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The world seemed a little too far away for Trick, and it was nothing to do with the whisky. He looked around him, found the two labradors again and thought that was a good way to bring himself back to Earth.

'I'm sorry about your table,' he said. 'My dad's an asshole. Have it back.'

They looked like they no longer wanted it, giving him no more than a nod in recognition of his apology.

'Believe me, I'm already paying him back for it in ways you can't begin to imagine.' I'm going to fuck a snep in my new house later. I'm going to make so much money one day I can buy and sell him, except I'll be buying and selling his nursing home. 'Would you two like a drink? Maybe several?'

'We're just leaving,' the female labrador said. They gave him contemptuous looks all the way to the door, as if they'd heard everything he'd said to his father and decided he was somehow worse. Perhaps they had. Trick shrugged it off and went back to Sandy at the bar.

'Is everything covered?' he said, taking his wallet out.

Sandy put a bottle of Talisker on the bar, still in its tube. 'I'll get your change.'

'Keep it,' Trick said. 'And this.'

'I really couldn't,' Sandy said, trying to sound professional, but where the otter who wanted to hear the plot of his play had once been, Trick saw one who wanted him out of the bar as quickly as possible.

'I'm only going to find out where you live and drop it round,' Trick said.

'I don't drink whisky, Trick. Please, just take it. Before you tell me to swap it for something I do drink, please just don't. I'm not supposed to accept gifts from customers.'

Trick took his key and tag out of his pocket. 'Then come and see my house.'

Sandy looked like he'd been expecting those keys to be for a car. He looked like he could take the bottle between them and brain Trick with it.

'Yeah, this is why I don't tell people my dad's Ty Goldman, and I wasn't expecting him tonight. Or this key. Would you keep me company while I try and make sense of the world? I'm sorry he called you fuckable tail. All I wanted to do was talk to you about my play.'

'I really can't,' Sandy said, looking like he wanted to call Trick a rotten liar. 'I've got a shift to finish. I'm busy after that.'

'Doing what?'

'Writing a script of my own.'

'Well, I guess I can't argue with that. Night, Sandy.'

'Wait. Am I calling you a cab?'

Trick looked at the address on the tag, and another thought added to his dizziness: once he stepped outside of the bar and looked along the beach, he'd probably be able to see his new home from where he stood. 'No,' he said. 'Thanks. I think I'll walk.'

* * *

Google told Trick his house was three miles down the beach. By the time he reached it, it was midnight and the tide had come in, but Trick knew he was safe, walking barefoot in the shallows. He'd done this many times before, sometimes swimming out to sea on clear nights. If you were lucky, sometimes, there would be a whole party of otters on a beach doing that - just swimming together, not caring they didn't know each other, just that it was like they'd heard some sort of natural call. Not tonight though. Trick was on his own, and from a mile away, he knew which house had to be his: it was the one with the lights off.

Some part of him told him this couldn't be it. He'd made a mistake with the zip code and just fallen into a dream. Perhaps he'd been walking the wrong way down the beach for three miles. There was no number. Only the numbers on the neighbouring houses told him he was right. He still stood and looked at the gleaming white house with its gold metalwork and a glass that looked a tint of blue in the moonlight, and its open porch, and told himself it was going to be okay, because the key wouldn't fit in the lock. He'd probably get a rich wolverine or pine marten come out and ask why he was trying to break in to someone's place.

Of course, the key turned almost silently and the door opened.

He looked for a switch, and found none. Of course he didn't. 'Lights.' The place lit up like an amusement arcade with a romantic dimness to it.

'Oh boy,' Trick whispered. He'd neither lived nor stayed anywhere so clean, so new. For a moment he couldn't move, and looked down at his wet, sandy feet on the showroom-shiny tiles. Just a deep breath of the smell inside this place made him feel like he shouldn't be here. It smelt like alpine ice in a Colorado winter and the leather of the sofas, and somewhere behind it was the suncream and hot sand of Cali. Trick closed his eyes, his nose twitching with pleasure, and felt like he could fall asleep standing up. When he opened his eyes and exhaled, he knew he had to make some sort of peace with this place. It was his home.

It was his home?

'Okay,' he said, forcing his feet to move, in small, slow steps. It's a moment in time, he thought, as he walked around the place, touching everything as if to mark it as his. Just another moment to file away in that great big stack of stuff that creates emotions and characters and brings it all to life for an audience.

The coffee house leather sofas looked too good to put a crease in. The TV took up half a wall. The dining table and chairs were made of a wood that looked like brown and white python skin, probably from a rainforest tree that was close to extinction. The fridge was something from a sci fi movie, and his father hadn't been kidding about stocking it - there must have been two months worth of food in it.

Trick only needed a drink. He looked at the three bottles of prosecco that probably cost more than he'd ever made in two years worth of Starbucks shifts and picked one up, feeling like it was the least extravagant thing he could touch in this place. The glasses in the cupboard were all crystal, and sparkled like someone had polished each one for hours.

About to pop the cork, Trick stopped. He couldn't enjoy this alone. He thumbed through to Kia's number, then couldn't call. Then his brother's. Again, he couldn't do it.

I can't live here, he thought. What did I do to earn this? He put the bottle down, cork still un-popped. That's the lesson, isn't it? The same thing Dad said about Hollywood fame and fortune. It has to be earned. He bought me a five million dollar house just to give me a taste of what everything for nothing feels like. Tomorrow, I'm probably supposed to beg him just to take it back.

Well fuck that. Let's talk lessons, Dad. Let's talk Trick Dixon's worth this house, and so much more. Trick put the bottle back in the fridge, deciding he didn't want prosecco. That was for sharing. Kia and his brother didn't like whisky either. If he had to enjoy a moment alone, Talisker was the way. He unwrapped it, dropped two ice cubes into a heavy-based wide glass, and poured a triple. It tasted better than it had in the bar.

That was when he noticed it. As he sat down at the island shaped bar in the middle of the kitchen, he saw the copies of the deeds to the house, and a fountain pen with Mont Blanc on its lid in silver letters. The note his father had written was underneath it. 'Only one more thing needed. Up to you. -Ty.' The tip of the pen was pointing right at the line where Trick's signature was supposed to go, below his father's. There were two more above that - the witnesses, who weren't there. Trick picked up the pen. It felt a perfect weight for an otter's light fingers.

What should his signature look like? All the times he'd imagined himself signing multi million dollar film deals, he'd never given any thought to what his mark would be. He traced an idea of it in the air, remembering he had nice handwriting, thinking his name in print might do. He signed a joined, caligraphy-like version instead, and next to it printed 'Theodore James Dixon.'Always sign as yourself, he thought. The name you were born with. Not a character name.

That was it. He owned this home now.

It was time to choose a bedroom and fall asleep with the glass of whisky still in his hand. There was one right next to the kitchen. When Trick saw it, he knew he wanted no other. Looking at the upstairs could wait until the morning. And the level above that, the mezanine floor that would give him...

...a beach view in the moonlight. It had to be now.

Trick walked up the stairs, deciding not to open the doors to the rooms. When he got to the top, he walked through the one that was clearly the master bedroom to the balcony outside, an equal size. It was like he could see the whole California coast. Out to sea, it looked like a bunch of seals were swimming. Or perhaps they were otters.

Trick leaned on the balcony, put his head back, and laughed euphorically. Way out in the distance, he fancied he heard the sound of otters answering him.

Back in his room, the large sliding doors open and the breeze from the sea blowing in ever so slightly, Trick looked at his bed and knew what he wanted to do. He'd call Kia in the morning. First, he wanted to get used to sleeping on eiderdown and memory foam. The thing was so soft he wondered if it would induce his orgasm if he just lay there for a moment and got wrapped up in the feeling. He stood on it with his paws still slightly wet, and let himself flop back on to it. He stoked his own tail, then stripped his clothes off until he was naked and staring out at the night sky.

Kia will love this bed, he thought, the softness of it already sending a soporific level of endorphins all through his brain. I should never have fucked him on that bed in the holiday shack. Not when our first time would have been made so perfect by all this.

* * *

Four days ago

'Hey Kia, will you style me for tonight?' Trick went into his friend's room hoping the snep had brought all his kit with him. Kia wasn't dumb, he just wasn't college material, but that didn't matter, because he'd found his thing: he was amazing with other people's fur. He could draw too, but his real artwork was a live animal who was open to being transformed.

'Yeah, sure I will! Happy birthday, Trickster.' Kia had put his hands on his shoulders and touched his face as though he'd been doing both for years. 'Look at you. Eighteen today. How does it feel?'

Trick stood there, enjoying it. 'Look at you.' His eyes flicked downward, to the bulge that wasn't quite visible in Kia's pants, but Trick knew it would be there.

'You're a sexy otter, Trickster. I'm a snep who likes otters. What did you expect? Strictly professional though. I'll just give you a good thorough preen and save all that pleasure up for when Kyle gets here. When does his flight land?'

'Couple of hours. I thought you two were taking a break.'

'We are,' Kia said. 'But...man, I'm in the mood. When he lands I want to be there looking hot. There's something about surfing with otters, and what have I been doing all day? I think I'm gonna need him tonight. Wait until he's had a few. I'm so totally up for it. Oh, come on, what am I thinking? You. Let's pick a style for you. I knew you'd ask. I brought all the latest magazines. Check out Leisure Otters this month, there's some cute stuff I know will just kill if I do it on you. I've got surf wax, otter musk, fur tints, scent brushes, natural oils, the works.' Kia threw himself onto the bed, where a pile of magazines were already waiting on the side table. He patted it. 'Come sit with me right here, let's pick one out.'

Trick slinked onto the bed and cozied up to his friend. 'These are all nice,' he said, looking at the covers. 'But I've already got this. Make me look like Kyle.'

'What?' Kia looked surprised. 'Sweetie, why? I want you to look like you.'

'I want you to make me and Kyle look like twins,' Trick said. 'Can you do that? Think that's in your skill set?'

'Woah,' Kia said. 'Okay, that's a totally smoking_hot idea and I _so promise I'll do that some other time, but on your birthday? Your mom's gonna want photos. So are you when it's all over. And you want to be able to tell you guys apart in them, because this is your party. And I am that good that you'd get a whole stack of memories where you can't tell who's who. Will you trust me, you sexy otter?' Kia ran a hand up Trick's tail, then kept stroking it.

'Why_do_ you like us so much, sneppers?'

'Your curves, your sleekness, the way you move like you're walking and swimming all at once, what's not to like? Sometimes I think I only like being a snep because Kyle likes sneps. I wish I'd been born one of you guys. Not that I wanna actually transform or anything, I just get this feeling from working on you. When I open my business, I don't quite know how I'm gonna handle it. Anyone else? I'm just a pro. It's just fur and bodies and heat and I'm an artist. You guys? I think I might need a chastity belt or something.'

'You? A fine, chaste snep?' Trick sniggered. 'With a sign on your salon door saying "Sorry, no otters"? '

'I'll hate myself,' Kia said. 'But I think I might have to.'

'Species discrimination lawyers might shut you down,' Trick said. 'Not to mention the Twitter backlash. Can you just imagine it?'

'Are you making fun?'

Trick took Kia's tail, ran a hand over it. 'Put this in your mouth and take a bite. That'll make you less horny.'

'Fuck you, Trick Dixon. Bite your own.' He took hold of it. 'Or shall I?'

The two of them looked into each others eyes for a moment, then just laughed when neither of them could hold the staring contest.

'Come on,' Kia said, fondling Trick's ears. 'It's your party minus five hours, and here we are being a couple of dumb kids playing with our tails. Pick a style. Oh, no, wait a minute, got it. Okay. Listen.' Kia took a deep breath, a camp smile on his face, like he was about to launch into some sort of drag monologue. 'You wanna look like Kyle? You got it. I can do that. And then some. How about this: this one blue, this one orange.' He stroked Trick's ears respectively.

'I'm listening, I'm listening,' Trick said, deliberately twitching his tail and sitting up straight. 'Okay, how about the other way around?'

'Hmmm,' Kia said, now looking deep in thought. 'Maybe. Eeenie meenie miney mo...yeah, I think you've got it. It's better the other way. Okay, that's the ears.' He put his hands on the side of Trick's chest and took a handful of his T-shirt in each. 'Arms up, let's get this layer off.' Kia gave a contented sigh as Trick stretched his arms up and he pulled his shirt off in one slick motion. 'Okay, stripe here, stripe here,' Kia swiped an unclawed finger down the centre of Trick's chest, then his back, snapping him upright. 'Just like your big brother. Now, okay, arms, I've wanted to try this on Kyle for ages, how about the same colours in a spiral snake kind of idea? Like it's a tattoo that makes a ripple effect in water?'

'Do it,' Trick said.

'If this works as well as I think,' Kia said, 'and it's gonna, maybe you should get a real tattoo. Get it right here. Make it a sun pattern or something.' He touched the top of Trick's chest on the left. 'Or maybe 'Made in Phoenix' and your date of birth right here.' He stroked a curve on Trick's stomach above his belly button.

'I don't want a tattoo. It'd ruin me. I wouldn't be a pure and natural otter. Isn't that what you go for?'

'A natural look that's not natural,' Kia said. 'That's the skill. That's the whole thing we're going for.' He took a deep sniff, looking as though he'd rather have his nose buried in any place on Trick instead of in the air. 'I like body art on otters. Can I at least design you a tattoo and see if you like it?'

Trick smiled, guessing what had brought this on. 'Did Kyle already say no to this?'

'How did you know?'

'Was he really sassy about it or just a little bit?'

'We went on hiatus a couple of days later. I don't think it was connected.'

'Alright, how about this?' Trick said, sitting cross legged on the bed and curling his tail around his lap. 'I'll consider the tattoo idea if you'll let me do something I've always wanted to do.'

Kia's eyes went a little wider. 'What?'

'Oh just something harmless. Sit up straight on the bed for me.' Trick put a hand on Kia's back and guided him to the right place, slightly away from the pillows, glad his friend was only wearing shorts and no shirt already. 'Alright, now I'm just gonna get behind you and take hold of your scruff.' Trick bunched the layer of fur and fat just blow the end of Kia's neck. 'There! I caught a snep!'

Kia put his head back and sighed. 'Oh for God's sake!'

Trick burst out laughing. Copying the silly trend he'd seen online on every social media channel going lately would only have been fun if he did it on Kia, just for the reaction. Trick dug in his pocket for his phone. 'Selfie!' He held it out and clicked the camera.

'Really. Seriously. You had to do that.' Kia put on a pouting expression, surely knowing Trick would like it. He did. He took two more photos.

'You love it.'

'Yeah. I really love being treated like I'm destined for a zoo. Can you release me back into the wild now, d'ya think?'

Trick let go of him, and in a fluid motion, slunk around to the front, pushed Kia back onto the bed, and finished up with his hands gripping the snep's wrists. 'I still caught a snep.'

Kia started laughing now, finding it as fun as Trick knew he would. 'Yeah. Fine. You caught one. But what are you going to do with it?'

'Throw rug.'

'Fuck you.'

'Snep burgers.'

'Fuck you!'

'Hmm....maybe I'll just keep it here and keep looking at it. Until it tries to wriggle out from under me and we have a nice little playfight. Or maybe until it just lies there and gives in and tells me I can do something really naughty with it.'

The two of them lay there for a moment, Kia's breathing quickening until he began purring. Trick slowly lowered himself down and kissed his friend's mouth, letting his tongue slide in, releasing the grip on his wrists and rolling the pair of them over, onto their sides. They broke away naturally, after what seemed like several minutes.

'Trick. Honey. We can't.'

'Sure we can. You know what the best way to work on otters without giving in to urges is? You go to work when one's already gone to work on you. It's a great way to start yer day!' He moved in for a second lick of Kia's mouth. This time, the snep put a hand on the side of Trick's head.

'Trick, no. Come on.'

'I_am_ coming on.'

'So stop. Let's just style you up.'

Let it never be said that I couldn't be told to stop, Trick thought, pulling himself up and resting his head on his hand and his elbow on the mattress. 'Let me ask you something. When was the last time Kyle took that big, wet snep cock of yours and put it in his mouth and just sucked until you came in it and then he breathed like he was trying not to drown in you?'

Kia was already twitching before, now he was trembling and hunching up, looking at Trick with a pure, guilty kind of lust in his eyes. 'Never.'

'Aw, he won't do that for you? Did that cause your hiatus? You told him you were bored in bed and it hurt his feelings? Silly boy. He might have liked it if he'd tried.'

'It...wasn't_just_ that. I really didn't want him to get so sensitive. I think I pushed his boundaries a little bit too much.'

'Seriously? Because you asked for a blowjob?'

'He just isn't into it.'

'Boundaries. Maybe you just need a few minutes with someone who doesn't have any.'

'You_do_ have them, Trick. Everybody has them.'

'Okay, yeah. I can be modest. I can also do what my brother won't. But hey, you asked me to stop. That's okay. Respect. Let's get me on a chair and do that style we talked about.' He shifted himself up. Kia pulled him back down, a soft growl coming from his throat and a heavier grip on Trick's fur.

'Once. That's it. Then we never do this again. Because it's your birthday. You wanna do it with a snep? I'm a snep. I can be _your_snep. Then as soon as Kyle gets here it never happened.' This a whispering growl in Trick's ear. 'We never talk about it. Got it?'

Trick wrapped an arm around his friend and held him there, hearing his breath in his ear, feeling the heat burning beneath his fur. 'This is my present to you. So you can work on me without that painful bulge and wet pants.' His hand moved to Kia's shorts, undid the button and slipped inside his underpants, taking hold of his hard cock and releasing it from the fabric tangle. Kia sighed. Still keeping hold, Trick guided him onto his back and slid his shorts and underpants off.

'Leave them around my ankles,' Kia said, already struggling to steady his breathing. 'And I want a safety word. Coconuts.'

'You_wish_ this was dangerous,' Trick said, letting go of Kia's ankles and leaving his pants there. He scuttled forward, his butt in the air, hovering as he straddled the snep's legs. 'Coconuts. You got it.'

'Just watch the teeth.'

'Teeth? I'm so good at this you'll think mine are retractable. Now just lie back and take a deep breath.'

Kia took several as Trick rubbed his muzzle against the side of the snep's cock, teasing and tickling and then licking, before taking it into his mouth and pushing the tip against his palate with his wet tongue. Kia gasped. Trick sucked gently, releasing the pressure every second until he felt the warm stickiness of pre-come against his cheek. He put his hands on Kia's chest, feeling it swell with the pleasure of every breath, stroking his fingers through his friend's coat.

'Trick....Trick! I don't wanna come in your mouth.'

Trick let Kia's cock slide of out his mouth and looked up at him, poised like he was ready to spring. 'No problem. I can let go right before you shoot. Where do want to do it? You just wanna soak the otter?'

Kia nodded, a look of wild excitement dancing in his eyes.

'You got it, you're gonna get me wet.' Trick rubbed Kia's stomach, tickling him a little. 'Let's play a game. It's called Can a Snep Count to Ten? How about it? Think you can last ten good hard sucks on that thing before you soak the otter? Count along with me.' Trick went back down and licked his friend's cock. 'Ready?'

The snep was so hard now that his tip tickled the back of Trick's throat as he took the entire shaft into his mouth, sealed his lips around it tight, and took a strong suck on it. Kia moaned, purred and then managed to count 'One!' Trick slide his mouth up and down it, pulling harder every time, until the snep got to six and his legs became tense and shaking underneath him. Trick withdrew. 'Can you hold? You got this?'

'I got it! I got it! Four more! I can do it!'

Trick doubted it, but his own excitement was too much not to go for it, expecting to swallow, but somehow Kia counted seven, eight, then nine, his whole nether region hot and sweating and his cock pulsing inside the soft tissue of the otter's mouth.

Trick came up for air, a big deep breath of it, then exhaled, ready to suck down a second one. 'Get ready, snep! Ten!' He wrapped his mouth around Kia's cock again. This time he didn't stop. The suck just went on and on and on, and still his breath was inside him, the valves in his nose locked tight, pretending he was underwater.

'Trick...oh man...oh man, stop! I can't do this! I'm gonna come in your mouth! Stop!'

Trick didn't. Safety me, he thought. I dare you. Coconuts indeed! Either hold or safety me or drown me. His own cock painfully hard, he resisted the urge to hump into the mattress, concentrating on the sound of his friend's frenzied breathing and the feel of him twitching around, ruffling all the covers underneath him.

'My heart's gonna...Trick....let me go....let me GO! I need to come so badly!' Kia growled and arched his back.

Still Trick hung on, the suction power of his mouth and jaw pulling on the snep for all he was worth, his friend writhing and gasping with reserves he surely never knew he had. Kia started yowling, a cat's desperation call, flailing his paws at the ceiling. Only when the snep ran out of breath did Trick release him with a wet pop, and with a deft motion grabbed his friend's cock and pointed it at himself, arching his back and pulling himself up in a curve, presenting the target.

'Go!' Trick yelled.

Kia showered him, panting and moaning with intense relief, sending a hot shower of come up Trick's chest and stomach, then squiring just below the otter's jawline with the last of the reserve.

'Trick...I'm having a heart attack!' Kia's whole body was twitching, emptied out of all strength but not wanting to stop.

'You're fine,' Trick said, still soaked and hot from his own sweat as he pulled himself along the bed so he could reach his friend's head and stroke between his ears. 'Down you come, nice and easy, steady breaths. You can fall asleep if you need to. I'll wake you up before my brother lands.' Trick picked up one of the towels from the end of Kia's bed and wiped himself off, his natural oils making the semen slide off him and onto the towel almost as naturally as water. He could smell Kia on him, a light, musky salty scent that mingled with his own sweat. He rubbed his own cock and arched up happily, contemplating working himself until he soaked his friend back, then decided he could probably do better. It was his birthday, after all.

Kia didn't sleep, he just lay there breathing hard and deep as though he were consciously sedated and didn't know anything about the world except for his own unbelievable high. After a few minutes, he rolled over and opened his eyes, blinked repeatedly, and shook himself.

'Holy_shit,_ Trick. What exactly was that?'

Trick took a deep breath, puffing his chest out as he stroked down his friend's back and rested his hands on the snep's backside. 'I can hold my breath underwater for twenty minutes, remember? You really never imagined what a blowjob from someone who doesn't need to breathe and just keeps sucking would be like? You made it longer than I thought.'

'God I wish you'd warned me. Why didn't you?'

'Dumb question of the year right there.'

'Yeah. Goddamn you, you're the greatest otter alive.'

'I know.'

'You didn't come yet either.'

'I know.'

Kia put a hand on Trick's neck. 'Oh don't worry. I know how to say thanks. Look in that drawer right there. I've got something you'll like.'

Trick reached into the drawer and found the tube of lube. He took the cap off and sniffed. It smelt a combination of rosewater, pine wood and wet forest earth. 'Now that's what I'm talking about,' Trick said. Kia purred, flailing his arms and hands out, pawing for Trick. 'Gonna roll over and show me that snep butt?'

Kia rolled over, turning his head to see Trick coating his hand in lube and putting it down his pants, his fist making his bulge look huge. 'It's so hot hearing you say that. Say it again.'

'Shhh,' Trick said, tickling the back of his friend's neck. 'Let's see if it's as tight down there as I need.' He put a hand below Kia's tailbone, and poked a finger between his butt-crack. 'Good start. That's so tight it's gonna be like we can knot.' Trick spread some more lube on his fingers and inserted two of them down his friend's crack, sliding down until he found the snep's hole, then rubbed around it, then inside. Kia gave a growling purr.

'Get a move on, otter. I want you in there.'

Trick slid onto him in a swimming motion, poking his tip under Kia's tail. 'Feel how hard that is?'

'Yes...come on! Stuff me, Trickster! Stuff me till I bite that pillow and you make me wet. I'm still hard...make me come again with you.'

'Get ready, snep. I'm gonna catch you.'

'Yes! Catch a snep! Catch it!'

Trick slide inside and then dropped his whole weight on top of Kia, humping into him again and again, the rest of his body elegantly still as his hips did the work. Feeling his own butthole tighten up, needing his release, Trick held his breath again and took hold of Kia's wrists, holding him down against the bed, still poking him with every heaving breath the snep could manage.

His control holding, Trick wondered if he'd lost the moment, his thighs and groin aching and his friend still horny and telling him how much he wanted it, and it all just seemed to fade slightly, like all the pleasure was Kia's and none of it his.

This couldn't happen. He couldn't have sex on his birthday was his brother's boyfriend and not come. This would ruin the whole thing. What could he make Kia do? What would drive him wild like nothing else? Even re-imagining his friend's pleasure and the hot shower he'd received wasn't getting him there. All he could do was stay hard, like there was a barrier.

'What's up, Trick? You can't come?'

'Talk to me, snow leopard,' Trick said, tightening his grip on Kia's wrists. 'Talk filthy to me. Tell me I'm naughty. Tell me something magic.'

'Okay...okay...filthy...you got it...uuuurgh this is hot!' Kia kept gasping in time with Trick's thrusts, and looked like he was thinking, hard and fast. Then he grinned, showing his sharp cat teeth. 'Hey Trick.'

Trick released one wrist so he could flick sweat from the between his eyes. 'What?'

'You're a selfish otter.'

'Oh_God_ that's what I needed!' Trick came before he could get the words out, arching his back and yipping with every squirt, thrusting into Kia one final time before dropping on top of him, still inside, the pumping inside his cock refusing to stop as he repeated his friend's words inside his head again and again. Selfish otter, selfish otter, selfish otter....catch a snep.

Trick hugged his friend, the orgasm mercifully stopping, leaving him euphoric and exhausted. 'How did you just come up with that?'

'I dunno.' Kia shrugged playfully. 'Maybe I just told you the truth.'

'Yeah but how did you know it would work?'

'Errr...I kinda didn't. I just said it. You wanted to be dirty. I guess I just got caught up in being bad instead. You obviously enjoyed it. I've got an ocean leaking out of me right now. Or at least I will if you ever get out of me.'

'Oh. Sorry. You're seriously tight though. I could stay in there all night.' Trick slid himself out. Did my brother ever do anything_serious to this poor, neglected guy?_ He thought. Did he ever make him feel special? He reached behind him and found the towel he'd used earlier. 'There you go. Floss your butt with that.'

'Gross!' Kia said, tossing it away. 'Selfish otter!'

They both laughed.

'Just tell me,' Trick said. 'Would Kyle really not give you a blowjob or were you just turning me on with that?'

'I wish. It was true. Kyle just likes everything clean and sweet. It's just how he is. I keep telling him, I'd really like to get naughty. I don't think our hiatus is going to turn back to anything else. Not after that. He kept telling me I was pushing him. All I wanted was a bit more...that. There was other stuff too.'

'Like?'

Kia rolled over. 'I can't totally betray him, Trick. Okay, I needed an itch scratched. You scratched it. But I'm only hot for you. I don't love you. Kyle...it's just the reverse. And a bit of personal stuff. Can you pass me that vape pen?'

Trick reached it for him, holding it away at the last moment. 'Your lungs are too good to wreck with that crap.'

'Oh don't be a dick. I've never smoked a real cigarette in my life and you wouldn't like me if I wasn't trendy. Admit it. It's stylish.'

'Very slightly, maybe.' Trick took a drag on it and blew it out without inhaling. 'Yuck! Bubblegum flavour? Meh. Here you go then, fill your boots.'

Kia puffed on it contentedly. 'Once, remember? That's what we said. And we can't tell him. Happy birthday, you've had a snep. You want another one, you've gotta find a different one.'

'Why don't I talk to my brother?'

'No. Leave it. Maybe we just ought to break up amicably and I'll get back in the game with a new otter. And no, it's not going to be you. Even if you are incredible in bed. That's not the only thing I want.'

'Kyle's lucky to have you. Can I at least give him a nudge? If keeping you means all he's gotta do is get a little bit more wild I think he'll do it. He'd be perfect for you if it weren't for that one thing. I won't push him. I'll just get him to talk to me.'

Kia looked at Trick oddly, blowing vapour at the ceiling in a great cloud. 'What makes you think he'd listen to you?'

'What makes you think he'd listen to me? You obviously do.'

'You're persuasive. Look what you just made me do.'

'What did I have to do? You were all over me from the second I walked in. That wasn't persuasion, it was reading cues. Oh yeah, and we've got a party to prepare for. Wanna shower together?'

* * *

Present

Lying naked on his brand new bed, Trick thought about it all, his cock hard and aching. It's never the orgasm, he thought as he got close to it. The great fucks we have are never about that. It's about the special things that come with them, the ones you remember more than just what squiring felt like. Getting called a selfish otter in Kia's drag queen voice. Talking about his brother afterwards. The shower where he'd put his hand between Kia's buttcheeks again and gently rubbed everything clean, expecting his friend to resist, but instead Kia had purred and contentedly nuzzled his head against Trick's chest, his swollen dick rubbing against his leg as if trying a third time to answer the call of pure, sinful pleasure.

Trick came hard enough to soak the top of his own chest, thinking of how Kia had done it, and how after it all, Kia's camp excitement had given way to a relaxed calm and even more attention to detail than usual. He'd been styled to be the standout guest at his own party, and hell, he'd done it. All the attention had been on him that night, and it was all thanks to Kia.

Trick lay there afterwards, trying to mix his breathing in time with the sound of the waves outside, wondering what his father would say if he knew his first night on this bed was spent covered in jizz he hadn't bothered to clean off himself before sleeping.

He wasn't going to sleep though. However relaxing it was, there was too much to think about. He went into the en-suite bathroom, an extravagant blend of blue marble and white ceramic, and showered off. There were fresh towels ready, and a silk dressing gown on the back of the door. When Trick put it on, he caught the scent of the lining infused with natural otter oil before he felt the smoothness of it against himself, one level better than the silk on the outside.

I've got to move ass tomorrow, starting first thing, he thought as he took another stand on his balcony, letting the night air blow inside the gown. If I want to keep this place, afford to live in it, things need to happen. Fast. Just to start with I need to get a -

Was that the doorbell he'd just heard ring? _His_doorbell? Who knew he was here?

I've made an impression on the neighbours just by jerking off? He thought. Hell, how much noise had he made without realising it?

It wasn't the neighbours though, it was an otter whose looks gave him a moment where time was out of joint. Just a couple of hours ago, he'd never have imagined such a style on Sandy, yet here it was. He looked like he was ready to pose for a surfboard commercial, and the combination of musk and spiced cologne almost knocked Trick out even from ten feet away, where the bartender was striking a confident pose.

'Hey lonely otter,' Sandy said. 'Fuckable tail at your service.'