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This vignette was written for Serling as part of my Patreon themed request day for July 2018. This month's theme is "beating the heat", and the story contains M/M cuteness and slight lewdness between consenting adults. ^^

Like Ducks to Water

Dale and Marty looked at one another nervously as the bathtub filled up, the two ducks standing rather awkwardly in silence with nothing but their speedos on. Neither one of the two roommates could really believe that they were doing this, and yet at the same time they both knew that they couldn't bear not to do it. Even now, wearing nothing but their swimwear and their feathers, it was stiflingly hot within their apartment. Hell, it was hot everywhere, and with the heatwave well into its second full week the city had asked that its residents employ as many water saving opportunities as possible.

Thus, when Marty had been struck with the almost unbearable longing to take a nice, cooling soak in a cold bathtub, there was only one way he could think of to justify such an extreme usage of water.

To share it with his friend and roommate, so that they could both benefit from the cool water before it heated up around them.

Taking a step forward, his webbed feet slapping loudly against the bathroom's tile floor, Marty leaned over the tub and turned off the tap. It was only half full, but with two of them in there he knew that the water level was bound to rise a fair amount. He stood upright once more, but didn't step away from the tub. Instead he turned, and looked back towards Dale with a bashful smile turning up the corners of his flattened bill.

"It's g-gonna feel good to... to cool off, right?"

Dale nodded slowly, and took a nervous step forward towards the other mallard.

"Yeah. Well worth the weirdness of being able to say that I've taken a bath with my roommate."

Both men blushed, but they grinned too at the sheer ridiculousness of that thought. There was nothing wrong with it by any means, nothing taboo or inherently even weird about two consenting adults bathing in the same water. Hell, people shared showers at swimming pools and gyms all the time, and sometimes they weren't even wearing anything at all. Nevertheless, their smiles faded and their blushes grew brighter still beneath their lush feathered coats as they realised that there was no more time to be wasted, and that now all that remained was for them to actually do the deed and get into the tub together.

Marty was the first to step into the tub, gasping as his legs were submerged up to their calves in water that under normal circumstances would have been way too cold for a bath, but in this stifling summer heat felt like absolute perfection in how comparably freezing it was. He let loose a helpless, uncontrolled quack of excitement, grinning sheepishly at Dale before slowly, carefully beginning to lower himself down into the water more completely.

"O-ohh! Oh god, t-that's fucking cold..."

He gasped as his buttocks made contact with the water, then yet more intimate flesh as his speedo sank beneath the water's surface. His eyes bulged, his body shook and shivered as his feathers fluffed up, but as he turned his head towards Dale and saw the uncertainty spreading anew across the other duck's face, he was quick to reassure his friend.

"... I'm not hot any more. For the first time in two fucking weeks, I... I'm not hot! God, that feels good."

He reached down with his long, feather-tipped hands and cupped them together, dipping them beneath the water's surface before lifting them up again and splashing the cool water over his chest. A groan of delight and another eager, gleeful quack escaped him, and Marty grinned as he lifted one hand from the water, flicking a few droplets at Dale.

"C'mon, get in. Otherwise I'm gonna feel super guilty for wasting all this water on just myself."

Slowly Dale edged his way towards the water and his roommate within it. His cheeks burned hotter and hotter as he lifted one leg, swung it over the edge of the tub, and stepped into the water. He gasped. It was so cold, and sure enough just as Marty had said, it felt incredible. Watching as the other duck withdrew his legs from where they were stretched out either side of where his foot had come to rest, Marty stepped fully into the tub as Dale bunched up his knees in front of him. Carefully, trying not to come into contact with even the other duck's large webbed feet with his own, Marty began to lower himself down too. He gasped happily in relief from the heat as the cool water enveloped his lower body, and quacked in delight just as Dale had as the presence of their two bodies in the tub displaced the water to a much higher level than it had previously appeared. By the time he was fully seated the water was all the way up to the mid-point of their stomachs, and all of a sudden Marty didn't care how embarrassing this shared bath experience might have seemed, because it felt so damn good.

At least, for about five seconds.

"O-ow! Dammit!"

Instinctively, as one might have expected to do after getting into the bath, Marty began to lean backwards. A jolt of pain ran through his back, and he cursed loudly as he pulled himself away from the taps into which he had just driven himself. Frowning and rubbing his back, Marty tried to shuffle forward away from the protruding metal. No sooner had he begun to do so though, his extending legs found themselves driving into the warm, submerged flesh and feathers of Dale's own. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the inadvertent contact, and all of a sudden both ducks were reminded with renewed importance one of the things that they had both been most nervous about prior to actually doing this.

"This tub really isn't made for two fully grown guys, is it?"

Dale blushed and shook his head at Marty's question, but he tried to share a hopeful smile with his roommate nevertheless.

"Still, isn't it way more comfortable being a little cramped in here rather than slowly roasting to death in our own juices out there?"

He gestured towards the closed bathroom door and the rest of the scorchingly hot apartment beyond it. Marty nodded, but frowned as he saw Dale leaning back against his end of the tub.

"Yeah, but... let's be fair, you get the good end of the deal. You can lie back and take the weight off. If I try to lean back even a little bit, I'm gonna get impaled."

Dale frowned, not frustrated at his roommate for pointing that sincere problem out, but trying to figure out a way around it so that they could both enjoy this experience. After a short while his already flushed face deepened its rosy glow, and he chuckled nervously.

"Well, I mean, i-if you really want to lie down too, you can."

Marty raised an eyebrow, looking at the far end of the tub very much occupied by his roommate.

"What? Like we trade places every five or ten minutes or something?"

Dale's cheeks burned brighter still.

"I mean, w-we could do that. Or... or you could just, y'know... lie back against me. Or me against you, w-whichever way you'd be more comfortable."

As if to prove his point, though what he was suggesting was already more than clear to Marty, Dale parted his legs, leaned back and gestured down at his chest as though it were a soft, downy pillow. Marty's eyes widened, and the other duck's own face burned hot beneath his feathers.

"O-oh."

Seeing the shock upon Marty's face, Dale began to backtrack nervously.

"But that was just a dumb though, we can just trade places if it makes you uncomfortable!"

With a quack more of nerves than excitement, Marty shook his head.

"It's not that. N-not that I'm uncomfortable I mean. I just... I didn't think you'd suggest it."

Dale's eyes widened a little, and he smiled a nervous, hopeful smile either side of his beak.

"So, you wanna try it, then?"

The two friends' eyes met, and they looked away from each other as their faces burned hotter than anything that the summer sun had made them feel over the last few weeks. Nevertheless, Marty still answered his roommate's question.

"I'd definitely be more comfortable than sitting hunched up like this. A-and... we could both stretch our legs out and everything. So... if you're sure? Yeah. Y-yeah I... I think I wanna try."

A little shuffling, a little squirming later, and Marty found himself facing the taps rather than with his back to them. He blushed as he watched Dale's legs stretch out either side of him, large webbed feet magnified slightly by the distortion of the water covering them entirely, and ever so gently began to edge himself backwards within the encircling embrace of the other duck's legs. He moved back further and further until with a gasp he felt Dale's thighs graze against the rear of his speedo, and looked nervously back over his shoulder to check that his friend was still okay with what they were planning.

Dale's face was crimson as Marty turned to regard him, but he nodded and leaned back against the edge of the tub, spreading his arms out either side of the cold water and duck filled bath in as welcoming a manner as it felt appropriate to welcome your roommate to lie back against you. Both ducks let out a quack of embarrassment as Marty leaned back and came to rest against him, tense at first but soon letting his body relax and sink more naturally back into Dale's own body. Marty took a deep, ragged breath, then another, and he let slip a nervous giggle as he felt Dale do the same, the other duck's chest inflating as his lungs filled, pushing up against him before he let loose the breath in an audible gasp and Marty sank closer against him once more.

They looked down the length of the tub, Dale peering over Marty's shoulder, and both men giggled at the sight of their two pairs of feet resting at the far end of the tub in perfect alignment, two lefts and two rights resting side by side by side by side in the water.

Marty took another gulp of air, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against his roommate's right shoulder.

"T-this... this feels nice. I'm more comfortable than I have been in weeks."

He murmured softly, and squirmed slightly to move his body even closer, even more comfortably up against Dale resting behind and beneath him. The other duck didn't respond, but he could feel Dale's breathing slowing, and he swore he could even feel his friend's heart thumping against his back, the initial nervousness of their contact melting away as they both realised not just that it wasn't weird, but that it actually felt really, really nice to rest together in this cool, soothing tub of water.

At least, that was the case for a few minutes. A few sweet minutes of relaxing bliss, before Marty felt Dale's breathing begin to grow more rapid once again, his heart rate picking up at the same time. At first he wasn't sure why, for the other duck didn't say anything, but then... then he felt it. He felt the reason why, and heard a ragged gasp of horror and embarrassment escape his roommate's beak.

"O-oh god... I'm sorry, Marty..."

He felt something twitching, throbbing against his lower back. A something that he couldn't see to identify for certain, but which could only, realistically speaking have been one thing.

"I didn't mean to. D-didn't want to. It's not you, it's... it's just... b-being so close to someone else. I... I've never... you know that. And... with how nice it feels, oh god I'm sorry. Please, p-please don't hate me. Just let me get up a-and I'll... I'll go."

Dale continued to gasp in absolute shame, whispering nervously as Marty felt the duck's uncontrollable erection poking against him. He trembled with nerves of his own. He waited until Marty had fallen silent once more and was already squirming, already trying to fight his way up from where he was lying beneath Dale. Before he could succeed though, Dale took hold of one of Marty's wrists within his own hand, and pushed it down beneath the water's surface as he breathlessly gasped back at his roommate.

"Hey, man. It's okay. I get it. W-we're both virgins, remember. We're both new at this, a-and... I don't think either of us even thought it would make us feel this way. But, feeling this? Feeling you?"

He guided Dale's hand between his legs, and pressed it against the front of his speedo. The tented, quivering front of his speedo.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to. You don't have to move, o-or hide it. You don't have to explain or make excuses. You don't have to do anything."

With his head still resting against one of Dale's shoulders, Marty tilted it to one side and glanced over so that he could meet his roommate's embarrassed, now even more wide eyed and overwhelmed gaze.

"You said you wanted someone to share this bath with. S-so... I trusted you, I took a chance. Now, I want you to trust me. Trust me when I say that if it really was just an accident, an involuntary response to me being here so close to you in a way that we're not used to? That's cool, it doesn't have to be anything else, and it doesn't have to be a big deal, or any kind of deal at all."

He took his hand away from Dale's wrist, and shuddered happily as the feathered fingers resting against his own speedo-wrapped cock lingered there, unmoving aside from the slightest tremors from the other duck's nerves.

"But... intended or not, i-if you did want it to be something else? Just another way for two friends to relax together even more, o-or... or hell, maybe something even more than that? I wouldn't be upset."

Marty's cheeks burned scarlet beneath his feathers, and his beak opened in a helpless moan as the hand around his rapidly stiffening cock twitched, seeming to squeeze his shaft. It could have been an accident of course, an involuntary spasm caused by Dale's nerves. But, when there came a second squeeze, then a third alongside a low, longing quack from his roommate, Marty let himself believe that it wasn't just coincidence.

"Oh, Dale..."

He moaned, rubbing his webbed feet tenderly against the other duck's own while he rocked his hips as best he could within the cool, soothing water of the tub, grinding his rear end back against the throbbing shaft pinned against his body. Dale quacked louder, more shamelessly in delight, and they both moaned as his hand slipped beneath the fabric of Marty's speedo and wrapped around the bare, straining flesh of the his dear friend's cock. He nuzzled his beak against the side of his roommate's handsome, flushed and beaming face, and Marty called out to him more unabashedly amidst their rapidly building, freshly burgeoning passion as the cool water around them began to ripple and splash alongside their ever more eager, urgent motions.

"Dale. P-please... oh, please don't stop."

By Jeeves

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