Gaining Perspective
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James sat at the table, staring at the empty seat across from him. His chest hurt from the loneliness that ate away at him. A frown crossed his face as his eyes caught a glint off the ring on his finger. He sighed and pushed his chair back and grabbed his plate of food, bearly touched, and tossed it into the trash before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.
He paused in front of the mirror and studied himself. He was a gryphon, average height of about two meters, and in decent enough shape. He is upper half was covered in pitch black feathers, except his chest and abdomen, and the large wings that grew from his back. His chest an belly were a medium-range shade of gray, while each feather on his wings started out a pitch black at the quill and trasitioned to the same gray as his front by the tip of the feather. His hands were covered in yellow scales and ended in wicked looking talons. He had the raptoral beak of a bird of prey, and two eartufts, each of which was pierced with a silver hooped earring. His lower, leonine half was covered in black fur, his groin and inside thighs that same mid-gray color, as was the tuft on the end of his tail. Retractable, feline claws were on his digitgrade footpaws.
Sure, he could've stood to bulk up his arms and legs a bit more, maybe tone up his abs a bit, but he wasn't bad. He could score a guy if he wanted to. If he wasn't already mated.
It had been longer than he could remember since he'd had a normal relationship with Mark. It had always been something of a long distance relationship, with Mark out of town for work so often, but it had been alright. They made it work. They had the love and the emotion. They had time to be together physically when Mark was in town. They had a tough situation, but they had eachother, and that was enough.
Then things slowly changed. Cyber and phone sex became ways to kill boredom and an excuse to jerk off while they had to talk to the other. The whisperings of sweet nothings became an automatic default "I love you" that was said without much of any real meaning behind it. The physical time together...god, it was as passionate as ever, but the rest of the time together had changed, too. It lost the excitement. Having the other around became a nusance in the schedule; always having to be up early or to bed late in an attempt to spend time together.
James was sure he still loved Mark, but the idealism had faded and loving someone doesn't ease the loneliness of an empty table or a cold bed.
By the time he climbed out of the shower, it was nearing ten o'clock and bedtime. Unable to stand it, he picked up his discarded pants and dug out the cell phone, punching in some numbers. "Adam, it's James. You feel like coming by and tossing back a few?.....Cool, see you then."
He hung the phone up and re-dressed before heading downstairs and getting some beer out of the fridge and sitting down in front of the tv. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. "Come in!"
Adam walked into the room, tossing his leather jacket onto the couch and flopping down atop it, sitting up to grab the beer before resuming the lounged position. "I don't get you, man," the wolf grumbled, taking a sip of the beverage.
James sighed because he knew what was coming. "Just watch the fucking tv."
Adam looked over at the gryphon. "You sit here pining for him day in and out, always waiting for him. You have your own life, too, but you're giving all that up to sit in front of the tv and drink from the time you get home to the time you pass out. Then you get up for work and do it all again."
James sighed again and put his head in his hand, shaking it. "Please, just let it go and watch tv."
"This is the third night out of four so far this week you've called me over here to hang out so you didn't get lonely. Do you realize how messed up that is? If it's killing you this badly, he should know and he should do something about it!" Adam was getting pissed off. ALmost every night for the last half a year, he'd been over here, just talking to Jason and watching tv with him until the gryphon fell asleep. This morning, he'd been yelled at by his boss for getting into work late because when he is here, he isn't sleeping like he should be. But he couldn't just leave his friend to hang.
"He can't just quit his job! It..."
Adam cut James off. "It pays too well, and the benefits kick ass, and they even apply them to you despite you not being his wife. You've told me. But so what? You'd find a way to do it if you had to. He would." The wolf put the beer down on the table and grabbed his jacket. "You know what, I'm sick of enabling your self-destruction with this." And with that, the wolf left.
James sat there and drank until he passed out, tv still on.
The following day at work, with exception of the hangover that threatened to make his head explode and stomach empty itself without warning, the day proceeded easily along in a gray haze of unremarkability. Just as James was packing up, he recieved a phone call at his desk from a number he didn't recognize.
"Lowry Insurance, this is Jim, may I help you?"
"James!" came a voice from the other side of the phone. Mark. "How're you doing, dear?"
"Just getting ready to head out. How is....er...where you are?"
"Baltimore? Eh, it is what it is. At least they're putting me up at a decent hotel. One good thing I can say, these guys treat us lowly sales..." a phone rang in the background. "Hold on one sec...oh, that's the client. I gotta go. Love you." Click.
James was left holding the dead reciever in his hand. Numbly, he hung the phone up and grabbed his coat and headed out. He went two buildings down the road and bellied up to the bar. "Absolute up, make it a double, please."
"Jesus, James, what happened to you?" came a voice next to him. He turned to see Adam sitting there, finishing up what looked to be his dinner.
The bartender put the glass of vodka on the bar for James, who quickly knocked half of it back in one gulp, a second finishing off the stuff. James just shook his head to Adam. The wolf frowned and waved to the bartender, "Two Gray Goose martinis with a twist. Put his stuff on my bill, please." He turned back to the gryphon. "Talk to me. What happened?"
So, over the course of a few martinis, followed by a beer or two, James told Adam about what'd been going on between him and Mark. Adam had been able to figure out a lot of it, but the extent that it was eating his friend up he hadn't fully realized.
By the time the tab was settled and the two started out, they were both feeling the effets of the alcohol pretty strongly. Adam flagged a cab down and paid for them to get a ride to Jason's. It took the gryphon a few tries to fish the keys out of his pocket and a few more to finally get the key into the lock, but they made it inside.
Without warning, James turned around and pressed his beak to Adam's muzzle in a deep, passionate kiss. Adam gasped and pulled away. "No, James. I can't do that. You have a mate. You two just need to work things out." But James was drunk and lonely and very insistant. A second time, he pressed his beak to Adam's muzzle and again was pushed back.
James looked up at the wolf, his eyes pleading as he whispered. "Please...I can't stand it anymore. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of not being cared about. I'm tired of needing someone to hold me and only ever being able to get a phone call or someone to watch tv." Again, he tried to lean in and kiss Adam, but this time the wolf didn't shove him away.
Adam whimpered softly. "But Mark..."
"If Mark cared, he wouldn't keep that job knowing how much it hurts me." James slowly slipped Adam's jacket off and let it fall to the floor. He began to unbutton the shirt, his paws sliding inside, running his fingers through Adam's thick, silver fur and over the perfectly sculpted muscles.
Adam didn't move, torn between the ethics of the situation and the combined effects of the alcohol and male begging him. He watched in rapt attention as James slowly stripped, his eyes looking over the gryphon's body. He and James were eachother's first, and a part of him had never let the love of his childhood friend go. The alcohol began to get the better of his judgement as he grew more and more resentful of the way Mark had so casually discarded James, when the wolf had his heart ripped out when he stopped vieing for James' attention to let Mark give him the chance for happiness that Adam never could.
Stepping forward, Adam placed a paw on James' chest, slowly trailing it down to his side and his hip, softly rubbing as his other paw slipped behind the gryphon's head and pulled him into a kiss, muzzle locking with beak. Adam slowly slid his tongue forward, touching the tip of James' with a soft moan as the familiar sensations come rushing back to him. He can feel James' paws working to open his belt and pants before they fall to the floor, only to be kicked away.
James breaks the kiss first, pulling away and quickly pulling Adam's shirt off, leaving the wolf naked in all his glory. James burries his beak in the wolf's neck, nuzzling him gently, breathing his scent deeply. Adam did the same, holding James tightly with gentle nuzzles and caresses to all the right places that the gryphon likes.
James trembled against the warm lupine body before he slowly slid down to his knees and gently licked at the tip of the throbbing wolfcock standing proudly from its sheath. Adam moaned softly and shivered. Encouraged, James ran his tongue from the base of that thick meat to the very tip, closing his beak around the thick head and gently suckling.
Adam began to pant softly, surprised by the fierceness with which James was going at his maleness. His head leaned back and muzzled gaped as he felt the gryphon swallow his entire length into that warm, moist beak, that paw cupping his balls and giving them a tender, but firm squeeze that brought a soft growl of pleasure from his throat. "Oooh, god...you always were...so good at that..." He continued to growl as the gryphon slowly bobbed his head up and down the wolfhood, not even realizing his eyes had closed until they jerked open with a gasp as cold air hit his wet shaft. He looked down to see James laying back on the ground, looking up at Adam.
The gryphon smiled as he watched the realization at what he wanted dawn on Adam. Slowly, the wolf lay down next to him and licked at his face, gently grooming him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Adam asked. James nodded, smiling as the wolf smiled back at him and moved on top. Their chests pressed together and James spread his legs wide for Adam, who gently nuzzled his chest and throat. James shivered as he felt the thick head of Adam's member brush against his tailhole, making him squirm a bit in anticipation.
A sudden doubt nagged at him, and he opend his mouth to speak just as Adam thrust deeply into him, fully sheathing himself deeply within the gryphon's tailhole. James groaned loudly, any doubts washed from his mind as he felt himself stretched wide around that intruding shaft that filled him so perfectly. His insides stirred as Adam began to slowly draw back before thrusting back in, the two moaning in unison. They set a slow, steady pace, savoring every moment, sensation, and motion.
Adam had almost cum as soon as he felt that tight, hot tailhole gripping him. A shudder ran down his spine as he began to slowly thrust in and out of his friend, feeling those silky smooth walls caressing every bit of his wolfhood, sending waves of ecstacy coursing through him. He felt James wrap his wings around the two of them, their arms around eachother as they made love. Adam pressed his knot inside before it grew too large to, eliciting a gasp from James who chuckled a bit, "I forgot about that bit..." Adam smiled down at James and nuzzled him softly, his hips moving in short, quick thrusts as his member was trapped inside the gryphon.
The pleasure slowly grew and grew until he suddenly let out a loud yelp, his knock swelling and tieing him to the gryphon as he came, spraying his thick, hot seed into the tight tailhole. James groaned loudly as he felt that hot seed splashing inside him, his muscles clamping down on the wolf, trying to milk every last bit from the shaft he can.
James gasped in surprise as he felt Adam's paw wrap around his own throbbing shaft and begin to stroke it. It only took a couple of pumps before he let out a loud squawk, his thick cream spraying all over both of their fronts as he came, causing Adam to howl as the gryphon clamps down on the pulsing shaft within him.
At long last, the orgasms faded and the two collapse together, panting heavily and basking in the afterglow. Adam leaned down and gently nuzzled James. "We shouldn't've done this."
James frowned and looked up to Adam. "I'm leaving him. I...decided it when you turned me down back at the door. I'd been thinking about it and...all this time and you still care. You still show me you care. He..." he shakes his head. "He loves me, and I love him, but not like mates, not anymore. I've always loved you that way. It didn't fade with time. I called you over to watch tv because just having you close makes me feel better..."
Adam silenced him with a soft kiss. "Why don't you come stay with me until things settle back down? We'll talk about dating later. For now...just figure out what you want to do."
James smiled and nodded, "That sound perfect."