All A Game Ch 6: Returning Home (incomplete)
#6 of All A Game
Not done yet, but I feel like working on something else.
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
It was getting to be the end of a very long day. The clouds on the horizon were a combination of orange and purples as Jake walked up the hill towards the main part of the school. By the time he reached the main office, he had to shut the door because of everyone trying to follow him to get a good look at his leg. He didn't see why, he was wearing the schools long uniform kakis. As soon as the door clicked loudly, the old vulture behind the front desk looked up, her glasses balancing on her beak, "Can I help you?"
"Um, yeah, I'm looking for a friend of mine. Could you page him to the office?"
She pressed three feathers against the intercom system, "What is his name?"
"Trevor, Trevor Veil."
The vulture's nasally, monotone voice rang over the intercom, "Trevor Veil, please come to the main office..."
Jake headed out and sat down on the matching marble staircases on either side of the main hall, a smile on his face as he waited.
TICK...TOCK...TICK...TOCK
The husky's face sank fully after about an hour went by. He had even asked the vulture to make the call once again, but Trevor still didn't show. Finally, when she came out of the office holding her bag, "Sorry sweaty but you'll have to wait outside."
He sighed heavily, "That's okay...I'll just go home"
Jake threw his bag over his shoulder and started the long trek home. It was only fifteen minutes before he would be home, but walking with his prosthetics made it feel a lot longer. Every now and then, when he landed his foot-paw just right, it made a loud tapping noise. Other than that, the padding on the bottom absorbed the shock. The walk seemed to drag on until finally he could see Trevor's house. He was finally home.
When the husky first entered the house, Trevor's mom was there to greet him. "Hey, Jake. How was your first day hun?" Stroking along his fur on his head, she was treating him as if she were her own kid.
He smiled, leaning into her hug, "It was okay I guess..."
"Did you have any trouble?"
He touched the leg with the prosthetic, "Not really, a lot of people kept staring at my leg."
Her eyes lit up, "Oh really, did they bother you a lot?"
He shook his head, "Not really, everyone thought it was really cool." Before she could say anything else, he pulled away, "I'm going to head upstairs, if that's okay? I'm a little tired and my leg's starting to hurt..."
She brushed his head, "Sure. All your stuff is upstairs; Trevor should be home soon..."
Jake stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, "Does he know, because I didn't see him all day?"
She frowned, "Oh, I'm sorry honey, I should have told you! He said he had something to do before he came home..."
Clearly disappointed and impatient, he mouthed, "Ok." Crossing her arms, Sam watched him climb the stairs, a smile on her face, eager to call Trevor and tell him who was waiting for him at home.
Upstairs, Jake took in Trevor's room. It had been years since he was last there...and it was still covered in clothes. Dropping his bag, he peeled off his shirt and dragged his leg towards the bed before leaping into Trevor's sheets, gathering them up and pressing them against his muzzle. Inhaling deep, he took in Trevor's strong masculine scent, making his curled tail wag. Dropping the sheets, he grabbed the left pillow on the bed. Jake knew his stud always slept on the left pillow. Rapidly sniffing the pillow, he inhaled the smell of Trevor's mane, missing it so much.
Sitting up with the pillow in his paw, Jake sucked through his teeth, a sharp pinch spreading through the muscles in his leg. Reaching down to his prosthetic, he pulled the small lever that adjusted the foam to the remainder of his leg, the remainder of his leg that allowed him to influence the artificial limb. As the foam released his leg, he whimpered, carefully placing his leg on the floor before rubbing the sore stub just beneath his knee. Despite all the years he had gone through physical rehab, his still hadn't adjusted fully to his condition. Hobbling over to his book bag, he sat on the floor to pull out a prescription bottle and a bottle of water. Stripping down and putting on a pair of light shorts, he lied down on the bed, taking two of the pain pills and drinking about half the bottle of water before, he curled up with Trevor's pillow. His eyes grew heavy, watching the green numbers on Trevor's clock before grumbling, "Go faster..."