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Scott and I headed straight for the nearby mall. There was a noodle joint both of us craved and truly there was nothing better than a delicious rush of carbs after a round of passionate sex.

We took a seat at the back of the restaurant, away from the other customers where we were afforded some privacy. I felt so strongly at ease as I sat down opposite him, my eyes never left the bear's face.

"Thanks again," I said, exhaling tension from my shoulders.

He shrugged. "No worries. You make it easy." He wagged an eyebrow at me. "Can't believe that was the first time we've screwed around in what? Two? Almost three months?"

"Same." I sighed. "Think that's my fault, I kinda--"

"Pfft." He snorted. "Like I couldn't have made it happen just as easy." He squinted at me. "Order up, I'm paying. We eat, we catch up a little better. Then you tell me everything you have to share, alright?"

I nodded.

He caught the eye of a waiter and ordered a bowl of spicy pork noodles for himself. I went for braised beef with thick noodles. Our food came quick, huge steaming bowls of delicious that made it difficult to feel sorry for myself.

We chatted as we ate, though there wasn't a lot we'd missed from each other's lives in the last few months. Scott's work was just as lax as ever, he knew I was out of a job until logging season. We spoke a bit about Rob and things we'd been up to but it did feel like we were circling the drain of conversation as we drew closer and closer to the issue at hand.

It was hard for me to avoid talking about Cam, he was the major reason why I hadn't done much with myself in these last few months.

Why I didn't have the energy to reach out to Scott before last night.

But he'd been busy customizing a new motorbike and carried the conversation. Listening to him open up about all the finicky details and little struggles that went into his passion project only relaxed me further. This was something he cared about, and the simple joy he had about him while speaking on it was intoxicating.

For the span of twenty-odd minutes it was nice to be transported into someone else's world where the biggest gripe was dealing with wiring issues and part prices.

I'd missed that, quite sorely even. When I used to sleep around more I'd be inundated with whatever guys I was chatting up felt like talking about. And I'd dig and pry, act impressed or like I wanted to know more.

I'd stare into their eyes and grow more and more interested in taking them to bed.

Which I did now too.

But eventually we ran out of food and conversation.

"Alright." Scott put down his empty bowl and stared back into my eyes. "Hit me with it. Tell me what's up with Cam and don't hold back."

Breath streamed through my lips. "Where to even begin?"

"Do you love him still?"

"Yeah." I cleared my throat. "Yeah absolutely. Like, you know me. I sorta love everyone in their own way, but with Cam yeah. I do love him but it's... not. It's just not working."

Scott winced. "Yeap. I've felt that burn." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Rob and I... You don't even know half of it. But let us stand as proof that you can still make this work, alright?"

I nodded. "Been doing that already, actually."

"Good." He narrowed his gaze on me. "Go on."

"He's so selfish." I wanted to take that back as soon as I said it. "Like, not like... He's still kind. He'll make so many gestures but they never amount to anything more." I sighed. "Admittedly I haven't been so clear with what I need but I've indicated a lot and he knows what I'm like and-"

Scott raised an eyebrow at that. "You two aren't communicating well?"

I hesitated over a long breath, a touch of shame in my breast. "No."

He tilted his head. "From him that's not much of a surprise, I guess. But you've always been pretty direct, yeah?"

I nodded.

"It happens." He frowned. "Something making you hold back?"

"Him." I scrunched my eyes shut. I sounded like such a child, placing all the blame on his head. "Don't want to hurt him."

"Shouldn't have started dating him if you never wanted to hurt him." Scott chuckled. "No such thing as a clean romance."

"Guess you'd know." I rubbed at my forehead.

"Nah, I'm talking out my ass." He smirked. "I've had one boyfriend, who is now my husband. But I've lost count of how many times he was my boyfriend, then wasn't, then was again. But we're dumbasses, I think most people are especially when it comes to love. There's gotta be a few people out there smart enough to do it right. Kinda thought you'd be one of them, actually." He shrugged. "Keep it coming."

"It's weird." I wrung my hands. "The spark's all gone but most of the feeling's still there."

"Uhh?" He looked at me curiously. "That sounds pretty normal to me. Actually. Have you been in long relationships before?"

I shook my head.

"Right. You know the spark's a spark right? It's meant to be short-lived, then things get all normal and weird."

"Yeah, but this doesn't feel normal is what I mean. Just weird." I rubbed at my nose. "And I'd hate for this to be normal. I'm so unhappy, so unsatisfied." I winced over the next few words. "And I don't want to believe he's the reason why but-"

Scott raised a finger. "Is he?"

I nodded.

"Or is it your investment in this failing relationship?"

I grunted, staring into his eyes as I thought it through. Bit of a brutal question, really. But it was good to be asked that, to really contend with the deeper parts of my desires and experiences.

Had Cam done anything wrong?

Sort of.

But it wasn't direct, it was more like a mutual failing that grew weightier over time and neither of us really dealt with it.

Though I'd tried, at least more so than him.

"I don't know." I grimaced. "We'd both be unhappy if we split."

"Sure." He cocked his head. "But you'd go find yourself better satisfaction. Still sucking off every guy who'll let you?"

"Not really," I mumbled. "Not for a while now, it's not the same."

"Oh?"

"Mhm. No passion for it anymore, just something I stopped enjoying." I frowned at that. "Sorry. This is the most depressed I've ever been."

"Why are you apologizing?" He rubbed my leg under the table. "I'm here to listen, especially if it's ugly."

I exhaled hard. "I dunno. I hate not working things out. Hate that things I enjoy don't inspire me anymore, can't get good energy from anything really."

Scott nodded. "Well yeah, you're depressed."

I squinted at him. "Fair point, though, sorry. Earlier I did enjoy that."

"Of course you did." He tickled my knee with a fat finger. "You like being treated like a whore."

A weak smile filled my lips. It was C-grade sexy talk and still far more enticing than anything Cam had done for me in a while.

"Tell me about the sex, what's it like?"

I coughed. "Terrible. Like, maybe worse than when he first started opening up to it."

Scott nodded again.

"For a while he was really eager to keep getting better at everything, then there was about a month where he was actually such a good fuck." I sighed.

"And then?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "At some point he stopped caring about how good the sex was, he found a compromise between the lowest effort he had to spend for his own enjoyment. Don't think he realized it wasn't as good for me, so I stopped being as interested. But I still let him."

"Yeesh." Scott shook his head. "So what, he humps a weak load in you then says goodnight?"

I hung my head, failing to hold back a sour laugh. "You're dead on and I hate it."

"Well that's no way to treat such a good kitty." He slipped his hand under my leg and lifted my foot into his lap. He rubbed firmly at my pads, watching me with a smile. "Good kitties need lots of attention." He lowered his voice a little.

I glanced back up at him, my heart warmed at his touch. "We pay it back too."

"But what if you didn't?" He leant forward a little.

"Hmm?"

"What if you did something to please yourself instead of someone else for once?"

I furrowed my brow. "I'm not sure what you're getting at."

"I'm not going to pretend like I know everything about you but from everything I do know, you've been sucking off everyone you've ever met metaphorically speaking. And no amount of telling yourself you enjoy it is going to change the fact it's not being reciprocated." His grip tightened on my foot. "What'd Rob ever give you back for 'saving his life' as he puts it?"

My eyes widened, surprised. "Some good food, a hug. Nice sex. I dunno, that's more than I needed. Him and Cam are a lot closer."

"Aye. That's what I mean."

"What?"

"Why's he not saving your life?"

I shrugged. "He doesn't have to and my life's not-"

"Bad answer." He spoke over me. "Here's what I think. I owe you so damn much that I will shoulder everything I can for you as long as you need me to. I will listen to you bitch and moan. I will screw you until you're yowling. I'll smack whatever sense I need to into Cam to try make things better for you."

I leant back, brow creased. "You really don't-"

"Tristan. You're a dumb whore. If you don't want me to do this, look me in the eye and tell me that. Don't try talk me down on niceties because you gave me so much more than niceties. I have no desire to be pleasant, only to make you happy."

I stared at him for a long moment, a strange look on my face. "Alright," I said eventually. "I admit this isn't what I had in mind when I reached out."

"Funny." He snickered.

"Why's it funny?"

"Because my husband was meant to mentor you about a job for a week and instead you helped fix our relationship." He pinched my foot, still in his lap. "I was a total stranger to you when you reached out to me. I thought you had some fucking nerve when you mentioned Rob. But look how it ended up. I'm not going to make some song and dance about you saving my life, but my life's sure as hell a lot nicer because of you. So let me work on repaying that. You don't even have to thank me if you don't want to."

I frowned at him for a long moment. "Don't think I'm like that."

"Sure. But you could be, just this once." He smirked. "I wouldn't be upset. We've spoken about it, I'm offering you it as an agreement. I have no expectations, just doing what I feel is right."

I winced. "I can try?"

"Good boy." He rubbed my foot. "Assert what you want, when you want it. How you want it. I'll oblige."

For as long as I'd known both him and Rob, their generosity was boundless. And more than just being given a green light to be selfish, it did seem like Scott wanted me to partake in this.

I trusted his judgement more than I trusted my own.

I rubbed at my chin, scouring his face for any uncertainty.

There was none.

It had been so long since I'd had an opportunity to cut loose.

"Take me to a bar, get me shitfaced tonight." I stared him in the eyes. "Fuck me somewhere in the bar, around the bar. Outside the bar, I couldn't care less." I ground my foot against his crotch. Fire lit in his eyes as he smiled. "Then dump me off at home."

He nodded, showing teeth as his smile widened. "In public?" he asked. I nodded. His grip on my leg tightened. "You are such a fucking slut and I can't wait." I could feel his dick throbbing against the pads of my foot. "How's it feel?" His voice cut lower, almost a growl. He was breathing heavier. "Getting what you want?"

Relief welled in my chest, arousal surged through my thoughts.

His hand tightened on the back of my foot as he rubbed it against his cock.

He looked so flustered, felt so hard. I flexed my toes against him.

He grunted.

There were strong urges within me to keep going.

To find somewhere secluded enough where we could screw around some more.

I ground my foot into his crotch a little harder. He leant forward, hand braced against the table as he smiled.

"This is bad," he muttered under his breath, his smile growing wider. "You're not gunna stop are you?"

I chuckled, lifting my other leg up to his lap.

He grunted as I started teasing him with my toes.

Excitement grew within me.

This was far from the first time I'd done something a bit discrete out in the open like this. Anyone who happened to look our way from the right angle would see exactly what I was doing. Anyone who looked our way from another angle could still see Scott's face, hear the noises he was making.

And part of me wanted to keep pushing it, go as long as I enjoyed it.

Only I could. Couldn't I?

That was exactly what Scott had offered me.

There were butterflies in my stomach as I worked my feet against the growing bulge in his pants.

"Fucker." He laughed, forcing himself to lean back. His hands fell on either side of him as he tried to brace back against the booth we sat in. He kept glancing to the front of the restaurant, where other customers sat. Where waiters bustled about with food.

I had no intention of getting barred from this place, I came here often.

But I also had no intention of stopping.

I was rock hard, my cock ached against my pants.

It was so tempting to take it out.

My entire chest was tight with the excitement of what I was doing.

Scott shuddered, moaning a little louder as I pressed a foot down against his erection harder. He looked almost embarrassed he'd made the sound, tensing up a little more.

It took far, far, far too much willpower to stay in my seat.

I wanted to slink under the table, unzip his fly and reacquaint my nose with his pubes.

Doubtless he was even wetter than I was.

The thought of his sweet pre soaking his underwear was too much for me.

"Alright," I said, almost out of breath from how heavy I'd been breathing. "Let's go for a wander."

He exhaled hard, then cupped one of my feet as he stared at me. "Anywhere in particular?"

"Closest place with just a touch more privacy."

"Think I know a spot, well, a few."

I raised an eyebrow.

"There's a bathroom just... Ah, hell." He bit his lip. "If you really want to get arrested, there's that photo booth near--" He cut himself off as he saw my eyes widen. "Yeah, fuck." He chuckled. "Alright, suppose it's at least got a little curtain but there's so many more people."

"The crowd's just going to hide all your grunting better." I stood, too eager to be making what was probably a stupid decision. But I was wild with lust, even more so than this morning.

"You're crazy." He snorted. "But fuck, I'm into it." He stepped out of the booth. "Shall we?"

I nodded firmly.

He paid for our food, something about him a bit awkward and flustered as he interacted with the staff. His pants tented a little obviously if you really were looking for it.

We hardly spoke as he led us towards the photo booth, right in the middle of the mall's food court. The hubbub of conversation spiralled around us. My heart raced in my chest.

I'd done a fair bit in public before, but it was in places that kind of behavior wasn't too out of place, like the bathroom of a nightclub or the backroom of a bar.

But this was something else entirely.

A family ate lunch at a table near the photo booth.

Beside them, two old ladies were chatting away over coffee.

Not even in my craziest dreams would I even consider having sex in front of them, and yet a flimsy black curtain was all we'd have between us.

That excitement twisted in part to anxiety, but there was so much longing within me I couldn't take it.

This was happening, sensibilities be damned.

An upside of it being lunch hour was that most people were in a rush and making lots of noise. I'm not even sure anyone acknowledged us entering the booth.

It was smaller than expected. A dark cubicle with a hard wooden bench, not big enough to seat Scott and I side by side. But the curtain was full length, I fiddled with it to try get it to rest without any gaps. Scott sat and tugged me into his arms. I melted against the warm bulk of his body, moaning a whisper as he nibbled at my neck.

We could still hear the crowd outside, an ever-present source of noise that only reminded us how dicey this was.

"This is fucked up." He cut his voice low. "What do you think those ladies would say if they saw us?" He buried his snout in my mane and breathed my scent.

I laughed. "Let's hope they don't." I leant back against him and rubbed my ass across his lap.

"Don't even think there's enough room to fuck you in here." He slipped a hand under my shirt and brushed his fingers over my abs. "I'm so fucking hard though." He humped me, the firm bulge of his cock pressed against my ass cheek. "Damn." He slowly tugged my shirt off, delicately trying not to disturb the curtain to our left.

In front of me was the camera with a display below it that was painfully low resolution.

But it was only a quarter per picture, and it seemed like they'd print inside the booth instead of needing to be collected from the outside.

"I'm losing my mind," he whispered. "I gotta take it out." He moved his hands to his waist. I leant forward and turned to face him as he yanked down the front of his pants. His cock leapt free, a drop of pre leaked from his tip.

As if right on cue, someone just outside the booth laughed loudly. Scott jolted and half-pulled his pants up before exhaling.

"You know you're insane yeah?" He stared at me.

I answered by going down on him.

His sweet pre coated my tongue, there was so much of it from earlier. We moaned in unison, both of us trying to be a little quiet. But I could feel the arousal in him in the tensing of his muscles, the tightness of his chest, the way his body quivered against mine.

The shakiness of his knees on either side of my head as I nuzzled his crotch and lapped all the pre from him.

I started up at him, his face barely illuminated by the light of the screen. His eyes were shut. His hand cupped the back of my head, he pushed me firmer against him.

I made a throaty sound as I went further down on his cock.

"Fuck," he whispered. "I'm shaking, this is ridiculous." He shifted his hand forward to push me off. I leant back in the cramped space, barely enough room to even distance myself from his crotch. He sucked in a deep breath. "But there's one way this gets better."

"Hmm?" I placed my head on his knee.

He tapped his chest. "Climb up."

A smile widened on my face.

What he suggested required a small acrobatic feat. I stood and put a foot beside him, then twisted down and pushed my hands against the floor to lever my body over his. But as I turned my knee brushed the curtain.

I jolted, he yanked me back. I stared at the light filtering in around the edges of the cloth, heart racing.

I hadn't disturbed it enough to ruin our secrecy, but who knows what people might've seen in that brief moment if they were looking.

Scott laughed nervously. "I have regrets but I'm so horny my head hurts." He shoved my face against his cock. "So suck it slut." His voice raised the tiniest bit, on the edge of what felt like a safe volume. I grunted, opening my mouth wide. His fist gripped my mane as he forced me to take all seven inches of him in my muzzle.

He exhaled, his other arm wrapped around my torso. His thighs tensed around my skull. I lapped at him, purring as he tightened his hold on me further.

I had no option but to blow him and it was perfect. Stuck in such a tiny space, a hair away from getting caught at any moment.

There was no restraint left in me.

I started bobbing up and down on Scott's shaft, unafraid of the rhythmic sounds that produced.

He groaned and pressed his face forward, nuzzling the front of my pants. I reached up to tug them down, my cock struck his snout and left a patch of sticky pre.

He swallowed me to the hilt in an instant.

I shuddered, breathing harder as the pleasure of his mouth swept through me.

He held me upside down as we blew each other, my legs cramped in around his head.

Another bout of laughter sounded outside the booth, it barely registered in my thoughts.

Both of us were wild with lust, easily this was the riskiest thing I'd ever done.

Without a doubt in my mind, that was true for him too.

He grunted and groaned as I pressed my snout into his nuts trying to swallow him further. He answered in kind. His cock twitched, a spurt of pre filled my mouth. I slurped on him, rolling my tongue against his shaft. He shook and moaned, suckling me even harder.

His breathing shifted, his body tensed. His hold on me grew firmer by the moment. I could feel his heart pounding through the twitching of his cock.

I jerked my head back and forth in a frenzy, his voice cracked as he stifled a louder sound.

A thump sounded out as he leant back suddenly, his breathing tight and loud. He was struggling to hold himself in.

He grunted and thrust his hips forward. His cum shot over my tongue.

I winced back a cough as I caught it in my mouth, sucking him harder and swallowing his salty seed without hesitation. I panted against his thigh, but he took no break.

He lunged forward to swallow me again. I clutched his legs, swearing under my breath as the rush of pleasure nearly surged past my limits in an instant. I didn't want to hold back. Part of me knew this had to end sooner rather than later.

I humped his muzzle, trying to distract myself from groaning out loud like I wanted to.

It barely took me a moment to finish, my entire body tense and shook as pleasure rocked my body. I grit my teeth to silence a loud moan as he slurped down my load. I scrunched my face as my orgasm thundered through me.

Far more intense than this morning.

We sat there, stunned in the afterglow.

Blood rushed to my head, stuck upside down. I wasn't ready to work out how I was meant to re-orient myself the right way up in the booth yet.

"God damn it Tristan," he said eventually and chuckled. "This was so stupid."

"Yeah." I laughed with him. "And so worth it."

"Mhm." He reached into his pocket and fished out a quarter. "Feels like a waste not to."

"Agreed."

He slot it in machine.

I had to hit a button with my elbow to get it to take the picture.

I smiled into the camera, wondering how ridiculous this would look. Me upside down on him, our bodies pressed almost uncomfortably together by the limited space. Our dicks hanging free.

With a whirr and a flash, our photo was taken and a moment later it spat out a memory neither of us would ever forget. He stuffed it in his pocket.

I tugged my pants up, he did the same.

We laughed as he helped me slip out of the booth in a way that looked normal enough.

I stared, wide-eyed at the food court around me, my face still warm with the afterglow. Dozens of people sat, eating their lunch.

None the wiser to the two idiots who'd blown each other barely feet away from them.

Scott stepped out of the booth. He whistled, surveying the crowd as well.

"Not at all what I expected when I promised what I promised." He ruffled my mane. "But guess you're just that pent up."

"Guess so." I glanced to him, a smile on my face. I leant forward to peck him on the cheek, not afraid of any normal public display of affection. Definitely not something that'd draw much attention. He grinned at me, hand on my back as he nudged me towards an exit.

"We should get out of here. I gotta head back to work. Still on for tonight?"

I nodded firmly.

"I'll get off a little early." Scott flashed me another grin. "Try scoop you up before Cam gets home."

I smirked. "That'd be perfect."

"And Trist?"

"Yeah?"

"There isn't a single other person in this world I'd even consider doing something as stupid as that with besides you."

My heart beat a little harder in my chest. I tilted my head. "Even Rob?"

"Are you kidding? That dumbass wouldn't have even made it out of the restaurant without getting us caught." He clapped me on the back. "There's a degree of finesse with you, a lot of trust. I dunno. Feels easier to wanna do something like that with you, and I mean that. Same deal with what you want tonight."

"Huh." To have that over his own husband was surprising. "I appreciate that. Thanks. And tha--"

"Shut up." He snorted. "Don't need thanks, just need you to be happy."

I nodded. "It's working, just feel... I dunno. Weird about not thanking you."

"Just shut up and take it, slut." He gave me a pitiful look.

I laughed, that was the stupidest way I'd ever had those words said to me. But that only made it matter more. He was right about what I needed and kind enough to offer me this service.

He was a true friend.

"Same goes for you."

"Hmm?" He cocked his head.

"Wouldn't do anything as risky with anyone else. Wouldn't have the urge to. Wouldn't have that trust, especially not with Cam." Saying those words out loud gave me a pang of heartache. I was desperate for something different and it wasn't something my boyfriend could give me.

So then, what was I doing?

I sighed.

I had too much to think about.

Scott cut me a sidewards glance.

I was certain he knew exactly what I was thinking, only neither of us would say it out loud.