Road rovers Fic 1
First of all, i obviously don't own Road Rovers, or any of the characters used in here. I was in no way involved in the production of Road Rovers, and am not involved with then in any way. I'm writing this for fun, not money. This is the first of hopefully many fanfics i'll write and put up here due to the trouble i have in finding fanfics. I'm starting with Road Rovers basically because I love Exile. As you'll see soon i'm sure, I love all huskys. Anyway, on to the story.
*Generic warning follows*
Caution!: This story contains Gay sex...go away or enjoy! (that wasn't so bad)
The snow fell peacefully just outside of the small clear window, framed with the dark brown wood that was the source of shelter. Exile and Hunter had been living hidden high in the rocky mountains for two years now, given permanent leave from their team when a particularly trying mission had taken its' toll on them. The organization they worked for had accomadated them with a lush hideaway disguised as a simple cabin built on a small flat. In reality, there was an entire compound beneath the simple looking wooden building with full pluming, heating, electricity and other modern conveniences.
Hunter was down there now, probably watching TV, working out, or doing something on the computer. The two of them made good companions, partially due to their troubled past that they had pulled each other out of, but also because they shared many of the same ideals and similarities of interest. They both loved both the snow and the water. Swimming, skiing, snowboarding, snowmobiling, and all things revolving around either were fine to them. They shared a love for activity, for keeping themselves healthy and lean, and a love for the martial arts, which they practiced daily together.
Hunter however, was into music, while Exile was more into writing. He'd sit for hours, watching the snow fall outside in silence, before an idea would hit and he'd bee absorbed in his writing for hours on end. Something about it's slow, graceful descent calmed him, reminded him of a place deep inside him, perhaps a memory of home in Siberia, that was truly peaceful. Although they were fully accamodated, Exile and Hunter chose to work hard for their food and personal safety. This was the result of their shared ideal of hard work being a constant in life. They collected and chopped back up firewood should their power fail. They hunted and stockpiled extra food, they did everything required to survive in such a harsh environment, and they did it all together.
There relationship was purely as friends, yet more as brothers. Their bond was tight, and their trust of each other absolute. They loved each other without question, but neither would take it any farther than friendship.
"How much do you think we'll get today?" Hunter asked as he ascended the stairs into the quaint yet false cabin that Exile sat within watching the sun shed beauty itself upon the world. He was a tall golden retriever. He shared the often jovial mood of his breed, as their large caring eyes. His body was lean, coursing with muscle hidden beneath a sweatshirt and long loose pants.
Exile the bulkier husky turned from the window with cold, sharp eyes. An image of Hunter with his tail between his legs and blood on his face flashed before Exile's eyes. A bit of the sharpness left them.
"I still remember it." He said.
"I'll never forget it." Hunter agreed. The two of them had been imprisoned and tortured for refusing to reveal the location of their teammates. Together they had escaped and then were given their leave from the team when they proved changed men. They missed their teammates terribly. "How much?" Hunter asked repeating the question.
"If it keeps up, it will likely reach another foot by tomorrow." Exile's english had improved dramatically over the last few years. He still had a strong accent, but his understanding of the language was nearly flawless now.
Hunter gave a huge stretch and groaned. Exile watched as he flopped down onto the couch beside him. "Good thing we have so much food stockpiled."
"We'll be fine." Exile agreed. "Get anything good down, down there?" Exile asked, venturing a guess that Hunter had been recording his music as he sometimes did.
Hunter shook his head. "Nah, you?"
Exile shrugged. He hadn't written much that day, although the day previous he couldn't stop. "It's not so dark anymore." Exile said softly, his deep voice in control.
"Really? That's good." Hunter responded in a caring tone. Exile had once let hunter read an entire collection of his writings. Hunter had worried for his friend, for the writings were surprisingly dark. "You wanna go work out?" He asked.
Exile stood, stretching down to his toes then reaching up towards the sky. His back cracked and he smiled in amusement. His head snapped down with sudden energy. "Let's do it."
Hunter pushed himself up from his chair. "Can't be lazy anymore." They quickly made their way down into their 'basement' which was more like a YMCA. The entire thing was easily the same size as a recreation center, complete with a weight room, a pool, a sauna, a shower, a dojo, and a gym style court with basketball lines painted on the ground.
They made their way into the locker rooms that were at the center of the underground complex. Exile pulled off his zipper hoody and threw it into one of the countless empty lockers. Hunter did the same with his sweatshirt and removed his pants to reveal his furred legs protruding from short black running shorts. Exile stretched his arms back, keeping his long pants on, but now wearing only a very short sleeved t-shirt. His muscles bulged and tightened the once loose sleeves.
Both he and Hunter had worked out with more consistency then ever before. Their chests had broadened and their muscles had grown beyond even what they had been while working with their team. Hunter bounced momentarily on the hard tile floor, his white T-shirt matching Exiles jumped up and down with him. He shook his head for a moment then looked to Exile.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Let's do it." Exile repeated.
The pad let forth a clap like thunder as Exile's sweat covered fist slammed into it from the side. He drew back his hand, liquid dripping from every inch of him, and threw the hook again. He drew his right foot back, just before sending it flying for the pad with enough force to shatter stone. Hunter however held firm behind the thick pad, skidding only a little under the force of the Siberian's powerful strikes.
First weights, then laps, then more weights, then martial arts was their workout. They had already spared, and worked in the air. They had already worked against the pad, and just now were finishing. Breathing heavily, the Husky leaned over, putting his hands on his legs and letting a flow of sweat fall from his face onto the matted floor.
"That's enough, my friend." He said between breathes. Hunter dropped the pad limply to his side, his breathe running as quickly as his friends.
He slapped a hand onto Exile's back, then wrapped it around his shoulder and pulled him upward. He squeezed him tight to keep the bigger canine from falling. "You'll catch your breathe faster if you stand tall." Hunter counciled with a smile. Their hearts were beating fast for more reason's than just their tough workout. Exile shook the sweat from his face.
"We go longer each time." He said triumphantly. Hunter nodded his agreement, and they started towards the showers. Hunter never took his arm away from Exile, although it was clear that it was not needed beyond the pull that put the Husky upright. Once in the locker room, Hunter finally let go and walked to his own locker, while Exile, facing the other way, opened his. Exile pulled his drenched shirt from his body and dropped it on the bench behind him. Hunter did the same, pausing as he dropped his shirt to watch his friend for just a moment.
The blue fur of Exile's back was somehow enticing to him, as was the line of white fur he could see creeping in around the edges of Exile's sides and from his arm pits. He turned away quickly as Exile paused in his undressing to breath. The ripped husky moved to the tank of water they kept just to the side of the lockers, and lowered his head to recieve water straight from the tap. He walked back to his locker, and reached for the waist band on his pants, but paused. He felt somehow scrutinized and examined, and a little embaressed.
It was true, he had only been nude before his friend twice before, both on days when neither had the strength to push themselves upstairs to wash in private, but still there was no reason for this trepidation. he sighed and pulled his pants down to his ankles, then stepped out of them. His boxers were tight to his body with sweat, and he felt even more exposed. A strange tingling in his groin occurred as he reached for the waist of the boxers and began pulling on them. Unknown to him, Hunter was watching carefully as the boxers slipped down past the muscled, rounded rear of the astonishing Husky.
Even from his slight angle, Hunter could see the base of the white furry balls that hung low below the husky, and the white fur that lead from his inner thighs into the crevice beyond. Hunter scolded himself for such thoughts and he turned back to his locker. Now it was his turn. His shorts were gone, and now it was time to remove his briefs that were growing increasingly tighter. He glanced over his shoulder as Exile walked nervously out of view and into the public showers, and Hunter breathed a sigh of relief.
He dropped his briefs slowly, and his light balls finally fell loose of their prison, hanging freely and tinted a bit more yellow then gold like the rest of him. His sheath was tingling and twitching, but not yet swollen. Why was he so attracted to his friend all of a sudden, and why was Exile feeling something as well. Hunter knew from the smell in the air, from the feeling of tensness that the husky felt something too. He was sure of it.
He didn't go upstairs to shower on his own, but instead went to join his friend, his comrade and companion in the shower.
"What's wrong?" Hunter asked after only a moment of silence.
"I don't know, do you?" Exile asked in response.
"It's odd." Hunter said. Exile agreed. "We're in tune enough with each other to know that something is different, but not so in tune to speak it aloud, or even in our minds." Hunter finished.
"I've been speaking it, and feeling it in my mind." Exile announced. He began to turn to face Hunter, who looked over his shoulder. Exile's stomach felt light and exited when he saw that Exile's sheath was swelling quickly. He looked up to Exile's eyes, and saw a bit of emberessment in them. He turned to reveal that his sheath too was swelling with excitement.
"What should we do?" Exile asked, a little less nervous, though his legs were shaking. Hunter looked up and down the Husky for a moment, astonished by the well toned bulk of the male before him, and the wonderful white fur that led up from his groin and balls to cover his entire chest where a bit of extra thick hair protruded from his pecks and between them. The husky's eyes were captivating.
"Do you want to do it?" Hunter asked. Exile's heart leaped. He moved forward slowly and carefully, reaching out to touch his friend. Hunter didn't move, and Exile's hand planted softly in his chest fur. Hunter reached out and rested his hand on Exile's shoulder. Exile's hand ran down Hunter's chest, and ran towards it's final destination. Hunter breathed quickly in excitement and nervousness. Finally Exile reached the tip of Hunter's sheath and slowly pressed his finger's too it. A bit of pink popped through almost instantly.
Exile continued past the sheath and rubbed down to Hunter's balls. He grasped them in his hand, feeling them all the way around and massaging them lightly. Hunter, embraced Exile suddenly, pushing their growing member's together. He reached down and felt Exile's growing hard on, and as had just been done to him, he grasped the white furry balls of his best friend and massaged them gently.
"What do we do?" He asked suddenly.
Exile raised his arms. "Do what you want." He announced. "I have no idea what to do, so please, do as you will." Hunter was surprised by his trust, but in truth he had little more knowledge of what to do next than his friend. He knew only the obvious. Hunter fell to his knees, and reached a hand up under Exile. Reaching for the husky's tail hole, Exile raised his tail to accomodate. Hunter found the tight puckered tail hole quickly and began pressing against it with his index finger. Exile's member, now right in his face, slipped completely free of it's sheath and grew to a healthy eight inches before Hunter's very eyes. His cock did about the same, growing to a seven inch length of equal bredth and girth.
Hunter pushed harder, wanted to fit his fingers into Exile and begin their newest comunion together. Exile held soap down before his face. Hunter took the soap and covered first his fingers then his friend's tail hole with it. He pushed hard, and this time his first finger slipped in. Exile grunted slightly, but made no protests, so Hunter pushed deeper. Deeper and deeper until his finger was entirely embedded into Exile. He pulled it back and then pumped it back in three or four times, before pushing his middle finger up beside his index.
Slowly, very slowly, he began pushing with his second finger to gain entrence. Exile grunted and groaned as his tail hole was stretched, but again made no actual protest to Hunter continued. Hunter opened his mouth nervously and slipped the tip of Exile's cock in between his lips. It took considerably force, but within a minute he was pumping Exile with his index and middle fingers and pre was running off of exile's cock and into Hunter's mouth. The water was turned on and the room was growing steamier and hotter with each passing second. Hunter pulled his fingers free of Exile's rear and stood. He turned from his friend and bent over, opening his tail hole and spredding his legs to his friend.
"We'll learn at the same time as equals." Hunter announced. Exile paused only a moment, then covered his hands thuroughly with soap, then ran his hand up and down over Hunter's tail hole. He pushed his first finger into hunter easier than hunter had pushed into him, and he began pumping him for a moment. He reached under and fondled with Hunter's balls, increasing his pleasure and the amount of pre that fell from his slick cock head.
Exile started pushing with his second finger, and soon had it in place with his first. Hunter groaned endlessly, clenching down hard on Exile's fingers.
"Shall I stop?" Exile asked alarmed.
"Please no." Hunter pleaded. "Continue." At that command Exile began finger fucking his friend with increasing pace. "Exile." Hunter said, stopping the husky in mid movement. "I want you inside of me." He announced. "Please, not just your fingers." Exile, as nervous as he had ever been, pulled his fingers from Hunter's rear. Hunter immediately began backing up against Exile, then paused when he felt Exile's cock tip at his entrance.
"Ready?" Exile asked.
"Let's do it." Hunter said in return, quoting his friend from earlier that night with a smile. Exile's smile joined his friends and he began pushing forward. As Exile pushed forward Hunter pushed back, opening his mouth in a groan then moans as more and more of Exile's member stretched his tail hole wider and wider. Exile grabbed onto Hunter's hips and helped him push onto his husky cock. After a full minute Hunter was finally hilted on Exile's cock and they paused for a moment.
"It hurts at first," Hunter warned his friend. "but then it's amazing."
"Should we switch?" asked the still nervous Exile. Hunter shook his head.
"Finish up." Exile began to pull out slowly, then pushed himself back in with an excrutiatingly slow speed. He quickened his pace as he pulled back and pumped inward again. He reached around and began jacking Hunter off, loving the warmth of the cock in his hand. He paced it so as he fucked forward his hand pulled downward, then pulled up as he pulled back. He fell into a rythm and began expertly fucking the best friend of all his life. Minutes passed and they began to feel their climaxes approaching.
"Exile." Hunter muttered.
"Hunter." Exile responded between fucks. Like a spear ropes of cum burst forth from Hunter's cock and splattered against the ground of the shower. His ass clentched down tight on Exile, and threw him over the edge as well. He spewed cum into his friends ass, some of it dripping out from around his cock and falling to the floor to join with Hunter's. After some moments, Exiled pulled back form his friend, utterly exhausted but completely satisfied. Exile fell to his rear, and Hunter turned, sitting to face his friend.
They were silent for a moment.
"So...what did we..." Exile began to question.
"Don't question it." Hunter said raising a hand. "I love you. And you love me. This is what happens between people when there is the right kind of love."
"I didn't know it was that kind of love." Exile said.
Hunter's eyes met Exile's "Neither did I."
They returned upstairs after actually showering, finding that it was quite late at night. Both extremely sore, Hunter more so then Exile, they retired to bed right away, though neither could sleep right away as thoughts of the other pierced their minds. What had happened? Why had they suddenly been so attracted to one another? Was what they were doing right? Should they ignore their feelings or continue to pursue them? Exile wasn't sure, but as he lay in bed, thinking, he smiled and pulled his hands behind his head. He had found some happiness in his new expanded closeness with Hunter, and that was enough for the moment.
Well that's it. Didn't plan on putting so much emotion into it, but hey, i never know how it'll come out until the end. Anyway let me know what you think.
Well that's it.