Heat of the Moment
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
When a mishap leaves a pine marten wet, well, what is his neighbour to do but finish him off?
Heat of the moment
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
5th September, 2024
All Rights Reserved.
This Week's Writing Challenge: You're going to have to try harder than that.
The midday sun blazed down on Alex, as he twisted the hose nozzle again. Nothing. He grunted in frustration, his fingers tightening around the stubborn plastic. “Piece of junk!” he snarled, his anger getting the better of the young red fox, continuing to wrestle with the nozzle.
Behind him, the unmistakable soft-footed steps of Casey, his pine marten neighbour, approached.
“Having some trouble there?” Casey's voice was smooth, slightly curious, as he sensed Alex's growing frustration.
Alex turned, then flashed a grin that didn't match the frustration within him. “It's this stupid new hose! I can't get it to --” He twisted the nozzle the other way, determined to prove the damn thing wouldn't work.
It worked alright.
A blast of freezing cold water shot out with unexpected force, blasting Casey full in the face. The pine marten gurgled in shock, accidentally inhaling water, his entire front from head to foot suddenly soaked, fur plastered against his slender form. Alex's eyes widened in horror as Casey stood there, holding his arms out and looking down at himself, water dripping.
“Er... sorry about that,” Alex stammered, his grin sheepish. “I swear I'll make it up to you.” His eyes flicked over the wet marten, and an idea sparked behind his playful expression.
Casey ran a paw through his wet fur, shaking his head as water dripped off his whiskers. “Oh, you will, huh?”
Alex took a step closer, the hose now forgotten on the ground behind him. He leaned in, his voice low, laced with his wit and charm. “ Did you know I give the best blow job in town?”
Casey's ears twitched at the boldness of the statement. He blinked, feeling the weight of Alex's gaze travelling down his waterlogged body. “Uh... what?” Casey's words caught in his throat, unsure of how he was meant to respond to the sudden shift in tone.
“Yeah,” Alex grinned, undeterred, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “I mean, well, you shouldn't get someone wet, if you're not going to finish it, right?”
“I. uh...” Casey stammered, placing a wet paw on his chest, a deep blush creeping up his cheeks, his fur still dripping, mind working overtime trying to truly understand what Alex's words meant. “Actually, I – “
Alex cut him off with a casual wave of his paw. “Don't sweat it,” the fox grinned, stepping even closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I owe it to you.”
Casey shifted on his feet, caught somewhere between confusion and discomfort. “You, uh, really think that's necessary?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly as Alex's grin grew wider.
The fox had a certain look, the kind that Casey knew meant trouble, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted to be a part of this or not.
“Come with me, it'll be an... experience...” Alex snickered, leading the wet pine marten in through the side door.
*
“You have a very... nice... house – “ Casey muttered, glancing about nervously.
Alex snorted and left for a moment, returning with a large towel, stepping right into Casey's personal space, and draping the towel over his shoulder. “Relax,” Alex whispered, his paws starting to work the towel over Casey's wet fur. “Let me take care of you, as only a vulpine can!”
Casey blinked, his body momentarily stiffening under the towel's pressure. Yet, Alex's soft paw pads were surprisingly firm, and despite the fox's suggestive words, his touch was surprisingly... gentle. He moved the towel over Casey's chest, his movements slow and deliberate, working the water out of his fur in what felt like an agonisingly intimate way.
The pine marten couldn't help but feel the heat creeping up his neck, his cheeks reddening beneath the fur at Alex's steady, unhurried movements, Alex, of course, only winked and grinned wider.
“You're going to have to try harder than that,” Casey finally muttered, his voice low, trying to regain a semblance of control in this unexpected and strange situation.
Alex chuckled at that, his eyes gleaming as he quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that a challenge?” His paws moved lower, the towel now running down Casey's sides, lingering longer than it needed to over his hips.
Casey shivered, and not entirely from the cold. “I didn't ask for – “
Alex cut him off again, his tone still laced with that ever-present teasing. “Oh, I think you did! I can't get you all wet and...”
“I mean – “ Casey stammered, glancing away.
Alex stepped back, dropping the towel to the floor. “But,” Alex snickered, turning around and heading for a closet. “there's something else I have, that'll really do the job.”
Casey stood there, half-towelled off, his mind reeling from the not-so-subtle innuendo that Alex had been saying. He knew Alex was bisexual, that didn't bother Casey one bit, but he did begin to wonder if he'd inadvertently sent the wrong signals. “Alex, I swear, if you're about to --”
Alex plucked out a clean, dry towel, then with skill, threw it over the pine marten's head, momentarily blinding him.
“Thanks – “ Casey sighed, as he vigorously began rubbing his still wet head and neck. “Now --”
“Mmm, I know exactly what you need – “ Alex's chuckle set the pine marten's muscles tense.
“I'm not so sure that – “ Casey began, before he suddenly stiffened and gasped, as a warmth started to spread from his thighs and groin.
Alex knelt before him, holding a hair dryer, gently wafting it back and forth.
“What the – “ Casey gasped.
Alex looked up, pointing the drying at the pine marten soaked fur with a smirk on his muzzle. “See? What'd I tell you, I give the best blow job in town – now, stop twitching!”
Casey's muzzle wrinkled in disbelief caught between irritation and embarrassment. The fox's cheeky grin never wavered as the warm air blew over Casey's fur, slowly drying him.
“I thought – “ Casey began, before resting a paw against his forehead and shaking his head.
“Mmm, just let me know if it gets too hot for you,” Alex grinned, running the dryer slowly up and down Casey's legs.
Casey rolled his eyes, the nervous tension in his shoulders finally melting away, his voice breaking to laughter at the absurdity of it all. The warm air continued to blow, and though Alex's innuendos hadn't stopped, the moment had shifted. Now, it was just... comfortable, rather than awkward.
Alex stood up after a while, turning off the dryer with a satisfied click. “There you go, all dried off.” he looked appreciatively at the silky smooth fur of the pine marten, brushed and glistening.
Casey blushed, shaking his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “You're ridiculous, you know that?”
Alex shrugged, setting the dryer aside. “Maybe, but hey, I told you I'd make it up to you!” his words trailed off, as he walked out of the room, carrying his pet grooming tray with him.
Casey ran his paws down his chest, belly and thighs, feeling the luxurious and expensive fur cream that'd been brushed into it. He sighed, the last traces of the playful tension lingering in the air. He glanced back down at himself. Not a single trace of dampness remained on his fur.
Alex really did give the best blow job in town...
END