Unspoken (2/3)
This story uses characters from Proper Motivation, however, this small series can be read entirely separate.
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Morgan's head was pounding when he woke up the next morning. Light was peeking from around the corners of the heavy curtains in his room, and he was wrapped around a pile of pillows that he always had stacked on his bed. He groaned and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
Memories of the night before came back to him, images of his best friend and his cousin in a variety of intimate situations. It made his blood boil to think that Skylar had gotten to Kano like that. His paws clenched into fists and he threw back the blanket covering him, scattering pillows as he clambered out of bed and headed for the bathroom. A hot shower would help ease his mind.
He emerged from heat and steam almost an hour later, feeling revitalized and clear of his headache. He took the clothes he was wearing the previous night and chucked them into his hamper just inside his closet, then fished out a simple pair of shorts and worn t-shirt. He grabbed his keys and wallet, stuffing them into his pocket before grabbing his phone. The notification LED was blinking at the top and he checked it, finding eight unread texts and three missed calls from Kano.
Morgan winced. He had been the husky's ride to the party last night but had stormed out and left him there after what had happened. Now that he'd had a bit of time to relax and calm down he felt like an idiot for what he did.
"Hey, where are you?"
"Is everything okay?"
"When did you want to leave?"
"Hey?"
"Are you still here?"
"Are you coming back to pick me up?
"Never mind, I guess... I'll get a ride..."
"Are you awake yet?"
The last message was from only minutes ago and he grimaced, thinking about whether or not to answer it. He was still hurt, and frustrated, and just shoved his phone back into his pocket to ignore the text for now.
Sweating and panting, Morgan let the stack of weights fall back onto the pegs as he lay along the bench staring up at the ceiling. His arms were on fire and his clothes were drenched from the hour of cardio he'd put in before starting in on his upper body and arms. His normally opalescent-grey fur looked dark and dull from the sweat and strands of black-purple hair had come out of his ponytail to make him look even more disheveled. The exercise helped distract him from the more pressing feelings he was currently ignoring.
He'd hit his limit, though, and he grabbed his water bottle before heading to the locker room to shower off for the second time that day. It wasn't very busy this afternoon, and the wolf found himself alone among the lockers as he fished out a bottle of shampoo and a towel from his bag.
"Finally done with the workout?" a voice said from behind him.
Morgan had been lost in his own thoughts and thought the room empty, so he jumped and whipped his head around to see a tall, slim deer standing there. "Oh, hey Cal. Yeah."
The deer's hips swayed just a touch as he walked over to the wolf and clapped him on one shoulder. "You were already going at it pretty hard when I got here, and I was getting tired waiting for you to finish."
Morgan's eyes flicked over Cal's body. They went to the same school and had known each other for a few years. Cal played soccer and his body was in great shape, the lines of lean muscle visible under the short fur. His antlers were cut to small nubs atop his head and he had a mess of rusty hair that nearly hid them completely. "You were waiting for me?"
"Well, yeah," Cal said, blushing a bit and letting out a rich laugh. "I haven't seen you much this summer, and I figured this would be a good chance to see more of you," he teased, running a hand down to hook a few fingers on the waistband of the wolf's shorts, tugging the front down an inch or so.
The wolf's fur ruffled and stood on end in some places as his eyes scanned the room to make sure no one was around. Cal had always been pretty direct, and another person being in the room wouldn't have deterred him. The deer had a look of pure lust in his eyes, a need that Morgan could feel from how close he stood and the way those amber eyes dilated. "You... want to see more of me?" he asked, lips curling up in the corners.
Cal's nostrils flared and his fingers pushed up under the wolf's shirt, through the fur that was still damp with sweat. "Yes," he hissed quietly, small tuft of his tail shaking with anticipation.
Morgan hadn't done anything with anyone but Kano in the last few months and on any other day, he'd have turned another person down. He and Kano might not have been together, but there had always been an odd feeling in his gut when he thought about sex with anyone but the husky. Last night had changed that dynamic and he felt his own need stirring inside, begging for someone to take it out on. Without another word he grabbed the deer's wrist and pulled him roughly from the lockers to the shower stalls.
He felt a small bit of satisfaction as he dragged Cal into the stall he and Kano had had sex in a few months ago. Before either even had a chance to undress, the shower was on and cool water poured over the couple. Muzzles found each other and the deer's needy moan was muffled by the running water.
Cal was taller than Kano and Morgan had to stand on the tips of his feetpaws to let his arms wrap around the deer's neck, holding onto him as he they made out beneath the running water. The frosted glass door was the only thing keeping them from being seen by anyone who would walk in, but that hardly mattered to either of them.
Paws and hands struggled with wet clothing, trying to pull off shirts while keeping the kiss intact and shorts were being kicked off into the corner off the stall. Morgan's length was a few inches out of his sheath from the contact and he ground it against the deer's thigh, running his claws down over the tawny brown back.
Cal broke the kiss and let out a soft groan of eagerness before burying his muzzle in against the wolf's neck. Blunt teeth clamped down in a hard bite and the wolf let out a submissive whimper as the deer pushed him back against the wall, pinning him.
Morgan was stronger than the deer by far but felt much more comfortable letting the cervine take control and use him. The deer's slim physique and soft smile belied a natural propensity for a rougher, more dominant personality. He let his body slacken as he taller boy held him against the cool tile, hot water pouring in around them and filling the space with steam.
The teeth on his neck shifted and bit down on his shoulder, strong hands digging in nails against the flesh on his hips as the deer's began gyrating against his own. He length was granite hard and it ground up against his abdomen as the deer humped against him, holding him in place. Fingers worked their way up along the wolf's sides until they squeezed down hard on his shoulders, thumbs working into the aching muscles.
Morgan's chin lifted and he let out a soft groan that was swallowed by the sound of the shower. Those teeth let go and a sudden shove at his shoulders had him on his knees in front of the fit deer. He opened his eyes to see the deer's thick length in front of his muzzle, a tan hand wrapped around the base. It smacked over his opalescent muzzle and made him flinch away, but another hand grabbed his chin and faced him back forward to receive another smack.
"Damn... the way your eyes look so sullen and pouty whenever I do that to you," Cal said, grinning down at Morgan as he smacked his cock over the bridge of the wolf's slim muzzle.
Morgan felt his own shaft throb between his legs at the treatment and he glared up at the deer from around the thick piece of meat resting on his face. "Fuck you..." he muttered, rolling his shoulders as he let his hands rest between his legs where he knelt.
Cal clucked his tongue and ran his hand from Morgan's chin along his cheek, up over the back of his head and ears, and then gripped his hair hard, forcing him back against the wall with a thud. The hand on his cock angled it at the wolf's lips and shoved forward, grazing against teeth, though the deer hardly seemed bothered. "You try to talk a big game, but you're the one on his knees..." the deer teased.
The wolf saw stars as his hair was pulled and his head thumped against the tiles. Then his muzzle was spread wide as nearly half the deer's length disappeared into his muzzle, choking him briefly. It was all in good fun between the two of them. Cal enjoyed being rough, and Morgan enjoyed resisting and being roughed up. He gave a sharp nip to the middle of the deer's cock and was rewarded with another rough thrust forward that knocked his head back against the wall again.
Cal didn't let up and slid forward, sinking his cock into the wolf's muzzle until his heavy, white balls rested on the wolf's chin. He could see Morgan squirm and his paws clench into fists as he tried not to fight it too much. The deer's chest rumbled and he flexed his cock, buried to the hilt in the warm muzzle, and watched as the wolf coughed and sputtered in submission.
Morgan's eyes watered as the deer yanked his cock from his maw and slapped it back down against his muzzle. He coughed a few times and blinked his eyes to try and clear the tears. It was only a moment's rest before that cock was slid back in along his tongue and a hand gripped his throat, squeezing hard.
The wolf's head swam and his cock throbbed hard, sending a jet of pre across the floor as he was abused by the taller male. Cal wasn't thrusting in as deep now, and his tongue was able to trace the thick vein along the underside of his generous length, swirling the head to taste thick pre whenever Cal withdrew.
Morgan's paws held onto the deer's calves at first, squeezing and rubbing over the taut muscle before sliding up along his legs and thighs. Morgan was stronger, but Cal being a soccer player meant his legs were in top shape.
Cal's hand tightened on Morgan's throat until he heard the wolf gag and felt claws dig in against his thighs, then tightened more. "Ease up, wolf," he spoke down into the shower stall. The claws on his legs vanished and he felt the wolf go limp against him, relenting to his will. He let go of the wolf and pulled back until his cock bobbed free of Morgan's nose.
Morgan drew in a couple choking breaths and let his forehead rest on the deer's pelvis. Spots clouded his vision and the deer let him have a few moments of rest before those strong hands reached beneath his arms and helped him to his feet. Despite the rough treatment his cock was as hard as it could be and pre ran in a thick stream along his pink length, knot half-formed already. He wiped water away from his brow, forcing more strands of hair from his face as he looked to the deer.
Cal gave him a moment to compose himself, knowing when to ease up on the abuse, and then pressed against him once more for a deep kiss. Their tongues battled each other to try and slide into the other's muzzle, and fingers rubbed along the curves and lines of muscles before the deer's hands forced the wolf to turn around.
Morgan widened his stance and lifted his tail out of the way as the deer pressed his cock up under his tail. It was going to hurt, but that was what the wolf needed right now. A hand gripped his shoulder while another guided the head of that thick cock against his pucker. A hard shove forward made the wolf's breath vanish and his claws scraped against the tile wall.
A second shove nearly had the deer hilted, and tears formed in the corner of Morgan's eyes as he struggled to relax enough to take the thick meat. Cal's muzzle pressed in against his neck and gave a soft bite before moving up to the wolf's ears. "You okay?" he asked, voice barely audible beneath the water.
Morgan's heart was beating fast and he took a few deep breaths before nodding his response. The deer nodded back and gave his ear a quick nip before Cal straightened up behind him. The cervine's thick shaft drew back a few inches and eased forward again, giving the wolf an extra moment to adjust.
It burned like a hot poker beneath his tail, but his own shaft was stiff and bobbing in front of him. Morgan grit his teeth and steeled his will to ride out the pain, knowing that it would ease. Cal's fingers ran through the fur on his back and one gripped the base of his tail for leverage.
Morgan could feel the pain easing and he nearly relaxed before his mind wandered back to Skylar and Kano. He imagined the otter's sly grin as he rode up and down on the husky's length and the image set the wolf's blood on fire. A snarl escaped his lips and he shoved his hips backwards, impaling himself on the deer's length. Pain lanced through his body and he dug his claws against the tile wall, scoring the protective coating.
Cal grunted and took a step back when the wolf's hips crashed into his own. He got the message clearly, though, and he shoved Morgan back against the tile, forcing him to all but stand straight. He pulled his shaft nearly free of the wolf's passage and then yanked hard on the wet tail to slam himself back in again.
Morgan's eyes squeezed shut and he rode out the pain with a snarl of defiance, squeezing himself down on the length inside. He might regret this decision tomorrow, but the pain felt too good right now. Between his legs his cock swung back and forth like a bat as Cal continued to slam into him, pulling on his tail like a dog playing tug. His knot was swollen to its full size and even with the hot water pelting down on him, a long strand of pre hung from the tip of his shaft. Whenever one strand would snap and fall to the floor, another thick stream of pre would drool out to hang long.
Minutes felt like hours, and the deer was puffing out quick breaths as he rammed his meat into the defiant wolf. Heavy white balls that had been slapping the wolf's pair were now drawn up tight, ready to burst. One of Cal's hands suddenly clamped down on the wolf's throat while another slid down and gripped behind the turgid knot. Using both as handholds, the deer started giving quick, deep thrusts, almost forcing the wolf up off the tips of his feetpaws.
Morgan's paws struggled to hold onto anything, but the tile in front of him as slick and the showerhead wasn't on this wall. One paw gripped the deer's arm and the other pressed hard on the tile to keep himself upright against the deer's chest. The pain of the deer's rough humping had almost vanished, but the sudden restriction to his airflow had his nerves lighting up again. He felt his orgasm build in his balls but the deer was squeezing down so tightly behind his thumping knot that he couldn't tip over the edge.
The strong hand on his neck was almost unnecessary as the denied orgasm made the wolf forget to breath. His heart pounded in his chest and in his ears, and eyes were wide, but clouded from the lack of oxygen. His body went rigid as another denied orgasm tore through his body, and another in quick succession. Only a few seconds had passed by, but it felt like an eternity of deprivation to the wolf's mind.
Morgan didn't even feel it as a hot, sticky warmth poured into his abused passage. He didn't feel the deer's blunt teeth biting down on his shoulder, or the hear the angry snarl of pleasure from Cal's lips. Both hands let go and the sudden rush of oxygen and blood flow made the wolf blackout for a couple seconds.
Cum sprayed against the grey-tiled walls in thick, healthy ropes. Morgan's cock throbbed hard and his cock swung back and forth as more strands shot out against the wall and floor, filling the stall with the earthy scent of the wolf's musk. His head swam and his body shook violently from the overload to his senses. He suddenly felt the warmth of the deer's cum up inside his tunnel and felt those teeth digging in against his flesh. His throat was sore from being squeezed, and his entire body ached from the last couple hours of abuse his body had endured, from working out to sex. And it felt good.
Cal's thrusts stopped after he released the wolf's throat and he just held the canine upright as they rode out their orgasms. He watched through lidded eyes as the wolf's shaft flexed and spat cum across the shower, sticking to the smooth tiles. His shaft pulsed inside the wolf and his own seed ran in thick, goopy strands from around his member.
With his cock still buried in the wolf he reached for the forgotten bottle of shampoo with one hand, and eased the wolf forward against the wall, soaping them up until their fur was thick with lather.
They emerged from the shower stall fifteen minutes later, one of them on wobbly legs, and found the lockers to be empty still. It took all the strength Morgan had remaining to get himself into clean clothes and put his soaked pair into the bag. Cal managed just fine.
"Well," Cal said, zipping up his gym bag and tugging his shirt into place over his now-dry fur. "That was definitely worth the wait. Want to grab some lunch?"
Morgan just sat on one of the benches, taking slow, measured breaths. His eyes screwed up and his face scrunched as he yawned wide, shaking his head. "I'm good. I think I'm just going to cook something at home."
Cal nodded and checked his phone before walking for the door. "Alright, well come on, let me at least walk you to your car," he said, grinning as he helped the poor wolf to his feet.
The heat outside felt awful and oppressive with his fur still damp from the shower, and the asphalt was hot beneath his pads. He tossed his bag in through the open window of his passenger door and looked back at Cal, offering a weak smile. "Thanks for the, uh, ride..." he said, grinning at the deer as his inner emotions wilted. Now that it was over, he wasn't entirely certain he felt any better.
Cal smiled softly, looking as innocent and gentle as one could. "Of course. Though, might I give you some advice?"
Morgan blinked a few times, head tilting to one side. "Advice?" he asked.
The deer nodded and gave Morgan's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Only someone you care about deeply would make you that angry," he said, letting his hand fall from the wolf. "Whoever it is, you should just talk to them. Don't beat yourself, or anyone else up over it until you've at least done that."
Morgan stared blankly at the deer who just smiled and turned away. Cal walked over to his car and got in without another word, leaving the wolf alone to ponder those words.