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Watching Kurt dance around as he prepared a meal was a sight I knew I could never grow tired of.

The Doberman bounded around the kitchen naked as he prepared breakfast causing his dog tags to dance around his neck. "One day I should make breakfast," I said. "It's okay bud, I enjoy cooking," Kurt grinned, flexing his ass in my direction. "Plus I get to tease the Coyote too." The teasing was working since I could feel my cock starting to grow hard. "I never used to dare walking around my old kitchen in swim briefs or underwear, or even naked," I chuckled. "Well, here you can," Kurt replied. "And it's something I encourage. Here we go!" The Doberman placed a plate of scrambled eggs with salmon on my plate. "I actually copied the recipe from a breakfast dish they do at Loch Lomond, you remember the restaurant we first went to?" Kurt explained as he sat down opposite me. "I do," I smiled, remembering the sad look in the Doberman's eyes that evening but how happy we had later been after making love.

We ate while watching the sunrise over the marina. The sun's radiant golden light was reflected by the water. I enjoyed the sight and felt at peace inside.

Beautiful view, eating a delicious breakfast with a handsome, naked Doberman. What's not to like?

"We should start packing stuff for the trip to Europe," Kurt said. "I guess one thing the military didn't discipline me on was packing everything on time." "We should start with the important things first; sexy underwear and swimwear," I joked. "Heh, I like your thinking bud," Kurt grinned. "Let's get started after breakfast." I finished eating and gathered our plates up. Despite Kurt's protests I announced I was going to wash them. "You could start packing our clothes?" I suggested as I piled the dishes up in the sink. "Okay bud," Kurt grinned as he walked to the bedroom. The thought of going to Europe had escaped my mind owing to the drama with my parents, but the idea didn't seem daunting anymore. Having fun abroad with Kurt, Doug and the others filled me with a feeling of warmth. As a cub and later a college student, I had never had friends to go on trips abroad with. I finished cleaning the dishes and stacked them on the drying rack before going to find Kurt.

The Doberman had fetched my suitcase and one of his and was already folding clothes. He had also pulled on a pair of briefs. "I decided to get clothed, kinda," he laughed. "I checked the weather of where we are staying in France, it's a small town near the border with Monaco, and it looks quite warm there. Carl has also rented a private villa for our shoots." I wagged my tail as Kurt spoked. "Honestly, I was feeling apprehensive about the whole trip but now I'm excited," I grinned. Kurt smiled, walked over and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so glad to hear that bud," he whispered into my ear before kissing me on the muzzle. We held each other for a minute before Kurt returned to packing. I pulled on some briefs and jeans. "I should probably do some washing before I pack," I said, gathering a bundle of clothes out of the wash basket.

I carried the clothes to the kitchen and began stuffing them into the washing machine. My phone buzzed and I cocked my ears, expecting a phone call, but the noise didn't repeat. I shrugged as I finished stuffing the clothes in and turned the washing machine on. "Our swimsuits are just about dried out," Kurt called from the bedroom. "I'll pack yours for you." "Thanks babe," I replied, tasting the word babe_in my mouth and relishing at how delicious it sounded. I glanced through the bedroom door and could see Kurt's behind wiggling as he packed our swim briefs; an obvious sign he was happy too. "How about some music?" I suggested. "Sounds good bud," Kurt replied. "Use my phone to choose something." I reached for Kurt's phone which was already slotted into his docking station. "Hmm, what shall I play?" I mused out loud before grinning and selecting _I Believe In Miracles, something I had played from Kurt's phone before. "Heh," I heard Kurt chuckle. "You just want me to strip again?" "Perhaps," I shrugged. "I find it amusing but also strange to believe that someone like you who comes from a nice family and is so level-headed could work as a stripper, even if it wasn't for long." "I wasn't thinking at the time," Kurt sighed although I could see an amused smile on his face. "It's one of those jobs that sound fun on paper, until you actually try it. People probably think the same about being an underwear model, but at least there you don't get creepy guys or middle aged women trying to grope your ass." "You have me for that instead," I laughed. "Trust me, having you is much nicer," Kurt replied. I was about to reply when my phone buzzed again.

I glanced into the bedroom; Kurt was still packing and didn't seem to have heard the sound of my phone. I walked over and retrieved it from the coffee table. There was a message from my father. "Great, what do you want?" I muttered as I opened it.

Alec,

I was involved in a car accident last night. Please call me.

My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. I took a deep breath and called his number. "Hello Alec," my father said as he answered. I decided to step out of the front door and into the hallway where I could hear him above the music. "Father, are you all right?" I asked. "I just got the message, what happened?" "I had an accident with the car last night, I crashed it into a tree but I wasn't hurt," my father explained. "I don't really remember what happened." My shock faded and I realised what must have happened. "You were drunk weren't you?" I sighed heavily. "Yes, I'd been to the bar," my father eventually admitted. I felt like screaming in frustration down the phone, but I stopped myself and tried to calm my nerves. I was fed up of my father not facing his problems and turning to drink, but if he had got to the stage where he was a danger to himself and other people I knew I had to do something. "Where are you now?" I asked. "At work," my father replied. "I got a ride with a colleague." "I see," I replied, not feeling sure of what else to say. "Alec, are you able to talk?" My father asked. "Listen," I cut in. "I'm packing to go to Europe, I can't stand any more of this nonsense. It's dragging me down and making Kurt unhappy too." "I understand, but can I see you one last time?" my father asked. I hesitated, I didn't want to go but if my father had got to the point of drunk driving I had to put a stop to it. "Okay, but I'm not going to stay long, and we sort all this out during our meeting once and for all or I'm not helping you ever again. This needs to stop," I said curtly. My father didn't respond immediately and I could hear him breathing at the other end. "I'll be at Lil's from noon," he eventually replied before hanging up.

I huffed and cursed, before realising I had locked myself out. Feeling sheepish, I knocked on Kurt's door. The Doberman opened it a second later with a confused expression on his face. "You okay bud, what happened?" Kurt asked. I made my way back inside, knowing there was no way I could invent a convincing story on the spot to cover what I'd been up to.

Just tell him the truth.

"I had a message from my father," I explained. "He'd been in a car accident last night." "Oh my," Kurt said, his eyes widened a fraction. "Is he okay?" "He is, but I wasn't surprised to discover he'd been drunk at the time," I replied in a flat tone. "Good grief," Kurt sighed and for a moment I saw a flash of raw anger flash in his eyes. "He's gonna end up killing himself or someone walking down the street if he does that." "I know, that's what I thought," I groaned. We stood in an awkward silence for a moment and there was something weighing on my mind. "I know what you're about to say, you want to go and see him?" Kurt asked. I hesitated and then nodded. I could tell Kurt seemed disappointed, but he took a deep breath and nodded with an understanding expression. "You can come too, if you like?" I asked nervously. "I wonder if this is something you have to sort out yourself," Kurt said slowly. "I hate to make it seem like I'm abandoning you, but I don't know what I can do or say that would make it any different. My stance was to ignore him and move on, but you clearly need to do something to put a full stop to his antics. I also think I'd be a distraction if I was there. I've won your father's approval which I felt pleased with at the time, but if I was there right now I would have to fight to not lose my temper at him, and if I did it would cause more problems for you. Drink driving is not something I think highly of, it makes me angry in fact." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Not having Kurt by my side made me feel lost and alone, but I knew he probably had a point. "I might drive there now," I said quietly. "He'll be on his lunch break soon." Kurt looked at the floor and nodded. "You could come but sit in the car?" I offered. "Okay, but you should go on by yourself," Kurt replied. "I'll wait in the car." "Okay," I said. I felt a heavy, queasy feeling in my stomach as I walked back to our room to pull on a shirt and grab the car keys.

A minute later we were both fully dressed and climbing into my car. "Ready?" I asked before Kurt nodded. I pulled away from the apartment block and began driving through San Amador. I sat in silence as we drove through the main boulevard and out of the town to join the highway. The traffic was fairly heavy and we crawled along. I sensed Kurt was feeling agitated and I reached out to take his paw. Usually he was the one comforting me on the drive to Sulston. "You okay?" I asked, feeling the question sounded silly. "Yeah," Kurt claimed, although his tone didn't sound convinced. "I feel a little jittery." "I could tell," I replied, momentarily taking my paw away so I could pass a slow-moving truck. "Hector wasn't the only close person I lost in a road accident," Kurt sighed. I cocked my ear as I waited for the Doberman to elaborate. "Go on?" I said. "Only if you want to babe." I added, putting a paw on his thigh. "There was a girl I knew in the marines, a medic. She was a Spaniel called Rebecca Meyer. We were friends, in fact she was one of the first people I came out to and she encouraged me to tell my parents. She stayed in the marines for a little while longer than me, before leaving. She then moved to Portland with her boyfriend to work as a nurse. We used to talk over Facebook and discuss meeting up someday, only we never got to," Kurt took a deep breath before finishing. "I sent her a few messages and she never replied, then I tried calling her but she didn't answer. I got the news from a friend of hers a few days later. She got run down by a drunk driver. Killed instantly. Like Hector she survived a warzone only to have that happen to her." "Oh," I breathed as Kurt finished his story. "I'm sorry." Kurt managed to smile as he reached over and put a paw on my arm.

Perhaps it is a good idea that Kurt waits in the car.

We reached Sulston once the traffic thinned out and I drove straight towards my father's work. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was still around the time he usually went on his lunchbreak. "I'll check Lil's and if he's not there I'll double back," I explained. Kurt nodded. I headed on to the small strip of stores and parked outside Lil's. "I'll be as quick as I can," I said, reaching for the door. Kurt put a paw on my arm. "I love you bud," he said softly, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the muzzle. I kissed him back before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

Let's get this over with.