Hard Guy to Love
Garrett knelt front-and-center on a stage in front of twenty-thousand people: their attention fueled him as he shredded on his guitar, making his fingers dance up and down the fretboard in the most aggressive solo he'd done to date. The audience roared, and he roared back through his instrument: the band had always called themselves grunge, but when the black fox got in a groove like this, there was no denying the Zeppelin in their roots. The fox's solo was like a runaway train: the only way to stop it was to crash. In one swift motion, the fox stood, lifted his guitar, and smashed it down against the stage floor, cracking it clean in half at the base of the neck.
Leo--a lynx, standing as far away as possible to stage right--sighed as he watched the black fox break apart his fifth guitar that week. Leo himself had been using the same bass since he was eight years old. He wasn't sure how the hell Garrett had such an appetite for destruction.
When the show was over, Garrett and Leo both got the hell out of the venue as quickly as possible. Garrett liked his fans, but only from a distance: only when they were a seething mass sprawled out before him. He got bored when it was just one or two. Leo, on the other hand, got shy around just one or two: it had taken him a hell of a lot of work to get up the nerve to play in front of even the smaller crowds. The lynx still got jittery sometimes in front of the bigger ones, but, never so much that it got in the way of his playing--certainly not anymore, at least.
The lynx and the black fox sat side-by-side in the spacious back of their private limo. The hotel room they'd booked for the night was on the outside of the city, where they might be less likely to run into fans, if they were careful enough. The other members of the band--drummer, second guitar, cellist--had all booked rooms right next door to the venue. Most likely, the three of them would all end up bringing one or two fans over for the night. Garrett and Leo though, ever since the start, had much preferred to just share a room with each other.
In the back of the limo, Leo gave Garrett a long and tender kiss, as congratulations for a show well played.
"You're gonna be as big as Cobain at this rate, Garrett. I fuckin' swear," Leo said. He laid back across the limo seat, and used the black fox's lap as a pillow.
The black fox slipped a hand under the lynx's shirt, and twirled a claw through the fur on the feline's chest. "Fuck Cobain, man. I wanna be the next king."
"The next Elvis?" Leo asked.
"The next Elvis," Garrett nodded.
"Heh. Elvis is dead, babe. I don't want you using him as a role model."
In a lot of ways, these after-show talks were some of Leo's favorite conversations with his partner: buzzed out of their minds on adrenaline, they usually didn't even know quite what the hell they were saying to each other.
With a little grin, the black fox started to slide the lynx's shirt off. The lynx purred, and rolled over to unzip the fox's pants.
Before they got much further, however, the limo driver chimed in through the intercom. "A-heh-hemmm. Not that this'd be the first time I saw you two lovebirds go at it, but our ETA on the hotel is about twenty seconds, so. Maybe spare me the show and wait 'til you're all alone."
The rock stars sighed, got off of each other, and sat upright.
"Thanks for the intel, Pete," Leo said, with a distinctive level of moping in his voice.
Garrett thought about making Pete drive around the block a couple of times, but decided against it. Being reminded that the old badger was watching had completely turned him off anyways.
At the hotel, the lynx and the fox left the limo, got through the lobby as quickly as possible, and made a break for the elevator to get up to their room. They hadn't booked the penthouse suite or anything. Typically, they asked for the most out-of-the-way room that was available.
Once inside, Leo felt like a weight had been lifted off of him: like he could stop putting up the rock star image and be himfuckingself for a bit.
The lynx and the fox took their shoes off at the door.
"You want the first shower?" the lynx asked.
The black fox gave the lynx a kiss on the cheek, and then dipped into the bathroom. Never not putting on a show, the fox left the bathroom door wide open as he undressed.
The lynx smiled, rolled his eyes, and headed over to the window to close the curtains so that the two of them wouldn't be spotted. Presently, there weren't even rumors that the lynx and the fox were homosexuals. The only one besides the two of them who had a clue was their limo driver. Leo intended to keep it that way.
The lynx sat down at the hotel room's tiny table, turned on the lamp, and examined his fingertips. They felt like they were on fire, but they looked fine. The pads were calloused as all hell, but, nothing out of the ordinary in that department.
Within a few minutes, the lynx heard a knock on the door. He stood up, walked back across the room, and glanced through the door's peephole. Out in the hall stood Pete, who had borrowed a concierge trolley to bring up their luggage--after one concierge in Toronto had turned out to be a 'big fan', they had talked Pete into bringing their luggage up personally. The old badger didn't seem too opposed to the extra work, considering the salary he was being paid anyways.
Leo closed the bathroom door to protect Pete from seeing Garrett naked yet another time, and then let the badger in.
"Thanks Pete," Leo said, as he helped wheel the trolley into the room. The two of them made very short work of unpacking everything: just three suitcases and two guitar cases. After it was all taken care of, Pete left again, bringing the squeaky-wheeled trolley out with him.
Alone once more, the lynx went over to the end of the bed and sat down on the floor. He reflected on the show they'd just played. Mostly, he remembered watching the black fox get up to his usual antics: showing off how goddamn slick he was with the guitar. The fox could pull out the standard tricks: playing with the guitar held behind his head, playing the guitar with his pointed vulpine teeth, playing the guitar with one hand while he took over the drums with the other. He could even switch to playing lefty, for some of their simpler songs.
Lately though, Garrett had taken to doing a trick that the lynx was not a major fan of. Late into the show, the fox would pick a woman out from the front row, bring her up on stage, and make out with her while he played the guitar behind her back.
Leo knew that it was all nothing but another trick to the fox: just another way to show off. For better or worse--and Leo was of two minds on whether 'better' or 'worse' was the case--the fox didn't care whatsoever about the women he was kissing. The fox, just like the lynx, was only attracted to men. Leo was beginning to wonder, though, whether Garrett was even more attracted to the fame.
When Garrett came out of the shower and saw Leo sitting on the floor, he snickered. "Problem with the bed?" the black fox asked.
"Yeah: your cute ass isn't on it. Fix that, will ya?" Leo demanded.
The fox leapt straight over the lynx's head and cannonballed onto the bed, bouncing a couple times before he settled. When he did settle, he looked down the bed towards the lynx with a seductive smile, and began to stroke on his own sheath, quickly calling his red vulpine member to attention.
The lynx snerked, and gave the fox the middle finger as he went to take a shower of his own.
"Oh, fuckin' tease me some more Leo, it's my fuckin' favorite!" Garrett called after the lynx. The black fox's voice dripped with so much sarcasm that the lynx wondered if the hotel staff would have to wash it out of the carpet later.
Leo closed and locked the bathroom door behind himself--he had learned from experience that certain black fox rock stars were keen on interrupting showers if given the chance to. Sometimes it was fun, but on that night, the lynx really did want some time alone to think.
As the lynx undressed, he thought back to middle school, when he and Garrett had first met each other.
"Okay class: because this is the first day, I want everybody pair up in twos with your neighbors, and share three things with each oth--yes, Garrett?"
"My neighbor looks like a fuckin' asshole: if you think I'm gonna share a goddamn thing with him or anyone else, you can go fuck yourself."
With that, the red fox--fur still undyed--was sent straight to the school's tiny detention room, where he sat alone with a lynx. Once in a while, a teacher would come by and stick their head in to keep tabs on them. Mostly though, the two of them had the cramped room to themselves.
"Pssst. Lynx. What'd you do to get here?"
"Heh. Last year I started reading the music history books they have in the library, and then throwing the ones that don't even mention Hendrix straight into the garbage. Apparently they finally caught on that it was me."
"Fuuuuck yeah. You play guitar?"
"Bass."
"Dude."
And just like that, a band had begun.
The lynx discarded his clothes into a pile under the sink, and turned on the shower. After checking the temperature, Leo found that the water was already steaming hot from the fox's shower. The lynx waited for it to cool down to at least slightly-below-scalding, and then stepped in, letting the hot water mat down his feline fur.
Simple as it was, a hot shower after a long day was among Leo's favorite pleasures in life.
As he began to lather shampoo into his fur, he remembered back to the first time he had dyed Garrett's fur.
Specifically, he remembered back to when they had arrived at the last region of the fox's body that had remained undyed.
Garrett stood in his briefs, hands on his hips. He looked like a completely different person than he had that morning: instead of bearing all of the typical markings of a fox, Garrett's coat was now pitch black from head to toe. Almost, anyways. The only area that remained undyed was still concealed under the fox's underwear.
Leo took a deep breath, and tried once more to reason with the fox. "You're gonna look fuckin' ridiculous if you don't let me finish the job."
"Wow, listen to you: pretty fuckin' eager to see my junk, huh fag?"
Leo sighed.
"Not even gonna deny it? So you are a fag then--"
"Yes," Leo said, flat-out. The fox was Leo's best friend and bandmate. If Leo being gay was going to ruin all of that, then by this point into the dying process, the lynx was annoyed enough at the fox to get it all over with. "I think men are hot," Leo elaborated, flatly. "They give me big ol' boners. If you're bothered by it, fuckin' punch me."
"I... no, yeah. Same."
"Wai--What?"
"You fuckin' heard me."
After rinsing the soap out of his fur, the lynx stood in the shower for just a moment longer, letting the hot water run down his body.
Eventually, Leo shut the water off, grabbed a towel, and started to dry himself.
When he was dried, he got to work with a brush.
As he brushed his fur, the lynx remembered a particular show they had done back in the early days, when it had still just been the two of them in the band.
Garrett and Leo both stood front and center on stage, in front of a crowd of a hundred people--the biggest crowd they'd played to date. Leo felt himself trembling as he looked out at everyone. He tried to stop the shaking, but it was completely involuntary. Soon, the trembles overtook his hands, and he couldn't play his bass anymore. The lynx walked quickly off stage.
Garrett stopped playing as soon as he noticed, and followed after the lynx. He found the lynx sitting on the floor backstage, back against a wall, staring at his trembling hands.
"Look at me," Leo said, holding his hands up for the black fox to see. "I'm not cut out for this shit. Go back up without me. They came to see you anyways."
Garrett shook his head. He took the lynx's hands, and held them for a long time, until the trembling settled down. "I could never get on a stage without you. If you weren't up there with me, that same fuckin' shaking would happen to me too."
Leo, on the verge of tears, let out an exacerbated sigh. "Okay. Mind if we get the fuck out of here though? Next show, I'll try to be better. Tonight though, I just..."
Garrett nodded, and helped the lynx up. The two of them snuck out the back.
With his fur brushed, Leo left the steamy bathroom, and went over to the hotel bed to lie down with his partner. The two of them made out, groping and rubbing against each other's bodies, feeling each other's clean fur as they kissed. Both of them were hard, and their cocks rubbed against each other under the sheets. Leo gave the black fox's body one long stroke, from the top of the fox's head right down to the fox's firm, sexy ass. Then the lynx took the fox's other cheek in his other hand, and spread the fox's ass. Finally, the lynx guided his feline cock in between the fox's furry legs, and positioned the head of his cock against the fox's asshole.
The lynx gave the fox one more long kiss, and then gave the fox a second or two to call it off if he wasn't feeling it. The fox seemed eager to please his partner though, and pulled the lynx even closer, making the head of the feline's cock press even harder against the fox's hole.
The lynx gave the fox a hard thrust, and buried his cock inside of the vulpine's ass. Garrett let out a pained yip, and then let a smile spread across his face the very next second--the fox was an absolute sucker for being treated rough. No lube, no 'just the tip', and the less foreplay the better. Leo got right into humping the fox, thrusting his barbed cock rapidly back and forth inside the fox's ass. The fox panted from the pleasurable pain, and gripped tightly around the lynx's back.
Leo drove himself harder and harder into the fox, putting more and more force behind each thrust as he went. Garrett moaned. The fox's ass went back and forth between loosening to try to accept the lynx's pounding, or tightening to try to defend himself. Leo loved it all the same, and continued to fuck Garrett as hard as he could.
The fox came first, shooting his load onto both of their fluffy chests under the sheets.
Leo, not far behind, continued to rail the fox's ass for everything he was worth. He could feel his climax approaching, and with a few last deep thrusts, the lynx shot a massive load into the fox's ass, filling the fox up with rope after rope of feline spunk.
The two of them laid there in the afterglow, arms wrapped around each other, both of them panting.
"Someone was eager to give it to me today," the black fox said, out of breath and smiling. He took one arm out from under the covers to give the lynx's ear a little flick. "Did I piss you off?"
The lynx, not one to lie to his partner's face, nodded. "That obvious?"
"Oh yeah," Garrett said. "I can literally feel my ass bleeding right now. You were rough, dude."
"Shit. Fuckin' hell, I'm sorry about that. Are you bleeding-bleeding, or just--"
"I'll be good, babe," the fox said, and gave the lynx a nuzzle under the neck. "You know I love it when it hurts."
"Heh. Yeah. Alright. I'll try to take it a little easier next time though," Leo promised.
The lynx and the black fox kissed.
"So what's wrong?" Garrett asked. "Why so mad at me?"
"I don't like it that you're kissing other people," Leo said simply.
"What? I've never... ohhhh. During the shows."
Leo nodded.
"Fuck, man. Consider that stuff over. I kind of didn't even realize that it was... I don't know. I lose my mind a little bit when I'm on stage."
"Heh. I've noticed. But thanks."
"Ha. You said 'Butt thanks.'"
Leo rolled his eyes, and gave Garrett a little flick on the nose. The two of them kissed, and then snuggled a bit, petting and nuzzling each other under the covers.
"You wanna go again?" Leo offered. "You could fuck me this time. Maybe get me back a little."
"Nah," Garrett said. The black fox let out a contented little yawn, and then smiled. "I'm good. I kinda just wanna cuddle right now."
"Aw. I wanted that knot, but--"
The second that Leo spoke the words 'I wanted that knot', the black fox's eyes gleamed, and a sadistic grin spread across his face: in one motion, Garrett flung the covers off of himself and the lynx, flipped the surprised cat over, and dove muzzle-first into the feline's ass, sniffing and licking at the feline's hole.
Leo, somewhat used to the fox's horniness going from zero to a thousand on a fucking dime, laughed at first as the fox went to town. Soon though, the lynx got into it, being thoroughly reminded of just how skilled the fox was with his tongue. Garrett's licking was like a massage, getting Leo nice and relaxed and ready. The cat could happily spend hours just letting his partner eat his ass.
Shortly after Leo began to purr, Garrett took his muzzle out from between the lynx's cheeks. The lynx then felt a vulpine cock--already lubed--begin to slide into him. Leo moaned, feeling a rush of satisfaction wash through him as his ass got stuffed with fox cock.
The fox began to hump the lynx, murring as he did, and pressing his chin down onto the lynx's back. The fox thrusted at a gentle, caring pace--he knew that Leo wasn't nearly as into being treated rough.
The fox reached one hand around the lynx, started jerking the feline off while they fucked. Leo's moans grew louder and louder as he was pleasured from both ends. He felt the fox's knot expanding quickly inside his ass, and he knew that both of them were close. The lynx tried not to cum for just a little bit longer, hoping to shoot at the exact same time as his partner.
Garrett let out a satisfied moan, continuing to fuck the lynx in the ass as he came. Leo, and the same time, stopped trying to hold back his orgasm, and came all over the fox's hand.
The two of them laid there together in bed, Garrett's cock knotted inside Leo's ass, and Leo's cock going limp in Garrett's hand after being drained.
"Okay. Now I just wanna cuddle," Garrett said.
Leo snickered, and reached over for one of the blankets that had been flung off of the bed. After getting ahold of it, the feline pulled it back over himself and the fox.
The fox hugged the feline, holding him tight while the knot was still inside.
"You're a lot of work sometimes, you know that?" Leo asked.
"Heh. Yeah," Garrett said. "But you love it."
Leo turned his head back, and the two of them kissed. When the fox's knot went down and slid out, the lynx turned around to give the fox a big hug. Held in a warm embrace with each other, the two of them fell asleep.