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The hustle and bustle of the evening rush at the bar was finally settled, and the last of the patrons were making their drunken way out the door. Drink cups were scattered about old, musty tables and left upon the bar, mostly empty, but a couple full, wasted drinks remained, meaning that for Bones, there was more work to be done that night.

"I never will understand why people spend six bucks on a pint of booze just to leave it sitting at the bar with just a couple sips gone," the collie murmured to himself, having taken another closing shift at the bar, meaning another night where he likely wouldn't be home until four in the morning, at least, and that was if he decided not to have anything more to drink. Knowing that the night had been winding down and that the bar had been doing exceptionally well lately, Bones had no issue pouring himself a rum and coke, but his was made with top shelf liquor, and a fresh bottle of cola that he kept stocked in the bar fridge, especially for his own devices.

It was also his fourth of the night already, and the bar was starting to tilt just a little bit, in his vision.

"And I'll never understand why you take these closing shifts!"

Bones whirled around slowly, sure that he'd seen the last of his patrons exit the bar, but sure enough, there was still a straggler. Before he could yell at the person to get out of the bar before he called the cops, however, he felt a warm smile creeping across his lips at the sight of an old friend. "Iridon...why am I not surprised that you managed to sneak your way in here?"

"Because you're already too busy drinking away the profits of your work night to notice guys like me sneaking in the place. You're just lucky that I locked the doors behind me!"

Iridon wasn't exactly a ninja, by sneaking standards, but he was quiet enough to slip in the door when the rest of the weekend drinking crowd slipped out without giving Bones any sort of a notice. A stylish jackal, he was seen then as he often was, wearing a vest and cargo pants of grey with an indigo trim, his long, flowing hair pulled back into a thin ponytail, and an Ankh hung from his neck.

Bones was drinking in the sight of his friend as he took a sip of the drink in his paw. "This is my special reserve...doesn't cost the bar a dime," he pointed out, narrowing his eyes. "And you better have locked the doors. I don't need another stupid drunk sneaking in here and causing me trouble tonight...you're more than I can handle as it is!"

"Rude," Iri, as Bones often called him, muttered, blowing a quick raspberry at Bones to show his sarcasm. "But if it's really that special, think you can spare a drink for a close friend?"

"I could," Bones quickly replied, but he then picked the bottle up in his free paw and looked over the label. "But this clearly says 'no jackals' on it. Something tells me that you shouldn't drink it."

Iri rolled his eyes and walked across the bar, leaning over the edge of it and looking Bones right in the eyes. Blue orbs met with silver, each pair of eyes radiant with playfulness as Iri leaned in a little closer. "Really? Not gonna let me have a little sample, at the very least?"

Standing just barely taller than Iridon, Bones was able to hold the bottle just inches out of his reach by lifting it up in the air. "I suppose if you asked nicely, I'd pour you a small shot..."

A paw reached out as Iridon tugged at Bones' collar, pulling him a little closer, but he still couldn't lower the bottle into his grasp. Still, he knew it might fire Bones up a little bit and persuade him to hand the bottle over. "And if I don't feel like asking nicely?"

"Unless you can hop over this counter and steal yourself a drink," Bones murmured, his voice fading into a low rumble, "You're not getting a damn thing out of me, Iri!"

"If you insist..."

Iri acted as deposed as he could, huffing and blowing a strand of his hair out of his vision. He played the part perfectly, acting as though it was a chore for him to literally climb up and over the bar top, landing on the other side and immediately lowering to his knees.

"Uhm...that's not putting you any closer to getting a drink, Iri."

Iri licked his lips, eyes narrowing in the gentle gleam of painted steel that was Bones' zipper. "Oh, yes it is."

A little bit slow on the uptake thanks to his over-consumption, Bones shrugged it off and took another sip of his drink. It turned out that his sips were more equivalent to the average gulp, as his glass was already almost empty, but he was already out of special cola to mix into his drink. "Whatever you say, Iri...guess I don't really need cola for this stuff, anyway. I can drink it straight."

"So can I," Iri said cheekily, yanking the belt around Bones' waist completely free and leaving it dangling. His crafty, quick paws unbuttoned and unzipped the offending jeans in front of him, and already, Iridon was hit with a gentle rush of male aroma, a sure sign that Bones had been keeping his member cooped up all day. The scent was a little bit intoxicating for Iridon, who opened his muzzle and ran the flat of his tongue over Bones' covered sheath, soaking the black, skin-tight briefs in a thin layer of his saliva and sending a quick chill through the collie's spine.

"Iri! T-that's not exactly what I thought you meant by having a drink!" Bones stammered in surprise, struggling to keep a grip on his bottle and nearly slamming his glass down to the bar top. "We can't...I mean...we could get caught!"

Iri giggled against the warmth of a soft, fuzzy canine sheath, enjoying the heat that radiated from it, even when it was covered. It didn't remain that way for long, as the impatient jackal pressed a single pawtip into Bones' tummy, drawing it downward slowly over the light ridges of his tight abdomen. His clawtips wear just starting to tear at the thin, black fabric of Bones' tank top when the fabric ran out, right above the valley of his pubic muscles. "Hehe..._silly_Bones...who is gonna catch us? Your guilty consciousness?" he asked, letting his claws rake small trails through the fur just above his friend's waistline, until his pawtips curled into the briefs that awaited him and tugged down at the front, exposing a sheath, and already, a canine member that was starting to grow. "You can have a drink up there, while I have a drink down here...sound like a deal?"

Normally, Bones would have at least suggested that they take the action elsewhere, but the liquor was really starting to get to him, and the fact of the matter was that the whole act felt extremely naughty, even if they couldn't really get caught, the thrill of the possibility was an exciting prospect. "If you're sure you can handle your drink without spilling any, I guess that works," Bones replied, trying not to sound as into the idea as he really was.

It was an act that Iri wouldn't buy, of course, but he was okay with playing along until he forced Bones to succumb to the pleasure that he could offer. "And when have I ever spilled when taking a drink?" he asked, grinning up at his close friend, trying to keep a hold of his soft, deep blue eyes, all while curling the tip of his tongue around the tip of the growing cock in front of him. The alcohol might have dulled Bones' concerns about getting caught, but it did nothing to dull the sensations that suddenly shot up from his crotch and into his tummy, before spreading all across his body in a pleasant, electric thrill. "Just don't short me on my shot, Mr. Bartender..."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Bones replied in a hurried moan, clenching the bottle tightly in his paws. Something about being drunk at work and getting a blowjob all the while was really starting to turn him on, and he decided that if some was good, more had to be better, so he untwisted the cap from the bottle and took another sip straight from the head, rumbling with delight at the pleasant, subtle burn that came along with such a smooth-drinking rum. "In fact, I think you'll be getting a double shot. You're...nngh... you're one of my favorite customers, after all..."

"It's true! I haven't paid for a drink in years," Iri admitted, his tongue uncurling from the tapered tip of Bones' length as it grew before him. "I suppose I should really start paying you back for some of those freebies. Cash isn't really an option for me right now, though...so I hope this works?" he asked, wrapping a paw gently around Bones' sack and giving it a soft squeeze, hoping to coax more of his length free from the sheath, and taking what was already exposed in his muzzle, adjusting his throat each time a little more of the length emerged, keeping all of the bright pink flesh encased in the warmth of his maw.

Bones wasn't the type to charge a good friend full price for drinks, if he charged them at all, so in truth, Iri didn't really_owe him anything, but if his friend was willing to pay for an imaginary debt this way, he wasn't a fool enough to object. "W-works for me! This shot won't be free, though...you're g-gonna have to..._fuck yes......suck the whole thing right out of me!"

Iri was up to the challenge, of course. His oral fixation, whether it was for drinks, or for the cocks of his close friends, wasn't one that could easily be satisfied. "Mrn...nnnm!" he groaned around his mouthful, gripping Bones around the base of his length with his free paw to keep it from growing too large in his muzzle. He took in as much as he could, but as Bones became fully erect, he found himself struggling just a little bit, impressed by the length of his friend, and how he was so deliciously thick. It was a struggle, but little by little, he'd move a pawtip away, lowering his muzzle a little bit further back onto his friend, until each of his pawtips were free again, and his nose was pressed right into the crest of Bones' pubic mound, as deep as he could possibly go.

"So f-fuckin' dedicated...I could really put you to work back here!" Bones called out, watching in shock as his friend managed to deep throat the whole of his length, and he Iri didn't stop there, gently bobbing his head up and down upon the shaft, his throat swallowing against the very tip of the cock each time he lowered all the way back down. "You j-just better hurry up and make me cum... before my boss gets back! Nnn...that's good , Iri! That's so fuckin' good!"

It was obvious to Iri that as Bones started to slur his words, that he was at least a little bit drunk, but the excitement, the sheer thrill of the moment was overwhelming the collie. He refused to put the bottle down, however, cutting off his own moans with another quick swig of the bottle. The imagined risk of getting caught in the act was a turn on for Iri as well, the front of his cargo pants tented up tightly by the pressure from his own growing cock. If he had a free paw, he'd reach down and take care of himself, but determined to make his friend climax and earn himself a drink, Iri kept a paw gently working over the lightly furred orbs that hung so precariously between Bones' thighs, while the other gripped at the base of his cock once more and started to stroke the base so Iri could focus on licking and suckling the tip, his moans sending a series of light, pleasant vibrations through Bones and nearly bringing the collie to his knees.

Precum was already drizzling out from the tip of Bones' cock, soaking Iri's tongue and sending his tail into a quick, swishing wag. He slurped his tongue in a slow, teasing swirl around the very tip of the length he was so lucky to taste, cleaning it of every drop of fluid he could get, only to feel a fresh rush of the colorless liquid upon his warm, wet tongue again a moment later. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep the head clean, and he knew his friend was closer than his drunken words could convey. Opening his grey eyes once again and gazing up at Bones, he grinned around his mouthful, hoping that the gaze would be the one last thing to push his friend over the edge.

Bones smiled back down at the eager jackal, knowing he had nothing to hold back for. He took another long, large swig from the bottle of rum and set it down upon the bar top, reaching right down with the paw and gripping Iri by the ponytail, yanking it forward to force Iri into deepthroating him once again, and this time, Iri could only reach around and grab Bones tightly by his rump, trying to take all of the impressive length so suddenly. His throat swallowed instinctively, just in time to feel a burst of hot, sticky cum rushing through his maw and down into his gullet. "Hope yer ready for yer drink, Iri...c-cause...I'm cummin'...fuck yes, I'm cumming!"

The warning was just a moment too late, but Iri didn't mind one bit. His tail was completely a flutter as he smiled around his treat, gulping immediately and squeezing Bones tightly around the ass to encourage as much of his seed out as he could. Bones didn't make it easy for him, refusing to hold still as his bucked his hips and fucked Iri's throat, each thrust forcing another dose of his tasty juices down into his friend's waiting stomach. A quiet, delighted rumble came up from Iri as he drank down all of the love his friend could offer, refusing to pull his claws free from Bones' rump until he felt the very last drops of cum slowly oozing down the course of his throat, finally coming to a complete stop. "Ahhh...damn... That was a lot!" he finally called out, his voice a bit raspy from having his throat so viciously taken. "And just what do you call that one, Mr. Bartender?"

"Cream De Collie," Bones quickly replied, his drunken voice speaking before his mind could properly process the words, but as it turned out, the phrase was about as perfect as could be for the situation. "Think yer up for a double shot of it...?"

Iri gave a small shake of the head. "I might be, but I don't think _you're_quite up for it, my friend. Maybe I should just help walk you back to my place? I dunno if you should be heading all the way to the other side of town in that state..."

Bones waved a paw dismissively, but he stumbled a little bit as he pulled his briefs and pants back up, leading him to think that perhaps he should just listen to Iri, this time. "Hmm...okay, but only if you promise not to take advantage of me..."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Iri replied, copying his friend's statement from earlier in the night. Licking a tiny bit of extra seed from his muzzle, he stood upright and offered his shoulder for Bones to lean on, but the collie declined it. "Besides, you'd be totally willing if I offered it."

"You wish!" Bones shot back, though he knew his friend was right about that, as well. "But maybe we can save those shenan...shen...shenanigans for another night."

Iri snickered. His friend was a cute, fun drunk, there was no doubt about that. "Sounds like a plan to me, Bones. But after that little performance...I think you owe me another drink, if you know what I mean."

"Same place, same time, next week?"

"I dunno if I can wait that long..."

"Your place, tomorrow morning?"

"...That's a bit more like it."