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FREEDOM, CH 1 ONE LAST SATURDAY PART 1 OF 2

The blazing sun progressed past the unexpected morning clouds, bathing a modest gated community in the initial three rays of light. Each townhome rested mutely tucked away in immaculate lawns, peppered in a wonderland of rainbows, painted in the sunlight by the dancing sprinklers.

At the end of one culdesac, sat a single-story house of white siding. The street-facing side resembled to be cobblestone, hugged by a porch of dark stained wood cutting off to the left from the garage, forming the porch. The balusters and rails of the porch stirred with dangling ferns and ivy, flower containers in their cozy frame around the full bay window. Midway cut into the porch was steps, flawlessly aligned with the large wooden stained glass door. It was in this very house that a ginger-colored otter utilized the kitchen.

The shuffling webbed feet curled and popped as the pads made contact with the cold stone slate floor. Gingerly, Jack petted his nethers, enjoying the new white briefs. The bubbling of the coffee pot imitated in Jack's small round ears. The strong scent made his nose twitch with delight. Stretching and yawning, Jack reached for a bowl; his rudder bounced about along with his little ears.

QUARK.

Jack rolled his eyes and fumbled for the digital device he had slipped into his briefs and oddly held in place between his rump cheeks.

_"Hello son, you are requested to come home for dinner on Sunday. Bring David and Nate." _--Mom.

Jake's tail dropped, slapping the floor as he let out a sigh. Nose wiggling, whiskers lowering, he leaned his forehead against the fridge. How was he going to tell his mom what happened?

"Something the matter, Jack?" The soft rocky voice spoke from beside the fridge.

Jack yelped looking over to see the hunk of a liger standing there, arms crossed, showing off his massive biceps, and barrel of a chest. That long tail bouncing around, which Jack could only assume was from the romp that took place in the shower.

"Ah...nothing, Nate." Jack's voice cracked, he continued about the kitchen, trying to pretend Nate was not standing there naked. However, his eyes kept returning to the heavy sheath with some pink peeking out.

Jack's mind was going back two nights ago when Nate was filling the very depths of his rump with that barbed tool. All the while, Jack's own member was hip-deep in David's sheath, feeling that knot pinning Jack's cock tip inside.

A lump was forming in Jack's underwear, his sheath working against him, growing warm and wet.

"Jack..." Nate huffed, his ear went flat, muzzle drew up then fell into a frown. "I saw the message from here," said Nate softly as he walked up behind and towered over Jack.

The otter's shoulders dropped back, slumped, catching the soft reflecting morning sunlight.

Nate now succumbed to recollections of the first time he had gotten lucky enough to see Jack's fur like this. Eight years ago, back in university. Jack was wearing nothing but his gym shorts, feet planted on the sparring mat. It was the first time Nate had seen Jack going against someone, even just for training. Every movement Jack executed was like viewing the wind itself.

Nate was next, after observing the other combatant, an Ox, tap out, finding himself prone on the mat, and his arm and shoulder barred in a grip. Nate could tell the otter was no slacker, eyeing that little chest and slender body. It was not easy keeping his member in check now facing off against this small, sensual tidbit. Jack lost to Nate on the mat, but won a prize later in the showers.

Nate stood there, still overlooking Jack, his arms just hung by his side, feeling helpless. Silence fills the moment, both Nate and Jack not knowing what to say or do.

"Jac..." Nate began only to be stopped now hearing the pitiful sniff. "Jack, why are you doing this to yourself?" Nate's voice sounded lost.

Jack shrugged his shoulders and shifted his weight to one hip. All he could do was rub a paw over one arm and look down. He knew things would never be the same. He had hoped that this last weekend would not be so hard.

"Jack, I know how you feel right now." A white paw caressed the dark ginger collar. It was so large that Jack's body moved forward. A soft purr was rumbling out of Nate's chest as his tail curled around Jack's. "Even I get like this when I get deployed; it never goes away."

The liger pulled Jack around to face him, picked him up with ease, and kissed him. Jack responded, wrapping his arms around Nate's neck, and let the deep purrs alleviate some of the anxiety.

"We still love you, Jack." Nate broke the kiss, with a faint nibble on Jack's nose. "You are a major part of our life. David may play it off, but deep inside, if it were me, I wouldn't have done what you did."

"I..." Jack's muffled voice chirped up, "Nate if something happened to me, I was worried it would hurt him and you more. How do you get over that?" His smaller frame shook.

"You don't." Nate hissed, his ears drew back flat. Even his tail grew still, as he sat Jack on the counter, grinding his hips between the otter's legs. "Would you want to leave us like that?" His paw clutched under Jack's chin.

"I don't..." Jack was cut off. His blue eyes scanning Nate's face.

"You are thinking about this all wrong." Nate spat, the dark mohawk raised on the nape of his neck. "You should leave knowing when you come home, David and I will be here to love you."

Jack found himself pinned on the counter top now. His heart was hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. All he wanted was to stay like this; the feeling of Nate's frame against his own, the essence of David's scent mixed in Nate's white fluff.

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In the hallway stood the shadowy outline of David, a lump formed in the back of his throat. Deep inside was rage and love all at once. Jack, his Jack, was leaving, all this last week they worked to make it feel like any other week. David's ears dropped as he softly whined, feeling the pain settle in. Never had he and Jack been apart for more than a month or two.

Just looking down the hallway made it even more unmanageable. Littering the wall was photographs of when Jack and David got married. Images of all three of them on holidays. That was the day David and Jack both asked Nate to be their new partner. Even to this day, they couldn't find a fitting way for all three of them to be wedded. It didn't matter now because after that day, four years ago, they never looked back.

David winced when he noticed Nate gazing up at him. He gave in, and walked into the small kitchen, encircling his gray furred arms around Nate's broad torso from behind.

"David?" Jack's voice was very soft, his rudder brushing the wolf's foot.

"I know Jack." David swallowed the lump, holding back his tears. His nose filled with Jack's scent. "But I won't give in, keep a hold on. We'll make it through." Nate slipped to the other side of David, giving room for him to hover over Jack, who was still sitting on the counter.

"I love you both," said Jack, melting into the bodies around him. His cheeks were burning hot red, "Well, I better get food started, then?"

All three sets of ears turned to the coffee pot now puffing out a breath of water. Soft chuckles found the trio pulling apart, and Nate and David left Jack to preparing breakfast, as he was the better cook.

"Jack?" The smooth voice of David filled the otter's ears. "Nate and I have something for you after breakfast."

"What!?" Jack's rudder curtseying, making that cute butt jiggle around in his underwear. Jack spun around on the balls of his pads.

"Well, Nate and I have something special for you." A cheeky smirk spread across David's muzzle.

"That we do!" Nate's voice seductively rumbled out, grabbing a paw full of otter rump. "That we do!."

"But, I heard you two in the shower!" Jack blabbed out. Tail raising from the touch.

"We decided to hold off until we could get you in bed for a good old fashion fuck." David bluntly put it. His ears perked up while he licked his nose.

All three fall out with a burst of deep heartfelt laughter.

End of Part 1.

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Written by Pibble MacDribble

Edit by Koda Mutt