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sweethearts, and welcome to The Hockey Hunk! This week started out madly and postponed the chapter, but it's time to post and I do certainly hope that you'll like what I've got on the offer. Hopefully this will amuse you, and I look forward to your feedback!

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Victor sure is one crafty Dobie. Some sort of a devious, potentially Cobb-like process must've been going through that head of his while coming up with the idea, and pitching it to me in such sweet telltale lilting tones that I couldn't resist...promises, promises...agh...

I was on all fours, of course, not a very unsurprising outcome, I suppose, all things considered, while behind me, Victor was going back and forth -

"I'LL HELP YOU MOVE THE COUCH ONCE I'VE DONE THIS PART!" he yelled.

"OOOOKAY!" I replied.

The mysterious subterranean netherworld under Victor's couch had amassed quite a collection of loose hair, crumbs and dust, creating strange grey and brown colonies that were strewn across the floor. My clean-up work had also revealed a small battery, a pencil, and a beer bottle cap with the name and logo of one of Cobb's craft beers on it. I suspected that the Very Gay Party was responsible at least for part of the mess, including a sticky spot on the floor I had discovered between the armchairs to the side.

Good thing that Victor wasn't one of those doggies who were afraid of the vacuum cleaner, so to speak, I thought with a silly chuckle while I glanced up over my shoulder to see him cleaning the floor energetically, sliding the...hmm...sucking implement along the floor? It might've been quite the mischievous thing to trick me into helping him clean with promises of butt fun, but at least it got me out of my own place, there was a Dobie dude wearing only shorts in the way of cleaning attire, and it made me feel useful, too! Crawling about was probably a good thing for my poor dislocated ass as well, since this kind of moving surely was different to my usual routines. Ahoy, ligaments, here's a fine workout for you, hope you enjoy this?

I swished my tail about and hoped that the tip wasn't acting as a duster of its own somewhere behind me. I flicked it higher and quick glance told me that it was still mostly clean. Might have to ask Victor to give it a good...suck... afterwards once we were done with the messier part of the cleaning, so that I wouldn't immediately start making his apartment dirty again. It did remind me that I should clean up my own place at some point in the near future as well...maybe Victor would return the favor and pop by for a little bit of scantly dressed Dobie cleaning there?

I busied myself with that idea while picking up the detritus of Cobb's party from the hard to reach parts of his living room, and Victor continued to clean between his kitchen and bedroom and the kitchen. In there, I knew, he had some succulent meat waiting to be cooked after we'd been good boys and cleaned the apartment.

"I'LL BRING OUT THE MOP SOON!"

At least he was very methodical of this, and well equipped for the challenge.

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We were both rather sweaty, a bit tired, but pleased, once most the cleaning was done and Victor had the food going with a little bit of help from me (he let me chop but said that he didn't mind doing the rest, and I was still a guest so I was supposed to take it easy anyway) which meant that I also got some good time to just observe him at work, pinching in a dash of this or that while he cooked steaks and eggplants (what?!!) for a nice dinner.

"Did you get this recipe from a certain Cobb or from MasterChef?" I asked once he got the lid and seemed happy for now.

"Neither!" he was smiling as he turned about to run water to wash his paws under.

"Top Chef?" I asked.

"Cooking did exist before, too!" I pointed out.

"Okay," I said. "From Julie Child? Delia? Martha Stewart? Jamie Oliver?"

He wiped his paws into a towel...and swatted my ass with it before I had the chance to duck! I jumped up and did some wriggling and tail-swinging before I finally calmed down, and saw that he was smirking at the spectacle of me that he had caused to happen. I pouted at him and rubbed my butt.

"Ow."

"Won't be too long," he said, "ten minutes tops now that it's all frying."

"I'm still amazed by all the effort you can put into cooking like it'...nothing," I waved my paw. "I usually just throw something together. Even Peter spends so much time cooking...but then again, he does it compulsively healthily and plans every bite so..."

"Maybe it's because of mom," he mused, "she's always loved to cook. Made sure all three of us would learn a bit, boys too, especially when me and Cobb were staying at home for college."

"I can't even imagine that," I mused at the thought.

"What? Cooking?"

"Home for college," I chuckled. "My college years were certainly X-rated enough that it wouldn't have happened at home."

Victor chuffed.

"I had my adventures too, believe me," he said, "and so did Cobb..."

"That must've been interesting," I said.

"Yes, it was," Victor mused, "but that's not important now. The important thing is that momma Holden made us all like good food and since Cobb is a bachelor and I'm a confirmed bachelor, we've had to do it ourselves."

"How about your sister then?"

"Oh, Eve too," Victor smiled.

"Heheh," I snickered a little. "Is she as interesting as you and your brother?"

"Of course she is," he replied, "she's a Holden."

"Heheh."

"Maybe you can meet her if we ever decide to take up Cobb's offer to go to Chicago for a weekend getaway."

My ears bounced.

"Has he been promising to accommodate us again?" I dreaded the answer already.

"On just about every phone call he makes," Victor said.

"Oh, of course," I said.

"At least he understands we're too busy to come for now," he said, "with my job and you training for the promotion..."

"You make it sound so grand," I chuckled. "It's not that much, really..."

"But it'll be great, "he sounded confident, maybe even more so than I felt like about it, "new responsibilities, new opportunities..."

"Basically, just more paperwork," I said.

"I'm sure you'll manage that," he said. "It's not like you have to do bookkeeping or the like."

"You're the one who likes numbers," I replied.

"I work with them," he shrugged, "I don't dream about them or going to bed with them..."

He gave me a suggestive look. I puffed out my chest suggestively.

"That's pretty creative, as far as pickup lines go," I said.

"You like?" he was all smiles.

"Like I said, creative," I teased him back.

He decided to respond by stepping over to me and snuggling me before I managed to come up with a suitable verbal defense.

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