Teetering on a Fence: New Love Chapter 3 - Great Unexpectations
Teetering On A Fence: New Love
Chapter 3 "Great Unexpectations"
When Matthieu opened the door, he gestured for both of them to enter. Ron stepped first, almost ignoring Mark and positioned himself towards the kitchen.
"Been Waiting outside for a while now. Kinda thirsty. You got the usual on the second shelf?"
"Yes, I got some last night for you just in case." Matthieu said, putting down his bag and turning on the big screen television along the far wall of what appeared to be a rather minimalist styled living room. Mark was taking in all the surroundings but could not help feeling fifth wheel in the whole affair.
He kept looking towards the slender but well built wolf, getting annoyed that this was a person who Shepherd had known for some time. It was no effort to determine they were friends in more ways than one. Again, that strange edge of silent jealousy was creeping in, and Mark was trying to shake it. Afterall, what happened at the construction site was just a little moment, right? He'd been with guys before and never got attached, at least not fully. Either way, this Ron guy was already setting off all his defense mechanisms.
Matthieu interrupted Mark's silent brooding when he gestured towards a closed door on the right at the end of a small hall in the living space. "Our task gentlemen waits in there. Figured we better chill before all the heavy lifting. Glad I have two strong backs. That bed and shelf is going to be a bitch." Relaxing, Matthieu took off his hard hat which had stayed on the whole time and plopped on the wrap around couch. For a construction worker who just recently moved to the states from Canada, it surprised Mark to see such nice furniture. Maybe it was because of his side job as an artist?
Ron came in with a soda in his hand, and made an awkward joke towards Mark. "Can't do the hard stuff, I get crazy. Hands off though," smiling, "these are for me." If it was an attempt to be friendly banter, the ice was broken the wrong way. The wolf sat right beside Matthieu and started chatting about another friend of theirs. The name sounded French too, but Mark didn't want to pay attention. He was already fighting the urge to leave. Unfortunately, he didn't know exactly in town where he was and had not enough to handle cab fair.
"So I tell him, look...it is an interesting notion but our past is our past."
"True, but there's still a little fire there. And I saw how the two of you were. Not that mind. He's coming by later to pick up his sketch pad. I can call and have him hold off until you leave if you want."
"No Matthieu. I'm not meaning to say I don't want him around, it is more of a comfort thing. Besides, " His eyes looked up from his tinted glasses at Mark, "We have your friend from work to deal with. Already too many peas in this pod."
Matthieu adjusted on the couch and whispered something to Ron's ear. The gesture and crispness of the whisper actually rolled across Mark who was still standing looking awkward. The idea of his strange new friend being with this obnoxious wolf was boiling his blood, but he kept his cool. "Mark, why don't you take a chair mon ami? Trust me, you will want to take it easy first before tackling that mess in there."
Mark sat down on the recliner attached on the adjacent end of the wrap around couch, trying not to look disappointed or uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if it was working. His eyes instead of focusing on Matthieu and Ron, moved instead to trying to catch what was on the news. It was some matter of a global business expansion for a computer manufacturer. Nothing important when the object of Mark's troubled and uncertain desires was but a few feet away enjoying his friend's conversation instead of making Mark feel like he did at the job earlier. The fox's fur was starting to raise on the back of his neck and his tail was unconsciously twitching.
"Are you sure you don't want anything to drink? I know we had food earlier but I feel awful that you are just sitting there. Anything you want to watch?" he tossed him the remote. Mark picked it up out of courtesy and started flipping through the guide on screen.
"I don't watch much TV honestly. Nothing on anymore except a few shows that I catch every now and then." His voice was betraying what he wanted to hide. He could swear that Ron smirked and said something under his breath. I swear I am gonna punch that skinny asshole if he so much as looks at me the wrong way again. What the hell is a cool guy like Matthieu doing hanging out with him? Big dick? Drugs? This guy isn't right, and damn I swear he's familiar to me.
"I love that new game show Truth or Hare. Leave it there! No, go back! You know the one where guys have to compete with muscled rabbits and see if they can survive the obstacle course. That one dark furred one Chester something or other is fine." Ron blurted out as the screen flicked for a moment past the station and then returning in place. He looked at Mark and said oddly, "If you haven't seen this, trust me, you'll love it. Some of those guys are too big, but damn..."
He knows I mess with guys? Did Matthieu tell him what happened? What the hell? Mark's thoughts raced as he got nervous. The thought actually crept in that maybe Matthieu wanted both of them that night. He had noted before though he was hating this wolf who knew more about his new friend than was comfortable for the fox, the guy was not unattractive.
They watched through about twenty minutes of the program. Apparently it was an hour long show and had just started. After two commercial breaks Ron suddenly stood up and announced, "I need to use the restroom, be right back."
Matthieu kept his eyes glued on the screen, but as Ron went down the hall to the door on the left, his voice was pitched towards Mark. "He's a bit of a spaz, I can tell you aren't feeling comfortable right now." He slid over on the couch and touched Mark's paw with his own. Electricity shot down the fox's spine but lost some of its edge of pleasurable tension because he felt like he couldn't enjoy it with a third person around.
"It's ok. I just, I don't know. I kinda hoped...damn...you know?" Mark's eyes were soft and showed hurt. He hated to admit it but he was developing something for the German Shepherd. And that made him feel so odd.
"I know. Don't worry. Ron's a good guy, and we aren't dating or anything. Thought maybe you could use some good company. Besides, I really do need more than one guy to help lift that stuff." He patted Mark's paw and scooted back over to where he was sitting before.
Ron returned and instead of sitting back on sofa, headed towards the closed door. He opened it and peaked in. Standing slightly on his sandaled tip toes, his gray and white calves flexed while his head was poking through into the hidden room. Mark caught it from his angle on the couch and actually was slightly distracted. He's actually not a bad looking guy. And I think he has some malamute in him, just like....
"Matthieu?" Ron asked, his head still in the room standing partially in the hallway. "This looks pretty large. Why don't we go ahead and take care of this. If Steffan comes by it would be better to get this already done." He pulled himself back through and walked. The eyes did catch Mark's moving away and back to the screen.
"Checking out my ass were you little fox? You know you want it." He said, smiling. It was in a joking tone, almost belligerent yet playful. "I'm just pulling your tail man." He suddenly self-countered and patted Mark on the shoulder as he walked by and sat back between him and Matthieu.
The Shepherd scratched his head between his ears and then looked at both of them as if preparing to take on some great endeavor and afraid. It was dramatic for the effect only. "Well boys. Let's go slay Goliath."
Both stood up simultaneously and followed him down the hallway. When he opened the door there was an almost empty room except a huge ornamented bed and massive book shelf. There were some boxes along the furthest wall. For a standard apartment, the master bedroom was huge.
"We are going to move it to this wall," he said pointing with his finger to the wall adjacent to the boxes. "The shelf is going here so we'll need to move those." Stepping forward he placed his hands on the headboard. "It doesn't have wheels, so we are going to need to lift and scoot easy along the floor. Gotta be extra careful. Ready?"
Both nodded simultaneously and positioned themselves. Mark took the left end while Ron positioned himself at the right. All together they heaved and lifted, edging the bed which was heavier than it looked to where Matthieu had suggested.
Taking heavy breaths for a moment, the three of them were heading towards the stack of boxes when a doorbell sounded. "And that would be a Steffan. Damn. Be right back!"
While he walked out the room, Ron stepped right up to Mark and without hesitation patted him on the head. The wolf was slightly taller but it was still awkward and unwarranted. "Nice job man. We couldn't have done it without you." The paw stayed in position a little too long and for a moment one of his forepaw pads rubbed its surface along the edge of Mark's pointed ear. Ron leaned in and whispered, "Matthieu told me what happened. Lucky dog." Then he suddenly stepped back leaving a confused and angered but taken off guard Mark and followed after the Shepherd.
Mark was having conflicting thoughts that were driving him more and more frustrated. He wanted to be naked and intimate with Matthieu, and yet some part of him actually was beginning to consider the option of a three way. More and more hints were being dropped that there was another agenda here.
A gentle but deep voice started laughing in the next room so Mark went to investigate. As he stepped out into the hallway he saw Ron hugging a well built tiger in a tank top and checkered shorts. Matthieu was taking something out of the tiger's hands and placing it on a table near the sofa. Mark assumed this was Steffan.
"Ah," the tiger said, eyeing the fox. "You two hounds couldn't handle it all by yourself huh?" He winked at Mark. "Well, I thought I would help just in case but looks like you had a hand already. This is?"
"Mark. He's a friend from work. I've been training him." Matthieu said, already picking up on Mark's even greater discomfort that yet another party had joined.
"Cool." Steffan said, reaching out his well defined forearm to shake Mark's paw. "I'm Steffan. Nice to meet you. Don't listen to anything this dog has to say, he's already sweet talked you into being a moving man. Next thing he'll have you painting the apartment." He winked again and jumped over the couch landing in place on the floor. Acrobatic and annoying. Great.
A couple of hours went by with small talk and references to people and events in Matthieu's life that Mark didn't need to hear from a third party. Apparently he had lived in the States long enough to acquire quite a diverse crew of friends both gay and straight. They all clubbed together, and that was a bit of an annoyance to Mark because he did not wish to be labeled in such a way or stereotyped. When asked though he finally got comfortable enough to admit he was bisexual and left it at that. Eventually leaving Steffan in the living room for a moment, the other three continued their task in the bedroom before returning to watch some comedy special. There was an otter doing impressions of famous actors
As it got darker outside, Ron started looking at his watch several times and then in the middle of conversation turned to Matthieu. "Well, it looks like our tiger friend here has had one too many. Steffan, are you going to crash?"
"Yeah. Good to see you again. Were you staying the night too?"
Ron paused, and looked at Matthieu, then unexpectedly at Mark. "No, I was going to stay initially but I think I want to get some more writing done. Besides, We got that crap moved so all is good." Mark recalled that the two had been a couple once, so there may have been more in that question than was said. He was starting to know how Steffan felt.
"Are you sure you won't stay?" Matthieu asked. There was a pause before Ron finally looked at Steffan and smiled. He leaned in close and said something but all Mark could pick up was, "...somebody will have to bunk with you."
Mark actually felt a little tingle. Maybe I can get some time with Matthieu afterall?He did invite me to stay the night and told my aunt I would be here so that I could have a ride first thing tomorrow for work.
As the evening was coming to a close and everyone was getting tired from too many sodas, too much liquor which Steffan had graciously provided for the evening's festivities, and too much pizza with Matthieu had paid for out of pocket, the four started to make sleeping arrangements. Ron went towards the bedroom and Mark's heart dropped, but again, he was afraid to say anything. Still not sure himself what he was really wanting that night. Matthieu followed but stopped real quick to pat Mark on the shoulder. "Ron's going to sleep in my room. He don't want to admit he's too buzzed to drive also. I hope...you don't mind...I'm sorry we didn't get more time together. I'll make up for it." Then he turned away and followed Ron, closing the bedroom door behind them. Mark was boiling. Damnit! Why the fuck am I even here? This is bullshit!
Steffan had stripped down to his boxers and was adjusting his end of the couch which was fold out. Mark was going to have to settle for the recliner, and that alone was making him want to hitch a ride home. He was barely pleased with the wolf, and the tiger was barely even paying attention to him. Expecting to have intimacy with Matthieu, he had to be satisfied with a snoring striped muscle head and a thin blanket. When no one was looking, he gestured with his paw and flipped his middle finger towards the bedroom door. Turning away from Steffan's view in the faint light of the dark room, he started crying. The alcohol buzz he himself had was making the feeling even worse.
"Hey" a low voice whispered in the dark. It was hard to tell who it was that woke him. Apparently Mark had cried himself to sleep. He was not sure how long he had been out. "I want to be with you." The voice said as a soft padded paw moved its way down his shift and started unbuckling his belt. Half-groggy, and caught between submission out of sexual frustration and unclear head from the drinking earlier, Mark wasn't sure if he wanted to pull away, fight the shadow, or start kissing them. Semi hard already from the sleeping, his cock started to unsheathe and swell as it slipped from its furry foreskin covering in his loosened jeans. The paw was slightly wetted and began massaging him as the knot swelled harder and harder. The figure slipped back for a moment, not releasing their tightening grip that was massaging Mark's dick, and another presence seemed to creep up behind the inclined head of the chair attachment. Coarse thick fur and a hard rippled set of chest muscles brushed against Mark's ears as the distinct sound of a kiss crackled the buzzing silence of the darkened living room only illuminated by the flashing clock and red standby light on the flat screen. Another pair of paws moved over Mark's shoulders from the second silhouette and grasped for his shirt, pulling it upwards towards his chin. The figure leaned over, now pressing their musky but pleasant chest firmly against Mark's face, forcing him in his natural aroused state and familiar closeness as had happened many nights when he needed a man instead of a girl and he began licking. As his thoughts were congealing to consciousness, he was resisting the fear and silently prayed at least one of these was Matthieu. Oh God, please let it be him.
The first body shifted to position themselves between Mark's spreading hind legs as pants were slipped with seductive skill and a tongued muzzle began lapping the pre-cum from the head of his cock. The wet long organ then moved to his knot massaging it at the base sending sparks and shivers up the fox's spine. He could feel the shape and length of the muzzle that was now vigorously pleasing him with its wet warmness. It was not long but blunted, and there were teeth slightly grazing the edges of his knot and cock. That's Steffan blowing me. Wow...I forgot how nice a tiger's blow job can be. Damn.
The other figure slid Mark's shirt completely off over his head, only waiting for a moment so that the fox could sit up for a second and let it be pealed off. A distinctly longer muzzle began licking his abs which flexed tightly when he sat up for a moment. Moving again, the second figure took the edge of their claws and teased Mark's nipples sending him deeper into ecstasy. He had very rarely been with multiple partners, and after all of the frustration and jealousy, some primal sexually frustrated, alone, terrified and self-doubting part of him just wanted to be devoured by the two figures stripping and sucking every inch of his body. The smell of the body spray told him who the second figure had been.
Then a familiar voice spoke up. The time for discrete whispers was over. "Well, are you happy now? I'm fucking dripping. Ok, let's get him to the bedroom boys." Matthieu said with a little upbeatedness to his voice and his accent. " I wanna rock this fox's world. He needs it."
Mark kissed Ron's stomach, realizing he had been the second party from his body spray and then confirmed from the voice and turned his head towards Matthieu's voice in the darkness. "Thank you. Damn. I ...this is nice. Wow. Oh my god this is awesome!"
Ron said suddenly as he pulled up and kissed Mark on the muzzle. "You have a nice body man. I wanted a piece of you the moment I saw you beside Matthieu. You have a very nice dick man. And I love the tint of your fur. Foxes are a big turn on for Steffan and me."
The tiger's mouth released the oozing red swollen dick and after licking its tip opened to speak. "Yes indeed. But I call dibs on the knot. Its fucking massive."
Matthieu coughed and came up between them, reaching back with a free hand to turn on the light from the switch on the wall with his other hand reaching down to stroke Mark's spit slicked abs. As he looked up, there was a naked tiger, German Shepherd, and half-Malamute Wolf hound embraced together, their fur and tight muscles gleaming from the sweat of the passionate moment. Each one was unsheathed and leaking from their tips. And he was surprised to see that all were quite endowed. Unable to fight it anymore, he sat up and starting licking each one from the recliner. One more he looked up at Matthieu and smiled. "Thank you. For once I actually feel good."