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The next week went by in a haze of pain, stress, exhaustion and exhilaration upon its end First Sergeant Ross, who was a massively muscular Irish wolfhound, gray in both color and demeanor gave a short brief warning all student of the dangers of drinking, drug abuse and unprotected sex. He bid them all a good and safe weekend and upon his office door clicking shut, Staff Sergeant Coon spoke up. He was tall and had what the students had jokingly dubbed the "operator bod". It was very similar to the dad bod, but wider in the chest and shoulder with powerful arms and bulging pectoral muscles. Despite his grand appearance and attempts at humor Pongo never cared for the raccoon. He was reminded why when he gave his famous ending remarks to their liberty brief. "Don't drink, don't drive, and don't do dudes. I'm not allowed to say that but it's gross so just stick to women", his voice was excruciatingly monotone and the only sign of portrayed humor was a rye smile and chuckle from most of the surrounding Marines. But Pongo didn't laugh, he merely stared at his weathered and worn combat boots and tried desperately to hide his embarrassed flush. As he return his gaze forward he caught a glimpse of Captain Webb. He was staring at him with a look that seemed to understand, accept, and console him all at once. Pongo couldn't help but crack a reassuring smile which once returned by the handsome officer left his head reeling. He didn't even noticed when the wretched Staff Sergeant dismissed the company and was left stupidly standing as everyone else made a dead sprint for the barracks and forty-eight hours of glorious freedom. When Pongo finally reached his room and upon swiping his key card he pushed the door open he felt the weight of the week slump of his shoulders. He threw himself onto his bed and not moving from his laying position pulled of his sweat drenched blouse, skivvy shirt, boots and socks. He was undoing his belt and had the first button of his trousers off when a knock pounded at his door. Pongo sighed heavily "Fuck", he murmured in an exasperated tone. "Hold on I'm coming!" he called following another set of thunderous knock and severely peeved he stomped to the door and threw it open. "What the hell.....oh um good evening sir". Before the Dalmatian stood the commanding frame and kind face of Captain Webb. "Evening Pongo, mind if I come in for a second" He asked with sincere care, as if at this moment nothing in the world was more essential than the spotted Lance Corporals hospitality. He was dressed in a stylish pair of jeans, tight in all the right areas but in no way feminine with a gray button down shirt. The sleeves were carefully cuffed at the elbow. His sunglasses still perched between his triangular tipped ears, and he was close enough for Pongo to smell his cologne. I wasn't the sweet and citrusy type Pongo wore but a masculine blend of earthy scents and musk, he found it positively entrancing."Oh um yes please come in" Pongo threw the door open and stepped aside to allow entry. Captain Webb swaggered in, appraising the apartment like space with curious and intellect eyes. "Pardon the mess" Pongo stated embarrassdly as he shuffled around the room moving dirty clothes into neat piles and nervously organizing discarded pizza boxes. " No worries, I just came up to talk to you Pongo". Pongo, Pongo, Pongo he was using his first name! Never in LCpL Spottail's military career had anyone above his own grade address him by his christian name. He had been called many things ass, idiot, fuck face, disgusting creature but never his first name and this both surprised him and even further endeared him to the manned wolf before him. " I saw you at the liberty brief and you seemed uncomfortable, is there anything bothering you or you'd like to talk about?" Captain Webb asked this with such sincerity and understanding as befitted an orphaned child or widowed woman. "Oh no sir I'm fine, I mean it's fine, and by the i mean..." Pongo trailed off then looking up into those amber eyes he sighed and knew he couldn't tell this wolf anything aside from the honest to God truth. "I hate Staff Sergeant Coon" He blurted as his gaze locked with the sir's. The copper depths twinkled merrily and a smile paved its way across the Captain's lips. Not a rye and condescending smile Pongo was accustom to from those of his military merit, but instead a gleeful expression. " Yes well in all honesty I'm not particular fond of him myself, his joke are offensive and he's so damn dull he make women's sports seem exciting." Pongo let out a belt of true laughter at this and stared at the smile he already loved, craved and desired. A strong paw was placed gently on his shoulder and another covering his left, which he and latched onto his forearm as a subconscious means of consolation and calming himself. The contact was gentle and kind, the way a father would have done to a distressed pup. It was a non verbal conveyor of unyielding dedication and trust. Pongo's face and neck went so warm he was sure his legs and arms had been completely drained of blood as to transfer all his life's fluid into his cheeks. "Stay strong, don't let morons like him get you down, and do your best. If you do all that I promise you won't fail, ok?" Pongo nodded, his throat was full of butterflies that escaped his stomach and to speak now would release them to the world. The wolf gave the dog's shoulder and paw a squeeze then beaming turned to leave. As the door knob turned was pushed open Captain Webb spoke over his shoulder, "If you need anything at all I'm right below you, room 255. Have a good weekend Pongo." "You too!" Pongo squeaked after him, his voice much higher than usual. He suddenly felt the heat of humiliation blast across his face he waved and rushed into the bathroom as the door was released from outside and shut itself. His mind a blaze and blur of questions. Why would he use his first name? How did he even know it? Pongo was one a first name basis with less than a handful of people on the whole of Camp Pendleton, this mind he had to actively seek it out. And a visit just to check on him,was that more than it seemed or should it be taken at face value. And upon answering the door Captain Webb had looked over his half naked form, had he seen a hint of desire in the glittering eyes of his? Or was this all in his head? And what of the paw holding; if one could it that. These thoughts and other clouded his mind as he stripped and stod in a warm shower. As he exited he threw a towel around his waist and looking forward was faced by his reflection. He examined it carefully. Now Pongo was tall and strong but he had never truly liked his body. He had inherited his mother's wide hips and no matter the amount of cardio he had an evident set of love handles. That plus the ever thinning layer of fat covering his abs upset him. Sure you could see their outline, and when flexed the could be counted but he wasn't shredded. And what of his arms, long and trim but not bulging with muscle like the action heros we all see parading across the silver screen. He shook his head upset the concentrated on his face. His face was very masculine with a large and rugged jawline leading to a pronounced chin. That combined with his dazzling baby blue eyes and his left eye patched with black fur brought them out even better. These were undoubtedly his favorite physical features. But those damn spots! He had multiple tiny, drop like spots smattering his cheeks instead of the large blotches that society found most beautiful. He had been told through puberty and multiple shedding season the would group together to make the desired blotches but he was nearly 20 and progress in this had been slow. He growl suddenly angry at the polished, steam rimmed glass. How stupid was he? Men like Captain Webb were perfect, graced by genetics even minimal exercise keep them looking like demigods, and thusly the rigors of training had already trimmed and hewed and built him into a Adonis. He was almost caught earlier that day ogling this perfect specimen as he changed after the pool. Logan had to shake him back to reality as he had spent thr last five minutes holding his right boot but made no progress in putting it on. Logan shot him suspicious glances for the rest of the day which thusly made anymore observation obsolete. Now the dalmatian, infuriated by his own body he stormed from the bathroom. He dressed in jeans and a hoddie despite the warm summer breeze blowing through his open window. Just as he lay in his bed to sluck fully clothed, his phone dinged. He picked it up and saw a simple message stretched across the home screen. It was sent by Jake and merely said, "Getting wasted tonight, you in?" Pongo decided right now nothing sounded better than a beer! Three hours later Pongo and the usual crew were seated in their favorite dive bar ,Big Hellen's. The sound of old country filled the cliche beach themed establishment and alcohol seemed to have replaced a majority of the Dalmatian's blood. He was beyond drunk, a usually lightweight and not even of legal age his group of friends had stumbled across this bar within days of arriving at their new home. The drinks were cheap, the bartender a very flirty and fun vixen, and the standing policy on age was similar to the Old Corps policy on homosexuality don't motherfucking ask and don't motherfucking tell. The clock struck midnight and the group began to disperse. First Jordan drunkenly introduced himself to a female black cat who must of been his mother's age. She wore heavy makeup and between sips of her cosmo pushed up her breast in a revealing, sequence top. Last they saw of the otter was his tail disappearing into a cab, following the girlish giggles of a cat playing cougar. This event was followed by raucous laughter and ripping about the frat boys taste. Right as Jake was about to offer a proposal of selling Jordan his grandmother's used panties a livid poodle tapped his shoulder and cleared her throat. See stared daggers at the boozy dog, who cowered under her glare. This was his girlfriend Irene who he had promised only hours ago that he was to stay in and not touch a sip of the devil's nectar all weekend. She lanced a finger towards the door and a still running Ford Escape. "Go" she growled and with a sad wave Jordan was escorted out, tail between his legs. This brought Pongo and Logan even more merriment and they called and jeered him, asking where she kept his nuts. She threw a middle finger in the air in way of correspondence. The spotted dog and golden furred on nearly pissed themselves with laughter. They recovered by breathing heavily and taking another draw from their mugs. "So what do you think of our glorious class commander?" Logan questioned pointing his glass at Pongo in way of assuring he knew who he was talking to, his beer slushed heavily on the table. " Captain Webb? Oh yeah he's pretty cool." Pongo replied koyly sipping from his Belgian White but no longer tasting it's citrusy undertones. " Yeah he's quite the fella, very nice of him to come check on you." he said matter a factly and Pongo couldn't hide his shock. " How'd you know about that?" "Well I was passing by and heard you inviting him in, you left the door propped open so I tuned in. It was no surprise though, that's exactly what I would've done if Dianna was upset." The drunken dog receiving this information cocked his head sideways in confusion. "What the hell does your wife have to do with this?" Pongo spat at him truly confused by the mentioning of her name. "Oh don't play stupid, I've seen how you look at him, and how he looks at you. You should have seen him that time you nearly dropped your towel and mooned everyone I thought the poor guy was gonna faint." Logan said this calmly but it was obvious he relished Pongo's reaction of mixed fear, embarrassment, and joy. " I won't tell a soul, beside Dianna that is, but who the hell would she tell? And I'll slap her around a little to make sure she keeps the secert." Pongo laughed hardily, knowing Logan was a loving husband. He had seen them together once and automatically knew he had never seen a couple more in love than the two sitting before him. But he had always enjoyed his edgy humour, especially when intoxicated and it put him at ease. "How about you grow a pair and go talk to him, he's got to be just as nervous as you but a man in his position has to be careful." Logan suggested wisely and Pongo nodded, deciding at that moment he would make the first move! The two friends drained their beers and calling a cab they arrived at the barracks 2am Saturday morning. Logan stumbled up the stairs singing Highway to Hell extremely out of tune and shouting his vocal version of the guitar solo. He stopped at the first landing and looked Pongo dead in the eye. " Go...talk...now!" and with that the massive Golden Retriever climbed the stairs and went out of sight. Emboldened by barley and hops Pongo went straight up to room 155 and banged on the door. He did this brashly and wanted anxiously for an answer. Then he heard a grumble and shuffling of footfall. He completely lost his nerve and was turning to leave, to sprint away, to escape this outrageous stupid decision when he heard the clicking of a lock and a weary voice ask,"Pongo, is that you?" He was caught in the act, he turned back at put on a big smile. "Good morning sir!" He said this brightly and pivoting on his heel nearly tripped over himself to face the sleepy wolf."Jesus it's early, want can I do for you?" Captain Webb asked pushing the door open more, the hallway light flooded into the dark doorway to show that he was shirtless and sporting only a tight pair of boxer briefs. Pongo's already ruddy complexion reddened and for a full five second he stared dumbly at the bulge in front of him. Then snapping his head up to look him in the eyes he muttered "Um well, you see I was just passing by." A deepthroated chuckle stopped him and he saw the amber eyes glint with laughter. " Pongo, how drunk are you?" Staring up at him once again the idea of lying seemed completely irrelevant. "Smashed sir, completely and totally shit faced." The door swung open wider and Captain Webb gestured him in. "Get in, you damn idiot" the manned wolf said this in a light hearted manner so as to not worry the drunken teen before him. Pongo smiled and came in. His room was bigger than Pongo expected and only had only bed. The wolf opened up his mini fridge and taking a cold bottle of water patted a spot on the end of his bed, where the sheets were now huddled. "Sit" he said then handing off the water to the spotted youth directed him to ,"Drink." Pongo obeyed and after draining half the bottle looked at the officer sitting next to him, then back at the bottle in his paw. "Are you mad at me?" he asked his ear flat on his head and his tail limp, he was childlike in his inebriated state, both innocent and sheepish he looked the bottle intently. Then he felt a paw on his chin, it turned his head round and upward so he was looking Captain Webb in the eyes. In the dull light they seemed to glow, luminous and awe inspiring. "No I'm not mad, just glad you made it back safe" he said in little more than a whisper returning the blued eyed gaze. Then it happened, without any thought or hesitation Pongo drove his lips upward and pressed a kiss on the wolf. Its was electric as though his lips emitted a current of warmth and hope, he moaned in pleasure and wrapped his paws around the bare neck and shoulders of the officer. It seemed an eternity until a paw was laid ever so softly on his chest and coerced him the break the kiss. "Pongo, you're drunk" Captain Webb whispered into the space of inches that now separated their lips. " I know but that's not why I did it! Ive wanted to do it every second since I first meet you." The youth replied, his eyes of baby blue shimmering with desire and longing. His head felt extremely clear now as though sobriety had always been just a kiss away. Very kindly the wolf laid the pup down in his bed, "You'll sleep here tonight Pongo, and we can talk in the morning." He helped the drunken boy strip out of his shirt and pants holding his paw then entire time as Pongo swayed and struggled to get out of his clothes. He then turned on his personal fan and putting the cool breeze to where it lapped at the spotted boys face he helped him get under the covers. "Good night Pongo" he said kindly as he got up from the bed and made himself a makeshift palette of extra blanket on the floor. Exhausted, nervous that he had made a fool of himself and replaying this kiss over and over in this head all Pongo could say was, "Goodnight sir." A small and tired laugh broke the silence of the night, "Call me Max." "...Goodnight Max." Pongo whispered caressing the name with his tongue and before another moment could pass he was fast asleep.