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Grr. More growling under his breath. It was a busy shift. And that damn fox was doing everything he could to distract him. Pop. Pop. Pop pop pop. Another wall went up, luckily filling his field of view, and distracting him a bit.

"Hey big guy. Need some more sheet nails?"

"No." He growled some more.

His spare belt got swapped out with a fresh one anyway. The others filtered out of the room, conveniently leaving the both of them alone. No doubt going to go on to the next room and prep there. This one wasn't quite ready yet to hand off to the next crew. Things would take a while to settle. The other person in the room brushed past him, and he caught the foxes' arm.

"Just what are you doing? We had an agreement."

"Oh, you getting pent up already? Tsk, tsk. Shame you'll just have to wait until lunch."

Yet another growl.

"It's another two hours yet. At the very least, stop tempting me so much. Please."

"I'll see what I can doooo..." He trailed off, pulling out of his grip easily.

Ugh. It was going to be a long shift if he kept it up. A small tusset of his fur trailed, floating, to the floor. White was too obvious to leave behind. Pocket did a good job of holding it after he picked it up though. Sweat rolled through his fur as he picked up his own equipment. Tech made things easier, but it only left more time for... shenanigans.

Especially with Logee. That damned fox. They had an agreement, but he was doing everything in his power to up the ante. He set one of the cargodrones to follow him to the next room, picking up the spare equipment others had left as well. The room was still a mess, but they'd come back and pick up a bit later. Better to do things in phases. Or, that was what the crew lead said, at least. He scowled a bit as the next room was already packed with people working. If they kept up this pace, they'd finish the entire floor by this week. Perhaps even today. It was Friday, after all.

"Taking a break with Logee? Whatever, doesn't matter. We've got one wall up already without you. Nail it down and do your thing." Another of the workers brushed past him, summarizing.

He responded with little more than a grunt. Work was work, but it paid well enough. He only had to go another hour or two anyways, then they could have their little rendezvous. It took a quick, unnoticeable moment to adjust himself. Oh yeah. The rest of the day would be easier afterwards. But, for now, his focus was entirely on the job at hand. It was a good thing, too, because it was a busy few hours.

A few hours later....

"That's all for now!" One of the others, his crew lead clapped over the loud noise. "Time for a break! Go get yourself a lunch, smoke break, whatever. Put all of your stuff safely away, and whatever other time is your to do with... as you please." He stole a glance at him. The bear could have sworn he saw a smirk.

"Whatever." He grunted. It took a little while to unplug, unwrap, and stow his kit on the cargodrone.

Electrical was already hooked up, so he even plugged it in. The other assorted folk let him do his thing as they took an elevator down, back to ground level. The last he saw of them was an assorted batch of rug-like fur disappearing in the elevator. Good riddance for the moment, at least. But, he had a different direction in mind. Two elevators was handy for a building like this. He padded past the nice, residential elevator, onto the larger cargo elevator. It went to the same floor, and he didn't feel like waiting. He had... a date of sorts anyway.

Even the buttons were less fancy. Just a panel, with physical buttons that lit up. No need for a touchscreen anyways. Up he went.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two..." He counted, tapping his footpaw impatiently.

"And thirty." The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

The floor was quiet, other than a quiet shuffling of feet. And then the sound of a picnic sheet being laid out. A few pops and clicks as containers were opened. He stepped off. This was the floor. That same fox was in the process of laying out a picnic of sorts. A smile was on his muzzle, too.

"Just laying out the food. Didn't know if you wanted to eat first, or what." Logee shrugged, smoothing out the sheet.

"Maybe a snack beforehand would be nice. Think anyone will come up here?"

"Nah. It's already finished. This is supposed to be one of the fancier floors anyway. Everything but doors, too."

The early afternoon sun filtered in through the windows. Massive things they were, spanning from floor to ceiling. Even without lights on, the floor was brightly lit. What few walls there were barely even cast any shadows. Carpet felt soft, even through his shoes. Paint had been slathered onto the walls so recently, he didn't chance touching them. Still, Logee waited patiently.

"It's like you weren't just here yesterday, finishing up some things Raul missed."

"Raul is forgetful sometimes. But yeah. I must have hit the bar on Thursday a little hard after work."

"You say that like you don't have a hangover." He rolled his eyes. "Well, food or... me?"

"I don't though. What's some of the lighter stuff?"

"Got a variety, some salad, sandwiches, packed meats. Few fruits and veggies, too, though they're mostly for me. Brought the brand of salami you liked, too."

For once, a smile found its' way to his muzzle, too.

"Knew I kept you around for some reason."

"Pfft. Big polar bear getting soft on me? And I thought that was just because you wanted some, Ron."

"I do. I just forgot breakfast, that's all." Ron sat down, eardrums prickling as another elevator went by.

"You bristle when you hear the elevators, you know."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Afraid of getting caught?" Logee teased.

"Maybe just a bit."

"Put some food in your belly, and maybe that'll go away a bit. Here." He pulled something wrapped in plastic out of his backpack.

"Breadless sandwich? I'll definitely take that."

And it was good, too. His stomach growled even as he was stuffing it into his muzzle. His rather-unused jaw muscles protested a bit, having been used perhaps once or twice that entire day. Not that he had cause to, talking was a waste of time when there was work to be done. The crew coordinated well enough without it as well. Happened when you'd spent years together.

"Thinking again?"

"A little. Also enjoying the sandwich." Ron admitted.

"Packed fresh this morning, and deli just got the roll of the stuff in last night."

"Good. It tastes better, the fresher it is."

"Well. Of course it does. It's meat, after all. Now as for me..."

A few pops later, and Logee was busy stuffing some salad into his muzzle. Ron almost grimaced at the enjoyment he had while eating it. It was just leaves... far better for some herbivore to eat. But, if the fox wanted to gnaw on some leaves, he wouldn't stop him. Well, so long as he had a breath mint afterwards at the very least. Though, of course, it would only be fair for him to have one, too. They ate in silence, thoughtfully chewing on their respective snacks.

"I'm telling you, it tastes pretty good."

"Hard pass."

"I brought a spare wrap or two if you wanted to try, but I guess it'll be more for me then."

"Don't fill up too much, now."

"First thing I've had since last night, at dinner, so... Little hungry. Luckily, my stomach doesn't even remember it exists until I feed it." Logee chuckled a bit.

"Weird fox."

"Weird polar bear." He retorted.

It wasn't long until both of them were sated. At least for the time being. Another few elevators went by. More than likely some suits checking out the penthouse that they'd finished last month. It was odd, finishing floors going from top to bottom... but neither Ron nor Logee argued. If it worked, it worked. Still. He couldn't help but wonder what Raul was thinking when he came up with it.

"Stop it."

"Huh?"

"You're thinking again."

"What? It's not dangerous."

"Hardly. But, it means you're not focusing on what's in front of you."

"Look. I've got a fox, a plastic and cloth picnic sheet, and some nice food in front of me."

"That's not what I meant." Logee huffed, leaning back.

"Well, what do you mean then?" He fished out a napkin and cleaned his paws and muzzle a bit.

"If you're not thinking about the food, or me, then you're thinking about work, and thus, aren't thinking about enjoying your break. So, I suggest thinking more about other things, not related to work." Logee explained.

"Well. I can think of one line of thought whose rails I'd rather get on." Ron smirked.

"Is that what we're calling it now? Heh."

While the backpack was big, it didn't take long for him to fish out the lube. He tossed it from paw to paw as Ron continued chewing his thoughts. Though, this time, it thankfully wasn't about work. Even if they only had exactly forty-five minutes left on their break. Alright. Maybe it was still a little about work. But, thoughts of their last encounter were certainly nudging it down a different set of tracks. They were a little rusty, though.

"You just going to sit there? I know it's been a while, but come on. Just 'cause I was away for a month on work means you've forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten anything. It's just taking a while to shift gears." Ron protested.

"Well, let me get some anti-rust solvent, then..."

He was forward with it, too, sweeping the food and another miscellany off the sheet and onto the carpet. Everything was sealed in plastic containers, luckily. He took a moment to note that the sheet was huge. More than enough space for a bit of play. Gears clicked into place, and his paws floated a bit lower, after brushing them off on the sheet yet again. A sharp bit of metal poked at his pawpads. He unclipped the belt of nails, and then his actual belt.

"Forgot about those again?"

"Forget they're there, but I can tell you exactly how many are left on it, so..." He trailed off.

Logee was about to throw a barb back, but shook his muzzle. Another pair of paws roamed through his fur. After setting aside that damned roll of nails, at least. They found their way underneath his shirt, lifting it up a bit. The muscle underneath his pawpads was tighter than a violin string tuned to a high note. Still, he lifted his arms up as Logee pulled his shirt off of him. As large as the bear was, his fur was soft, and he only had a bit of fat. It was impossible to grow too fat working a physical job like this, but somehow, others managed...

"Kept at the gym?" Logee questioned.

"Once or twice a week. It's easier to just not eat as much." He didn't continue the line of questioning.

Instead, the sound of a zipper broke the silence. It was a bit of work tugging his somewhat-dirty jeans off, but he managed. Or rather, he managed with the foxes' help, at least. The clothes came off faster, the fewer garments were left. That was a situation Logee was more than happy with, letting the polar bear tug his shirt off and over his head.

Seemingly moments later, there was a pile of clothes on the floor. The as yet unstained, unsullied, and unused carpet. It was really nice carpet. It made a very nice base layer above the hardwood floor, and the picnic sheet above that. Logee pulled him back to reality when a paw rested on his thigh. Another found its' way to his muzzle, pulling him to look at the fox. Long muzzle made smirks all the more prominent. Smiles, too. Hazel eyes bored into his soul. He took a bit of initiative, his own paws pulling the fox in for a kiss.

They tumbled over, with Logee on top. Already, he could feel the foxes' rod rubbing against his own. And his soft, soft fur behind that. But, the tongue invading his muzzle demanded a bit more attention that that. Even having just ate, the taste of salad was nowhere to be found. Lucky, as that would have been a mood ruiner. Still, he didn't have time to think about that. Neither of them did, as they were too busy enjoying each other. It was electric every time Logee moved above him, shifting his weight. It seemed like an eternity, but eventually it had to end.

"That was one thing I certainly didn't forget." He used the back of his paw to wipe an errant bit of saliva off of his chin.

"It was a good refresher. Now, what about these, hmm?"

He took both of their rods in his paw, and fished behind him a bit. His ears pulled back as he smiled, lube in paw. Holding the cap, he shook it, and waited a moment. A scowl, then he put the bottle between the two of them. Leaning down, it was sandwiched between them. After the too-hot work day, it felt almost as cold as ice. Still, it cooled both of them off a bit. Even if that was counteracted by Logee rubbing himself against the bear. Soft fur rubbed against his rod, the fox stroking the both of them as he shifted, moving his hips a bit.

"Bit cold still, huh?"

"Yeah. Feels good though."

"Wonder if they would have noticed the AC being turned on early..."

"Nah. Bit late now though."

"Whatever, I guess."

It wouldn't have done much either way though. It felt like a sauna, but still cooler than the work area had been. The bottle was warm enough now, and Logee wasted no time. The cap popped, and then cool, almost soothing gel-like lube oozed out onto them. With how cold it still was, he was glad that he hadn't rushed and put it on earlier. Ron bit back a moan as he continued stroking, working the lube into both of their rods.

It'd be a bit tight if they both wanted to top, but Ron didn't question it. Forty minutes. He shook his muzzle, and Logee stopped for a moment.

"Too cold?"

"No, brain keeps going back to work."

"Stop it." His clean forepaw tapped his forehead. "You hear that, bruin brain? Stop thinking about work."

Ron couldn't help but chuckle.

"If only that worked."

"Good thing I know one thing that definitely works."

He continued stroking, slow, tugging pulls on the both of them. Their own pre mixed into the lube. A little stained their fur, but that didn't matter much. It'd be stuffed back into pants soon anyways. Disappointing, really. He rather liked how they both looked without clothes on. Ah well. Such was life. Logee found himself getting distracted, even. Still, a clock ticked in his head. And, as nice as the frotting, grinding, enjoyably pleasurable rubbing was... He'd rather have the full course.

"I don't know about you, but I know I wanna get pounded, at least."

"Well, help yourself. I might, or might not, pends on how much time we have."

"So much better when we're both rather flexible in that regard. Hmmm." Half-rumble of pleasure, half-chuckle rolled out of his muzzle.

The slick forepaw left their rods, and with a little more lube, it wasn't long until he was moving into position over the polar bear. Still, that same forepaw took a moment to give himself a few prods. His tailhole clenched down a bit, but relaxed easily. It was a sensation he was used to, and one Ron had given him more than enough practice with... Still, he didn't wait long, taking the rod in paw, and spreading his ass with the other. Ron wasn't passive, either. His paws landed on the foxes' hips, ready to pull him down if he needed a bit more oomph.

He didn't though. A short yip rolled out of his muzzle, and he flattened his ears as he speared himself. Ron was a big bear, and definitely more than average downstairs. Still, nothing he couldn't handle. It was a bit much at first though, and he slowly dropped further, and further into his lap. Opening his eyes, he saw that same familiar look on his muzzle as always. Concern etched into his features, but pleasure in his smile. Logee stared back.

"What? You do that every time."

"It's the yip, honestly. Keeps making me think you hurt yourself."

"Remember when we first had a bit of fun? I made a promise that I'd tell you if I did. So far, we haven't. Maybe a sore ass the day after, but nothing I can't handle."

"I knooow..." Ron whined.

"Relax. Lemme take care of this round."

And he did, too. Paws found their way to the bears' chest, and his tail hiked itself out of the way. Even with his earlier protests, he soon found the vulpine riding him eagerly. Tight, and yet loose enough to stretch around him with every rolling drop of his hips. It was a lovely break. Time kept ticking, but he didn't see the exact numbers any more. It was a good thing, too, because he could have spent an eternity like this. And, so could Logee. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle, and his paw-pads and digits gripped the bear. Wet, messy sounds reached his ears too, drowning out the occasional elevator.

His digits dug into that soft fur. His own body felt overheated, almost on fire. He'd have it no other way, either. Neither would that damned fox. As annoying as his antics could get, he always made up for it in spades. Usually like this, even. Each time he dropped into his lap, he took more and more. Eager to be filled, and claimed as the bears' own. Even if he were on top, Logee was going to get exactly what he wanted. Luckily, that coincided precisely with what Ron wanted at that moment. He pulled the fox into his lap a bit further, helping him take as much of his rod as he could.

"Hmm, gotten a bit more eager? My legs were starting to burn anyways..." Logee panted.

The bear didn't answer, instead, his hips and paws did the talking. His balls felt heavy with each thrust, but that was no surprise. It had been a few weeks, anyways. He needed it every bit as much as Logee did. Probably more, even. The fox was no stranger to others, but the bear kept to himself. Well, other than with a certain fox in his lap. Cute little moans and soft yips rolled out of his muzzle. The feeling of his rod being worked expertly was heavenly. He brought a paw up to help Logee a bit, wrapping around his rod. Already, his knot was beginning to form. Two paws, then.

Ron may have been below him, on the floor, but he didn't lack for effort. And with the paws wrapped around his rod, it was clear. Of course, it felt like this could go on forever. But, fatigue and a bit of exhaustion suggested a clear finish. Still, it took a bit of convincing for both of them. His rounded butt landed right in the bears lap with a slap more felt that heard. Hot, thick rod poking into him, he squirmed at the feeling. And he almost regretted pulling himself up, only to drop himself all the way back down in a single movement. The fox shivered with the pleasure coursing through him. Yeah, this would make up for the first half of the day...

"Hrr, close. Better get that muzzle to work if you don't want a mess..."

"Hold out a moment, I'm closerrrr." Ron growled.

The first spurt of a rather sizable load shot into him with some pressure. More and more followed, causing the bear to scrunch his short muzzle up into a scowl. It was cute, and Logee held back. The less mess they'd need to clean up, the better. But still, it took some effort. He didn't stop moving, either, instead opting to slowly milk the bear of his entire orgasm, while holding his own back. It was a herculean effort, and he nudged the paws off of his rod. A touch, maybe even a breath would set him off. He growled, waiting for the orgasm to taper off.

"Un -huff- loaded. Should have really used a condom for mess prevention, but... Scoot up and we'll see about yours, too."

A digital alarm rang on his phone. Dammit. They'd have to clean up quick. Despite his nonchalant exterior, Ron could feel Logee clench up. His own back cracked a bit as he curled himself up. Logee was no slacker downstairs either, but they had to hurry regardless. Less than an inch remained plugged inside him, and it was just enough for the bear to reach him. His paws nudged that muzzle towards him. One lick, two. Three. Each was electric spasms of pleasure. But, he still held back. It was payback for teasing him, and he knew it. Still, when his muzzle finally took his canine rod into it, knot and all, it didn't take a lick of convincing to finish him off.

"R-ron..." He stumbled over his words as he was finally drawn into his own orgasm.

It poked into his throat, but he could manage. Every spurt the fox had, he gulped down eagerly. The lube tasted odd, but it didn't much matter. His knot pushed itself out a bit as it inflated fully. It'd take a while to go down, but more quickly than if they'd some other fun. Ah well. Next time. Perhaps that night. After a little while, the flow died down a bit, and his paws let go of their death-grip on his head. Everything about him relaxed, only held up by Rons supportive paws.

"I needed that a lot. A month is a long time, y'know?"

The bear looked up at him, letting him withdraw at his own pace. Not a drop left his muzzle, and only a thick sheen of lube, and saliva remained on his shiny rod. He coughed a moment, letting his throat recuperate, then wiped his muzzle.

"I could tell. Rather thick. But, we're almost out of time. Gotta get cleaned up and back, y'know."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Help me out, will ya?"

"Of course."

Despite their messy fun, by the time the second alarm went off, they were heading back already. A bit of perfume and cologne later, and no one was the wiser. It had been an excellent break. A good meal afterwards too. They split up so as to not raise as much suspicion. Luckily, breath mints and excuses made up the rest. Still, for a break, it had been a rather nice one. Even if the rest of the day dragged on as much as the earlier shift had. The building was coming along nicely, too.

With all of that, though, he was glad when Raul finally called it quits for the day, and sent the crew home. His car door shut by itself. He was just adjusting the rear-view mirror when something smelled off. Familiar, yet off. A glance over his shoulder into the backseat told him everything.

"What? Thought you'd ditch me that easily?"

"No. I was about to call, actually, and ask if you wanted to come over for the night."

"The answer is yes. Hurry up and set it going. Haven't seen your place yet anyways..."

"Well, that puts both of us in agreement. Nothing you need to do at yours, though?"

"... It's the weekend. No. And besides, this time, I brought these..."

An entire roll of condoms unraveled out of his paws. Ron sighed, and turned the car on. Then the automated AI. His balls were going to be emptied, and maybe a bit sore by the end of the weekend. But, that was an acceptable way to spend a weekend. Besides, maybe he'd even visit Logee's place by the end of it too.

Or they could just screw each others brains out the entire weekend. That was good too.

-Fin!

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