grabbing the skewer carefully.

“Great! Did you tell your parents?”

Noah bit into the meat, taking a bite before offering the skewer to Adam, who took his own, too. It tasted sweet, but not excessively sweet, with a hint of spice. Delicious.

“Not really. You know how it’s difficult to get them,” admitted Noah.

He wasn’t wrong, though. Getting in touch with his family wasn’t so easy as they all worked different schedules, making each call difficult. And it would be far worse once Noah would become a manager.

Most of the time, Noah only managed to get in touch at sporadic moments… More often than not, it meant Adam wasn’t in the picture and couldn’t talk with them. But he enjoyed the Chaloners. They were adorable, always smiling and talking about their future projects for their restaurant. The Bald Eagle knew why Noah was so good at cooking.

But above that, they were jovial and sympathetic. Even Noah’s father, Wallace, a dark brown Cobra, had called Adam son. That felt intrusive at the moment. But later… It made the Eagle’s heart swell with appreciation.

“What about now? A quick phone call?”

“What? You mean it?” said Noah, turning and nearly hitting the beak with his flicking tongue.

“Why not? It should be the afternoon to them; maybe they’ll have some time left. It won’t be the rush hour,” shrugged Adam. “Though, we might be putting something on.”

Well, that was too late, as Noah already fiddled with his phone, punching through with a mere push. And the phone echoed. First tone, second tone, th-

“Noah! Hi! Is that you? How are you?” blared the phone, forcing Noah to keep it afar before he adjusted the sound.

“Hi! Yeah, Mum! It’s defo me! Are you busy?”

“What? No! Not at all! Badger! Take over for me, would you?” answered Noah’s mother, Grace, barking at someone and audibly stepping away from a noisy environment. “What? Is there something important? Is everything good in your new place? Where is Adam?”

“Hi, Mam!” cut Adam before Noah could speak, leaning over to talk on the phone. “I’m with your son; he has something important to tell you!”

“Bastard!” hissed Noah, though his eyes were packed with amusement.

“Adam! My boy! That’s good to hear you; your voice sounds so different! Less stuffed! Is Noah feeding you well?”

“Yes, mam! He’s a good cook! We’re not calling you during the rush hour?”

“No, no! I told the boys to clean up the mess. But let me show your faces! I want to see you!”

Noah and Adam looked at one another, naked as they were… Though, with the poor lighting, it wouldn’t be so bad as long as they pointed the phone toward their faces.

“Sure!”

The sure wasn’t so certain, but, a push later, Noah and Adam’s faces popped in the screen. Followed by a little cry of joy.

“Oh! It’s late! Are you outside?” asked Grace.

“Yeah, Mum. It’s getting toasty here, and we went camping. What about the ol’ man, he’s sticking around?”

“Oh no, he’s gone to see Joan for two hours! But look at you, you beaut, both of you!” gushed Noah’s mother, always so kind.

“Hold up, Adam… Take this,” said Noah, offering his phone before bending to get the skewers out. And his cries peppered the call. That and expletives.

“Adam, what’s happening?” continued his mother.

“No worries, Mam. Noah prepared skewers, but we don’t have tongs. But he’s getting them out… most of them.”

“All of them!”

“You heard him, all of them!” snarked the Bald Eagle as he held the phone tighter and had a quick glance at his boyfriend’s struggle before he returned to the camera.

“Don’t burn yourself, little tail!” continued Grace, her voice raspy and sometimes muffled as if she was talking to someone. “But you told me there was something big for my son? Noah, dear. What’s the great news?”

Just as she asked, Noah finally popped back to his seat as he had managed to set the skewers aside. Some were on the stone, but that was better than blisters. But he didn’t take back the phone.

“Mum, I told you where I worked with Adam? I got a talk with the owner, and I’ll be a manager! Starting in two weeks?”

“Two weeks?”

“Two weeks, Noah?”

Adam and Grace were in tandem, and the golden eyes were on the Cobra who seemed to shrink. Two weeks… That was fast, probably because it had been in the talks for a long time.

“Yeah. I’ll handle management and training the new staff. It’ll be good for me,” mused Noah, coy and looking at the Eagle, who shook his head… But grabbed him back into a hug, discrete so Grace wouldn’t see.

“That’s great! You’ll learn a lot, propose your ideas, and change things! I’m so proud of you.”

“Not so quick. I’ll jump in first and see what to change. Don’t want to be a dipshit changing what’s good and working, ya know?”

“Yeah nah yeah, I got it, Noah. And you, Adam, what’s for you, my boy? You’ll be a manager, too?”

“Not for me, Mam. I’m happy like this. ‘fine with what I got. Career stuff, that’s not for me anymore,” handwaved Adam.

“If you like it, good on you,” said Grace. But then, her voice was muffled as if she was talking to someone else. Only to return. “I’m sorry to cut short, boys, but I am needed. Someone’s making a mess!”

“Go get them, Mam!”

“I’ll call you next week, mum!”

“You’re adorable. But next time you call me, put some pants on! Ta! See you soon!”

With that, the phone cut, and only the phone’s backdrop appeared. Leaving them both with a surprised expression.

“Do you think she saw?”

“No. I didn’t point the camera down. And you didn’t appear when you moved,” said Adam.

“She’s always like this,” confirmed Noah, extending his hand to get back his phone and set it aside. “That and wanting more. I was about to tell her off before she got cut.”

“That’s fine, Noah. She didn’t mean it badly," Adam answered, rubbing his boyfriend’s back to calm him down. For someone so tranquil, he could have a short fuse sometimes.

“Hey… Let’s eat what you cooked, then let’s get some sleep. I’ll put on my alarm for tomorrow.”

Noah grunted at the words, bit his lips, but gave in as he extended a finger to grab the skewer they’d been eating. And he took a bite.

“… Could we watch some videos together in the tent?” he then asked, still munching on the veggies and meat.

“Cute pets compilation?” confirmed Adam, grinning as he saw that nod. That was a good plan they would follow: eating, taking a piss, cleaning up, and going to sleep while watching silly videos.

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“FUCK! SHIT! FUCK!”

“FASTER!”

“I’M DRIVING AS FAST AS I CAN! AND HOLD THAT BAG!”

Hunched over his driving wheel, Adam was speeding on the road. The little engine that could spewed and purred as they went in the realm of the triple digits in the airport’s direction.

Despite Adam’s triple alarms, they had managed to oversleep. They could put it on account of their work exhaustion, or the bad spot they’d taken to put the tent on, or the tightness of the sleeping bag. But Adam put that failure on their lazy mornings spent cuddling and ignoring the whole world. That was a nice and tempting habit… Not when they didn’t have long until the plane departed.

So here they were, hunched, with only the bare minimum clothes on: dirty shirts and shorts. All the while, the half-broken tent had been crammed into the backseats, and its presence was pressing against the front seats while Noah checked for their tickets on the phone.

“They’re not late, fuck! We’ll have to-!”

Noah shouted as the car suddenly swerved to the left. He cried, pressed against the door, and watched one of the bags nearly slip on the tent’s bulging volume. And, just like that, they were onto the direct path to the airport, with Adam braking as hard as he could.

“N-Never again!” mumbled the Cobra, his hood extended as he had his back against the door and saw his boyfriend’s claws digging into the wheel.

“No more camping before any big events,” nodded the Bald Eagle as his driving slowed down and put them at a spot that was… Far from the Airport. Relatively enough to make the run there a sprint if they wanted to be there on time.

That was a run against the clock.

“I handle our bags. You handle the trash,” ordered Adam as he cut the contact and escaped the vehicle, ready to fight against the chaos of the car’s trunk. With so little time, they had to cram everything in and try to be excessive. Hence, once he got the trash bag out, he handed it to Noah, who went for his best run; all the while, he grabbed their travel bags stuffed with gifts, clothes, and other items.

He huffed, feeling the bite and chaffing from the straps on his shoulders as he slipped the bags on and a little backpack with three books, a few comics, and their phone chargers. Just enough to get by during the flight.

And he ran. He ran like crazy, the swinging bags hitting his sides as he passed the people who were taking it slow. They didn’t have to board in less than twenty minutes like Adam and Noah. And none were positive when watching the stampeding Bald Eagle huff and run like crazy, closer to a rhinoceros than a simple bird.

“Move!” he shouted, his breath not so controlled. His arms were flapping a bit, his steps bouncing, and he was leaning too much. He could feel the remark in his mind as he knew he had to be faster an-

“Next time! It’s your Dad who comes here!” shouted Noah, finally at the Eagle’s side. Just like him, he was running ragged from the exhaustion and the lack of proper sleep. But he still smiled as they were by the front gate.

A smile Adam returned, knowing full well this was only the beginning to get on the flight… And to meet his Dad after all those years.

“Next time! No Cobrurrito hugs- ouch!”