Pillow Talk
#38 of Free Association
Brad and Jonathon are in a hurry... What on earth could they have waiting for them? ... ;3. Contains M/M, 3173 words.
Hi, fellows! Nice to see you here, for yet another thrilling episode of Free Association, the gay furry romantic serial drama you all know and love! But if you don't know and love it, never fear! Episode 1 is to your left, and you have several days of catching up to do, in most peoples' experiences! If you like stories with more plot than prawn and more d'aww than dayam, I think you'll enjoy it.
For the rest of you, welcome back for a 38th episode! Writing is still going okay, don't be afeared! Hopefully we won't suffer any further unplanned delays... I really am going to try to avoid that. It was entirely my fault for not managing my time and mental energy better. I'm working on that.
_ Tuesday. _
"Heheh... sure your roommate won't wonder where you are?"
The door creaked further open. Keys jingled in the lock.
"Fine, I'll text him, then. Really, though, he's getting kind of used to this..."
"Watch your tail..."
"Erk!"
The sound of a door shutting, making a loose seal with the weatherproof strip, and then squeaking as it schlumpfed into place. The latch clicked. It was quiet. There was panting, and rustling, the jingle of the same keys... A soft, liquid sound...
"J-Jonathon..." a voice murmured.
More panting, more soft noises... a slight rumble.
"Jonathon, we're not... mmmmhh... even inside yet..."
Awkward, clumsy steps... thudding up the stairs slowly....
"W-watch it... Watch your tail... I... Oh..."
"Give me your paw... Just walk back slowly, I won't let you fall..."
"Mmmmh... Jonathon..."
Two dark shadows emerged, rising from the stairwell to the dimly lit second floor landing. The first was walking backward, slowly and carefully. The second was joined to the first in two places. Firstly, chiefly, by the arms, held in front of their bodies... secondly, by the fragile, tentative contact of their muzzles. The taller one was higher on the stairs, so they both had to lean to make their noses touch.
"We're there..." the shorter one murmured, as he came up off the last step, holding tight to the other's paw as he tried to climb another and stumbled. After a moment of tense panting, he stuffed his paw into the other's pocket.
"Ohhhh... Jonathon..." came the soft moan. "N-not here..."
"I just need your keys," the other male murmured, fumbling around in the taller one's pants.
"O... oh... Other pocket..."
Shift, shuf, jingle. The sound of a key in the lock... another door opening... and then closing.
On the back stairs... another shadow slowly resumed its climb. A red-tailed hawk stepped into the dim light of the landing. He was middle-aged, tall, with broad shoulders... yet he seemed somehow frail, and haggard. His plaid shirt, neatly tucked into his pants, was wrinkled. His tail feathers, well-groomed, were dull.
A thud came from Brad's apartment door, as though someone had been shoved against it. The hawk glanced, quickly, almost flinchingly... his beak was set, tense. In one paw, long feathers concealing his fingers, there was a wad of thick envelopes.
The other paw, when it reached for his doorknob, was visibly trembling. The hawk hesitated, as a soft moan became audible from across the hall.
A moment later, Ethan's door opened. The room inside was dark.
The door shut, quickly. And now, the hallway was empty.
Inside Brad's apartment, the room was filled with rough panting. Brad's shirt was off, and his paws were holding a raccoon against him gingerly, while the latter's tail waved slowly... Brad's mouth was open, emitting the panting, and the occasional soft moan.
Jonathon's face was hoovering over the wolf's chest, his little muzzle pushing through thick fur. A pink tongue peeked out on occasion, and at certain regions on the sides of the wolf's pectorals, this produced some pretty nice sounds. Brad's stomach quivered when Jonathon placed his paws against it, and the paws on the back of his head and neck pressed gently, but not at all forcefully. When the raccoon's paws drifted lower, Brad's hips shifted; his legs spread a little bit. His tail was swishing below him, and his ears were tweaked forward delicately.
Now they were laying on the futon; the wolf's pants were unbuttoned, with a shirtless raccoon's arm disappearing inside. Brad was leaning down, muzzle locked with Jonathon's again, as the raccoon looked up at him and flicked his tail. Jonathon's polo had been pushed up, so the wolf's paws could roam familiar terrain, stroking gently and sensuously. The raccoon had to adjust his pants.
It had all grown strangely familiar, this dance of meshing maws and pelves. No longer something new and unexplored... they'd done a great deal of 'exploration' in the past few weeks. Jonathon couldn't say - honestly, at least - that he was particularly experienced, sexually, after only a couple weeks of having a partner... but he no longer felt like a virgin. That... was something that had taken more than one night of having a wolf lean over him and grunt, to cement itself. Not that Brad was the sort of partner whose prowess was described accurately by 'leaning and grunting'... it was much more exciting than that.
Really... it was such a strange thought, that he had someone he could just... have sex with, now. After that first night, Brad had proposed several times that the raccoon 'come over', and it had taken a fairly large leap of intellect, every time, for Jonathon to realize... Oh. He wants to have sex. Even with how attractive he found the wolf, and how good Brad was at making him smile softly... those first few times, his affirmative had been almost... tentative. Is it really okay if I... come over?
Do I... really want to... come over?
However alluring he might find the thought of a big, tough, straight-acting wolf like Brad letting the raccoon play with him... Masturbation was comfortable and familiar, and still felt damn good. Was a sex life worth adapting to?
Well..._Jonathon thought, breaking away from his boyfriend long enough to gasp for air. _It makes a damn fine change of pace.
And when the wolf's cock was slamming deep inside him, and he felt like he was going to cum just from that feeling... Yeah. He could get used to that.
"Ohhhfuck..." Brad groaned, as Jonathon rubbed his thumb against the small, pointy glans at the tip of the wolf's long tool.
Could get used to that, too. Damn, there was something so hot about making a guy feel nice... feeling his reactions to every new action, with all the senses Jonathon had at his disposal.
Taste was the toughest one to involve... but the raccoon had found ways.
"Oh... Oh man... Oh, J-jonathon..."
The wolf was more excited than usual tonight, or so the raccoon judged, as he tugged Brad's underwear down. Pausing a moment to adjust his own undergarments - again - the raccoon dipped his head slowly and stuck his tongue out.
"...Ohhh fuck..."
This was somewhat tricky to do. Brad was skinny enough that he didn't make Jonathon's jaw hurt too badly, but the length did get to be a bit of a problem... The raccoon had bumped his nose into Brad's knot, once, and then quickly backed off, gagging. Usually, he could come close at first, and then had to draw back to the upper half or so in order to finish things off. The raccoon screwed his face up in concentration, shivering a little as the wolf's slick, canine-flavored meat slid back into his throat.
"H-hey... Jonathon..."
"Mmmg?" he inquired, around a penis. With difficulty, he was able to look up far enough to meet Brad's eyes.
The wolf was looking at him lustily. "...C'mere..."
Jonathon gave him a look that hopefully said something like 'I've got most of your dick lodged in my pharynx, how am I supposed to "c'mere"?'
The wolf grinned. "Get on top of me... turn around the other way..."
Jonathon frowned, carefully pulling off. "Why?"
"I wanna try something... I think you'll like it..." Brad beckoned, panting. He looked so turned on... His big dick was throbbing, twitching sporadically...
Awkwardly, Jonathon crawled up on top of him and flipped himself around, so that his tail was tickling Brad's nose. "Scoot back a bit," the wolf commanded.
Jonathon was beginning to get an inkling of what was going on. "Why do you wanna... do it like this?" he asked, uncertain and shy. They'd never done this before... Things always ended in Brad blowing his load under Jonathon's tail while pumping the raccoon's cock hard...
"Because it's hot," Brad said flatly, yet erotically. His paws fumbled with the procyonid's pants, and Jonathon blushed a little as his underwear was pulled down. However used he'd gotten to having a partner, it still felt very strange to just have someone else pull -
"Oooohhhh man..." the coon whimpered, as he felt something warm and wet slither around his cockhead.
"You can... go back to what you're doing..." Brad rumbled, gripping the raccoon's butt and pulling his pelvis downward. "I'll squeeze when I'm about to cum so you know..." He gave a trial grope on the other male's rump, nosing at his boyfriend's cock.
Jonathon shivered... and then, quite suddenly, his cock was buried in hot canine maw. The raccoon eeped. Sure, he wasn't quite as well hung as Brad, but geez, you'd think the guy could go a bit more slowly... if not for his own gag reflex, at least for the recipient. The explosion of sensations as Brad's tongue swirled around his skinny shaft and slightly hooked head was definitely too much to take at once... Jonathon swooned, almost faceplanting onto the wolf's cock.
Then he did faceplant onto the wolf's cock. Fortunately, this time it was deliberate... mouth open, salivating, paws gripping Brad's hips... feeling the way the wolf spread his legs a bit and tensed as Jonathon took him in... feeling him arch his back, rotating his hips, when the raccoon strove to bump his nose into that knot again... He almost gagged, but managed to hold it in and withdraw, this time.
The end of Brad's muzzle was buried in his pubic fur... the wrinkled, loose bit of his sheath was actually _in_Brad's mouth. His balls were pressed apart by the canine's nose. Brad was breathing through it; he could feel the cold air sucking past his thighs. The wolf seemed to find nothing objectionable about the raccoon's I-showered-this-morning-but-am-also-male aroma... on the contrary, his breaths were deep and savoring. Jonathon didn't mind his wolfy friend's scent either... smelled a lot like he tasted.
He tasted good.
For some reason, a Mitch popped into Jonathon's head. Hey, what's your favorite flavor, Jonathon?!
The raccoon moaned a little bit... Brad was sucking quite hard, and his entire shaft was tingling... he redoubled his efforts on the wolf. Oh... wolf penis, I suppose...
Brad's thighs were spread and tensed, now. Jonathon didn't have to grip as much, so he slid one paw up to run through the wolf's thick sheathfur. It was longish, and kinda shaggy... but then again, he supposed the wolf would look a bit weird if he trimmed it, considering the rest of his fur was so shaggy. That fur sure smelled nice...
Oh... I was talking about ice cream. Do they make ice cream in that flavor now?
Brad whimpered. His paws were squeezing a little, not hard yet... his scrotum had contracted, pulling his big balls against his body firmly, reducing them to little lumps under his fur... Yup, it's flavor of the month down at -
The door opened!
Jonathon glanced up, pulling halfway off, so taken aback that he forgot to panic for several seconds. One skinny boar in a polo and khakis had entered the room, whistling cheerfully, swinging the door shut behind him reflexively. Jonathon met his eyes just as Marty's were in the process of bugging out.
"HOOOOOO-LYHAMSTEAKIWILLJUSTWALKRIGHTACROSSTHEROOMANDBEOUTINFIVEMINUTES." Slam, went Marty's bedroom door.
Jonathon had never seen bacon move that fast!
Remembering to panic, the raccoon gagged pretty badly, throat closing up on the end of his boyfriend's cock. He pulled back, coughing; Brad had flinched and squirmed, grazing Jonathon's dick with his teeth painfully as he pulled off himself. "Aieeep!" the wolf exclaimed, the instant his mouth was free. Jonathon lost his balance and collapsed on top of the wolf, limbs splayed out; he heard Brad lose his breath in a whoosh as a not-underweight-anymore raccoon came down on his chest.
The two lay there for a moment, panting. Jonathon's cock was wedged painfully against Brad's collarbone. Freak out?_his brain was asking. _Time to freak out? Out-freaking? Freak out now?
No, no reason to freak out, he told himself firmly, looking at the bedroom door for reassurance. He's gone, there's no one here now, and it was just Marty, no big deal, don't freak out...
"Fuuuuuuuck," Brad groaned. "I'm sorry, I forgot he was going to be home any minute... I remembered it in the car but then you were all... ShiiitfuckI'msorry..."
"It's okay..." Jonathon mumbled, wiping his forehead; he'd broken out in a cold sweat. His heart was going a million miles an hour. "It's fine. Stupid mistake on both our parts." Suddenly feeling sore and exhausted, he crawled off of the wolf, glancing down at his own cock... its normally pinkish hue was flushed to a deeper, rosy shade. Brad was looking pretty pink himself; the wolf looked up at him, awkward, with a prominent boner.
Shaking his head, Jonathon quickly reached down and grabbed the wolf's boxers, throwing them to their owner; he still had his own underwear and jeans around his ankles, and pulled these up quickly. I'm about to have the worst case of blue balls known to man kind... he thought with a grimace, as he stuffed his quivering, tingling cock back into his boxer-briefs.
Between the two of them, they managed to at least re-pants themselves by the time the bedroom door opened. One quarter of a boar's head peeked around the corner.
"It's safe," Jonathon said, a bit sardonically. "We don't have shirts, but you hardly ever wear those either..."
The rest of the boar head poked itself out tentatively. "I'm all sorts of sorry..." he mumbled, embarrassed.
"Nah, dude, I'm sorry..." Brad sighed. "That one was my bad." He looked to his boyfriend. "To you too."
Jonathon realized he was blushing. "I, uh... hope you didn't get an eyeful..." he said, awkwardly trying to chuckle.
Marty stepped out into the room; true to form, he'd shed his work clothes for a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. Still, he looked surprisingly bashful, not at all his usual nearly-nudist self; his arms were pulled in front of him, fidgeting awkwardly, for all the good that did. "I, uh... saw a few bits of Brad I've never seen before... All I saw of you was your head and your back and tail and stuff..."
The wolf rubbed his nose, grinning a bit - he was the least embarrassed of the three, but his blush was there too. "Ah, you've seen pretty much all of it, c'mon..."
"Not... all the way out and knotted up like that..." Marty said, very quietly. He scratched his head roughly, shaking it a bit.
Brad huffed. "What can I say? Feels good when he does that."
"Aaaaaand this just got gay," the boar stated, with a weak chuckle. He paced around into the kitchen...
...and suddenly, everything was normal again. "Only now?" Jonathon snorted.
"I'll steer toward the bedroom next time," Brad affirmed, still apologetic.
"No big deal dude," his roommate yawned, seeming to grow bored with the topic already. "You're in a relationship again, I ought to expect it a bit more than I was. This isn't your parents' house, you don't have to pretend you're having a sleepover or someshit."
"Heh," Jonathon remarked.
"How was work?" the wolf asked.
"Stuuuupiiiiiid," came a groan, followed by swallowing noises - a two-liter of coke was surmounting the boar's upraised nose.
"That's why they hired you!" Brad quipped. Jonathon squirmed a bit and adjusted his dripping, softening pecker, still sticky with saliva... guess he'd have to wait to satisfy his angrily aching reproductive system.
"There was a late shipment from last week," Marty related, wiping his mouth with the back of his pawhoof. "Nobody knew it was late until it arrived. And then I_got chewed out for it not being out on time even though logistics never even told me it existed, _I_told _them."
"Someone has to take the heat," Brad shrugged. "Might as well be the barbecue bait."
"Ha ha. At least your boss is reasonable..." the boar grumbled.
"My boss is also a bitch," Brad grumbled back. "I was thirty seconds late this morning. Thirty seconds! And she gave me the once-a-month-performance-review-do-you-want-your-balls-crushed-or-roasted-talk! For thirty seconds. I have never known such a tightass."
"That's not what you told me last night," the raccoon murmured, with a smirk.
"Pfffffaaaaa-hahahaha!" the kitchen replied.
Brad grinned and blushed a little, nudging his boyfriend with an elbow. "Shadaaaap, I set you up for that one..."
"How are you doing, anyway, Jonathon?" the boar inquired, rounding the counter with something sandwichy in his paw. "How have the... tests gone?"
The mood turned solemn in an instant. The raccoon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well... They're okay, I guess... They haven't found anything conclusive, which is good, I suppose... I'm actually going to have another MRI next week, I guess they didn't get what they wanted on the last one or something... And then the week after they want me to do another EEG, the first one was apparently not comprehensive or something..."
"Sounds like they're just trying to milk you for cash," Brad grumbled.
Jonathon snuffled and rubbed his nose. "Epilepsy can be hard to diagnose," he said quietly. "Especially if it doesn't hit you very often. My parents said they want me to do whatever the doctors want me to do, they're not worried about the money." Wonder what they'd say if they knew I...
"They think that's what it was, then?" Marty asked.
"Yeah, probably. I guess Mike told them I wasn't thrashing around or anything, so it wasn't the normal convulsive kind of seizure, but apparently there are other kinds..." Jonathon shrugged. "On the plus side, no obvious brain lesions or cancer or anything."
"That's a bit of a positive."
"Yeah, no kidding." Jonathon gulped a little... and then looked over, when he felt a paw come to rest on his knee.
Brad smiled softly at him.
Growing shy, Jonathon smiled back. Maybe Brad had forgiven him for the argument about coming out they'd had last night... It wasn't Jonathon's fault he couldn't stop freaking out just because he thought Daniel was straight, he'd done his best...
Meh, thinking about that wasn't going to make things any more cheerful. "I guess it is kind of fun to go to the hospital. I mean, scary, but it's something different, and feels good to be doing something about the scary, you know?" The raccoon shrugged and grinned.
"Mhmm. Hospitals aren't always so bad," Brad remarked. "I had an ex who was a med student, actually. I guess I can see why somebody would want to work there, if they're... resilient, emotionally. If you can bounce back when it gets depressing... It has to be good, to know you're doing some good in the world, you know? Helping people. So they don't have to be scared of stuff."
"You're a regular philosopher," Marty cracked, stuffing the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.
The wolf snorted, crossing his arms and blushing a bit. "It's just an interpretation."
This time, it was Brad's knee that got the paw.
A bit of a different episode, this one... I quite liked writing it. It's fun, to do a basic plot just enough that it starts to get boring... and then shake it up a bit, heh. Plenty of creativity left in even those plots that you've seen again and again... I think FA as a whole exemplifies that.
This is the first time I've used the new story editor thing properly! *nervous* I hope the formatting turns out okay!
See you guys next week!