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The next day started in a rush of indecision and second-guesses. While Tanner did his best to help Paul remain calm the Human really had just one thing on his mind: he was going to meet Mateo, who was his ex-best friend, and bring Angel, who was Mateo's ex-girlfriend. They were supposed to meet at Como Abuela at two and drive together over to Mateo's apartment, which meant the entire morning was punctuated with a tightened knot in Paul's stomach and constant fretting. It all came to a head when Paul put his shoes on at 1:30.

He was on his way to the door when Tanner stepped between him and the exit. "Paul... listen to me..."

The Human fretted, "I'm gonna be late..."

The Dog placed a paw on either of Paul's shoulders. "Listen."

Taking a deep breath, the Human nodded, "Okay...?"

Tanner leaned forward and touched his nose to Paul's forehead. "That's all."

It was a silly and unrelated sentiment, but it had what was probably Tanner's desired effect; Paul smiled. It wasn't anything he expected, but it was enough to get his mind off his dilemma just long enough to reset his concerns. "Thanks."

The German Shepherd smiled and stepped aside, opening the door for him. "You're welcome... and remember: this is about the two of them... you have NOTHING to worry about."

Despite feeling better, Paul still had the wit to jest, "Yea... unless Mateo decides to throw another punch."

Tanner apparently caught the humor of it and he stood beside the doorway as the Human made his way out. The Dog smirked. "Oh? Well text me if he goes ballistic... otherwise I'll see you when you get back."

Paul gave a good natured wave with one hand as he headed toward the car. "My hero."

He got into his vehicle and had just put his seatbelt on when he got a text notification from his cell; it was Tanner. EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE PAUL

The Human smiled at that and took his hand away from the ignition so he could text back: IN THE CAR STOP TEXTING ME!

No sooner did he have the engine started than a reply came through: DONT TEXT AND DRIVE ITS NOT SAFE

Paul rolled his eyes and, before releasing the parking break, sent a response: ARE YOU TRYING TO BE A PUBIC NUSIANCE?

Setting aside his phone, Paul put the car into reverse and backed out of the drive-way. As seemed to be the case as of late, Casey was not there so he didn't have to worry about avoiding the Dalmatian's vehicle. The Human heard the sound of another text coming through but he ignored it until he arrived at his destination.

In his eagerness to be prompt, it turned out that Paul was several minutes early. Only once he was safely in a parking space did he look at his phone, and Tanner's response made him groan: I THINK YOU MISSED AN L IM ONLY A PUBIC NUISSANCE IN BED

Stowing his cell, the Human slumped in his seat, then sat up straight again when he saw Angel crossing the parking lot toward him. He rolled down his window as she approached. "Hi, Angel... you ready?"

The Collie nodded, her paws wringing the strap of her purse. "Si... I think so."

The Human glanced around. "So... where's your car?"

Angel's ears lowered slightly and he caught sight of her blush beneath the fur. "I, ah... do not have a car, Paul... thees es why I was hoping you would take me."

Unlocking the car immediately, he celebrated his people skills with an eloquent and finely declared, "Uh... oh... kay."

She went around to the passenger side and opened the door and sat down, swinging her feet in before closing it up again. Angel was dressed in a subdued pink blouse that accentuated her fur nicely and a denim skirt that went down just below her knees. She smoothed the skirt out after affixing her seatbelt. "Gracias, otra vez. Thenk you for doing thees, Paul... you have NO idea how much thees means for me."

Paul managed a smile as he started the car back up and pulled out of the parking space. "I think I do, actually... I've had my fair share of racial confusion moments too... I mean... I almost ended up making a HUGE mistake when I said 'I love you' and didn't get the same thing in return... you know?"

Angel's ears went straight up and she moved a paw to rest on his forearm as he drove. "Thees es EXACTLY what happened with Mateo... he... I mean... he..."

"He was probably pretty angry."

The Dog nodded, removing her paw as she sat back in the seat, "Si... very... it was only part of it... but a big part."

A long silence spread out between them as the Collie looked down at her paws and the purse situated between them in her lap. He continued to glance at her out of the corner of his eye; she was obviously deep in thought and, if she was anything like him, probably worrying herself into a conniption. He had enough experience with it to know that a distraction was usually a great help. "So... you two met in college?"

She looked up immediately, her tail moving from the central console to rest against her thigh. Angel's ears also raised significantly and he almost thought he saw a faint smile; hopefully she was thinking about more positive memories rather than being preoccupied with the future. "Si... I was new to California-- my fathers came here for work."

Paul did a double-take. "Your fathers?"

She froze, nose quivering and ears reddening. "I mean... parents... my PARENTS... lo siento-- eh... sorry... en espanish es--"

He realized what she meant. "Oh... parents is 'padres'... right... and father is 'padre', so--"

Her muzzle nodded vigorously. "Si... sorry... I speek inglish okay, but sometimes I make mistakes."

Paul laughed. "No problem... you do English a lot better than I do Spanish. No hablas espanyol. heh heh."

Angel tittered. "No hablo español."

The Human did a double take, "Huh?"

She covered her smile coyly behind a paw. "When you say you do not espeak espanish you say 'no hablo'... 'hablo' means 'I no espeak'. When you say 'no hablas' then you are saying 'You no espeak'."

The Human smiled sheepishly, "See? I told you I 'no habla'."

"Hablo."

Paul rolled his eyes. "Hablo. Right. But, anyway, you're doing just fine with English, Angel... don't worry about it."

She shrugged. "I still need to learn better... Mateo helped me when we were in college together... I was there taking E.S.L. classes and we had most of our classes in the same building."

"ESL?"

Angel started rummaging around in her purse. "English as a Second Language. Before I came to California I barely spoke anything, so I took classes in College and secondary scho-- eh... high school."

Paul glanced her way when he stopped for a light. "Wow... that's cool. So... you two met in college?"

She nodded and pulled a small make up compact out of her purse. "Si. It was his first year there and I was in my last year of high school."

Angel took out a small fur brush and began touching up the natural cream color of the fur around her eyes. Paul had never really thought about Dogs wearing make up before, but he couldn't focus too much on it as the light changed and he started forward again. "Wow... that must have been hard being a high school student going to college."

She shrugged, putting away the fur powder before making use of mascara. "It was easier... there was more help for me there, including Mateo."

Paul slowed the car, glancing at the street signs; he'd been to Mateo's place two or three times, but it had been awhile, and he had to remember the right street... Canyon, if he recalled correctly. "So... how long until the two of you started dating?"

Angel put her make up case away and looked to Paul; her paws went back to wringing in her lap. "We spent a lot of time together but dating was not easy... my father did not approve of Humans and Dogs dating... he said it was not proper of a Catolico. It didn't stop Mateo from asking... all the time." She blushed, a faint smile returning to her muzzle. "I did not say 'si' until after I started college for full time."

The Human nodded, coming to a stop at an intersection before making a right-hand turn onto the street he'd been seeking. "Do you think he'll be mad that I brought you now?"

The Collie fidgeted in her seat, closing her purse. "I... do not know, Paul. But mi abuelita always used to tell me 'Para dejar el pellejo, lo mismo en hoy que mañana.'."

Paul blinked, feeling his heart rate pick up as he saw Mateo's car parked in the drive way only a few car lengths ahead. "And... uh... what does that mean?"

Angel's ears turned toward him and she tracked his gaze. She waited for him to stop the car before she responded. "It es a saying... but it means there es no sense in waiting."

Paul found himself talking to the Collie as she exited the car, "Angel... do you think I--"

She turned back and smiled, "It es alright, Paul... if he es angry, then I can be fine with it... and he does not need to be angry with you too."

The Human fidgeted, "Oh... I... uh... thought I was supposed to go with you."

The Collie walked around to his side of the car and she leaned in through the window. "Thank you, Paul... you are a good man."

He blushed when she touched her nose to his forehead. "So... should I... uh... just... wait here.. or something?"

Smiling again, Angel about faced and walked across the street toward Mateo's home. It was the right-side of a duplex, and in relatively good repair. Paul remembered going there on occasion a few times back when Mateo was his only friend in town. Paul just sat in his car for a few minutes, thinking back to those times... times when everything was simple, and things weren't as complicated between them. Then again, he reasoned, nothing in life seemed to be simple anymore. He held his breath as Angel knocked on the door, and sat up straighter in his seat when the door opened.

Paul watched with baited breath as Angel lingered in the doorway. From his position, she blocked his view of Mateo so it was difficult to see his reaction to her presence. The fact that she continued to stand on the porch brought about even more concern but, after what felt like forever, she leaned to the side and motioned back toward Paul. He froze when he locked eyes with Mateo, who stood there for several seconds before raising a hand in greeting; Paul numbly mirrored it.

After that, the two at the doorway went right back to talking; Paul was relieved to see that Angel seemed much more animated, and ran her paw through her hair, angling her head to one side, then the other... and he hoped it wasn't his imagination making him think he saw her laugh. He was so caught up in the drama unfolding in front of him that he actively jumped in surprise when his cell phone went off.

Fumbling his cell, Paul finally managed to pick it up. He hit the call button and held it to his ear. "Hello?"

He almost dropped the cell again when the loud response of speaker mode gave him an instant headache. It was Mateo. "You stalking us or something?"

He kept the phone away from is ear has he looked down at it. "Huh?"

Mateo was to the point. "You're still sittin' in the driveway, man. It's fine-- things are fine. I'll... uh... call you later."

Paul wasn't exactly sure if that was a dismissal or an apology; it sounded a little like both. "Angel's gonna need a ride home, I think."

There was a fumbling on the other side of the line and when someone next spoke it was the Collie. "Es fine, Paul... Thenk you again for your help. Mateo can drive me home... right now I just think we need to talk, an' it isn't fair to make you wait."

Paul didn't really know how to take that turn of events. It was positive, to be sure, but it still didn't feel right to leave her. "Are you sure?"

There was no hint of doubt in Angel's voice when she responded. "Si. I am. Gracias, Paul... for everyting."

Mateo got the phone back apparently because he spoke up before Paul could. "Hey, and, uh, Miller? Thanks... and... again, I'm sorry about... uh... well... everything."

The phone disconnected before Paul had a chance to respond, but he continued sitting there looking down at his phone for several seconds. He was just about to put the car back in gear when his cell rang anew. Keeping the phone away from his ear this time he hit the call button. "I'm going. I'm going."

Only after he spoke did he realize the number on the caller ID was Tanner. "You're... still on your way to Mateo's?"

Paul palmed his forehead with a sigh before he pulled the car away from the curb. "No... I mean I'm on my way back home."

"Wow... that was fast."

Paul shrugged despite Tanner's inability to see it. "They decided that they want some time to talk things out and Mateo volunteered to drive Angel back home when they were done."

Tanner's response was an upbeat one, making the Human feel better immediately. "Oh... well, that's good then, right?"

Paul considered the Shepherd's comment before addressing it; if the two of them were going to sit down and talk then yes, it WAS a good thing. "I guess... I mean, the whole problem between them started because they DIDN'T talk... so... yea. It is."

As usual, the Dog took the shred of optimism and ran with it. "If it wasn't for you, they probably never would have had the chance. That's cool, Paul... really cool, and I'm proud of you putting yourself out there like that."

Paul hadn't ever particularly sought Tanner's approval, but it certainly felt good to get it; the Dog's opinion was important, and when the Shepherd pointed out Paul's hand in things he had to admit that it made him smile. "I guess. Anyway, that took a lot less time than I expected, so I'm on my way back."

Something in Tanner's tone changed. "Oh... then you might get back in time to say goodbye to Casey."

Paul paused at that. "Goodbye? Is he heading back to LA again or something?"

"He's moving out."

The Human froze, brain screeching to a halt when he heard those words. "Tanner... it's not April First... not a good joke."

Tanner's voice didn't hold any humor in it. "I know. It's not a joke. He got back in about ten minutes ago and is clearing things out. He has a moving van out front."

Paul wasn't sure what to think about the sudden development except that he didn't have near enough information to satisfy him. "I'll call you back."

After disconnecting with Tanner Paul waited until he got to a stoplight before quick-dialing Casey. He sat impatiently as the phone rang twice and then the Dalmatian answered. He seemed to be as bubbly as usual "You know, it's not safe to talk on the phone while you're driving, Paul."

The Human wasn't interested in banter. "Tanner said you're moving out."

Casey maintained the humor. "Yep! He's helping me move a few boxes right now. I only have the moving van 'til 8 so I needed an extra paw."

Paul was dumbstruck. "Moving van? But... I mean... does Eizenzahn even know?"

The Dalmatian laughed. "Who do you think rented the van for me? Yea. I already cleared it with 'Herr Eizenzahn' and after we talked about it he agreed. Since the advertisement work is starting up again soon he's not so worried about me making a mess of my finances and he got me a place."

"A place? Like what?"

Casey spoke away from the phone, something about 'that one goes first', then addressed Paul once again. "He says he wants someone keeping an eye on Bert, so he rented out a condo south of the college."

Unable to figure out the 'how's or 'why's of the situation, Paul found himself on uneven footing mentally, and he immediately reverted to his usual reaction: self-doubt. "Did... did I do something wrong?"

The Dalmatian's usual response to Paul's concern was a laugh but, this time, Casey was very direct. "No, Paul... if anything you've done everything right. It's not anything you did... it's what I did... it's something I have to do. I need some space, and I know you and Tanner need your space too."

Paul questioned that answer in his head; maybe it WAS something he did... he and Tanner. They weren't welcoming enough? They excluded him from activities? Made him feel like a third wheel? He wasn't sure, but it didn't sit well with him. "We never wanted to run you off, Casey. You're our friend, and--"

His words trailed off when he heard Tanner speaking to Casey. He couldn't make out what the Shepherd was saying, but it apparently had the Dalmatian's attention. Eventually, Casey responded into the phone despite the words being directed at Tanner as well. "The two of you have something... you have something REALLY special, and I'm glad I got to be a part of that... but I want to find my something special too... just for me."

The Human couldn't find any way to argue with that sentiment, and he felt a little choked up when he realized that he was somewhere stuck between being proud of the Dalmatian for the emotional growth and hurt knowing that Casey was right. "You're right. You deserve to be more than a third wheel... even if you were a really good third wheel."

Casey did finally laugh. "Pascal is right... you are a fillet mignon."

Paul couldn't help but laugh himself. "He calls me a garcon mignon, or something like that, Casey."

The Dalmatian relented. "Well... whatever. Either way, you don't have to worry, Paul-- I'll be fine. I just need to be able to figure things out on my own."

"On your own, with your boss' son as a room mate?"

Casey giggled. "Don't worry about that, Paul... he's straight, so I won't be at risk for messing anything up."

Paul rolled his eyes, still smiling despite himself. "Good to know."

"Anyway, I gotta go... van's about ready. This isn't goodbye, anyway... I'll still see you at the office-- I'm not disappearing."

Paul would have said more, but Casey gave one more goodbye before hanging up. Letting out a deep breath, the Human set down his phone and focused on heading home. He realized that Tanner would be waiting for him even if Casey would not, and he was more than content knowing that.

The rest of the ride home was quiet, giving Paul plenty of time to think. His mind worked in its own way, jumping from one thought to the next without any real rhyme or reason. By the time he pulled up along the street in front of his home, however, a strange peace had filled him. It wasn't that long ago that he was concerned about having a third person in the house and, now that it was just Tanner and himself once more then things were able to return to how they should have been all along... and that thought made him smile.

Tanner was in the kitchen when Paul walked in through the door. The Shepherd was busy chopping up vegetables but put down the knife. "Hey... Casey took off about fifteen minutes ago but he said he'd see us on Monday."

Not bothering to answer verbally, Paul simply walked up behind Tanner and embraced the Dog. He was wearing shoes while the Shepherd wasn't, allowing him to bury his face into his lover's neck fur. Only after he had the opportunity to take in a deep breath and give Tanner a firm squeeze did he speak. "That means it's just us again."

The Dog's tail began to beat a rhythm where it was trapped between them. "I guess you got over your initial shock?"

Paul kissed his lover's shoulder and disengaged, moving to help out with the meal. "I had some time to think about it, yea... and he has some good reasons for wanting space and wanting to give US space. I can't feel bad about that."

Tanner smiled at him, going back over the vegetables slowly to make sure he had things diced evenly. "Good. We talked for awhile before he left and he thinks the same thing. He's not worried about coming between us as much as he's worried about using us as a crutch. Casey thinks that we have something really great and he wants to find that too."

The Human smiled, grabbing the diced onions and celery together so he could mix them in with the developing meatloaf. "Well... yea. Like I said: he had some very good reasons. He's a good Dog... he'll find what he's looking for."

Tanner slid Paul some breadcrumbs and the eggs; they had made the dish often enough that the Dog was getting pretty good at anticipating his needs. "What about Angel and Mateo? Do you think they'll find what they're looking for?"

Paul shrugged, cracking the eggs into the bowl and pouring in some breadcrumbs before mixing further. "I hope so... I mean... things LOOKED promising for them."

The Shepherd moved past him and began working on cleaning off the prep dishes. He cracked a wry grin as he glanced sidelong toward the Human. "Well, I know things are looking up for US... after all, now we have the house all to ourselves again."

Paul transferred the meatloaf to a baking sheet and put it in the oven. "Mmm... well, that certainly opens up a lot of possibilities... now doesn't it?"

The Dog moved up behind him and closed the oven, nibbling on the back of Paul's neck. "Possibilities like... the kitchen table?"

The Human shivered as the Dog's paws slid around him to unlatch his belt. Paul smirked, setting the timer on the oven. "Or the sofa? It's been awhile since we--"

Tanner didn't give him a chance to finish speaking and interrupted him by clasping his paws around the Human's abdomen and bodily picking him up. "Living room sounds REAL good."

Paul was half-carried and half-walked out to the couch where the Dog collapsed atop him, muzzle immediately finding the Human's lips. Paul let out a breath, willingly accepting Tanner's tongue into his mouth as he shivered; it had been a long time since they didn't have to factor Casey's presence into their intimacy and he had to admit that it was rather freeing. He reveled in the feel of the Dog's paws all over him and he took the opportunity to slide his own hands up beneath his lover's shirt.

Tanner let out a seductive, throaty growl, pushing the advantage his greater weight provided and slid atop Paul, yanking at the Human's loosened pants. "Mmm... we have a little while 'til dinner is ready... I hope you don't mind making the most of it."

Paul grinned, "I'd almost be insulted if we didn't."

The Dog started loosening his own belt. "Well, I definitely wouldn't want to insult..."

The two squirmed, each working to unclothe the other at the same time. Their body movements took them from the sofa to the floor, with Paul landing atop Tanner when they fell. If the impact affected the Dog he didn't let it show, not even slowing down as he worked Paul's underwear down. The Human, in return, finally got the tail button of the Shepherd's jeans undone, and pulled down Tanner's hips. Paul smiled when he closed his fingers around Tanner's swollen sheath and heard the Dog's gasp.

The Human had to push the coffee table out of the way with his foot so he could move further down his lover's body, nibbling his way along Tanner's chest fur and down his belly. The Dog's fur thickened slightly beneath his belly button, not unlike a Human's treasure trail, and he lingered there for a moment as his hand that had been resting on the Dog's shoulder slid down to caress his thigh.

By the time Paul's lips began grazing across the dribbling tip of Tanner's sheath he could feel his boyfriend's hips fighting the urge to jack knife upward. He didn't torture him any further, sliding his tongue into the opening before using his lips to ease the furry sheath flesh down Tanner's hard member. The Dog let out a gasp, followed by a deep-chested, pleased growl. "Mmm... Paul... if you keep that up you'll spoil your appetite."

The Human slowly withdrew his mouth from the Dog's rigid shaft. "I'm a big boy, Tanner... if I want dessert first then I think I'm entitled."

"Is that so?" The Shepherd let out a playful growl as he gripped Paul by the hips and bodily yanked him around, twisting the Human until he lay in the opposite direction, stomach resting on the Dog's chest and groin right above Tanner's muzzle. "Well two can play THAT game."

Paul's toes curled, popping from the motion when his flesh was engulfed by his boyfriend's muzzle. The Human had to plant his knees firmly on the carpet to avoid thrusting into the Dog's hot mouth. The stimulation of Tanner's pallet on the underside of his member drove him onward in his own ministrations with that much more enthusiasm; it had been over a month since the two had the opportunity to give one another head at the same time, and Paul was more than happy enough to make the most of it.

He used one hand to hold himself up off his lover while the other caressed and stroked the inside of the Dog's thigh. As he felt the Dog's tongue slide out and lick his testicles, Paul moaned around the flesh in his mouth, moving his hand to firmly cup Tanner's furry sac and gently palm the contents. The Shepherd had always enjoyed being fondled and his hips quivered in response.

It was a fine gateway into breaking the seal his lips had against the Dog's shaft, which was good because he had a warning to issue. "You know... if you keep doing that so well I won't last very long."

Rather than answer, Tanner simply swirled his tongue around Paul's member within his muzzle, practically squeezing his shaft with its full, muscled length. Groaning, the Human quickly latched back onto the Dog's throbbing penis and pushed his lips right down to the rapidly-thickening knot. He moved from holding himself up with his hand to resting his weight on his elbow so he could move his spare hand over to ease the Shepherd's knot the rest of the way out of its sheath before gripping it tightly.

Tanner let out a yelp, but it wasn't one of pain, and Paul was rewarded by a pulse from the flesh between his lips, followed by another and, suddenly, wave after wave of salty and bitter Dog seed emptied into his throat. Rather than slow his movements he sped them up, completely enthralled with the little motions of Tanner's body as he milked out every last drop the Shepherd had to give him.

Paul continued coaxing the orgasm out of his lover, extending it until the Dog whined in bliss but, by then, the Human realized that Tanner had since stopped his own ministration of the Human's shaft. Smiling, Paul slowly pulled his lips off of the Dog's turgid flesh. He gave it an encouraging lick, still able to taste Tanner's ever-present muskiness on it. "Distracted, were we?"

The Shepherd didn't respond with words, instead, Paul heard the familiar sound of the top being flipped up off a tube of lube. He didn't have to wonder at it for very long as a slick, furry digit penetrated him; a moment later Tanner's muzzle found its way back between his legs. Stuck with the Dog's paw behind him and muzzle around him, the Human's teasing turned quickly into a very vigorous and wholly enjoyed pleasure overload. He didn't last long, and found himself suddenly exploding in the Dog's mouth, anal muscles spasming around the finger that had him pleasantly full.

Moaning, it took Paul a matter of minutes to come down off of the high his lover had raised him to, and a number of quickened breaths after that before he could bother saying anything. "Geez, Tanner..."

The Dog chuckled softly, rolling over and carrying Paul with him. He rotated the Human around in his grasp until they could be face to face. "Oh? 'Geez' in a good way, I hope."

Paul grinned, "It took you that long to 'finger' it out?"

Tanner snorted, rolling his eyes in mock agitation. "Paul, Paul, Paul... what am I going to do with you?"

The Human's grin widened. "I think you already did it."

The Dog splayed himself out on the floor with a sigh. "It's official... you broke me."

Paul's ears hurt with the width of his smile as he reached down and gently caressed his lover's testicles. "Oh no! Don't tell me I need to 'fix' you..."

In one smooth move Tanner sat up and hoisted Paul onto the sofa. He then announced flatly with suitably theatrical frustration "Okay... I think I'm done."

The Human reclined where he'd been placed, one leg up on the couch and one foot on the floor. "Yea... considering how much I swallowed I'd like to THINK you're done too."

Tanner stood up, about-facing toward the kitchen and his tail swung across at just the right height to catch Paul in the face. "I'm gonna go check on the meat."

Paul was starting to wonder if the Dog was feeding him the opportunities on purpose. "Didn't we just do that?"

The Dog mumbled something as he walked into the kitchen, tail still wagging; it was obvious that Paul wasn't the only one warming up to their household returning to just the two of them. The Human stood up and stretched, following after his boyfriend. Dinner would be ready soon and, after that he was looking forward to a second round of 'dessert'.