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The brisk knock at the door was music to Martin's ears. The mouse hopped up off his chair and hurried over to open it, to greet his savior, the greatest person that could possibly have existed in that point in time. For most people this wouldn't have been a weasel wearing only a tool belt and carrying a bag, but not all heroes wore capes.

"Dale, thank heavens! I'm so glad you showed up! I don't know what the heck I was going to do!"

Dale chuckled as he stepped in. "Well, don't think you're getting a free job just because it's after hours." Indeed, with the stars twinkling overhead, the night sky heralded the late hour. Most people would be in bed, or at the very least well off the clock...well, truthfully, Dale was as well, but that wasn't going to stop him from helping out a friend with his specialty. "Kitchen sink, right?"

"Yeah. I tried drying things off as best I could, but it's probably still tacky down there at best." Martin followed Dale into the kitchen area, where things were a bit chaotic. Cleaning supplies and other fairly typical kitchen stuff were strewn all over the floor, many of which appeared to be wet, the cardboard containers looking to be falling apart. The cabinet doors were open underneath the sink, showing wood that still looked plenty saturated, definitely more so than Martin's optimistic assessment. It was probably a lot more distressing to the mouse than to the weasel, who'd seen this more than a few times before...also, it wasn't his house, that had to help.

"Phew. Looks like you had a pretty serious mess down there. Guess I'd better get to looking at it."

"Thanks. I don't know how long it's been like that, I just noticed it tonight but it might have been going for...ugh, I don't even know how long." Martin stayed a little bit behind Dale as the weasel set the bag aside and got down on his knees to look under the sink. He did like to follow along, it was good to know a few things about home repair, even if he wasn't an expert in any of them, maybe he could at least recognize when there was trouble...the nice view of the weasel's tush didn't hurt, either.

"Hm...looks like you've got some corrosion down here. These metal pipes should probably be replaced." Dale took a look around, though he couldn't spot any obvious leaks...but he had enough experience to know a few possible culprits. "Let's get a pour going. You got any buckets or anything we can put underneath?"

"Uh, yeah, hang on..."

Martin had to scramble a bit, but eventually came up with a couple containers that could be used to catch water under the sink, while Dale filled a dish-washing tub with enough water to make sure it took time to drain. Once everything was in position, he poured it into the sink, filling both sides a fair ways. It wasn't hard to see the results underneath, Dale could actually hear them before he saw them - water was definitely hitting at least one of the buckets, in fact it sounded like it was hitting both of them. Squatting back down to take a look, he could see leakage from one hook-up up near the drain, and another from the garbage disposal connector. "Wow, two of 'em, huh?"

"Two leaks? Seriously? Agh, I can't believe I didn't notice!" Martin let out a groan, who knew how long the water had been doing it's damage...

"Relax, it's probably not too bad, probably just a couple of failing gaskets. Most likely been getting worse over time, but you probably didn't get too much leakage to start. I've seen worse than this, too. Guessing that it didn't really cause too many issues unless you did what I just did, were doing dishes or something and poured a lot of water down...when it's just coming from the faucet, unless you're plugged up somehow, it doesn't back up too much, so there's less chance for it to leak out. Honestly we should probably replace a lot of this stuff, it's looking pretty old, but that's more of a job than for just me on a late-night emergency visit. I can at least try to replace the gaskets and see if that helps."

"Any help is appreciated. Just so I can use it again without being paranoid."

Dale nodded. "All right, let me get to work then. We'll see if we can't get'cha all squared away." He pulled his bag towards him to start fishing out the necessary tools and supplies, while Martin headed to his bedroom to get his a payment for him. The mouse hoped the cost wouldn't be too much, as he fished through his cash box; it was looking kind of thin, he hadn't taken the time to fill it back up as he used his cards most of the time. He realized he should have asked first, but would Dale know before he did the work? Maybe something else was wrong that he wouldn't find until later...maybe he'd accept a down payment and a promise to send him more later? Or, maybe Dale was using one of those cash apps, and he wouldn't have to worry about physical currency, he could just send it...

Martin shook his head hard. He was overthinking things again. Just grab some cash and if you need more, you'll get more. And if you need more than you have, you'll work something out. You know Dale, he's a nice guy, he doesn't get nuts over things. Trying to use that to tamp down any anxious thoughts, he pulled out a small wad of cash and closed the box, took a deep breath, and then headed back to the kitchen.

Dale was already at work under the sink, laying on his back inside the cabinet as he worked on the pipe fittings. The golden fur down his frontside stood out from the dark wood floors that almost matched the brown of the rest of Dale's body - had the lights been dimmer, Martin might not have been able to see anything but that. It helped draw his eyes to another spot - the nice, modest sheath and sack that stood out between the weasel's legs. Martin felt a heat in his face as he eyed them...his thoughts turning to a way he could make an 'advance' payment on his owed bill. Keeping quiet, he set the money down on the counter and crept up towards Dale, leaning over his groin. The engrossed weasel didn't notice a thing until he felt a hand cup his balls and Martin's warm tongue drag along his sheath fur, the pipe rattling a bit as he nearly fumbled it. "Whoa! Might wanna give me a head's up next time, there, bud."

"Sor~ry," Martin said, not really sorry at all - and then the kept right on going, as Dale hadn't even hinted at wanting him to stop. His right hand started to rub on Dale's stomach as his left kept fondling the weasel's nuts, and his tongue kept up an energetic licking and slurping over that sheath, enjoying Dale's enticing flavor, almost somewhat reminding him of a woody or earthy tenor. As Martin glanced over at Dale, he saw that the handyman had gotten back to work, perhaps a little less perfectly focused than before but still ever the professional - this couldn't have been the first time he was blown on the job. Not that Martin would have expected that, if you made house visits in Aesop you almost certainly had gotten a good bit of action at work.

It didn't take too long before Martin had coaxed his prize out of that sheath, the weasel's dick pushing out and filling out to its full size, a tasty treat that the mouse wasted no time starting to lick and suckle and tease. His right hand moved from Dale's stomach to his own burgeoning erection, starting to stroke himself as he lapped at his prize. He could hear Dale moaning and murring, could feel that lanky body squirming a bit under his treatment...it always felt good when Martin could give a good performance, especially when he was planning to use this as barter for a discount.

Through his kneading and licking, Martin was able to get Dale's dick to produce its first leakage, and he instantly snatched up that dribble of precum on his tongue, reveling in the salty tang. It seemed like the weasel was properly ready for the main course, and Martin was as well; with a deft tongue curl around that staff, he raised it up to angle it into his muzzle and pushed down, enveloping a good bit of that staff in his mouth and starting to bob with long, slow strokes. His left had left the weasel's balls and started toying with Dale's pucker, briefly leaving lo wet up on the drool loft behind on that well-worshipped staff so that could more easily enter.

"Ooh, yeah...that's a damn fine mouth you got..." grunted Dale, his hips pushing slightly into Martin's treatment. How he managed to keep working was a feat in itself, but it wasn't his first rodeo, he'd probably gotten used to stuff like this. That encouraged Martin to keep up the pace and even speed up a bit, especially as he managed to press a finger into that tight tailstar, working Dale on two fronts and putting his concentration to the test. Martin was running his own concentration test, too, trying to attend to both parts of Dale while also flogging his own meat, which he was doing with a fair bit of vigor now, his arousal hitting a peak that it wouldn't come down from until he'd worked himself to completion. But he was intent on getting Dale there as well, and was taking him deeper, letting that dick broach his throat and push in deeper, so that he could push down more and more, not content until he felt his nose brushing against the oily fur around Dale's crotch. It wouldn't be long now, he could feel the pulsing of that dick inside his maw, all he needed to do was provide a little bit more...

It was his finger that did the trick, at least once he got the second in. He was able to get in deep enough to find that hot button inside Dale's ass, and it really just took that one unexpected prod to set Dale off. A slight cry escaped the weasel as his cock began to shoot, and Martin scrambled to pull off enough to get a fresh taste of that salty spunk before pushing back down again, taking long strokes to slurp over and milk that staff while still being able to get more of that cum on his tongue. In the midst of all this, Martin's own balls suddenly drew up as he erupted onto the kitchen floor, jets of fresh jizz painting the wood in front of him with a nice sticky white sheen. He had to stop actively working Dale briefly, allowing the weasel's climax to expire in his throat while he pumped himself to the finish. Only when he'd stopped cumming did he truly finish up, giving Dale's dick a thorough tongue bath as he pulled off the weasel, making sure he was nice and clean once Martin's muzzle left him.

With both of them spent, Martin pushed himself to his feet and grabbed some paper towels to wipe up his own mess. By the time he'd cleaned up decently, Dale was finished with his work and pushing himself out from under the sink, looking mildly taxed but satisfied. "A'right, now...looks like you should be good for now. Like I said, definitely want to take a look at updating under there, saw a few things that were kinda sketch, nothing that's likely to go on ya right now but I wouldn't call it reliable."

"Thanks for letting me know, I'll definitely look into that. And thanks for making it work for the time being." Martin gave the weasel a hand shake. "So, whaddaya I owe ya?"

Dale snickered. "What, you weren't gonna try to claim that that little bit of fun was my pay for the night?"

"Well...not your ONLY pay, for sure..."

"Hah! Lucky for you, I'm always up for a good dickscount. Sixty oughta cover it, this wasn't that tough a job." Definitely less than it would have been, and Martin was glad to have enough to cover it. He handed over the cash quite happily, and the weasel stuck it in his work bag. "Pleasure doin' business with ya. And happy I could help on short notice, I know that can be a rough thing."

"No kidding, you're a lifesaver. I'll definitely think of you first when I figure out what I should do for the full job."

"Glad to hear it. But that'll definitely be a daytime gig. And not a one-man job. And just so ya know: when ya go for the dickscount, the labor numbers are figured on a per-person basis." Dale winked at the flushing mouse. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

"Y-yeah, thanks." Martin walked Dale out, waving farewell to the weasel as he walked off into the moonlit roads. His crisis averted, he could now relax...though, perhaps the best part of his night had already passed. But at least he'd have something to think about - and perhaps some good times to look forward to as part of it.