Cruising
Well, here's my entry for the Summer Adventure contest. No sex, but... it felt right his way.
Cruising by pj wolf
"What about... him?"
"Seriously, you wanna keep doing this?"
Emma grinned, picking up her drink off the bench. "It's fun!" she said, sipping through a straw.
"For you," Vince said, shaking his head.
"C'moooooon. You have fun, too. You always have fun when we do this."
The rat licked his ice cream a few more times, lowering his muzzle to get a drop that had run over his fingers. "Well unlike you," he began, licking at the soft serve again until all the sides had been licked upward "I have an ice cream to lick before it drips."
Emma raised an eyebrow. "You can lick and talk at the same time. I know for a fact that you can do it. You're doing it now!"
Vince smirked slightly. "Yeah, but you usually get mad when I do it," he said with another lick.
The mouse frowned, then blushed, then hit Vince in the shoulder. Vince only grinned, his tongue pressing against the ice cream in full view as he licked it from bottom to top in one motion. He would have said she ignored him but for the persistent red of her ears as she pushed him again. "C'moooooooooon. Gimme at least one more." Taking the rat's rolled eyes as assent, she looked around them again.
They sat on a bench in the park, enjoying the summer with cool treats. Emma scanned the people around him. "What about that guy?" she said without pointing.
"Which?"
"Jogger on the parallel path. Squirrel."
Vince's eyes found the target, giving him a once over. He seemed reasonably fit, wearing a headband to keep the fur out of his eyes, tail streaming behind him as he huffed and puffed in a tanktop and some shorts. Some really short ones.
"So?" the mouse pressed.
"I'd check him out."
"Well yeah, but is he...?"
"If he was in a gay bar? I might buy him a drink."
"So you think he is!" Emma said eagerly.
Vince paused long enough to lick up the melting ice cream. "I think he swishes a little, yeah."
The mouse giggled, clapping her hands together. She picked up her drink again, then nodded even further out. "What about the rhino?"
"Where?"
"Over there, by the exercise equipment."
"The one with the stomach, or the one with the abs?"
Emma sipped her drink thoughtfully, starting to taste more melted ice then soda. "Mm... either."
"I'll take both."
The mouse choked a little bit. "Really? The chubby one, too?"
Vince shrugged, pausing for a moment catch more drippings. His hand was mostly unscathed. "Mmhm. I don't mind a chubby guy, and he looks like he takes care of himself, so I'd definitely hit on him and hope."
"So you don't know if he's gay or not."
"Nah, but I'd definitely find out through more direct means."
Emma made a face. "The built one, too?"
"Mmhm." Vince stared a bit more before returning to the ice cream, which he'd lowered significantly.
"Okay, but why the chubby one? All the ones I've met have been disgusting."
"You've met the wrong chubby guys, then." The rat bit off the top of the ice cream, rolling the vanilla flavor in his mouth before it melted down. "Chubby guy with some real confidence? Fuckin' hot."
"I guess I have met the wrong chubby guys, then." A pull from the straw, and she heard it start to suck up air, mostly.
"Oh yeah. Especially good for cuddling with in winter, heh. 'specially if they got muscle under a layer of fat, then you can feel the hardness under the soft." Vince looked sidelong at Emma's softening expression. He leaned in. "And when you do a big guy, you can see his booty quake."
The mouse let out a startled laugh, pushing at Vince. "Stop that. That's not... that's not hot."
"Sure it is," said the rat, pausing once more to lick around his ice cream. "You get a big guy doin' ya hard, and you can see every impact as well as feel it." Another glance at Emma, who was looking more thoughtfully at the rhinos, both of whom were grunting and straining. "Hell, ideally, I'd get 'em both for a flip-flop threesome."
"A... what?"
"Flip-flop threesome," Vince repeated, leaning back against the bench. He took another bite of his ice cream, rolling it around in his mouth and swallowing. Another look at her face and he grinned again. "Basically, everybody tops. And everybody bottoms."
Emma blinked, looking at Vince, then at the two rhinos, who were having a drink between sets. "How... do you arrange that?"
"Takin' turns, of course." The rat grinned more, watching Emma squirm. "I mean, everybody's gotta get a turn, right?"
"That... must take a lotta stamina."
Vince leaned in close. "I'm pretty sure you know what kinda stamina I'm capable of," he said, and sat back to watch the blush fight to show through her brown fur. Chuckling, he started chewing on the cone, going back to watching the two rhinos work out.
"Did you... have to do that?" she asked once she was able to calm down.
"No, but it's fun to watch you blush." Vince took another bite out of the cone, getting more cone than ice cream in this chunk. "'sides, you asked."
Emma said nothing, continuing to squirm.
Popping the rest of the cone into his mouth, the rat chewed it, swallowed, then glanced at Emma. He didn't need to sniff at her to know that she was hot in a way that had nothing to do with the weather. "Anything left in your drink?"
This startled the mouse from her reverie. "What? Uh..." She picked it up and swirled it. "No, it's... probably just water now."
"Startin' to get late," he said, sunlight reflecting off his white fur and turning it orange. "Wanna get outta the heat?"
"And do what?"
Vince shrugged. "Go see a movie. Go out to eat." He leaned in closer and dropped his voice. "Go over to those rhinos and see if they wanna come home with us."
Emma stiffened, at a loss for words for a half-second. "You cannot be serious."
"Why not?" the white rat said, grinning.
She started to blush as she pushed at him, her voice dropping to a hasty whisper. "Why would you suggest that?"
"Could be fun," he said in his normal voice.
"Vince!" she squeaked, anguished. "I am still getting used to the idea of having sex with YOU, and you want to bring in other people to the mix? Are you trying to prove how gay you are?" She threw the word at him like an accusation.
Vince's grin fell. "Whoa, Emma. What's up?"
"Am I not enough for you?"
Now he knew he'd gone too far. "No, no, it ain't like that. It ain't like that at all. I was just... I was just throwin' it out there, I wasn't really serious about it."
"You weren't?" she glared at him.
"Well... truth be told, if you said 'yeah' I woulda gone along with it. Those rhinos are hot."
The frank admission made her blink and soften. "So you'd go off and have sex with them if I was okay with it?" she asked, her voice more confused than anything.
"We would have sex with them if you were okay with it," he said, scooting closer and hugging her around the shoulders. "If they started concentrating on me, I'd kick 'em out."
Emma leaned into his shoulder slightly. "What if they did it to me?"
"What, concentrate on you instead?" He felt her nod. "Then I'd probly kick 'em out still."
She was silent for a while, but he knew a question was pushing at her as her face started to heat up. "W-what if... what if I wanted to... watch them and you do the... uh... f-flip flop threesome?"
"Then you ain't as vanilla as you think you are," he said, smirking a little. "'sides, I'm just fine watching as well, if that's what you want."
Emma squirmed, but fell quiet again, and they returned to just watching the sun slowly set. "What about... him?"
"The 'roo? What about him?"
"You think he'd do the... floppy thing?"
"So we're doin' this again, eh?" he said with a snort. Emma nodded against him, and he shook his head. "He might, but I don't care to find out."
The mouse raised her head slightly. "Why not?"
"I hate kangaroos."