How It Goes - Part 14
#14 of How It Goes
One of the shorter chapters again.
Will be a while now before I update How It Goes, as I have almost caught up to the rest of the written story.
I have something else in store, however.
Hope you enjoy.
"Am I too heavy?"
"Nah," Theo murmurs. "You're just right."
Scott rubs his head against Theo's neck, and breathes in the scent of his bear. Theo gently maws one of Scott's ears.
"That tickles." Scott squirms, as he licks at the edge of Theo's jaw.
"I love you, Scott," Theo murrs softly. Scott flushes and presses his cheek up against the bear's snout. With one heavy huff he heaves himself until he hovers over Theo's face with his own, and their noses touch.
"I love you too," Scott whispers against his lips. There's a light in Theo's eyes; his smile has never been wider.
Their reverie is broken by Theo's rumbling stomach.
"I guess you're hungry," Scott smiles.
"Rather a lot, actually," Theo nods. "Could we maybe?"
Scott nods, and he rolls off Theo. The two of them get out of bed, and Theo gives Scott a tight squeeze before they leave the bedroom.
In the living room, both Scott and Theo perk up at the sound of heavy grunts and satisfied sighs. Theo looks mildly embarrassed as he nudges Scott and points to Brian's bedroom. Splayed over the bed's the bull, with Amelia straddled over him and sliding up and down his cock rather fiercely.
"You two have heard about closing the door, right?" Scott calls. There's a startled grunt from Brian, but Amelia carries on, unfazed.
"Oh, right! Knew we forgot something! Mind closing the door? Or not, we'll be done in less than two."
Equally undaunted, Scott walks over to the bedroom doorway. He spectates for half a minute before closing the door. Theo stares at Scott for a while; Scott rubs his own chin thoughtfully before he opens the door again.
"You two want an omelette for lunch?"
"You're not mad, are you?" Amelia asks Scott. Theo and Brian are fiercely consuming the remains of their omelettes. Scott's washing his dish as he glances over at the mouse.
"No," Scott replies.
"Phew. Only the two of them were freaking out this morning."
Both Theo and Brian look uncomfortable as they continue to eat in silence. Brian sighs and stifles a yawn.
"Are you tired?" Scott asks Brian.
"Oh, he oughta be," Amelia chuckles. "Fucked him four times in the last, what, twelve hours?"
Brian flushes somewhat angrily as he scoots to the end of the table.
"Four times?" Scott looks surprised.
"Last night with the both of them, in the shower this morning, when you walked in on us, and in the shower right afterwards," Amelia counts happily off her fingers. "I reckon he's pretty spent."
"Oh, shut up," Brian mutters. "Nympho."
"That's cold," Theo says to his plate. Amelia laughs.
"It's true, though. I'd not mind a couple more rounds, to be honest." She grins. "Don't get me wrong, though. I don't go humping every guy I meet... only when I get a bit drunk it's a bit harder to stop myself."
"So you started the whole spectacle last night?" Scott asks as he takes Amelia's plate.
"Well, I'd thought I'd just tease, but then Theo's all excited about, what, "being permitted to fuck me"? Then Brian wanted to join. I wasn't going to complain, and neither of them objected. Honestly, they were all over each other, I almost got worried they'd forgotten about me."
Scott almost drops his dish.
"I thought we decided not to mention that," Brian grumbles.
"I thought, fuck that," Amelia shrugs. "What are you so angry about, anyway? I'm content, god knows Theo's happy, your wolf's not upset-"
She glances at Scott, whose face is flat, and lips thin. "Well, not too much, at least?"
"Questions. I've got all of them." Scott turns away and starts to scrub the dish. "What did you do?"
"Stuff happened," Theo says, with a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Yeah, just about," Brian adds. "There might have been wanking."
"And snogging," Theo mumbles.
"And blowjobs!" Amelia says happily. "They didn't fuck each other, though."
"Joy," Scott mutters. "Got it on video?"
"As a matter of fact..."
Brian looks horrified. Theo buries his face in his hands. Amelia finds her phone; Scott puts away the dish and walks over to watch.
The camera is wobbly and the light is rather dim, but Scott recognises Theo's face as the bear gobbles down Brian's cock. The bull groans and pushes Theo's face down until there's a bit of choking. Amelia, holding the camera, reaches out to rub Theo's cock; the bear stands proud, while thick drops dribble down his length. The camera wobbles somewhat fiercely before the clip ends.
"I dove into action there, couldn't be arsed to film more," Amelia explains.
"Seemed like one-sided sucking," Scott remarks.
"Oh, Theo facefucked him later on. I distinctly remember the phrase your turn to taste my cock now, bitch. Though Theo's always been a bit boisterous when drunk."
The two of them look over at Brian and Theo, who might as well have been glued to their chairs.
"Wish I was there," Scott says with a sigh. All three of them stare at him; the wolf shrugs and returns to the sink.
"Could always stage an encore," Amelia suggests.
"Nope," Brian says.
"Yeah, no," Theo adds with equal weariness.
"Shame. How about a persona production, Scott? You and me."
"The concept of shame never struck you, did it?" Scott says with a snort. He looks over at Amelia with a small smile.
"It never did, no. Why should it? It's this life we've got, instead of being ashamed I might as well go out there and make a fool out of myself. Sing for strangers, and dance like nobody's watching, and fuck people. No idea why those two get so twitchy about sex." She rises from her seat and gathers Theo and Brian's plates. "Here, let me help you."
Brian makes his way over to the living room couch while Theo joins in on cleaning the kitchen. It doesn't take long until they've shined the place. Theo sits down in the couch with Brian, while Scott and Amelia sit down by the table.
"You did seem a bit off about the whole..."
"It's fine," Scott says sombrely. "It's not so much what happened, more the fact that it did. I... guess the idea of the two of them is what put me off a bit."
"I'm sorry, Scott," Brian says, as he turns around to look at them. "It's... it was just a great opportunity for me to explore. I shouldn't have done that with your boyfriend."
"I guess I plunged into the opportunity because, well... Brian's rather hot," Theo admits with a sigh.
"I don't think I'll ever get why you two get so flustered when faced with sex," Scott says, exasperated.
"It's embarrassing," Brian replies resentfully. "Look, I don't want the world to know about who I've fucked or... or anything like that. It's nobody else's business."
"Just about," Theo agrees. "I don't want to hear about other people's conquests, let alone discuss my own."
"Oh well," Amelia smiles. "Don't really feel the same way, but I can respect that."
"Well, maybe you can keep your mouth shut next time and not start flashing films about it," Brian sneers.
"I figure that if anybody should see it, it should the boyfriend of the guy whose cock you sucked last night," the mouse retorts chilly.
There's tension lingers in the air for a moment, before the bull sighs and calms down. "I suppose you're right about telling Scott. But could you not... could this just be between us?"
"Yeah, I'd prefer the same," Theo nods along. "Look, Amy, after Scott you're just about the best fuck I've had, and that's great and all, but it's between us, not... anybody else."
"Yeah, sure. Sorry, I guess I didn't look at it from that angle." She sighs but smiles all the same. "It's fun watching you two squirm, though."
"I know, right?" Scott snickers.
"Anyway. Reckon you'd be up to a personal production some day?"
Scott blinks, slightly confused. When it dawns on him, he looks away. "I dunno. Could I call a rain check on that?"
"Yeah, of course." She gets up from her seat. "I think I'll head home now, though. Talk to you guys later! Oh, and do call me if you're up for some group fun. Or film it if you don't want fanny in it. Or let me film it, really. Ta!"
She leaves rather quickly, and the wolf, bull and bear end up alone in the room.
"Well, she's certainly something," Brian mutters.
"Just a bit," Theo nods along. "Good fuck, though."
"Great fuck, to be honest." Brian gets up and glances at the bear. "Want a beer?"
"I could use one, yeah..."
Scott gazes at the two of them for a while. As his thoughts are adrift, he does his best to keep the bulge hidden underneath the table. Theo and Brian's conversation carries on for some time, and Scott lays his head and arms down on the surface, his face still and his ears splayed.
"Are you okay? Only you're rather quiet."
The sun shines softly, accompanied by gentle winds and the occasional whiff of snow from the nearby trees. Scott stares at the ground, and Theo walks beside him with a concerned look.
"Huh? Oh..." Scott mumbles. "Sorry, I'm ... I'm a little bothered."
"What about?"
"About... the threesome." Scott sighs as Theo drags him to a nearby bench.
"You said you were okay with that," Theo grimaces as he sits Scott down next to him. "What's changed?"
"I'm sorry, it's just..." Scott shakes his head. "It's just hard."
Theo sighs as well. "I'm sorry, I... I forced it on you, didn't I? Guess I put you on the spot."
"It's not that," Scott says quickly, "It's the whole...Brian was involved thing."
"I didn't realise he was off-limits," Theo replies edgily.
"Not like that...I was okay with you and Amelia because..." Scott looks away, his face lined with shame. "Because I figured, if you fucked her, then maybe I could too, y'know?"
"And you couldn't do that with Brian?"
"No, I couldn't."
"Because you're like brothers? Or?"
"I think... I am to Brian, what Brian is to Tom."
Theo pauses for a moment, before he remarks, "What makes you think that?"
"New Years."
"What?"
"First thing you saw when you came over for New Years?"
"Tom looked grumpy, and then, you and Brian...oh." Theo's face dawns. "Oh. 'Cause if you two... and then...That explains a lot, actually..."
"Explains what?"
"Well, during the threesome it... well. He made it more or less a cock measuring competition. Literally and figuratively. He tried to be the alpha male, shoved my face down his..." Theo flushes. "Anyway, he got really miffed when I paid him back. We kept trading around like that until we fell asleep. The entire thing was really rather aggressive from his end."
"He's been distant with me since New Years," Scott adds quietly.
The both of them sigh and Theo lays an arm around his wolf. "Sorry for not mentioning Brian before it happened."
"It's just stupid, isn't it?" Scott shakes his head and leans into his bear. "Oh no, we can't maintain the fuck equilibrium."
Theo snickers. "Many drama."
"Amaze," Scott replies, equally flat.
"Look...could we maybe just steer away from this topic as a whole for a while? I'd like it if my future fucks are with a very particular wolf I happen to know."
"I really, really hope you're talking about me," Scott growls playfully.
"Nobody else." Theo raises Scott's chin with a finger, and brings their lips together.
"I'm so tired of all of this," Scott huffs gently against Theo's muzzle. "I'm so confused about this all. Am I supposed to be upset that you slept with somebody else? Am I supposed to be envious?"
"To be honest," Theo says slowly, "I think I would be envious if I found out you..."
Scott presses his head into Theo's neck. "I won't."
"No, it's okay, if it's Amy, or... or maybe this Oscar fellow."
Scott closes his eyes and takes a deep whiff of the bear. "I think I only want a particular bear anyway..."
In the air is the aroma of lasagne. Scott takes off his jacket and hangs it up on the ever-familiar coat rack, before he enters the kitchen. Mr. Oliver scrubs the pans and looks up when Scott enters. "Welcome home. You okay?"
"Yeah," Scott replies wearily. "Tired."
"Mind setting the table?"
Scott moves to the cupboards and pulls out three plates.
"Only two plates," Mr. Oliver adds. Confused, Scott puts one back.
"Only two?"
"He moved out."
Scott drops the plates. With lightning reflexes, Charles moves to grab the plates - the dishbrush flies across the room, where it hits a photo of Scott's mother.
"Be careful," Charles utters, as he places the plates on the counter.
"He... he moved?"
"Didn't he tell you?" Charles looks concerned as he straightens up. "He told me he'd gotten a job and a flat in Kidlington. I told him he didn't have to move. He was adamant about it, so I didn't press the issue."
"Oh." Scott splays his ears. "He didn't tell me."
Charles sighs softly. Für Elise plays suddenly from his pocket. "Ah. Dinner's ready. Could you go get the dishbrush? I'll set the table..."