The Boxer
#6 of Writing Prompt
This is short. It's a 1000 (ish) word story based on the prompt. This was actually the prompt for week 1 of the blackout, lol. "Taking out your frustration."
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Mitchel staggered backwards, almost tripping over his own feet as he absorbed blow after blow with his strike pads. "H-hey! Calm down!" The caribou fended off another punch aimed towards his head and caught another that jabbed at his stomach.
Nick stepped back, bouncing on his feet in a boxer's readied stance, sweat dripping down the forelocks of his long, blond hair. The sandy-brown rat was wearing simple gym attire of black shorts and a grey shirt, and swear had soaked under the arms and around the neck throughout their sparring. "I can't... Calm. Down." The last two words were punctuated with a short, hard thrust of each gloved first.
The reindeer grunted as he took each blow onto one of the pads on his hands, more and more fatigued with each hit. "I can't keep going if you keep this up," Mitchel grumbled.
"I deserved it. Not Michala." The rat's words dripped anger and he took a few steps around the ring, bouncing from foot to foot to keep himself loose and limber. "I have been working my ass off!" Nick punched at the air a few times, circling around an invisible opponent. "And they give it to her! I don't doubt she sucked dick just to get it, too."
Mitchel took a couple steps back against the ropes and slouched against them, arms draped over the top rope. "I don't know what to tell you, dude. She's been working pretty hard, too, though. It's not only you."
The rat turned a loathsome glare towards the reindeer, letting his arms drop to his sides. "I've been doing lots of-"
"I didn't say you weren't! Christ," Mitchel stood up and rolled his shoulders to ease some of the tension that had built up in them. "You gotta understand that there's more to it all than what you can see, man."
Nick slumped where he stood, deflating slightly. "It's just so frustrating. I wanted that job."
Mitchel wiped the sweat off his brow onto his forearm and took a deep breath. "I know. But there'll be a next time, and you'll be a shoe-in. So, don't worry, okay?"
The rat grunted and shrugged, bringing one of the gloves up to his muzzle and tugging at the laces with his teeth. "I'm done. I need a shower."
The caribou took off his pads and tossed them off towards the wall where he'd clean them up later. "Come here," he said, grabbing Nick's gloves and unlacing them, tugging them off. "Come on. Shower, then we can get food."
The precinct's locker room was empty this late at night and the pair stripped out of their clothes, no body shyness between them. Nick wandered off towards the showers first and turned the water on to stand beneath the hot stream.
Mitchel paused outside the stall where Nick was showering, staring at the curtain. He stepped closer and slid it aside, stepping in behind the rat. "You know-"
Nick jumped when he heard the curtain get pushed aside. "What? I'm not really in the mood..."
"You're always in the mood. Besides, it's another good way to let out pent up frustration," Mitchel said, bringing one of his large, dark-grey hands up to press into the small of Nick's chest.
The rat gasps as his back pressed into the cool tile of the wall. His cheeks brightened as he looked down at the caribou's uncut length hanging between his legs. "M-maybe, but just this. I'm not ready for anything else," he said, brow furrowed in concentration.
"That's alright. Baby steps," Mitchel muttered, a grin spreading over his cervine muzzle. He directed the shower head to spray against the wall and then took the bottle of shower gel Nick used. The caribou squirted a big glob of the cool, green liquid across his palm and replaced the bottle on the ledge.
Nick watched the cervine's actions with growing anticipation and arousal, knowing what would come shortly. His whip-like tail curled around his feet and his paws pressed flat against the blue tiles of the stall. When the caribou's hand gripped his half-hard length, he closed his eyes and surrendered to his partner.
Mitchel grinned as he watched the frustrated rat melt in his grip, feeling that warm, spongy flesh in his hand pulse and lengthen. He stroked downwards, skinning back his foreskin before the other hand came up to slather the gel across his length. The reindeer's own maleness had already swollen to full size, just a bit thinner and shorter than the rat's would grow to. He leaned in and pressed his cock against the rat's, using both hands to squeeze them together, feeling the heat from the rat's skin washing over his own.
Nick sucked in a gentle gasp and arched his hips forward so that only his shoulders were touching the wall. His shaft throbbed in the cervine's fingers and pre dripped out from under his foreskin to be lost among the copious amounts of soap. A broad hand pushed him back against the wall and a low chuckle vibrated in the stall. "Just relax..."
The rat watched through half-lidded eyes as the caribou began stroking back and forth over their cocks, dark grey and brown hips pumping in a counter-motion. He could feel his partner's heartbeat through the caribou's pole, feel slick skin slide across slick skin and that hooded head graze across his thigh whenever Mitchel would thrust forward. They'd only been intimate a few handfuls of times, and Nick, still getting used to doing something with another male, wasn't quite comfortable with anything more than the caribou's hands right now, though he knew the time was quick approaching would his curiosity would demand he felt the reindeer's cock with his own paws.
Mitchel watched his hands jerk them off, teasing foreskins back and forth, rubbing their heads in against each other's thighs and pelvis while thrusting against the rat. He knew Nick wouldn't last long, and the sight was sure to push him over the edge.
A scarce few minutes passed before the rat's eyes squeezed shut and his breathing picked up, moans coming out an octave higher than before. Mitchel squeezed down around their frotting cocks, stroking slower as he watched Nick's shaft pulse and spit rope after rope of pearly white cum across his abdomen and crotch, soaking his dark pelt in the musky fluids.
The caribou's eyes fluttered, almost closing, but he watched as his own orgasm hit and a thick spray of white seed splattered messily against Nick's cock and thighs, heavy balls emptying an impressive load on the rat's short fur.
Nick shuddered as he felt the warm cum soak into his fur, a perverse pleasure making his dick pulse in the reindeer's grip before it was released. It hung forward in the air, a thick dollop of cum rolling from the head to fall to the shower floor. His breathing was harder now than it had been in the ring and it was all he could do to keep from sliding to the floor.
Mitchel had recovered a bit quicker and was already using more of the shower gel to work away the rat's cum. "You okay?"
Nick nodded and carefully stood back up straight, shaking his head. "Yeah. Just... damn. I don't know if I'm hungry anymore."
Mitchel turned the rat around and hugged him from behind, taking over the job of cleaning the rat's fur. "Mm, well, want to come home and get some sleep with me?"
The rat's face flushed and he bit his lip before nodding to himself. "Y-yeah. I think I can do that."
"Good. See? Baby steps."