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Woowee, this ended up a lot longer than I thought it'd be. Enjoy.

A loud ker-chunk came from the equipment closet as Coach Williams unlocked and opened it. Michael followed behind the older black stallion, grabbing the agility poles and being passed the bag of balls and made his way to the pitch. He fell into the routine of pumping up the balls that needed it and then started stabbing the agility poles into the ground. He playfully slapped the last pole and watched it sway like a metronome before heading back for the rest of the equipment.

As he dragged the wagon of tackling bags out of the closet he thought back on the past couple of weeks. He was right, practice for the team had gotten more rigorous and it increased the amount of his own work, particularly with the laundry. His arms and hands were always sore after washing the increased amount of grass stains from the jerseys. Having to scrub the worst of the stains with heavy duty stain remover before throwing the jerseys into the washing machines for multiple washes.

Closing the closet behind him and wheeled the wagon behind him he was, like clockwork, greeted with the familiar raucous laughter of the team arriving. As Robbo and Nikau passed Michael gave the dingo a wave and he gave one in return. Nikau as he passed he gave the kelpie a mocking squeak. Michael shot him a glare and Robbo elbowed him in the ribs.

Nikau rubbed his side and gave the dingo a confused look. He looked at Robbo, to Michael then back at Robbo before a realization dawned on his face. Laughing he pulled the dingo into a headlock, grinding his knuckles on his head. Squirming out of the headlock he elbowed the ram again and scampered to the locker room, the ram following, chuckling.

Confused at the encounter between the two teammates he made a mental note to ask one of the two about it later after practice before he realised that Nikau probably thought that they've been fucking. A small part of them wished they had before admonishing himself for starting to pine after his straight colleague despite promising himself not to weeks before. With his tail between his legs and ears back in shame he wheeled the wagon the rest of the way to the pitch and set the bags up.

Although he wasn't taking part in the actual training it was tough on Michael, darting to and from players with drinks, and to reset any equipment they knocked down. He cringed as he saw the large grass stain on Jay's jersey after the border collie tripped on the training hurdles. As he reset the hurdles Jay sent flying he looked up to see a camera crew.

"Coach?" he called out, getting the stallion's attention and pointing, "They meant to be here?"

"Yeah, they're just getting footage for pre-season newscasts."

"You think they caught Ray stacking it?" asked David, the Fly-Half grey kangaroo.

"They better fucking have," answered Alex, "I'd be disappointed if they didn't."

"I'd rather they didn't," mumbled Jay.

"Aw, you worried it'll hurt your chances with the ladies?" mocked Nikau.

"Can't hurt what's dead," jabbed Michael.

Ray gave him a glare and the rest of the team gave him chuckles Coach blew into his whistle and got them back to work under the watchful eyes of the cameras. The team showing off for them.

As practice finished Coach distracted the camera crew with comments for the news as the team headed into the locker rooms and Michael gathered the equipment, taking it back to the closet then heading to the locker room. Dreading having to wash the grass stained clothes.

When pushing the laundry bin Michael overheard Robbo and Nikau in the locker room.

"Don't," warned Robbo.

"If you don't ask, I will," countered Nikau.

"Heads up!" Robbo shouted to Michael as he wheeled in the bin.

Michael had ducked before Robbo said anything and Nikau's jockstrap flew through the space his head would've been and onto Alex's chest.

"Ugh, watch it, I already showered" gagged the kangaroo, throwing the jockstrap off his naked chest and into the bin.

Michael gave the ram a fist pumping 'up yours' gesture, getting a chuckle out of the dingo, and went back to collecting the laundry.

"You looking forward to travelling with us this season, Bluey?" asked David, placing his laundry in the bin. "Excited? Nervous?"

"Both, kinda," Michael answered, scratching behind his ears, "furthest I've gone out of Brisbane is the Gold Coast."

"Well," the kangaroo playfully nudging the kelpie in the ribs, "You're gonna go a lot further than the Gold Coast. Sydney, Canberra. You're gonna have plenty to do when you're not looking after us. Not there'd be much to do in Canberra."

"Asides from getting drunk," suggested Nikau before smirking, "Try not to go overboard and grope Robbo again."

"I won't," Michael turned towards the Ram shooting him a mischievous grin, bordering on malicious as he wheeled the bin out, "As long as you promise to tell everyone here what happened on your eighteenth."

That wiped the smirk from his face and turned to the dingo next to him, "You're gonna pay for that," the team probing the ram with questions.

Throwing the jerseys into the washing machines and taking the towels out of the dryer. He rubbed his aching arms as he folded the towels and looked up confused when Robbo walked in fully dressed, ready to leave.

"Uh," the kelpie paused folding the towels, "What are you doing here?"

"Alex told me that you wanted to talk."

"I went straight to here from the locker room," said the confused kelpie, "I never talked to anyone."

Michael could see the gears turning in the dingo's head before he darted to the door. The door slamming closed before he got there.

"Nikki, you feral sheep fucker!" he banged the door with his fist, "Let me out!"

"You actually believed Alex?" Michael continued folding the towels.

Robbo thumped his head against the door, "Yeah."

"After Nikau said he'll make you pay?"

The dingo sighed, "Yeah..."

"Dude..." The kelpie looked at the dingo, disappointed, as he finished folding the towels and leant on the table, "But seeing you're already here. I've been meaning to ask you."

Robbo made his way over to Michael, giving the door a final bang before sitting on the table, "Shoot."

"Why'd you take me to your place that night instead of having me stay at the inn?"

"I was drunk too. Wasn't thinking straight."

"Mhm, right," Michael said, not believing him, "And why's Nikau slinging his jock at me again? He stopped hazing me last week. Why start again? I heard him say something to you about asking something."

The dingo's ears folded back at the last part, nervously going to say something before Michael cut him off.

"He doesn't think we did anything, does he? I saw how he acted this morning."

"It's not that," the dingo said, his leg bouncing, "He knows we didn't do anything."

"Then what is it?" Michael barked, getting annoyed, "What's he want you to ask?"

"He wants me to ask you out," muttered the dingo, leg bouncing more.

The kelpie was blindsided by that, taking a moment to respond, "What?"

"He wants me to ask you out," he said, louder this time.

"What?" Michael said, incredulous, "But you're straight. He's just taking the piss."

He walked past the leg bouncing dingo to get Nikau to open the door. But was stopped when he got pulled back by his arm and into a kiss. It was just a quick peck but it was enough to short circuit his brain and have him stand there, slack jawed, in front of the dingo watching his mouth move. The dingo looked at him embarrassed, realising that he was told something he shook himself out of the state he was in.

"Can you repeat that?"

"Nikki knows that I think you're cute," reiterated the dingo, "Found out this morning."

Michael blushed at being called cute then thought of something.

"Is that why you warned me about the hazing?" He asked, "Cause you thought I was cute?"

Robbo avoided the kelpie's eyes, still bouncing his leg.

"It is," laughed Michael, "You probably take part in the hazing too, don't you?"

"He usually starts it," added Nikau on the other side of the door.

"Have you been listening the entire time?!" Michael asked Nikau, exasperated.

"Door's not exactly thick," shot back the ram.

"Can you let him out at least?" Michael asked.

"Not until he asks you out,"

Sighing he rubbed the bridge of his muzzle, wondering what he was going to do when Robbo cleared his throat.

"How 'bout it?"

"How about what?" Michael asked, heart racing.

"My place? This Saturday?" the dingo elaborated.

Realizing that he'd been wagging since he was kissed, he grabbed it. The tail still trying to wag in his hand. Michael had no idea what to say. He thought Robbo was straight but he was obviously not. He promised himself not to pine but here he was being asked out by the dingo. A lump in his throat, he couldn't get his response out. He didn't know what to respond with but found himself nodding yes. Robbo smiled, starting to laugh, Michael going along with him.

"Is that a 'yes'?" interrupted Nikau, both Robbo's and Michael's ears going back in annoyance before sighing in unison, "Yes,"

Robbo, standing up off the table as Nikau opened the door, "See you then."

"What time?" Michael asked as he put more detergent in the washing machine to wash the jersey again and letting go of his tail, letting it wag freely.

"Oh, uh..." the dingo thought for a moment, "Six, six thirty-ish?"

"I can do that," Michael said as he closed the lid of the washing machine, setting it for another cycle. The dingo waved goodbye as he left but not before punching Nikau in the gut, leaving him wheezing on the ground.

"You're welcome," he wheezed to the annoyed and embarrassed dingo then getting up and following him.

Michael drummed his fingers on the lid of the washing machine, thinking back on the day before saying in disbelief, "Fuck."

***

To think he thought he was a bundle of nerves when he was getting ready for the pub a couple of weeks ago thought Michael as he rooted around in his wardrobe and drawers for something to wear. He pulled out the suit he wore for his job interview. Too overboard he thought and put it back. A simple tee and shorts didn;t feel like enough. He was about to throw them back into his drawers when he noticed, at the bottom of his shirt drawer, a hooded light blue plaid button down tee. He threw it onto his bed, pulled out a plain grey tee, to match the other tee's hood, a pair of black jeans and went to shower.

In nothing but his briefs he ironed the shirts, his russet fur fluffed up from his hair dryer. He'd given up trying to brush it down for the time being. He carefully draped the shirts over the back of his couch and looked at his phone. He had half an hour to leave so he knew he had to try and wrangle his fur back under control now rather than later.

Grabbing a spray bottle he spritzed his fur with water and combed down his fur. Remembering how long he was stuck in traffic when he went to the pub he decided to leave early he put on his shirts, leaving the button down unbuttoned, grabbed his keys and left.

Paying extra for a spot in a parking garage to avoid another ticket Michael pulled up his hood to try and go unnoticed by paparazzi and made his way up the block to Robbo's apartment building. Too focussed on keeping a look out for paparazzi he failed to notice a ram sneaking up behind him and resting an arm on his head.

He yiped and slapped the arm away and saw Nikau, looking down at him with a smirk.

Michael gave him an ineffectual punch in the gut before asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Doing interference for Robbo," he answered, scratching his belly, "To make any paparazzi think it's just a few people going over to their mate's place."

"Oh, alright," Michael said as he went to open the apartment door but Nikau pushed it back closed and leant on it, putting his weight against it, looking at the smaller kelpie expectantly.

Michael inhaled, swallowing his pride, then exhaled, "Sorry for punching you."

Nikau raised his eyebrows, evidently being told the wrong apology.

"And telling the team about the knickers," groaned the kelpie.

Satisfied, the ram took his weight off the door and opened the door for the smaller canine and followed him in. Making their way through the foyer to the elevator Michael pulled his hood off.

"How'd you know it was me by the way?", he asked, "I had my hood up."

"Your tail," Nikau answered pointing to the canine's russet furred tail as they entered the elevator, "That and you're short as hell."

"I'm like three inches shorter than the average," grumbled the kelpie.

The ram chuckled at his excuse and jeered, "Shorties always quote statistics."

"What are you going to be doing while I'm at Robbo's anyway?" asked Michael.

The elevator dinged opened and Nikau pushed Michael out into the hallway, "Alex lives a floor above Robbo."

"Have fun," grinned Nikau as the doors closed.

Michael made his way over to Robbo's door and knocked. He waited a few moments before he heard it unlock was greeted by a surprised dingo wearing a wrinkled black shirt and khaki shorts. Michael felt over dressed.

"Oh, you're early," said Robbo, letting Michael into the apartment, "I didn't expect you for another like twenty or so minutes at least. I haven't even started dinner yet."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Tried to beat the traffic but there wasn't any to beat this time," Michael walked into the living room, "So, uh, what were you going to make?"

The dingo made his way to the kitchen and got out a saucepan and frying pan, "Chicken alfredo"

"I'll help."

"No, I'll do it," said Robbo as Michael took the saucepan from his hand and started filling it with water.

"Alright then," said the dingo as he put the frying pan on a turned off element on the stove and turning on one for Michael as he put the saucepan on.

As they waited for the water to boil the dingo asked the kelpie, "So you know how to cook?"

"Ehhh, kinda," said Michael, wobbling his hand and leant on the counter, "My mum taught me the basics, they've taken me pretty far but I usually just throw something in the oven. I only cook something when I want to treat myself or on a special occasion."

"I cook a lot," said Robbo, grabbing fettuccine from his pantry and tossing Michael some chicken breast from the fridge as the water started to bubble, "Easier to know exactly what I eat. Protein, carbs, fats, shit like that."

"Do you mainly just cook quick stuff or longer stuff? Like in a slow cooker?" asked Michael as he sliced the chicken and Robbo dropped the pasta in the water, "Did you remember to add salt?"

"Yes, I'm not stupid," answered the dingo as he grabbed salt and added it to the water, "But yeah. It's just really food that I can throw together or have recipe bases like this."

Michael slid the chicken into the pan, the meat hissing as it touched the hot metal, and rinsed the cutting board in the sink. He looked around Robbo's side, being too short to look over the dingo's shoulder, and watched him stir the chicken around the pan.

"You aren't gonna add anything to it? Not even a bit of garlic?"

"I don't normally add stuff to chicken," he grabbed some garlic salt, "I have some garlic salt if you want."

Michael nodded and Robbo shook some over the chicken. They added cream and the recipe base, let it simmer and then served it with pasta in two bowls. Robbo gave himself a larger serving then took both his and Michael's bowl. He walked over to his large corner couch, set them on his coffee table and sat down, patting the cushion next to him.

He sat down, leaving a small gap, and picked up his bowl. An arm looped around his hip and pulled him closer to the dingo, hip to hip. Smiling to himself he dug into his food, his tail thumping against the cushions, and watched the T.V. It was the same sci-fi show but this time he was enjoying it, commenting on it and laughing along with Robbo.

They both cringed and groaned when a character got thrown around the ship's hallway and dislocated his shoulder and was forced to pop it back in to stop the uncontrolled spin the ship was stuck in.

He sat there chewing the last of his food, his mind drifting as the characters talked in techno speak that flew over his head. He thought back to why he was snuck out of the building last time he was there.

"Robbo?" the dingo looked down at him, eyebrow raised, "Are you out?"

"Of?" he asked in return.

"The closet," he looked up at the dingo, "You didn't correct me when I thought you were straight when I was last here."

"Oh, uh..." the dingo cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head, "Uh, no."

"Why not?"

"There's still a lot of the 'old guard' in the higher ups in the League. I don't want to..."

Michael placed a hand on the dingo's arm, "You're afraid they may get you kicked off the team." The dingo nodded and remained silent and Michael continued.

"They wouldn't dare try and kick you off," he encouraged, "It'd be a PR nightmare and they'd lose their best winger and Nikau obviously knows, so he'll probably resign in protest."

Robbo stayed silent.

"Speaking of the team," Michael said, changing the subject before asking, "Who else on the team knows."

After a moment Robbo answered, "Everyone. Even Coach."

"Everyone?"

"Yeah," confirmed the dingo, "They noticed that I would always look at guys and not girls."

"They caught you perving on them in the showers?" Michael asked, smiling.

"Oh! Nonono," denied Robbo, "They saw how I'd look at smaller guys."

He has a thing for short guys thought Michael, blushing.

"So how'd you find out?" he asked.

"When I was twenty at my old club in Ipswich, before I got drafted. It was also when Nikki found out," he said before continuing, "There was a bartender there, a wallaby, who had eyes for me. Maybe a bit taller than you."

"Everyone is." complained the kelpie. The dingo smirked, softly smacking a hand on Michael's thigh, stroking it with his thumb, before continuing.

"But yeah, he had eyes for me. Kept making passes at me and I had no idea what to do," he chuckled, nervous.

"What'd you end up doing?"

"He was giving me thoughts that made me question a lot of things about myself and I wanted them to go away. So one night I took him under the stands to tell him to stop," he leaned closer to Michael, "He thought I took him there for something else and before I could say anything he leaned up and started kissing me."

"What happened next?" asked Michael, enraptured, leaning back as the dingo leaned further and further over him until the kelpie was lying back on the couch..

"It's a bit of a blur but next thing I knew I had him against one of the supports, kissing him back," he paused, sliding his hand off of Michaels thigh and snaking it up his shirt, then continued, "Among other things."

"What other things?" Michael asked, shivering as the dingo's cream furred hand stroked his belly. The dingo lowered his head closer, his muzzle only a few centimetres from the kelpie's.

"You wanna find out?" Robbo asked, huskily. His hand sliding up to Michael's chest, his shirt riding up.

Heart racing, blood rushing in his ears Michael slid a hand up the tan fur of the arm not under his shirt, feeling the dingo's biceps and triceps. He raised his other one to the dingo's shoulder rubbing his delts through the black shirt. He nodded.

Robbo closed the distance and their lips connected. Michael stopped his feeling and rubbing and wrapped his arms around the dingo's muscular back, hugging him closer. The dingo's tongue wormed its way into the kelpie's and started wrestling with his. His tongue being easily dominated by the larger dog on top of him Michael moaned into the kiss, grinding on the dingo's leg.

Breaking the kiss to breath, Robbo stopped rubbing the smaller dogs chest and, with help from Michael, pulled the shirts off the smaller kelpie and threw them over the back of the couch. Leaning up, Michael reinstigated the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the back of Robbo's neck to hold himself up while the dingo supported him with a hand on the kelpie's russet furred lower back his other arm keeping them up.

Robbo ground into Michael's crotch causing the smaller dog to needily moan into the kiss. Breaking the kiss he started giving tickling kisses down Michael's muzzle and neck, the kelpie giggling all the way. Making his way to Michael's shoulder he stopped and kissed in the one spot before he softly, but firmly, bit into it.

Michael bit his lower lip, suppressing his moan, grinding harder into the dingo and clenched his hands into the dingo's fur grabbing it and scratching the dingo's back. He let a shocked yelp when he was dropped back onto the couch and face covered with black fabric. Pulling Robbo's shirt off his face Michael saw that the dingo was gone and a tan furred tail disappear into the bedroom.

Like an enthusiastic puppy Michael followed him into the seemingly empty bedroom. He looked around before he was embraced from behind by tan furred arms belonging to an already naked Robbo, his leaking cock grinding against the middle of his back.

Kissing the top of his head Robbo hugged Michael closer and slid a hand to his waist, unbuttoning his jeans. Helping him pull down his pants, along with his underwear, Michael looked up at the dingo accidently bumping each others noses. Chuckling, Michael kissed the dingo's nose then his lips as kicked off his jeans.

Worming out of the hug, Michael crawled onto the bed, looked back at Robbo and waved his rear at the dingo. Robbo placed a hand on the kelpie's russet furred rear and pushed him onto his side then flipped him onto his back. The dingo crawled on top of Michael, nudging him up the bed until the confused kelpie rested his head on top of one of the pillows.

Lying there beneath the dingo Michael looked at the muscular torso above him, fingers tracing the strip of cream fur in the middle of his chest and abdominals. Cream fingers gently pulled Michael's head up, tearing his eyes away from the chest and to the dingo's soft brown eyes. Robbo lowered his head down to Michael's and the kelpie lifted himself up meeting the dingo halfway, kissing him.

It was a gentler kiss, Robbo's tongue brushed against Michael's lips asking for permission to enter. Michael quickly allowed him in and their tongues started dancing his hands drifting from the dingo's chest to his side, feeling the muscles through the thick tan fur.

Sliding a hand underneath Michael's back Robbo pulled him up. Kneeling together on the bed their cocks rubbed together, Robbo's thicker and at least two inches longer than Michael's six incher. Michael heard the pop of a cap, his hand being pulled away from the dingo's side and felt cold lube squirt onto it. He lowered his hand and started spreading it onto Robbo's meat.

It felt bigger in his hand, he rested his head against the dingo's chest and looked down at the meat in his hand, it looked larger in his hand as well. Slicking it up he twisted it around the shaft and paid special attention to the leaking head. The pre mixing with the lube as he worked the lube into every inch. He heard another squirt and fingers going under his tail and between his cheeks.

He gasped as the lubed fingers worked into his tail hole, clenching the cock into his hand causing Robbo to grunt and buck into the hand. Panting into the dingo's tan and cream chest fur he shakily worked the shaft faster, tailhole clenching around the probing fingers. He gasped and pushed further onto the fingers when they finally found his prostate, the pleasure shooting up his spine.

He whined as the fingers pulled out, pushing back to keep them in. His hand was pulled away Robbo's cock and was picked up by his thighs onto the dingo's lap, His cock wedging between the kelpie's cheeks, the heading rubbing at Michael's entrance. Robbo's brown eyes met the kelpie's golden brown ones, the dingo's eyebrows raised in question.

"Ready?" he asked

Michael nodded and put his head on Robbo's shoulder, bracing for the intrusion. He noticed the fur on the dingo's back was a darker tan than the rest of him. He gritted his teeth as the dingo started pushing in. His sphincter resisted as best it could but the dingo was insistent and wouldn't take no for an answer. Slowly but surely the resistance crumbled and the head popped in.

Both canines groaned, the kelpie grabbing fistfuls of the dingo's back fur, scratching him in the process and the dingo gripped harder onto the kelpie's thighs, holding him up and keeping from sliding down the shaft before he was ready.

A moment passed, a second and then finally a third Michael started squirming in the Dingo's grip, grinding his cock against his abs, pre matting down the fur. Gradually Robbo started lowering him down. Stopping every couple of inches to let the kelpie get used to the length and width, eventually bottoming out.

Panting and getting used to the stuffed feeling, Michael loosened his grip on Robbo's fur and started gyrating his hips. Taking that as his cue Robbo moved his hands from the kelpie's thighs and up to his back, lowering the pair back down onto the bed.

Michael let out a long, groaning moan as Robbo pulled out to the head. Whimpering, feeling empty he lifted a leg and curled it behind the dingo's thigh. Trying to pull him back in but Robbo stayed resolute, unmoving. Annoyed, he wrapped his other leg around and tried to pull himself back onto it but was stopped by the dingo's hand.

Chuckling at the kelpie's needy whines Robbo gave a few teasing nibbles along Michael's muzzle before pulling him into a kiss. The kelpie gave a hitched moan into the kiss as he was finally given what he wanted as the dingo slowly thrusting, the kelpie rubbing a leg against the dingo's thigh.

Michael had only slept with someone once before and the dingo thrusting into him a lot larger than his first time after his formal. But it was also gentler than his first time, the dingo taking it slower and more caring than he'd imagined it would be as he slowly sank in and out. Occasionally he would break the kiss to nibble and kiss along the kelpie's muzzle, neck and chest. He loved it.

He grunted when the dingo hit that spot in him, clenching and accidentally clawing his back. The reaction making Robbo prod that spot again and again. Michael wrapping his legs around Robbo's waist as the dingo sped up his thrusts, making sure to hit the kelpie's prostate each time.

He was on a hair trigger, he desperately wanted to touch himself but didn't want it to end. Robbo's thrust quickened again, getting closer as well. His cock battering harder against the kelpie's prostate. Michael wrapped his legs tighter around the dingo's waist, unknowingly bearing his neck to him.

The dingo noticed however, seeing the kelpie with his eyes clenched shut and neck bared he smirked and nibbled down his neck, making the smaller dog beneath him squirm and bite back moans. Then he gave his neck a proper mating bite.

Michael threw his head back and howled as Robbo pushed him over the edge. His cock firing as it was pinned between their torsos, matting their fur. The kelpie's tail hole clenching hard around the thick intruder, making the dingo's thrust stutter before giving a final hard thrust. Michael grunted hard at that, fingers digging into Robbo's back before relaxing and basking in his afterglow, panting as the dingo softly ground against him firing his load into the smaller kelpie before finally stopping.

Pressing their foreheads together they panted. Robbo slowly pulled out, making Michael moan and his tailhole clench around the evacuating shaft, trying to keep it in. The dingo fell to the kelpie's side and pulled him close, hugging him close. He brought the smaller dog's face to his and they slowly made out. Michael snuggling closer.

Michael laid there in Robbo's arms for several minutes and he intended for it to stay that way until the semen slowly leaking from his rear started drying and making his fur stuck in uncomfortable ways. Reluctantly, he crawled out of the dingo's arms and sat up, cringing as the dried cum on his belly pulled at the fur and ignored the attempts to pull him back down onto the bed.

"You mind if I use your shower?"

'Sure," said Robbo as he put his hand behind his head, "Go ahead."

He groaned as he stood, his rear twinging in protest and he slowly hobbled into the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it. His hand stayed on the door handle, thinking. After a moment he unlocked it and entered the shower, closing the glass door behind and turning on the water.

He scrubbed his fur, paying close attention to his torso and rear, flinching as he scrubbed the drying cum from back there. He should've jumped in the shower sooner he thought as he hissed in pain from scrubbing a little too hard back there. After finally getting the worst of the cum off he pumped shampoo into his hand and started soaping up.

As he was trying to soap up his back he heard the sound he was hoping for. The bathroom door opening then closing. He froze when the shower door creaked open and he felt the large dingo's presence behind him. Robbo reached over Michael, pumped some shampoo onto his hand and started massaging it into the spots on the kelpie's back he was trying to reach.

Leaning into the hands Michael asked, curious, "You said it was the same time Nikau found out. How so?"

He laughed," Oh yeah. Turns out he saw me making out with the bartender and made sure no one interrupted us."

"That seems unusually nice of him," Michael said before he remembered that Nikau was there tonight to throw any paparazzi off their scent.

"Ah, nah," Robbo said, rinsing the shampoo from the kelpies back, "He's a prick, yes. But when push comes to shove he'll be there for ya."

"What about you?" asked Robbo as he turned around for Michael to soap up his back.

"What?" Michael asked as he tried to mimic the massage he got from the dingo.

"How'd you find out?" The kelpie stopped rubbing the dingo's back and gave him a confused look which made him add, "About yourself, I mean."

"Oh! Oh right." he gasped and continued massaging the shampoo into the dingo's dark tan back fur, starting to get the same rhythm that was used on him "Yeah, when I was seventeen."

"Seventeen?" He asked, looking back at him, "That's pretty young to find out."

"It was after I went on a date with a bull arab girl," Michael rinsed the fur and continued, "She had a lot of fun, we went to the arcade, and she really liked me."

"Same can't be said for you, I'm guessing?" Robbo asked as he turned them both around rested his head on top of the kelpie's and hugged him as they stood under the spray.

Michael leant back into Robbo's chest, holding onto his muscled arms "No, but when I took her home I met her brother. We only hit it off as friends at first but she saw what was happening pretty quickly, before even he and I did."

"So when did you two figure it out?" asked the dingo, he turned off the water when it started getting cold.

Squeezing the water out of their fur Michael answered, "When I was over at his house one time I accidentally walked in on him naked. I, uh, had a lot to think that night in bed. Then in the morning when in the shower."

Speaking over the hair dryer Robbo asked, "You two end up fucking?"

Rubbing his fur dry with a towel Michael cleared his throat as he was caught off guard at the dingo being so direct and stuttered, "Uh, yeah. In the back of his car after our school formal."

"Classic," Robbo chuckled, looking over to see Michael bending over drying his legs. Leaving his rear open. He leaned over and pointed the hair dryer up the kelpies rear making him jump up and yelp. Michael halfheartedly whipped the laughing dingo in return.

Michael went back into the bedroom and fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, checking the time. It was getting late and he decided he should probably leave. Going to put his jeans back on he was grabbed from behind and picked.

"And where do you think you're going?" Robbo asked the dangling canine.

"Home?"

"Oh no. You're staying here tonight." Robbo said and carried Michael over to the bed and dropped him on it then slid under the covers.

"What if I refuse?"

"Are you?" He asked holding the covers open in offering.

Michael laid there looking at the offered spot, to Robbo then to the door to the hallway. He then crawled under the covers with the dingo cuddling with him. Robbo draped the covers over the kelpie and pulled him closer, spooning him and lying together until sleep took them.