Take Aim
#27 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
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"Here...uh...hope you don't mind, it's Sprite Zero..."
I looked at the snow leopard and smiled at him, standing there in his bathrobe and with soda cans in either paw, looking down to me with a kind of a sheepish face.
"That's perfect," I replied and reached out to receive the offered drink, "I try to avoid too many carbs, anyway."
The can was cool and felt nice in my paw. Kurt slipping down onto the couch next to me felt even nicer, especially once his thick tail brushed against my bare leg. I was only in my boxers and T-shirt for now, the rest of my clothes were piled onto a chair nearby. I knew that he wasn't wearing anything underneath that robe, which was quite the fun idea, lol.
It was kind of my fault that he'd have to shower...his eager work on me had ended up in a spectacular finish that caught him off guard...and well...he got a few new spots and stripes as a result of that, and his clothes...better not to tell you what they looked like afterwards, even if I don't want to boast, lol.
But it did feel great, left me breathless and quite relaxed, and at least he let me return the favor before hitting the shower, which I gently declined. I was alright for now, I explained to him...and winked...and told him that I might need it later.
I opened the can carefully with my claws and took a big sip. He didn't waste any time with his own drink, either, and let out a big 'aahh' when the cool soda bubbled down his throat. It looked kinda cute, like a lot of things about him did.
"Thanks," I said again, "this is nice."
I toasted the air with my can and smiled brightly, and he smiled back, ears flicking softly.
"Glad you like."
"Who doesn't like Sprite?" I shrugged.
"I dunno," he scratched his muzzle in bemusement.
"Heheh," I patted his robe-covered thigh and smiled. He flicked his tailtip against my bare ankles. That tickled a bit and made me curl my toes into his carpet. It was really soft and nice, too. Felt funny under my soles. Or fun. Whatever word fit better.
I turned to look at him again and felt a twinge of arousal in my by now dormant sheath, as I gazed at his gentle face and remembered how I had accidentally given him a facial. Not like he had seemed to mind...though it's always polite to ask...
I felt oddly bashful thinking about it, considering that our sex had been quite passionate and free of inhibitions...but now it kinda felt...well...we'd done it...but this wasn't just a simple after glow, I thought. He seemed pretty thoughtful, too.
"You okay, buddy?" I knuckled his side, gently, feeling the soft fabric.
He seemed almost startled for a sec, squeezing onto his soda can, tail flicking about and all that.
"Oh, sure, sure," he said.
I flicked my ears suspiciously, not sure what to make of that tone.
"I'd hate to think something was wrong," I said, "especially after the fun we had."
Maybe he was having second thoughts...could be...sometimes friends with benefits just didn't...didn't go the way you hoped it would. I'd had that happen to me a couple times over the years. It could be awkward. It could be kinda sad. I hoped this wasn't one of those times. I'd hate to lose him as a friend.
I'd hate to lose the sex, too, lolz.
At least he didn't shy away when I touched him again, instead he smiled some more.
"Oh...yeah..."
"And I did have fun," I said, adding some of my old charm to my grin, I hoped, "and you seemed to enjoy yourself, too..."
And he did...twice, I might add.
Yummy.
"Of course I did," he said.
I kinda wanted to scoot close and hug him or something, but I didn't want to push it, since he seemed to be a bit...concerned about something I couldn't name. I wasn't sure what it was.
Or maybe he'd just figured out what I used to do before Starbucks, and now felt awkward. Maybe seeing me naked (mostly!) and seeing and hearing me...well...perform...had triggered a memory that wasn't there before. It could be that, too. My ears began to droop a little as I considered the possibility that my past was gonna bite me in the ass just when things were getting extra interesting with Kurt.
"So what's up?" I tested the waters gently.
Kurt scratched his neck.
"Ohuuuhmm....I don't know...uh...just kinda...feel out of practice, you know?"
Now...could he really be moping because he...ah...gagged on me? It couldn't be that...but he did seem to be a sensitive guy...
"With what?" I suggested, teasing his legs with my tail for once.
He shrugged.
"This whole...dating business..." he gasped.
Ohhh...oh...so we were dating now? Well...well...I suppose it did count...surely it counted...three coffees and now, sex...it wasn't meant to be complicated, not in this time and age. The century of sex...lol.
And at least he hadn't mentioned that he knew...
"Well I haven't been exactly too active myself, recently," I hurried to say, "and don't you worry...we're...I think we're doing alright, aren't we?"
"Ah..."
I frowned a bit.
"Or is there something else on your mind?" I asked carefully.
"Well I don't think so..." he rubbed his chin.
I took that over, and planted my fingers over his muzzle. I leaned over to kiss him once we were eye to eye, and left with a soft lick over his lips. He let out a hot-sounding purr.
"Good," I murmured, "Because I like what we've got going right now."
I let my paw slip from his muzzle, but put them on his shoulders instead. I felt his fall onto my hips, covered only by my boxers and my T for now, and he grasped my thankfully love-handle-free sides.
He gasped cutely into my maw when my mane tickled his neck.