Three Furs, One House
#12 of Three Furs, One House
Three Furs, One House- Chapter 12
I woke up to the sensations of someone playing with my sheath.
Alex, who had woken up before me, had wiggled his way down the bed and into my boxers, where his paw was gently fondling me.
I felt myself start to slip out as he increased the speed of his stroking, letting out a soft needful growl in the process.
"Somebody's awake, hmm?" I heard him snicker as he continued.
I arched my back slightly as I feel my member enveloped by warm wetness. I felt his smooth, wet tongue sliding up and down me, and it's all I could do not to lose myself in orgasm right then and there.
I could hear Alex murring softly, even through the thick comforter and sheets. He must have been hungry for me, because I didn't think I'd ever seen him that aggressive.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to the brink, and Alex must have done as well, because he suddenly stopped and his head popped out from under the blankets.
"Morning," he said cheerily, as if everything was normal.
I couldn't help laughing at the notion. He had a little glob of my pre stuck to his muzzle and his whiskers were dropping from the weight of being damp.
"What?" he whined, feigning a hurt look.
I didn't bother responding, preferring instead to mash my muzzle against his in a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced around each others, seemingly for ages.
He broke the kiss after a few minutes, and ran his furry paws up and down my sides. I laughed, unable to resist being tickled.
Now that I was yiffy, I felt the urge to flip him off me and dominate him. But I didn't. Instead, I reached down with a free paw and grasped his cock.
He gasped, and I grinned mischievously.
I stroked him, noting that every time I reached his tip, he would let out a soft moan and that his muzzle would jerk upwards slightly.
With my other paw, I stroked up and down his long, fluffy tail, tip to base.
I couldn't help but notice how well-built he was. Six years of being an Army Ranger, plus several more before that, had removed every ounce of fat from his frame, leaving him muscular and toned. I saw the muscles ripple beneath his thick, luscious coat of silvery fur. I'd seen this all before, but I never grew tired of looking. I'd once seen him straight-up pick up the back end of my Porsche. That's how strong he was.
I ran a paw down his chest. His fur was as silk, strong as hell, but still soft and fluffy.
He grinned down at me, then lifted his body and positioned himself directly over my cock.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"You bet," I whispered.
I felt the tip of my throbbing cock poke at his tail hole before sliding deep inside, lubricated by my pre and his saliva. He let out a soft gasp as I entered him, going all the way up to my knot.
He settled there a moment, just to get used to my size, then stared to steadily move his hips up and down. After a minute, I began to thrust, timing each one with his downward motion.
His moans became pants, his pants became gasps as we both struggled for breath. The feeling of sex, regardless of when, was an extraordinary one, and I loved it.
As we both started to get closer and closer to our climaxes, my pace became quicker, rougher. I slammed deep inside him, swelling knot rapping at his tail hole.
"Holy shit," I muttered under my breath.
I felt myself at the brink, and with one last titanic thrust, sank to the hilt inside him, knot and all. Prismatic flashes of light went across my vision and I came.
* * *
An hour later, I sat at Harbor City Raceway, watching as Tesla completed his forty-second lap of the day. He was still setting down blazing times, and had three times broken his own record.
I smiled, slipping a paw into my suit jacket's pocket to feel the small velvet lined box inside. It contained our engagement rings, and today was going to be the day that I proposed. I just had to figure out how to do so.
I was so lost in my brainstorming that it took three calls for Swiff to finally get my attention.
"Huh? What?" I stammered, coming back to the present.
"I said, Tesla's about had it for the day. He's coming in." I detected the note of irritation in the cheetah's voice.
"Oh, okay," I said. "Before you go, Swiff, I need to talk to ya."
"You know where to find me."
The radio went silent and I watched Tesla's bright orange and blue car come flying around the first corner before ducking into the pits.
The screech of tires accompanied me as I climbed down to track level.
"You're doing extremely well, Tes. I'm proud of ya."
He beamed. "Is there anything else you need from me today?"
"Come by my office in an hour and we'll talk."
His ears drooped a little, and I could tell that he thought he was in trouble.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble for anything. I wanted your opinion on something."
"Oh, okay," he said, perking back up.
He drove the Maserati into the garage and got out, presumably to go into the locker room, shower, and change back into his street clothes.
I went into the garage, finding Swiff immersed in his laptop. He looked up when I made a loud noise, swatting a rack of wrenches hanging on pegs.
"What's up?" he asked.
My will to speak deserted me, and all I could really do is pull the ring box out of my pocket and show it to him.
"You're gonna propose to Alex?" he said, looking down at the beautifully crafted rings.
"Yeah."
"How?"
"I don't know yet."
Swiff tut-tutted. "Ricky, come on, dude, you've been dating the guy for almost seven months now. Surely you have an idea."
"I've got nada," I said, wilting. "And don't call me Shirley."
"Smartass."
"Still, will you help me out?"
"Yeah, man, I will. I'll keep me and Reks out of the house tonight."
"We're not even gonna be in it."
"Oh."
"I'm pretty sure I'm gonna take him to a Chaos Theory show. Charlie said a while back that he'd help me out when this came up."
"What else are you planning?"
"I have no idea," I admitted.
"Try taking him to Four Seasons."
"Are you shitting me? I can't get a reservation until next month!"
"Then try Avicii. They take reservations and they'll dump the nobodies."
"I don't want to do that to someone. What if they're doing the same thing I am? That'd be a shitty thing to do."
"Cook then. You know what he likes to eat. Cook, have a bottle of expensive wine, go yiff, and then hit the concert."
I thought that through. While it was true that I like to make big events out of things that ought to be big, simple, but tasteful things tend to work better.
"I guess I can do that."
"Go do it then. And good luck. From me and Reks."
"Thanks, Swiff." I embraced the tall, lanky cheetah in a hug before heading back to my office for my chat with Tesla.
* * *
I got off work an hour later and on my way home, stopped at Walmart for the food and wine, and then at a flower store for some flowers for the evening.
Alex wasn't home when I got there, and I smiled. Things were working for me. I threw the food in the fridge and set the flowers in an expensive cut-crystal vase on the counter.
The rest of the day I spent cleaning and repairing the vast amount of guns I had in the vault. I paid particular care to the Beretta 92SF that I liked to carry in unsafe parts of the city, and to the handful of pistols and rifles concealed in little hiding places all over the house.
By the time six o'clock rolled around, I had finished oiling and cleaning every weapon in the house, and was becoming a bit restless.
I sat in the living room, idly strumming on Alex's guitar. My fingers picked the strings in a discordant rhythm that resembled nothing ever played before, evidence of my incompetence with a guitar.
Finally, I heard the door to the garage open. My ears perked up at the sound and I couldn't help my tail wagging. I heard him grunt in pain, quite possibly from having bumped his knee or foot against something.
I forced myself to stay on the couch, to act casual. I glanced around as the second door opened, revealing the silvery fur and muscular body of my mate. He looked rather pleased with himself, though I couldn't figure out why.
"Hey hon," I said, continuing to mess around with the guitar.
"Hey babe."
"How was your day?"
"Productive. I have a job interview."
"Really? Where?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Nightshade Security. It's a PMC and bodyguarding company. The CEO is coming over tomorrow night to have the interview."
"That's great hon!"
The fridge door clunked shut as Alex retrieved a beer from the stainless steel box. I heard the hiss of the top as he popped the cap off.
"What do you wanna do tonight?" he asked me after a moment of drinking his brew.
"Let's make tonight a date night. Dinner, a Chaos Theory show, and then 'other things'," I said, putting particular emphasis on the last two words.
I couldn't help but laugh at the way his ears perked up and his grin widened at the mention of sex.
"That sounds awesome! Let me go get dressed!" And he rushed off to change. On the other paw, I was already wearing nice clothes, a sport coat over a midnight blue shirt and pristine blue jeans. I had solid black ear studs in and my watch was a black leather Fossil affair.
Only a few moments later, he returned in a similar outfit to mine, except his accent color was white. He had a massive grin on his face, and behind him, his tail wagged excitedly.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
We made our way down to the garage, me snapping up the keys to my Maserati on the way down.
I unlocked the car and we slid into the seat, buckling up while I start the engine. The supercharged Italian eight-cylinder engine comes to life with a sharp snarl from the exhaust and I back it out of its spot before heading out of the garage.
I'd made the snap decision not to cook on the way home, preferring to save the groceries for the next night. This was a special night, and I was kind of afraid that my still-uncertain cooking skills wouldn't be enough.
I slotted my iPhone into its charger on the dash and pressed the hands-free button on the steering wheel.
"Call Avicii," I said, pronouncing it 'Ah-vee-chi'.
"Calling Avicii," said the computer, which pronounced it 'Ah-vee-see". I sighed. Even after my extensive trials with the computer and speech programs, this word and several others were still pronounced incorrectly.
"Thank you for calling Avicii, this is Miranda, how may I help you?" replied a kind feminine voice.
"Hi, Miranda, my name is Ricky, and I'd like to make a reservation for two at six thirty."
"We have a six fifteen, will that work alright?" she said after a moment, presumably checking the reservation book.
"Yes, that will be fine."
"Alright, we've got your reservation scheduled."
"Thank you," I said, terminating the connection.
I flicked my finger across the touch-screen display on the dash, scrolling through the songs until I hit the one I was after.
Here I am,
This is me,
There's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be.
_ _
Here I am,
It's just me and you,
Tonight we make our dreams come true
_ _
It's a new world,
It's a new start,
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
_ _
It's a new day,
It's a new plan,
I've been waiting for you,
Here I am.
_ _
The light beat and soft soothing voice of the singer relaxed me slightly, preparing me for what we were about to undertake; the joining of two lives into one in the best manner possible.
I knew, and I could say for certain that Alex knew, that today was going to wind up going down in our history as one of the best days in our lives.
Without him noticing, I reached into my pocket and gently touched the box. The thought of the platinum rings concealed inside made me grin.
We made good time to Avicii, arriving a few minutes before our scheduled reservation time. To kill the few minutes left, Alex and I lit up smokes, or as my friend Yavi had called them, 'Cancer'.
Just as we were stubbing out our cancer, the hostess, Miranda, came out and called us.
"Ricky, party of two."
I grinned and stepped forward.
"If you'll please follow me."
And we did, following her through the restaurant to a secluded table near the back.
Our waiter, a slim panther with jet black fur and brown eyes, came by to take our drink order. I kept mine non-alcoholic, due to the necessity of driving, but Alex went for a glass of the house wine, a Burgundy if I remember the wine list correctly.
When the waiter came back with the beverages, we ordered our meals, keen to get out of there and to the Chaos Theory show. I got myself a large steak and Alex had the smoked salmon that Avicii was famous for. It had won awards across the country from some of the most renowned food critics.
The food only took a few minutes to get out to us, which had us both scratching our heads. Avicii wasn't known for that, and it was normal for meals to take up to half an hour to get to the table after being ordered. Five minutes? Really?
Anyway, we both eagerly dug in, devouring and reveling in the exquisite flavors bursting across our tongues. The steak had been cooked flawlessly, and the salmon was flaky and nicely seasoned with Cajun spices. While we ate, we held a long discussion over just about everything possible; Wolfpack Motorsports, food, bills, and other stuff.
After paying the tab, which came out to almost a hundred bucks, plus a twenty dollar tip for the excellent service, Alex and I piled back into the Maserati to drive to the Chaos Theory show.
I slotted into the parking space out front of the House of Blues. I grinned at the irony of the location, seeing that this was where I had met Alex for the first time.
We climbed out of the car, doors closing with solid thunks and I locked it up, stuffing the keys into my pocket.
While we walked through the doors, I pulled out my phone and tapped a quick message on it to Charlie; 'We're here. Thanks for the help, man.'
The reply came quickly. 'We'll call you guys onstage after a few songs. And don't mention it.'
'Think you can play a pair of songs for me?'
He said he would, and I sent him the names of two songs that I felt certain he would know. After thanking him again, I slipped the phone back into my breast pocket and, paw in paw with Alex, we stepped into the concert hall.
The room was packed, as could be expected for a Chaos Theory show. The locals never got tired of seeing Charlie and his band play, and I couldn't help but agree with them. If I was being perfectly honest, if we didn't have our mates, I wouldn't have a single problem walking up to him and asking him out. But, since I did, I wouldn't, because Alex was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I didn't know what I'd do without him. Besides, Charlie had James, and the two of them were madly in love, and I couldn't mess with that. But Charlie was still a hot shepherd.
Fortunately for us, we'd timed our arrival precisely at the end of the opening band, which was, once again, Slaughter and Silence. I waved to my ex as he left the stage, and he disappeared into the back.
A few minutes later, Charlie and the band came out onstage and started getting themselves ready.
"Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!" chanted the crowd, Alex and I included.
"How's everyone tonight?" the famous shepherd called into the microphone.
He was answered by a loud chorus of cheers and applause.
"We've got a pretty good show planned for you guys tonight, but this isn't going to be just any old concert. One of my best friends asked me for a favor, and I'm gonna give it to him here in a bit. So just sit back, and enjoy the ride."
And with that, he started playing. His fingers and paws flew over the strings in a beautifully hypnotic motion, strumming the guitar with an unrivaled passion.
Behind him, Cory strummed his own guitar fiercely. To look at him now, one almost couldn't tell that he had once been severely burned by a Molotov cocktail that had landed at his feet. If you looked close enough, though, you could still pick out the slightly discolored patches of fur and the thin, ropey scars from the surgeries.
Cory's mate, Oz, slapped the bass with an incredible amount of precision. The deep notes accented the guitars perfectly, and the otter never looked more at home.
Behind all of them, Zack pounded away at his drums, the wooden drumsticks a blur in the smoky air.
For the next twenty minutes, the band and the fans rocked out to the amazing music filling the room. I saw Charlie look over at me and wink, and I knew that our slot was about up.
Finally, with one last earsplitting note off his guitar, the room went ballistic from the cheers and applause. I grinned and grabbed Alex's paw, pulling him towards the stage.
"Alright, guys, it's about time for what I mentioned earlier. One of my best buds is in the house tonight and we've got a very special surprise in store. Ricky, get your fluffy tail up here!"
My idea of heading for the stage had been a good one. We didn't have to fight our way through the crowd to get there.
I put my paws on the stage and heaved upwards, pulling my body up until I was kneeling on the stage. I stood up and embraced Charlie in a hug before pulling away with the microphone he held in his paw.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," I said in a slow monotonous voice.
Behind me, I could see Zack and Oz face-pawing.
"Nah, I'm just kidding! What's goin' on, guys!"
The crowd started cheering some then, but it quickly died down.
"You know, I've known this dog for years," I said, hugging Charlie to my side as I spoke, "Ever since high school, actually. He's been a great friend, and he's been there for me whenever I needed him. Like tonight.
"Tonight, I'm going to do something that I never pictured myself having the courage, or the reason, to do. I'm going to step out on a limb here, and I have no idea how well this is going to go. But, the reason I'm here tonight is to try it, and to listen to the music, of course."
The crowd cheered at that.
"But, first, I'm going to tell you a little story; The last time I was at one of these concerts, I met a wolf."
I glanced down into the audience in time to see Alex giving me a 'what-the-hell-are-you-up-to?' look. I shot him a grin back.
"His name is Alex, and at first, I'll admit that I thought he was a pretty decent guy. I didn't think he was my type. But I was wrong, and since I was here last, he and I have gotten closer and closer together. I love him, and I sure as hell know he loves me. Which is why this is about to happen." I glanced down at him again. "Hon, can you come up here please?"
The audience cheered Alex as he came up onstage with me, his ears folded back submissively and a shy look on his face.
"Alex... You know as well as I do what we've done together. We've bonded and loved, fought and argued, but in the end, we've always managed to figure things out and make it right. I was a desperately lonely shepherd when I met you here, and it's due to Charlie that we actually even met in the first place."
Charlie looked uncharacteristically embarrassed to be thrown into the spotlight when it wasn't his turn.
I took Alex's paw and cupped his cheek with the other.
"You've shown me the path that I'd been searching for, and there's no short way for me to do this so I guess I'll just have to get started with it."
Still holding his hand, I got down on one knee and gazed up at him. There was an expression of shock on his face.
"Alex, you mean the world to me, and I can't think of a single other fur I'd rather spend the rest of my life with."
I reached slowly into my pocket and withdrew the small black velvet box. I used a single claw to pop the top open, revealing the platinum rings.
"Will you marry me?"
The room went deathly silent. All eyes were riveted on Alex, keen to hear his answer.
He said nothing for several minutes, just staring at me and the rings in abject shock. I saw a tear form in his eye, and I feared I was about to get rejected in front of Chaos Theory and three thousand other people.
Then; "Yes."
I smiled. He smiled back at me. I gently plucked the ring meant for his paw out of the box and wiggled it onto his finger, working it past the thick fur.
I stood, slipped the other ring onto my own paw, and turned to face the silent audience.
"HE SAID YES!"
The crowd went ballistic again as I turned back to Alex and pressed my muzzle firmly against his.
Behind us, Charlie and Chaos Theory went nuts on their instruments, playing a random melody of love and passion.
The kiss seemed to last ages, and when it finally ended, I looked into Alex's tear-filled eyes with tears in my own.
"I love you," I murmured.
"And I you," he said, and we hugged.
Eventually, we broke apart and departed the stage, re-entering the crowd. Everyone in arms reach clapped us on the backs and shook our paws.
"These next two songs are special request from Ricky and Alex," said Charlie, who too had tears in his eyes. "Guys, thanks for letting us be a part of your day and good luck.
In the darkness of the night,
In the shadows of the dawn,
It's turning black, no looking back,
The sands of time rush on.
_ _
And the day will slowly end,
And the sun will dream to clear,
Well we feel the power of freedom with the dawn of a new day
Whoa...
_ _
As I watched Charlie's fingers fly over the slow love song, I held Alex close to me. He was shaking, and I thought I knew why.
O'er the mountains paved with gold,
Through the valleys of the slain,
Our quest will lead us onwards to the journey of the brave.
_ _
Though the time has come to stand,
For the power we believe,
We will ring the sound of victory for one and all to see,
_ _
Sometimes in your darkest dreams,
You will feel the haunting pain,
Silent tears of your hidden fears come on you once again.
_ _
The beautiful Dragonforce song reminded me of us. There were bodies definitely involved with us, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to be with the handsome wolf before me forever.
At the end of the song, I turned up to Charlie and mouthed, 'Thank you'. He nodded at me and waved me to come up.
He handed me a microphone and leaned close to my ear.
"I hope to God you can sing."
I laughed. "I can hold my own."
And he strummed the intro to the next song.
The opening of the following track made Alex laugh.
I would climb any mountain,
Sail across a stormy sea,
If that's what it takes me baby,
To show how much you mean to me.
_ _
And I guess it's just the wolf in you,
That brings out the sheppie in me,
I know I can't help myself,
You're all in the world to me!
_ _
It feels like the first time!
It feels like the very first time.
It feels like the first time!
It feels like the very first time.
As I stood on stage and belted out the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, I kept my eyes on Alex. He was crying tears of joy and wagging his tail happily.
As the first set of verses wrapped up, I gestured for Alex to come up on stage. He did, and was instantly handed a wireless microphone. With tears in his eyes and love in his heart, he started to sing.
_ _
I have waited a lifetime,
Spent my time so foolishly,
But now that I found you,
Together we'll make history.
_ _
And I know it's just the sheppie in you,
That brings out the wolf in me,
I know I can't help myself,
You're all that my eyes can see.
_ _
It feels like the first time!
It feels like the very first time.
It feels like the first time!
It feels like the very first time.
_ _
I couldn't help but smile at the emotion I could feel in the room. I had planned correctly, and I knew that today would be forever etched into my memory.
* * *
Two hours later, me, Alex, Charlie, James, Oz, Cory, Zack, and Jake were in the back area of the House of Blues, passing around joints and beers like we'd always done.
I got handed a blunt and took a huge toke off it, holding the smoke in my lungs. We'd only been at it for five minutes, and I could already feel the euphoric high come over me, all my worries escaping.
"Who the hell came up with this idea?" asked Jake, who was sitting next to me.
"I did," I said, passing him the roach.
"Well, it was fuckin' awesome!"
I laughed.
"No, seriously, man, it was," insisted Cory, who was sitting in his mate's lap and grinning happily at us. The cheetah looked really emotional at the sight of us fawning over each other.
"It was, babe," Alex agreed, kissing me for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
"Now, I just have one question for ya," Cory said, smiling.
I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.
"Yes."
"Huh?"
"Yes, the answer to your question is yes," I said, laughing.
"How did you know what I was gonna ask?" asked the bewildered cheetah.
"Because I know you. You were gonna ask if you could plan the thing for us, and yes, you can."
Cory's muzzle dropped open, and I had to laugh at the hilarious expression on his face.
"Hey, where'd Jake go?" James asked.
I looked to my side to discover that the little coyote was nowhere in sight.
"Probably the bathroom," I said, lighting myself a smoke.
The hours passed and Jake never returned, though none of us ever noticed. As the time went by, more booze was broken out, and packs of cigarettes were smoked and blunts were rolled. It was a great night, one of the best in my life, and I never wanted it to end.
But, as all good things do, the party started to wind down. We gave ourselves an hour to come down off of whatever we were on, and then decided to head home for the night and reconvene tomorrow morning.
With sleep on my mind and Alex's paw in my paw, we headed for the parking lot. I looked to where I had parked and my jaw dropped.
"Where the hell is my car?!"