I Love the Nightlife
Legal Stuff: Neil and Terry are © to MoodyFerret. Not intended for those under the age of 18, blah blah. On to the smut!
The club was pretty noisy, which was to be expected since it was a Friday night and there was a band on stage. Terry leaned against the bar, his eyes locked onto the stage. The dormouse was dressed as he usually was, his shirt a comfortable button-down and his pants were his favorite bell-bottoms. Occasionally he would take a swig from the pint sitting on the bar, but the majority of his attention was on the stage. More specifically, it was on the stoat that was singing. It had been a few years since he'd last seen Neil, and it had been a little surprising when he learned that his friend and ex-band mate was doing a show. It wasn't totally a surprise though, the mustelid hadn't every really be comfortable with anything other than singing.
A little smile found it's way onto Terry's mouth as he watched the stoat sway some as he continued to sing. Kinda funny, if you asked him, that someone with such a talent for singing was so afraid of getting up on the stage. Which was what had turned Neil onto taking a little drink before each performance. Most of the time it was just a drink or two, just enough to loosen him up, but there were a couple times that the male let the drink get the better of him. There had been one time, years ago, when Neil fell and slid across the stage. Looking back on it now, it had been pretty funny, but back then it was horrifying.
Looking at Neil now, he could tell that his friend was a little sauced, but not too much. As he sat there and watched, his mind flashed back to a night roughly three years before. He had come into a pub like this and found the stoat tanked, having hit the bottle when his girl had left him. It had started with Terry trying to comfort his friend and had ended up with them in each other's arms. Just remembering that evening brought a blush to his cheeks, hidden by his tan fur, and caused a stirring in his pants. His breath came in a soft huff as he tried to push the memory from his mind. Neither he nor Neil had mentioned the fling, so he wasn't sure how his friend felt about it. Even now, just the thought of reliving those events made his heart race.
The dormouse's eyes slid partially closed as he watched the band. With the stage lights like they were, it almost looked like the weasel had a halo, the edges of his hair illuminated by some of the lights. Neil was wearing a patterned shirt, champagne in color, with a denim jacket over it. His pants were bell-bottoms, much like the ones that Terry was wearing, but in a lighter color. The mouse's brown eyes dropped down a little and he could see, plain as day, that bulge in the other male's pants. His ears pinned back into his hair as he tore his gaze away. It had been a while since he'd been with anyone, especially since his luck with women had never been as good as his singer friend's. So it was only natural that he would find himself thinking about that. With that thought, he returned his attention to the platform as the band wrapped up.
His eyes watched as the rest of the room's lights came back up, casting the stage in darkness. Figures moved through the shadows, collecting gear and ushering it off stage. Turning back towards the bar, Terry wrapped his hands around the mug and held tight to it. In a minute, he would head back stage and talk to Neil. His friend had sent him an invitation to this gig, complete with an invite back stage, which meant he was more than welcome. If that were so, why did he feel a nervous fluttering in his stomach. Gripping the pint harder, the mouse lifted the mug and drank down what was left inside before slamming it down on the counter. Standing up, he spun around and marched over to the backstage door.
As long as he didn't try to figure out what was causing the nervous flutter, it wouldn't get any worse. By the time he reached the door, the butterflies had all but vanished. Smiling at the large canine blocking the door, Terry reached into his pocket and fished out his wallet. The bouncer growled, "Sorry, Bub, can't let you backstage so don't bother trying to pay me."
The dormouse blinked a moment before laughing, "No, you see I have an invitation from Neil Ennismore, I'm a friend of hiss." Pulling the invitation out of his wallet, he handed it to the dog.
A meaty paw wrapped around the piece of paper before lifting it up to give it a scrutinizing glare. The bouncer let out a woof as he huffed. "Let me go check this out," he growled before disappearing through the door.
Terry stood there for a moment, his head turning to look at the crowd in the club. A moment stretched into a minute, and that stretched into ten minutes before the pit bull made an appearance again. "Alright, you can come back. It's the third door on your left." Pushing off of the wall, he thanked the bounced before slipping past him and heading on down the hall. The hallway beyond the door was much brighter than the rest of the club, forcing him to stop for a moment as his eyes adjusted.
His feet quickly brought him to the right door, beyond which he could hear several voices talking. Reaching up, he gave a quick knock and stepped back. The voices fell quiet for a moment as the door opened, a familiar face smiling at him. "Terry, it's been so long!" The stoat's arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a hug. Neil the taller of the pair by several inches, meaning that the dormouse's chin just barely reached his shoulder. He moved into the embrace readily, his arms curling around his friend's form and hugging tight. Both male's gave each other's back a few pats, as was the proper thing for two guys to do. Although Terry had another reason for doing this. Each pat sent another puff of the ermine's musky scent right up into his nose. Being a mustelid, he had a very strong aroma, managing to stand out against the scent of smoke and alcohol.
Neil pulled away after a moment and smiled at his friend before turning his head to look back into the room. "Guys, I'm gonna go reminisce with my friend here. Eddie, would you mind taking my mic home with you? Thanks, see you Monday." A curious sniff let the rodent know that his friend had been drinking, but not that much. Returning his attention to Terry, Neil smiled, "Come on, let's head out to the van too noisy in here to talk."
He nodded, "Okay, lead the way."
The stoat swept down the hall, dormouse in tow. Terry could see why Neil wanted to head outside, even in this hall the clamoring from the main room was fairly loud. They went out the back door, the night air greeting them with a chill and the scents of the city. For now, they were virtually alone as they walked around to a parking lot tucked against the side of the building. Neil fished a set of keys out of his pocket and made a beeline for a van. Instead of walking up to the front, he unlocked the side door and opened it up before climbing inside. Terry followed shortly after, shutting the door behind him. He blinked as his friend reached up to turn on a dome light, revealing the interior of the vehicle.
It looked to be a partially customized van, at least on the inside. The outside was a little beat up, the mouse having noticed a few dents and some spots where the paint was peeling. However, the inside looked fairly good. The floor was covered in some shag, which looked a little rough but still good. To his left, there was a bench set that ran towards the back a few feet before sweeping across the back. There were a couple cabinets built into the wall opposite the door, what they held he wasn't sure just yet. On his right there were the front two seats, partially obscured by a curtain that was half-drawn. "Would you close that, Terry?" came the question from his friend. Nodding, he grabbed the cloth and pulled it closed before moving to sit on the curved seat.
Neil was already there, relaxing with that smile on his face. Leaning forward, he pulled a small folding table out, setting it up on the floor. From one of the cabinets he produced a bottle of whiskey and a couple shot glasses. As he poured some of the amber liquid into the containers, he grinned; "We got signed by a label tonight." The excitement was obvious in his voice as he handed one of the glasses over.
Terry took the glass and grinned, "Great job, cheers!" Together, they tossed the glasses back. Instantly, his eyes began to water as the alcohol burned it's way down his throat. Putting the glass down, he coughed some, leaning over. It took several seconds before he wheezed, "Smooth stuff there." Neil's head tossed back and he laughed, his teeth flashing in the light from the dome.
Inside these confined quarters, the stoat's musk was much easier to identify. Terry still wasn't sure why, but he just loved that strong scent. Although something seemed a bit off about the smell. "Are you living in here?"
Neil refilled the glasses and shrugged, "It certainly seems like that sometimes, but it's cheaper than a motel you know." His dark eyes roamed around the van's interior for a second. "Got it for pretty cheap, needs a bit of work but it's got nice stuff. Like the cabinets, this couch, and the lights have their own batteries."
The dormouse took up his glass again, "Yeah, I remember we used to do that when we were together in the same band. Definitely better than our own van." He felt as if he had hesitated when he mentioned them being together, but if he had his friend didn't say anything. Instead he just tossed back the drink again, apparently celebrating signing a deal. Terry took a little longer drinking the shot this time. Nope, it still burned like hell if he took it slower.
Slowly, the whiskey bottle emptied as the friend talked about old times, laughing at old jokes. It wasn't long before Terry was feeling the familiar lightheaded feeling that came with inbiding too much. Neil was worse off though, since he was pounding back more shots of the amber nectar than the mouse. About the time that the bottle was nearing empty, the dormouse leaned back in the seat, giggling at a story. "Hey, Terry, remember a few years ago when I got wasted and we went back to my place?"
The rodent's heart began to race, the alcohol-induced fog lifting from his mind at the mention of that event from the past; "Yeah, you were so hammered that night."
Neil let out a little murr and moved closer to his friend, "I was, wasn't I?" Half-turning in the seat, he let his finger drum against the back of the couch, so very close to his friend's hair. His voice was soft, almost nervous sounding; "I keep having these vague images in my head. I don't know if they are a dream or if they really happened. Did we...you know?"
Terry's heart was pounding so hard inside of his chest it he was sure that the stoat would be able to hear it. For a moment, he was silent, stunned by the question, then he swallowed, forcing that lump out of his throat. Might as well get it out into the open and see how his friend would react, what was the worst that could happen? "Yeah, we did."
Dark eyes sparkled at him from their setting in that lovely face, "I thought so, just wasn't sure." Neil let out a little giggle before suddenly moving. His body moved smoothly and in a second he was straddling his friend's lap. Gripping the back of the couch, he leaned in and asked, "Wanna shag again, Terry?"
He couldn't believe it, the first time had almost been like a dream for him. A singular event that would only happen once in his lifetime then be gone forever. For a moment, he was speechless, simply enjoying the warmth of the ermine that was straddling his body. Inside the confines of the van, inside their own little world, the stoat's musk was so strong it was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey they had been sharing. Their warmth seeped through the clothes, their naked bodies separated by less than an inch of tight fabric. Moving his hands to his friend's hips, Terry nodded; "Yes." That reply brought such a beautiful smile to Neil's face that he thought his heart was going to stop. Craning his neck, he leaned up towards the taller male. The stoat leaned down, his maw opening up to take Terry into a kiss, their breath washing against each other's face as their excitement grew.
Warmth spread across their laps. At first, Terry thought it was just from them being so close together. But an embarrassed, "Oops," from Neil and the wet feeling that followed told a different story.
The mouse jerked and looked down, seeing the dark stain that was spreading from hie friend's pants onto his. "Gordon Bennett!"
Neil slipped off Terry's lap and leaned back in the couch, looking embarrassed, "I'm sorry, man." Laying his head back, the stoat draped his hand over his head, unable to believe what he had just done. Already the smell of urine was filling the enclosed space, as if the feeling of his wet clothes wasn't bad enough. His lip began to quiver a little, tears gathering in his eyes as the shame began to overwhelm him.
Terry let out a sigh, but smiled softly; "It's okay." Reaching down, he began to undo his belt and pants, shoving them down his slender hips. The weasel's head lifted as his friend begant o undress, feeling a little better, but still pretty rotten about the accident. Wiggling out of the bell-bottoms, the mouse kicked off his shoes before glancing around the van's interior. Spying a pole that looked like it was made to hang up clothes, he draped his pants over them before peeling off his underwear as well. With his lower half bared, he turned back towards the ermine with a look of mock anger. "You'll just do anything to get my pants off, won't you?" He was greeted with an embarrassed laugh from his friend.
Kneeling in front of the couch, he reached out and began to unfasten Neil's belt; "Here's let's get you out of these." He made a little face as he peeled the wet pants off of his friend, but as he leaned down to slide the pants off, he caught a whiff of the male's scent. Clearing his throat a little, he pulled the pants off, having to remove his friend's shoes to get them off all the way. When the rodent's gaze lifted again, he was greeted by the sight of a rather obvious bulge in the weasel's pants. Resting his hands on the singer's knees, he let his nails run through the male's fur and across his skin. Uncurling his fingers, he rubbed lightly over the urine-soaked crotch.
A soft intake of breath from Neil told him all he needed to know. Letting his fingers creep up higher, gripped the elastic band of the briefs and peeled them down slowly, almost reverently. Neil's cock strained at the underwear a moment before slipping free. The uncircumcised length rested against the male's belly, partially erect. Sliding the underwear off the rest of the way, the mouse tossed them to the side before moving in between his friend's thighs. Tentatively, he reached out and took the cock in hand as he moved in closer.
Terry could feel the flesh hardening in his grip as Neil moved his rear closer towards the edge of the couch. Moving his head in, he took a little sniff at the stoat's cock gently before sliding his tongue along the flesh. He could still taste the piss on the flesh, but pushed that to a back corner of his mind. Even though it added a strange, bitter flavor, to the cock, it tickled his nose with the mustelid's musk. It didn't take much before his friend was at full mast, only a handful of seconds.
Gripping the shaft lightly, he let his hand slide up and down the length. Terry's ears lifted up as a soft moan from the stoat reached him, a hand moving to rest lightly on his head. His ears pinned back a little as he smiled, lifting his head up and leaning the cock towards him a little. Opening his mouth, he popped the tip into his maw, his tongue sliding around the foreskin for a moment, teasing the glans through it's covering. Lifting his head up, he allowed his tongue to play around the ridged band for a moment. A sharp inhalation from Neil told him that he was doing this right, bringing a smile to his maw. Pressing his lips to the opening of the foreskin, the dormouse eased his head down slowly. Using his own mouth as a guide, he eased that protective covering back to expose the stoat's glans.
Terry moved his hand up to hold back the skin as his tongue flicked against the exposed tip of the cock. Each lick coaxed a sharp gasp from the weasel, the hand resting on his head tightening a little. Tilting his head to the side, he started to place little kisses on the shaft before opening his maw again and taking the cock into his maw. Using those front teeth of his, he gently rubbed the rounded edges against the cock. His efforts were rewarded with some precum, the salty treat quickly lapped up. Sealing his lips around the cock, Terry began to hum 'Off to See the Wizard' as he took more of the cock into his mouth. Cupping the underside of the shaft with his tongue, he moved his head down as much as he could. As the length approached his throat, the rodent gagged and had to pull back as he began to cough. It was his turn for an embarrassed laugh, "Not quite ready for that yet."
Instead of returning to the cock, he let his attention drift downward. Gripping the cock lightly, he continued to stroke it as his tongue lashed against the spear and his lips greeted it with soft kisses. Terry continued to move south, his mouth stopping for a moment at the stoat's scrotum. Opening his mouth, he gently took one of the orbs into his maw and suckled on it for a moment. Pulling his head back, the rodent let the teste pop out of his maw before turning his attention on the other one. Not done yet, he felt himself blush a little as his head dipped further down, almost pressing his nose against the mustelid's tailhole. Taking a deep whiff of his friend's scent, he let his tongue slip out and swirl around the rear, probing it briefly. He cocked an ear up as his friend moaned at the unusal sensation, a smile forming on the mouse's maw. The ring of muscle clenched a moment before relaxing, glistening in the low light. His muzzled wrinkled a little, unsure about the taste of his friend's tailhole. It was musky, thanks to the ermine's scent glands, but not in a bad way. Perhaps it would just be one of those things that he'd have to get used to over time. After a long moment, he looked up at the other male, who was panting rather heavily by now; "Think you're ready to take me?"
Neil murred, "As if you have to ask."
The rodent grinned and moved up onto the couch, straddling his friend's lap. His own erection pressed against the stoat's larger member, the twin towers throbbing and stroking against each other. Reaching down, he gripped the cock and lifted his body, trying to position himself. Terry couldn't quite get his legs comfortable and still be able to get close enough. Moving to lay down on the couch, he waited as Neil tried to positioned himself above. Third time was a charm though. Rolling over onto all fours, the dormouse planted one leg on the van's floor as he lifted up his rear, tail arching over his back. Looking over his shoulder, he reached back and spread his cheeks open. For a moment, Neil just sat there, looking at him with a half-grin. Then the stoat leaned forward, gripping onto the mouse's rear as he breathe washed over the waiting tailhole. Curious, Terry watched as his friend's muzzle leaned in closer before he felt a tongue swirl around his tailhole.
Gasping, the dormouse held onto his rear as that oral muscle swirled around his rear. Letting his eyes drift closed, he uttered a soft moan, each lick making him relax more. His lover's muzzle slipped in between his ass cheeks, letting each of the ermine's breathes wash across his flesh. The tongue probed at his rear a little more firmly before finally easing into his back door. Terry bit his lip, trying to hold back the moan as that tongue swirled around inside of his anus. There he rested, panting and quivering, as the stoat rimmed his tailhole. It was like a slice of heaven, but before too long Neil pulled his head away and sat up, moving in closer. His heart was up in his throat as the stoat moved over him, pressing his tip against the waiting hole.
Both males held their breath as they pushed against one another. The mouse's tailhole resisted a moment before opening up, accepting the invading pole. He sucked air in between his teeth as he was spread open, biting his lip and gripping the couch. Neil's hands rested on his hips as he pushed forward, not stopping until their bodies were pressed against each other. The combination of alcohol and their own eagerness meant that neither male had to wait long before they started to get serious.
Neil's trimmed nails gripped at his friend's hips as he pulled back, immediately pushing back in. Terry moaned and gripped the couch as his breath was driven from his lungs by that first thrust. While the oral attention had coated the length in some saliva, and the stoat's own rimming had relaxed him, it wast still a little painful. Instead of saying anything, the mouse spit onto his fingers before reaching under his body. Rubbing the spittle over his own length, he gripped the cock and began to stroke it in time with the stoat's thrusts. As he played with his cock, the pain gradually faded away, replaced by pleasure as the pair started to work against one another. Their fucking began to get harder, the van's suspension starting to creak as they rocked the vehicle.
Guided by some instinct, Neil leaned over his friend and opened his mouth up, biting onto the mouse's shoulder with a lusty growl. As soon as his jaws clamped down onto the dormouse's shoulder, he seemed to lose it. Curling one hand under Terry's body, he ripped the shirt open, buttons popping off and hitting the couch, letting the stoat's hand slide in and scratch at the rodent's chest. His other hand moved down to hold onto the male's thigh as he pumped his cock in and out of his friend's rear like a thing possessed. Terry had to abandon the hold on his cock, instead both hands falling to the couch to support his body as he was shagged.
Panting, Terry grabbed at the couch and wiggled his hips, gasping out loud as the weasel's cock jabbed against his prostate. Underneath his body, the mouse's cock gave a jerk, the tip flaring out more as blood rushed to it. That accidental jab had sent pleasure searing through his body like a bolt of lightning. Just as he was starting to recover, the gland was prodded again. Letting his eyes roll back in his head, the mouse's breath came in short gasps as his arms trembled. If things kept up like that, it wouldn't be long before he blew his spunk all over the couch.
Alas, he wouldn't get his chance to do that just yet. Even as his peak rose up, threatening to overwhelm him in mere moments, his lover hilted one last time as he came. Neil's balls were nestled up against his ass, twitching as the stoat unleashed his hot seed into Terry's ass. Moaning, the mouse pushed his quivering rear back into the male's belly. The few seconds the climax truly lasted seemed to stretch on for a small eternity, only ending when Neil's mouth opened to release his shoulder. The mouse pulled away slowly, gasping at the sudden empty feeling he got as the cock slipped free of his rear, some of the weasel's spunk slipping out of his rear.
Sitting down on the couch, he panted heavily and lay his head back, his mind reeling. He felt the couch shift a little as Neil sat down next to him, the singer's hand curling around the rodent's rod. Terry let out a squeak and lifted his head, watching as the stoat leaned down and let his tongue swirl around the cock's tip. Seeing the look his friend was giving him, Neil smiled; "Gotta repay you, so hold still, I'm new at this."
Opening his mouth up, he let Terry's cock slide in between his fangs, keeping the teeth away from the tender flesh for now. His tongue flicked out against the excited cock as his long muzzle moved down the mouse meat. The dormouse leaned his head back again and began to gasp for air as his overexcited member was toyed with, his hips jerking each time the stoat's tongue coaxed over his tip. Neil didn't stay down for long, his head rising up as he pumped the cock quickly with his hand. Terry's hands gripped at the back of the couch as he felt his gut tightening up, his heart racing, all leading up to one thing. A squeak escaped the mouse's mouth as his body jerked suddenly. His cock twitched in Neil's grip, spraying his seed over his friend's grip and his own belly, painting his creamy fur with stripes of white.
The stoat continued to pump his hand until the mouse finally gasped, "S-stop, it's sta-starting to hurt." Neil smiled and stopped jerking off his friend, letting his hand gently stroke the pulsing flesh. By now the overhead light had dimmed down, the battery starting to run down. In the dim light, he lifted his hand up and sniffed at the rodent's spunk before giving it a lick. Neil's nose scrunched up at the taste and he tilted his head to the side. "How does it taste?" asked Terry.
"It tastes...weird," looking at it, the ermine gave the seed another lick before shaking his head, "Dunno if I like it or not."
Leaning in, Terry took his friend's head in his hands and let his tongue slide out. The kiss was gentle, their lips parting slowly and their tongues questing out from their mouths to search out one another. Both males murred into the kiss, feeling content their as their hands roamed over each other's body. Inside of their mouths, the males' tongues were dancing with each other, writhing like a pair of wet serpents. The kiss lasted for several long moments before it was broken. Terry smiled and leaned back against the couch, blinking as his hand snapped up to cover a little yawn. Neil laughed softly; "Did I wear you out?"
Pushing at the mouse's chest, he moved him back some and grabbed the edge of the couch. Lifting up and tugging on it, the stoat folded it down, making a bed. From somewhere, he produced a couple pillows and a blanket, sliding onto the seat. Watching this, Terry pulled off his shirt, a slight frown gracing his lips when he noticed all the buttons scattered around. Shrugging, he tossed the shirt aside and watched as Neil did the same. Terry joined Neil and moved in close, starting to kiss at his taller lover's neck and chest. His hands roamed over Neil's chest as the weasel moaned, feeling his cock hardening once more. Without a word, he laid his male lover on the van's bed and moved over his body. Reaching down, the dormouse took the cock in hand and stroked it slowly, bringing it back to life. Spreading his legs, he guided the covered tip back to his tailhole and pressed it against the pucker. Neil let out a groan and pushed his hips forward, his cock working into the already-used tailhole much easier this time.
Terry laid his head back on one of the pillows, looping his legs over the singer's thighs as he felt his rear spread open once more. Despite having cum already mere moments ago, the stoat seemed even more urgent as he pushed his body forward hard. Wrapping his arms around the taller male, the dormouse buried his head into the stoat's neck, inhaling his friend's scent. The musky scent was stronger now, enhanced by the mustelid's sweat, and intertwined with the strong scent of sex in that filled the confined space. Like the time before, Neil's mouth found it's way to the mouse's shoulder, clamping down onto the flesh.
No sooner had he bitten down on the rodent's body, then he began to rut his friend once more. Sliding his knees up closer to his body gave him a little more leverage as he hammered his hips against Terry's upturned rear. The thrusts were rapid and short, the ermine's hips barely moving as his balls slapped against the rodent's tail. By now, Terry's cock had risen as well, being pressed in between his belly and Neil's, their fur rubbing against the sensitive flesh. Wrapping his arms around the stoat's middle, he dug his fingers into the male's back as he began to pant faster now.
Once more, it wasn't long before Neil shoved his body up against his rodent lover's form, pressing in as deep as he could. His cock began to twitch, spraying his cum deep into the dormouse's rear. Terry's hand snaked down between their bellies and grabbed his cock, starting to jerk it quickly as he moaned, laying his head back and panting as Neil bit down harder. That bite sent him over the edge, gasping as his cock fired the ropes of mousey spunk over their bellies. His tailhole clenched and jerked around the invading cock, the ring of muscle squeezing around the base of the invader. The males held each other as close as they could, their chests heaving with exhaustion as they came down.
Slowly, carefully, Neil pulled his softening cock out of the dormouse's rear, panting at how sensitive his flesh was. He almost fell to the bedding with a huff, both of them just laying there as the light finally gave out. Cast into darkness, Terry moved to curl against his lover's side, resting a hand on the stoat's chest and stroking his luxurious coat. Gentle murrs came from the larger male, dropping off slowly into soft snoring. Terry smiled and nuzzled into Neil's chest a moment before letting sleep take him as well, his mouth hanging partway open.