And It All Comes Down
#35 of Hockey Hunk Season 3
The Victory drama continues!
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A little bit late this time, but I must say, I was deep in the flow with this one, and while this chapter turned very different from what I had thought it would look like when I'm finished, I have to admit that I am very happy about this chapter, and I think that I managed to do some fun things with it. But that might be just me. You're the judges, of course, so don't forget to comment, y'all!
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G
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Well...wow.
Here I was, once again about to tell him how fucking sorry I was about all the stinking crap I'd slung into his direction with all the stupid ship I had done, but Victor, ever the wise and big and important, didn't give me a chance.
The kiss tasted a lot like coffee, and Victor, and his paws were grabbing a hold of me where they landed, on my chin and on my arm and suddenly he was leaning towards me as well, not letting me escape the kiss he had initiated, even when my head tried to move backwards out of sheer surprise. Our lips were in contact, soft, moist, eager, you name it, mine too, as soon as the initial shock wore off and I knew only Victor.
We didn't do much, besides taking turn at the kiss, simply holding onto each other's arms and sides and my chin and simply traded the kiss back and forth and kept the warmth flowing. And it really was getting warm on that couch, with so much body heat being generated by one pissed-off Dobie and one surprised, pent-up lion, that it wasn't long before my shirt collar felt damp.
I tried to tell myself that it was crazy, that we shouldn't, that we weren't thinking clearly, whatever, anything to explain what was happening, but I really couldn't know anything but the warm return of the presence I had missed for weeks and cursed myself for losing so many damn times.
But we were kissing now and it felt great and went on for an unspecified time, and my tail flicked about wildly, against the couch, Victor's nearest leg, the floor, too, and my crutches too, which then decided to collapse and crash onto the floor with a metallic clatter. That perked my ears, and Victor's too, and being one of surprise, it did the same for his lopsided eye as well, which probably hurt, for he suddenly "umhph!"ed into the kiss, and our muzzles separated.
We both breathed hard, stared at one another, blinked, stared, swallowed, and Victor let go of my chin, and I steadied my paws on his arm and his back, and we kept on looking. Victor's eyes were firm and they were fixed on mine, and he breathed warmly, and washed my whiskers with that caffeinated aroma, for a few moments, before his brow suddenly knit and he heaved himself back into a proper sitting position on his side of the couch.
I tucked my tail close to my legs and waited for the inevitable.
"Damn it," Victor rumbled and rubbed the side of his muzzle, breathing hard.
His grimace made me wonder whether he was in pain, or simply displeased with the situation, as a whole, or for what just happened, and I had to ask. I went for the former first.
"Are you hurt?" I asked.
I wanted to put my paw back to his arm, for comfort and simply so that I could touch my favorite Dobie once again, but I held myself back, just because I hadn't checked the other alternative yet.
Victor snorted loudly, teeth bared by the flow of air.
"Of course I'm hurt," he said.
I still wasn't sure whether that meant physically or just in the "Rory did the bad thing" way that I was surely guilty of.
I huffed.
"Sorry."
Victor's teeth became visible again, and this time he looked directly at me, rather than staring at the wall of my apartment plastered with lovingly mother-framed pictures of me.
Such a comfort, surely.
"Quit with the sorry, please," the Dobie rumbled. "You're reaching the saturation point with that one for me."
What an interesting way to put it, I thought, my eyes carefully on his, with my tail fidgeting between my footpaws. My stomach was definitely not feeling good with all the flutters there, either.
"I..."
Well, I wasn't going to fall into that trap now that I'd been chastised. That's why I simply flopped my ears down and made a pouty face to tell him that I was sorry without actually uttering the word.
"I don't like it either," I said.
"Good," Victor snapped.
We kept grumbling and huffing mutually for a few extra moments. The air between us seemed sour again, at the time - had the adrenaline of Victor's rushing escape from the clutches of Nurse COBB and my own dash to meet him worn off now, replaced by a slow descent back into the offish atmosphere from before? Had that same chemical imbalance driven us into the kiss as well?
"Good," I huffed.
Victor's good ear snapped in my direction. My tail batted his leg, accidentally. Victor grumbled. I made a face.
"No it's not," he snorted.
"I guess not," I replied.
Victor's claws rattled against the armrest of my little couch, and I could see the tension there, too.
"I hate being angry," he said. "I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling angry and hurt and like I don't know what to do!"
I watched him, and listened him grown and rumble, and felt that familiar pang of guilt in me. I had brought this on. I had made it happen. Was it up to me to try to make it better, too? I wasn't sure if I knew how to. Thinking about it was making me feel quite flared up as well. My furs were spiking and my tail wouldn't rest itself down. I guess Victor's temper was infectious, getting me slowly worked up as well.
"What do you want to do then?" I huffed.
Victor gave me a look. I persevered.
"It's no good like this," I said, waving my paw to indicate us, and the whole situation. "It's fucking useless."
"I damn well know that," Victor snapped his teeth.
I let out another deep breath.
"So let's do something about it," I said.
"What?" Victor snorted.
"Anything but this," I snarled. "This isn't going anywhere."
"It sure as hell isn't!" Victor growled.
I rubbed my paw through my head furs.
"I don't know what else to do or what else to say," I said. "I'm sorry I messed things up by being a blind idiot and letting Colin kiss me! I'm sorry I liked it because it felt damn good, but I also told the damn tiger that I didn't want to do anything like that with him."
There we go.
Victor opened his muzzle to snap something out, but I held fast, and waved a paw close to his lips, to make sure he'd listen.
"And I'm fucking sorry that it's made your life so miserable recently and that it made things to fall apart between you and Cobb too and it's my fault and I don't want to -"
I did see him moving - he's a big guy and he isn't a cartoon character, but it was still remarkably fast, the way he levered himself up from his corner and slammed himself onto me again.
For a brief second I thought he was going to hit me or something, but no, it was his muzzle again, hot against mine and with his tongue plugging my vocal cords into submission by its hot slide between my lips.
I went from soft to hard during the few seconds I sat there, frozen and with a massive amount of Dobie on me, dominating me with that very simple, singular contact of his muzzle on me. He was so close that there was no missing that damn bulge on my pants digging onto his belly, too.
His breath felt like a fur dryer, huffing all over my own flushed face, when we finally parted. His paw rested against my shoulder.
My eyes must've been as wild as his.
"Is this the only damn way to make you stop saying it?" Victor growled between his teeth.
I didn't struggle. I didn't move. I just looked up to him, and breathed, as steadily as I could. Victor was still rumbling very deeply.
"Why don't you want me to say it?" I almost panted.
"Because it's not helping!"
I huffed.
"Shouting isn't going to be making you feel any better either," I said.
He glared at me, and leaned closer again.
This time my paw was faster, and caught his chin, gently, but with enough firmness to stop the impending crash of Victor's lips onto mine. Sure, the kiss had been the first real sexual contact I'd had in weeks, and I was really into it, I had the boner to prove that, but I wasn't going to let myself go down that alley again.
"Neither is this," I murmured.
But Victor wasn't Graham. He was genuinely distressed, tired, sad and broken and wanted the comfort of my body, unlike Graham, whose only needs were those of his dick and, and his motives concerned with maintaining the semblance of a civilized egalitarian relationship. That wasn't Victor. That wasn't me. The temptation wouldn't be given over to.
Victor's teeth looked vicious as he bared them in displeasure, and then shoved himself back into his corner of the couch by giving himself a bit of a push from my shoulder. It smarted a little, but I didn't think it was something he did on purpose. It wasn't violent. It was just there.
The Dobie harrumphed and avoided my eyes.
"Either you believe that I want to be with you, or you don't," I said. "It's the only thing I can say. I'm ashamed about what happened and what's been going on, but I've told you everything I felt and did, and I can't do anything else. I'm not going to try to take the pain away with fucking either. Been there done that kind of a thing for me, too."
I bit my teeth together and fell silent. I didn't want to say anything else, because it could have upset Victor more. It could have very well put me into an ever worse state of mind. I tried to concentrate on breathing and avoiding the feeling of my boner rubbing against the fabric of my pants instead. I didn't succeed too well on either one.
Victor made a face and snorted in my direction.
"Who the hell said anything about fucking?" the Dobie huffed.
I pointed my index finger towards my groin and huffed.
"If that wasn't an attempt at makeup sex then I don't know what is," I said. "And I'm not really sure I'm into angry kisses either, even if it did feel damn fantastic!"
Victor snorted.
"I told you -"
"You could have told me to just shut the hell up!" I breathed through my spit-slickened lips. "You didn't have to - "
For a moment, I thought he was going to make another lunge for it, because his expansive upper body shifted on the couch. I even lifted my paw in readiness to repel the kiss invasion, even if it probably was going to make Rory Jr. weep. Instead, he heaved himself up to his footpaws and stepped forward, almost colliding with my TV stand.
I tried not to look at his extremely nice ass while he walked over, paced through the small confines of my apartment, and then turned to face me again, a couple yards away, glaring down to me on the couch.
"I had to."
"Why?" I asked innocently.
Victor's good ear flicked.
"Because you wouldn't shut up," he said. "And then when it felt so damn good I wanted to make sure I can do it without wanting to strangle you instead of wanting to be humped by you against the wall!"
That damn Dobie imagination and the mental pictures that declaration put through my mind for the briefest of moments.
Victor threw his paws in the air and snorted.
"And I do want to, so I guess that answers it for you!"
I watched with my muzzle a little agape.
"Yeah!" the Dobie hacked.
I blinked, and folded my paws demurely to cover the somewhat obvious bulge in my pants, without trying to further stimulate that damn leonine sausage into further acts of mischief with my manual ministrations.
I had to admit that this Victor was damn sexy, even if he wasn't too happy about the fact that it had made him feel sexy too.
"I never stopped wanting to," I said. "And I never wanted to hump Colin, against any surface, or against any part of his body!"
Victor began to laugh. The Dobie laughed so hard that it was probably threatening to burst his newly healing ribs, as much as it almost made the windows rattle, I suspected, and my ears were definitely seeking the solace of the crown of my head. He laughed, snorted and almost right on barked, going at it while standing there and shaking his head in disbelief. I just kinda stared.
"What a fucking disaster," Victor said. "What a mess?"
"What now?" I asked.
Victor gave me a look.
"It all comes down to humping, doesn't it? Jealousy and humping?" he stated, watching me carefully.
What sage words.
"I guess it does," I answered, tentatively, after a moment to make sure my voice was steady. "To all what you mentioned."
"Humping," Victor snorted again.
"I don't have the habit of humping anyone else when I'm with someone I'm interested in," I answered. "That's who I am."
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