Redwall Commission: Felldoh/Martin, Part 2
At dawn Keyla arrived with more scraps - carrot tops, apple cores, bread crusts, and a flask of water ("Hide it till I can get back to you and sneak it back," he said). Martin, Felldoh, and Brome would have hugged him if they could have reached. They settled for pumping their fists as if shaking his paw and grinning up at him briefly before obscuring their mouths by stuffing the food in. "Sorry it's not more." "Anything is more than nothing, friend. Keep listening for news." Keyla slid off to rejoin whichever working party he was assigned to for the day. The overseers could barely tell the slaves apart, nobeast would notice he'd been missing. With nothing much to do, the three tried to settle in comfortable positions and chat. Recognising that Brome's stories would be the least depressing and wanting particularly to keep him occupied, Martin asked "So you said it's your sister singing out there? What's she like?" "Oh, her name's Rose," Brome said. "Short for Laterose. You've heard her sing, she's the best in Noonvale. She's really nice, she's kind and brave and... and a better sister than I deserve, I wandered off and left her..." He started to sniffle and Martin hastily patted his back. "It's alright, it's alright! Don't cry. I'm sure she forgives you, or she wouldn't have come all this way, would she?" "Of course not!" Felldoh agreed. "She loves you and you're young, wandering off is expected - for younglings that can, anyway," he groused. Martin winced and Felldoh noticed. "Oh no, don't you start crying too." "Ha, sorry," Martin said, shaking his head. "We're all being very silly, worrying about things in the past. Let's worry about what to do now." "Well, right now," Brome said thoughtfully, "I might take a nap." Felldoh frowned. "You've been awake less than three hours." "In Noonvale you can take naps whenever you want!" Brome said cheerfully. "That'll be nice when you get there, won't it?" He turned to face the wall, pulled off his tunic, and wrapped it over his ears. "And when it's Mum and Dad at Noonvale I can hum loudly, but that only works when there's a wall between you, I reckon it'd just annoy you here." Martin caught his meaning and started laughing. "You little rogue, you fancy yourself a matchmaker now?" "I don't need to, you did that yourselves last night." "True. It doesn't bother you at all? Some beasts don't look too kindly on... Well." "Should it bother me? You're grown-ups, it's none of my business. I trust you not to hurt me or each other." Brome frowned. "Oh, is this that thing about how you both being male? Yeah, we've had visitors who mentioned that. We've even had a few creatures stay in the village because their families kicked them out over it, isn't that awful? I don't get it though. What's the problem?" "Well, nothing, I suppose. Some beasts are very silly." Felldoh nodded. "Yeah. Yes, they are." "Well, I'm glad Noonvale's not like that." Brome curled up and wrapped his paws over his ears. "I'll see if I can drop off. Enjoy your private time." Brome didn't take too long to get to sleep at all, even though Felldoh was right about it not even being noon yet. The poor lad had been so stressed over the past few days, his body needed the rest. Just having trusted friends there was helping him a lot, Martin and Felldoh were glad to see. Felldoh patted Brome's arm to check he was sound asleep. "Yeah, he's out." He smiled fondly and ruffled the little mouse's fur. "I'm glad he's doing better. He's a good lad." "That he is. Polite, too," Martin said, grinning. He took off his wrinkled tunic and draped it over the little mouse like a blanket, further concealing and protecting him. "He probably won't be out long, so let's make the most of our gift from him, shall we?" Felldoh grinned and stripped off his own clothes, folding his tunic into a pillow, and Martin almost knocked him over lunging into his arms.The two wrapped limbs around each other, tails entwining, and touched lips lightly at first, then rougher, tongues slipping out to explore each other's sensitive mouths again. This time, in daylight, they could see what they were doing, and opened their eyes between kisses to appreciate each other's forms and faces. "We have less time this morning, we should do something quick," Felldoh whispered. "I know something we could try out, do you want-?" "Depends on what it is," Martin said, smiling, "but I trust you, so probably." "Ha, alright." Felldoh lay down on his back. "I've seen some of the vermin do this when they can't agree who's in charge. Get on top of me - yeah, like that, but face the other way." "Eh?" Martin turned around, straddling Felldoh's waist and facing his footpaws. "Like this?" "Right, now lean forward... Might need to stretch, you're short, but... yeah, you can reach, good." Felldoh craned his neck and breathed warm air on Martin's sheath and balls, then raised his knees and pushed his hips up. "Like this," he said, before latching his lips on. "Ohh, I see!" Martin got the idea quickly and started mouthing lightly at Felldoh's sheath, kissing like he had with the squirrel's lips. "Mm'ke th'sh?" Felldoh responded with encouraging licks which Martin tried to replicate, each experimenting to find what the other preferred. The changed angle meant Felldoh couldn't easily do exactly what he had done the previous night, and Martin had no experience to draw on at all, but it wasn't exactly an onerous or taxing task for either, as both thoroughly enjoyed the other's increasingly confident attempts.Martin took Felldoh's shaft away from his mouth for a moment to speak, keeping his paws moving on the slick skin to make sure the pleasure wasn't interrupted. "You say you've seen this done before?" "Oh yeah," Felldoh grunted between licks and kisses. "Gurrad 'n' Fleabane... Dad and I were on kitchen duty one time... Badrang was off inspecting the troops and they sneaked into his room." He snickered and Martin joined his laughter, puffing breath over each other's heated flesh. "On the way there we heard 'em fighting over whose turn it was to take it... and on the way back-" Martin interrupted him with a quick, firm suck to his tip and his eyes rolled back. "Ah, by the fur! Yeah... Anyway, on the way back, it was silent, and I peeked in... Dad was terrified I'd get caught, but I think Badrang could've walked in without them noticing!" "Pity he didn't!" Martin laughed. "I'd love to have seen that." "Would have been a much more pleasant sight than Gurrad and Fleabane naked, I'll tell you that." Felldoh ran his thumb down the vein under Martin's shaft. "Let's not talk about them, alright? I'd rather keep paying attention to you." Martin grinned. "Then I shall return the favour! If I do something you don't like just... I don't know, tap my leg? And I'll do the same." "What if I'm doing something you like?" "Oh, I think I can let you know." Martin looked over his shoulder and winked, then turned back and carefully slid the squirrel's cock into his mouth, the tip at first and then a little more, getting used to the feeling of his mouth being full and careful not to scratch with his teeth. Felldoh did indeed make it very clear he liked it, groaning into Martin's sheath, the vibration of his throat making Martin gasp loudly, which cued Felldoh to do it again. The two settled into rhythm, sucking and licking by turns, learning more by the second from each other's muffled moans. Martin thrust down, gently at first, not wanting to choke the shorter-snouted squirrel, but Felldoh only encouraged him, bobbing his head up to take in more. Martin gripped Felldoh's hips, fingers digging into his rump, and pushed his head down until his lips met the sheath, and swallowed hard, tongue and palate squeezing Felldoh's tip. Enthusiasm and attentiveness more than made up for lack of experience, so it wasn't long before Martin clasped his paw over his snout to muffle a cry as he reached his peak, a forceful shot striking Felldoh's tongue. Seconds later Felldoh followed him; Martin's mouth was open, so the warm salty liquid splashed over his lips and chin, staining his neckerchief. Felldoh's head fell back to the ground, and Martin slumped with his face on Felldoh's thigh, taking deep breaths. Felldoh reached up, and Martin took his paw and held on as they relaxed. Martin licked his lips and pulled a face. "Ecch. Salty. Is there any more water?" "Little bit." Felldoh shook the flask, making a little splashing sound. "Just rinse your mouth out, not too much." "Right, we should try to leave some for Brome," Martin said, taking the water and sipping the smallest few drops he could manage. "Ahh... Much better, thanks. You want any?" "Nah, I'll be fine. Just... come up here, alright?" Felldoh tugged at Martin's paw. "I'd like to see your face now." "Of course, friend. Anything you want." Martin turned around and lay back down, head on Felldoh's shoulder, pulling his discarded tunic over their hips and groins in case Brome woke up. Felldoh licked his claws and helped Martin pick the drying come from his fur, and they stayed in companionable silence for a few moments. "Was that good?" "It was great!" Felldoh said, smiling. "You have fun too, handsome?" "Of course!" Martin felt his ears grow warm. "And, um, you're v-very attractive too." "Heh, thanks. You should be flattered, it's pretty rare I feel attracted to anybeast. You're the first I've ever really wanted to act on it with." "Oh, really? Well, I am. Thank you." "How about you? You ever liked anybeast else like this? Male, female, both?" Martin had to think for a minute. "Not sure. I know I certainly *appreciate* females. Haven't had any time to pursue any, though. I might if I had a chance, unless, um...?" Felldoh shrugged. "No skin off my nose, go ahead. If we get out of here, anyway. I'm sure there'll be plenty of lovely ladies for both of us, if we want them." "Well," Martin said thoughtfully, "I know there's one who might be worth asking, if her face is as pretty as her voice..." Brome started to stir, and the conversation cut off as they hurried to dress. ~ Under cover of battle, the escape tunnel was dug, and the one-time slaves met their new friends. Brome threw himself into his sister's paws, and Martin discovered her face was indeed a match for the fairest voice he'd ever heard. They fled for the boats, crashing into pirates and slavers and escaping by a hair in a leaky boat, but escape they did, and Brome's cheers echoed over the ocean."Freeeeeeeeeee!" Even as they bailed, the others joined him, laughing and whooping, Martin and Felldoh more grateful than they could ever say just to walk as free beasts again. Overcome with elation, they waved their paws and suppressed the urge to dance, fearful of sinking the boat. Their hearts overflowed and, lacking any other way to safely express it, they embraced as tightly as their strength would allow and kissed with the force of a shipwreck striking shore. Rose blinked and laughed. "I see you two bonded in that pit!" "Oh yeah," Brome said casually. "They're worse than Mum and Dad. I think it's nice, they have a lot in common." "How sweet," she said, smiling. Felldoh caught her eye and winked. "I won't be clingy, though." "Why, sir squirrel, whatever do you mean?" Rose asked innocently, fluttering her eyelashes at Martin, who blushed vividly. "Ahem..." Martin took hold of her paws. "I'm sorry, Miss Rose, I didn't get a chance to thank you for saving me from the gulls. I'm so glad for the chance to meet you properly, and, um..." He trailed off, eyes averted, smiling awkwardly. "He's never had much time with lasses," Felldoh said, shaking his head and grinning. "Give him a chance to learn. Trust me, it'll be worth it." Rose grinned too, making Martin blush even deeper. "I certainly will."