Home Again
***Author's note: I fixed the spacing problems, so it should be easier to read now. :)
Brom had been on the road for sixteen days, doing some out-of-state gigs with his band. Finally, he was back, driving his Bronco into the parking lot of the apartment complex he lived in with his lover, Ian.
Since before they'd moved in together, they hadn't spent more than two days apart. Brom was proud of having been celibate while he was gone, except for his jerking off in the shower of the hotel room. Several attractive young girls --wannabe groupies-- had offered him their bodies, but he'd politely declined, saying he already had someone back home that he wouldn't cheat on. Not that it hadn't been tempting.
Unlike Ian, Brom hadn't completely sworn off women. Ian, however, hadn't been with one and he wasn't planning on changing that. Not that Brom cared. He was laid back, comfortable with letting everyone do their own thing. Rarely was there an argument between Ian and he, let alone a fight.
The dog stopped reminiscing and killed the engine. Home was only a few seconds away, so he hopped out and ran up to the door, leaving his kit in the truck. He didn't feel like messing around with his keys, so he started banging on the door. He leaned against the jamb to wait. The door popped open, and a pair of gold eyes peeked out. They smiled and the door opened the rest of the way.
It was Colleen, a friend of theirs. "Brom!" she said, and gave him a hug. He squeezed back and kissed the squirrel's cheek. "It's good to see you. How were the shows?"
"Oh, they were great," he replied. "All of them were outdoors, and I love playing outside, so it was awesome. And the other guys did great, too." The last bit he said with a smile.
"That's good to hear," Colleen said. "I wish I could have seen them, but I need to keep my job."
"That's fine," said Brom, patting her shoulder. "Is Ian here?" He figured his lover would have been breaking down the door.
Colleen shook her head. "Actually, he's not. He got called in to work at the last minute. He should be back around 6:30."
"I guess I'm in luck, then," Brom said, taking his pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. "He hates it when I smoke
around him, and since there's only one left..." He popped it in his mouth and lit it. "Think you could give me a hand with my set?"
"Of course." Colleen followed him down to the Bronco and he opened the back. They brought his drumkit in in a few minutes, and he slammed the door shut again. He tossed the butt of his cigarette and leaned against the truck.
"Thanks, Col," Brom said. "By the way, why are you here?"
The young squirrel scratched her face sheepishly. "They wouldn't renew my lease for my apartment, so Ian said I could stay until I found another place. I hope that's okay with you."
"I'm sorry," he said, giving the girl a hug. "Yeah, I don't care. He put you in the studio?"
She nodded. "It gets real quiet in there."
"Eight inches of the heaviest soundproofing," Brom said. "Damn well better be. Cost a pretty penny, too."
"You guys are so great," she said, giving him another hug. "Thank you so much."
"Let's get inside," said Brom. "I'll get cleaned up before Ian gets back, maybe I can set up my kit, too."
They went back up and Brom went back to the bedroom. He noticed a couch was missing from the den, but found it again in the studio. He took a pair of boxers from his drawer and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and cleaned off the grime of the past few days.
He'd been so busy, he hadn't had time to shower since the last performance the afternoon before, so it felt good to get everything off. He felt the urge to masturbate, but knew all he had to do was wait until later. There was an alternate reason for putting Colleen in a soundproofed room.
Brom turned the off the water and toweled off. He put on the boxers and walked back to the bedroom, where he put on a nice pair of jeans, a pair of socks, and a white T-shirt. He returned to the bathroom, where he applied a bit of the cologne Ian bought for him. It was a gentle, musky smell, and drove Ian crazy every time he put it on.
He walked back out to the den/dining room to check on Colleen, who was curled up on the couch watching TV.
"Oh, just so you know," she said, turning around to see him, "I'm going out around 7:30 tonight, so I'll be out of you guys' hair until around one, and then I'll be going right to bed."
Brom smiled. "All right." He went into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. He cracked it and wandered into the studio. He started setting up his kit, and was finished in twenty minutes. He checked his watch. It was 6:20. Ian would be coming home in a few minutes.
To pass the time, he closed the door and sat down at his drums. He picked up the sticks and started playing a simple beat, which gradually became more and more complex, but he stopped before he went nuts and exhausted himself. He finished his beer and went out again.
"How loud was it?" he asked.
"I heard a little," she said, "but it was like you were playing a CD in the bedroom, or something."
"Good. I'm always worried I play too hard when I get back from a show."
"Have the neighbors ever complained?"
"Not about the music."
Colleen decided to shut up. They heard footsteps coming up to the door, the knob turned, and Ian came inside. He was tall, but not quite as tall as Brom, and a little slimmer. He wore a pair of khaki's and a black shirt, his work attire, which went nicely with his white-blonde fur.
He smiled when he saw Brom, who jogged up to him. They embraced, and kissed. It was a long, quiet kiss. No feeling each other up, grabbing at the other's crotch, tugging at their tail. Just a plain, deep, romantic kiss. Ian put his face in his lover's shoulder.
"It's good to see you again," he said, his voice muffled through the shirt and muscle. "I missed you so much."
"I know," said Brom. "I missed you, too."
They parted and Ian walked to the kitchen. "So I guess Colleen told you about her situation."
"I did," she called.
"And I'm still sorry about that happening," Ian called back. "It really sucks. I had that happen to me a few years ago. Had to move back in with my parents, and you know how happy they are with, well, me."
Brom nodded and leaned against the refrigerator.
Ian turned around so they faced each other. "So, how was everything?"
Brom gave a detailed account of the past two weeks. About how wonderful playing outdoors is, how perfectly everything went, and also a description of the other bands they played with. Ian pushed him aside to get into the fridge, and pulled out some meat for a sandwich. He prepared it while listening to his lover speak enthusiastically.
"You want one?" he asked, indicating his quick meal. Brom finished with he and Colleen bringing in the drumset, and went to making his own.
"Colleen, anything to eat before you go?" Ian called.
"No, thanks," she said, "I'm getting dinner with John tonight. Oh, I should be going. I'll see you guys in the morning." She got up, threw on a jacket, and disappeared out the door. It was only seven, but she knew they would want some time to themselves.
They both finished eating as fast as possible, knowing full well what the other wanted to do.
Ian walked up to his lover and held him tight. Brom smiled and put his hand on the back of Ian's head.
"I missed something while I was gone," Brom said quietly.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Not once while I was gone."
"What about by yourself?"
Brom laughed. "Well, I'm not perfect. I'll try harder next time."
Ian laughed, too. "I really don't care. You know that. You could fuck whoever you wanted to, and I'd still love you this much."
"You know who I want to fuck right now?" Brom asked quietly.
"Have you seen him on TV?" asked Ian. "Or maybe in one of the apartments around here?"
Brom playfully bared his teeth. "Maybe, but I guess I'll have to make do with you." He pushed him into the kitchen counter and starting kissing him, reaching his tongue down as far as it would go, feeling his own throat probed in return. He quickly untucked Ian's shirt, and stripped his own off, while staying connected to his lover as much as possible.
Ian unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground. He ran his hands along Brom's tightly muscled back, then up his sides. The taller one tensed in response.
"That tickles," he said between a kiss. Ian just smiled and ran his hands up his lover's stomach and chest. All of it was as hard, as if he were carved from wood. Ian stopped kissing Brom's mouth and started kissing his chest. He went down, kissing in the valley between his pecs, then licking his nipples. He kept going, until he came to Brom's waist. He went to unbutton his pants, but Brom pulled him back up, kissing his mouth again.
"Let's take this to the bedroom," he suggested. They picked up their shirts and went into the back.
Ian loved Brom's dark fur. The way it didn't get lighter, except for a small patch on the top of his right foot. He loved the way it felt. It wasn't a greasy, short hair, but not a long hair, either. It was somewhere in the middle, and beautiful.
Brom pushed the lighter dog onto the bed, his right hand interlocked with Ian's left. They kept kissing, more passionately than before. Brom unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off, straddling Ian in his boxers.
"I can think of a million terrible things I want to do to you," he whispered into Ian's ear. "But I think I'll only do two or three."
"Only two or three?" Ian said. "You going to bed early?"
"And we can go all of tomorrow, too," said Brom, "but tonight, I only want to go a few times, because I'm tired. Not too tired, of course."
Ian unbuttoned his pants while they kissed again. His cock was already out of its sheath. Brom slid down and licked it for a few seconds. Ian sighed and made a slight moan.
"I'm going to have you screaming before tonight's over," he said.
"We'll try to get the neighbors to complain, again." Ian took a deep breath as Brom drew his pants down. The dark one started kissing, biting gently at the neck, then worked his way down, kissing his hips, his balls, a gentle lick on his cock. Ian's stomach flexed and he gasped again.
"Have you even jerked off since I left?" Brom asked.
Ian shook his head. "I thought I'd save it for you."
"Oh, now I feel bad."
"Guess you'll have to work it off."
Brom chuckled lewdly and took his boxers off. He lay on top of his lover, their cocks touching and swelling. He gently humped his groin, pushing up off the bed with his arms. Ian closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a silent moan of ecstasy. He gently pushed, switching places.
He went down and took all ten inches of Brom's cock at once. The dark dog almost sat up. A startled yell escaped his mouth, which faded into a low moan. He put his arms behind him and watched as Ian expertly worked. He slid his tongue down to caress his balls, which only made it better.
Ian took him within seconds of climaxing, and he knew when his lover was going to cum. Brom stood up and held the blonde from behind, feeling him breathe. He reached down and started jacking Ian's cock. He rolled his head back, onto Brom's shoulder, breathing through his nose. He closed his eyes and kept himself from cumming.
Ian felt Brom's heavy penis pushing against the cleft in his buttocks. He knew what he wanted. He stopped Brom's hand and dropped to his knees, deciding not to give it to him just yet. He held Brom's knot and started sucking. His tongue covered every inch of the swollen red organ, making it pulse strongly along with Brom's heart.
The dark dog massaged his lover's head and ears, drawing him forward and back, forward and back, moaning loudly, taking deep, heavy breaths. At last, he came. Ian took all he could, swallowing, but some managed to dribble out the sides of his mouth. Brom's shoulders sagged as he panted.
Ian stood up and put his arms around his lover. Brom locked his hands behind Ian's back and held him there for a moment, then he went to his knees.
"Whoa," Ian said, "you sure you want to? I know you don't really like to."
"I want to," he replied, and pulled Ian's erect cock toward him, into his mouth. He took it slowly, working up a lot of spit, then found his lips touching his knot. He massaged it with his tongue, rocked his head back and forth. Ian was careful to stand still, not hump Brom's face. Brom's first attempt at deepthroating, which was before Ian, caused him to throw up all over his stomach. Since then, he didn't do much of that.
Brom could taste and feel the precum trickling down his throat. It was strange, something he wouldn't be able to get used to, but he liked it when it was Ian's. The blonde dog started breathing very heavily, watching the top of Brom's head very carefully.
At last, he came, and he warned his lover. But Brom didn't move. He wanted to taste what Ian was giving him. He let the semen fill his mouth, then he pulled back, letting it hit his chest. He stood and it started covering his own cock.
He leaned forward and kissed Ian, the cum still in his mouth. He hadn't done that before, but the blonde gladly took it, licking it up with his own tongue.
"Since you did something you don't normally do," Ian said, "I'll go ahead and let you do something I don't usually let you do."
"Are you sure?" asked Brom. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'll be fine," replied the blonde. "You know what you're doing, so be nice."
Brom smiled and went into the bathroom. He took a bottle of lubricant from the cupboard and went back into the bedroom. Ian lay on the bed, and turned over, raising up onto his knees.
"Now, you're sure about this?" Brom said, putting a glob of the gel onto the blonde's tailhole.
"I'm positive," Ian replied. "Go ahead."
Brom took his cock and, very carefully, eased it through the entrance. Ian inhaled sharply. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, and I will." Ian nodded, and took more of the dark dog's penis. Brom gave him a little more than half, then started rocking in and out, slowly, so as to not hurt him.
A soft moan escaped Ian's lips, and Brom started to groan. He drove it a little deeper each time he went back in, until he was up to the knot. Ian's cock had swelled again, dripping more precum onto the sheets.
Five minutes had passed. "How're you doing?" asked Brom.
"I'm doing fine," answered Ian. "It's not like it was before. I'm getting into it. You can go a little harder."
And Brom did. Ian wasn't complaining. In fact, he was moaning, sounding like he would cum. He kept going, his breath quickening, the moans intensifying with the sensation.
Ian's back twitched, and he cried out. Brom put his hand under his lover's cock and felt the warm fluid running out of it. He smiled and kept pumping, each thrust making Ian howl in ecstasy. Soon, Both were howling. As Brom came, he slowly pulled out, then lay beside the blonde dog.
"Thanks," he whispered. "You did great."
Ian rolled onto his back. "I haven't cum like that, before. I don't want to do it again tomorrow, or anything, but I'll definitely do it again."
"I'm going to hit the shower," Brom said. "Go ahead and come in when you feel like it."
Ian just lay there, listening to the water run. After a bit, he got up and walked into the bathroom. He wiped the mirror off and stared at himself.
"Are you coming in, or what?" asked Brom.
"Sure," he said, and stepped inside. Brom kissed him, and they held each other.
The running water was the only sound for a few minutes, then Ian said, "I can't believe how much I love you." It was almost a sob. Brom held him tighter, resting his chin on the blonde shoudler. He felt him breathe for many minutes.
"I don't know how much of this 'me-going-out-of-town' we can afford," Brom said. Ian laughed and let go. The dark-furred dog turned off the water and they dried off. They went back to the bedroom.
"You want a go?" asked Brom.
"Why not? We'll need to change the sheets, anyway."
Colleen got back a little after one in the morning, and when she closed the door, she listened carefully. There wasn't any noise at all, except for the refrigerator. A little curious, she went back to the stidio, and peeked in on Brom and Ian.
Both were under the covers, holding each other while they slept. She could have sworn that the sheets were grey earlier, though.