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At 11AM, a pickup pulled up to Step's manor. Samel drew in a careful breath, hoping beyond reason that someone other than Davie would get out of the car. But no such mercy blessed him. He stared through a window in the living room as Davie gathered his equipment and paused, staring at the front door. Then he started off towards the side gate and let himself out the back, towards the pool. Samel shifted to the far window, hiding behind curtains as Davie started skimming leaves off of the pool, testing the water and whatever else he had to do. It was less murky than it had once been, but was far from clean.

Samel kept himself steady. This would be fine, Davie was respecting the rules of their break it was just an unfortunate situation. It was only the first day of a harsh two weeks, but it would be fine. And then stupidity struck. Far harder and heavier than Samel was prepared for. He went into the kitchen, eyes puffy and wet as he started mixing together pancake batter. He put on a pot of coffee. Two weeks, he'd made Davie agree to be apart. No contact. And here he was. Samel was caught over twisted and subtle guilt as he made blueberry pancakes. There was so much strain on their relationship at the moment and he figured there'd be no harm in a gesture. Conflicted, he hoped that Davie would be done by the time he finished cooking. But again, he was afforded no such mercy. He carried the pancakes and coffee out to Davie, whose back was turned, his hand in the water. Samel sat behind him, plate clanking against the bricks. Davie's ears pricked up, he turned, and a mask of pure angst and confusion left Samel even more uncertain.

It took a long moment, but Davie got up and dried his hand on his shirt, then he came and sat beside Samel. In silence they ate. Davie stared ahead, not daring to glance at the tiger beside him. Samel stared into his own lap. Then Davie opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He gulped down some coffee, grimacing and then finally he spoke.

"Made an appointment to see a doctor this afternoon."

Hearing him so hoarse only doubled down on the confusion Samel was suffering. Things didn't have to be this way. "Good."

"Do you want me to text you about it?"

"Yeah."

"I'm... sorry. I didn't notice the extra booking."

"Shh."

Davie nodded, and they fell quiet. With a heavy sigh, Samel put his hand on the back of Davie's. He felt he had to. He was the one enforcing things, he couldn't be afforded mercies but he could grant them.

"D'ya still want to fuck me?" Davie asked.

The question was so outlandishly misaligned with the moment Samel couldn't help but laugh. Then Davie looked at him, dewy eyed and full of humor.

"Pump sheds are pretty hot," he added.

Samel raked his teeth against his lip, struggling not to laugh again. "I prefer your usual forcefulness."

"Ah." Davie rubbed at his face. "See I know that, I just didn't want to go straight for it."

"Why?" He could feel the wheels of conversation greasing themselves, and he didn't want to stop it though he knew he should.

"Because you'd give into it. And we're not even meant to be talking right now. I shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be here."

"Then why even ask me that?"

"I wanted to acknowledge it, so long as we're breaking rules." Davie flipped his hand and pulled Samel closer. "We should stop, but we won't will we?" There was something so horribly pained about how he said it.

"We will." Samel kissed him, then wrapped his arms around Davie's chest and lay across his lap. Davie dropped a hand to Samel's back and that was all. Samel nuzzled Davie, purring as the boar rubbed his shoulders. He tried to find that same resolve he had yesterday, but the idea of saying anything similar right now was too much. "Maybe cutting you off for two weeks isn't doing either of us any favors."

"Samel, no." Davie sighed, his voice rough and pained. "Let's just have this moment, I'm proud of you for making a decision like that. It's difficult, but it's right."

"I meant that I'd like for us to keep each other updated about things. I want to hear how you're doing, like with the doctor thing. You can text me, you can call me, but let's keep it brief. I don't want to set limits, if you need to text me 20 times in a day about something you can, but just once or twice should be all."

"Thank you." Davie drummed fingers down Samel's back. "That's... a bigger relief than I thought."

"I'm not trying to torture you. Just make some distance." He felt odd about those words once he'd said them. Sure, they'd have distance, but how much? He'd intended to completely clear his head of Davie, but now he'd likely have daily reminders. And that went both ways. There'd be things he would feel tempted to share with the boar. How much distance could there really be? He contemplated taking it back, but then it really would be torture.

"Things okay with you and Hunter?"

"Think so."

"Good."

"He was a little upset you dragged him into more, but I know he's also glad he's been trusted with all the details. It's how we've always been." So much of Samel wanted to keep talking, say as much as he could while they still had the chance. He tucked his chin against Davie's thigh, sighing as he breathed in air slightly tainted by something musky. It was both exciting and a comfort, and he didn't want to move from it.

Davie rubbed at his ears. "Stupid cat."

"Dumb pig." Samel sighed again, heavier this time. He realized how easy it would be, he struggled to hold back the urge to place a hand over Davie's crotch, that's all it would take. Davie seemed to know that too because he adjusted his posture and pushed Samel up his legs a little bit to make that less inviting of an option. Still, Samel licked at the boar's knee. Mostly curious to see what would happen.

Davie cleared his throat, but didn't speak or move. So Samel did it again, pushing his muzzle a little under the edge of Davie's shorts. The boar's hand tightened on the back of his head and tried to nudge him away but the resistance was only encouraging. He shoved back against it to kiss Davie's knee. Davie chuckled, almost nervously. It quickly developed into a game neither player was sure they wanted to win. All the pushing and shoving. It didn't take long to elicit a physical reaction as Samel felt Davie's arousal start to swell against his chest.

Davie grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up. "I will throw you in the fucking pool." He was smiling, Samel laughed, taking a swipe at the boar's arm. His claws peeking out just to scratch. Davie thrust his arm out as if he were actually going to try throw Samel in.

"No stop!" Samel laughed, scrambling to try hold onto Davie. "Phone's in my pocket." There was the briefest twitch on Davie's face. A jerk of his other arm towards Samel's shorts, but he didn't follow through. Easier to remove the shorts than fish a phone out of a pocket from how they were positioned, Samel realized. Davie let him go.

"There are times I forget you really are just a kid." Davie rubbed at his face. "What were you hoping would happen?"

"I don't know." Samel stretched, then adjusted his shorts so his own arousal wasn't quite so obvious. "Wasn't really thinking, just having a bit of fun. It wasn't going to be anything."

"You're only saying that because you're not still trying to stuff your face in my boxers."

"Maybe all I wanted was to lick your thigh?"

"I will jump in the pool if you're telling the truth." Davie stared him down.

"Alright." Samel sighed. "I want to say I was testing you but yeah..." He rubbed at his nose, a little embarrassed. "I'm... not great at this whole break thing. I felt so strong about it in the moment, hell even this morning I was ready. Now I'm just confused."

Davie frowned at that. "I'm not exactly a good role model for restraint. The way I see it is like this. We can fuck off the whole idea of a break, keep screwing around and having fun with each other or we can keep it up, make whatever changes we need to so it's more comfortable than cold turkey else we'll probably end up doing the former anyways."

"I can tell which you'd prefer."

"Can you?" Davie cocked his head. "Because I feel like I'm going to be sick, that all it took was a little cuddle and you're all over me again. All I can imagine is how you sounded on the phone, so fucking bitter with me. When I got home yesterday, I sat on my couch for the rest of the day just thinking to myself. I wasn't even sad, I was just thinking, hurt but it's only because I hurt you. And I had so much appreciation for what you decided, then I checked my phone and saw the new booking to come here and I was dreading it so fucking much. I wanted to call it off, or text you or something but I said fuck it, and I figured I could just come here, do my job and leave like I should've done weeks ago. Keep it within the rules of the break. Do you know how relieved I was when I rocked up and you stayed inside? Fuck. I spent that entire time smiling to myself because you were actually seeing it through. But you weren't. You fucking come out here with food for me, you spoil me. And I'm trying to think nice of it, stick to the idea that it's just you being sweet. I was so fucking nervous when you grabbed my hand. So I said the stupidest thing I could think of. And you laughed and fuck me that felt so good for all of ten seconds. That entire time you were playing whatever the fuck you were playing at I had to wrestle down the urge to just let it happen, because I knew it was going to. I'm trying Samel. I'm really fucking trying not to fuck this up again. But I can hardly control myself, and I sure as fuck can't control you too." Davie rose to his feet, a sour look on his face. "I've got more to do. I'd prefer it if you went inside. Safer that way."

Samel took a deep breath, nodding slowly. Davie was clearly stressing but that only posed a difficulty Samel wasn't sure how to handle. It was so obvious to him that he was making it harder than it needed to be. He felt so stupid as he stood there, trying to think of a response that could soothe Davie's fears without excusing himself. Because he didn't want to leave now. He wanted to stay and make sure Davie was okay and as the executor of their break, he saw nothing wrong with doing just that.

"I'm going to sit here, same as last time. Step's mom would want me to, make sure you don't steal anything or something. But we don't- we shouldn't talk." He took another seat on the warm bricks.

Davie struggled to speak, then decided against it entirely as he went about his work once more. He tested the murky pool water for something, then made multiple trips back and forth between his pickup to bring whatever chemicals he deemed necessary. He didn't ask for Samel's help like the first time. While Davie had been staying in the manor, he'd done something to the pool almost every day to try help fix whatever was making filthy. It was a courtesy, but it also meant there was less for him to do today.

Samel wanted to groan. This headache could've just been avoided if he was able to be open about his relationship with Davie. If there didn't have to be shame. If he could just text Step's mom and let her know that actually the pool guy was staying and yes they were dating, maybe skip mentioning all the sex they'd been having in her house. Just so Davie didn't have to come today of all days. Those thoughts were so inviting to Samel, he couldn't stop fostering them as he watched Davie work up a sweat in the late morning sun. It hurt his head to ponder this stupid fantasy of being open and honest, even worse when he realized how similar it was to his daydreaming while watching Davie the first day they'd met.

Then Davie headed to the pump shed and opened it up. Samel's thoughts turned hot and heavy. He steeled himself against it, holding back a laugh as he realized just how important a pool pump shed of all things was to their relationship. How it had started initially. How it had helped it spring back after Davie left. And Samel winced as he crept up on his feet, silently padding over to where Davie fussed with something within it. He stilled his breath as he jumped and wrapped his arms around Davie's neck, too short to do what he wanted to do otherwise. He hung off of the boar as he ran his tongue up the side of Davie's face, pressing his tenting shorts into Davie's back. Fire burned in his loins as he growled and nipped Davie's ear. Davie's breathing deepened as he straightened his back, holding Samel's weight. He rubbed at his shorts, also erect, clearly unable to look past the memory of taking Samel's virginity in this exact spot. Davie shivered as he turned to kiss the tiger on the lips, surprised by the aggression. Samel unclasped his arms and dropped to the ground in a crouch to yank down Davie's shorts.

He stared at Davie's ass, grasping a fistful of the thick muscle and shoved his muzzle between the boar's cheeks. He ran his tongue over Davie's hairy hole. He hadn't expected Davie to shudder and moan.

"Fuck." The word slipped from Davie's lips.

"Get on your knees." Samel demanded, surprised again by how strongly he said it. Davie lowered himself on all fours, his thick tail swishing down Samel's neck as the tiger kept lapping at his puckered hole. He moaned as Samel arms circled his thighs and the tiger's coarse tongue forced itself deeper. It was the first time in months anyone had rimmed him, a joy Ky rarely indulged him. He trembled as the pleasure mounted in his chest, groaning wildly the more Samel kept licking him. His cock oozed pre as he started bucking his hips, reacting so strongly to every little movement Samel made within him.

Samel's arousal grew so painfully strong he had to slip it out of his shorts. Every sound Davie made was something new, something hotter. He hadn't ever thought to try this. He pressed a finger into Davie's asshole, it opened with so much ease compared to when Davie first fingered him. The boar grunted.

"Keep going." Davie panted, his chest shaking. "Keep fucking going." Samel dug his finger deeper. Davie leant forward, lowering himself on his arms as he made slight exhalations. Samel pressed a second finger in. "God." Davie gasped, forcing himself back against them and moaning. "Fuck me you stupid slut." Davie growled as the tiger yanked his fingers out. Samel rose up, a little nervous as he lined up his cock with Davie's hole. The boar was so much bigger than him, he wasn't sure he was ready to top such power but fuck, he needed to know what it was like. He smeared pre from his tip over Davie's asshole, moaning as it rubbed soft against him. Already it felt like nothing he expected. He pressed himself against the opening, gasping as his head spread it and entered. He whimpered as he rest his hands on Davie's back. It was so warm and tight enough to really feel it. He pushed in deeper, his cock twitched as Davie moaned and pushed back against him. He was heaving in breaths as he pressed his hips against Davie's cheeks. Pleasure erupted through him as he started pulling out, moaning again as he made small thrusts back in.

"Fuck." Davie gasped. "Harder Samel." He grunted as the tiger shoved himself in. Amazed by just how much he could move Samel started going faster. He could hardly keep himself steady as a rush of pleasure flooded him with every slight movement. Then Davie started humping back, and that only made it better. Samel grabbed the boar's cock, and started jacking it in a frenzy alongside every thrust and Davie started growling, so lost in intense pleasure. Samel had never seen him so taken. It felt so hot to use him, to fuck him like he'd fucked Samel so many times. The boar hadn't struggled to fit his cock, and he wanted to work harder to make sure Davie really felt all he could.

Davie's head fell into his own arms as he started clenching with every thrust in Samel made. The tiger groaned loud as Davie's cheeked tightened around him and made the withdrawal that much tighter. Davie knew what he was looking for as he kept shifting his hips. Samel stabbed his prostate and he nearly fell over. "Fuck." He gasped, a huge glob of pre ran from his cock. With every thrust he cried out loudly, groaning and growling as Samel's cock pistoned against his prostate. He was trembling, eyes clamped shut as he moaned one final time and shot cum so hard against the bricks it splat back against his shirt. Samel gasped as an orgasm rocked his body with intensity previously unmatched. He fell against Davie's back, panting as he thrust weakly, shooting strand after strand of his seed in Davie's guts. He slumped back, shaking as he watched his cum leak from Davie's ass.

"Fuck," Samel mumbled, almost breathless. Davie shifted onto his side, sweat glistening on his arms as Samel lay over him. Too lost in an afterglow to care what fluids he got on their clothes. They held each other for a long moment, only able to breathe as they recovered.

Davie sighed. "Fucking knew it." He rubbed Samel's ears. "Stupid slut, fuck."

"That was so good." Samel purred, nuzzling Davie's neck.

"Yeah, but fuck." The boar sat up, holding Samel tight against him. "Nice break, fuckwit." He kissed Samel hard on the lips.

"It's fine."

"Change that shit. New rule, you can booty call me whenever you want." Davie grunted. "God damn."

"Should've told me you wanted it earlier."

Davie threw his head back and laughed. "How the fuck am I supposed to know what I actually want?" He kissed Samel again. "Dumbass tiger slut." His eagerness was back, that forcefulness that Samel found so enticing. After the last few days, it was good to see his confidence returning. Samel wasn't at all sure what this made of their break, he just knew they'd both enjoyed it and that made it good.

He wriggled out of Davie's arms and stood, hiking his shorts back up. "I'm going to go clean up. You finish up here."

"Wait." Davie swept his arm out across the bricks as he stood, then smacked a handful of his cum against Samel's face. "Forgot you were my tiger slut." He grinned as he smeared it through the tiger's fur. "Look at you. Whore."

Samel smirked. "I missed this." He grabbed Davie's wrist and pulled his hand back to lick his index finger clean.

"God damn." Davie laughed as he pushed his finger deeper. "Two weeks is feeling like a long fucking time."

"Just one then?" Samel tried to speak around the boar's hand.

Davie snatched it back. "Nice try fucker." He stabbed the finger into Samel's chest. "I'm gunna wait that shit out. Look after myself in the meantime and then I'm going to fuck you so god damn hard before you do the same to me."

Samel smirked. "Probably the most romantic thing you've ever told me."

"Can't fucking believe I let myself get all mushy for you." Davie stared into his eyes. "It's no fucking wonder I've been out of my mind."

Samel's brow furrowed, entirely unsure how to read into that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't fucking know. Go wash the cum off of your face tiger slut, I want to say goodbye to my boyfriend."

Samel grinned. That made perfect sense to him. He strode off without another word and raced through the shower. He didn't bother dressing when he was finished, just put a towel around his waist and headed back out to the pool.

Davie had gathered all his equipment by the side gate and was waiting by the back door. He wrapped Samel into a big hug and planted a wet kiss on the tiger's forehead.

"Two weeks Samel."

"Two weeks."

"Nothing face to face, bar next week when I come back for the pool again." He rubbed Samel's ears.

"You can text or call whenever."

"Only if it's something important."

"Agreed."

"Same for you." He grabbed Samel by the shoulders and leant back. "But if things get difficult, speak to Hunter, not me unless you really have to."

"I feel good about this."

"Me too." Davie kissed him on the lips. "Like I said before, I have a lot of appreciation for your decision. I'll go sit in the doghouse now, and I'm going to go see a doctor. And this shit's going to get sorted out then I'm going to come back and treat you properly."

Samel nodded heartily. "I lov-"

Davie forced another kiss on him. "You say that shit too much." He snickered. "Just show me instead, it means so much more."

"Noted." Heat rose in Samel's cheeks. He rubbed his head against Davie's breast, pausing over where the boar's huge heart pounded away.

"Alright. I could stand here forever but I'm just gunna go. My appointment's in a few hours and I'm not rocking up with nasty, sweaty, cummy clothes."

Samel laughed. "Bye Davie." He squeezed in one last hug before Davie gathered his things and left again through the side gate.

"See ya." The gate shut, and that was it.

Samel drew in a long breath, content with what had changed. This felt so much less extreme, more fitting. It still troubled him to think on how much he trusted Davie after what happened with Ky, but there were so many issues wrapped up in that and Davie had finally started putting in the effort to deal with them. It felt right. Samel shouldn't be the one to bear the burden of Davie's emotional baggage and now he no longer was. Instead he could support Davie through it, something far healthier.

He laughed to himself, how silly it was that he thought complete restraint was the answer. His instinct had always treated him well. It was what allowed him and Davie to keep seeing each other at all. Things would be fine, he was sure of it. He dressed, still smiling to himself as he considered his options for the rest of the day.

He grabbed his phone and sent Hunter a text. His friend had been made aware that Davie was coming this morning and was likely waiting for some news.

Yo. Say I buy you lunch and we have a proper catch up, no stinky pig talk this time

Done. Did you break up with him?

No. Still on break

Is it a ~break~ break or just a break?

?

Are you going to get back together with him?

Yeah probably

He's going to hurt you again.

No more pig talk

Samel.............

Stop.

Fine.

Do you still want to get food?

Yeah.

I feel like you're judging me.

Watching the dialogue box jump as Hunter typed out a response set Samel's heart racing.

I've never had to watch you make a really bad decision before and IDK what to do about it. I know what it's like to love someone Samel but this isn't love. He's just some lonely ass adult happy to have a guy like you bouncing around his lap. I'm sorry, but that's all it is. I've spoken to him. He's just fooling himself as much as you are. He doesn't give a shit about you. I told you I want to support you, but I can't just pat you on the back while you go play in traffic. He's a liar, he's manipulative and he's not going to change. It's too late for that. Sorry you have to hear it from me. But you're my friend and I love you too, and he gives me nothing but bad/pathetic vibes. You can do so much better, I even know a guy, new friend of mine and I kinda wanted to hook you two up for a while now. So there's that. No more pig talk. Let's go eat.

Samel sighed, it hurt so bad to read those words. Hunter was so certain but he just didn't understand.

_Alright. I'll head over to yours and we'll go from there. And dude, maybe lay off the judgement when you don't know the full picture? It just makes me uncomfortable. He's going to see a doctor, probably start therapy or something I dunno. But he's trying, ok? And I want you to know that. Also, I'm not interested in some other guy.

... ok. No more pig talk today._