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"So, Rory!"

My eyes jumped from where they had lingered, in the little smear of smearing chocolate that clung to the corner of Victor's maw, to the source of the exclamation that had caused me to almost drop my own chocolate cake-holding fork to the table. Cobb's attentive eyes looked at me across the table laid with burning candles, coffee cups, brandy snifters, plates piled with chocolate cake, and a small bowl that was still halfway full of whipped cream, and I suspected that Cobb wanted us to eat it all before the night was through.

I pursed my own lips together briefly and spoke in a voice laced with brandy and sheer lack of self-preservation instinct.

"What is it, Cobb?"

"Weeell...," the Dobie slurred, "I was just wondering whether you've always been a homosexual."

I heard a small rumble rise from Victor's Beef Wellington-filled belly, but the Dobie seemed to be all too comfortable in his current position and with his cake and booze that even he was beyond getting up and slamming Cobb to the wall. Believe me, what Cobb was saying now was hardly the strangest question he had made during the dinner so far, so I, somewhat proud of my increasing tolerance of Jacob Holden exposure, took it in the stride and gave him back as much.

"Well, yeah, yes, Cobb," I replied, adding a small lazy loll to the angle of my head as I watched him, "For as long as I've been sexually mature, I've been attracted to men."

Victor made an incomprehensible sound, and Cobb flicked his ears, both tall flappers going up and down a few times, while he processed my answer, no doubt trying to come up with an even more outrageous retort to my comment. He rubbed his chin, too, still holding onto the dainty little dessert fork that looked all too small to be used by someone with such big paws. The piece of chocolate cake on his plate was still as big as mine had been to begin with, and Cobb had definitely eaten at least a half of it already.

"Well..."

"So have you always been a heterosexual, Cobb?" I interrupted him before he could start going on his unknown ways, and I sat there, defiant and feeling good about myself.

And I was just a little bit tipsy, but Cobb didn't have to know that.

This time he reacted with a properly surprised look, accompanied by further flicks of his ears and a curious expression spreading over his broad and cream-glazed muzzle. I felt a strange sense of pleasure at the sight, knowing that perhaps Cobb had not expected to be talked back to, at least not in such a personal manner. And he deserved that, he sure as fuck deserved that. If he was starting on something about people suddenly deciding to be gay or getting turned into gay by perverted older men, I might end of whipping his ass with that whipped cream.

In theory, and with Victor's help, of course, because Cobb was still maybe 50% heavier than I was, a head taller, and probably as strong as Victor was, to begin with.

Cobb put his work down and folded his paws behind his neck and leaned back on his chair, assuming a relaxed, almost a sensual pose that pushed out his chest and made him appear even bigger than he was. His expression had turned into something that could be called cheeky, too.

"Hell yeah," the Dobie licked his lips with his thick, broad tongue that made a slurping sound as it glided over the Cobb's smirking maw. "And proud of it."

I smiled, too, broadly, teasingly so, and leaned over the table a little, on my elbows.

"Not so different, then, Cobb?" I mused.

Cobb scratched his broad belly and for a small moment I was afraid that he might decide to burp, but thankfully that did not come to pass.

"Except for the whole freak show aspect of it all but yeah, I guess."

Victor grunted.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Cobb?" the Dobie had awakened from his food torpor and sat more upright, and staring at his brother with squinted eyes.

My belly fluttered uncomfortably. If this was going to come into blows between Victor and Cobb, I was sure going to be caught in the middle, either in the verbal or the ensuing fist fight, and that really wasn't something I wanted to partake in, especially after my past brush with Cobb and the week's other dramatic event. For now, I could only be quiet, and let my eyes roam between the two Dobies sitting on the opposite sides of the table. Cobb looked resolute.

"All gays ain't model citizens in my eyes. And don't look at me like that, Victor!" Cobb stopped as soon as he saw Victor's expression darken even further." We went to that pride together and saw all that weird stuff. Drag queens and guys with collars and those who looked like bikers and those who looked like they'd put on their grandma's curtains and..."

Victor rammed his paw down on the table, palm flat, and growled.

"It's called freedom of self expression," he rumbled. "Let everyone do and be what they want, they're not harming anyone with that."

"But why is it then?" Cobb shrugged. "I bet normal furs would be much less homophobic if the gays were like normal furs too. Wouldn't be so weird to us."

"Weird?" Victor snorted. "What the fuck you mean?"

"Well, why do they have to go on dressed up like that, or talking all funny like those interior designers on TV, or act like they're girls?"

I almost opened my muzzle to say something, but a quick look from Victor stopped me. He was baring his teeth at Cobb now, too, his ears flat, and a dark rumble flowing constantly from his chest.

"You're insulting Rory with your every word, Cobb, you should apologize to him and just stop right now," Victor growled.

"It's okay," I hurried to speak, putting my paw quickly over Victor's tense arm. "Victor, It's alright..."

"Ain't insulting you, Rory, don't think about it like that!" Cobb's voice became even louder and piercing as he spoke up. "I mean, you're really normal, Rory, it's great, except for the gay for my brother aspect but I can handle that."

Victor wouldn't buy it.

"That IS insulting!" he snarled. "How can you even say something so stupid like that?"

"Ain't insulting anyone," Cobb replied sternly, sounding non-pulsed by his brother's intense reaction. "Just saying."

I squeezed Victor's arm to stop his next remark from coming and cleared my throat loudly.

"Guys!" my voice must've risen to the hysterical register for a moment before it became more...normal...for my next words. "Guys..."

I gave Cobb a quick look.

"I think you're both right," I said, "and that you both are right that stupidity is the right word here."

Cobb looked at me curiously, while Victor remained somewhere between rage and mild interest. Mostly angry, he was.

"What do you mean, Rory?" Cobb spoke.

"That's the thing we should talk about," I said, keeping up my moderate tone, "stupidity. I think it all boils down to that."

"Eh?" Cobb snuffled.

"Well," my ears were flicking rapidly and my tail was coiled around my leg for safekeeping, but I found my voice to be remarkably steady, as I negotiated between the two passionate doggies. "I think you're both right. Stupidity is the key word. Everyone's stupid."

"Hear, hear," Victor said, staring at Cobb.

"I mean, sure, it's probably a bad idea to go marching down the street dressed up in bondage gear or in a glow in the dark sequined dress with ostrich feathers sticking out of your ass, but since it's your own personal stupidity, others might not like it, but it should be tolerated," I continued. "I'm honest with you, Cobb, many gays don't like seeing that. They'd rather just live like everyone else."

"Pretty smart that," Cobb mused.

"And," I kept my tone steady and firm enough, "Cobb, if I tell you that all gays aren't the same and even we might disagree on something sometimes, I bet you won't disagree with me when I ask you whether you think that straight furs aren't as stupid as gay furs."

Cobb looked puzzled.

"What do you mean, Rory?"

Victor looked tense and dangerous. I decided to take my chanced and keep going

"Well, what's the most stupid thing you can think of, Cobb? Something that furs do that you just think it fucking pathetic and stupid and you can't stand it."

Cobb's ears perked curiously for a small moment, but I did not have to wait long for the answer to my question.

"Lawns," he replied. "Furs and their lawns."

My face assumed the "Whut?" position, and a quick look at Victor told me that the Dobie was equally mystified by Cobb's answers.

"What's that?" I asked.

Cobb chuckled.

"Well, you ever lived in a house of your own with your family, Rory?"

"Yeah," I nodded softly.

Cobb mimicked my nod and carried on.

"And did you have a lawn?"

I chuckled, wine and brandy and chocolate in the ring of my laughter.

"Yes, a front lawn and a back lawn, and swings at the back."

"Sounds nice," Cobb picked up his brandy snifter and took an unsurprisingly large sip before he carried on his so far demented rant. "But what I was thinking, what I don't like is that some furs have a fucking weird relationship with their lawns. They treat it like a baby or something, and don't you think I don't like gardening, I sure as heck do and I have my own garden I like working at when I have the time, but just the lawn...Jeeeessus!"

Cobb threw his paws over his head (thankfully without the glass!) and then smacked his thighs with them. Victor made a semi-amused harrumph.

"They mow it, they trim it, the pluck it, they spread chicken shit on it, they spread fertilizer on it, they shout at you if you step on it..."

"The point being?" Victor cleared his throat.

Cobb looked victorious.

"Well, they act like it's some field or something as if they're farming their whole livelihood on that field, while in reality it's a pathetic little patch of badly growing green grass, and even if your neighbor's grass is just as pathetic, you're still going to be envious of it and get into all sorts of trouble. And then you'll badmaw on everyone who badmawed on your lawn, and probably your kids are idiots too, and...and..."

Victor chuckled.

"Cobb, you sound like dad, stop it," Victor snorted.

Cobb folded his arms over his chest.

"Can't claim I wasn't speaking the truth, eh?"

Eh indeed.

Victor chuckled roughly.

"Of course you're right."

Cobb smiled at me.

"Is that stupid enough as far as straight fur behavior goes, Rory?"

I chuckled, too.

"Yes, Cobb, I think it is," I replied. "I think that's a very good example of the fact that we're all very stupid, gay or straight, and that pigheadedness is universal."

"Exactly!" Cobb declared. "Damn, Victor, this Rory of yours is damn smart! Even I understood!"

I shook my head softly.

"Thank you, Cobb."

Victor snuffled.

"You should still apologize for Rory about what you said earlier, Cobb," Victor continued. "It's unacceptable."

Cobb flapped his ear at Victor.

"Well, when I speak of the fags, I don't mean you and Rory, of course not..."

Victor bared his teeth and "nnnnggghhed" at him.

"We are fags," he rumbled.

"Yep," I added, smiling at both the Dobies. "Total fags."

"Ewww!" Cobb rumbled.

"Cobb..."

Cobb flicked his ears and pouted.

"Alright," the Dobie snuffled. "I'm sorry I made generalizations about fags, you included, Victor, and Rory."

"Apology accepted," I replied immediately, not wanting this...incident to grow even more out of proportion.

Victor only harrumphed and returned to his by all means extremely delicious cake and coffee. My own cake was beckoning for me on my plate and really, with that tangle of chocolate, apricot and whipped cream, it felt all too difficult and strenuous to be bothered to be angry with Cobb to begin with. He wasn't so bad, after my huge food and drink intake, it felt, and even Cobb had mellowed out a little after an extra glass of wine, and making sure that he would not be provoked too much. What had brought his latest outburst on, however, I wasn't sure about. We had been talking very innocently about monster trucks before Cobb suddenly blurted it out.

Yeah.

Guess that was the pure essence of Cobbness that I had only now started to discover...that something bizarre was always bound to happen when you least expected it. I was surprised that a lifetime of Cobb hadn't caused Victor to become more jumpy.

"BURP!"

Cobb sounded like one of those gigantic South American frogs in nature films, when he finally let out the tension from his body in the expected way. I flinched a little, and my ears flattened, briefly. Cobb seemed to be very happy with himself at the moment, scratching his belly and leaning back on Victor's stylish dining chair.

"Ugh..." Cobb gave a look towards the kitchen counter that was now piled with dirty dishes, glasses, tableware and pots and pans from his earlier cooking spree and our massive dinner. He wrinkled his nosepad. "That's gonna take a while."

I smiled a little.

"Would you like some help with the dishes, Cobb?" I asked.

Cobb waved his huge paw over the table, causing the flames of the candles to flicker hazardously.

"Nahh, you're the guest, and if Victor is too lazy ass to offer his help, I won't even accept it," he glared at Victor briefly before his big eyes turned back to me, "I'll do them, heheh, can't break you two lovebirds off now that we're almost done with the dinner and the real fun can begin!"

Victor rumbled.

"We're not going to look at photo albums, Cobb," the sexy Dobie spoke in that deep voice of his that was better than brandy and chocolate combined.

Cobb pouted again.

"Not even the home videos? Our senior prom is such a classic, and I got it transferred on DVD for our birthday, so it's really nice quality too..."

Victor buried his face in his paws, and from Cobb's wild grin, I suspected that the brother Dobie had hit a nerve, and that even if we would never end up watching the tape, something embarrassing was bound to happen nonetheless.

"Awwww..." Cobb expressed. "Maybe I just ought to get the cheese out and we could..."

"Oh I'm all full now," I patted my belly and smiled, "thank you, though, but I don't think I can eat anything else or I'll burst. And those fatty cheeses..."

"I've got fruit too!" Cobb declared. "Maybe a nice grape or two..."

Victor rumbled and tapped his plate with his fork.

"Why don't we just finish what we've got now and then just sit down and be comfortable?" he spoke with a meaningful look at the two of us. "Don't need any hassle."

Cobb chuckled.

"But I like hassle!" Cobb smirked.

Victor rumbled.

"You like it too much," he snorted before turning to face me, "you alright, Rory? Still a little bit of cake and coffee left."

I smiled and tapped the side of my snifter.

"And a sip of brandy, too," I replied. "I'm taking it slowly."

"And that too," Victor smiled in return.

"Well that's smart," Cobb interfered. "Taking it slowly."

Oh, God.

I gave him a smile and a small nod.

"You're right, Cobb, hurrying too much is only bound to end in trouble."

"And dyspepsia!" Cobb smirked toothily in reply.

"And that," I replied quickly.

*

"I SEEEEET FIREEEE TO THE RAIN AND I THREW US INTO THE FLAAAAMEESSS"

We were back to the armchairs, me and Victor, while Cobb continuing his noisy dishwashing in the kitchen, a few feet away, which was not enough to lessen the volume of his off-key singing in the least. Victor's eyes were flat, so flat that they were causing his glasses to become crooked on his muzzle. I had the urge to straighten them out, but stopped, considering that it was more than possible that Cobb might suddenly take out a camera and immortalize our romantic moment for the years to come.

"You look well-eaten," I smiled at Victor, slumped in his own leathery comfy chair.

Victor's paw made a weak flick on its place on the pawrest.

"There's no claiming that the food is bad," he replied, "and besides, after today it's back to cooking for myself, so might as well enjoy it."

I tapped his ankles with my paw, quickly, so that Cobb wouldn't notice, and smiled.

"Well, I could try my paw at it, if you like...if you'd want me to...tomorrow, maybe..."

"Soup and salad!" Victor chuckled, and before Cobb would have a chance to see that any hanky-panky was going on, quickly patted my arm. "Promise me that it'll be a very light soup and plenty of salad. Even I have my limits to the amounts of thick meat I can swallow."

My sheath twitched at the words that were meant completely innocently, of course, I was sure of that, but heard by me, and spoken by Victor, they suddenly gained a whole new meaning. Damn...my cheeks were heating up too...and that might not be just the words...could be Victor's scent, too, strong and nice...or the sight of him in that shirt... shit, it would be very difficult to NOT engage in any particular hanky panky during the night. Maybe I should've declared that I would sleep on the couch...hmm..

No.

That wouldn't do. I would sleep with Victor, because that's why I was here for, and I was not going to be telling myself that were things I could or could not do, simply because Cobb happened to be here. Sleeping with Victor was just normal, natural, and nothing Cobb could complain about...not to mention some making out, or catching a feel of Victor's rump, maybe...maybe two feels...three feels...

Shhhhhhh....it.

"WATCHED IT POUR AS I TOUCHED YOUR FAAAACE..."

Victor's amusing eyes flicked down at yet another chorus.

"He got that album for me as a gift and has been playing it every night while cooking," Victor said with a weary tone, before his voice, still very soft, started to go...

"Let it burn while I cried...'cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name."

"LET IT BUUUUUURN WHILE I CRIEEEEED - HEHHEY!" Cobb exclaimed suddenly, rushing to stand by the kitchen counter to get the best line of sight upon us two.

My Dobie smirked.

"Yeah, Cobb, I know all the lyrics by now, too," Victor said.

Cobb waved his soapy brush at us and grinned.

"Well, now you've got something to serenade Rory with!" the thick Dobie rumbled before he turned back to his foamy sink.

"WHEEERE I FEEELT SOMETHING DIIIIIE..."

Whatever you could say about Cobb singing, Victor sounded nice when he sang.

Really nice.

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