Just Like Old Acquaintances
#31 of Hockey Hunk Season 3
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Well goodness me, I don't think I would have expected that to happen on this funny little Wednesday! Why, why, things like this really put the spring onto your step, don't they?
I even had to glance over my shoulder to make sure that I couldn't still see them, because to miss a chance to give them an extra bye bye wave would have been a pity!
Gliese and Sinclair! How'd that happen? The world really was such a small place nowadays, it seemed to me all sudden. Had the globe really shrunk so much since the last time I trotted around it, or was it just that nothing ever changed in this nice little village called Kirk Town?
I scratched my ear behind my beret and flicked the little plastic thingamabob hanging from my neck to open the door into my office. Look at me now! All chuffed still. Such a shame that they couldn't stay for coffee. I bet they would have so many nice things to tell about their lives, after so many years of nothing as much as...nothing, hahah!
Oh, my...
I put my beret down on top of the plastic skull sitting regally over my filing cabinet before taking onto my workstation. The computer wasn't enticing me today, how could it, after what just happened? Really put the good kind of energy back into your system to have something nice like this happen to you!
Rory Gliese...that funny little lion...he'd grown up a bit, I suppose, was it that I had noticed? Seemed to have filled out a bit, not that I could complain. Such a slinky thing he was when we came here the first time. Not like I was. Oh goodness no, those pounds of mine are long gone, and I'm glad for that.
I tapped my tummy and smiled.
"Well I'll be..."
I leaned back and heard the chair creak once my butt arranged itself nicely onto the gel pillows and I put my paws behind my neck and kicked back, just the way furs in my position were entitled to do in their offices when they were supposed to be doing the really important part of their jobs and dreaming up new explanations to the mysteries of the universe.
Perhaps a slightly more of a microcosmical problem at paw here today, but that could be the key to something much greater, I thought with a pleasurable muzzle over my lips.
"Rory Gliese..." I smacked my lips. "Gleeeeeeezeee...."
My tail flipped pleasantly as I allowed myself to remember.
"Gliese, you really used to take being queer very seriously," I mused, "I guess that's what is always in common for those who come from the little towns...oh yes...silly Gliese...good taste in clothing, though. Guess you can't go wrong when you go with the local fashion. Shame that you don't do it anymore. You sure knew how to carry it with pride! Why were you so boring today, Gliese? Have the horrors of old age come for you prematurely at...how old are you, anyway? Thirty?"
Hmm...well, can't be. He's about my age, after all, I understand, and I'm not thirty, neither do I feel a day over twenty.
I chuffed and smirked.
"Prematurely old...well, happens to the best of us."
My eyes lingered on the computer for a moment. The screensaver was on, and it was composed of the text slowly floating across the display and then bouncing from the sides again. It made for an oddly hypnotic watch, when I felt like it. Made your mind float, too, nicely.
TAYLOR UNIVERSITY - Audi alteram partem.
Hmmm.
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I scratched my ear.
"And Sinclair too," I tasted his name in my muzzle. "Sinclair...Sinclair, you're in a poor shape, I see...such a shame. So much vitality in you, back then..."
It hadn't surprised me when he said he wasn't doing well. I could smell it the moment I entered the elevator. Seeping into my nose, acrid and artificial, somehow. That'd explain it. It wouldn't be polite to bring it up in conversation, of course, but I did know. Such a shame. I had no idea that it got this bad. I remember how he had to take one semester off all those years ago but I never understood it went this bad. Such a horrible thought.
"I wonder how you cope..."
I slipped my paw from behind my neck and let it land on my little tummy, and rubbed where I imaged the kidneys were located inside. What a peculiar thought. Having something so foreign grafted onto you. Blood vessels, nerves, tissues, growing around this lump of someone else's flesh, and you know that it's the only thing that keeps you alive. Didn't you need to take pills for it for the rest of your life? Such a scary thought. Poor man. But he still has a job here! That ought to be something to keep him busy. Who would have thought that? Sinclair and Faye, partners in crime?
"Colleague Sinclair..." I mused.
Such a nice thought, to have someone familiar from those years around here as well, if only in spirit. I'd sure have expected him to make good forays into academics, if it wasn't for this unfortunate turn of events. Not the nicest thing to happen to such a nice man, but at least he's got a job. I'm lucky to have a job. He must be very happy to have a job. I really should ask him out for a coffee one day. Really get to hear everything that has been going on here recently, in the city and in general. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
And maybe an answer to the question, also.
"I wonder if you lied to me, Gliese and Sinclair..." I rumbled, "I wonder if you're just shy to say it..."
But why would they? They were always all over each other, almost from the start. Going everywhere together, even when they had...others. There were others, of course there were. I had many others. Never had just one, I suppose. I wonder if they had each other as just one at some point. Never asked them. Why didn't I? We were always hanging around at the same places. We knew all the same queers. Probably did the naughty with the same queers.
I chuckled and smiled to myself.
"All too long since the last time I did the naughty," I spoke.
My paw was there, and it was most natural to scratch my belly, as a result of the presence of those convenient claws. Simple pleasures in life. Bodies were such wonderful things. So much joy in bodies, how you could touch yours and how they fit together onto one another when you wanted to touch another.
Yes.
How we fit together, Liam...in the bed, in the shower, on the kitchen table...what we did with that jar of Nutella...
...oh it was so beautiful for as long as it lasted that it was almost poetic. Not destined for always and ever, obviously, but it was something we good we had, and I can always treasure the moments we spent together, enjoying ourselves. Oh, Liam...my favorite discretion, with the cutest accent and the most exquisite tail...
The rush of arousal was inevitable, but it brought more of a smile from me, rather than the desire to alleviate the issue yet. I wasn't paid for that, and I wasn't quite randy enough to begin to perform indiscretions in my nevertheless private office.
Why, wouldn't that thought put a big smile on the lion's face? It's not as there was any lack of callipygian presence within the walls of my own establishment, now. Oh no, not at all. It is a pleasure to notice that so many of our finest youth are still so interested in the English language and literature and all that entails.
Tails.
Ohh yes...
"Behave, Faye," I told myself.
I might miss Liam and all that we did, but doing is not the entire pleasure, oh, goodness, never! Looking has its own thrill, and how many thrills there are, oh yes, why not? Beauty is in the eye beholder, but when someone is holding so much beauty, it's not difficult to be drawn to it. Perhaps it cannot be helped.
Like the guys today. Sweet mister Stephens and that flamboyant little thing Lambert. I might have been infatuated with a mustelid for quite some time as of recent, but how could a cat forget his nature? Counting all those spots could be considered a prime pastime, as well as considering whether they cover everything, like I have known them to do in a few chosen individuals.
*smack smack*
So went my tail.
"Oh, mister Lambert, I wonder if Miss Reilly knows to be jealous of your posterior..." I grinned.
And that sweet mister Stephens. Something of an enigma, unlike mister Lambert who certainly does not hide his joy in his own body and its potential. Quiet mister Stephens who is slowly starting to break out of the cocoon and embrace the greater world. He could be great.
I'm sure he would.
He might be coming around a bit slowly but he sure is making a good effort at it. Having that boy around must help.
"Kjeeeroulf."
What a shame. A doctor of philosophy in the arts of language and I can't figure my tongue around those two little Scandinavian syllables. What an embarrassment, especially since our Norwegian cat is so much joy to have around. No wonder little Stephens is so taken by him. I sure would be if I was ten years younger.
I chuckled.
"Well...five years younger."
My tail swept the floor.
Everything to think about mister Lambert could be thought about this Hawk-on boy as well. What a male. Different kind of beauty to mister Lambert. Strength and innate grace versus the dancer that is Lambert. Though Hawk-on is making good progress on that as well.
"And that rump..."
It had to be said.
Such a joy.
Such a beautiful joy.
And a fine reminder what some gym could do. It wouldn't do me good to let myself go all flabby again. Goodness knows I did it easily!
I wonder whom I could ask for the name and address of a nice gym around here. The campus probably had a few, anyway.
"I wonder if Speller knows..."
My phone was in my suitcase, and it seemed to be an awfully lot of work to get it out. I could ask Speller later in the afternoon, if he'd be still around when I came back to the faculty. The danger of running overtime with those furs was always there, but I didn't mind. There was always so much fun going on, and to see all the progress that happened every week, especially now that it was early days, was so much a joy. The love of discovery in their eyes and the sweat and the sublime allure of the arcane.
"This is so much fun that I ought this for a living if I didn't do it for a living," I mused happily.
Creak, creak. The chair might've been comfy but it was noisy, too. I remember this chair I got in my own college dorm -
Knock, knock.
Well, well, isn't this nice! He must be here already.
"It's open, dear! Come in!" I called out.
I stood up to greet my guest probably, and wasn't disappointed when the glinting eyes met mine across the room.
"There you are!" I susurrated.
"Nicholas, hi!" the otter murmured.
We moved towards one another and I put my paws on his shoulders and kissed the air over each of his cheeks and purred and smiled and smelled some very nice fur conditioner, the whiff of which had to be originate from that slick lick of hair over the top of his head. Black leather, too. Nice! He sure hadn't forgotten how to dress!
"Demetrius," I murmured once our greeting was done and we were standing in a comfortable proximity, my eyes and ears and tail alive with the pleasure of reunion after...three days.
"Nicholas!" he singsang.
"Faye," I smirked.
Demetrius licked his lips and I could see the glint of that curious ornament, flicking about.
"Faye," he said.
My eyes dropped to the side to spy on the big aluminum case he was carrying on one paw, and my smile got even wider.
"You got your kit there!" I smiled.
Demetrius winked.
"Oh yes," he said. "Got everything we need, and I've been reviewing all week."
"That's fantastic," I smiled. "Are you all ready to do your magic?"
He licked his lips again.
"Sure do!"
I smiled and began to unbutton my shirt.
"How much time do we have?" Demetrius asked.
"Two hours, is that alright?" I asked.
Demetrius chuckled.
"I think I can manage with that," he winked again. "Can I put this onto the table?"
Off the buttons went.
"Sure!" I smiled. "And oh dear dear me! Can't forget the camera. Hold on, I've got it right here..."
"No rush, Faye" he said to me as I moved across the room, and gave the table leg a nice little pat with that tail of his.
The shirt was off in a flick of my shoulders.
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