Beautiful Liar
This story is inspired by 'Beautiful Liar', a duet by Beyonce Knowles and Shakira. The character's personalities are based on real people although names have been changed. The events, however, are purely fictional.
This is my first story posted, so please be gentle. Feel free to comment on my LJ at http://kelvrynd.livejournal.com/, where I will be continuing the story if I get good feedback, and probably posting dribbles and such.
Warning: This story features sexual acts between two adult males of a homosexual persuasion. The sex itself may be a little rough for some people, although it is far from being violent and is certainly not rape or NC. I feel as though this is a given, but no minors.
Topher grinned across the silk-topped table at his boyfriend, blue eyes dancing as the fox watched the unfolding events with barely-contained amusement. He was short and of average build, his fur a shade of auburn somewhere between red-gold and brown. For all his rather drab fur, however, he had the sort of fine vulpine features that aged well. He looked as if he were just finishing high school rather than already two years into college. He knew he wasn't exactly handsome... He tended to be too solemn-faced, although that made his grins all the more dazzling.
He gazed fondly at his lover, as the burly bear dismissed the waiter and rolled his eyes. Alan possessed the usual broad ursine build of his breed, nicely muscled from his work as a paramedic although time spent behind a desk had added a certain bit of meat to his tall frame. Although in repose he was rather brutal and coarse looking, muzzle short and blunt with slightly beady black eyes, he made up for it by being expressive and personable with an always-ready grin.
"Someone doesn't seem all that eager for a tip." Topher noted as he broke a breadstick in half. "Although you have to admit, it takes a great deal of dedication to making a mistake like that. Sprite and Dr. Pepper don't sound anything alike."
"They're not even the same color." Alan replied mournfully as he gazed at his soda. Rather than the rich brown of Dr. Pepper, he was faced with a cup of clear, bubbling Sprite.
He'd worn much the same expression when the two had met, Topher remembered fondly. He had been running a First Aid class for the health department of Topher's campus. Although he was a psychology major, not a pre-med, Topher had attended it at his advisor's suggestion. He was one of the few males attending, it had turned out, and by the time he'd had to do the practical part of the exam Alan had been fed up enough by the predatory flirtations of the girls and so desperate for conversation that afterwards he'd offered to treat Topher to a cup of something at the campus coffee shop to get away from the estrogen.
They'd clicked instantly, with the sort of steamy chemistry that made bodies thud against the wall and knees melt. Although not a particularly sexual person compared to Alan, despite being ten years the younger, Topher found it exhilarating to keep up with the bear's appetites.
Now, a year later they were in the city's finest Italian eatery, the Olive Tree, celebrating their first year anniversary. Although they still lived in separate apartments, their collective stuff had been evenly enough spread that it was hard to tell which lived in which apartment.
When the waiter finally returned with the correct soda, Alan grinned at his lover, lifting the cup at him. "To our first year!"
"To our first year!" Topher echoed the cheerful toast with a grin of his own. "And many more."
After the screw up over drinks, the dinner had gone well. The food was delicious, and as if to make up for his mistake the waiter had been attentive and personable. Although Alan had been angry about the drink mix-up, the tip had been generous. Of course, the chocolate dessert the waiter had suggested, so sweet and rich that they'd barely been able to finish it, hadn't hurt.
It had started out innocently enough, but as the chocolate hit their systems, the flirting had grown heavier and hotter, until Topher had rested one foot on Alan's lap. By the time they piled into Alan's SUV, the sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and the scent of arousal made the two dizzy. The ride home was silent, expectation robbing them of words. And the elevator ride up had been pure torture, the two of them attempting to keep their cool in the crowded elevator.
The larger bear in particular had trouble. Topher had always been the first to admit that Alan had the higher sex drive, being more aggressive and demanding. It came as no surprise that when three floors down from Topher's seventh-floor apartment they had been left alone that the bear would grow frisky.
Wrapping the smaller fox in a heated, hard embrace the bear's large paws had begun to explore the fox's body through his clothes, tracing his spine with one claw even as he growled in Topher's ear. Those large, strong paws then drifted down to Topher's rump, cupping them and using them as a handhold to pull the fox against him.
"God, you make me so hot, baby." Alan growled huskily, paws finding Topher's rump and using the handhold to pull the fox against him so that the fox could feel his hardness. "You don't know how much I love you."
Topher's response was breathless, muzzle parted as he panted. "I.. can guess." He groaned, feeling his own sheath swell as the bear rocked his hips to rub his groin against his lover's. "Save it for when we get to safety."
"I should take you right here and now." Alan rumbled, his personable, affable nature giving way to the usual brutishness he displayed when aroused. "Pull your pants down and just take you." His paws roamed, and Topher whined slightly as a thick finger drifted under his tail and pressed through the fabric even as the other began to undo the fox's pants and untuck his shirt. "Tell me you're hard too."
Topher closed his eyes as the paw found its way into his pants and slipped under the waistband of his boxer briefs to cup his balls and rub his sheath as his member began to emerge. And he returned the favor, his smaller paw barely able to cup the shaft of the ursine cock.
When the elevator dinged at their floor, Topher stumbled backwards out of it. Paw still buried in his lover's pants and stroking the thick ursine shaft with the larger bear returning the favor and growling so aggressively, he began to fumble for his keys and managed to open the door to once more stumble backwards into the single-room apartment.
Alan closed and locked the door with one paw, while the other came out of Topher's pants. As Topher tossed the keys into the small bowl beside the door, Alan began to fumble with his own shirt. "Naked. Now." He growled at the smaller fur.
Topher needed no encouragement, tearing off the dress shirt and khaki slacks with little care for the buttons. He was a deft enough paw at sewing he could sew them back on later, and it would not be the first time a date with Alan ended in clothes being torn off Soon he was standing in his black boxer-briefs and dress socks, the rest of his clothing piled on the floor at his feet.
Alan had also stripped down to his skivvies, his broad chest bared with the glint of his nipple ring breaking the monotony of brown and his white briefs straining to contain the massive erection. Black eyes hungrily absorbed Topher, and before the fox could move he was caught up in a fierce embrace, muzzle parting as his lover kissed him.
"Mmmmph!" He said intelligently, as the strong bear bodily lifted him and carried him to the futon sofa that served as guest-bed and tossed him down. He opened his eyes as he felt his boxers being pulled down and his legs spread. His erection pointed out from his groin, swollen and thick from arousal. Alan gave Topher one fierce look before burying himself between the fox's legs and taking his rod into his mouth and throat to the roots.
Topher yelped as he felt his member being engulfed in the bear's maw and throat, paws coming to grip the bear's round ears as he lifted his hips off the sofa. He felt one broad paw snake under him, and yelped again as Alan pressed one thick finger against the sensitive bud between his cheeks. He didn't penetrate him with his finger, but merely applied pressure to the sphincter even as his tongue explored the fox's cock and wrapped around the knot at the base.
The first time Alan had been this aggressive it had frightened Topher, both because of the almost manic shift in personality and his own inexperience, but by now he was use to the bear's almost brutal behavior, knowing that as strong as the bear was and how fierce he might act he could gauge things to the finest hair and never pushed things past good ol' rough fun.
Although he wanted it to last, Topher knew he couldn't stand this much longer. The tightness of the muzzle and throat around his cock, the tongue exploring his swelling knot, the finger pressing so insistently at his entrance... It was all too much. And so he throw his muzzle back and snarled when the finger pressing against him abruptly slipped in and he jerked his hips forward. Alan swallowed every drop of Topher's cum, pulling back only when the torrent trickled off and the fox's snarls became slightly breathless pants.
"My turn." Alan growled, one paw gripping the still-swollen fox cock and stroking it to milk the last of the semen while the other paw continued to loosen Topher's entrance. A second thick finger joined the first, Alan's hungry eyes glued on Topher's own as he waited for that moment of relaxation.
It didn't take long, Topher's muscles lax from the intense orgasm Alan had drug out of him. When Topher begin to rock his hips back against Alan's paw, and something passed across his eyes, the bear nodded and withdrew the paw he had been using to loosen the fox. With a grunt, he pulled the fox forward, bending his legs and hooked them over his shoulders. He reached under the bed, fumbling with the bottle of lube and his too-tight briefs before with another growl he placed the thick, swollen head of his member against Topher's entrance.
"Scream for me, baby." Alan grunted, and rocked forward, sinking into the smaller fox even as he lowered his head and captured Topher's muzzle in a fierce kiss. The fox yelped at the abrupt entrance, legs tightening on Alan's shoulders as he returned the kiss just as fiercely.
Alan took his time burying himself in his lover, eyes closing as his thick cock began to bottom out. Topher whimpered slightly at the stretching, feeling the thick head nudge his sensitive prostate. As usual, he was surprised by how much of his lover he took. Wanting more, but knowing he was just too small and the bear too big.
"Fuck me." Topher panted against Alan's muzzle, rocking his hips back against his lover's as if to capture even just one more eighth of an inch of the girthy member. Alan obliged, pulling back slowly and pushing forward with short jerks. Topher's response was to grit his teeth together even as he grinned at his lover.
Having not even bothered with the lights in their frenzied entrance, Topher couldn't see his lover's face but he knew the expression resting on those coarse features. He'd seen it almost daily over the course of the year. His eyes closed as he felt Alan's hips pick of speed, heavy balls smacking against Topher's tail as he felt the bear bottom out in his rump. The fox attempted to lose himself in the sweat and grunts and thuds of sex, feeling the itching burn of another orgasm begin to set every nerve alight from the legs thrown over broad shoulders to the paws currently gripping muscular arms so tightly.
"Paint my chest, baby." Alan growled in one of Topher's ears, as if the wide length he was burying in the younger fox made him unnaturally sensitive to his littler lover so that he could sense the orgasm approaching. Sweat all but poured off the bear, his fucking pushing to marathon-like intensity and the thrusting lost all smoothness and finesse.
Again, Topher knew he wasn't going to last long in the face of the bear's aggressive pounding. And he was right. Throwing his head back hard against the mattress of the futon, he let out a howl as he felt his cock erupt and splash his semen against the bear's meaty chest.
Even as the fox began to erupt, Alan shifted positions and with his cock half-buried in the fox' rump bodily picked the smaller fur up with one arm under his rump. Another spurt of cum splashed against the bear as gravity caused Topher to sink down abruptly. As the bear used one hand on hip and one cupping Topher's rump to lift and drop the fox on his cock, Topher felt every nerve aflame with that near-painful sensitivity that comes post-orgasm.
Shifting forward slightly, the fox licked his cum from one of his lover's nipples, tongue playing with the nipple ring as the bear hunched his hips to grind his groin against the fox's rump. The bear rumbled with pleasure as he continued to fuck his lover, before suddenly letting out a rather pathetic yelp as the fox began to nibble on his nipple and tighten himself around the bear's cock.
And finally, throwing his head back with a roar, the bear's cock spasm and erupted as he slammed forward into the fox hard enough that he lost his balance and nearly crushed the fox under his weight as they both tumbled onto the futon. He continued to thrust in short, sporadic stroke as he found the fox's neck with his teeth and growled against the fur as he filled the fox near to bursting with his cum.
"Mine." Alan finally growled as the flow of sperm ebbed and both of them felt their nerves go from the roar of orgasm to the pleasantly addictive glow of post-orgasm.
"Mine." Topher panted, a chuckle in his voice and his eyes closing. He briefly stirred to tweak one of the bear's ears as he felt the massive frame on top of him begin to sag and relax towards sleep. "C'mon. Let's go clean up. You got an early day tomorrow and won't feel like taking an hour to clean your fur in the morning."
Alan rumbled an affirmative, and with great care and gentleness slipped off his lover and picked him up in a delicate hold to carry him towards the bathroom, and then to bed for the usual post-sex snuggling.
Topher didn't even stir when Alan had gotten out of bed, nor had he done more than throw a pillow over his head when the sun rose and bathed the bedroom in the ruddy glow of dawn. He didn't have either work or class for some hours, and so could indulge in a very satisfying late sleep.
When he finally did wake up and stumble into his kitchenette wearing only his fur and a slightly rueful expression at the soreness from last night he was greeted by a box of scones and a note:
Tophie,
On call all today. Will catch you either tomorrow or the day after. Enjoy the scones, and good luck with your test today. Hope you don't have too much trouble sitting through the lectures! :)
_Love,
Alan_
The note read in a single glance, Topher began to dig into the dry pastries and nibbled as he made his way to his tiny little living room to clean up. The clothes had been left pretty much where they'd fallen, both his own and Alan's. He winced as he crouched down and righted the small table beside the futon.
As he bent to pick up now-dinted the lamp, he noticed a small scrap of paper under it, the handwriting on it completely unfamiliar to the fox. Straightening with lamp in one hand and the paper in the other, he scanned it casually before freezing.
He didn't even move as the lamp fell from his lifeless paw and the bulb inside shattered all around him. All he could see was the note, and the implication behind it:
Alan
I had a great time last night, you sexy beast. And am looking forward to our date at the Seven Deadly Sins Club friday. Here's my number... Just don't leave so many bruises tonight. People'll think I ran into a brick wall. Which you gotta admit, isn't far from the truth, eh?
Jonah