Too Late, Just in Time, Ch 3
Too Late, Just in Time Chapter 3 copyright 2009 comidacomida
Nick had showered with Chris before, but never as intimately. Not even in the shower, but already in the otter's embrace, Nick was slowly pulled back into a standing position as Chris' shirt pressed against his back and the otter's blunt muzzle brushed across his shoulder, kissing. His best friend's muzzle fur was light and smooth, which was a stark contrast to the long, coarse whiskers that emerged from either side of it and played through the fur on the wolf's back like a careless afterthought.
Although Chris was shorter than Nick, the wolf's legs were bent, easily making up for the inches in height difference. The elation of intimate contact with the otter made him weak in the knees, but Chris seemed perfectly content to help him stay on his feet. Despite how much he enjoyed being held from behind, Nick couldn't help himself... he wanted to gaze at his friend... to see the same passionate, loving eyes that gazed up at him last night while Nick administered to needs the wolf never thought he'd have fulfilled.
Chris loosened his grip, allowing Nick to turn around. No sooner had the wolf done so that the otter quickly stepped away, breaking their connection. The wolf felt his ears start to droop slightly, confused at the sudden distance Chris put between them, but his confusion would not remain for long. The otter's muzzle split into a wide grin, whiskers rising up as he spun in place. Chris started bobbing in place, alternating between weight on his left foot then his right, toe claws tapping out a faint beat on the linoleum floor.
The otter's paws went to the buttons of his shirt and Nick stood there, bemused, as Chris started to slowly undo one after the other, pausing after undoing the last button. His paws gripped the ends of the opened shirt "Da ta ta ta." he voiced, alternating pulling down the left side then the right side, then the left side then the right.
"Goober." Nick laughed, and the Otter's tail twitched in amusement at the comment, but he didn't stop dancing.
Without saying a word, Chris continued the spontaneous strip tease, but he kept up the dance in reverse, actually re buttoning his shirt, tail swaying back and forth in time with his bobbing, a capella dance, timed with more "Da ta ta ta"s and "Do do do wa"s. Nick was unable to fight the smile that plastered itself across his muzzle as he watched his roommate; he was embarrassed for the both of them.
Once the otter had his shirt back on, he began taking baby-steps in time with his own measured beat, slowly turning a circle as his left arm slid slowly beneath his shirt. By the time he was facing Nick again, Chris's arm had vacated the arm hole, leaving him with one arm inside the shirt, and the other one outside. The otter circled again, slightly faster for his next turn, right arm reaching up into the air before falling across in front of his muzzle to rest on his opposite shoulder.
As Nick's roommate turned to face him again, the wolf lost track of the action Chris took, as the otter's webbed digits from his right paw gripped the bottom of the shirt at his left hip. In a single, smooth, arcing motion, Chris had the shirt inside out, and flying across the bathroom to land, crumpled, on the counter next to the sink. Nick had no idea of exactly now the otter did it, but, with that display of lewd grace, Chris' dance came to an end.
"You are insane." Nick said through his own laughter until it was cut short when his muzzle was met by the otter's. He could still taste the syrup on Chris's tongue, and his body was electrified as the otter's paws dragged through the fur of his back. A soft churl escaped Chris, and Nick's tongue licked against the stud in the otter's tongue, reminding him of how effective the warm metal was when it was brushed across his--
Nick's eyes rolled back in his head as the otter's hips pressed forward, his roommate's firm member easily felt through his shorts. The wolf's paws slowly slid down the otter's back to the cloth rope that held them taut around Chris' ample waist, tied in a simple knot above the otter's thick tail. They broke their kiss for a moment, leaving Nick breathless.
"What do you got going on back there, hmm?" the otter gazed up at him, grinning wide as his whiskers arched.
"I spent two years in cubs couts, but I still can't ever mange to figure out your knots." the wolf noted with a sheepish grin.
"Last night I think I did a fine job of figuring out YOUR kno--" the otter's grinning pun was cut short as Nick silenced him with another kiss. By the time their muzzles parted, the wolf finally loosened the otter's swim trunks, and he pulled Chris close as his paws drifted down inside the clothing and pushed them down his roommate's thighs. Stepping forward, Chris let them fall to the ground.
Nick gaped as he felt bare groin fur press against his, and Chris grinned devilishly looking up at him, "I didn't know what you had planned today, but I left the speedo in the hamper... just in case."
"Always be prepared?" Nick swallowed the hesitation quickly as he felt the otter's firm, slick, furless flesh press up against his own as Chris snickered at the re visitation to the earlier cub scout comment, and the otter pulled him into another deep embrace.
"Shut up about the scouts already."
"Okay." Nick smiled, lowering his head to rest it on Chris' shoulder as the two embraced within the bathroom, the warmth of one another and the heat lamp glowing down on them from the ceiling almost enough to make Nick pant. As steam began to flow out from the shower, Nick realized that it was only going to get hotter.
"Better than the locker room, huh?" the otter inquired as they slowly drew apart. Nick took a step back, but Chris followed forward, resting his paws on the wolf's shoulders as Nick's rump bumped into the counter.
"What are you--?" Nick began, but didn't have the chance to finish as a webbed paw slowly slid down his chest to his groin. Nick took a quick breath, inhaling it as his gut muscles tensed, the sensation bordering on ticklish as Chris' blunt claws trailed through his groin fur. The breath came out in a single blast as the otter stepped forward after taking hold of Nick's firm flesh.
Chris added his own member to the grasp of the webbed paw, the head of the otter's slick shaft rubbing up against the sensitive underside of the wolf's, "Ohhhh..." Nick noted in answer to his own question, the sound as much a confirmation as one of pleasure. The otter grinned at that, and leaned forward, muzzle seeking out Nick's, and the two kissed anew as Chris began to gently stroke their joined erections.
Nick felt his roommate's paw slicken as they each began to leak with excitement. His arms embraced Chris, paws traversing the otter's padded back. One of his claws inadvertently drew a little to close to the faint pudge of Chris' hips. The otter wasn't quite pudgy enough for full blown love-handles, but he wasn't exactly skinny. The touch was enough to make the otter jump, letting out a "Gyah!"
"Sorry..." Nick grinned sheepishly.
"oh... so it's gonna be like that, is it?" Chris asked with a devilish smile.
"I didn't mean to." Nick admitted
"Suuuuure you didn't." the otter countered, poking one of his blunt claws into the wolf's ribs lightly. Nick embarrassed himself with a pup-like squeal, and quickly swatted Chris' paws away.
"Sometimes even I don't know what I'm going to do next. Wolves tend to be unpredictable things when stuck between a rock and a hard place." Nick offered defensively.
"Yea... well I might just 'rock' your 'hard place', Nicky." Chris smirked, poking at him again. Nick feigned left, then quickly hopped to the right, leaping into the shower past the half-drawn curtain.
"Oh, come back here, you run away wolf." he heard Chris say from beyond the curtain.
Nick quickly grabbed at the edges, "Ocupado." he spoke up in a falsetto voice, using one of the few words he'd seen at a bilingual port-a-potty at a fair earlier in the year.
"Not as 'ocupado' as you'll be when I get in there with you." Nick could practically hear the grin in Chris' voice. The wolf felt the edge of the shower curtain slide open, and he quickly moved both his paws to hold it closed. He realized, too late, that it was the otter's tail, and didn't have enough time to reach for the other side of the curtain where Chris nimbly slid into the shower.
"Uh... hi." Nick grinned playfully.
"Hi." Chris answered back, whiskers elevated in a wide smirk, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his muzzle.
"God... I love you..." the wolf spoke, half laughing over the statement as he felt an even more powerful renewed warmth flow through him... and it was more than the stream of water from the shower head.
"I love you too... especially when you call me God." Chris grinned.
"Blasphemy." Nick deadpanned.
"Hey... you're the one who said it two dozen times last night while I was sucking your--"
"I get it... I get it." the wolf interrupted.
Chris reached over to pick up a wash cloth off of the shelf inside the shower, "This is where you're supposed to say that kind of humor is in bad taste, and I'm supposed to say, 'Well I think you taste just'-"
"You just don't stop, do you?" Nick asked, laughing despite himself.
"You make that sound like a bad thing, Nicky." the otter winked.
The two shared a good chuckle as they each began to get down to the business of showering. Nick didn't feel so bad about his glances at Chris, even gazing long enough to be caught on purpose. He didn't feel bad about it: Chris was doing the same thing. The wolf chuckled to himself about how funny it was, getting clean and being dirty at the same time.
"So, Nicky..." Chris spoke up.
"Hmmm?" Nick asked, glancing over his shoulder to regard the otter.
"You normally wear your glasses in the shower?" Chris was grinning, "or did you get herded into it before you got a chance to take em off."
"Screw you." Nick noted, "Don't EVEN say it." he added quickly as the otter's muzzle opened as it was split by a wide grin.
"Here... " Chris noted, quickly closing his muzzle, though the grin remained. He reached forward to take Nick's glasses, but their paws collided, and the wolf's glasses fell to the floor of the shower.
"That's not really helping." Nick noted, unable to say it without a smile. He knelt down to collect them, and paused. Raising his gaze just slightly, he saw the lighter fur of the otter's inner thigh. The wolf, back to the shower nozzle, water cascading down his shoulders, inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes, letting the wave of Nick's musk wash through his nostrils and fill his lungs. It was an intoxicating scent, even muted as it was by the steam of the shower.
"Hurt your back, old man?" Chris chided him, gazing down as the wolf remained where he was. Nick swallowed not only the knot in his throat, but also his inhibitions and, before the otter had a chance to make another comment or his mind had a chance to change, the wolf placed a paw on his roommate's thigh, and, muzzle open, moved forward until he felt the otter's furless flesh slide against his tongue. Closing his muzzle around Chris' shaft, Nick felt the otter's thigh muscles tighten immediately, and his roommate released a strange, strangled, chittering wheeze.
"Tooth!" rasped Chris.
Nick recoiled immediately, the faint taste of blood in his muzzle, "Oh god! Chris! I--"
The otter was laughing. Nick quickly flopped onto the floor of the shower, gazing up at his roommate, who had one paw on the wall of the shower, the other on his waist.
"I... bit you?" his ears fell sideways, still unable to understand the otter's reaction to the situation. Nick looked up at him, unable to make sense of it.
"You grazed me..." Chris answered, resting a paw on the wolf's head, "Maybe I shouldn't have had you take off your glasses."
"I didn't mean to." Nick said, his voice mixed with a faint whine. He felt too ashamed to bother feeling embarrassed at the sound.
"Not even bleeding anymore." the otter waved the comment away, "You can make it up to me if you really want." The comment was none too subtle-- perfectly suited for Chris.
Nick slowly rose up to his knees, gazing out of the top of his eyes at the otter. "Slowly..." Chris spoke, resting one paw atop the wolf's head, the other carefully holding his member in place as he guided Nick's muzzle forward, "I'd like to keep every last inch, thanks."
Blushing throughout his ears, Nick's embarrassment slowly began to burn away under the fuel of his own excitement. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as Chris made it so much easier for him. His roommate's shaft slid against his tongue again, the approach much smoother as he finally felt his nose brush against the otter's hips, groin fur tickling his nostrils.
"There... that's a lot better." Chris churled, letting out a soft breath as he leaned back against the shower wall, letting his hips press forward against Nick's muzzle. The tip of the otter's shaft slid several millimeters forward, and it was too much for the wolf. Nick pulled back quickly, stifling a gag reflex.
As he blinked away the gag-induced tears in his eyes, Nick saw the otter try valiantly to avoid laughing... but he failed.
"I'm not very good at this, am I?" Nick asked, feeling even more sheepish.
Chris regained his composure, but the smile was still evident on his muzzle, "Nicky, you need to take it easy on yourself... I don't think anyone in the history of blow jobs got it perfect on the first try."
"I just think if I keep it up at this rate, you'll end up with a new piercing." the two shared a laugh.
Chris knelt down, cupping his hands around either side of Nick's muzzle, "This isn't something you HAVE to do, Nicky. It's not homework and you're not going to get a bad grade. He leaned forward and gave the wolf a quick peck on the nose.
"Well..." Nick squirmed, "maybe it's something I WANT to do." his ears blushed a little, "You know... since it's you."
He watched the otter smile at that, and slowly leaned back until he was seated on the floor of the tub. Chris reached up and stroked the side of Nick's face. The wolf closed his eyes, pressing his cheek into the caress as he reveled in the calming patience of his roommate.
"Alright... just go slowly... I'll help." the otter's voice came across as a soothing croon, and Nick couldn't help but smile. The webbed hand on his cheek slowly slid around to the back of his head as Chris' other paw gently moved to his chin. The otter eased him closer, and the wolf knelt down on all fours, lowering his head to the Nick's still eager flesh. He licked his muzzle once and, with Chris' guidance, gingerly took the otter's member into his mouth again.
"There ya go..." Chris said with a sigh. Nick felt the otter relax against the floor of the tub, leaning against the wall. He removed his paw from under the wolf's chin, but kept the one on the back of Nick's head. Encouraged by the gentle pressure by Chris' guiding paw, Nick let Chris guide him further down his length.
Remembering the sensations of the otter's tongue on his own member the previous night, Nick tentatively licked the flesh within his muzzle, eliciting an "Oohh..." from Chris. The webbed digits on the back of his head took a gentle pawful of of his mane, "That's good, Nicky."
Nick scooted nearer to the otter, leaning forward as the paw on the back of his head pulled him closer. The wolf lowered his muzzle down even more, but held back a little, the embarrassing gagging from earlier still fresh in his mind. The otter's other paw moved to his shoulder, gently patting and stroking it, "You're doing... mmm... just fine." Chris crooned. Nick's ears flushed a little as he felt his sopping wet tail begin to wag.
Growing a little more confident, the wolf started to bob his head, just a little, sliding his muzzle up and down the firm otter flesh. Nick let out a churl of pleasure, a sound that, although new to the wolf's ears, was one he looked forward to hearing a lot more of. He caressed the otter's member with his tongue, increasing the speed of his ministrations as he felt more pressure from the otter's paw on the back of his head.
Nick jumped slightly as he felt something brush across his own hard shaft. It took a moment before he recognized the feel of Chris' thick tail, but paid it no attention as he placed his paws on the otter's hips, dipping down even lower to accept more of his eagerly squirming roommate's flesh into his muzzle. Nick couldn't ignore the tail for long, however, as it began to ungulate and grind against his shaft. Nick was barely able to keep from moaning around the otter meat in his muzzle as Nick's tail's smooth, soft fur rubbed his member.
"Keep going, Nicky..." Chris gasped, and Nick heard the *thunk* as the otter leaned his head back against the wall, "oh... just keep going." his voice was shaky, and the tone was clouded within delectation.
The wolf needed no further encouragement, speeding up his ministrations as he increased the range of his movement. Nick's muzzle was quickly buried into Chris' groin fur, as much if not more than when he had gagged but, for some reason, the reflex had passed, and he had no trouble feeling the head of the otter's flesh slip down past his tongue nearly to the back of his throat.
An urgent stiffening to the otter's tail was all the warning Nick had. The otter tensed up, "Nnnnnggg..." he wheezed, and gripped the back of Nick's head tightly. The wolf's paws mindfully squeezed the otter's hips as they began to shake, his muzzle ground deep into Chris' groin as his roommate's breath shuttered. He felt his roommate's shaft pulse in his muzzle, and had to avoid coughing as hot otter seed erupted against the back of his throat.
Nick managed to avoid gagging, but, due to Chris' death grip on his head, couldn't manage to pull it back. The wolf swallowed once, then again, causing the otter to groan as his flesh was caressed by Nick's throat muscles. Finally, after nearly a dozen pulsing jets of fluid, Chris' member's convulsions subsided, and the rock-hard flesh began to soften within Nick's muzzle.
The otter slowly loosened his hold on Nick's head, murmuring an apology mixed with a long breath of contentment. Looking to Chris, Nick saw a wide, sheepish grin across the otter's muzzle, complete with tongue-stud-protruding tongue. "What?" the wolf inquired, sniffing his nose as it began to leak.
The otter's wide grin turned into a complete and full-blown crack-up laugh. Nick sniffed his nose again, rubbing it with the back of a damp paw as it leaked more. Pulling his paw away, the wolf immediately realized why Chris was guffawing, and his ears turned red. A streak of otter-seed shimmered on the fur of his forearm.
"Bad angle, Nicky... it's supposed to go down the throat, not up the nose." it was as much as Chris could say before he dissolved into another fit of laughter. The wolf just cringed... some of it had actually come out his nose.
"Oh, geez..." Nick noted, both paws going to his nose in embrrassment. The motion caused him to lose balance on the slick shower floor, and he tumbled into the otter's lap.
"Amazing performance, but the judges will have to deduct points for that dismount... and you get a foul for 'dribbling'." Chris grinned down at him.
"Oh shut up." Nick grumbled, rolling over so that he lay on his back, head resting in the otter's lap, "I'm not in the mood to joke... I have cum in my nose."
The otter's face lit up immediately, "Oh, hell yes! That's the perfect tag line for a MySpace page."