Not A Sound From The Pavement
#31 of Hockey Hunk Season 2
Was it ever easy to be a Gliese?
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Is a kiss a reflex?
I don't know, but while I was being grappled by striped paws and a pair of lips explored mine, my very own lips were mimicking the movement, gliding softly over the very warm skin that was touching mine. I think his tongue brushed mine somewhere along the line, reminding me to put my paws on him, too. My eyes were closed, but I heard him purr, probably loud enough to make the display case rattle. I think my own throat was making a similar sound as well, responding to the tiger's pleased noise.
My paws tightened over his back and held to him. They felt his slim body and kept it close to me, while we kissed, and those striped paws, I was sure of them, were gripping my tailbase, and at least one butt cheek was getting the same treatment. There was heat and there was sensation, and there were breaths. Were our bodies pressed together? They were, I could feel him everywhere, against me, over my, above me, and the kiss felt like it wouldn't stop at all.
Of course it had to stop.
We stood apart from each other, breathless, still close enough that I could feel the heat of his exhalations brushing over my face and interfering with my whiskers. I could hear his breathing, perfect with the rumbling edge, and mine, too, powerful and shallow.
I was rock hard.
Colin looked like he was feeling pretty much the same. His mane was in disarray where I had clawed over it, his glasses were lopsided, and the eyes looking me through the angled specs were wide. His tail flicked rapidly, almost smacking the display, and his paws remained over my hindquarters, seemingly loath to let go of my assets.
Oh shit.
He was already leaning in for a rerun.
"Colin!" I breathed out.
His ears flicked down as I spoke, and he stopped, still only inches away from me, his paws not moving an inch. He surely had no mistaken thoughts about what was happening in my pants, though, since our groins were pretty much mashed together. I knew that he was liking it, too.
Yeah, my body had liked it all too much already, making me grow aroused at remarkable speed, not that I had ever needed a lot of warm up before I was going full speed ahead. It seemed that the sudden kiss had brought the same feelings up in the tiger, too, if judged from the weight against my own belly. His breaths were still so very warm and made me feel flushed, which I probably was for real, too.
I squeezed his sides with my paws and tried to plead with him, with my eyes.
"Colin..." his name escaped from my lips in a whisper.
The tiger kept staring me with those bright, clear, big eyes, searching mine for something that he wanted to see there. Lust, likely. Affection...also a possibility. Want...maybe.
His paws became more firm on my rump and pulled our bodies together, and he was kissing me again, as passionately as the first time. There was no preliminary timidity, nothing of the like, simply a big good old movie star kiss, plastered all over my slightly open muzzle. I must've moaned into it, and my paws couldn't move away from where they were, over his warm sides. I felt energy thrumming in there, residue from his purr, and surely from a rapidly beating heart, pumping excited blood through his system.
What the hell was happening to me? Why wouldn't did I realize from the start that he was after me, not only as someone to talk to but someone to fuck with? Had my gaydar blown a short circuit and made me blind to his advances?
Nice chatting in the back room.
Well, that was still innocent enough, and I was a bit nervous, and there was Mason doing all that stuff and being cute and clumsy and Ms. Lopez owning the place and all the excitement over the signing and Mason with leather boots...
Why couldn't I stop responding to the kiss?
Gift set of Caledon Rocks paperbacks.
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Maybe he just didn't want me to feel left out, considering that Mason got the luxury set, with autographs and slipcases and whatnot. Did I look envious upon Mason getting that gift? Had I seemed weird when I saw him doing that? Jealous over the attention he was giving to the wolf and not me?
His paws felt really nice over my ass.
Lefties encounter.
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We just chatted about normal stuff, the stuff furs who really don't know anything about each other can share without feeling horribly awkward or as if they were spilling out all sorts of highly personal, private information. We talked about work and traveling and all sorts in innocent, casual things that in no way indicated...
I really shouldn't have been running my paws over his sides, that was too much...that was a...a message I shouldn't...
Chocolates and mystery phone number and desperately wanting my call.
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Oh, God...I must have been so fucking distracted after Peter that I had no idea...how he must have meant it...a courting gift, trying to see if I'd react to his nice little present, whether I'd take it has a comehither or just as an "Okay, thanks for random gift". I wasn't sure just how had I sounded like on the phone, agreeing to this meeting, too...because I wanted to get out of my place.
Why did he purr so loudly?
Sudden paw-grabbing and running into a secluded corner of the library that also happens to be the gayest section of the library and contains a camp monument?
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OH MY GOD!
My eyes snapped open, and my paws finally stilled upon the striped male's back, as I removed my lips from Colin's, and stood there, my maw agape.
"Oh my God..." I rumbled.
He was almost panting against my face now, staring at me intently.
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit...
Did I think that possibly running into Mason and Haakon was bad? This was a hundred times worse, this was...I had unknowingly booked a ticket onboard the RMS Colin Mistwillow and I had now struck the iceberg, heads on, coming straight out of the mist without been spotted beforehand.
Oh shit, my mind was making puns!
"Rory..."
His voice sounded almost rough in comparison to the usual soft rumble I associated with him. There was sex in his voice, something I had obviously not heard there before, and it was having the desired effect on me...or would have, if I also wasn't feeling so fucking messed up! I had somehow managed to seduce Colin without knowing I was doing it. More like, I had done it without knowing how he might interpret my actions...my eagerness for this meeting, my sudden taking him to this private location...it all seemed to scream in my face now.
That final dash here could as well have been in slow motion with soft piano music playing.
My breaths sounded ragged.
"Colin, I..."
"You smell fantastic," the tiger crooned, low and deep and rumbling.
My cock twitched, inadvertly or not, as the hot drawl filled my ears.
The tiger's paw stroked up and down my hip, feeling me up.
"And you feel great too..." the tiger husked over my lips.
I almost wanted to whimper. It felt good, it was great, it was...
I raised a paw and pushed it over Colin's chest, and held it there, biting my teeth down to keep back a groan caused by all the pressure over my sensitive groin, pressed to the tiger's.
"Colin, please...please stop," I pleaded.
The tiger's paws stilled, but he didn't move away from me, nor did he let go of me, wherever he was holding me close to himself. His eyes bore into mine and sought me.
"Rory..."
"We shouldn't..." I uttered.
He gave me a long look, his ears flicked, his tail looped and swishes, and his paws, never having left my butt, moved slightly higher, now, over my hips, and the small of my back.
"We can go to my hotel, it's not far away..." the tiger whispered in reply.
I flinched when his lips touched my cheek, just a moment before his breath whispered over my whiskers and made them itch, just at the moment when he kissed me again, quickly, and ever so softly, and then looked at my eyes again.
"Rory..."
I sighed and made a sound of frustration, and gave his chest a little push with my paw, that still remained there, after my first attempt making him stop. My tail smacked against the floor, agitated.
"Colin, please don't...please stop," I groaned.
The tiger's brow knit. His face was less than a foot away from mine and I could see the little creases form in high definition, around his eyes, over his forehead, and his ears flattened, in puzzlement over my words, surely. I felt his paws fall away from my rear, flopping down to his own sides. His breathing sounded rough.
"What's wrong, Rory?"
I finally could take a step backwards, and I did, putting two feet between us, so that we could look at each other properly, and so that I would not have to feel his hard-on pulsing against my own, still filling out my pants and making its presence known by throbbing firmly within my boxers. The soft cloth felt too good on my sensitive barbs.
My paws fell to my sides and pulled into fists, as I breathed, deeply, in and out, trying to catch my wits and solve my way out of this situation.
"Rory?"
His voice was still sensual, deep and resonant and pushing my buttons, no matter the confusing I felt over the whole business of what was going on at this very moment. He still stared at my, his face a mask of...I think I saw many emotions there, all together, and their center of attention and the target was me, standing here, with my belly clenching painfully.
"Look, Colin...I didn't...Colin, why did you kiss me?"
Now he was definitely frowning, and he tilted his head a little, in curiosity, I was sure of that, wondering why I was behaving like I was, right after leading him into an erotic rendezvous in the deep, secret reaches of the library.
"What do you mean? Didn't you just make a move on me?"
Ohhhh Jeesus...
I rubbed over my face with my paw and snorted into it, hotly, and felt my mane ruffle itself, when my furs bristled with my nerves. Fight or flight responses coursed through my body, making me feel tense, my tails flapped, my belly fluttered, my heart raced, I felt...alive, and not only in the good ways.
"Oh, shit..." I moaned.
The tiger's eyes were worried now.
"Was I coming on too fast, Rory? Was I...did I do something I shouldn't have done? Please..."
He sounded so pleading, and looked so pleading...oh, fuck...this was going to hurt worse than a Brazilian wax in your ass crack. It made me sigh.
"Colin, could you...we should calm down a bit, okay?" I spoke, as firmly as I could, despite my quickened breaths and the distracting heat in my pants.
The tiger didn't seem happy at all, and his breaths kept falling ragged, and his body talk spoke of agitation, and nothing more, which certainly wasn't increasing my hopes that I could sort this out without causing any more trouble.
I took another set of deep breaths and rubbed my paws through my mane in distraction, trying to see whether some self-grooming would help in calming my nerves. I could feel my teeth baring themselves with my breaths, automatically, another nervous gesture that was so profoundly feline that I simply couldn't keep it from happening. I avoided his eyes, but the tiger's reflection met me on the side of the glass case, superseding the glitter.
I swallowed heavily.
"Colin," I turned to face him again, trying to keep my quivering tail in check. "I didn't...I didn't come here to...to hook up with you. I thought you just wanted to talk."
The tiger groaned.
"What's this then?" he waved his paw about errantly, flicking it to indicate himself, me, the room, us...the kiss, probably, and the dash...the fucking dash.
I felt like I might throw up, but stood fast.
"I dragged you in here because I didn't want to be seen with you!" I spoke, quickly.
The tiger's eyes widened.
"What?"
"Remember Mason?" I continued, fighting for calm. "He's here, I saw him coming up the stairs with his friend Haakon, they would've seen us if I hadn't taken us here."
"But why would you do that?"
I shook my head.
"Didn't want them to pounce on you, or me, for being with you," I replied.
The tiger snorted.
"I know," I raked my paw quickly over my head furs, messing them up. "I'm an idiot."
The tiger's tail lashed out behind him like a whip, telling me that he wasn't liking the thought at all.
"I can understand the want for privacy but..."
"I know, I know, then we ended up here and had this moment and -"
The tiger stopped me with a baring of his teeth, and I was quiet.
"I really thought you wanted to take me out of sight so that we could talk about private matters, or...or..." his paw waved again in an abstract gesture, but I had no trouble understanding.
"It wasn't that."
His eyes flashed.
"And you didn't even know that I wanted you."
"No," I breathed.
"I thought I was quite forward."
The words were spoken in a soft voice, but they still managed to sound...hard in my ears. I felt a twinge of guilt in my heart for making him think...well, I had surely contributed my share of gestures and words that could be interpreted as being signs of being very much interested in him, like...well, I wouldn't know to name an example now, but it hardly mattered. I had gotten myself into this shit and I was knee deep in it now, and I doubted that the tiger would let me go easily.
"I'm sorry I didn't see it," I muttered. "I didn't even know that you're..."
"Well it doesn't read on my Wikipedia page," the tiger grunted and chuffed. "I just thought it was obvious, considering that I had no trouble with you."
My ears flicked with my surprise.
I had been obvious to him?
I didn't...how? I didn't think that I had any camp manners or anything, nor did I lisp or in any other way expressed any kind of a stereotypical behavior. I never acted like that, it wasn't me, I didn't need to do it nor did I do it naturally, and it simply was an alien thing for me as much as it surely was for straight furs. But still...what had I done? Stared at his rump? I hadn't even really checked it out...probably I didn't...I do admit to regular checkups in general, but...oh yeah...whatever. Busted and...
I breathed out, audibly.
"Well I didn't know that you knew."
The mist-tiger didn't look happy at all.
"And now that we both know, it's just that you don't want me," the tiger huffed, loudly, giving me some icy eyes that smacked me in the face.
I hung my head.
"I don't know what to think," I whispered.
"Maybe I'm the one who should have been thinking," Colin grunted.
The painful sensation in my chest swell again, as I looked at his mournful expression. I wasn't sure just how much anger was in that face, but I knew that I had disappointed him, horribly, and severely. He had obviously invested much into this, wanted me to be his...what? The holiday fling? Maybe he had his eyes on me from the start and when we happened to meet me at The Lefties, it was like some sort of divine intervention, telling him that here was the lion he could maybe have some fun with...and here we were, fun cancelled.
What a stupid lion I was for not seeing all this before.
"Colin, you're a great guy."
His paw lashed out in the air and he held up a finger to silence me.
"Don't make yourself ridiculous, Rory, I've heard every excuse in the book. I've been around the block," the tiger snarled.
I sighed.
"I just didn't think about you in that way."
"You weren't complaining when I kissed you!" he snapped. "You liked it."
"I did," there was no point in denying that, especially when my sheath still felt swollen and firm, a distracting presence I wasn't entirely happy nor unhappy about.
"So is there a problem to us being together even for one night?" Colin huffed. "Is that too much for me to want? One night of companionship?"
He stopped, drew a deep breath, and gave me an almost pained look.
"Unless you're..."
"I'm not," I blurted out.
"Then I suppose it's just me being ridiculous," the tiger grunted.
My ears flattened, and I made a face.
"It's not that."
The tiger's paw grabbed onto the strap of his shoulder-slung bag.
"Then it must be me," he said. "I am sorry that I embarrassed us both. Obviously I should not have had so many expectations."
"Colin!"
The tiger snorted.
"Hope you won't blame a lonely man for trying, Rory. I apologize."
The cold heat spread even further. It felt like it was filling my lungs, making breathing painful.
"Colin, I..."
"Good evening, Rory," Colin whispered. "You're a great guy."
The next thing I saw was the fling of his tail, trailing the tiger as he walked down friskily along the aisle and then disappeared behind the corner that took him onto the corridor and the glass doors leading to the rotunda.
The cold burst through my skin made me shiver, deeply.
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