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I flicked my ears at the sharp sound of my phone buzzing. My eyes resisted my efforts to open them, until I finally managed to convince my eye muscles to work. The light stung my eyes as it poured in through the curtains, I could feel some weight a cold spot on my shoulder. I rubbed my eyes to wake them up, and then stretched my neck and legs hearing a satisfying series of pops. I finally managed to get a good look at what was on my shoulder. I guess Benji rolled off of me in his sleep...

...

... He's drooling.

Eww...

But, I guess it is cute... a little. I wish he weren't drooling on me, but cuteish, I guess... I'm coated in enough of his bodily fluids on a regular basis and my shoulder isn't the most enjoyable place for his saliva to be. I can't really think of a place on my body where cold saliva would be acceptable in the first place...

I nudged the cute wolf off my shoulder and on to the pillow. After flipping onto my side I reached out and grabbed my phone off of the nightstand. My eyes darted the flashing green light in the corner of the screen. I pressed the home key and unlocked the phone. I hope it isn't work calling me to come in early, or worse... my mother.

A little banner at the top read, "New Message From Mom"

Damn...

Why couldn't it have been work? Why is my mother even texting me at seven in the morning anyway?

I pulled up the message and held my breath that she wasn't trying to weasel her way up hear for the weekend to spy on my personal life again. That was not fun. Benji and I had just started dating when she visited last time so it wasn't very hard to hide him from her. We weren't even living together at that point. And the last thing I need is my mother to come up to visit, snoop around, find my gay lover's dildo, jump to conclusions and start preaching the bible to me, or hit me over the head with it in some crazy attempt to reform me.

There are very good reasons why there is only one person in my entire family that knows I'm gay. And she's going to some university in France right now. My parents are extremely homophobic, to say the god damn least. I managed to get by in high school by pretending to date this one girl, who was more than happy to go along with it, since she was in the same situation I was. It was convenient and kept us both in the closet. Not much to complain about there.

I willed up enough courage to press the messages icon on the screen and pull up the text. "You need to call me"

This cannot be good. What could she possibly want me to call her about? I'm not sure I want to find out and the primal pressure in my sheath means that I'm definitely not calling her right now. What is the point of waking up and needing to pee all of the time? It would be so much better if my bladder would just wait until after breakfast. Maybe I'll ask Benji about it later. There has to be some med school explanation for it.

I slid out from underneath the warm embrace of the covers and staggered over to the bathroom in the hall, holding my sheath like a little cub when he needs to pee, as I walked. It's an old habit, Benji's made fun of me for doing it a few times. But what guy doesn't do it at least once in their life?

I let out a sigh as I relieved myself into the porcelain bowl. The stream made a loud ringing noise as it resonated with the bowl, until the primal torrent began to let up. I shock the few remaining drops off myself stuffed my cocktail back into my sheath. I really hope I closed the blinds yesterday. Because I really don't feel like putting on any clothes this morning. If I forgot, the woman across the street is in for quite a show.

My paw brushed up against my abs. That's strange... Oh... that's great. I never cleaned that cum out of my fur last night when it was still wet. That's going to be difficult to get out. It's everywhere. Everywhere! And I only got off one last night, very unusual. Actually I believe Benji only got one off too... Maybe we're getting old.

I flushed the toilet and walked out into the hall which connected to the main room and kitchen. I don't get why my company would pay to put me in a three bedroom apartment. I really only need two at the most and if my family vows to never visit me again... I'll just sleep on the couch.

I walked quietly into the bedroom, grabbed my phone off the table, and snuck back into the main room. My fingers hesitated as I typed the dreaded number into the little box. Four. One. Zero...

"Hey mom!" oh god. I sound like I'm being held hostage. I can feel my own tensions rising in the small pause before her response.

Don't. Call. Me...

"Hey baby!" Fuck! Why does she need to be so loud... I hate when she calls me baby. Only one person can call me that and it's the fur I chose to share my life with that is currently sleeping in my bed.

"What did you want me to call you for?" I hesitated and stammered.

"Well," here we go, "you see, Cassius just got a call about possibly performing in Morgan City. He will be up there for three weeks, and I want to know if he can stay with you."

"Can't he just stay in a hotel? Is it as some sort of performance group or something?" I was irritated.

"Its three weeks Peter." She scolded me, "I don't want him staying in a hotel in some strange city for three weeks. But anyway, he was selected to participate in some concert that company you work for is sponsoring."

"Mom, I've already got someone living with me. I'm not sure how..." I was stopped mid sentence.

"You've got a girlfriend!?" she yelled, "When were you planning on telling me about this?" oh dear lord... why me? Just... why? "Should I come up and visit you two, if you're already living together and all..."

I panicked, "No, no, NO! We don't need to go doing that. It's just... a friend who's staying with me." A lie. "I'm letting him say here while he finishes his residency at the hospital." Lie, he technically finished yesterday. "And the hospital doesn't offer housing to residents if they live in state." Another lie.

It feels like I always need to spin a web of lies every time I talk to my mother. I panic and don't know what else to do. Lies are just... easier to control than reality and I can at least try to minimize her chance of jumping to a conclusion and doing something drastic.

"Wait, you and some other guy are living alone, together in an apartment. Isn't that just a little strange?" What the fuck kind of question is that? How delusional do you need to get that from what I told her?

"Mom what do you think I did in college?" I asked with an air of sass, "Dorms aren't coed. Plus it's a three bedroom apartment, it's not like we share a bed or anything." Lie! And I' so used to saying things like that, that I could probably convince myself of it too.

"So there's Room for Cassius." She said. Damn. Maybe should have told her they moved me to a studio instead.

"That's not what I was saying." I'm getting just a wee bit irritated.

"You just said that your apartment had three bedrooms, and if you and your roommate only take up two that leaves one for him." She explained her logic. "Please Peter. He's really looking forward to going and sending time with his big brother would mean so much to him."

I give the fuck up, "Fine... When's he coming in?"

"The twenty-eighth. Can you pick him up from the train station, too?"

"Yeah. Just tell me what time." My voice lacked any life at all, having lost this battle with my mother. Now to try and get out of this conversation, "I need to get ready for work mom." Another lie. They seem to come so easy today.

"Okay babe." EWWWW! DO NOT CALL ME THAT! "Call me."

"I will."

"Love you."

"Love you too." And with that I pressed the little red button, disconnecting the phone call.

What the fuck am I going to tell Benji? He hasn't met any of my family and it's not like we'll be able to be a couple with Cass around. I'll need to butter him up, with bacon. Maybe a couple eggs too. Some coffee. Yes, breakfast seems to be the best way to go about this.

I threw my phone down onto the couch and walked from the living room into the adjacent kitchen. I pulled out all of my breakfast materials and began cooking. It wasn't long until the scent of bacon roused Benji from his lair. That or his alarm clock, he tends to try and get as much sleep as he possibly can in the morning.

I felt a pair of furry arms wrap around my stomach and something warm poke me in the back. I called out to the presence behind me, "I'm not going to yiff with you in the kitchen while I'm cooking. Last time we did that you ended up with second degree burns and a bald patch on your stomach."

I turned my head and gave him a good morning kiss on the nose pad.

"I know, I've learned my lesson..." his nose produced a loud snuffling noise, "You smell like a sex toy." Benji's voice rumbled into my shoulder, making me shudder at the vibrations it made.

"I haven't had a shower yet this morning, and I'm not feeling particularly motivated either." I explained.

"I have the eight thirty shift today." He exclaimed, pulling his muzzle off my shoulder and moving his paws down to my hips and ass. "My first day as the official, Doctor Benjamin Fowler. ...You know, you could have at least closed the blinds or told me before I walked out with a raging hard-on. I'd rather not have to hear Ms. Jefferson complain about us again."

I turned around, being mindful of my tail and the stove, and leaned in close to him, "Why anyone would ever complain about such a sexy wolf walking around in the nude, I'll never know." I kissed him softly on the lips, I could still taste a little bit of myself on his tongue. "Plus, she's probably seen us do far worse on that couch and that table. I bet she even looks forward to it."

"I'm going to go get in the shower and ready for work." He smiled and tapped me on the nose, "I don't want to be late today."

"Busy day of saving lives ahead of you." I mused.

"Maybe. Or maybe I'll still be pulling bugs out of a cub's nose." He joked.

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" I accused him.

"No," he replied, "and it was more than just that one time. It's actually more common than you'd think. They even train you for bug removal from the nasal cavity in med school. I've already had to remove three."

I turned back to the stove to check on the food. "Are you going to eat before or after you get ready? 'Cause I'm just about finished here."

"I think my shower can wait until after breakfast. " He wrapped his arms around me again and gave me a little kiss. He walked around the support pillar at the end of the bar and sat down in one of the stools.

"So, I had an interesting conversation this morning." Better to tell him now, rather than later. I took one of our white plates from the cabinet and a coffee mug, and sat them down in front of him. I took the pot of coffee from the coffee maker and began pouring the black liquid into his mug. "You need to move into the spare bedroom."

His eyes moved back and forth before finally resting on me, "May I ask why?"

"Have I ever told you how much I love you, Benji?" I sarcastically asked him to try and dull the news.

"Yes. Several times. What are you trying to tell me?" it looks he's not having any of my jokes this morning, apparently.

"Okay." My tone became more serious, "My little brother has some sort of Performance coming up in the city and my parents want him to stay with us."

"Why does that mean I have to move into the spare bedroom?" he asked lifting the mug to his snout.

"You know my parents don't know about this... thing, right?"

"The gay thing?" he asked. How naïve, is my wolf?

"Yes Benji the gay thing!" I cried out. "And I'd like to keep it that way."

"Peter you are a twenty-eight years old." He stated bluntly, "Don't you think your parents can handle the truth?"

"No." I said, "My father would have a conniption and my mother would drive up here to personally beat the gay out of me... and you for that matter."

"Can't you trust your brother enough to at least tell him?" he pleaded.

"I don't know." I told him. There are twelve years between us so we never really grew up together.

"Which little brother is it anyway?" he asked with a nasally sigh. I have five siblings, six of us in total. Cassius and Mason are the twins, Carmen is my only sister and only eleven months younger, I'm the oldest, Keith is the third and Johnathan brings up the rear at fourteen.

"Cassius." I said. I began to pour my own cup of coffee. "My company is sponsoring some sort of winter concert. He auditioned and ended up getting in. Not really that much of a surprise."

"He's the prodigy, right?" he asked, lifting his mug for another sip.

"Yeah. I don't even know what instrument he's coming here to play. Rest assured it's probably not going to be anything in the piano or glockenspiel families." I said, also taking a sip. Last time I checked, Cassius could play nearly twenty instruments. I really hope it's not the trumpet or tuba or any other brass instrument. The neighbors would love that. Cassius is something else though. He's brilliant when it comes to music. But he's also the perfect child. Can't do anything wrong child.

He's nothing like my other brothers. I feel bad for Mason, his twin, every time I've visited in the last ten years it's like mom won't leave the poor boy alone. It's feels terrible to live in a sibling's shadow, especially a twin's. I had my little sister Carmen though. We got along better than most brothers and sisters, but it was a constant academic struggle with her. In the end I went to MIT and she went to University of Paris to become an archeologist and art historian.

"How long will he be staying with us?" my mate asked me.

"The rest of November and most of December." I said. "I'll probably go back home with him for Christmas and be back for New Year's."

"I'll be without my favorite catnip for Christmas?" he took a sip and snickered at his comment.

"I will be sure to leave plenty of food and a bowl of water out." I joked.

"Fine, but don't expect me to like not having Christmas sex with you."

We finished the rest of our breakfast and coffee, and he went to go get his shower in the master bathroom. I went into the bedroom to throw on some underwear and straighten the room up a little from last night. I threw the clothes into the hamper, which were promptly followed by the now soiled sheets.

It wasn't long until I heard the water stop running. My wolf walked into the room clad only in one of our blue bath towels. He produces a can of spray on deodorant from the top drawer of his dresser, as well as a pair of red boxers.

I took my work clothes out of my own dresser, across the room from his. I kissed him on the cheek before I walked out of the room and towards the bathroom. I still my clothes down on the white porcelain vanity and turned on the walking shower. I only needed to wait a few seconds for the water to warm up and start coating the bathroom in a thick coat of steam.

I tested the water with my right paw, to make sure it wasn't too hot, and stepped in. The water felt so good as it coursed through my downy fur, making me shiver in warm delight. Unfortunately it was only short lived, since I still needed to leave for work. I slathered my fur with the shampoo and conditioner. My claws dug into the layer of my coat, washing way every trace of last night's naughty activities.

I finished rinsing, and began drying my fur with the fur dryer I keep on the vanity. I like getting really dry after my sowers, to avoid smelling like damp tiger all day, so fur drying is at least a five minute process for me. I slid on the pair of boxer-briefs I sat on the vanity, and then my black slacks overtop of them, followed by me throwing on a blue button up shirt and a red tie.

I passed Benji in the dining room and picked up my black leather computer bag from the floor. I looked at my pretty little wolf and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"See you after work?" he said to me. Almost like he was asking a question, but not quite.

I kissed him again and grabbed my car keys from the counter behind him. "Definitely."