Jake + Jace.
Groaning, I pushed myself up, with some resistance, in my small and rather cramped bed, squinting angrily towards the half open blinds. And in showing this anger, gave it my middle finger, grumbling a curse on it and all its children. Cupping my paws on my face I dragged them back and over my head, pushing my ears flat to my scalp as I further messed up the rather scruffy fur. All of a sudden I became aware of a presence, an unusual presence, as a contented groan rose up from under my sheets. 'That's why it's cramped' I thought to myself, staring down at what looked to be a very large hillock in my bed. I clenched my paws around the nearest corner of the duvet I could clasp and throw it off, revealing a rather clingy Husky, whose arms were both entangled around my waist, and earlier, I guessed from the path of ruffled and risen fur, around my chest.
My once duvet clasping paw now moved down, a lone pawfinger protruding and pushing down on the canines nose slowly, receiving only a half-hearted mutter in return, I rolled my eyes into my skull till only the whites remained and rather cruelly you may think, clasped my paw over his nose and lips, effectively cutting off his air supply. Only a couple of seconds was my paw covered in spit and mucus, the Husky having broken out into a rather violent coughing fit. After he concluded his coughing fit, which hadn't lasted too long as I'd moved my paw the instant I felt it wet to avoid getting too much fluid on it, and after I had smeared my palm dry on the fluffed up duvet, the dog freed me from his grip and pushed up off the mattress, giving me a quizzical and yet stern look which has to be one of the queerest facial expressions known.
"Why am I in your bed?" He asked, with a slight tone of contempt in his voice.
"No idea," I shrugged. "Probably because, if I remember rightly, we had a rather rampant night," I drew my paws across the crown of my head again, looking to him from the corners of my eyes and seeing him blinking in confusion.
"Gawd," he groaned to himself. "I must have been hella pissed." He rubbed his eyes.
"Yep, about half a bottle of vodka and a couple shots of absinthe," I sniggered, a flash of the previous night coming to mind.
"Well what did you have?" He angrily asked.
My pawfingers were already at my temples, pressing down and around in circles. "Bloody Brain Busters by the feel of it," I grunted. Sweet drinks, but ones that made it ever so painful to wake up in the morning, a sort of delayed hang over. "Doesn't explain how we got here though," I grumbled, staring across to the dog, who now matched my height in bed. He stared back, and did so for several minutes before we both nodded.
"Phalanx," we spoke gravely.
Just ten minutes later, I and the Husky, whose name is Jake incidentally, were rapping on a door the floor above my humble apartment.
"Phalanx!" Jake growled through the ugly green door. "Gerrup!" He continued to growl. I shook my head idly watching the Husky press his forehead to the door and snarl.
"Stop growling, it makes you cute." I grinned widely, as he turned, glaring at me.
"Prat" He scoffed, turning back to the door. The scrape of a bolt from beyond the door and the various fumbling about with of locks together with the occasional curses of a frustrated fur suddenly sounded followed swiftly by the turning of the handle and an open swinging of doors.
Stood there, a dressing gown having hastily been dragged on, was Phalanx the Folf, or what everyone assumed was a Folf on first sight and so never saw the need to pry further, he did look the part though with a bushy tail, large ears and a wolfs physique. He stared at the two of us and grinned wider than was comfortable, his huge teeth seeming to fill his face.
"Well, if it isn't the happy couple!" he beamed more if that were possible, which it were.
Jake went about growing a sneer.
"Oh hey," said Phalanx on noticing the germinating sneer. "I had nothing to do with it!" He raised his paws defensively, "You should yell at Gruff," he suggested quickly, the Husky glaring at the other canine before marching off with a growl. Phalanx shook his head, turning to face me. "Lets talk." He grins, making me flinch.
I step into his domain and move into the main room and moving to seat myself onto the couch but noticing the three pairs of clothes that already took my place. I turn my head and speak:
"There are three pairs of clothes here." I nudge my head towards the pile taking up the couch. "And they're all too small for you." I hear a snigger and shake my head disapprovingly. "So where are they?" I ask knowingly.
"Asleep still, really took it out of them." He still grins. "Want to join them?" He adds quickly, stepping closer.
I blow a raspberry. "Forget it, I'm probably one of the few guys in all the town you haven't had your way with, and it'll stay that way." I teased. "Plus, after last night..." I drifted off, some drunken memories passing with a shudder. "What happened?" I grumbled out after a few seconds.
"Last night?" He asked rhetorically, dropping onto his couch, without underwear I might add. "You offered to take him home." He shrugged. I sat on the arm of the couch, perched on the end.
"So how did we end up...err," I found myself lost for words.
"Fucking?" I glared sternly at such a vulgar word. "Not a clue, you were there."
I sighed and shook my head very solemnly indeed "I didn't see it happening this way."
A half hour or so passed and the mood had lightened after one of Phalanx's little friends had tried to sneak from the apartment, quite forgetting his nudity. We had in front of us on the coffee table a very large jug of water, with lemon slices for taste. I was at ease, feet up on the table with my shoes thrown off into some far corner of the room, back pushed into the cushions of the couch, my paws holding my half-filled tumbler of lemon water. My head was turned to the left as I pretended to listen to the rambling Folf on the other side of the would-be-escapee, nodding and throwing in the occasional 'yes' or other seemingly appropriate comments.
"So I broke his face." Phalanx gripped his muzzle in gesture.
"Ouch." I muttered, looking past his head.
"Then danced naked on his grandmothers' grave," his body turned to try and face me, his eyes staring intently at me.
"No you didn't." I said, raising the glass and sipped on it. "You just said that to see if I was paying attention. Which I wasn't, I've heard that story a hundred times." I said without exaggeration, and they'd been the ones I had counted.
"Oh come on." He groaned in exasperation. "He won't turn you down; I've seen him staring at you."
"Whilst you were staring at him?" I smirked, sipping once more at my drink and making a rather loud slurp of it. "Plus, you're not one to be giving relationship advice."
"And why not?" He asked sharply, sitting up and making a show out of puffing out his chest.
"Because," I said. "You've never had one." I pointed my glass at him behind the third and silent furs neck.
"I've had plenty." He said slumping back down.
Rolling my eyes I retorted. "I doubt that the occasional meet and fuck counts. Hardly intimate is it?"
"It is intimate." He grumbled, folding his arms like a kit.
"Different type." I narrowed my eyes and glugged the rest of my water down. Then there came a knocking at the door and the gracious host rose to his feet, still garbed in his dressing gown and headed to the door, opening it.
"Gruff!" He squeaked, bouncing into the hall and hugging the Rottweiler before dragging him in by the paws.
"Good morning." Spoke Gruff in a hoarse voice. "You're in a good mood, just how many did you have last night?" He asked, grinning coyly. I grinned and looked to the fur on my right who had shrunk back into the couch.
The Rottweiler dropped into the armchair opposite after he managed to wriggle free of Phalanx's grip. "So," he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his lips, holding it between them as he lit the stick. "What did you two actually do last night?" He said casually between clouds of smoke.
"Something hot," said Phalanx as he bounded over the back of the couch and into his seat, his arm landing neatly around the silent fur and pulling him close.
"I don't know," said I bitterly, addressing Gruff but staring daggers into the Folf. "Something," I muttered quietly, facing the floor.
"Well I heard it was more than something." Gruff said removing his cigarette and twisting it between thumb and forefinger, as if inspecting the mostly white stick.
I looked up sharply, my mouth moving faster than my brain and began speaking. "He remembered?" I asked in haste, head beginning to cock to the side inquisitively.
"Bits and pieces," shrugged the large dog. "Didn't get much of a chance to talk, he had to rush off to work, you kept him late apparently." I flicked my wrist round and pushed down my sleeve, staring at the silver watch below my paw, already quarter to twelve.
After a few minutes of silence, or near silence as it was occasionally interrupted with quiet moaning from beside me, Gruff spoke again.
"Right," he spoke. "How are ya planning on getting him?" He stubbed out what remained of his fag, looking up into my eyes from the table.
"I'm not." I shrugged as casually as I could.
"Yes you are." He said determinately, his look becoming a glare.
"He's a jerk." I said, or would have had I not been interrupted by another moan, but a significantly louder one.
"Lunch?" asked Gruff, speaking as fast as he stood up.
"Lunch is good." I started as he finished.
We walked side by side, I and Gruff, down the street on quite a busy Saturday afternoon, it had taken quite some time to find my shoes which rather destroyed the escapism factor. But now, now we were headed along the road, I walked at quiet a pace, nearly jogging as I followed the wide striding Gruff.
"Why are we going?" Spoke I, with a shudder.
"You'll see." Spoke he, with a smirk. "You'll like it."
"I'm hungry." I whined suggestively.
"You'll get food later." He snapped.
"Geez, easy short fuse."
"Do you want to go or not?" He asked sharply.
"I don't even know where we're going." I stopped and bounced on my heels. The tall dog turned, groaning.
"And I shan't tell you." He grunted before continuing on, with me still in tow.
Soon we came to a huge concrete building that certainly didn't suit the Victorian architecture surrounding it; it looked as if someone had just dropped a block of concrete in the 1800's.
I groaned on arrival, looking over the tall and grotesque monstrosity. "Hideous," I whispered to myself. "Why are here?" I asked impatiently as Gruff pushed open one of the heavy double glazed doors which led inside the poorly lit concrete cave.
"This is where we're going." He said as I stepped in, a blast of artificially heated air blasting my face. "So tell me again," he began. "Why aren't you and Husky-boy together?"
"Because," I said quickly and firmly. "He's a jerk."
"Really don't remember last night do you?" he smiled with a knowing tone in his hoarse voice.
"I remember bits." I attempted a feeble defence.
"Well, you clearly don't remember it all." He moved to one of the tiled planters in the middle of the bustling shopping centre and dropping onto the bench there, patting the space beside him. "Sit."
I sat. "Why? What happened?"
He smiled. "Soon. But first a story," he lit another cigarette.
"You can't do that in here."
"Don't care." He said, breathing a cloud of smoke in my face. "Anyway, the story, or maybe fable fits better? Remember Aran?" He asked dreamily.
"Your ex? Yeah of course."
"I loved him you know."
"Yeah, you didn't hide it, we all knew. But that bas-"
"Shut up," He snapped before breathing a heavy sigh. "You're right though; he was and probably still is, a bastard. He's the most arrogant S.O.B I've had the pleasure of meeting." He sighed once more; this was always a difficult subject with him. "But I loved him regardless; he had his tender moments and those are the ones I'll remember." He stared distantly at the floor, smoke occasionally billowing out his lips.
"I'm not," I started, only to be interrupted once more.
"I'm not saying you are. All I'm saying is that you should give him a chance." Gruff smiled, looking up. "Come on." He said rising. "We'll be late."
The next couple of minutes was spent in silence as I mulled over what I'd just been told, paws in pockets as I walked.
"You're right," I said as we moved into a café and sat at a table opposite the Rottweiler. "Maybe I should give him a chance."
"Glad to hear you say that," said he. "'Ere he comes." He beamed.
My ears shot up and my back straightened, my eyes widening as far as they'd go. "Where?" I hastened to ask.
"Whaddya want?" Asked a familiar husky voice. I turned my head upwards to see its origins and found myself looking into the brown eyes of Jake.
"Oh, hey." I stuttered quickly.
"Uh-huh," he replied. "And your order?"
"Coffee," said Gruff. "For the both of us. Oh and he'll," he pointed, "have you for dinner tomorrow at seven."
And Gruff grinned. And I kicked him in the shin. And Jake stammered.
"I-I..." he stammered. "Err, yeah I guess." He murmured, backing off to give in the at haste.
"What the hell." I growled beneath my breath.
"Oh come on, you'd never have asked him," beamed the Rottweiler.
"I would." I professed.
"Not. But let's not have one of them conversations. We have to plan what you'll be cooking." He smiled.
I was panicking, running around my fairly inadequate kitchenette trying to prepare a meal for two. My eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall, six-thirty and there was a knock on the door. I rushed to answer, opening the door to a quite familiar, and quite well dressed Husky.
"Hey, come in, sit down," I blurted out, still moving several times faster than normal. He smiled behind my back as I spun heading for the kitchen again.
"Nice pinny," he remarked.
"Hah, like this you should see my dresses." I grinned, poking my head round the door. "I'm kidding."
"Glad to hear it," he smiled, sitting down.
"Be ready in a minute." I said hastily as I brought out some snacks.
And ready I was, and full too by the end of the meal so I sat back, patting my belly idly.
"Wonderful."
"I've had better," he said.
"Liar," I accused the grinning Husky.
"What's for dessert?" He asked quickly, getting only a shrug from myself.
"I hadn't prepared anything. But, I could probably whip something up if you want?"
He grinned and nodded, "Get on it then."
Talking both our plates in my paws I stood, heading back into the kitchenette and dumping the crockery in the sink. I opened my fridge slowly, kneeling down to look into it and pushed about the various things inside, picking up some odds and ends that I could probably turn into something edible. I stood and turned to find myself nose to nose with Jake, a rather mischievous grin on his face as he pressed his nose pad to my own.
"Err, fruit salad?" I asked or rather stammered.
"Not hungry, but I do have a better idea." He murmured, pressing his lips to my own and gently kissing as his paws coiled round my waist, slipping down under my belt and into the seat of my jeans, giving a light squeeze before moving his head back again.
"I like." I muttered too, pressing my lips back against his.
It didn't take long before we were back on my bed, muzzles locked together in a rather heavy kiss, paws on backs stroking fur as our tongues twisted and contorted around each others. My eyes were half-lidded as a paw slipped down between my legs slowly, furry fingers brushing down across my sheath slowly to a murr of pleasure. They pressed inside, through the top and down causing me to moan quietly, eyes fully closing as my member began to very quickly fill the confined space, pushing the Huskies fingers back out as it pushed on them, his other paw being rather preoccupied with what lay beneath my tail.
I kissed deeper into him as my cock slipped into the warm air between our bellies, smearing a clear liquid across my white belly as it pushed free. Foreign fingers pushed down under my tail, making me eep in surprise as they pressed into me, my muzzle pulling off from his and smiling lustfully. Pressing down against me, he rolled himself on to my belly, smiling down as he pried his fingers out to a light moan from myself and was very quickly pressing himself down against my member, pushing himself apart, pushing himself onto me, a wave of ecstatic pleasure rippling through my body as he succeeded, slipping himself down my pre-slickened shaft till he near sat in my lap. He moaned loudly, paws pressing down and being dragged across my chest as he began riding me, his smooth and silk like yet tight walls moving up and down as I gripped my paws round his thighs, pushing them up and down as I groaned, eyes held tightly shut. He groaned louder than me as a shot of pre fired out from my member and lashed against his innards, this seeming to encourage him to move faster and faster, becoming tighter and tighter as he rode over my shaft with amazing grace and speed. The mixes of various, wonderful pleasures was too much and in what felt like a few seconds I arched myself upwards, pressing all of myself into him and letting a stream of seed burst out, filling himself with thick and ropy liquid. He whimpered and moaned and I groaned loudly, my paws dragging along his fur and dropping off at his knees.
He collapsed onto me and murring loudly, rubbing his cheek against my chest and pushing down teasingly into my lap. "Very good," he murmured, rubbing himself on my chest more, my paws stroking over his back.
"Uh-huh." I said slowly, tiredly.
It wasn't long before we were asleep, and stayed that way for quite some time, the shrill cry of my alarm clock being the only thing that woke us, and with quite a start.
"Ugh." He groaned, looking over at me as we sat on the edge of my bed. "That was fun." He said unsurely.
"You said." I said.
"Come on." He said after a minute of silence. "Let's have a shower." He said standing.
"Together?" I asked, ears perking up.
"Of course," he grinned coyly. "How else do you think you'll suck me off?" He smiled, running off to the shower. I sat for a few seconds staring after him then followed quickly.
I stepped into the booth and grinned, pressed closely against him, belly to belly. We kissed, paws on each others waists, for some time, locked together as warm water hailed down on us from above.
Slowly though we broke apart and I flicked my tongue out, licking across his nose and gradually lowering myself, till my nose rubbed against his sheath, taking in a large draught of his musk before my tongue tentatively stretched out, licking across the textured surface, a moan coming from above as a paw began exploring my head.
I wasn't surprised to find him slipping out at a single lick but kept up the barrage of tongue tickles as he murred above. I tilted my head up and licked across the underside of his cock, causing an encouraging moan from above as I stretched up further and took the tip into my muzzle, pulling it down till it was level with my muzzle and plunging as much of the length into my throat as possible, dragging it past my tongue and feeling every rise and fall of his member, stroking my paws up and down the back of his legs slowly. I began to suckle on him; two paws now on my head as precum seeped from him and into my muzzle then throat. I didn't have to do much though as a few seconds after he began thrusting into my muzzle, a paw gripping the back of my head and holding it against him as he deep throated himself pre copiously oozing from his member till he burst forth a stream of seed, splattering a patter on the back of my throat and clenching my ears tightly, grinning down happily to me as he murred in ecstasy.
A few minutes later we were sat at my table, nibbling on some hastily made toast.
"So," he said casually. "Wanna go out?"
I shrugged, "Depends? Where to?" I asked ignorantly
"No you twit. Out, together." He rolled his eyes at me.
Once again I shrugged. "Gonna stop calling me a twit?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Guess I'll learn to live with it then."
And number 4 down. I like these characters; I'll use them again some time. God only knows when though.
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