A Clandestine Meeting
The motel was a bit ragged and weather worn around the edges with a garish neon sign that read "Vacancy" hanging from a larger lit sign that proclaimed the motel to be the "Mighty Nighty Inn". It was a ridiculous name but it was just sleazy enough to be the right place for a clandestine meeting of the sort Stallion had come for. Even the unlit "NO" part of the sign that could be read fine even at night without the neon to brighten it added to the ambiance of the place. It was dirty. That was how it should be.
A week before he'd been a curious name in a chat channel for gay and bisexual furs. The conversations hadn't been of the sexual sort he'd expected, though he wasn't all that surprised. The chats rarely had what people expected to find going on and even less often were the inhabitants of the sort the channels were meant for in the first place. At first he'd been just curious about the chat but soon he started talking, asking questions, just being another member on the scene really. He'd ended the night in a conversation with a wolf fur named Knott who lived in his area. He'd been quite likeable and they talked about several kinky subjects before they both logged off.
The two arranged to meet a couple of days later, after long chats on the intervening nights, for lunch at the mall. Stallion had expressed his desire to experiment with gay sex the night before and Knott had agreed to meet him with a friend along so they could arrange something for later that night.
Tonight actually, Stallion thought to himself as he watched for the tan pt cruiser that Knott had driven to lunch that afternoon. He was curious but he was also cautious because he didn't want to be seen meeting a strange man in a motel like this. People might get the right idea.
The pt cruiser pulled into a space down the lot from him and Knott shut off the engine to wait. Stallion got out of his red jeep Cherokee and walked calmly to the entrance to the motel where a middle-aged raccoon was waiting for late night guests.
"Good evening. Can I help you?" She asked as Stallion stepped up to the counter and smiled lightly.
"Just a room for one." He said as he drew his wallet from his back pocket and opened it to get at the cash he'd brought just for this purpose.
The raccoon nodded and smiled. "Alright." She turned to the cubbyholes in the wall behind her and pulled out a little pouch with a plastic mag-card in it. Even the sleaziest motels these days were using mag-cards instead of old fashioned keys. It was easier to change the magnets when guests took off with the key. "Smoking or non-smoking?" She asked politely holding out a small note card and a pen.
"Smoking please." He said as he filled in the little card with completely false information. His name was Stallion Buck and his address was somewhere in New Jersey. The credit card number he gave was close but three digits had been shifted. If they ran the card before he left he could be in trouble, but he didn't think that was very likely as long as they didn't stay longer than necessary.
While he filled out the card the raccoon ran the mag-card through the machine setting it to read for the room he'd been assigned in the computer. When she was done she turned and took the note card from where he'd left it on the counter leaving the mag-card in it's place.
"Thank you for staying with us tonight," she looked down at the card and to her credit only a very small smile quirked the corners of her mouth as she read it, "Mr. Buck. Have a pleasant evening."
He nodded then left the lobby as calmly as he had come in. Once he was outside he looked down at the card in his hand. 14B was written on the card in red erasable ink. He looked at the pt cruiser at the end of the lot then scanned the row of doors on the second level for the number 14. It was about halfway between him and the end of the building towards Knott's car.
He went to the set of stairs just past where his assigned room was then started up the stairs to the second floor. He paused on the small landing in the middle and looked over to where the pt cruiser was parked. Every time he looked at it he got a little more nervous and fidgety. He ran a hand through his mane and sighed trying to let some of the tension out. He wasn't sure if he was excited, frightened, or just nervous.
The driver's door of the cruiser opened and a tall lean figure with long brown fur and wearing a bomber jacket stepped out then closed the door behind him. Stallion ignored the figure and continued up the stairs then turned left and headed for the door to room 14B two doors down. He could feel his knees shaking under his weight as he slid the mag-card from its sheath and ran it through the lock. The light on the handle went green and he pushed the door open as soon as it changed then closed it quickly behind him.
He knew what was happening outside and yet still his heart beat quickly thumping against his ribcage as he waited for the inevitable knock on the door. He licked his lips and closed his eyes almost in a state of tension bordering on nervous collapse. He calmed himself by thinking of what should be happening outside right about now. Knott would have made his way up the stairs at the far end of the building and would be walking along as if he had forgotten his room number or left his key with a roommate.
The knock came right on time but it still made Stallion jump a little as he made a grab for the handle. It's the manager, she's come to find out why my credit card number is a fake. Knott will have seen her coming and buggered off."
Knott pushed into the room and closed the door behind him smiling. "Heh, that was tense huh?" He asked jovially as he saw how nervous Stallion was looking.
Stallion nodded. "I thought for a second..."
Knott smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry mate. The worst that'll happen is they figure out there are two of us in here and make you pay the two occupancy rate when you check out."
Stallion blushed as Knott called him "mate". He knew it hadn't been meant in that way, only as a friendly name, but he couldn't forget what he had come here for.
"Settle down..." he paused. "Should I keep calling you Stallion or would you like to share real names?"
Stallion felt a little horrified at the idea but hopped it didn't show. "For now I think Stallion and Knott will be more comfortable if that's ok?"
Knott shrugged. "It's all the same to me Stallion. I don't mind a little healthy paranoia since you're not even sure about this yet. We'll take it slow. Ok?" He said as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed.
Stallion nodded and took a couple of unsure steps towards the bed himself.
Knott smiled and patted a spot next to him. "Don't be afraid I won't bite." He said smiling reassuringly. The teeth in that smile were pointed. Stallion was less than reassured.
Knott laughed realizing Stallion's hesitance. "I'm sorry. It's my teeth isn't it? I didn't even think of that. Seriously though come sit down. We can't even talk properly with you standing over there ready to run out the door. You need to relax. Tell me what you need to relax a little."
Stallion moved over to the bed and sat down next to Knott taking a few calming deep breaths.
"I'm sorry," he said after a moment. "I'm just a little nervous."
Knott grinned just a little but tried to look understanding at the same time. "I know. It's a lot like your first time with a girl. Not sure what goes where and who's supposed to do what to who."
Stallion nodded and swallowed a lump that seemed to rise in his throat.
Knott returned the nod and gave another reassuring smile. "First thing let's get comfortable." He said as he stripped off the bomber jacket he wore and tossed it on top of the air conditioner unit in front of the window then kicked off his shoes. "Great!" He said enthusiastically.
Stallion couldn't help but grin a little at the effort Knott was making to help him feel more at ease. He followed Knott's example shedding the black windbreaker he'd been wearing and kicking off his sneakers. He found suddenly that he really was feeling more at ease and this time his smile was as genuine as the one Knott gave him in return.
"So would you like to watch something on T.V. or maybe play a little poker?" He asked in a completely off-hand manner as if they had come here for no other purpose than to have a guy's night out.
Stallion suddenly realized that Knott was going to wait for him to make the first move. He appreciated the gesture and smiled. "How about we play some strip poker?" Stallion suggested.
This earned him the widest grin he'd yet gotten from Knott.
"Now that's a great idea." He said as he reached for the bomber jacket he'd just tossed aside then took a brand new pack of playing cards from the inside pocket and began removing the cellophane wrapper.
Stallion wondered for a moment if Knott had foreseen this situation and brought the cards along just in case. He decided that was likely as Knott shuffled out the rules cards and threw them into the little trash can next to the small table along with the pack and the wrapper.
"So what's your game?" Knott asked. "Five card draw? Seven card Stud?" He emphasized the last word so well Stallion couldn't help but laugh. Knott joined in as he drew out the chair on his side of the table.
Stallion took the chair opposite and Knott smiled as he shuffled the cards rather clumsily, mostly just cutting the deck several times with one hand and letting the others fall back among the rest with the other.
"Joker's wild is good for strip poker." Stallion said starting to actually ease up enough to get into a playful mood. "It's normal seven-card stud except if the joker comes up as the face card whoever gets it wins automatically. Otherwise it counts as a dud card and the player has to make a hand out of the six cards remaining."
"Hum." It was Knott's turn to add his own little twist. "Since we don't really have a lot of clothes one of us will be nude in seven card stud within a single hand. How about we modify the rules a little. We'll play it five-card stud with jokers wild but the whole hand will be played face up. If one of the first three cards are the joker that person wins the pot but if one of the other two cards is a joker that person loses the pot."
Stallion nodded. "Sounds fair. So it'll be two bets each hand?"
Knott nodded. "Still about half of what each of us is wearing in a hand." He tapped the edge of the deck on the tabletop in thought.
Stallion spoke up before Knott had figured out a suggestion of his own. "We could make the ante a piece of clothes and the other two bets will be dares. We can raise each other's dare and if one of us loses he has to do whatever dare was made last." He said. "But the dare has to be something small. A touch, a kiss," he felt himself blush again but went on anyway, "and no dares that would require the loser to take off anything both of us haven't lost already."
Knott smiled. "You're pretty good at this. How many girls have you tricked into playing this game?" he asked with a roguish grin.
Stallion shook his head in mock horror. "I would never do anything like that. How dare you suggest that I would defile the honor of hundreds upon hundreds of sorority sisters with my lecherous ways?" he said with a grin of his own. That was mostly bluster and they both knew it, but it put them both a little more at ease that such a silly joke could pass without condescension.
Knott slid the deck to the middle of the table. "Cut to see who plays first?" he asked.
Stallion nodded and reached for the deck. The card he cut too was the queen of hearts.
"Well I won't deny the poetic justice in that." Knott said and tapped the deck with a knuckle indicating that he was passing up his opportunity to cut.
Stallion shuffled the deck a few times; riffling the cards together, if not expertly then with a bit more aplomb than Knott had shown. He slid the newly shuffled deck across towards Knott who again declined the cut. "Alright. I suppose socks should go into the pot first?" He turned the statement into a question.
Knott nodded then smiled as Stallion laid out the first six cards face up. The sixth card out was the joker. "Damn." Knott said almost believably as he peeled off his socks and placed them on the table for Stallion to claim.
Stallion took the socks and placed them next to his chair smiling. "Well all fair in love and strip poker." He said gathering the cards back up and passing the deck to Knott.
He shuffled a couple of times then paused to pull at his shirt looking at Stallion for confirmation. Since he had already lost his socks it was now his shirt against Stallions socks in the ante. He dealt six cards up. None of them was the joker this time.
Stallion looked over the two hands since the bet went to him while Knott was showing the weaker hand. Knott was showing a two and five of clubs and a king of spades while Stallion had a pair of eights, diamonds and spades, and an ace of diamonds. Stallion thought for a moment then smiled. "Loser has to give the winner a kiss." He said passing the bet on to Knott who could call or raise. He called and dealt another card to Stallion, a two of hearts, and then one for himself, a king of diamonds. Knott was now showing the higher hand so it was his turn to either up the bid or pass to Stallion.
"Loser has to kiss the winner on the mouth." He said, upping the bet slightly.
It was already what Stallion had in mind when he made his bet, but the phrasing was just enough of a change to make it required. He called.
"Last Card." Knott said as he dealt Stallion's fifth and final card. It was a three of clubs. Knott cawed with glee and smiled as he dealt his final card. It was a king of clubs. "A bit of overkill I think." He said grinning at Stallion.
Stallion stripped the socks from his feet then moved over to stand beside Knott as he handed him the socks. He got down on his knees so their faces were close. He was breathing a little heavily and he wondered if his breath smelled like grass just before Knott leaned into the kiss and their lips touched very gently. His eyes closed as he pressed his mouth to the wolf's. Their lips parted and their tongues twined together exploring together. Stallion could feel the pointed canines of his companion and taste his sweet meaty breath. It was a surprisingly pleasant taste. Then they broke apart.
Knott was smiling. "You taste like fresh grass." He said in a very gentle voice that held no condemnation. "It was sweet. Is that what grass really tastes like?"
Stallion nodded. "It tastes sweet to me, though I didn't know how it might taste to a wolf until now." He moved back to his seat but couldn't seem to stop smiling as he took up the cards. "Shirts for both of us this time." He said as he shuffled the cards.
He dealt the first four cards face up but the joker popped out on Knott's side this time and Stallion sighed. "Damn jokers." He said as he stripped off his shirt and handed it over.
"I would've won anyway. I'm just that good." Said Knott confidently.
They both laughed.
Stallion handed the deck back to Knott who shuffled the four cards to the bottom of the deck and dealt again. The first six cards came out without the presence of the second joker. Stallion showed a pair of sixes, diamonds and clubs, and an ace of spades. Knott showed a pair of queens, diamonds and spades, and a two of diamonds.
Knott thought for a long moment then nodded. "Loser will close his eyes for two minutes and the winner does what he likes."
Stallion thought for a second. "Within the limits of the game of course. Only things that can be done without removing clothes the loser hasn't lost yet." He raised. He was enjoying this strange intimate period of foreplay and wanted it to continue for a while.
Knott nodded and dealt the next two cards. Stallion gained a three of spades while Knott gained a nine of hearts. Neither raised and the final cards were dealt. A five of diamonds first then an ace of hearts. Knott smiled broadly as Stallion pulled off his shirt and handed it to Knott then gave a little shiver of anticipation as he closed his eyes and sat back in his chair.
The light touch came first from behind. He hadn't even heard Knott move and muscles jumped beneath the hand as it touched him. The hands moved away for an instant then caressed again stroking with the fur across his belly. He snuffled a little as the hands reversed and raked through his fur a little more forcefully now up his abdomen to his chest where they stopped momentarily to flick gently at his erect nipples. One of the hands disappeared as the other moved up along his graceful neck to cup his left cheek pressing gently to turn his head.
He balked for just a moment wondering if Knott had decided to break the rules and might put something in his mouth he wasn't ready for. He stopped himself from reacting though and prepared himself even for that. He'd been right to trust he found. As his head turned he felt the hand that had disappeared snake it's way between his legs to cup him through the denim of his jeans while the other reached around to the back of his head as Knott's lips met his once more. He accepted the probing tongue as the other hand rubbed along his sheath through his jeans. He felt himself begin to stiffen and slid from his sheath and was suddenly glad he'd worn loose fitting jeans.
That meaty taste was in his mouth again and his breath gasped out as the hand below left his sheath and kneaded his testicles between splayed fingers rubbing the material of his boxers across them. A moment later the hand and the pressing mouth were gone. His penis pressed hard against his jeans as he opened his eyes.
Knott sat smiling at the other side of the table having once again moved with a grace that made so little sound Stallion hadn't heard it over his own breathing.
"Another hand?" He asked softly, not as if nothing had just happened but with a little breathlessness that said plainly how nice he'd found it.
Stallion nodded and smiled. "Sure. Another hand sounds good." He said as he took up the deck once more and shuffled quickly. He dealt the first six cards slowly to get his balance back after the last encounter.
When the cards were dealt Knott showed a three of hearts a five of hearts, and a six of hearts. Stallion showed an eight of hearts, a ten of hearts and a jack of hearts. They both looked down skeptically at the cards as they had fallen. Stallion passed the bid.
Knott didn't think for long this time. "The loser has to pose in his underwear for the winner however the winner likes." He bet.
Stallion smiled and nodded. "Call," he said and dealt the next two cards. Knott received the four of hearts and Stallion the nine of hearts. They both laughed as they looked at the cards.
"I did shuffle this before I dealt?" Stallion asked in an amused voice.
Knott nodded. "We both know you did. It's your bet."
He wasn't a superstitious wolf but this was beginning to look more and more like some sort of prophecy. He smiled at the thought as Stallion passed. He called and his last card was dealt. It was a seven of hearts.
Stallion paid no heed to the card as he turned over the final card and laid it with his own. The queen of hearts.
"Strait to the queen of hearts." Knott said with a slight purr as he looked down in surprise.
Stallion smiled. "I guess you're posing for me now." He said as he got up to stand beside the bed. Knott stripped off his jeans leaving him in nothing but his long brown fur and a pair of briefs. He smiled back at Stallion.
"So how would you like me to pose?" he asked with a noticeable little growl of pleasure in his voice.
Stallion motioned to the bed. "Just do something sexy." He said after a moment's thought.
Knott nodded and climbed onto the bed fluidly moving almost like water as he went from two feet to paws and knees. He smiled as he curled up on his side with his knees halfway to his chest then put one hand between his knees and the other curled up to prop up his head a little. He waggled his ears as he did this.
After a moment in that position he slid to the end of the bed then curled into a little ball and laid his muzzle on his knees showing his large green eyes at their largest and most puppy-like. Stallion was amazed at Knott's flexibility but strangely aroused by how innocent this position made him look.
When Stallion took a step towards the bed Knott uncurled and waggled a finger as he moved a little further back towards the head on paws and knees. He turned his bottom towards Stallion with his legs pressed together then flitted his tail up strait to reveal his brief covered bottom beneath as he turned to look at Stallion and gave a little whimper of wanting.
Stallion climbed onto the bed and Knott, seeing him move with purpose, rose to a sitting position to meet him. Their arms wrapped around one another and lips met as breath passed from horse body into wolf and wolf into horse. That moment seemed to Knott as passionate as any lovemaking ever had. He wondered for a moment, before the pleasure in the moment washed all other thought away, if it was the anticipation or the strange foreplay that had brought it. Then he was gone reveling in the smell, and feel, and taste of his partner.
Stallion wasn't completely lost in the moment, though he was passionately drawn to Knott as strongly as he'd ever been drawn to a woman, but instead of comparing the two experiences he reveled in the differences that made this experience the special thing that it was. The taste of Knott's breath intoxicated him as they kissed deeply for long minutes and their hands mutually worked them free of the last restraining clothes.
When Stallion was free of his restraining clothes he lightly pushed Knott onto his back. The wolf's eyes sparkled as Stallion kissed down his chest rubbing his hands through the luxurious fur. He found his nipples and rubbed them lightly between thumb and forefinger as his mouth continued down to the hollow of his belly.
The hands moved again spreading Knott's legs gently apart while Stallion settled himself on his elbows between then and the other hand stroked Knott's sheath coaxing out the slightly damp pink tip of his sex. Knott sat up a little and his eyes met Stallions questioningly. Stallion's eyes gave him his answer but the slight nod he gave and the small smile were even more reassuring. The hand resumed it's stroking as the length of his pink shaft extended itself hardening as it came.
"Draw the sheath back or it will stick on my knot." Knott managed to whisper in a voice that enhanced the mood rather than killed it.
Stallion drew Knott's sheath back as far as it would go until he could see the slightly enlarged bulbs on either side of the shaft. He lowered his head and tentatively drew his tongue over the tip of the pale pink sex. It tasted odd but not bad. He repeated the motion and decided that he liked it. He wrapped his lips around the shaft and began to suck like he might with a straw.
Knott giggled a little and leaned forward long enough to kiss Stallion on the brow. "You don't really suck on it." He said in his sexy instructing voice again. "You use your tongue and only a little air pressure. The lips help too but mostly it should be the tongue."
Stallion lowered his head again without speaking as Knott lay back once more. His knot had grow greatly and was now holding his sheath back on it's own. He wrapped his hand around the growing knot as he slid the rest of the shaft into his mouth encircling it with his tongue. He drew his mouth back as Knott whimpered with pleasure and arched his back a little nodding in appreciation and encouragement. His tongue circled the tip of the now fully swelled sex feeling the flat underside with its hole and the swelling of the shaft moving out from that point. His tongue stroked around the hole gently at first wrapping around the swell of the shaft as his lips once again slid down its length and his tongue gave more attention to the whole length.
Knott was clutching the bedspread as Stallion repeated the movements again and again each time taking more of the shaft into his muzzle until finally his lips wrapped even around the knot at the base of the shaft. Knott's hips bucked a few times uncontrollably and Stallion felt a hot spurt of pre-cum shoot across his tongue. It was watery with a salty under-taste. He continued his manipulations as more spurts of the warm liquid squirted onto his tongue. It was better than the taste of the penis itself. He wondered now how Knott's cum itself would taste and determined to find out. First he would tease a little thought.
He drew the shaft from his mouth and smiled licking his lips slightly as Knott whimpered and looked down at him. Stallion licked a finger wetting it well for lubrication then as he kissed Knott's knot he slowly slipped the finger into Knott.
The wolf whimpered further and his back arched as Stallion's finger sunk into him to the knuckle then retracted and repeated its slow penetration while at the same time the horse ran his lips lightly over the sensitive knot at the base of his shaft. Knott whined louder and bared his teeth in pleasure as a second finger joined the first. The other hand took over from the lips stroking his shaft slowly keeping the pleasure building as Stallion's fingers left him and were replaced by a probing tongue.
Knott's eyes opened in surprise and pleasure as sounds of deep longing escaped from him involuntarily. The horses tongue was long and slick sliding into him deeper even than the fingers had. His hips bucked against the probing tongue as involuntarily as those sounds were escaping his body. After long moments of the teasing tongue and stroking hand Stallion rose once more and again wrapped Knott's shaft in the warm embrace of his muzzle. He was close now and could not stop himself from humping into that seeking tongue as the horse repeated the process of slowly moving up and down until he finally reached the knot at the base.
Knott's eyes closed and he whispered, he would have shouted but the intensity of what was coming would not let him. "I'm cuming love." He said barely realizing what he was saying but knowing he should warn his lover.
Stallion heard the whisper and clamped his mouth firmly around the wolf's shaft lips engulfing even the knot as his hips bucked a final time before his shaft pulsed with the first of his flow. Stallion closed his eyes and let his tongue caress the pulsing shaft as the jet of thick hot liquid coated the back of his throat with the power of the orgasm. He swallowed, the movement of the muscles in his mouth further stimulating the wolf who cried out quietly in the throws of his pleasure as his shaft pulsed again and again, his seed flowing across Stallion's virgin tongue.
Stallion reveled in the taste of Knott's cum until the quivering had gone from the wolf's legs and the muscles of his stomach relaxed. The knot at the base of his penis was still throbbing a little but that was all. He drew the shaft carefully from his mouth making sure to clean the cum from it as he drew it out then swallowed the seed which had been deposited on his tongue.
Knott sat up and gathered Stallion into his arms pressing his muzzle into the horse's neck then kissed him again wrapping one hand around the back of his head to gently press Stallion's mouth tightly against his. He could taste his own cum on his lips but didn't care. He broke the kiss and split a little into his hand as he pushed Stallion back again slightly so he could rise to his knees. He rubbed the wetness on his hand beneath his tail then raised his tail as he had before when only posing. He looked back and whimpered again pleadingly.
Stallion moved forward, his shaft fully erect, and wrapped one strong arm around Knott's waste as he pressed himself beneath the wolf's seductively raised tail. Stallion's shaft was large and he was careful to move slowly giving him plenty of time to stretch, as he pressed further into his body. Whimpers of longing and desire were matched with other protests of slight pain and Stallion paused each time he heard one. Knott's whispered reassurances kept him from stopping with the fear he was hurting him.
After minutes of slow agonizing movement Stallion was buried hilt deep into Knott pressing his pelvis against the wolf's rump feeling the amazing number of muscles along his shaft contracting and loosening against him. He sat there reveling in the warm smoothness of it for a moment until a whimper of wanting issued from Knott who was now humping against the shaft buried inside him, stretching him to what was likely his maximum limit.
Stallion drew back an inch then moved forward again feeling the movement of his own shaft within the movement of the wolf's muscles. Again he drew back, further this time, and again slid forward, moving slowly as he bend over Knott's back now his arms both wrapped around the wolf's waist. As he continued to move his strokes became longer and growls of pleasure were forced from Knott as each stroke sunk the large horse to his hilt, his balls slapping slightly against the wolf's furry thighs.
Knott's back arched as he pushed back against Stallion now, making him move into him faster and faster. The horse could feel the pressure building as he grasped Knott's shaft, which had grown hard once again in his hand and began stroking it with the speed of his own strokes into the wolf.
His eyes closed on their own and a groan escaped the horse as he held himself back slowing him stroke briefly to whisper as Knott had done. "I'm cuming." He said just loud enough for Knott to hear. Knott's response was to thrust back against him faster pressing him as deep inside him as he could go. Stallion shuddered as Knott orgasmed again in his hand and a low howl escaped him. The muscles around his shaft convulsed with each pulse of Knott's orgasm and what little had been lost in the pause overflowed sending Stallion over the edge. They cam together Stallion filling Knott with a hot flood of seed that filled his stomach with warmth then overflowed as his already full passage overflowed with the gift of the horse's orgasm. Stallion neighed as shudder after shudder rocked his body thrusting him in and out of Knott involuntarily a couple of times before he pressed himself as firmly against his backside as he could.
After a few more moments Stallion's penis slipped from Knott accompanied by a flood of his own fluids. They both lay for a time still holding each other in the wet pool of their lovemaking.
They almost feel asleep like that lying in contented bliss wrapped around each other with drying semen all over them both. Finally though Knott kissed Stallion's eyelids open before he could fall completely asleep. "It's checkout time love." He said in a kind gentle voice. "We should have a shower before we leave and we've already been here for longer than we originally planned. Unless you want to scrap the plan now and stay the night."
Knott looked a little hopeful and Stallion almost agreed but then the thought of the fake name and credit card number came back to him. He might be comfortable right now, with this wolf, in this room, but what about outside. He decided he wasn't ready for that just yet, if he ever would be.
He kissed Knott gently on the forehead. "I'm sorry but I can't." He thought about making up some excuse that would sound reasonable then decided against it. "That's a lie. I'm just not ready for..." he motioned between them. "For this outside this room?" he said making his statement a question as if looking for Knott's approval.
Knott was disappointed but understood. He shook his head. "No, that's your business and they're your feelings. You have every right to figure this out for yourself in your own time. There were no promises made after all." Knott said as he pulled away gently and moved to the edge of the bed. "Let's have a shower then." He finished a little lamely.
Now he was feeling a little like the nervous one. Wondering if this strange partner of the night would ever contact him again. He could imagine the brown horse walking with him and eating breakfast in some roadside café as they traveled everywhere on the money he'd inherited from his father, who'd died just days before he could disown his gay son who had caused his final fatal heart attack by being caught in the arms of his father's accountant.
He could also imagine the life of his lover without him. He would go on and meet some filly or vixen and remember this night as a fond memory only when he had spent one amazing night with a stranger whose name he never even knew.
Knott shook himself out of his thoughts as he heard the shower's spray start in the bathroom and Stallion's voice calling to him. Knott got to his feet and smiled as he looked down at himself covered in drying fluids sticking his fur together. He wondered what his tight assed father would say if he could see him now, a wanderer looking for the next great love affair. He chuckled again then joined Stallion in the bathroom.
Less than an hour later Knott left the motel room looking both ways for any cleaning people or other guests up for a very early morning walk. He saw nothing but the dim light from a half dozen overhead lamps spaced so as to provide each room with at least a little light in the deep darks of early morning. He closed the door quietly behind him then quickly moved to the end of the building and descended the last set of stairs, retracing the steps he'd taken to get there. When he arrived at his car he climbed in and started the engine without delay then backed out of the space. He paused then for a single last look at the closed door of room 14 shivering slightly in the night air. It's a little cold without my jacket, he thought as he drove away towards the motel exit.
Only a few seconds after the pt cruiser was out of sight around the corner Stallion emerged from the room. In one arm he carried the worn black bomber jacket Knott had forgotten and in the other he carried his own light windbreaker. He cursed under his breath. He could have come out sooner and caught him if he'd seen the jacket before, but he hadn't and he'd missed him. Now he was gone. He trotted down the stairs wanting but not hoping really, to see the taillights of the pt cruiser just around the corner. Again he was disappointed.
He walked slowly to his car and opened the driver's door then pausing for a second to look at the jacket in each hand he tossed the windbreaker into the passengers seat then raised the bomber jacket to his nose for just a moment inhaling the scent of Kott that lingered in its every fiber.
After a moment, he sighed and put the jacket on. It was a little short in the sleeves but he didn't really care. It was only a half-inch and the shoulders were wide enough anyway. He hugged the jacket to himself for a second then climbed behind the wheel and started the engine.
Knott sat in the dark and took a long drag off the first cigarette he'd had since his father died two years before. The bright orange of the cherry left a little light ring in his vision as he exhaled the smoke and watched the swirls it formed turn purple in the dim light of the moon through lightly tinted windows.
The red Jeep drew up to the stop sign at the edge of the road and the silhouette of the driver looked left and right for a moment. For just a second Knott thought that silhouette had seen the cruiser parked in a dark corner of the motel parking lot. He prayed somewhere he wouldn't let his mind enter that the driver had seen and might come over to bring back a jacket that had been forgotten. It didn't happen. The driver just turned right, onto the highway, as Knott knew he would. He could see from here that Stallion had put on the jacket and he smiled as he fingered the three long hairs from Stallion's tail that he had taken in exchange for the jacket. In his heart it was a fair trade. He watched the jeep come closer but moving on a diagonal away from him there would be no chance of headlights spotting the cruiser now.
Knott looked into the eyes behind the wheel of that jeep and whispered into the void of the night that lay between then, "My name was Lark."