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Hello, and welcome to "I'm With the Hockey Hunk!"

The second part of the season carries on strongly now, as we return to the world of Victor and Rory! I am also extremely happy to announce that this story also marks 200,000 views on my submissions in SoFurry, a strong average of over 1,000 views per submission - not too bad, I'd like to think.! What'd be a better way to celebrate than by going on business and usual, and deliver a new, fun chapter to y'all? I think this pretty much sums up what I want to do with my work. I want to write, and share what I can, for the fun of it, and that's all I need to do. Your continued support is a great bonus for which I am grateful for. Thank you, everyone!

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"Hmmm...."

"Hmmm...."

"HMMMM..."

"HMMMM..."

I might have been slightly squeezed against the plastic wall of the shower cabinet, with my slick back pressed over the cold surface, but what was happening over my front was nothing but scorching hot. My paws rested on Victor's shoulder and neck, holding him in for a good kissing distance. The deeply murring Dobie's own big, soapy paw was between our bodies, holding both my slim, stiff member and his own thick doggie cock in his grip. I purred against Victor's muzzle whenever my barbs were stroked either by Victor's slick palm or against the silky skin of his large shaft. It was a dynamic system we had going on between us, both thrusting, wriggling our hips, Victor's little strokes and varying grip, all the while the warm water fell over us in a refreshing, warm stream. My ears flicked occasionally from the droplets hitting them, and my tail was securely wrapped around Victor's nearest leg. His bigger body filled most of the shower cabinet, but it did not prevent us from making out hotly while Victor was in charge of the frot action taking place in his paw.

I should have known that when Victor suggested we showered together, when we got out of the bed at six-thirty, that it would soon degenerate into something that didn't just involve washing someone's back companionably. No, as soon as the water was running hot enough, I was pinned down over the back of the shower by a very large and soon to be wet musky and muscled Dobie, intending to have some more naked fun with a certain lion by the name of Rory.

I was more than willing to participate, as the heat increased between us, growing from a gentle sheath itch to full-blown boners, and our tongues soon began to dance against one another, stroking ourselves to full fire. I panted and I purred, rumbling as much as I could, though Victor was the winner in that respect, but I did my best, and stroked the back of his neck, and enjoyed him fully, while Victor set the pace. His powerful grip was enough to make me breathless, and I wasn't sure how long I could last, even if I had four orgasms last night and Victor had three.

Victor's free paw rubbed my ass, squeezing and groping a little, sure, and it felt nice, adding to the sensation of the sex going on between us at a leisurely pace despite the early, bleary-eyed time of the day. I could hardly worry about work matters, though, while I was being engaged in such a warm embrace with Victor, and judging by those murmurs, I doubt he was thinking about staplers. Our wet bodies were in constant motion, keeping up the heat as we kissed. That paw was driving my cock mad, it felt perfect over my sensitive skin, rubbing against Victor's own, throbbing, hard shaft. It felt almost as good as being inside his warm rump, but I could hardly complain about the current treatment either. It was Victor, that's what mattered now.

I don't think we lasted very long, but then again, the coffeemaker was waiting with hot potion to wake us up - though what was going now might work even better than the caffeine rush - and we'd have to get to work anyway. Still, I don't think we were in such a big hurry as to need to skip or hasten the sex. I gripped tighter into him, and let my hips flow, thrusting into Victor's full paw. The Dobie rumbled loudly, making my ears flatten with the resonant echo of his exclamation, as I felt his hips move as well, driving both of us against one another at an increased pace. I moaned into our kiss, deeply, and stained Victor's wrist with my spunk, adding to the slickness in his grip. Victor grumbled, pleased, and held tightly onto me by my hips as he himself continued to thrusts into his paw and against my supersensitive cock, all the way until he, too, shuddered and spilled himself. Our hot moans even superseded the rushing of the water over our ears, the air was filled with a strange mixture of the smells of wet fur, lion musk, Dobie musk, cum and shampoo, and the heat did not go anywhere, not even when our bodies soon ached and then glowed, from our release. I breathed deeply, and smiled, and Victor smiled back, that nice, smart smile that was by now familiar to me.

"Good morning, Rory," Victor's ears flicked as he grinned at me.

I smiled back.

*

Victor had sat down in my usual chair while I was fetching the coffee, but I didn't speak a word, when I walked over, my damp tail flicking happily as I poured the lifesaving substance into our matching mugs. Then I sat down opposite to him, and watched the towel-wrapped Dobie over the table laid down with breakfast, and smiled. Victor caught my eyes and smiled back, as he began added a dash of milk to his coffee and began to stir it. I started on the toast.

"We're at this point again," Victor spoke after a thoughtful pause.

I smiled and flicked my ears at him.

"Post-coital coffee," I chuckled.

Victor's own laugh was much more rumbling than mine, and it made me smile, too.

"We're only missing some porn, I guess," Victor suggested.

I laughed happily at the memory of Victor showing me some Lion King porn and getting nostalgic over it, odd, of course, as far as small talk went on a one night stand, but an enduring recollection, for sure, of that cold morning those weeks ago. Now, exactly like Victor said, we were back to that similar situation, but not after a one-night stand, but...I wasn't too sure what it was now. Third night stand? Night in? A meeting between friends with benefits? I wasn't sure whether we were yet good enough friends to have benefits, but fuck buddies sounded a bit crude in comparison to that...we had done something besides fucking after all, three was the hockey game, and the dates, and...I liked to think that it wasn't just the sex.

The sex had been great, though, I would not deny that. I still had a wilting boner under my bathrobe, after all, and the very sight of Victor reminded me of how I had mounted him again, missionary style, doggty-style, and once standing up, because Victor had told me that he liked variety.

How could anyone NOT like that kind of variety? I might have sore barbs for a while and I'd definitely need to consult the Ursoplus product stand on my next supermarket visit, but it was worth it, so much worth it. Victor was a sex machine when he got into the mood, and he jumped into it with real big Dobie intensity, that played well along to my own feline eagerness.

So I could say that my cock and Victor's butt knew what to do together, and liked doing it, but the rest of it...I'd call it tentative, rightfully, at this point.

"I can fetch the computer if you want to check the news or something," I spoke after a moment, as I further recalled that Victor had also browsed his favorite pages in that distant morning, and I wondered whether he might be wanting to do the same even now, here at Guesthouse Gliese.

Victor sipped his coffee and rumbled happily, and one of those tall ears flicked, and his bright eyes turned at me, curious of me.

"It's fine, I can check them at work during my break," he commented, giving me another little smile.

I took a big bite out of my toast and let it crunch under my teeth as I chewed thoroughly on the buttered treat. I gave Victor an understanding not in reply.

Victor rubbed his chin and studied his steaming mug. I swallowed my muzzleful of toast and then spoke again, giving Victor some eager, pleased eyes.

"Just kinda wish we could've already done this a week ago, heh," I mused dryly.

Victor's ears flicked down briefly, but he did chuff, after a moment.

"I'm still really sorry about that," his ears flopped down, briefly, before they bounced back up to the perky happyhappy Victor posture I liked seeing on him.

I chuckled a little.

"Don't worry about it anymore, I'm...fine with it," I spoke, careful to hide the creeping unease THAT WAS COBB THAT'S COBB I'M VICTOR'S BROTHER AND I LIKE HIM EVEN IF HE'S A FAG AND I LIKE HIS QUEER FRIENDS TOO AND I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH YOU HAVING BUTTSEX TOGETHER AND I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU ARE ALREADY ENGAGED CAN WE HAVE CAKE AND CELEBRATE THAT DO YOU WANT TO GO TO NEW YORK TO GET MARRIED I CAN TRY AND GET A HORSE CARRIAGE FOR YOU AND A HOT AIR BALLOON RIDE IS THAT OKAY CAN I COME TOO?

I doubted that Victor would appreciate the various antics of Rory-Cobb, and I shook the voice in the back of my head away as far as I could, and took some coffee down my throat to further calm down my nerves.

"Still not the best possible introduction to the rest of the family Holden, eh?" Victor snuffled.

I rumbled.

"A bit of a shocker, but isn't that how it always is?" I tried to be positive about it ,despite the shuddering memory of how scared I was for a few moments, before the situation was defused...and got even more bizarre.

"Would yours have acted like he did?" Victor shook his head.

I snuffled.

"Not entirely differently," I confessed after a moment. "Especially mom thinks that I should...settle down with a nice well-dressing gentleman and live exactly like "normal furs do", or so she speaks."

I could see the frown appear on Victor's face, and hurried to speak further.

"They're...indifferent to most part," I mused. "They never threatened to throw me out or anything like that, it's not just...well, mom tries a bit too hard sometimes, to stay...in touch with...gay business, and then lets that out by wondering whether I went to the Lady Gaga concert in town, because she always speaks such nice things about those gay furs."

Victor snuffled.

"And dad?"

I shrugged.

"He just wants me to be a regular guy, and not get AIDS," I snorted.

Victor flinched.

"Charming."

"He saw a couple of friends go down with it back in the eighties, when I was little," I continued. "Keeps saying that he doesn't want me to...wither out like that. Can't really argue with him about that. They're a bit paranoid, even if I've told them many times that I don't' screw around."

Victor nodded.

"But honestly, you don't' want your dad going on to you about the dangers of bareback, do you?" I grunted.

Victor snorted.

"Not really, no," he nodded in agreement.

I stirred my coffee idly.

"But besides thinking that I'll end up re-enacting Philadelphia, they...they survive with it, I guess, " I spoke. "Could be much, much worse."

Victor smiled.

"Sure," he noted. "My parents are not too bad about it...well...apparently...well, according to Cobb, at least..."

He chuffed.

"...apparently they knew before I did."

My ears perked.

"Oh?"

Victor chuckled and flicked his tall ears amusedly.

"I kind of...had a doll."

My eyes widened a little, but I managed to suppress the coughing laugh that came out of my throat.

"Oh?" I really had to concentrate on keeping my voice and my expressions on the polite end of the scale.

Victor scratched the side of his neck with that nice, thick, bare arm of his folded very attractively when he did so.

"Mom knew she was expecting twins but didn't know the sexes of the cubs, so, just in case, she bought stuff for both boys and girls, and while she got a double delivery of boy Holdens, the girl stuff was left in a box in the baby room, and...guess young little Victor found something pretty from there and decided that combing a baby doll's hair was as fun as playing with toy cars with Cobb."

I couldn't help but smile broadly, and to my relief, Victor was smiling, too, so I suppose it wasn't such a terrible memory to share, not something he was ashamed to admit, even to a somewhat casual acquaintance such as me.

"That's cute," I chuckled, and Victor chuckled too, and seemed to be fine with it.

"So yeah, they had that clue back when I was little, and when I hit the puberty and started to grow in all the places and Cobb was going after the girls already, I ogled at pictures of Brad Pitt."

I snickered.

"It was Mark Wahlberg in those Calvin Kleins that got me going back then," I shared.

Victor laughed heartily.

"The jacking off material sure was a bit sparse back then," he snuffled.

My sheath twitched a little at his blunt if accurate words, and I smiled broadly, and winked, even. That was something I liked about Victor, he was calm kind of a guy, but he certainly wasn't shy about sexual matters, when it came to saying the right thing. That was definitely something I could appreciate.

"Hear, hear," I smirked over the rim of my coffee mug.

"But I guess...I guess Cobb has a part to play in that, too," Victor mused after a while." I was about sixteen or seventeen, maybe, when he asked me why I had so many underwear catalogues stuffed under my bed, and...guess he knew just the right thing to ask, and I...told him. He's been with me ever since on it. Never judged or anything, though I know he must've been uneasy with it at first. He made it easier to tell mom and dad and Evelyn when the time came."

"How did they take it?"

Victor snuffled.

"Asked me if I knew that mum's cousin was gay. I told them I didn't."

I smiled warmly at Victor's tale.

"You've been very brave on that."

"I don't think it's too brave when it's just who I am," Victor replied, without ire in his voice. "I didn't want to live a lie with myself or with anyone else, so, when the time came, I just did it."

I felt a strong twinge of guilt in my heart for the lying I had committed yesterday, the mess with Haakon and the general unease that had caused between me and Victor. I was also thankful that we had managed to argue it away and were now in control of the situation, and chatting amiably after a good night together. It still made me wonder whether he had put those words exactly in that order to remind me of it, but then again, I didn't think that Victor was of the sort to hold a grudge, especially against friends, so I put that thought down quite fast, and kept on smiling at the gentle Dobie.

"I was a little bit less...upfront about it," I confessed after a moment. "I knew for a few years but...it wasn't such a big place where we lived and...school and...you know how it is, I'm sure."

"It's not easy," Victor replied with a nod.

"So, after half a year in college and...well...being a bit high on the new freedom, living on my own, daring to...reach out a little... "I detailed, "I was courageous enough to phone them and tell my secret to them."

Victor gave me an attentive nod.

"Must not been easy."

"It wasn't too easy, no, "I confessed, "but it just...felt so real...so much more real to me than it did before, now that I had..."

I snuffled a little at the memory, one I still treasured...openly, of the playful cougar lips touching mine in the first kiss I ever had with another male, and how my eyes fell closed and I just...drifted along, and allowed myself to be swayed into the wonderful world of guy-on-guy interaction.

"...I had finally dared to open my eyes," I smiled.

Victor smiled approvingly.

"Did they freak out?"

I chuckled at his wording.

"A little bit, but things became quite mellow with time, once they got past the initial shock over the fact that their only son was queer. But I wasn't disowned."

I smiled afterwards, and Victor smiled back, and we seemed to know that things were fine and gentle between us, and in our lives, for now. It was a hopeful smile we shard, I liked to think that, one with a little bit of promise in it, too. I didn't know what was going to come out of this, but at least we both wanted to see whether something could come out of this, and that's how I felt on that morning, at seven AM, with a shirtless Victor in my small kitchen corner. And this time it was he who smelled of my shampoo, and not the other way around, like during the next time.

Next time...

"So..." I spoke after a polite pause during which we drank coffee and ate toast. "I guess we had nice time last night?"

Victor gave me a curious look upon my statement, but then he smiled.

"I think we did," he grinned. "And I'd definitely like to see if we could pull it off again."

"Definitely," I replied, my tail making happy loops behind me.

Victor's tall ears flicked expansively, before his lips split in a broad grin.

"Well...Rory...do you think that this...detour might...help us wait out until, say, the next week?" Victor grinned.

"Oh?" my whole face perked.

Victor still smiled.

"Cobb is leaving on Saturday next week, and I thought...well...maybe we could do something together, on Saturday afternoon?"

He looked so very cutely enthusiastic and shy, even, when he spoke that, it made my heart leap in my chest, and my belly felt pleasant, too, as I thought about the possibility of spending some more uninterrupted Victor-Rory time, only a week from now.

"I would like that very much," I replied.

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