Road Rovers fic 2
I've been thinking a bit about a sequel, and this is what i came up with. I still don't know how far I'll take this series, but if it keeps getting positive comments, I'll keep up the writing. This'll start right where the first one ended.
Once again *sigh* there's gay sex, blah blah blah, leave or have fun.
Exile awoke the next morning with sharp rays of sunlight burning through the window and illuminating his room. He groaned. It was odd for him to sleep in so late, and also he preferred the soft light of an overcast sky to the obnoxious glare of direct sunlight. Apparently the snow had stopped. He pushed out of bed into the chill air wearing nothing more than his boxer-shorts and cracked his back. His blue and white fur was messy from sleep and he shook it all back into place.
His mind unavoidably went to what had happened between he and hunter on that previous night. He wondered how different things would be between them. He knew he should be worried that things would be awkward, but still he sat there and smiled. He may enjoy the gray light filtered through clouds, but the dreaded darkness that once sat resting just at the edge of his mind was too much. It seemed however to have been completely swished away by the burning eyes of his friend turned lover. They were too close to let anything awkward come between them. The real question was weather or not their sexual experiments would continue. He pulled a t-shirt over his head and jeans up over his shorts.
He started out of his room and downstairs. He already knew exactly where he'd find hunter. The smell of bacon, toast, eggs, and milk had tempted his nose from a floor away, and he quickly followed the lovely smells into the kitchen where Hunter stood by the stove. Hunter turned and saw Exile enter, his face lighting up and smiling a smile that revealed to Exile that he had been receiving only a poor substitute for the real expression. The dog smiled with more then his face, even more then his luminous eyes. Exile returned the expression.
"I'm certainly no cook, but I managed some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. You interested?" Hunter asked over his shoulder.
"Of course." Exile said, pushing past Hunter to help with the bacon. They finished cooking in under a few minutes without much talk, both content to little more than the company of the other until breakfast was done with. They sat facing each other enjoying their cliche breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and milk, just as Exile's nose had predicted. They finished at about the same time, but neither of them moved to clear the table.
Still smiling broadly, Hunter said, "It seems to of receded." He and Exile had spoken of the darkness in their minds before, put in place by their captors years previous. To be imprisoned is a terrible punishment for any creature, to have it done so for no moral reason compounded the effect. And the torture they endured made it all the worse, creating serious mental scars in them both. These scars had caused what was best described by both of them as a darkness that crept through their minds at all times, polluting their healthy mind.
Exile, instantly knowing what Hunter spoke of, nodded his agreement. "It certainly helped." he said carefully. Hunter smiled all the broader. He reached inside his pocket and produced a tube of lube and held it out for Exile to see.
"How did you...?" Exile started, but trailed off. "So you mean to do it again?"
Hunter's eyebrows met in slight worry and confusion. "You don't?" His voice betrayed the same emotion as his face.
Exile was quick to put down such suspicions. "No, no, that's not it at all. Of course I do, but I was worried...I was worried you wouldn't. You sort of got the short end of that stick last night." His voice dropped even lower then it's normal baritone in shame.
Hunter laughed, his radiant breed showing through. "You only say that out of ignorance. Trust me, I might be a little sore today, but I was in no way cheated last night."
Exile smiled. "I'm glad."
"So, you said you wanted to explore a bit more?" Hunter checked with his mate.
Exile nodded, standing from the table and taking their plates towards the sink. "I defiantly do." he was still a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but only because of it's novelty to his life. He placed the dishes in the bottom of the sink, and turned to find Hunter inches from him.
"And when might you be interested in continuing?" The golden questioned, a sly look slipping into his eyes.
"Whenever there's time." Exile responded, feigning indifference. "Of course, my day's entirely free."
"I've got some stuff to do later," Hunter lied. "but I have the morning free." Then he boldly reached in for the base of Exile's shirt, and began pulling it up towards his head. His white furred, and largely muscles torso never appeared so appealing as it was revealed by the raising shirt. Once his own upper body was free, Exile hugged around Hunter, nuzzling close, and grabbing the back base of his shirt. He pulled it up over the Golden's head, causing him to lean forward a bit.
Hunter followed this motion, and crouched before Exile. He reached out and grasped for the button of the huskies jeans. He quickly undid it more with force then tact, and pulled down the zipper. He bravely pushed a hand in through the opening, and wiggled his fingers through the slit in Exile's boxers. He caught hold of the huskies sheath and balls and pulled them free of their prison. He could see pink popping through the white sheath as he was sure was the same in his pants.
He paused in his mind as his hands began working on Exile's sheath and balls, taunting out the member that lay within. He thought of how such things had never attracted him before, how the thought of what he was about to do once made him gag, but now he couldn't wait. He had been straight by societies every definition of the word. Now he didn't know what he was by their standards, but that didn't really matter. They were free of society and it's stifling labels. He was growing at a rate equal to Exile despite his cocks supposed dormancy within the protective coating of his pants.
Once sufficiently unsheathed, Hunter leaned in, and slowly began to take Exile's cock into his mouth. The pink flesh was warm, even against his tongue as he began working his mouth over and around the cock with the skill of a complete rookie. His tongue was long and good for the job though, and soon he had Exile panting and sweating under his attentions. He pulled back, having only the ability to take in the first four inches of Exile's eight inch cock without gagging. He reached up and pulled Exile's pants to the ground. He then worked the huskies boxers down to join the jeans, and Exile stepped out of both.
"You don't have to," Hunter encouraged Exile, "but if you want to see what it's like. It's your turn." Exile smiled warmly. He moved to the clear kitchen table and laid on it on his back. He noticed that the windows were unguarded and easily accessible to anyone just outside there home. He knew no one would come by, but this visibility exited him. He raised his legs putting weight back on his shoulders, and giving Hunter a clear view of his target and beyond.
Hunter dropped his pants to his ankles, followed by his boxers. He retrieved the lube from the table and covered two fingers with it. He reached out, and leaning close over Exile, began pushing upon the Huskies tight tail hole. Exile slowly gave way and Hunter was able to slip the entirety of both fingers deep into his mate. Exile let out momentary groans and half-gasps, but never made any full sounds. Hunter watched his mate's face carefully and with worry. Compassionate by nature, he would never cause Exile pain on purpose, but soon the looks of discomfort turned to relaxed enjoyment as Exile's white and blue face smiled lazily up at Hunter. It was his sign to go further.
Squeezing a fair amount of lube onto his throbbing member, Hunter shuffled closer in upon Exile. He placed the tip of his cock against the slightly loosened tail hole and gave a bit of pressure. He looked to Exile, who nodded smiling, then laid his head back against the table, bracing himself by grabbing under each side of the table. His muscles were tense, bulging, bulky, and beautiful. Hunter couldn't believe how lucky he was. He started pushing forward. As with the fingers, his cock slowly gained more and more entry into Exile. He pushed very slowly, just as Exile had done for him, allowing time to adjust.
Exile groaned louder then he had with the fingering, but didn't try to stop or resist in any way. Finally, Hunter was all the way in, and he stopped pushing for a moment. Exile breathed deep and heavy. Hunter could feel his quickened pulse around his member. He reached out and rubbed the soft fur on Exile's balls which pushed against Hunter's stomach. He had so much love for the creature before him, he wanted to wait for the go-ahead to continue. It came after only a moment of rubbing those soft orbs in the form of a nod, and Hunter began pulling out of Exile.
Half way out, he pushed back in, then pulled back out. He began fucking Exile with tenderness, resisting the urge to speed up too fast as he worked in and out of the tight tail hole before him. He grabbed onto Exile's hips as he sped up, the slapping sound of his hips and balls meeting Exile's ass, and Exile's balls hitting his stomach filled the room. Exile moaned fully now, enjoying every moment. Pre leaked freely from his cock onto his stomach and chest, matting the fur down.
He moaned again, sending Hunter into climax. Warmth filled Exile as Golden Retriever seed filled him to the brim and beyond. It spilled out onto the table as Hunter continued fucking with unceasing speed. He let out a pent up breath and panted while finishing milking himself into Exile. Exile laid his head back against the table as Hunter pulled his softening member out of him.
He reached out to Exile, and they grasped each other's hands. Hunter pulled him up from the table, and sitting on its' edge Exile's entire seat was drenched now with cum, though he still had yet to be released. Hunter noticed this and quickly went to his knees. Again he wrapped his mouth around Exile's hard cock and began working as best as he knew how. Soon Exile grunted and shot his cum into his friends mouth. Surprised, Hunter pulled away, dodging the shots of cum that followed. He rolled the substance around in his mouth for a moment, wondering at the taste.
"Is it bad?" Exile inquired worriedly.
"No, not really." Hunter said. "Just odd. A new taste."
"I'm glad." Exile smiled.
"You'll get to try it next time." Hunter promised.
Exile looked up hopefully. "Tonight maybe?" Hunter nodded. "I thought you were busy." Exile said.
Hunter winked and turned to retrieve the paper towels. Exile helped him clean up, not bothering to get dressed. His tail hole ached a bit, but it was well worth the pain, and the darkness seemed as far away as ever, only a memory to be left far behind in the past.
"Where did you get that lube?" Exile asked, realizing the obviousness of the question.
"I found it in one of the supply crates they dropped to us this month." Hunter said. "I just went through it this morning looking for butter and found this hidden at the bottom.
"Hmmm, I don't remember ever getting one of those before." Exile said rubbing his chin, then shrugging. "Guess they figure we might be getting lonely."
"Yup," Hunter agreed. "Of course, they're expecting knuckle children."
"No need for those anymore." Exile said smiling.
"So what are we anyway?" Hunter asked. "Are we lovers? Boyfriends? Mates?" He trailed off into silence.
Exile's eyes stared through the ground before his feet. "No more labels." He decided aloud. "We're nothing. We're just us, just living our lives."
"Companions." Hunter decided. "In the truest form of the word."
"Had to prove me wrong when I was trying to be profound." Exile fake complained.
"Someone has to."
"Why?"
Hunter laughed. "You'll think your the only writer around if i don't." They argued in good nature for all the rest of the day, and even into the night. As they worked, as the exercised, and right up until they slept, they conversed, spoke and communed, forgetting for a moment about their earlier promise of continued exploration with the night, but sleeping side by side in the living room they were happy.
Sorry to anyone who read that first version. Due to poor planning i couldn't put everything i wanted to into it 'cause i had stuff to do IRL, so instead of saving it like i should have i just posted it to edit later. Heh, definitely poor planning, but it's fixed now. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.