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Getting Max off my mind was impossible.

Like, actually impossible.

He drifted through my idle thoughts.

Memories of him clawed his way into my focus.

The bastard had even wrangled himself so tightly into my break up that the moment I felt a pang of sadness for my ex it would burst into a rush of arousal.

Then I'd be thinking about him.

Fucking him.

Forcing my dick down his throat.

Laying him down on his bed.

Slamming my fat cock in his ass.

Pounding him as he screamed for more.

Choking the kinky fucker while he begged.

And without fail, that made me feel better.

And gave me a raging boner, which I frequently wanted to wander next door and get him to handle.

But... I was also intimidated.

The prospect of change hung around his shoulders like a feather boa.

At the rate he was pushing me into new things I never wanted to try, he could have me in drag by sundown.

I'd let him. He'd disarmed me, left me outwitted at every exchange. If I resisted, he showed his claws. If I gave in, I enjoyed it.

The message was clear: His word was my pleasure.

He knew better.

Fuck. It's like he knew me better than I knew myself.

Knew every pressure point in my skull, every tiny vulnerability I kept sheltered he prodded.

And I hated that. I well and truly resented it.

But it drew me to him too.

From a pit of uncertainty, I grew distant.

I ghosted him for a week.

If we passed each other in the hall, I made no eye contact, said nothing.

I kept expecting him to make the move.

Wanted him to, I think.

I wanted him to show up naked in front of my door, that dumb smile on his face. I wanted it so bad I could imagine his shift in expression to something mockingly serious as he asked to borrow some milk.

And fuck, it made me hard to think about unzipping my fly.

Shoving his stupid face between my legs.

I was infatuated.

I'd always been emotional, but never like this for another man.

But shame had become distant.

Shame didn't feel good.

Pumping a load into Max did.

But I forced myself to take some time, until I couldn't handle it anymore. A week was long enough.

I was so fucking horny.

Something had to be done about it.

My dick ached in my pants. It strained against the fabric, so eager to be released.

I was breathing heavy, deadset focused on a single thing as I threw open my door and entered the hallway outside.

My bulging cock throbbed with every step towards Max's door.

I knocked, hand already dropped to my waist and pressed firm against all nine and a half inches of thick bull cock hidden beneath the cloth.

It was clear what I wanted, and at the slightest hint of permission I was ready to tackle the snow leopard off his feet and fuck him raw. I wanted to nut in him on every surface, didn't give a fuck if his door stayed open or not. Let the entire apartment building hear his moans as I slammed load after load into his firm ass.

Fuck.

I was so aroused it burned a hole in my head.

My fingers toyed with my fly. I wanted to unzip it so bad. Unleash my cock.

But I knew if I did, the only thing Max would do with his mouth is use it to ridicule me.

So I bottled it.

And fuck did that only make me hornier.

I shut my eyes and exhaled, I swear I could feel the warm sensation of me ploughing him. I was salivating, so eager.

So desperate.

My heart hammered in my chest.

My dick throbbed in anticipation.

His footfalls sounded out.

His door clicked open.

I twitched, almost about to lunge on him.

He stared at me, a blank expression on his face.

Something smug delighted his eyes as he watched me pant. He glanced at my hand resting by my hip. My longing so desperate.

And he threw back his head.

And he laughed.

I flinched, heat rising in my cheeks.

"Jason." he sounded amused. "Come in." He stepped back and gestured me in.

I stepped forward and froze.

A pair of golden eyes watched me from his dining table.

A petite black cat.

"This is Ralph." Mischief rose in Max's voice. "A good friend of mine."

I cringed internally.

He had a guest.

Why did he have a guest?

Why now?

I should excuse myself.

Max nudged me forward.

I groaned inwardly.

I took a step towards Ralph, coerced by the awkwardness of the situation.

"Nice to m..."

I jolted as cool air brushed my thighs.

Stunned, my jaw hung slack for a moment.

My cock sprung out to attention.

My flared tip shiny with pre.

My pants were around my ankles.

Embarrassment surged through my cheeks so quick it didn't even register Max was the one who'd pantsed me.

Flustered, I tried both to cover my throbbing erection and yank my pants up. But Max stamped his foot to hold them down.

I tussled, trying to shove him away but tripped over my feet.

I made an exasperated sound as I hit the ground on my back.

He ducked aside and rounded back on me, a foot planted firmly on my chest.

"This is Jason." Max grinned, addressing his guest. "That bull I told you about."

I grunted, dazed by the fall. I floundered a hand about, reaching for my waistband to cover myself but couldn't reach without sitting up.

Frustration gave me whiplash.

He shouldn't be standing over me.

I should be pinning him to the floor, slamming him for all he's worth.

Humiliation made my fists curl.

Didn't want to be that guy who brandished his cocks to strangers.

Fuck. Especially not to other guys.

"Wow." A soft, scratchy voice cut through the embarrassment. "Hung."

I lifted my head.

Ralph had left his seat and stood beside me, golden eyes fixed on my hard cock.

I winced. Awkwardness wrangled all the lust within me and silenced it.

He'd know.

He'd know I'd come here to fool around with Max.

He'd think something of me.

That this was what I did, messed around with other guys.

It wasn't quite like that.

I think.

This was different, it had to be.

Because I was straight, not that.

This was passion and lust and pleasure and all that other nonsense Max had spoken about.

Max knelt on top of me, his knees shifted to pin my arms.

I lay frozen.

Sharp embarrassment left me silent.

I scrunched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as I tried to shift my weight and throw Max off of me.

Under that shame was anger and if I wasn't careful I could genuinely hurt him, a thought which terrified me more than being exposed before another man.

I was about to give a rougher shove to really try dislodge him when something soft brushed over my shaft.

Ralph's cheek.

I grunted, body arching slightly from the relief of contact.

Without warning, the black cat's coarse tongue brushed up the underside of my cock.

I groaned.

Loud.

I needed that.

Fuck.

That's what I came here for.

Pleasure.

Not Max's fucking ridiculing.

I wrenched my head up, fixated on Ralph.

He would satisfy this lust.

I didn't even know him, but there was no exchange.

No toying with me.

No playing with my desires.

He just went for it.

Fuck.

I thrust my hips towards him as the shackles of embarrassment cracked under the roaring passion of my lust.

He reached his hand out towards the tip of my cock.

He had small paws and pink pads.

I think I could've finished at the sight of him reaching for me.

Fuck.

I pushed my hips up, mentally begging for him to grab me.

He brushed a pad over my tip and pulled it back to taste my pre.

He said nothing, but a slight smile crossed his face.

It drove me wild.

He was unreasonably cute.

Hauntingly, distressingly, tantalizingly cute.

Like a sudden change in breeze, he'd stolen my lust.

All my pent up arousal for Max rerouted in an instant.

I wanted it to be him. All the wild fantasies I'd had about Max, I wanted this stranger instead.

I wanted to watch him play with my cock.

Wanted him to taste my pre.

I wanted to stuff my thick dick down his throat.

I wanted to sit his tiny ass in my lap and feel him stretch around my girth.

Feel the pleasure of my hips slapping against his cheeks.

I growled under my breath.

I wanted to cum twice in both of his holes and still have him ask for more.

I'd give him more.

God damn it. I'd give him everything I had until we were ragged and exhausted.

I wanted to fall asleep with my cock plugging his hole.

I wanted to wake up to him riding me again.

Fuck. I gasped, eyes scrunched shut.

My heart pounded in my chest.

My cock was throbbing like I was about to cum.

He'd hardly even started.

Ralph.

Fuck that was a masculine name. Too masculine for such a feminine guy.

I didn't care.

I just needed his nose against my crotch.

Needed him to lick my sack.

Fuck. Needed him to rim me.

I oozed a drop of precum at the thought.

Being pleasured that way without the shame Max brought upon me.

I think, I'd even eat Ralph's ass if it meant I could fuck him raw.

"Don't be shy." I spoke with confidence and arched my hips. "Play with it."

I was fixated on Ralph.

No obvious emotion crossed the cat's face, but he nudged Max's hand off of me and gripped my shaft.

"Thick," he mumbled as he stroked me gently.

It was ecstasy to feel his tiny paw around me. He couldn't fully grasp it. I was too thick for him.

It was perfect.

Max stood and shut the door to his apartment with a crash that sent me hurtling back into a state of embarrassment.

He hadn't closed the door.

Fucking hell.

I hoped nobody else heard.

I hoped nobody else in the entire building suspected I was here, thumping around Max's flat and moaning with two other guys.

I know what I thought earlier but the reality of the moment was different to fiery fantasies.

I was a little fearful others could find out, in truth.

I glanced up to him with worry in my stare.

He snickered and stepped over me before straddling my chest.

He shoved his feet in my face. His pads pressed against my nose.

Any other time I might've huffed in his scent. Might've grown passionate with lust.

But he was blocking my view.

He wasn't Ralph.

I was shocked to find how quickly I'd shifted gears.

That up until the moment I set my eyes on Ralph this was what I wanted.

Now I wanted something different.

Something better, perhaps.

I swayed my head, trying to discourage him but he held firm and ground his toes against my nostrils. I snorted, frustration flared through my limbs as Ralph placed both hands around the base of my shaft.

I arched my back, grunting in pleasure. His little paws held me firm. My cock throbbed as I moaned, the sound stretched my entire vocal range as it petered off into a low growl.

Ralph licked my glans.

His tongue coarse yet small.

I oozed pre and groaned again.

More. Needed more.

Desire burned hot white within me.

Max pressed his knees into my chest. I coughed, thrown from the pleasure.

"Think he likes that." The snow leopard's voice was brimming with smug energy.

Ralph's tongue flicked across the underside of my shaft.

I grunted, hungry for more.

"Stop. Make him beg." Max's words dripped with pleasure.

Ralph paused.

Fuck.

He was so close to me, my dick tingled with the warm air he exhaled.

I hated that he stopped.

I thrust my hips, trying to make contact but he leant back.

I could've screamed.

Ralph giggled.

Fuck.

Max slid off of me and stood, a fiery grin on his face as he placed a foot back on my sternum.

My dick twitched.

I stared at Ralph between my legs, so hungry for his touch.

Max pressed his foot firmer down on me. "Go on. How bad do you want it?"

Heat rose in my cheeks.

"Bad," I mumbled and winced.

Saying it out loud was... different.

Different and unappealing.

"That all?"

Breath caught in my throat.

I furrowed my brow.

Didn't want to have to explain myself. Fucking damn it.

Embarrassment burned bright within me.

Ralph lightly drummed his fingers against my shaft, taunting me. Goading me. He knew what he was withholding.

And they both knew that only made me want it more.

"Keep going." I thrust my hips weakly. It wasn't the same. "Keep doing the..." I trailed off.

My cheeks burned.

I hated this.

Max's grin only widened. "Doing what?"

Breath streamed through my lips.

"Sucking me," I mumbled.

My cock ached for more.

"Who?"

"Ralph!" I raised my voice.

Ralph raised his brow.

"Don't shout." Max clicked his tongue.

"Fucking..." I winced and scrunched my eyes shut. I was close to whining. "Suck it. Please. Ralph. Please suck my cock." I was desperate. I needed this. Needed to see it. Needed to feel it.

Nothing happened.

"Think you're too big for him." Max filled his voice with mocking disappointment.

"Then lick it. Please. I'm gunna cum. Please lick it." I hated how I sounded. I knew what I was. A bull bigger than both of them, manlier. Fiercer. I should be the one taunting them. But I wasn't, and it was true. It wouldn't take much, if I could watch him. If I could stare at that little cat between my legs. Watch him tongue my thick cock and daydream wildly about rutting him.

Fuck.

Even the thought of it had me oozing pre.

And he noticed.

Relief gusted through me as Ralph dipped forward to lap up my pre.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

I exhaled heavily, pleasure rising within me once more.

"Aww." Max clicked his tongue. "Could've made him go further."

He was so fucking frustrating.

But Ralph knew better.

He didn't even respond, he kept licking.

Each stroke of his tongue spread warmth through me. Made me ease against the floor a bit more.

Made my breath deeper, my thoughts faster.

My heart pounded in my chest.

My cock throbbed in time against his lips.

Max was an afterthought.

He stepped off of me and watched for a moment.

Watched me contort and moan in pleasure with every point of contact.

Ralph was so particular.

So slow.

It was agonizing in the most pleasing of ways.

His bristles coaxed themselves up my shaft.

I shivered every time he brushed my glans.

He was reserved where Max was boisterous.

And that was much easier to enjoy.

I'd never been passive during sex.

It just wasn't me. Wasn't how I reacted to those emotions.

But with Ralph?

I could lay here for days and let him go his own pace.

It was ecstasy to think he enjoyed himself like this.

He leant forward to suckle on my tip, to lap at my pre directly.

I shuddered and groaned, so close to an orgasm.

I stared down at him, his dark fur a void in my sight as he crouched between my legs. So small, perhaps delicate. Perhaps not.

Perhaps I wanted to test that.

Wanted to grab him by the shoulders and slam him into the ground as I climbed over him.

Wanted him to gasp as he fumbled with his shorts, so desperate to pull them off for me.

I wanted to jab my cock in his ass and watch him pant.

Wanted him to hump back against me.

Fuck.

My eyes were scrunched shut as I indulged a thousand fantasies about him.

His little paw held the base of my cock firm as he kept licking at me.

But a second patch of warmth threw me from my thoughts.

Max lay beside him, the snow leopard's tongue joined in an asynchronous pattern. His broader strokes were more vigorous. They sparked more physical pleasure. I grunted.

Both cats dragged their tongues up my length. Coarse bristles combed pleasure through my chest.

Ralph didn't speed up to match, if anything he slowed.

A warm, electrifying touch that lingered

I stared at the ceiling, no longer able to keep my neck arched to watch as I moaned and convulsed on the floor.

Ralph placed a second paw on my shaft, enclosing it between his hands as he started working it up and down in time with his tongue.

I started thrusting my hips firm against him. Moaning out loud every time Max lashed his tongue.

It was too much. I clenched fists, every tiny motion burst like fireworks through my chest.

I gasped and twisted, entire body tense.

I exhaled heavy, the sound arched into a frantic groan that trailed off.

Every acute sensation burned through me.

I was tight, thoughts full to bursting with the lust I'd grown over the last week.

Ralph's tongue flicked over my tip.

I couldn't contain myself.

I lowed and threw my head back.

My hips bucked up as a spurt of cum shot from my cock two feet in the air.

I heaved a breath and moaned as the orgasm coursed through me. Pleasure boomed in my skull.

A spatter of cum rained on my shirt. A thick rope of it landed across Ralph's face.

He licked it up, eager.

All I could do was stare and pant and breathlessly moan.

My heart hammered away as my senses returned.

Lust faded in the aftermath of pleasure and left something sharp and unpleasant.

Shame gnawed at my skull.

Max was meant to be the only one.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I didn't want to mess around with other guys. That was true. It was, I knew it was.

I lay on the floor, a sweaty panting mess. Unsure what I wanted as I tried to convince myself it wasn't this.

Max chuckled. "Jerk off on him, it'll be funny."

Ralph's eyes went wide. He stood up and pulled down his tenting boxers.

I...

I wanted to resist.

I did.

But I saw Ralph's thighs.

His soft, charcoal fur sent desire raging back through me.

He had a pretty small cock, barely pushing five inches. A little pink thing poking out from his dark body.

He worked it silently, standing over me.

And I let him.

Wanted him to even.

His diminutive form was so feminine, so much more than Max's.

Were he a girl, I would've gladly let her squirt all over my face. Girl juice, or piss, or whatever the fuck it was be damned.

But he was a guy.

And he was going to cum on my face.

I let my jaw hang loose, under the guise of heaving breaths.

His fluffy nuts bounced as he worked his prick. It was mesmerizing.

Ralph's face wrinkled as he gasped.

Fuck.

He was adorable.

He snuck a hand under his shirt to play with one of his nipples. He grunted, his shoulders slumped as he moaned.

I lay there, transfixed by the show he put on.

And waiting. I knew I was waiting for his cum.

Something scratched in my head, a little wriggle that spoke disgust to my thoughts but damn, it was easy to ignore when Ralph was pumping his little cock at a frantic pace.

His face wrinkled, and he loosed a delicate gasp. And another, louder. On and on he gasped as he jerked himself over me until he gave a forceful moan and thrust his hips forward.

Cum shot from his tips and landed across my face.

It ran from my horns.

"Now tell him how straight you are, Jason." Max stood over Ralph's shoulder. A smug look on his face.

I blinked, embarrassment oozed from the warm, wet spots on my face.

I had no words.

But Ralph chuckled softly. "He's straight if he says he is." He squeezed a drop of cum into his paw and crouched to rub it into my shirt. "Don't be catty."

I could've shouted. Thank you Ralph.

Fucking thank you for being sane.

I held his words to my heart like a bandage.

I needed that.

"More for my amusement." Max furrowed his brow. "And he gets horny when he's mad."

Do I?

Ah.

Fuck. I do.

Ralph tutted. "Still." He met Max's gaze then wandered off to the kitchen to rinse his mouth and wash his paws.

Max sauntered towards his dining table and grabbed his phone.

He trained it on me with a fierce smile.

"Say I took a pic of you with cum hanging from your horns." He bared teeth. "And sent it to your ex? Would it be revenge or something you're ashamed of?"

I scowled at him and sat, a hand raised to shield my face from any photos. Rage burned up my throat, but I stopped myself from speaking it.

My brain tried to kick into gear but I had no idea what he even wanted from me.

He could be cold, perhaps even a bit cruel but this wasn't like him. It felt a bit forced, a bit too callous of a thing to taunt me over.

"Just don't." I sighed, trying to keep my anger and shame hidden. "It's whatever, I guess. Kinda gross. But please don't."

A frown crossed Max's face. "Yeah, guess so." He clicked his tongue like he was about to lash me with sharp words about something. But he kept quiet and picked his shirt off the floor with one of his feet and tossed it to me. "Clean up, whore." His eyes twinkled.

I scrunched my face.

He was trying to goad me into something. I knew he was.

So I could be 'whore', I guess.

If we were alone, I would've said something but with Ralph here, I really didn't want to make a scene. Fuck knows I'd already made a horrid first impression.

I should excuse myself and head back to my apartment but it looked like the black cat was getting ready to go.

Ralph dug a change of clothes out of a backpack and dressed.

"Bye." He slung his backpack over his shoulders.

"Good to see you again." Max sounded overly pleasant.

I gulped. "Nice to meet you, uh. Sorry if I disrupted anything or..."

He grinned. "Was fun." He eyed me up and slipped out.

I exhaled tension.

Don't think that was too bad afterall.

Silence hung over us for a moment, we listened as Ralph's footfalls descended the stairs and disappeared.

"Stay away from him." Max's voice was laced with iron.

I jolted. "Huh?"

"He's not your cum rag."

I froze, mouth agape.

"He's a treat you might find here from time to time and nothing more."

"Okay." I furrowed my brow. "Uh. Who is he?"

"My ex."

Gears turned in my head. Last week he'd told me he was heartbroken.

"Ah." I stood, tugged up my pants and frowned at the cum on my shirt. "Um..."

"I saw the way you looked at him." His voice was frigid.

"Sort of my type, is all." I shrugged. "Besides the whole, guy... thing."

"No." Max's voice darkened. "Not your type."

My frown deepened. "No shit. He's a dude."

He snorted. "Like that'll stop you."

I shot him a dangerous glare. "Oh fuck off." I wanted to arc up, vent my frustration to him. But he'd run with that, make a mockery of me. "Should I ask?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fire away."

"Why the fuck do you care?"

He brushed his fringe out of his eyes. "Why do you think?"

I folded my arms. "Didn't think I'd ever see you getting defensive."

"Hah. Just wanted to give you fair warning."

I shook my head. "I'm not gunna go chasing your fucking ex. Dude. Jeez."

"I think I trust you as far as I can throw you." He flicked his icy gaze to my face. "So behave. Stay in your own lane."

I widened my eyes.

"Says you. Fucking-A dude. There's no fucking way."

He smiled. "Here's the thing." He placed a paw on my shoulder. It took effort not to swat it away. "I know what I'm doing. You're just as clueless as when your ex cut you off."

I snorted, about to shoot back. But I saw the jaws of the trap as plain as day.

Anything I said would just be countered by him pointing out that I strode blindly into his apartment with my cock bulging in my pants.

So I bit my tongue and changed course.

"How strong are your feelings for him?" I asked.

He sighed, the fight ebbed out of him. "Unchanged, I think."

"Ok." I nodded slowly, trying to bargain for time to think of something more to say. "Does he feel similarly?"

Max winced. "Who can say? I can't read him as well as I used to. He's quiet, but he didn't used to be around me. I just don't know if that's how he is now, or if he's walling me out or what."

"Right." A drop of pity welled within me.

"It's a good sign we're even on speaking terms." Max sucked in a long breath then dropped into a chair.

"Mmm." Silence fell between us. "I guess this makes sense," I said after a weighty moment. "You said you were just as heartbroken as I was the other day. Was it um, recent?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Years ago."

"Alright." I frowned. "That sucks. But years? C'mon. What's up with you then?"

For someone who seemed as in control and certain as him, this wasn't quite what I expected.

He exhaled and dropped into a chair.

"I was worried you might stop thinking only about yourself eventually." He looked wounded. "Ever have a perfect relationship and lose it for reasons outside your control?"

"Nope." I winced. "But that sounds... awful."

"Aye. Gets way fucking worse when you get together again when the situation's passed, only things are different." He took in a deep breath only to sigh again, louder this time. "Now we both just make each other sad so we don't even touch it with a ten foot pole. But we both want. And we'll text, we'll go out again and we'll... look. It's a long story and I appreciate that you asked, but it's not really something I think we should talk about."

"Did he change?" I frowned. He stared at his lap for a long moment before replying.

"We both did." He bit his lip. "Things got like, dark, for him. I went off and found some new experiences. I grew, he regressed, only he's getting better. And I can't help myself, I keep trying to meddle, trying to get him to grow back in my direction again. But it's just not happening, and I... look. I love him, I really do. But it's just not happening and so long as I can't let go of those feelings, I think I'll be miserable about them."

I nodded softly. "I'm sorry." I grit my teeth. "I kinda know what some of that feels like too."

"Tell me." He cocked his head. "Do you know what it feels like to really fuck it all up? I softballed it. I wasn't meddling, I was straight up manipulative. I took a gamble out of desperation to have him again. I lost. And that's a good thing. Shouldn't have won. Shouldn't have even tried. And it's so obvious to the both of us, he's well aware of what I did." He folded his arms. "And still he'll flirt with me in text because he doesn't have anyone else. Then I'll get tempted and things will rise and fall and I'm the one getting burned on the way out, like I should be." He sighed. "And I really, really don't need you fucking it all up."

I winced. It didn't sound pleasant but I was starting to tune it out. I didn't really want his life story.

I waved my hand to cut him off. "Max, listen."

"To what? Things ain't exactly kosher with us either." He shrugged my hand away and stood up, I watched him and waited. "I'm not really meaning to but... eh. You're very bendy." He frowned. "And I dunno if that's a good thing or not."

I frowned back at him. "I wouldn't call anything you've done with me manipulative."

"There's a weird line between being encouraging or pushy and being something worse." He stared into my eyes. "And I'll be real honest. I don't know where it is, so it's on you to tell me if I cross it."

"Sure."

"It's more than that though. You just got broken up with, you're probably not in your right mind. And I like, knew you'd be easy. Especially with the drinking... and, look. I know I say all this shit to you like it's just a bunch of fun, and oh aren't you plucky and straight and what not. But it's... you're... you distract me from the bad. And that's great and all, until you've got shit you need to do. And maybe this is me trying to warn you, I dunno." He prodded my nose, I stared back blankly. "I get possessive. It's why I go after neighbors, they're usually around. I can get a distraction when I need one." He rubbed his paw up my snout. "But you don't owe me shit, alright?"

I dropped into a chair beside him and stared down at him. "Obviously." I snorted. "You've gotten me to do a lot of shit I wouldn't have done otherwise, but..." I dropped a hand to my crotch. "You've made it worth it."

He snickered. "Were you listening?"

"Yeah." I stretched and fondled myself through my pants. "I think... I don't really care? Like. Hey, that shit sucks. But it's your shit and I sure as fuck don't want to get involved so." I squeezed my cock. "This is what I'm here for. The sex, not your drama. Keep it that way."

"Hmph." His eyes brightened. "Good."

"And I'm really not scared of you." I flexed an arm. "Try manipulate me or whatever and I'll punch your lights out."

He bit his lip. "Not at all what I expected you to say. Thought you'd get up on your bullshit, act like you know better. Try give me some shithouse advice I've heard a dozen times before."

"Nah." I unzipped my fly. "Can I bend you over the counter?"

He scrunched up his face.

"I'm so not in the mood."

"Ah." I zipped my fly back up. "Lovesick?"

He nodded and sighed.

"Sure you don't need a distract--"

"Fuck off, Jason." He chuckled, a touch of mirth in him. "Kindly," he added. "Kindly fuck off. The irony isn't lost on me, but no."

I should leave it there. I should shrug my shoulders and walk away.

But I felt bad for him.

He'd helped me through stuff. In some way, I felt I owed him.

"I'll get you a case of beer? Something greasy to eat?" I tilted my head and raised my voice half an octave.

He gave me a flat look. Like he was waiting for me to confirm it wasn't serious. I offered a gentle smile. "Y'know..." he sighed. "I get the feeling I'm going to regret letting you in. But I also want to know if I can trust you."

I raised an eyebrow. "I have no intention of seducing your ex."

"But would you give in if he seduced you?" He smirked back.

Uh.

Uhhh.

Fuck.

Yeah.

I would, I think. In a heartbeat.

Faster even.

I shrugged.

"Doubt it."

He cocked his head, his own doubt crystal clear.

"Just hurry back with the food." His voice was laced with disappointment.

I sighed and left with Ralph's perfect paws on my mind.

I figured I'd hardly see him again. A little fantasizing couldn't hurt.

It wouldn't even be about him, per se.

A Ralph-ette I could go for.

Fuck.

I wanted a little pussy like her.