FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The GreenMount Chronicles, Interlude (Between 15 and 16) "Meanwhile"

Scott was laying on the bed with Lance. The leopard's long body was curled around the small cat. He looked down into Lance's eyes and caressed his cheek.

Days had passed since they'd met in the mall restroom, and they'd spent every one of them together. Just as he offered, Scott had given a nearly worshipful Lance a tremendous ride on his shaft, and let the cat explore his body, from licking his ears, to massaging his footpaws. He had even begun to touch Lance of his own accord -- cuddling him, and even pawing him off a couple of times.

It had begun as a simple ego trip, but the leopard found himself intensely interested in Lance, in being with him. Perhaps it was a side effect of being the tall, powerful authority figure that he also felt intensely protective of the small cat. He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt him or intimidate him.

"I can't believe we met in a bathroom at the mall," Scott said to him. "Fucking insane."

Lance grinned up at him sweetly. They were both naked, and the cat felt the firm press of the leopard's manhood pressing against his stomach. "Yes," he replied, "but it led to some insane fucking."

Scott tickled Lance a little on the sides, making him squirm. He smiled, holding Lance down on the bed under his tall body.

"I've never been with a guy before you," he said. "I've always been kinda... curious, but I never had anything like this. Y'know, boyfriends."

"I have," Lance told him proudly. He touched his nose to Scott's, but the leopard frowned.

"You... don't do that anymore though," Scott asked him. "I mean, now that we're going out, you don't mess around with anybody else?"

Lance gazed tenderly into the leopard's eyes. "I care about you, Scott. I think I'm starting to love you. I wouldn't cheat on you."

"We could move in together, ya know," Scott said. "I just got a contract to do modeling. They pay real good."

"So I could be your houseboy?"

Scott groaned. "Aww man, that's weird," he said, betraying his lingering inner homophobe.

"Why do you want to be with me," Lance asked him. "I mean, you're a big, hot-blooded male. You should want to plough ass and have conquests. Usually when guys figure out they're bi, they want to fuck everything with a dick."

Scott shook his head. "No, that's just not me. When I dated girls, I always tried to keep it real -- y'know, one on one, 'cause I get jealous. Why should it be different if I wanna be with a guy? Maybe someday I'll wanna fuck somebody else, but not right now."

Lance smiled. "I'll bet I know what you'd like to see."

"What?" The big feline cocked his head.

Lance whispered something into his ear, and the leopard began to press more firmly against him. He kissed Lance, at first tenderly, but then with greater intensity, sliding his tongue into the feline's mouth.

That's when the phone rang.

"Ohhh... crap," Lance said, somewhat breathless as they parted. "And I was so comfortable."

"Don't pick it up," Scott told him, pinning him down with his big forearms. His torso was much stronger than Lance's, and held him.

"I have to," said the cat, as he squirmed to the left just enough to grab the phone receiver on the nightstand.

He spoke into the phone. "Hello?"

"Is Lance there?" It was a deep, friendly voice. And it was very familiar.

"That's me," Lance said.

"It's Mike. From school."

"Oh," Lance said, trying to mask the surprise in his voice. He couldn't possibly forget Mike, the hottest guy in his class. Mike, the rottweiler who was built like a tank. Each of that guy's arms was thicker than one of Lance's thighs. "I didn't think I'd hear from you," he said lamely.

Scott was looking at him, obviously curious.

Mike asked him, "Wanna come over and spend the night?"

Scott mouthed silently to him, "Who is it?"

Lance covered the phone receiver with his hand. "It's a friend of my aunt's. He wants to buy my car."

Scott nodded and fell back onto the bed, ignoring the rest.

"...what?" Lance asked.

"Remember back in school, you said if I ever wanted to play, to give you a call?"

"I remember."

"Well, how about now? We can play all night, if you want."

"Damn, you're serious aren't you?" the cat asked him, enthusiasm filling up his voice. He was trying to contain himself so Scott wouldn't suspect.

"Of course, buddy."

"I'm there! Let me just get -- ouch!" he fell off the edge of the bed and dropped the phone.

"I have to go show this guy the car," Lance whispered. "I'm sorry, sweetie."

Scott shrugged. "Aww, it's okay. I got stuff to do tonight anyway.

Lance was simultaneously pulling on his underwear and talking on the phone at the same time. "--let me get dressed, and I'll be over in no time. Where do you live?"

After he got directions, he left his house as fast as he could.