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Never Judge A Jock By His Cover (2)

By: Wolfie Steel.

I drive Max back to his home, as I pull up in front of the house I notice one of our trucks parked just across the street which undoubtedly has a shift of two guys watching the house; I point the truck out to Max.

"You see that truck parked opposite us, that is one of our trucks, so even when Jason and I aren't watching you, other members of our staff are, so you have 24/7 safety, obviously we are also trying to find out who sent the note and who tried to sabotage your car, unfortunately the note was written using a computer printer, and so at least for the foreseeable future you will have a round the clock guard, now remember, at the moment as far as your father is concerned Jason and I are just normal, civilian furs, he knows nothing of the real reason for us being here, he certainly knows nothing about that truck, and we'd like to keep it that way"

The young Husky just nods his head as he climbs out from the passenger seat of my car, he closes the door and walks in through the front door of his home. I pull out of the parking space and make my journey home to be with Jason.

I arrive home and I notice a slightly pissed looking Doberman standing at the front door waiting for my return. Again I let out a sigh as I stop the car and climb out. I head towards the waiting Doberman and what I know is going to be quite a severe ass chewing.

"Well Bradley, you seem to have covered yourself in a whole lot of glory, what fucking part of undercover agent do you not understand?"

I let out a slight whimper as I push past my mate, I then run up the stairs and head for the spare room, once inside I slam the door and then lock it, I then climb into bed and stay there for most of the night.

At 10pm Jason knocks gently on the door, he can probably hear my sobs from behind the locked door.

"Brad, please let me in hon"

At first I ignore him and so he tries again.

_ "Babe please let me in"_

This time I give him his answer, though probably not the one he wanted.

"Go fuck yourself Jason, I know that I fucked up bad today, I don't need to be fucking reminded of it"

At first there is silence and then comes a stinging reply.

"Get your German Shepherd ass out of that bed and open this door, or I will kick the fucker in"

Great if I don't open the door that is gonna get him even more pissed. I slowly get out of bed and unlock the door, I then get back into bed in the hope that the bed sheets will somehow shield me from the bollocking I am about to receive, the door slowly opens and in walks a thick built Doberman, nostrils flaring like he is on the war path, but I see his bloodshot eyes and I know that he has been crying as I have.

"Look Brad I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier, I didn't mean to twist the knife any further by saying what I did, it's just that this is the first time as your handler that I have had to face possible failure and I don't mind telling you it scared the shit out of me. Now though I have had chance to calm down and have thought about things a little more rationally, sure you nearly screwed the pooch big time with this operation, but I think we can trust Max to keep his muzzle shut, after all he now knows what the consequences of his loose lips could bring"

Jason now gets closer to my resting place and slowly lifts the covers, he sees me shaking like a leaf.

"Oh for the love of god, now I've gone and made you scared of me, my sweet hearted Shepherd is afraid of me"

Jason gently lowers towards me and then slowly picks me up out of bed, he then carries me to the living room and sets me down in a sitting position on the couch, he then goes into the kitchen. Five minutes later Jason returns with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, he hands me one and then takes a seat next to me on the couch.

"I guess you can say that we both screwed the pooch today, but what matters is the way that we fix things, now that Max knows fully about us maybe it won't make him feel uncomfortable around us anymore, as for us I think I might know a way that I can repair the damage that I did earlier"

I take a few sips from my mug and then place it on the coffee table, Jason slowly leans his head down towards mine, his muzzle now just an inch or two away from my own, suddenly he closes the gap and takes my muzzle in a gentle and sensuous kiss, I hiss a little as the action hurts my nose a little, he backs off with a confused look on his face.

"Sorry sweets, I didn't realise that I was hurting you"

I let out a slight chuckle.

"Don't worry Jason, it's just that my nose had a run in with the body of Xander Jackson in football practice today and lost, no broken bones fortunately but it is still a little tender"

Jason squints his eyes a little as he tries to recollect what Xander looks like.

"Wait, Xander Jackson, 7 feet of solid muscle Horse, I believe he has the nickname of Tank, is that the guy you ran into?"

I giggle as I hear Jason recite Xander's details so eloquently and I also nod to confirm his question.

"Man you got off lightly babe; I remember seeing him when we went for the enrolment day at college, and from what I can remember of him nothing short of a nuclear blast would knock him off his feet"

I give my nose another gentle rub.

"Yeah and don't I know it, but what's done is done, I certainly won't be pulling any of the guys off of their assignments to go and pay Xander a visit"

Jason gives a solid belly laugh, in truth I haven't seen Jason laugh quite so much in months, and it does my heart good to see it now. Jason finally manages to get his laughter under control.

"Look sweetheart, I know that I upset you badly earlier and I fully understand if you tell me to, as you so eloquently put it, fuck myself again, but I'm so tired that I am dead on my paws, and so I'm heading up to our bed, I hope that I haven't pissed you off so much that you refuse to join me"

I give my loving Doberman a weak but heartfelt smile as I use a line from one of my favourite movies, Top Gun.

"Jason you big stuuud, take me to bed or lose me forever"

Jason's eyes roll as he giggles at my bad attempt at mimicking Meg Ryan's famous line, he then lifts me back up in his oh so strong arms and takes us back up to our bed he then completes the line.

"Show me the way home honey"

We both giggle as Jason carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. I know that telling Max the whole story was really the worst thing that I could do, but I also know that there is a chance that it would have come out sooner or later anyway.

Jason gently places me into bed and then he climbs in next to me, once we are comfortable he pulls the covers over us and then begins to gently stroke my chest fur, he then gently kisses me on the nose pad and then we slowly drift off into a restful sleep.

It is now 8am the following morning, and I am making my usual trip to Max's place to collect him for college. I eventually get to the house and pull up to the curb a little further down the road, I check my mirrors to make sure that no one has been tailing me, I then climb out of the car and head towards the front door of the house, again constantly keeping my eyes and ears alert for any signs of trouble.

I stand at the door and I'm about to knock when it is opened by Max, he steps outside and then turns to close the door, as he turns I catch a glimpse of what looks like a knife handle tucked in the waistband of his jeans.

"Max, if you take that knife into college believe me you will be kicked out, I have a concealed shoulder holster complete with gun should the need arise, that is why I always wear baggy jackets and jumpers, and also why when I go to gym I get changed in the coaches office. The college head teacher knows that I carry a weapon and has asked all of our tutors to keep their muzzles shut about it"

I open my paw to Max.

"Max, for your own safety, please give me the knife"

Max lets out a gentle sigh but he does as I ask, I look at the knife and see that it is just a small cheese knife, but I know that it would still be capable of causing a lot of damage, either to himself or anyone he perceived as a threat.

We make it back to the car and climb in, I lean across and put the knife inside my glove compartment and then lock it with the key.

"When we get home tonight I will give you the knife back, but please promise me that you won't arm yourself again, I have been trained in the use of weapons, you have not and the last thing we need right now is for you to get caught with the knife, because then it will come out that I am an undercover agent and then we will all be in danger"

Max just nods his head a little as we begin the journey to Saint Joseph's college.