Contemplation
#30 of Hockey Hunk Season 5
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Hello, chocolate chip cookies,
and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! It's Friday, and it's time for another chapter of this series - and boy, am I on the roll! I've had so many new ideas recently, this season truly is picking up the pace and the drama, and I'm already well into planning season 6, too, so don't fear this story ending any time soon yet! *chuckle*
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Due to the topic matter of this chapter, and the upcoming World AIDS Day on December 1, as a public service announcement, I shall leave here a link to a quality source about sexually transmitted diseases, their prevention, their symptoms, and where to get more information on them. In English only, but I think you'll probably know English if you got this far. *chuckle*
Remember to wear the condom, be trustworthy to your partner, don't get too wild, get tested, and stay safe!
With that out of the way, I hope you have an interesting read!
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"Hmmmmmphhh..." Victor rumbled, warm and...sexy...unquestionably so, "that was nice...."
"Uh huh?" I breathed, over my mount...heh.
"Yeah..." he replied, flicking a friendly ear at me, "you got me pretty close...wow..."
"Really?" I asked, curiously.
I knew it wasn't something everyone could do...either for yourself, I mean, being that sensitive down there that you could pop from just being stroked from the inside, or...being talented enough a partner to manage to make it happen for the recipient party...me doing it like that must've been something of an accomplishment. Maybe one day I'd manage to do it all the way...paws-free.
Murr.
"Yeah," he chuckled a little, roughly, sexily, making me twitch inside him, even moments after having my fun, "felt reeeeally good."
"I'm glad," I smiled, nuzzling his shoulder again, relaxing, "Really liked it too..."
"Obviously..." he chuckled, squeezing a bit down on me, making me moan, and roll my hips again, inside his warm, slick heat.
"Hah, yeah..." I smiled, rubbing his arm gently.
We stayed like that for a moment, just relaxing, until Victor spoke again.
"Can I get to my back?" he said. "I wanna cuddle a bit and then do something else."
Well didn't that sound promising...
"Sure," I chuckled, grudgingly putting my paws down to the bed so that I could prop myself up before moving backwards, slowly letting my post-orgasmic body roll off him, as sad as that was, though the cuddles to come were surely going to more than make up for it.
I grabbed the base of my dick and slowly pulled out with a familiar plop, my shaft bouncing up against my belly on its internal springs. I spent a few moments there, watching the spectacle of Victor's cute back there clenching like I knew such body parts behaved after having something....hmm...stuffed in there, and he did not fail...damn that was always a sexy sight...those muscled contractions forcing out a little trickle of the clear lube...
...and something else...
I froze, my ears literally stopped mid-flick as I stared...and looking down, over my lap, I saw that the clear plastic was cloudy with my emissions...and....with my fingers giving it a small tug, the pinkness of my tip appeared, straight through a tear in the condom.
"Shit!" I hissed.
Victor chuckled lazily.
"Hope that's not literally..." he chuckled as he rolled onto his back.
I just pointed at myself, and looked at him, and saw that he saw, and...and he didn't look at all happy anymore.
"Uhh...no..."I mumbled.
"Damn," his ears flicked back quickly.
Rory Junior began to deflate at record speed, I thought, with the broken condom hanging off it like...like a nasty reminder.
"Uhh...wait..." I said, leaning over the bed to pick up the packet of baby wipes I kept there...they were good for various things, including...post-private-fun clean-up, with that little bit of dampness and a gentle scenting that would hide any naughty smells...
I put the packet down, and both of us grabbed some. I wrapped it around myself and pulled the stupid condom free, and there really was no denying that it'd split right over the tip...could've put my thumb through it, I thought wryly. Victor dabbed himself under the tail and then tossed the wipe down to the bed and sat down onto the bed, back against the wall. He was quickly retreating into his sheath, too, and his face...wasn't cheerful at all. I started to feel chilly, crouching there, naked, not at all aroused anymore, and just...worried.
"Would...uh..." I muttered, "should you maybe...wash or something?"
"Probably wouldn't make a difference," he replied.
My ears flicked a little, and I tried to look him in the eye. It wasn't exactly comfortable.
"Well, I'm...clean," I said, with as much conviction as I could put into my nervous voice, "I had everything tested after I dumped Graham and I've only been with a couple of guys since, and that's over several years. I was always safe."
He huffed.
"So that's still several years since you got tested?" Victor questioned.
"During the past year or so, I've only been with Peter and you. I don't sleep around," I explained. "And I know Peter is safe, because he's got literally tested for every possible infection, he's obsessed about it."
Okay, so probably not so good to rub in his face the fact that me and Peter were friends with benefits until as of very recent...especially not in this kind of situation, when there really was the possibility of some complications. I was...a bit shocked, but mostly worried about Victor...he'd had a scare like this before, didn't he, and he'd actually caught something...I trusted him to be clean, I was clean, but...but damn...if he was going to feel really bad about this...
"I'm sorry," I said, my ears drooping, "I guess this ruined the weekend now...I should've checked the packet more carefully, I guess..."
Victor harrumphed, and scratched his chest, looking displeased.
"Yeah," he said.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I'll get tested tomorrow, if that helps. Does it?"
Victor let out a deep breath, but then nodded.
"Yeah, I think we should get tested," he said.
I frowned.
"Are you...maybe worried I gave you something?" I said. "Or are you worried that I caught something from you?"
The Dobie harrumphed.
"I just hate when something like this happens," he said.
My ears were still flat, but I managed a nod.
"That gave me a jolt, too," I said, as I sat down onto my haunches, facing him still, naked as both of us were, but any kind of sensuality was long gone now, "but I guess we'll just have to see?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, Rory," he said, "it's just...I don't know...this just feels...really bad."
"I know," I said, frowning now, hearing the discomfort clearly in his voice, of course, "but we can sort this out, can't we? We'll just call the hospital tomorrow or something and get tested, right? They can do it quickly?"
"I know they can," he said.
We were quiet for a moment, before I waved a paw at him, and spoke up.
"Can I come next to you?" I asked.
He nodded, and shuffled a little to make room, and I moved over, to settled next to him on the bed, with him by the wall. I put my paw onto his thigh and smiled to him, and nuzzled the side of his muzzle, which he somewhat slowly returned, too. I wanted to sigh.
"Is this because of what happened with your ex?" I asked.
Victor shook his head.
"Sorry, just makes me think if you can ever really trust someone...or ever know..."
That sounded hurt...he sounded hurt...and I...felt a little bit hurt, being...suspected, like that, I suppose, I guess that was the message it carried. That he still wouldn't trust that I was only going to be with him now. After all I'd said and all that we'd gone through now? Guy got some issues alright, damn!
"Well that's how I do it," I said, "always been one guy kind of a fur, I think, "when it comes to relationships. Graham wasn't, and since our views didn't coincide, I gave him the boot."
I just couldn't stand it...the idea of someone saying they loved me and would still come home smelling of some random guy...and still saying that we were perfect for each other...and that we could work it out with out love...just...had to give each other some freedom.
Maybe I didn't want that much goddamn freedom.
"Yeah," he said.
"And I've always been careful," I said, "with...everyone I've been with, recently."
"We'll still have to get tested," he said.
Did he really worry that he might have something? I hadn't really asked him about...well...you didn't just slam that question to someone's face? "Do you have a lot of random sex partners, Victor?" Oh, God, something Cobb could ask...in a worst case scenario, that was. There was no way Victor was going to let him hear about this...I sure as hell hoped so...having Cobb start giving safe sex advice would be about as embarrassing...or even more so of having someone like my dad start giving you safe sex advice about gay sex he'd read on the internet...or even asked a gay friend, apparently.
Had to give to that to him, for that kind of balls. Shame I hadn't inherited such gonad power from dad...or mom, for that matter.
*sigh*
"Sure," I said, "and then we'll know that we're both clean and we don't have to freak out if something like this happens when we're going at it, or the like."
I wouldn't mind the peace of mind in that respect. Not so much thinking about the possibility of going at it without protection, not so much, it always seemed to make things a bit easier, at least in my mind, playing it safe. Never saw it as a big problem for me, or anything less intimate or less fun. I wasn't sure about Victor's disposition, though, but I was sure he too would be glad to know that no harm had been done anywhere except our nerves.
I squeezed his thigh a little, and hoped that'd turn the frown on his muzzle upside down. It didn't have quite that effect yet, but I felt a little better.
"Did you ever have that happen to you before?" I asked. "I don't think I ever had that problem...at least I can't remember."
"A couple of times, I guess," he said.
"Guess they're only just so good," I snuffled. "Maybe I'll get a new packet, if those can't be trusted. Maybe try another brand."
"I'm sure it was just bad luck," he mused. "They do have to test them for leaks, I guess."
"Still never had one break like that," I said, "I hope I didn't break it somehow when putting it on..."
Victor harrumphed.
"It doesn't really get much better if we just keep talking about it," he said.
"Probably not," I flicked an ear at him.
What a change of pace...from hot butt-humping to just sitting there, naked and feeling like crap and sighing and staring at the uninteresting wall of my apartment. Even the warmth of our sides pressing together didn't do much. It would've been nice if it wasn't for the nerves...for the...suckiness of the situation. This sucked. STDs sucked. Even imagining them sucked.
"Sorry," Victor rubbed his muzzle before looking at me," didn't really need this drama. I know I'll get enough with Cobb the moment I step in through the front door."
I could...imagine...
HEY HEY BROTHER SO YOU'RE BACK FROM YOUR SEX HOLIDAY WITH YOUR GAY BOYFRIEND HAHAHAHA I PUT A PILLOW DOWN TO YOUR FAVORITE CHAIR YOU KNOW WHY HEHEHEH I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS GET UP TO AND I HOPE THEY ALL LOVED MY PRESENTS ILL CRY IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE MY PRESENTS SO WHY ARENT YOU TELLING ME IF THEY LOVED THE GIFTS AND WHY ARENT YOU COMFORTING ME IM STILL SHAKING FROM MY GAY EXPERIENCE I HAD NO IDEA TATE WAS GAY MAYBE THEY TURNED HIM GAY IN THE ARMY OR DO YOU THINK HE WAS GAY ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD VICTOR ALL THOSE TIMES IN THE LOCKER ROOM AND ALL THOSE HUGS AFTER FOOTBALL GAMES OH MY GOD DO YOU THINK HE WAS HITTING ON ME BACK WHEN WE WERE IN HIGH SCHOOL DO YOU THINK HE TRIED TO DO THINGS TO ME BACK THEN OH MY GOD WHAT DO WE DO ARE YOU SURE HE WONT TRY TO TURN ME GAY ARE YOU SURE THAT YOU CANT CATCH GAY FROM A KISS OH MY GOD VICTOR WHY ARE YOU CRYING VICTOR IS YOUR ASS THAT SORE?
Oh Jesus....
I hugged him, gently, one armed, not forcing too much of myself on him, just enough so that I could hive him a nice little squeeze and snuggle his shoulder with my chin.
"I'll come with you in a flash if you'll ask me to," I whispered, against my better judgment.
"I appreciate that," he patted my back, "but you know it'd only make things worse."
"I know," I rumbled.
"Sorry," he said.
"Sorry," I said.
We sat there for a moment like that.
"I think I'll have to go shower and then get to it before Cobb gets cranky," he said, "I'm surprised he isn't phoning me every five minutes by now wondering whether we skidded off the highway or something."
"I guess so," I said.
He climbed out of the bed and I got one final look on his backside, and wondered when I'd get that pleasure again.
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