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The nicest thing about the sunny Saturday afternoon so far was that it was two hours away from the end of Fader's work day, but he'd already been there for four so far, and it was starting to wear on him. The shark's impatience was growing more and more visible by the minute, his tail lashing beneath the water as he treaded in place.

He quickly ducked under the water, checking on his coworker who was much further down by the reefs lining the ocean floor, and waited until he saw the gear-covered cheetah wave back at him before surfacing again. A few moments later, the lithe feline burst from the ocean's surface, taking a moment to shake the water clinging to his head before starting to swim over to the side of the research ship.

"Sheesh, Fader, I thought you were going to scare away all the other fish around here. What's got you so twitchy?"

"Oh, sorry about that." The large shark swam behind the cheetah and waited until the cat had boarded the Wait' n' Sea before hauling himself up afterwards. "Today just feels especially long, is all," Fader said, helping clean up some of the equipment as the feline stripped it off.

"It's all right, I understand," the cheetah chuckled, clapping a hand to the larger male's shoulder. He headed over towards the helm with his notes, stepping inside and starting to speak with the deer manning the wheel.

Meanwhile, Fader sighed and stretched his arms out towards the sky, looking out over the ocean. He didn't hate his job -- in fact, he absolutely loved working as a surveyor -- but today was turning out to be far longer than he wanted. His boss had called him in this morning and asked him very, very nicely if he could cover for a weekend shift because someone had just called in sick, and would completely understand if he couldn't make it on such short notice...but Fader wasn't exactly the best at saying no to his boss asking for help.

The shark dug into his bag and pulled out his phone again, glancing over the series of texts from his friend. Ever since Fader had sent Tharen a text saying he had to cancel this weekend, Tharen's messages had grown more annoyed over the course of the day. A frown crossed his face as he started carefully tapping out a reply on the phone, brainstorming ideas to make up for the missed appointment.

A sudden tap on his shoulder made him jump, and he nearly whirled around before mentally stopping himself, instead just turning his head to see the cheetah behind him. "Hey, Eric wants to talk to you real quick," the cat said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "Also, I'd hang on to something." The shark blinked in confusion, and heard the engine revving as the cheetah grabbed onto the nearby railing with a grin.

Fader quickly headed to the helm and poked his head through the door, ducking down into the small room. He felt somewhat cramped with his seven-foot-something frame, but wedged himself in before clearing his throat. "Uh, you wanted to see me?"

The deer nodded and waved him in while spinning the wheel with his free hand. "Yeah, I just got a phone call about you, Earnest."

The shark frowned when he was called his real name. Normally he'd correct the new hires about his nickname, but he wasn't in the mood to field questions about the choice. "I see. About what, Eric?"

The cervine checked the instruments on the boat before turning to face him. "Well, I was just talking with the boss, and he let me know that I needed to bring you back to the office immediately. Apparently he needs you there for some work before you head out, and was very insistent on that happening." Fader looked even more confused as the deer turned back towards the quickly-approaching coast. "Uh...all right, should I talk to him?"

"He said he'd let you know once we got back. He sounded kind of hurried though."

Eric didn't say anything else, and Fader frowned again as he stepped back outside. At the very least, he could enjoy the wind and smell of the ocean as they drove to the surveyor's office.

It was only ten minutes later when the large shark shuffled through the front door of the office and was immediately stopped by a bull almost as large as himself holding up his hand. "There you are, Fade. If you didn't want to come in today, you could've said no."

"I mean, I guess but you asked, so I figured I should come in and I understand we were short on people today..." He trailed off as the bull waved him off. "It's fine, it's fine. I'm glad you came in, but your buddy Tharen called in and gave me a talking to about that. Said that you were 'married to the job'," he chuckled.

Fader felt his jaw drop, "He what?"

"Oh it's fine, really. I didn't know I was cutting into your time so much, so I figured I should let you have the rest of the day off here." The shark was still recovering as the bull clapped his hand on Fade's shoulder. "Go on, get. I was looking over the work for today and we can handle the rest. Go enjoy yourself, yeah?"

It took a long moment before the shark nodded, finally gathering himself mentally. He ducked into his work area to grab the rest of his things, quickly tossing on a shirt and pair of shorts, before hurrying out of the office. Fader immediately tried calling Tharen and, only getting the voicemail, beelined to his home so he could head over to his friend's condo to see him in person.

Fader's house was only about a mile away from the office and beach itself, so the hurried walk back wasn't too long. The shark turned the corner onto his street and once again was stopped by the car sitting by his home. He instantly recognized the vehicle, and dug his keys out of his pocket to open the door, being greeted with the sounds of cooking from his kitchen.

"Tharen, what are you doing here? Why did you call my boss to pull me out of work?" The shark called out as he walked through the hall towards the kitchen, where a fluffy-maned head poked out of the doorway.

"Because you've been working yourself way too hard, and I know you can't say no to people who need your help." The hybrid ducked back into the kitchen briefly before coming back out, walking up to the shark and poking him in the chest with a grin. "You have to loosen up some. And I've got a good idea for that."

"What do you--" The shark was having serious trouble keeping up with the conversation, but his mind went blank as the hybrid reached down and gave a small squeeze to Fade's groin.

"Dinner's going to take a while, so let's take care of this," he paused to give Fader's groin another squeeze, "first." Tharen grinned wider, then made a wide flourish towards the living room. "After you, of course."

All the shark could do was nod dumbly with a light blush along his cheeks and gills as he half-stumbled forward, Tharen following right behind him as he nudged the shark forward some. "All right, you need to put yourself on the couch and get comfortable." The hybrid stood with his arms crossed, waiting expectantly.

Fade finally collected himself enough to stop before the couch, turning around. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Tharen chuckled. "This is definitely a good idea." He reached up and pushed down on the larger shark's shoulders, guiding him until Fader was finally settled in. Once Tharen was sure the shark wouldn't back out on him, the hybrid sank to his knees, moving his hands to Fade's legs and spreading them out, and the hybrid flared his fingers to mimic his claws as he slowly dragged the tips up from the shark's knees to his inner thighs, carefully watching the fish's reactions.

Fader felt his leg twitch towards Tharen and tensed up the rest of his body in reaction, carefully shifting his leg further away from his partner. However he felt a light slap on his thigh, and looked down towards the hybrid. "Oh come on, you know you don't have to worry so much about your size around me. I'll be careful, promise..." His fingers danced up towards the shark's groin and waist, and Tharen purred when he felt the very sizable bulge already forming. "See? You need to let loose once in a while, Fader."

A claw hooked itself in the top button of the straining shorts, and a quick tug popped it free, with a second clawed finger sliding down smoothly over the zipper. His other hand trailed up underneath the shark's shirt, his claws lightly tracing along the muscles and teasing Fader even more. The hybrid carefully and deliberately peeled back the fabric, grinning wider at the sight of the bulging speedos. "And you didn't even get out of your work clothes. For shame, Fade, for shame. What did I just talk to you about?"

The shark just responded with a huff and he turned his head away, trying to look nonchalant, but his light gasps and clenched jaw proved otherwise as Tharen ran his fingertips over the bulge. The hybrid swore the very tip of his friend's length was going to poke over the edge of the speedo, and he was intent on making that happen as his hands slipped down inside the shark's shorts, teasing along the skin with his claws. More gasps came out from the shark's mouth, and after a couple more minutes of light teasing, he gently bucked his hips up, and the pointed head of his cock finally slipped out of the speedos, making him groan.

Tharen chuckled, and reached up to hook his thumbs into the speedo, pulling it down with the thick length until it released Fader's cock. The heavy shaft smacked back against the shark's abs, and slid the rest of the way out of his slit. The hybrid immediately went to work, one set of fingers wrapping around the head and squeezing gently, while the other hand moved much lower and started pressing at the lip of the shark's slit, barely slipping a claw inside before pulling it out. Tharen's muzzle pressed right by his fingers and flicked his tongue out, circling it around the base of the length and slicking up his lips with the fluids

Fader groaned and leaned his head onto the couch cushion, groaning into the air as his arms draped along the back of the couch. His hips twitched involuntarily, and soon enough dribbles of precum began soaking into Tharen's short fur on his fingers and dripping onto his nose.

"Thaaaat's it..." The hybrid's hand started stroking up and down the long, smooth shaft in front of him, getting most of the shark's cock covered in his own pre, while the hand teasing the slit got the base wet with the fluids still there.

"Okay, maybe...you were right..." Fader huffed out, and Tharen's grin got much wider. He gave a light kiss to the base of the shark's cock, then flared his tongue out and giving a long, slow lick up from the bottom to the very tip. As the hybrid lapped up the pre, Fader's jaw clenched tighter, and a quiet moan slipped out between his teeth, making Tharen chuckle again.

"A little saltier than usual today. Been drinking some of that seawater?" With that, he shifted up and opened his muzzle wide, practically wedging the wide head into his mouth, and clamping his lips tight around the shaft, sucking down any pre left over and teasing out more moans from the shark, who was starting to lose his composure.

It finally took the lion and husky mix's fingers slipping deep into Fader's slit that made him let out a loud "oh, FUCK" that trailed off into a needy moan, and Tharen could swear he felt a shot of pre hit the back of his throat. The hybrid bobbed his head over the first couple inches, wrapping his free hand tight around the remaining shaft and stroking firmly. The fingers still buried in the shark's slit kept pushing in and out and teased the deepest parts of Fader, coaxing out more moans and making him hump into the warm mouth.

Tharen kept up his rhythm, speeding up his jerks and feeling the shark's pre flowing far more freely now into his mouth and throat, and the hybrid had to resist the urge to pull off and lick his lips. He finally tugged his fingers out of Fader, using his slick hand to make his strokes even faster and smoother, and the shark's body twitched in need. Each upward thrust into Tharen's mouth made Fader's abs flex, and the hybrid took a brief moment to appreciate the view of the muscular shark, before he was brought back when his partner's moans started growing more urgent.

Both of the hybrid's hands wrapped around the thick shaft and slowed their pumping, his mouth sucking down hard and making sure his tongue was constantly lapping over the very tip. The shark's hips kept rising up higher and higher until he almost arched off of the couch, and Fader cried out as his climax hit hard. Thick ropes of cum quickly filled Tharen's mouth and throat, and he kept his lips locked around the spasming cock for as long as he could before he pulled off, giving quick pumps upwards with his hands to get as much seed out of the shark as possible. The last few shots splattered on the mix's face, and he finally flicked his tongue out to lick around his mouth as Fader sank back on the couch, panting hard.

"Damn, Tharen," he paused, catching his breath with a few heavy pants, "that was really good..." The shark looked down at the messy hybrid, who had climbed to his feet and started undoing his own pants.

"Good, because I need a little assistance from you." Fader's eyes fell on Tharen's groin, the knotted shaft leaking pre and throbbing insistently.

Tharen grinned, then motioned towards the bedroom, "What do you say we take this to somewhere better suited for something a little more serious? Maybe work some more out of you before dinner?"

Fader returned the sly grin. "Well, I suppose I can try to be serious this time." He kicked off his soaked shorts and speedo, standing up as well. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up some first." The shark followed Tharen through the door and gently shut it behind him for what was already turning out to be a much better day.