Leveled Up
(Two things: If you haven't read 'You Lost This Round' you should read it first then this one. It makes a little more snese that way -giggle-. Second: Riley is mine. Ulf is his. Got it? No? I don't either. Happy Reading. ~Woot)
The next kill was made by the sheltie. With a whoop the nude Ulf leapt to his feet to give his tail plenty of room to wag. Riley's ears slumped. He'd lost. The first round belonged to him but the second belonged to his friend. The joyousness came to an abrupt end when Ulf glanced to the clock in the kitchen. "Shit, I'm gonna be late for work!" He exclaimed and stumbled for his clothes. Riley caught his arm. "Oh no you don't. You're calling in sick cause there's no way I'm letting out like this."
"So what? You want me to call in drunk?" the sheltie grumbled and pulled his shirt back on. He had to put his pants on twice, having done it the first time backwards. "Yes." Riley said in a matter of fact tone belied by his smile. "What we gonna do is this: you're going to lay here while I call your work and tell them you won't be in cause you're sick. You, being the lush you are, will just lay here and let me do it."
"That sounds dirty." The sheltie grinned. "Tell me more." Riley pulled on some pajama pants and went to the phone. The call was made and words like "bad flu" and "toilet hugging" were announced. When asked about the relation, Riley said, "A friend." and smirked at the prostrate form of the sheepdog on his couch.
The young dog with the "bad flu" and the one who had been "hugging the toilet" all afternoon" was busy playing the game on single player for a while. Riley was fixing new drinks and sandwiches. When the raccoon returned he sat too close to the sheltie and lay his head on his shoulder. Ulf scratched his friend behind the ear and gave him a kiss on the top of the head. He was allowed to do that now, right? Riley leaned back into the couch and watched his friend play.
"You know I owe you now, right?"
"Yup." Ulf responded, not looking at him.
"What do you want?" he nuzzled up close.
"We'll see when we get around to it." Ulf grinned.
Riley, feeling a little less than attractive at the moment, got up and stretched. Ulf put the game on pause and looked up at him, ears drooping slightly as if he'd done something wrong. Riley, reading the look in his friend's bright blue green eyes, smiled and chuckled. "I'm just going for a shower." The sheltie nodded and returned to the game, casting a sideways glance at the raccoon's rear as he padded from the room.
The raccoon turned on the water and slipped in beneath the twin showerheads. He loved his shower and always kept it clean and neat. It was large enough for more than four people. During one party the theory was tested and they managed to fit two raccoons, two rabbits, one sheltie, and two foxes into the shower. Not comfortably, however. The water was hot and it was a luxurious feeling. Riley allowed his hands to slide down his body, to caress himself all the way down. There was a draft then he wasn't alone. Ulf was there, behind him, sliding his hand around the raccoon's front and taking hold of his hand. Riley couldn't help but lean back against the taller and stranger figure behind him. He felt safe, as sad as that sounds.
"Thought you'd be lonely in here all by yourself." Ulf said, leaning down to the raccoon's ear. He nibbled softly and ran his hand over his friend's hip.
"Thanks." Riley purred. "Always nice to have the company." His fingers reached around behind him and took hold of Ulf's member. It was hard. The sheltie crooned softly and rubbed the raccoon's shoulders. He reached down to guide his friend's attentions and smiled. "So when do I get my chance, you know, for winning the last game?" The water slammed down on them in hot beads. Riley leaned forward and took hold of the handicap bar under one of the showerheads. He looked back and roped his soaked tail around the sheltie's rear then grinned.
Ulf was tall enough to actually make the position work. He felt something like a prisoner taking advantage of another in the showers. Ulf laughed at the thought. Wasn't Riley's boyfriend a cop? The sheltie lined himself up and slid slowly against the raccoon's tail hole then slowly inside. It was a tight fit but it worked. Riley let out a soft cry as he was penetrated. It'd been such a long time since anyone had mounted him and he'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone there. He gripped the bar tightly and let out a whine as he felt more of the sheltie's cock penetrate him then move back.
The sheltie was panting as he picked up speed, urged on by Riley's encouragement to not worry about hurting him. He was lying though, it did hurt but only a little. The good it was doing far outweighed the bad. Riley groaned, reaching beneath him to rub his lover's sack as the cock it was attached to pounded deeply into his rear. Ulf let out a whine and nearly barked as he came, filling his lover's tail hole with semen as hot as the water that fell on the two. The pressure inside him was simply too much, Riley too came. He stroked himself into finality and let the seed splatter against the shower wall. Riley half thought he had worn grooves into the bar onto which he was holding. His brain was a fog of very happy but worn out things. He grunted as the sheltie drew out. The raccoon smiled and turned slowly to look up at the figure who had just ravaged every fiber of his being.
Ulf smiled some and held him close. The embrace was warm and very comfortable. Riley secretly came to the conclusion that he liked his men bigger than him. Cuddly. They kissed one another. Ulf insisted on the tongue and purred. Riley wasn't about to complain. Riley turned off the water and offered the sheltie a towel but it was too late. Ulf went into s furious shake the likes of which would make San Andreas' fault scream with jealousy. There was dog water every place. Ulf looked around and his ears sank again. Riley smiled and kissed his cheek He stepped out and dried off with a towel, paying special attention to his tail. "Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up later. Right now we have business." The sheltie's head made an indecisive turn to the side: the canine confused look.
Riley, wrapped in his towel went into the living room, followed by the ball of fluff of a sheltie. On the kitchen counter was a frisbee. Ulf looked embarrassed but couldn't deny that he wouldn't mind chasing after the blue plastic disk. "Put something on and we'll head out to the park."
"Later." The sheltie smiled and dragged the raccoon back to the bedroom and shut the door. "We have something more important to do right now."