Diner
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David hated bacon.
He hated the way it sizzled and spattered whenever it was put onto a hot skillet. He hated how it would be chewy and stringy in one batch and crunchy and dry in the next. He hated how difficult it could be to separate one raw strip from the others when getting it out of the package. He hated how everyone seemed to worship the meat even though it was awful for your health. He hated how it was included in every single meal and how he had to cook it day in and day out. And most of all, he hated how the smell of bacon would cling to his fur and leave him reeking of the odor even after a good shampooing.
The young otter grit his teeth and scraped the leftover fat into a big jar by the stove that would later be used to grease the pan for eggs or pancakes. He could hear the other cook yelling something to the front of the diner about being low on strawberries and the girl at the front counter called back her acknowledgment. They'd finally slowed down after what seemed like a swarm of people suddenly came through the doors at a little past two. David and the other cook, Connor, had been working several burners at once just to try and keep up.
David's short, black hair was mussed and untidy where he'd rubbed at it with his forearm in an attempt to keep it from his eyes, and the sweat from dripping down his face. His apron was covered in grease, fat, batter, and who knew what else from the last few hours of cooking up a storm. The tip of his rudder-like tail smarted from where the swinging door to the front had accidentally closed on it, and he'd spilled a bit of hot grease over the edge of a pan and onto the back of one wrist, burning himself. Just another glorious day at the diner.
Connor wandered from the storeroom over to the sink and started attacking the dishes that had started to pile up. The wolf was a couple years older than he was, and despite the thicker fur, never seemed to look nearly as disheveled as David did. Connor had rust-colored fur, dark brown eyes, and a casual grace to his movements that made every task he did look as if he'd practiced the motions hundreds of times. Truthfully, in this joint, that was the case for both of them, but David always felt clumsy and awkward about it.
Even now, Connor was flipping plates and utensils around in his hands and bobbing his head to unheard music. He stole a few fries off some plate that looked barely touched before dumping the food into the bin and shaking his head at the waste. This was just another typical, enjoyable day of work for the wolf. David wished he could be as relaxed after such a grueling shift, but the he hated being dirty and feeling so rushed.
David grabbed the few implements he'd dirtied over to the sink to use it after Connor was done but the wolf just took everything from him before he could protest and started washing it all down, whistling to himself as he worked. The otter slumped against the work station, eying the wolf irritably and noticed his apron was still clean. You couldn't tell by looking at him that he'd just spent nearly two hours over a stove without any chance to breathe.
Damn him, David thought.
The wolf seemed to notice the otter's distress and he raised his eyebrows inquisitively as he began scouring a pan. "Everything okay?" he asked.
David glanced up at Connor's face, eyebrows also going up, but then he shook his head and rolled his shoulders. "Eh. Just... a long night," he muttered, looking back down to his feet.
Connor let out a genuine, throaty laugh and started piling plates into the washer beside the sink. "Hah, feels like everything has flown by! Can't believe it's almost time to go, right? Only like, an hour and a half left!" he said cheerfully, loading the washer full and turning it on.
The otter narrowed his eyes. His knuckles cracked as he squeezed the edge of the counter and shook his head without responding.
The wolf just carried on as if nothing was amiss. "And we're off tomorrow, so really, we're on the home stretch! I'm probably going to work on my bike and try and get everything clean and running smoothly. What about you, any plans?"
David looked up at Connor and released his death-grip on the counter, slumping his shoulders. "Oh, no, not really. Hardly ever have anything going on," he said, absently rubbing at his burned wrist with a paw and gritting his teeth over his words.
Connor reached over and took David's paw, turning it over to inspect the flesh just beneath the fur. "What, get yourself on the stove?" he asked, frowning and moving to get a better look.
The otter's cheeks warmed at the sudden touch but he didn't pull his paw away. "Y-yeah, an hour or two ago. Just spilled some grease onto it. It's not so bad," he mumbled.
"Hm, doesn't look like anything worse than just a first degree burn. Still. You should have said something. We could have bandaged it real fast," he said, giving the otter a disapproving tsk.
David pulled his paw away, small ears flat against his head. "We were fucking slammed. When could we have taken the time for that?" he said, though he regretted the tone as soon as he'd said it. Connor, after all, was just trying to be nice.
The wolf didn't seem at all offended by David's snap, and he clapped the otter's shoulder. "Pfft, you being injured is more important than some food order. Come on, there's a first aid kit in the office, I think."
Connor turned his back on the otter, for which David was thankful as his cheeks had turned even redder at the wolf's compliment. David had always found the wolf to be rather attractive, if not overly-cheerful. He didn't know much about Connor's life outside of work, except that the wolf rode a motorcycle to and from work and had several girlfriends and boyfriends over the past year, and only know about them whenever they'd show up at the diner. David, for his part, had been relatively alone since his sophomore year of high school, and didn't put much effort into looking.
He followed the wolf into the small, cramped office at the end of the hall and stood by the door while Connor began rummaging through drawers before pulling out what appeared to be a tin lunchbox with a big red plus sign on the side. The wolf produced a small tube of cream, gauze, and a bandage. "Alright, give me your wrist," he said, reaching out a paw towards the otter.
David stepped close and slipped his fingers into Connor's, as if he were about to be led somewhere and Connor looked up in surprise before flashing the otter a bright grin.
"I said your wrist, my lady," he teased, squeezing the otter's paw and pulling him towards the desk.
"Sorry," David muttered, face going red once more as he looked down and let the wolf work.
Connor shook his head, turning David's arm around to get better access to the burned flesh so he could coat it in cream. "Nah, it was cute," he replied.
David eyed the ointment and briefly wondered if he'd have to apply the stuff to his cheeks with how they burned. The best he could do was mumble an inaudible "thanks" under his breath and stay quiet.
The wolf had just applied a thick dollop of clear, slimy ointment to his wrist, and hadn't began to rub it in before Tabby yelled from the front about some customers coming in. David reflexively pulled away and was heading for the door to go back to the kitchen when Connor grabbed him by the paw and pulled him back over. "Oh no you don't," the wolf said.
"But, there's customers," he protested.
"And Tabby warns us before they've even stepped in the door. They'll take a few minutes to order, and we can get you all patched up before then," Connor said, smearing the cream carefully against the otter's wrist.
It smelled heavily of tea tree oil and David's nose wrinkled at the slightly pungent scent. Connor put a small pad atop the wound and then began wrapping it with gauze to keep it in place, followed by a bandage to help keep it covered. Once again, those paws were smooth, sure, and graceful, and David had a brief pang of envy for how confident Connor always seemed to be.
"There," he said, using some medical tape to secure the bandage. "That should hold up to whatever you manage to do." Connor flashed David a warm smile and took his paw once more, giving it a squeeze. "Promise you'll say something if it happens again? And not wait an hour?"
David's heart beat in his chest and he brushed his hair from his eyes with his free paw. "Yeah."
"Good," Connor said, still holding onto the otter's paw. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and the wolf's cool smile never wavered.
"Um," David began, looking away shyly and tugging his fingers free of Connor's. He hadn't realized just how close they'd been standing, and with his legs pressed against the back of the desk it was obvious who'd closed the distance. "We should get back to the kitchen," he said dumbly.
Connor remained where he was standing for a few seconds more before giving a curt nod and backing towards the door. "That we should."
The otter smoothed his paws down his dirty apron, feeling the throb of arousal between his legs, and he was glad the apron would hide the bulge from view. "Damn wolf," he muttered to himself before striding back towards the kitchen.
The next hour was busy, but not nearly as much as it had been previously. David spent most of the time thinking about the wolf as he slaved over the stove. He was surprised how quickly that hour went by with his mind on something other than cooking, and he didn't feel as stressed when they were done.
The otter wiped down his workstation and walked back towards Connor who was humming away as he finished his own cleaning. "Thanks," he said, leaning on the counter and looking down at the bandage on his wrist.
"Hm?" Connor asked, washing and drying his paws. "What for?"
David held up his wrist in answer and shrugged.
The wolf laughed and put an arm over David's shoulder, giving him a sideways hug. "Hah, course. No need to thank me. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You just seem kind of down about some things at times."
David frowned and looked down at the counter, fingers drumming on the surface. "It's just kind of... hard sometimes. I feel like all I do is work and sleep, and I really don't like working here."
"It's not the most glamorous of places, I'll give you that," Connor said, letting his arm fall from David's shoulders. "But it pays, and it's close by, and the company isn't too bad."
"I don't really think about the company," the otter started to say, rolling his eyes.
"Wrong company, dork," Connor chuckled, bringing a paw up to the otter's chin and turning his head. His lips curled up at either side, teeth bared in a wide grin.
Realization dawned on the otter and his face heated up in understanding. His muzzle hung open slightly as he was turned to look at the wolf's face and before he could say something, the wolf's lips found his own. David's body stiffened and his eyes fluttered closed as he pressed back into that kiss, heart beating against his chest. The paw on his chin slid along his cheek until it held the back of his neck, pulling him close to the wolf's chest.
David pressed against Connor's chest, both paws held awkwardly at his own sides, unsure of what to do with them as Connor squeezed him close. Their lips meshed together perfectly and the wolf's tongue teased over his lips before his own snuck out to meet it. One of the otter's paws came to rest on Connor's hip while the other hung at his side before the wolf's paw found it and laced their fingers together.
The otter let out a low groan of excitement as Connor shifted them towards the counter, pinning the smaller otter back against the work station with his body. Several layers of fabric separated their bare fur, but David could feel the wolf's bulge grinding against his own. His shaft throbbed in response and he squeezed Connor's paw in his own, letting out a needy whimper into the wolf's maw.
Connor broke the kiss and pressed his muzzle into David's neck, gently nipping at his skin while his paws slipped to the knot in David's apron. He had to pull away from the otter to slip the fabric off from around his neck and he let it fall to the floor before they pressed back together.
The otter's paws fumbled several times with the knot in Connor's apron, yet another thing the wolf had done smoothly that he felt awkward and clumsy. He finally got it untied and tugged the apron up off from the wolf's neck. Connor then found the hem of his shirt and lifted it enough to run both of his paws over the smooth, short fur of his stomach and sides, claws gently tracing up along his flesh.
David let his head fall back and he sighed happily, hips pressed to the wolf's. "W-we can't," he whispered.
"Why not?" Connor said, his voice amused. He ran his paws up further until David had to lift his arms, his shirt being pulled off his slim frame and dropped to meet the apron.
David felt so exposed in the kitchen, especially since their coworker could come in at any moment. She refused to come back to the kitchen, though, afraid to get messy, but there was still that chance. "What if someone shows up?" he asked quietly.
"This close to closing time? I doubt it. Tabby's probably already shut off the sign, just to discourage it," Connor replied, teeth grazing over the otter's small ears. The wolf dragged his claws lightly down the otter's chest until the tips of his fingers hooked into the otter's jeans. He made quick work of the button at the front and his palm pressed firmly into the otter's bulge as he parted the zipper.
"Ooh, uncut," he whispered as David's jeans fell to the floor. The otter wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the denim and Connor wrapped a paw around the thick, uncut length that sprang forth.
David felt his cheeks reddening as he was exposed even further, now standing naked in the kitchen while the still-clothed wolf felt him up. Connor's fingers teased over the head of his shaft and then pulled his foreskin back and forth, a drop of pre drooling out against the rust-colored fingers.
"I was wondering what you had," the wolf said, growling softly in excitement as he stroked the otter openly. He ground his own bulge against David's thigh, muzzle tilted down to watch between their bodies.
David bit his lip to stifle a moan as his length was toyed with. It had been some time since he'd fooled around with someone and the wolf's fingers knew what they were doing. "Wh-what about you?" he asked, barely able to get the words out from around his own anxiousness.
Connor chuckled and took a half step back, arms falling to his side. "Well, if you want to know, there's one really good way to find out," he said, swaying his hips side to side invitingly.
The otter kept his paws on the counter behind him for a few seconds longer, attempting to catch his breath. Pre was running down the underside of his length as it bobbed in front of him and his eyes traveled down to the front of the wolf's jeans where he could see a thick ridge along the zipper. Before his nerves could tell him to do otherwise, he fell to his knees in front of the wolf and popped open the button in front of his muzzle. His heart felt as if it skipped every other beat as he dragged the zipper down to open the wolf's jeans, and as he tugged them down, he could see the fat length straining at the boxers beneath. The wolf just stood there silently, letting the otter explore on his own.
David ran his paws up over the wolf's thighs and leaned in to press his muzzle against the bulge, eyes closed in bliss as felt the length throb back against his muzzle. His musk was intoxicating and the otter's lungs strained to take in as big a breath as he could manage. A few moments of grinding his muzzle over the wolf's trapped length and he couldn't take any longer. He pulled the boxers down in one quick tug, grunting in surprise as the wolf's canine length smacked him hard under his jaw, a jet of pre spraying out over the bridge of his muzzle.
One of Connor's paws brushed his hair aside, petting back along his head in encouragement. David needed none, and his lips pressed to the tapered tip, pressing down and letting the length part his lips. Rich, tangy pre pattered against his tongue as he slid down over the wolf's length, jaw aching to stretch wide enough. He heard the wolf above moan in pleasure and he twisted his tongue against the veined length, wanting to remember every inch of the turgid flesh.
An eternity seemed to pass as the otter's muzzle rose and fell over the wolf's cock, swallowing every few seconds to keep from drowning on the copious amounts of pre that shot to the back of his throat. He finally drew off, taking a few more watery spurts of pre against his muzzle and cheek as Connor's paws lifted him back to his feet. He let the wolf turn him around and he leaned against the cool, metal workstation, his uncut length bobbing in the open, a thick strand of pre hanging down from the head.
David did his best to relax as he felt the wolf's paws lift his tail out of the way. He'd had use of several toys over the past few months, but even then, Connor's girth would be a challenge. There was no way he'd pass this up, though, and he took a deep breath as the wolf's drippy tip pressed in against his pucker.
Connor's muzzle found his ear and gave it a soft kiss. "Just tell me if I need to stop," he said, one paw holding the otter's waist and the other snaking around his chest to hug him close.
David nodded, but knew that nothing would allow him to stop the wolf.
It hurt just as David knew it would, too. The wolf's shaft spread him open and felt like fire as his body tried to adjust to the wide intruder. David kept his jaw clenched tight to prevent him from making any sounds of discomfort and he even pushed backwards to sink more of that thick length into his passage. His resolve faltered and he almost cried out until he felt the thick bulb of the wolf's knot rest against him.
Connor stayed still for a minute, his shaft pulsing and filling the otter's tunnel with thin spurts of pre. David was silently thankful for the reprieve, his forehead resting on the metal work station as he fought to relax.
"Are you okay?" the wolf asked, pulling back and inch or two to gauge the otter's reaction.
To his own surprise, when he nodded his assent, he meant it. The pain was lessening and Connor was pressing firmly on a few sweet spots that kept him hard as a rock. His arms lay over the metal surface he was pressed against and he wiggled his hips, feeling the thick length pressing into him again.
The wolf's muzzle pressed into David's neck as he moaned, hips beginning to roll back and forth as he picked up the pace. Even as unlikely as it was that they'd be caught, they still didn't want to spend too much time in such an exposed area. Connor stood up and looked down between them to watch his cock disappear into the otter's tight passage. His knot ground forward against the stretched flesh every time he thrust in and he longed to force it into the smaller male, but they didn't have the time for that.
David's paws gripped the far edge of the workstation as Connor gathered speed and power behind his thrusts. Heavy balls slapped his own smaller pair and David could feel a tingling start at the base of his that began traveling up the length of his shaft. Connor was working himself into a frenzy and the work station groaned in protest as they rocked against it over and over.
The otter's breath caught in his throat as he felt his orgasm approaching like a speeding train. There was nothing he could do to stop it and his eyes watered as he hung onto the edge as long as he could, fighting it down and failing. David sucked in several staggering breaths and then let out a sharp gasp as he came hard. A metallic thump was heard as cum fired against the metal shelves of the work station he was leaning against.
Connor grunted as the passage he was humping suddenly clamped down on him and he shuddered as his own climax hit him. He buried himself to the edge of his knot cum pouring into the smaller otter in a rushing wave. Without his knot tying them together, his seed leaked back out from around his length, drooling down over David's thighs in thick strings.
David could feel the hot liquid pouring into him and he whined happily as his own orgasm slowly died to a trickle. Connor leaned against his back and squeezed him close, panting from exhaustion. They stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in their shared afterglow and catching their respective breaths.
The lights in the kitchen suddenly went out and the jingling of the front door was heard a few seconds later as their coworker left the building.
David groaned irritably and looked around in the blackness, unable to see anything. "D-damn her..." he muttered.
Connor only laughed and ground his hips forward, pulling a moan from the otter. "I think that's our cue to go start the weekend," he teased. "You said you didn't have plans?" he asked.
The darkness hid the otter's blush, and he turned his head to the side to press his forehead into the wolf's neck. "Do... you think you can find any for me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Connor said.