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“You seem different. When you contacted me for an appointment, I was afraid you might have relapsed, Adam," commented the petite, white-furred rabbit. Deborah looked so strict and tight-laced in her suit, legs crossed and holding onto her notes. But her hazel eyes were smiling at him. “But I am positively surprised for you. Has something changed?"

“I… Guess. It's… Complicated. A friend told me I should call you as soon as possible."

“Good advice," she answered with a gentle and genuine smile while holding her notes. At least she didn't try to judge him. She merely let him talk, work, and gave him pointers but never… Tried to interpret in his stead. “Do you have a topic you want to address today?"

“Yes… I'd like to resume our regular appointments once every other week. This is, I think, the most efficient way," he started in a long breath.

However, Deborah's smile disappeared, and her eyebrow lifted before setting aside her notes.

“Adam? You rarely took appointments, and now you want to resume our schedule? I don't want to question your judgment, but is this friend forcing your hand? You know well I cannot help you if you are coming here against your will or through coercion."

“It's… Complicated," tried to explain Adam, his feet jumping on the ground. A hard tell about his stress and fears whenever he was stuck in a seat.

“Let's put this idea of those appointments aside for the moment. Can you tell me who your friend is? How did you meet? He seems to have left an impression on you."

The more she spoke, the more those feet seemed to appease and stop as the Eagle leaned forward, joining his hand. He breathed, brought his hands to his mouth, and exhaled.

“I relapsed… Ten days ago."

“You… Keep going, Adam," the Rabbit said, her voice still.

“My friend invited me to his place, and I think he tried to hit on me. But when he did, despite me wanting it, I couldn't. I was back to my mother, beaten and berated. Afraid but for no reason. I fled, I ran. I called in sick, read all day, and stayed in my study. I should have called you, but I wasn't-“

“I know this is hard, Adam. This friend, then… Is he more? Is he like a boyfriend?" she asked, noting with her pen, scratching and etching on the page.

“No. But it's complicated. Honestly… He has feelings for me, but I'm not sure I can reciprocate them for now."

The truth?

Noah had had a crush on Adam the moment he saw him.

All that jogging thing, that marathon run, it had been an attempt of Noah to hang around Adam. He didn't need it and didn't need to win the prize since he worked at the same gym as an accountant and handyman.

That was why he was there that night when Adam had been running around the blocks. It was an exceptional situation, but one that helped the Bald Eagle. How long would he have kept up that routine and fled?

Even now, he felt the phone in his pocket. A sort of lifebuoy if he so desired to see Noah.

Pragmatically, those weren't good signs. It could be perceived as stalking or a way to wrestle control over him… Perhaps even this was a savior syndrome the Snake had. But he had prodded around. That what he repeated himself, what he repeated to Deborah.

“So… With him checking on you and ensuring you are not relapsing, you want to make regular appointments? Am I correct?" added Deborah, her face slightly contorted. “I am not sure about the stability of your situation, Adam. I can clear spots for you, but I must know you want this and are not coerced by any means."

“I… need more than to think to solve the issue," answered Adam, his hands joining. “I… I can spend days reading about psychology, thinking, and trying to wrangle my brain about my issues. Or run, or do sports… But I think I need to talk. I need those…. Those emotions to get out somehow."

“But not to your friend?" asked Deborah, curious. “He knows about your past, doesn't he?"

“He… I told him much. He listens. But when I started to unpack things, he asked me to contact you. He-“ Adam chuckled, imagining again as they were packing the trophies in boxes. “He told me he's not my therapist. He can listen to me, but I should smack him the day he tries to analyze it." Those last words, he hardly stopped himself from chuckling.

“That's…"

“That reassured me to call you," smiled Adam, separating his hand. “He doesn't consider me broken or-“

“You are not br-“

“I know I am not broken… But I still feel it. I can't… just let go of that thought for the moment. I guess I value his opinion more than my own. It's not sane, I know."

A sigh came from Deborah as she passed an eye over her notes.

“You struggle with a feeling of adequacy; this is how you feel it. You are prone to search others' approbations as well as to avoid them," she said, glancing at him. “I cannot talk about your friend as I don't know his personality, but he means well from what you tell me. After that session, we will establish a schedule to see how everything evolves over time. I would also like to arrange an appointment with Noah, to get his vision on the situation.

But let's talk about what you felt when you had that urge to flee."

---

Adam sighed as he pushed through the door leading to the outside. The air was chilly but nothing enough to bother him as he wandered along the street downtown. The sky was bright, beautiful even… The curb beneath his steps was clean, the trees along the sidewalks hanging onto their leaves. He saw the few cars driving through the large streets, the shops opening and renovating all around the old district, peppering the red bricks with new names.

He knew those since he had to stamp some dossiers, but there was a surge of inhabitants in the city. Many tried to settle and find a house despite the relative isolation.

He mused about it, thinking until he felt a vibration in his pocket.

A message from Noah.

“Gday, How it was?" was the message… However, Adam was pained to find a proper answer or word to describe his emotions. Bleeding himself out on the couch, letting loose of all the thoughts and emotions he was holding on to, that was intense.

Bad? Not really. Good? Not so much. Weird? He was acquainted with the sensation. Peculiar? So was his life.

His fingers danced on the screen, writing and undoing sentence after sentence.

Another vibration came, another message: “I'll be a tad late. Take your time."

Adam watched the notification, his thumb dancing over the screen. His words wouldn't be the closest to how raw he felt. It was again as if his skin had been removed, exposing all of his fears and worries to the world.

Even now, it felt like it could be read on his face as he saluted a nearby grocer and….

“Worried. Don't know. Good?"

That was the message he finally sent as he passed inside the little impasse, back into his home. A two-stories house with a slightly shabby front and clean windows without any curtains there. The place was large, made to welcome a family, with a backyard to complete it. He pulled the key from his pocket, turned the lock, and was welcomed by the boxes. Some filling, some emptying, but a plethora he watched as well with the tags for shipping.

The shipping address was far south, where his father lived… The few trinkets he had requested during their last call.

Those tags... and one “get well soon" card that was lying there, an anomaly. He had to leave his job; he had been absent too long. The service still bought him a card and had it signed before sending it to his place. That was sweet, unexpected… Yet, brought a smile to the brooding Eagle as he squatted by it, rereading the names with their variegated and often terrible styles.

“They are silly."

“Who are silly?"

Noah's voice came from behind Adam. The Snake had arrived, carrying a bag containing the warm Tupperwares stuffed with their meals. He was a far better cook than the Bald Eagle was… And yet, he refused to use Adam's place for cooking.

“My former colleagues," said the Bald Eagle, waving the card before putting it down.

“That's sweet of them. Help me, would you?"

Without missing a beat, he retrieved the backpack and walked through the chaos of boxes to the dining room. The wooden table had been cleaned, the white cloth on it was almost pristine. Nothing had been set, yet. But it was a matter of seconds as both worked in tandem.

“You ran here?" asked Noah, opening the Tupperwares.

“I took it slow. I didn't feel running," mumbled Adam, carefully setting the cutlery.

“Good. Because I don't want you exhausted before we run."

“You still want me to help you with the marathon?"

With the ploy out, one would expect Noah's desire to run to stop with it. But no, the Snake didn't seem interested in stopping. Instead, he seemed eager for more.

They both sat, the lunch prepared and the pasta salad pleasing the Eagle's nose as a starter.

“No worries. I want to run with ya. The marathon doesn't matter."

“It matters to me," answered Adam, although the words came out wrong, different. He stabbed the salad, frowning. “You prepared for this."

“Sometimes, you are so difficult to get. But we'll do it."

“That's… Thanks."

Speaking without artifice or maintaining his professional mask was hard. Easier than before, but harder. Conversations had never been his forte, but…

“When will the next meet-up with your therapist be?"

“Friday, next week," said Adam, thinking. “Around 4 pm."

“While I'm at work, then! Good on ya!" beamed the Snake, so positive and joyful. That was endearing.

“And you?"

“Me?"

“Your job," continued Adam, his fork toying with the salad. “How's it going?"

“Erhh… The usual stuff. Cleaning, reminding people to use what we give them and respect boundaries."

Adam didn't know if he should grimace or not. Especially due to the Gym Rat Den being such a strange place. Nobody from the outside could see what happened in that place, though Noah came clean about its nature: sport and pleasure in the same place. Far from their upbringings. And if he spoke with less entrain, it meant more.

“Something bothers you?"

“A big guy, a bull who's joined with a Wolf friend. Iffy couple. They're hitting on me constantly and want me to join."

“You don't have to kee-“ started Adam, stopped by Noah's frowning.

“I'm not into them, Adam. It's not about keeping myself."

The Bald Eagle's eyes avoided the blue eyes. But then, he saw the hand outstretched. One he approached, then grabbed. It was cold, with a scalie texture. But he held onto it and listened.

“No worries. Don't beat yourself over it, not for me. You don't owe me anything."

He heeded but didn't answer with what his mind could produce: “Yes, but by de facto not accepting the offer, I am coerced," “I still owe you even if you refuse it."

He clung onto the fingers tighter while taking another bite.

“Thanks. I feel like I can run with you," he said, clinging tighter.

---

Running. Running always felt like a necessity for Adam. Like fleeing, flying, avoiding.

Not so much.

He watched the Snake at his side, at Noah. His stance had turned impeccable, his legs bouncing off the pavement while maintaining a perfect balance and not swinging his arms too much. They were higher than his, but everyone had their own posture…

They ran like they mostly did. Although they had shifted their circuit and habits, sometimes going through the suburbs, sometimes the exterior, or downtown. Today, that was downtown. The marathon was getting close, and more runners were tagging along. However, nobody seemed to have trained for long and lacked the endurance the two displayed.

“I checked your form for the marathon," said Noah, his breathing controlled.

“You saw it?"

“I handle 'em and make the list for the position draw. I could have filled it out for you. Right?"

“I wanted it to be a surprise," mumbled Adam, his body tensing and his growing feathers puffing up a bit.

“That was a surprise for me, a good one," confirmed the Snake as he ran closer to the Eagle to pat his back. It had become easier to be touched… Especially by Noah. It was… Better.

“You're not angry?" he asked, their steps leading them by one building at a crossing, the Milk Bar. An odd place Adam had never gone to. But it was close to Noah's apartment.

“No! Well, I screamed bloody ripper and nearly made a guy faint. But you meant well. Would have loved to know but at the same time… I see what you were planning to do," added the Snake with his tongue flailing the air. “That's sweet, Adam."

Adam smiled in return. The expression became natural the longer he was with Noah, the more time they spent together.

He sighed, passing by the familiar blocks. They had already done their laps, they were merely running a bit more to cut close before they separated.

However….

“Adam?"

The Bald Eagle stood before the Snake right by the door leading inside. He watched the chestnut-colored Cobra stay ready to head inside.

“I…" he started, then sighed. It was hard to get his bearings about this topic, but Noah smiled back, opening the door wide so Adam could enter.

“You can say stop whenever you want," confirmed the Snake as they climbed the stairs leading to the familiar flat.

Like before, the place was quaint and well-decorated. It had everything that made it enjoyable and more lively than Adam's. Furthermore, new barbells were lying around, showing the Snake's progress ever since his visits.

Everything was almost the same. Except Noah.

Noah… He looked better, with a better muscle balance. His shoulders were broader; his torso was more defined beneath his tight shirt. His thighs and hamstrings were much better shaped, and he looked fine despite their long run together.

“Something the matter?" asked Noah, glancing back at the Bald Eagle.

His beak clasped the hair, surprised.

“You look better." Was everything Adam managed to say, caught like in a truck's lights.

“Thanks. Do you need a drink, to sit, or to read? I grabbed another series of comics."

“Uh… A glass of water is fine for me."

Compared to before, the context was different. They were back, acting like they didn't know what happened before. But that event… Adam didn't know.

He was like a young teen, unaware of what he was doing with his teammates. Afraid of what Noah could say. The very same who filled a glass and offered it to Adam.

But at the Eagle's perplexed expression, the Snake offered something different, setting the glass aside.

“Sit on the sofa. I have something that helps. And socks off."

“Okay."

Docile, Adam sat on the couch while his partner disappeared in the bathroom. He leaned, removed his socks, and groaned at the sticky sensation from the damp textile. Where would he put them?

He looked around, but his questioning stopped when he saw the Snake leave the bathroom without his shirt. Though the textile never left anything to the imagination, as tight as it was, it was different for the Eagle to see that chestnut-colored chest out in the open. The scales delineated perfectly all the details of the muscles while two darker spots with tiny silvery barbells through them were the Cobra's nipples.

Noah approached with a smile, holding a cream tub in his hands.

“That's what I thought, it might help. You're okay?"

Adam couldn't utter a word, but he nodded. He followed his partner's approach as he knelt by the sofa... Right between the spread legs. There was no way this wasn't taken the wrong way.

“What is this?" he finally managed to ask as Noah squeezed out a ball of that yellowy cream in his hand before rubbing it together and smearing it all over his fingers.

“A cream for scales, it helps with itching and sore muscles."

“Why-“

Adam's mind went blank when his left foot was gripped and raised. Like his hands, his feet were covered with reticulas. Smaller and softer than most reptiles' leather, they were still rigid.

But not enough, as Noah's fingers were on them, digging within the instep and the toes, avoiding the trimmed talons.

An instant before, Adam had been holding out his socks, wondering what to do while his foot was grabbed. The second after? He melted on the sofa, his hands throwing the socks from the sheer pleasure he experienced.

Noah's fingers were strong but with a soft touch. Furthermore, they seemed able to uncover needs and pains the Eagle didn't know about. From pushing within the ball of the foot or rubbing his ankles, he… He melted. He sighed.

“You're liking it?" asked the Snake, his radiant smile pointed at the dazed Eagle. These yellow eyes were half-closed, the lids shutting and opening while his beak could not choose which option to take.

“This… is. Good," he mumbled while the thumbs rolled around the ball of his foot, right below his big toe. That place was… It was tense, but Noah had a mystic touch or something. More than that… Even if he left, the spots he had graced were still warm and relaxed. “Uhh… You know your stuff."

Noah chuckled in return, still holding onto that foot, supporting it, and pressing on the ankle before he left it aside and went on the second one.

Again, the fingers toyed and danced, pressed and squeezed all that tension out of the Eagle's body, sending shivers through that spine while the digits undid the tense knots beneath the reticulas.

“This is so good," mumbled the Bald Eagle, reclining on the sofa. His left hand gripped the armchair while the right one merely passed over his chest. His breathing was fine, his tension as well. But he felt something more.

“I can keep going as you want, but…"

Adam frowned an instant and lowered his gaze. The massages had stopped, the strokings and caresses as well. He watched the Snake and noticed those blue eyes were fixated on… Well, his pants.

A bulge had formed under Adam's pants, sizeable enough to push against the textile. There, his heartbeat began to quicken, his breath-… He exhaled. He wanted it, he didn't have to feel bad for it, he didn't have to be ashamed.

“Be careful."

“Careful is my middle name," answered Noah, wiping the cream on his torso as he straightened and slipped between the Bald Eagle's legs. He gave those firm thighs a slight squeeze. Next, he slipped his fingers on the waist.

“I'll need your help."

Help was a short word to have Adam lift his posterior a bit and pull down his pants and jockstrap. It left nothing to sensuality and erotic posturing as he struggled a bit to remove his sports pants and kick them off.

But he ended… Naked. Sitting on Noah's couch, his dick as hard as steel. He swallowed his saliva as he observed the Snake's eyes almost cross on his dick… Not so many were able to meet him in length and girth, though he never went through measuring that pinkish mast, that glabrous uncut dick covered with many veins and ending with a thinning tip.

He observed Noah focusing on it, his blue eyes going from the tip to the base or the feather-covered testicles. It was almost… Inquisitive.

“Fuck me dead! Adam, you're hung!" said Noah, smiling as his soft-scaley digit approached the base to hold it on.

“It… Won't be a problem?"

The blue eyes lifted to meet the golden ones with a facetious and bemused expression. Next, the Snake opened his mouth wide before the Bird, revealing a bit of that depth… As well as the contractions occurring inside.

“There's nothing too big for us," said Noah, giving one slight stroke along the length. Enough to force the Eagle to wince and… Sigh.

“But it's for you," continued Noah, slowing his pace. “Ya say stop, and I'll stop."

Adam nodded, swallowing his saliva again while he reclined on the sofa. Each arm sprawled on their side, he closed his eyes and tried to go with it.

To enjoy.

He had tried with other teammates from the sports team or classes before. He had also tried with girls, but he hadn't been able to enjoy it. Hook-ups were disappointing, as stress and shame overtook him at the last moment.

It stole his pleasure away.

In comparison, keeping his erection for that long was… Surprising.

It didn't falter when the Snake's breath was onto his shaft and pressed the overly sensitive skin. It didn't falter as that swift and delicate tongue flailed the air and sent a cold flurry against his precum-coated tip.

His beak clasped while a whistling came from his breath; he tensed and clenched his legs.

Noah's mouth was almost on his dick; he could feel the warmth emanating from it as well as the digits now digging within his scrotum to brush that same spot again… Again.

“Don't overthink, relax," articulated Noah.

“One… Second."

He released his grasp over the sofa's textile and stopped digging within the mat from the apprehension. He exhaled. And gasped.

The Snake's mouth was all around his dick, moist and warm. It squeezed, contracted, massaged, rubbed, brushed, nuzzled, kissed.

Adam threw his head back while a faint moan escaped his mouth, but his legs clenched. This was-

The squeezing stopped, and the mouth retracted a bit. Instead, it was solely on the tip. It was still intense, rough, and brutal to have the Snake's lips unleashing all their attention on it. But it was more endurable, easier to… Adapt.

“Slower… Please," he asked through his breath, again spreading his legs and easing hands and talons off the mat and sofa.

Slower… Noah went slower this time. He stuck to the tip, covering and coating it with all his love. But he progressed. The inches progressed all so slowly within that mouth, but they did, their sensations dulling but not the pleasure Adam felt rising and pushing, churning in his groin.

“Stop… or- Or I'll cum insi-de."

The mouth retracted slowly but surely. More than half of Adam's length had been inside. And he was still hard. Still, rock hard.

“Are you sure?"

The Bald Eagle opened one eye, watching his partner. He grimaced.

“I-“

He wasn't sure. Would it be shameful to cum without being all inside? Would he be considered less? Wouldn't it be disgusting for the Snake to have that in his mouth?

But already, he heard the words Noah said in his mind before hearing them through his ears.

“That's for you. I won't judge ya."

That was true… Noah hadn't been one to judge him through their slow prospect, inadequacies, and limitations.

He unclenched his legs, sighed, and lowered his puffed-up chest and shoulders.

“Keep going."

He closed his beak, shutting off any stupid words that may escape it. He wanted it, Noah wanted it. There was nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to beg for it to end.

Whether or not it could be shameful for his parents, his professors, his former colleagues, his previous boss, or anyone else, it didn't matter.

Only that moment remained, for them both.

A moment of sweet caresses, suctions noises, swallowed saliva, stroked dick.

Adam gasped, moaned, groaned… The tension arose in his groin, the same as the one he felt, rising once again while the Snake diligently serviced half of his dick but didn't push for more. That was enough, just enough, perfectly enough for Adam to feel his pleasure rising as well as the need in his groin.

He felt it gripping at his back and throat, forcing him to hold on and onto his breath until…

He gasped.

It sounded more like a whistling, a high-pitched warbling coming from the side of his beak. A sound that started high and strong but went on and on until… It was nothing.

The orgasm receded, the wave finally descended and allowed Adam to catch a few breaths. However, that mouth hadn't stopped. It had been sucking, working, swallowing.

It continued… Then, it released its grip with a wet [I]Pop[/I]!

The Bald Eagle's eyes opened, looking down between his legs. Noah smiled, his cheery blue eyes looking back as he left behind a clean and glistening cock without any once of cum.

“How does it feel?" he asked, heaving and sighing while still on his knees, his hands away from the Eagle's nuts.

“Pretty good. You-“

“I got some experience and good genes," chuckled the Snake as he stood up and straightened.

“I… didn't notice you fapped during all this," mumbled Adam as he was almost forced to see his Partner's twinned dick. Two girthy dicks, not as long as Adam by any means, but big enough with their wide tip and the sorts of spines over the coronas. Precum dripped from them as they extended from his slit, both pointing in a different direction and having different angles.

“It gets me going. Like… It's hot to have something in my throat and-?"

Noah stopped as Adam leaned forward. He bent and approached his Partner's groin. He wanted to return the affection, to help him with what he felt.

He was practically bending over when the reptilian musk hit his nostrils. The perfume was intense, too intense. He nearly gasped, nearly closed his beak shut… And.

He felt stupid.

He looked at his partner's twinned dicks, sobering up by the second as he observed the throbbing and dripping dicks. His beak couldn't take them both at the same time. Worse, how could he… Please them with it? He didn't have soft lips nor a muzzle as supple as Noah. In fact, his beak was quite sharp, and it would do more hurt than good.

Yet, he stayed… Unable to move and trying to breathe through his mouth.

However… It stopped.

Before he could utter a thing, Noah's groin slipped away from his face. The Snake moved quickly on his feet, and the golden eyes were drawn onto that lean body as it dropped on the couch by his side, with his hands beckoning Adam.

“I-“

“Come," merely answered Noah, enjoining the Bald Eagle to recline by tapping the sofa.

As expected, he followed and reclined, feeling like he wasn't in charge of the situation anymore. He wasn't when the scalie hand tugged on his to get closer.

“Sorry, Noah, I can-“

“Shh. You can't if you didn't train."

With that shush, Noah guided Adam's hands to that chestnut-scaley groin, to that slit, to those twin dicks. They were still hard but not throbbing as much as before.

Right until Adam's guided fingers were on them, touching them, egging them on.

The skin was warm, slick, a bit tacky. But it didn't hurt to touch it…

Even the spines were soft, bent under any pressure, urged by the guiding hand.

“I don't want to hurt y-"

“Adam. You won't. Don't overthink; follow my lead. Okay?"

The Bald Eagle nodded and followed. The guiding hand was removed, but he kept his fingers close to the dicks. His index slipped under one, the thumb over, and the other fingers were wrapped around the length to support it.

“Ya can squeeze harder, just like- Hmphh. A tiny less, yes," guided Noah, gripping his other dick to show to Adam.

During that time, the Bald Eagle watched, almost leaning on his partner's shoulders while he eyed the way Noah squeezed his dick and used his thumb to trace circles right below the urethra on the bulbous tip.

He imitated it… Tentatively, at first, before he got the hang of it. He moved his index, rubbing where the frenum would be without a break, even going as far as to give that throbbing dick a nudge.

It only took a few minutes for him to hear Noah's gasping breaths and have those blue eyes directed back at him.

“You're good at this," he commented with a smile.

A smile… Burning bright with happiness, satisfaction, and eagerness. That was a genuine smile, not a plastered one, one with the teeth shining within… Like those fangs. Adam had never seen them before from up close, nor did he see how the scales looked clearer around the lips.

He wanted to taste them.

“Can-“ he tentatively asked, leaning forth.

But Noah's hand was on the back of his head, gripping his feathered nape while the Snake contorted so the lips and the beak could join. It wasn't pretty, their differences making the kiss all the more difficult.

But it worked… They made it work, with Adam opening his beak wide and the sneak pressing his lips within. Their tongue joined, forked or coarse, supple or wide. Their salivas joined, sharing the aftertaste of cum Noah had in his mouth and breath.

Their lips united, their heads locked in that intertwining kiss, only moved their tongue and hands. One for each dick the Cobra sported, both moving at a frantic pace as gasps and moans shook the Reptile's lungs.

The pace increased, the crescendo confirmed by a few side glances made by the Bald Eagle.

Noah came with a silenced moan, his dilated nostrils pushing the air out while he humped Adam's hand, and only that one.

Finally, there was a sigh as both mouths departed, followed by a sudden swallowing of saliva from Noah's side.

Despite this, some of it still dripped on the side before he wiped it off.

“That was pretty good," he said, cutting off the dull silence between them while moving his hand down.

Adam's clawed hand hadn't moved at all, and its iron grip was still on the shaft… Up until the delicate fingers pried it off and the twin dicks began to shrink… And retract.

“That was?"

“Yeah," answered the Cobra, reclining on the sofa with his arms sprawled. A stark contrast with Adam's closed legs and arms. “Ya stuffed my mouth with your tongue pretty well."

A clench, a sigh, and Adam lowered his body, joining his hand. He… Fucked up.

He fucked up again… He-

“I like it, Adam."

The voice cut through the heartbeat and fear; it forced Adam to turn to see the Snake as much as those fingers reaching for his hands.

“It's… The first time someone says that," he said, coy.

“You made someone gag from it?"

Adam nodded, his fingers wrangling despite the fluids coating them. One by one, Noah untied them and brought two to his face, to his mouth.

“I won't gag. Plus, that's… Heh, I don't know how to say it without sounding like one of those cave dwellers… Okay. Phew. Promise me, Adam, you won't laugh."

The situation had shifted. But Adam didn't say a thing. Incongruity, stress, fear, they still gripped him despite the kiss on the index and big finger.

Finally, he said two words: “I won't."

“Good. So… My mouth is pretty sensitive. I have spots that are… Pleasing. I think it's linked to feeding, but it feels bloody good when someone touches them," explained Noah, bestowing another kiss on those fingers. “Don't say to anyone. Okay?"

“You are aroused when eating?" asked Adam, bewildered, surprised by what he was saying.

“This is not what I meant… But yes, I am," mumbled Noah, leaving those fingers. “It has become natural to control it. But I can pop a boner from eating a burger or something."

“That's… Peculiar. I have never heard of it," mumbled Adam, stroking his partner's chin. The scales… They were so soft, softer than what he expected or his own.

“We're not proud of the stuff, ya know? Between that and our predatory instinct, some people assume we're out to eat others," grumbled Noah, frowning… Before he beamed, his tongue flailed the air, and he spoke with a severe tone. “If I'd swallow you, I'd start with the dick."

Adam blinked. Did he hear it right? Was Noah serious?

A tremor shook his gut, a rushing sensation that took him. But he laughed. He laughed and exploded, his beak covered, and yet he laughed. That was so unexpected, so direct.

“Hey, stop laughing like a dipstick!" feigned Noah, giving a weak punch to the Eagle's ribs.

But that was enough to send Adam rolling and holding his sides.

“Starting with my dick!" he laughed, rolled, and nearly dropped off the couch if not for two arms to hold him and steadied his posture as he regained his composure.

A wiped tear later, a gasp… Then, with another chuckle, Adam faced his partner with a grin.

“My… Dick? Pfhhr!" he exploded into another fit, a shorter one. He couldn't hold his seriousness for once.

On the other side, Noah chuckled and smiled back.

“Don't die on me, Adam. I don't want to be charged with murder. I want my card!"

“Heh… I- That was… So unexpected."

“Do ya want to know something that's unexpected?" suddenly said Noah, moving and jumping until they faced one another: Adam sitting, Noah almost on his lap, their eyes so close until nose and beak could meet.

“Yeah?" answered Adam.

“It's the first time I see my boyfriend laugh."

“I do laugh."

“No, you chuckle," contested Noah, pressing his digits against the Bald Eagle's chest.

“I laugh… … Or I try."

He breathed, feeling and inhaling the hint of perfume amidst the sweat and musk emanating from Noah. Something floral, it seemed… Something he enjoyed as he no longer retained his hands to stroke the sides. To touch the soft scales, caress those muscles.

“Boyfriend…uh. What's the next step? Sweet nicknames?"

“I'll find one for you! But boyfriend is great.. Cuter, too."

“Boyfriend is great."

“Then… My boyfriend might help me with the mess we made?"

Adam glanced away from Adam… And saw the two white lines across the mat and small table, even on one sock… That was quite a lot.

“No backsies."

---

He ran. He ran again, his feet bouncing off the pavement.

His body moved, motivated, pushed, and forced onward.

He ran like he had always done during all those years, running from his fears, worries, friends, and family. He ran, feeling the liberty in his legs compared to his arms.

His body would remain free…

Yet.

This time, he wasn't fleeing.

At his side, he saw and heard Noah. Contrary to him, the young Snake hadn't had time to build up his stamina. He could hold some time, but he was running ragged. That stance was loosening up, that tongue flailing the air.

“Arms!" said Adam, reminding Noah to keep them close. “We're almost done. Just a bit more!"

They were not at the front; many runners had run past them. But they were not last.

Sure, the Bald Eagle could have run faster and arrived early. Would it be what he desired?

“Ca- Carry me!" pleaded Noah, his arms close but his mouth opening to swallow air. He was losing control over his breath.

“When we're done! We're almost at the end!" he pushed on, trying to motivate the Snake, who looked like he needed a bath and many bottles of water.

“Urgh! I can't… run any longer!"

Adam watched his boyfriend's expression, his exhaustion. Rarely had he seen Noah acting so whiny, even during their run. … Perhaps.

“You'll have all my body for you if you run all the way to the end. No break, full sex marathon. Whenever you want."

“A free pass?" asked Noah, turning.

“A free pass. You can cash it when you want."

Those blue eyes opened wider, and that tongue flailed. Revigorated, the young Cobra recovered his posture. He slowed down… But it was only to catch his breath before he ran again and at full throttle!

“Wait!" laughed Adam, running after him, the hand raised. Noah surprised him, but the Snake had become an excellent runner and a good athlete. Perhaps it was their time together as they worked out, or merely from his job at work, but he looked… Healthy.

And he was damned fast when he had a reason to push himself, forcing the Bald Eagle to push forward, too, as they passed many runners.

Around them, the city's streets were starting to pile up with people holding out bottles or screaming a few words of encouragement as they got close.

“You're almost there!" “Keep going!" “Get going!" “A few meters!" they screamed, cheered for the foolhardies who had joined.

Would they cheer just as much for Noah if they knew the reason that pushed him at the moment?

That thought, Adam threw it aside as he caught on with his boyfriend, nearly rubbing shoulders to shoulders.

“Let's finish this, shall we?"

“Yeah, so I can get my prize!"

In the end, as expected, they didn't win anything as they passed the line. They were not at the front but ended in a good spot. Exhausted, both landed by the water stand, each taking a bottle so they could take a break.

“I'm… never doing that again," mumbled Noah, out of breath and nursing on the bottle as if it would disappear if he let it go.

“Oh, but we are doing it again!"

“What?" screamed and coughed the Snake, turning to his boyfriend who, in return, was glancing at today's winner: a horse crowded by the town's notaries.

Then, he turned to face those blue eyes.

“You'll get more passes?" he blurted, trying to appease those frowning eyes.

“You want me to run another marathon?"

“You'll keep up with me, sure!" chuckled Adam, putting his bottle aside to stretch his arms out.

“What?" asked Noah, glancing at them.

“I'll carry you," answered Adam, shaking both hands to entice the Snake.

“Seriously? After running?"

“Or we can walk back home together."

From Noah's gaze, Adam knew the Cobra was pondering his options. He wasn't biting his lips, but the way he pursed them was telling before he put a hand on that square shoulder.

“You won't drop me, right?" he asked, raising a leg then the other as he was lifted… And picked no different than a bride.

“I won't fail my boyfriend!" he said, ignoring the slight pain in his arms. Perhaps it was time to strengthen them, too.

---

Slowly, Adam emerged from his slumber, well-rested. Not anxious, not jumpy or ready to get off the bed to follow his schedule. In fact… He no longer had one except searching for a new job and training.

However… He wasn't feeling stressed today. Not when he felt the cold-scaley Cobra curled against him. From distant, back to back, little spoon, and now big spoon. That one was perfect for Adam.

He welcomed that soothing heartbeat against his chest, a drumming he was starting to long for whenever they slept apart.

Instead, he closed his eyes and passed a hand to stroke the Cobra's hood, touching and scratching a part of the fold. They had sensitive spots by the throat, as Noah told him. But not pervert-sensitive, just pleasing. Like a good scratching.

“Mrphh… G'day," grumbled Noah. His tongue flailed, tasting the air while a smile drew on his face.

“Gday," answered Adam, his beak carefully positioned away from his boyfriend's face. “Sore?"

For the last few days, the Cobra had been sore, and running had been a tad difficult. Cream, massages, they all helped. But in the end, Noah's body craved for rest. Obviously.

“Hmmm… If I say yeah, I win another massage?" playfully answered the Cobra, his hood moving a bit and forcing Adam to pull his fingers away.

“Nope. But a good break-… Lunch. A good lunch," said Adam, checking his phone only to see when they woke up. So late, that was unexpected. “We really need to improve on our alarms."

“I tried and… You're cooking?"

Adam had to stifle a laughter as he kicked the cot away, eliciting a cry from Noah as all that warm bedding was gone along with Adam's warm feathers. But as a gentleman, Adam quickly put back the blanket. A second later, the Cobra rolled in it to preserve his body heat… Like a cocoon.

“I'll try. But I don't want you to get out of here until I say so!" he said, raising a finger.

“As if!"

With a bright grin, Adam turned and walked to the door with nothing to cover his modesty. Ass exposed, balls swinging, dick swaying. He had no reason to feel self-conscious as he strolled through the corridor. The wood slightly creaked beneath his steps, but he ignored it. Likewise as he descended the stairs, passing a hand onto the wood railing. The place was… Different. Not so different, not so… changed. But better.

So much better as he entered the clean living room with a little plant now sitting on the table: one of Noah's gifts.

It wasn't dropping and lived, maybe thrived?

“Hmmm… What do I do?" asked Adam as his bouncy steps made him go from one spot to another. He could grab something from the pantry like pasta or canned food, if he wanted it to be easy. But Noah would smack him.

“Bloody cunt, you can't even cook for yourself!" said Adam, laughing to himself at his imitation as he instead set a cutting board, grabbed a few slices of chicken, onions, butter, bell peppers, and carrots.

He could have followed Noah's recipes if he hadn't left his phone behind. Or he could follow the little notes stuck to the fridge. But sometimes… It felt good to try something else, even if it failed.

And that time, he didn't cut himself as he added the carrots… But he did slap himself as he poked at the thick orange slices. Too thick, they would be crunchy as hell.

“Idiot!" he grumbled, thinking about how he could fix this. His feet stomped on the ground while he tapped his beak. Water would be stupid and mess with the rest. Microwaving was idiotic…

He scratched his head at the idea, trying to find a solution as he leaned against the stove.

“Something the matter?" popped in a bubbly but sleepy voice.

“… You know how to soften carrots? If they're already in the pan?" asked Adam as he turned and his eyes watched his boyfriend being all cocoony. Holding onto the blanket, Noah dragged it behind him like a tail when approaching the stove… Before lifting it.

“Let them simmer, add some stock. And prepare some rice on the side," commented Noah, with a glance as his tongue flicked the air. “Oh and… More pepper."

“Huh, good idea! I wish I had your tongue," commented Adam as he went from cupboard to cupboard to get the lid, pepper, and broth. Behind him, Noah fell back on a chair, still clutching the warm blanket.

“And I wish I got your feathers. The place is cold," grumbled back Noah, his head almost hidden under the blanket's fold. Though the top was there, perfect for Adam to nuzzle as he stepped closer.

“I know. I tend to cut the heat when I'm gone; and forgot to turn it on yesterday. I can fix that," Adam replied, passing a thumb to stroke the bags below Noah's eyes.

“Nah. Gimme some heat."

With that, Noah opened the blanket, exposing his naked body to Adam. One the Eagle couldn't tire of caressing. He grabbed a chair to sit by his boyfriend, together rolled in the blanket with only their heads and legs poking out.

“So… What was the big idea?" asked Noah, watching the steam escape from the lid and condense on the window. Outside, the temperatures were not freezing cold. But cold enough for any exhalation to bring about a nice cloud and to make people wish for sunlight.

“Don't know. I thought I would try something on my own. Bad idea, hmm?" asked Adam, his feet kicking the air like Noah's.

“Well, you cut the onions and meat right, choo- chicken, hmm?"

Adam nodded along, leaning so their torsos were closer. Noah's touch was quite cold.

“It's not so bad, then," said Noah before yawning and stretching his jaw. “I'll get you in touch with my mum. She's-… Urmm. Sorry, flapping my gums."

“No, no. Keep going. I wanna learn more," encouraged Adam.

“Hrmph," groaned Noah, leaning closer and almost slipping into the Bald Eagle's arms. “She's a cook. Owns her place back home. She taught me a lot. Cutting, reducing, all that. And would smack my hands whenever I tried to taste the sauces."

“Smack your hands?"

“Little tail, you have a tongue, use it. Not your dirty hands. She used to say that," grumbled Noah, his eyes closing and reopening.

“Little tail?"

“Hmm hmm. That's how she called me. Little tail, always in her legs," chuckled Noah.

“You want to sleep more? I can carry you back to bed and wake you up."

It would be easy. Funnily enough, he had been using his arms a lot lately. And had to dust off his equipment.

“Not the same when you're away. Wake me up in five min," said Noah, his eyes closing.

The blanket was indeed warm… And now, with the snake leaning against his chest, Adam had no reason to move. The moment was perfect; the temperature was just what he needed. And the meal would take some time to cook. That was perfect for him to relax. To close his eyes, inhale… Exhale. Inhale… Exhale.

“FUCK ME DEAD!"

Adam's eyes opened wide all of a sudden. He stood up… And regretting it as he heard a stumble, and another cry: “HELL!"

He looked down, watching his boyfriend in what looked to be a tangled burrito with a chair added atop it. One little wiggling creature that fought to free himself from the blanket's embrace in the kitchen that was…

The light from the outside had changed; it seemed they had been sleeping more than five minutes.

“Adam! Help me! I'm stuck!" cried Noah again, one arm out of the blanket, and… Adam laughed.

“Dipstick! Stop laughing and get me out!" roared the Cobra some more, his hood expanding. Although it wasn't so impressive when half of it was still stuck in the blanket. The hilarity ensued as Adam tried his best to get the chair out of the way without losing his breath. Finally, he got Noah out of his burrito.

“H- How you did this?" he asked, laughing at the scene while the Snake's frownings exacerbated. “We were together in the blanket and- and!"

And he laughed some more.

“Fuck, I know," grumbled Noah, his tongue flaying the air while he managed to unroll and expose his body entirely. The creature's jaws pried open, he threw the lump afar though he watched it like a beast from hell… Before his eyes fixated on Adam, still falling about.

“Stop laughing, that's no laughing matter."

“You- you looked like a burrito. Cobrurrito," chuckled Adam, still laughing even as he felt the faint kick from his boyfriend. Not a real kick, more like a poke with the feet. But every prodding, every little frustration made his laughing fit worse.

“Hell… Why did I choose you of all the men in town? You looked much calmer and nicer." shouted Noah, outstretching his arms towards the ceiling. “Why you do this to me?"

Another laughing fit followed… Making the Snake's shoulders drop and his expression sour.

“You won't stop, won't you?"

“G- Give me… Two minutes. Two more minutes! Do- Don't say anything! D- Don't look at me!" said Adam, holding his sides with one index raised. He tried to exhale, to inhale, to return to his breathing. But whenever he glanced at Noah, saw that frown and that flickering tongue. He only saw that angry face poking from the blanket, like an angry little caterpillar.

He exploded again. But this time, he ran to the nearby bathroom. He had to. If he stayed, if he stayed one more minute. He would have to confront Noah's fury.

And so… He closed himself in the bathroom and splashed his head until the fake waterboarding and the absence of judgmental gaze allowed him to recover his composure.

“That's good! You can enter!" shouted Adam, turning toward the opening door.

His seriousness returned. Just enough to not crack as he saw the snake who… Went directly to the shower, stomping a bit.

“Hey, you're not mad at me for laughing?" asked Adam as he watched the Snake approach the shower head, fiddle with it, hold it… And point it toward the Bald Eagle.

“Heh!" he shouted as he turned, ready to be hit. But no. The water ran, but only a snicker came.

“No," said the Cobra, half laughing and half grumbling. He fidgeted again, and the water went to the shower head. “And that's defo a little prank from the Cobrurrito."

He said that as he passed the water over his head, the water produced clouds of steam.

“Wait… What hour is it?" suddenly notified Adam, looking around. No phone. He had a tendency to put it where he put his clothes.

“Fifteen. Can't stay much longer, or I'll be late," says the Cobra. “Oh, I turned off the stove. A tad more, and you'd be eating coal."

“We really have to fix our alarms… Wait? I'd be eating coal?"

For once, it was Noah who looked all stressed and worried as he seemed quite fast to prepare himself. Contorting, passing the water where the dirt and fluids would stick to. He huffed, grumbled… Only to instantly stay put when he saw Adam's feathered hand reaching a loofah from behind him.

“I can't stay longer. I need something to eat tonight and run a laundry. I can't hang around," said Noah, still frantic. But once the loofah disappeared, he felt its presence against his back.

“Let me help you," Adam answered, reaching for that frustrating spot between the scales. All the while, he leaned back to get the scale-protecting lotion Noah had brought here last time. “You take a snack, go to your job, and focus on it. I'll handle the laundry. And when it's time for your break, I'll be there with a warm meal and your bag."

“Wait. You're sure?" asked Noah, looking above his shoulder. To which Adam nodded.

“Sure. I promise I won't burn the rice."