London Flats: London Lust
#1 of London Flats
Ya'll know the drill, if you aren't 18 + or don't like male masturbation, please to turn your furryself right back around and go find something else to do...
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The alarm was head splitting loud - or maybe that was just the hang over, the canine thought to himself. He groaned as he lifted his arm, which felt like lead, to slam his paw down on the off button, his eyes trying to focus on the angry numbers. The German Sheperd growled angrily, heaving himself out of the nest of sheets before falling back down across them, his head spinning. He groaned as the train in his head rammed against every possible corner, trying to escape.
Asher tried again, pushing himself up more slowly, taking the time to steady himself on the bedside table where his horrible new alarm sat. He rubbed his temples for a moment, trying to remember why he was to get up at this ungodly hour of 7 a.m. on a depressingly beautiful Saturday. Then it hit him, just as hard as the train in his head, making him reel a bit before finding his balance again. He was supposed to pick up Deliah's brother at the airport. Ash groaned, his paw clutching his white muzzle in thought and in slight dismay. He stared at the phone hard, wishing that Deliah would call and tell him it was okay to sleep in and sleep off his hang over, but no such thing happened. What did happen was that his stomach decided to suddenly start get rid of what little was in it.
As the white German Sheperd scurried for the bathroom, still holding his muzzle in hopes of not throwing up on the beige carpet, the phone rang. Ash knelt, his knees hitting the tiled floor with a cracking sound that would have made him groan if his stomach hadn't decided to finally unleash itself. The vomit stung his throat like something terrible, making him cough before the smell met his sensitive nostrils. His stomach rolled again before he leaned over the porcelain bowl and let loose another nauseating wave of soured alcohol. The answering machine whirred happily as it played his recorded message for the caller to listen to.
"Hello, this is Asher, you've reached me at my flat but I'm not home at the moment, so please leave a message" -beep-
A feline voice echoed loudly through the house, making itself known and making sure it was heard.
"Hey, Asher? Are you there? It's Deliah... Please don't tell me you're still asleep...
-sigh- I hope you've already left but if you're in the shower or something, just so you know, my brother's plane is running a little late. And don't forget, his name is Blair! Call me when you two get home -giggle- if you don't get distracted, I mean. Bye~!"
Ash leaned back, his head resting against the cool tile, his limbs feeling like Jell-o , his fur slightly damp from the efforts of getting to the bathroom in time. He had only been living in London for a few weeks and now he was having to bunk with this Blair person until - well, until he has to go back to the States, it seems. Ash sat there panting for a few moments before getting up to his feet shakily, gripping the side of the tub for support. He let out a quivering breath, his body shivering for a moment in revulsion before he leaned over blindly, covering his nose with one paw as he blindly flushed what was in the toilet.
Opening his eyes when he was sure the debris was cleared, he reached for the can of air freshener and applied it liberally to the area around the toilet and to the rest of the bathroom for good measure, not wanting to have to throw up again. Looking in the mirror, Ash stared at the tall canine before him. He touched his white blond hair that brushed just past his shoulders, softening his face with it's silky sheen before growling hoarsely, his throat still sour tasting, before thrusting both of his paws into the blond mass, pulling it up into a high ponytail before securing it with a wayward hair holder.
Ash looks at himself again, self-loathing welling up in him. When was he finally going to stay clean? What will it take to push him to take that step? He growled at his glaring reflection and flicked the lights off, padding back onto the carpet, back into his bedroom. His bedroom. The title fits the lightly blue room, since its only inhabitants were the bedside table, the bed itself, and the closet. He opened the closet gingerly, waiting for the onslaught of piled boxes and junk that had been over looked too long and needed to be tended to - later. Ash reached into one of these boxes and pulled out a pair of jeans far past the definition of wrinkled and a t-shirt that said "Allergic to Stupid People" in big letters.
He tossed them onto the bed then fought the closet to hold all of his things, pushing it closed with his foot while he hold everything in with his paws, quickly slipping his hands out before the door of the closet slams on them. Ash leaned against it, making sure that the door clicks shut all the way before walking across the room to his clothes. He slipped them on quickly, getting tangled up in the pant legs at his haste, and yanking on the shirt. Crouching down slowly as to not upset his stomach again, he looks for his sandals, reaching under the bed with his hands, inching his body closer to the bed to be able to reach them, before banging his head solidly on the bed frame, causing him to jerk up and hiss in pain. He cursed harshly, digging again for his sandals, careful of his head, before pulling them out victoriously, slipping them on quickly.
Running into the kitchen, his sandals making a slapping noise against the hardwood, Ash grabbed his keys and his wallet before dashing out the door, which locked automatically behind him. Looking at the digital watch attached to his keychain, Ash cursed as the elevator made its infuriatingly slow ascend to his level, he contemplated taking the stairs. Growling at the ancient elevator, he rushed for the door, letting it slam against the wall, startling a few foxes heading up the stairs towards him. He mumbled an apology, his green eyes looking intently at the stairs as he hopped down them, two at a time, sometimes sliding down the railing in an attempt to get to his car.
Finally hitting the ground floor, the door swung back unexpectedly, nearly smacking Ash on the muzzle as two teenagers raced up the stairs, shrieking rude comments back and forth to each other, both lost in their wild chase of each other to apologize to the canine glaring after them. Ash held the door as a woman passed through with a toddler then waved a hello/good bye to the security guard at the front desk, hitting the pavement running.
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The airport was full of moment, with every kind of species imaginable there, furred and non-furred alike, all coming and going in a gentle haze. Blair sat with his guitar in the seat next to him and his duffle bag and suitcases at his feet. His gray tail swished back and forth lazily, as his blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face or a sign that had his name on it. The sun coming from the giant windows of the London International Airport warmed Blair's skin through his long sleeve shirt that had the word Parkour stenciled across it, making him purr a little at the lazy, sleepy feeling it was sending through ever nerve ending in his lean body. His eyes were just about to drift shut when he noticed a white German Sheperd digging around in his pockets. Probably lost his passport or his ticket, the feline mused. He watched, transfixed, as the gentleman began to get frustrated with himself and finally stopped to think, his hand movements making it blatantly clear that he was retracing his steps. At last, the tall Shepard reached in his back pocket and produced what Blair assumed was a photo and seemed to study it, scanning the area.
I hope the guy finds whoever he's looking for, Blair thought, amused at the man's actions and way of doing things. He's probably waiting for an old friend, I suppose, or picking up a relative he hasn't seen in forever. I'm sure his girlfriend is behind him, caught up in the throng of people and because her boyfriend, the sexy canine he was, was in a hurry. Blair smiled at the thought of a girl coming towards him, obviously dwarfed in size and wrapping her arms around that muscular arm. The thought made him close his arctic blue eyes and chuckle, the thought of that mountain of a dog with a mouse of a woman. Blair wiped his eyes, still chuckling a little when a shadow fell across him and he blinked, staring up into green eyes.
"Uh, excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Deliah's brother, would you?" The German Sheperd had his ears tilted back, his paws fairly wringing at the picture, but that wasn't what caught Blair the most. The canine seemed pale, even for his coat and he seemed to be sweating but not from the run to reach him in time.
"Yeah, I'm Blair. And you are...?" Blair extended his paw as he stood, smiling what he hoped was a caring smile and a friendly one. The Sheperd's ears tilted forward a little before laying down flat again, taking the feline's and giving it a firm shake, releasing it quickly, but not before Blair saw his trembling paw.
"I'm ,um, Asher, you're new roommate, I suppose." Blair watched as Asher reached down and grabbed the duffle bag, slinging easily over his shoulder before taking the handle of the roll-around suitcase, leaving Blair to get his guitar and his carry-on bag. The canine made a clear path with his buff frame, people scurrying out of his way as if a little afraid of him. Blair pondered about this. Surely the dog couldn't be more than 6 foot 4 inches. Blair was 6 foot 5 inches but he wasn't as muscular as this guy was and wasn't built to part crowds like this, but this Asher was.
They made their way, slowly but surely, to the doors of the airport, where various companies of taxis all sat idling, waiting for a customer, in between two of those taxis sat a red Mazda. Asher was already opening the trunk for the bags, his shirt damp from sweat as if going through the crowd was harder than it looked. Blair's ears went back as he wondered about his new roommate, his tail curling around his ankle thoughtfully. He was so caught up in his thoughts that when Asher appeared, as if out of nowhere, he jumped back, then fell, his tail having tripped his other foot, making his bags go sprawling. Blair cringed, letting out a surprised hiss at the sudden falling, only to be caught by two large, white paws. They stayed there for a moment, Asher bracing his feet as hard as he can, bent at an awkward V position, his paws around Blair's slim arms, looking as if he was about to pitch forward on top of him. A few furs stopped to watch the antics of Asher and Blair before one of them rushed forward, crouching behind Blair and pushing him up a little, giving Asher better leverage to pull the other fur upright.
Blair turned and graciously thanked the kind raccoon, who in turn blushed, and waved a farewell, heading off with a pretty fox attached to his arm. Asher, on the other hand, was blushing through his pale fur, trying to hide it as he crouched down and whisked the guitar and the carry-on bag into the car's trunk, closing it with a loud bang before walking to the driver's side door, fumbling with his keys. Blair looked at the canine curiously, wondering what had made him blush like that before watching Asher sway, clutching his head a little, gripping the top of the car for dear life.
"Are you okay?" Blair's voice reached Ash's in a haze as the world spun and his head screamed in pain, but he kept his muzzle clamped shut. Jerking the door open, he told his body to shut up and climbed behind the wheel, the sitting doing him good. He shut the door as silently as he could, fearing the noise reverberating through the car would be enough to make him want to throw up again. The door to the passenger side opened and Blair slid into the seat next to him, watching him closely, worry emanating from every line of his body. The Sheperd just smiled a little at him and asked him to shut the door quietly. Starting the car and backing it expertly, the two furs departed from London International Airport.
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The lock wiggled, not giving way to Ash's flat key, making him growl in frustration, juggling the bags while Blair watched on silently. Suddenly, Blair touched his shoulder, pulling him away from the key he was about the jam and taking the key out of the door. Examining it, Blair fit it back in, pushing it in as snugly as it would go and turned it, applying a little pressure on the lock, just enough that when it swung open, he stumbled a little. Looking around him, the big grey feline was impressed at what he saw.
On the way here, Asher had told him that he'd been living in London for a couple of weeks now and that his flat wasn't the best places - what an understatement! As he entered, Blair was faced with a living room, the size alone impressive. It could have easily been converted into three bedrooms with plenty of room to spare. As Blair stepped down three small steps into the living room, the wall he had assumed was a plain wall slid back, showing him a beautiful view of London as large windows from ceiling to floor with a pair of glass doors leading out to a little porch like thing, that extended about 100 feet from the building into the air, plants scattered everywhere around a outside table and chair set and an enormous Jacuzzi.
He looked around at the rest of the living room, tilting his head a little at the plum walls that were off set with gold-framed pictures of some very popular places around London, such as Big Ben and other historical landmarks. The carpet, the standard beige found in almost any apartment home - or flat in this mater - was off set by this deep red couch that had gold and plum pillows scattered fashionable around the L-shape of it. The plasma TV hanging on the wall drew his eyes to the speakers hanging in all the corners and three positioned around the couch, preparing the viewer for the best surround sound quality. Blair moved around the couch, his paws trailing against the silk pillows as Asher, blushing, took his things to his new room. Sitting down experimentally, Blair looked at the assortment of things on the glass table in the center of all the focal points of the room. On it was a subscription to a popular furry magazine and today's London Times, along with an assortment of remotes. Turning, Blair spotted the hidden DVD player and stereo, cleverly hid in a black cabinet that, if it had been closed, would have looked like a liquor cabinet.
Reluctantly, the feline stood, following the Shepard down the hallway, glancing into the various rooms. Right next to the living room was a kitchen a little bit smaller in size than the living room but just as grand. The walls sported a gentle green, almost spinach green but lighter, watered down. The cabinets gleamed, so sort of wood that when stained leaves a beautiful honey color, accented with silver handles. In fact, every appliance inhere was chrome, from the dishwasher to the stove. Marble covered the counters, in a darker green than the walls. Blair's stomach growled a little at him but he paid no attention, looking into the room right across the hall from the kitchen.
It went on like this from room to room until he opened a door and saw a plain blue room, light blue. It seemed fairly empty except for a bed and what looked to be an alarm clock. Blair never got to explore this room as a paw snaked around him and pulled the door shut firmly. Turning, the cat's ears went back a little at the German Sheperd's annoyance, and started to clear his throat to apologize when the canine growled, before stalking off down to the end of the hallway, a few rooms away.
"It seems you've helped yourself to a tour so I won't bother. This," the canine said, pushing the door open until Blair heard it bang against the wall, "is your room. If you need anything, I'm usually in the room you just snooped into. Bathroom is right here, next to the other guest bedroom, and that room, with the red sign on it, is the game room." The canine swayed, making the feline take a few hurried steps towards him in worry before the canine righted himself, glaring at him. Stalking past, Asher pushed his door open and slipped in, shutting it and leaning against the door, letting out a sigh. Living with that sexy creature staring at him with such compassion was going to be hard not to take advantage of. For all he knew, this Blair fellow has never been with a man before and most likely was straight. Damn the gods for building such a beautiful beast and putting it in his grasp but firmly out of reach.
Falling backwards onto his bed, Asher sighed again, his head swimming a little and his body reacting to the thought of that cat beneath him, sucking on him, anything, as long as it was with that particular feline. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper the down, Ash wiggled his hips, feeling the fabric work it's way down his thighs, finally slipping to his ankles as the wiggling pushed them over the edge of the bed and his knees. The canine panted a little stroking himself through the slick fabric of his boxers, making his cock harden expectantly.
Ash growled a little, before pushing his boxers down impatiently, looking down at the tip of his canine cock, glistening with a little pre-cum, the sight of it making him wrap his paw firmly around it. Slowly, he worked his sheath down as blood rushed into his cock, making it pulse and grow longer and harder, pre-cum started to come out steadily. Ash's rough pads still moving up and down as his knot finally moves free of the sheath, he finally lays his head against his pillow, his eyes closing as he thought of that feline and his body that seemed firm - so firm, not an ounce of fat.
The thought of Blair's tail wrapping around his body, pulling him closer, made him groan, almost feeling the silky fur brushing against his own coarser fur. The thought of the cat wanting him in return made him tighten his paw almost painfully hard around his length as he increased the rhythm, his breathing quickly becoming punctured with groans at the thought of seeing that silky fur, feeling it against his entire body. Ash could just feel the cat's dainty claws digging into his shoulders as Ash took him, pulling him close, making him thrust harder into the cat. He could feel the muscles of Blair's tailhole tightening around his long, hard cock, taking all of it in as deep as he could, making his knot swell.
Blair came down the hall, hearing something that sounded like a nightmare coming from his companion's room. He opened the door a sliver, then a little wider at the sight. The Shepard was gripping his slick cock and pumping it hard, his large paw almost unable to wrap around his member, working faster and faster up and down his length. The grey feline's ears twitched forward a little, trying to catch the words being mumbled and groaned out by the canine, and when he did understand them, Blair felt himself start to harden within his pants.
"Oh... shit, Blair... do that aga - oh, you bitch, grind down on it... beg for it, you sexy pussy... take it all, just like that..." Blair watched, his ears keenly listening for more as the big dog started thrusting into his own hand, pre-cum coming down in a steady flow to soak the pale paw, Asher's back arching into each thrust faster and faster. Without a warning, the canine let out a strangled howl, his hips still thrusting up hard against his hand, Asher milking himself as cum shot up, soaking the bed and matting the fur around his stomach. Blair could smell the cum from the door and felt himself sway, taking a half step towards the intoxicating scent before backing up. He could see the large cock pulse, shooting more cum, twice, thrice, until the knot, seeming empty, let out a small stream that soaked the dog's paw and balls. Asher lay there, seeming exhausted, his breathing ragged, letting his entire body tingle with the idea of that sweet feline.
Blair shut the door silently, even though he was sure that Asher was too far-gone to worry about a little sound. Leaning against the wall, he reached down touching his own bulge that was painful in the constraining pants. His eyes closed, remembering the canine's panted words about him, making him groan as he felt himself start to unsheathe and Blair hurried to his room, needing to release himself.
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To be continued... (working on it right now and nearly finished!)
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