It's So Easy
#2 of More Than Friends
It's So Easy
copyright 2009
comidacomida
Paul smiled as he got out of Tanner's car. He looked at the small but well-kept duplex, admiring its simple but welcoming charm. It was the first time he'd been to the dog's home since they first met. Having had Tanner over to his previous rented home and, most recently, to his new condo, it seemed only fair that he spend a weekend at his boyfriend's in return. Even though he'd only been settled in for a handful of days at his new home, Paul didn't mind the idea of a weekend away from it with Tanner. He reached into the back seat of the two door and grabbed his backpack.
"Evening, Mr. Hatter." Tanner offered in an amiable tone, pulling Paul's attention to an older man on the opposite side of the duplex yard. The man was seated on a gardening stool, bent over and tending to the flower bed. He didn't bother acknowledge the greeting, remaining elbow-deep in the flowers. Paul almost thought he saw the old man turn further away.
"He keeps to himself." the dog offered with a faint smile, but Paul could see that the smile was a false one. Something about that old man bothered his boyfriend, and that didn't sit well with Paul. "Let's get inside; I picked up an old movie from the rental store I think you'll like." the smile that followed Tanner's statement looked more genuine.
"Do we get to do the Mystery Science Theater thing with it?" Paul responded with a wide grin, trying to put the man out of his mind.
"I wouldn't stop you if I could." Tanner replied, grinning equally. Paul followed the dog up to the door. It was late afternoon, but there was still plenty of light out, and Tanner walked into the house without bothering to turn on the front porch light. Paul hazarded a glance toward the old man. Mr. Hatter, as Tanner had called him, was staring right at him. He saw the old man grunt, and return to his gardening. Paul felt more self conscious, and quickly went inside.
The door opened into the duplex's main room. The tan-brown carpet looked clean, but was apparently in need of replacement with obvious threadbare spots here-and-there. The off-white paint on the wall wasn't very inspired, but Paul had to admit that it was better than the 1970s wallpaper his own prior rental had. Tanner stood to the side of an old, slightly faded bluish sofa, watching him take in the scenery.
"Not too bad, huh?" he asked, a pleasant smile spreading his muzzle.
"Not bad at all." Paul confirmed. The answer obviously didn't sit well with Tanner, who was far more astute than most people Paul knew.
"What's wrong?" the dog asked, dropping a stack of mail onto one of the cushions of the couch. He stepped closer to Paul, cocking his head to the side critically as he met his gaze.
"Mr. Hatter... what's up with him?" Paul asked, unable to formulate his unease.
"Mr. Hatter?" Tanner asked, ears rising up, "Not sure really... I haven't spoken with him very much. He's pretty quiet, and doesn't really talk much. He hasn't really caused any problems for anyone though, so we pretty much each do our own thing. Why... jealous?" the attempt at humor didn't sit well with Paul, and Tanner was obviously able to realize that.
"He just seems... well... I don't know. He just... seems." Paul shrugged, content to leave it at that. He really wasn't sure what it was about Mr. Hatter that he didn't like, but he definitely got the feeling that the old man wasn't a pleasant fellow. In the end, he decided to toss the thought from his mind; he didn't want some first impression to ruin his evening by preoccupying him, "Never mind. What movie did you get?"
"The adventures of Rin-Tin-Tin." Tanner's grin was from ear to ear.
"Rin-Tin-Tin?" Paul asked, "You must REALLY be into old movies."
"I told you before... I like the classics." the dog answered, moving over to take a seat on the couch. He patted the cushion beside himself after removing the mail from it, "Got something against dog movie stars?" the grin on his muzzle became a witty smirk.
"Well... Rin-Tin-Tin WAS a womanizer, you know." Paul answered, taking a seat beside his boyfriend, mindful of the german shepherd's tail.
"Hollywood gossip rags trying to destroy his reputation." Tanner answered back.
"He had puppies with, like, twenty different women." Paul countered.
"That's beside the point." Tanner responded without missing a beat, "Anyway, dogs were a little more progressive back in that era... they had different social values compared to a lot of human cultures."
"'Progressive' meaning they humped like wild--" but Tanner cut Paul short with a touch of his muzzle to the human's lips.
"Do you know that they originally planned to cast Rin-Tin-Tin as a four legged dog?" the dog changed the topic.
"And now you're just lying through your teeth." Paul accused with a roll of his eyes.
"No... it's true!" Tanner insisted, "They were going to make it a non-talking part."
"That wouldn't have worked... he would have died after a decade and that would have been the end of the movie series." Paul offered.
"Well, you've always said dogs look alike... the could have found another four legged dog to take over the leading role." Tanner countered.
"Still... that would have been like having Coco the chimp play the lead in Casablanca." Paul stated flatly.
"You mean that little guy with a cigar WASN'T a--" Tanner didn't get the chance to finish his statement, getting an elbow in the ribs for his trouble.
"Well, I'm glad they gave him speaking parts and made him a verbal character... I think his german accent worked really well in the story too... he led the way for other heavily accented actors like Arnold." Paul offered.
"You know he was actually born in France... I think he just used the accent for show." Tanner commented.
"Arnold? Are you smoking something? He's from Austria!"
"All hail the Governator." Tanner winked, "No... I meant Rinty, you dweeb." and they both shared a laugh.
"So..." Paul asked, leaning against the Dog, "You really mean to say that Rin-Tin-Tin was originally going to be just a standard, run-of-the-mill German Shepherd?"
"French Shepherd." the dog replied, and got an elbow in the ribs for his trouble. Tanner smirked, "Well... I'M a standard, run-of-the-mill German Shepherd, you know."
"You know what I mean." Paul scowled playfully, "and YOU'RE not from Germany either."
"Yea... but it just sounds so funny to hear someone say something like 'standard, run-of-the-mill German Shepherd'." the dog offered.
"Well, I need to get a little bit better about what I say or people'll think I'm racist."
"I don't think anyone will accuse YOU of being racist... you have too much of the deer-in-headlights look." Tanner confirmed, "They'll just think you be ig'nant." the dog spoke the last words in a heavily accented slurred tone.
"Whatever..." Paul said with a melodramatic sigh, "just so long as you don't start going out and impregnating the whole of the city, I'll let your love of Rin-Tin-Tin slide."
"I'd much rather spend my time trying to impregnate you." the Dog responded with a grin, leaning over to lick Paul's neck.
"Yea... I don't think you'll have much luck there." Paul laughed, pushing the Dog back, but only by a little, "You can't exactly get me pregnant... or are you not as good at human anatomy as you thought?"
"Doesn't mean that I should stop trying." Tanner's grin widened, and he pulled Paul into his lap. Paul laughed at that, reaching up hold the back of Tanner's head, pulling it down so he could share a kiss with him. He could feel the dog's firming sheath through each of their pants, "Should I wine and dine you first?" Tanner asked, licking Paul's throat once their kiss ended.
"Well... you can always get some microwave dinners going..." Paul offered, "and if you say 'pleasepleasepleaseplease' with enough of a whimper that should count for 'whine', right?" the young man grinned.
"You're horrible." Tanner noted with a smile, wrapping his arms around Paul and dragging him down to a laying position on the sofa.
"You must be a masochist if you spend so much time suffering because of me then." Paul answered, slowly pushing against Tanner's shoulders until he escaped the hug, and slid off of the couch and onto the floor with a controlled flop. He looked back to his furry boyfriend, who still lay on the sofa, head propped up, just looking at him.
"I love every minute of it." Tanner responded, simply watching him, eyes shining with vibrant joy. Unable to resist, Paul leaned forward and they shared another kiss. Tanner's tongue softly slid across his lips, and Paul joined it with his own. Furry paws slid up under his shirt, velvety paw-pads brushing across the skin of his back as Tanner renewed their embrace.
Paul felt his own erection starting to grow, and, realizing that he would have to wait, he slowly drew away. Tanner gazed up at him from the sofa quizzically. Paul spoke up, "I think we'd better do the dinner thing right now."
"It can wait." Tanner offered, dropping his ears slightly in embarrassment as one of his paws moved to adjust the jeans at his crotch, "We can always have 'dessert' first." he offered a sheepish grin.
"No... I don't think it can..." Paul felt his own face grow reddish, "I... I'm thinking about trying that one thing again."
"One... thing?" Tanner's ears went back up as an expression of confusion drifted across his muzzle-- but only for a moment, "Oh! The 'one thing'!" Tanner bolted upright, realization coming to him. He paused long enough to rest a paw on Paul's shoulder, "Are you sure though? The first time--"
Paul interrupted, "I'm sure." his smile was much more confident, "I'm really sure. If we do that first, I don't think it'd be very easy for you to cook... not even with the microwave."
He watched Tanner trot off into the kitchen, the dog's gait filled with levity and excitement, tail wagging. Paul pulled at the front of his own jeans, member already cramped with his own expectations; Tanner wasn't the only one excited at the thought.
Paul went to where he set his backpack down. He opened one of the smaller pouches, pulling out his toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and what it was he had been seeking: a small, clear bottle.
"That what I think it is?" Tanner spoke up from the doorway leading into the kitchen. The comment made Paul jump, and he turned around to regard the dog, who was leaning against the wall without a shirt, crumpled plastic film in one paw.
"Depends on what you think it is." Paul replied with a smirk.
The dog trotted over to the human and slid an arm around his mid-section, resting a muzzle on Paul's shoulder. Tanner's other paw reached out to grasp Paul's wrist, and moved the bottle into clearer view, "It is." the dog noted.
"I figured that it'd make it a little... er... easier." Paul chuckled with good humored embarrassment, and slid the bottle into his front pocket.
"You know I don't want to hurt you." Tanner nuzzled the side of his cheek.
"We'll be really careful... no sudden surprises like last time." they both shared a laugh.
Paul realized, however, that anything too spontaneous had the capacity to end the night in the one quick moment where it became too late to prevent them from being locked together. It was a moment he looked forward to trying again with his lover, but he also knew that it would limit them for who-knew-how-long afterward. Tanner rested his chin on Paul's shoulder, nuzzling the side of his face with a cold, black nose.
Paul really didn't want to disengage from the embrace. He felt Tanner's bare chest against the back of his shirt, the dog's fur brushing across the cloth that separated them. Paul didn't know if he had the willpower to pull away. The sound of shattering glass from beyond the front door solved the problem for him.
"What the hell?" Tanner inquired. He released Paul and moved to the door and opened it. During the course of the movie the sun had set, and there was barely any light left in the sky. Looking around on the front step, Tanner sighed, "Oh, damn it."
Paul moved up behind him and looked past the furry form to the shattered lamp casing on the ground. He stuck his head out of the door past Tanner, glancing to where the light had been beside the door on the front porch; an empty fixture identified that the shattered glass on the concrete had indeed once been the front porch light.
There were clods of dirt and mounds of scattered soil commingled with the glass, along with a discarded gardening spade. Glancing across the side of the building to the adjacent duplex, Paul saw the door to Mr. Hatter's unit close. Tanner's paw rested on his shoulder, and pulled him back into the house. Paul looked to his boyfriend, the scowl on Tanner's muzzle evident, but he also noticed that Tanner's tail had started to curl between his legs.
"This isn't the first time something like that's happened, is it?" Paul asked, reading into Tanner's mixed reaction.
"No... I hope that didn't ruin our night." Tanner offered sullenly.
"It sure as hell is going to ruin his." Paul noted indignantly, "Where's your phone? We should report this."
"Please don't." Tanner requested, his ears dropping slightly.
"That Hatter guy just smashed your porch light." Paul spoke, his voice coming out a little louder than he intended.
Tanner looked down with a nod, "Right. I'll call the landlord and have it replaced tomorrow."
"That's not okay!" Paul's voice rose even louder, "Why would he do something like that? It's because you're a dog, isn't it? Is he some kind of racist or something? That's not okay, Tanner... it's not okay." fuming, Paul moved to flop down on the sofa.
"Just drop it, Paul..." Tanner moved over to take a seat beside him, "please?"
"You're being victimized, Tanner. He doesn't have a right to do that kind of thing." Paul fumed.
"He's just confused." Tanner noted, resting a paw on Paul's arm.
Paul leapt up at that, "He broke your porch light on purpose, Tanner... I don't think someone can claim to have done it because they were confused."
"Mr. Hatter isn't racist." Tanner spoke from his spot on the sofa, "He's just going through a hard time."
"So he broke your porch light so he could feel better? He isn't exactly the nicest guy toward you, Tanner. He's singling you out, and if that isn't racism, I don't know what is. I know you don't want to make a big deal out of it, but, Jesus... if you don't do something then it's only going to get worse. He--"
"He's going into a nursing home next week." Tanner interjected.
"So what does that have to do with--"
"It's dementia." Tanner interrupted again, "Two years ago he was a really nice man. He's been losing it, and it's been getting worse lately. This whole vandalism thing started last month. Mr. Hatter's daughter came over personally to apologize. His mind's going, Paul, and she's having him admitted into a nursing home."
Paul paused, then tried several times to continue the argument, attempting to save face some how by finding an excuse for his anger or dismiss his ill-called-for crusade for justice. In the end, he sat back down next to Tanner and sighed. After a few moments he spoke up, "I didn't know."
Tanner just nodded, then said softly, "Nobody told you-- you couldn't have known unless you asked."
"I didn't ask." Paul noted, "I just jumped to conclusions."
"It says a lot about you though," Tanner stood slowly, "I'm going to check on dinner." and he padded quietly into the kitchen.
"It says a lot about me?" Paul inquired of himself. The parting comment made him squirm. Did Tanner think he was hot -headed? Did his boyfriend think that he saw the worst in people? Worse yet, an old saying said that people saw the worst parts of themselves in others when they couldn't face it in themselves. What if Tanner thought that Paul was racist, and trying to make up for it by starting a witch-hunt against everyone else?
"What does it say about me?" Paul asked to the room. He didn't consider himself hot headed, and he liked to think that he saw the good sides of people before the bad ones, but he also had to admit that he had judged Mr. Hatter long before he received any real information regarding to motive or understanding. "Judging someone before you know them... prejudice... and that's not far from racism." he mumbled.
"Dinner's ready." Tanner noted quietly, placing two cardboard platters of food on the coffee table to the side of the sofa. He dragged it to a position in front of it, and sat down beside Paul, handing the human a plastic fork, "It's all I have." he offered. The two ate in silence.
"Tanner?" Paul asked once there was no more food on his tray to keep him focused on anything other than the self-depercating thoughts running around in his head.
"Yea?"
"What does it say about me?" he asked, looking at the empty platter and not his boyfriend.
"What?" came the confused reply.
"You said my reaction to Mr. Hatter breaking your porch light said a lot about me." he squirmed in his seat, not sure he was ready for the dog's critical realization. He gripped either of his knees with his hand as he waited to hear what the dog had to say.
One of Tanner's paws pressed down on Paul's. When Tanner didn't speak immediately, Paul looked up and over at him; the dog was gazing right back, "It means you care, and that you're worried about me, and that you're ready to come to my aid at a moment's notice... even if you don't stop to think first." the comment made Paul blush.
"And it also means that I DEFINATELY wouldn't want to be the jackass that made the mistake of crossing you when it comes to someone you care about." Tanner added, leaning forward to lick Paul's cheek.
Paul just looked at the dog, who simply stared right back. He didn't know what to say, and it was apparent that Tanner had said all he had planned to. For the second time that night, Paul had presumed to know something, and had been completely wrong... one time so horribly judgmental of another person, and then, the second time, so overtly critical of how he expected to be judged. He felt ashamed... right up until Tanner's paw squeezed his hand gently.
Tanner spoke quietly, "Don't beat yourself up."
"What I was thinking was that obvious?" Paul asked, chuckling softly so he could avoid shedding tears; he didn't like to think of himself as an ass, but he certainly felt like he was one at that moment.
"If you had a tail, I bet it'd be curled right now." Tanner noted, circling Paul's shoulders with his spare arm.
"It's not just Mr. Hatter..." Paul noted, swallowing a lump in his throat, "I... think I might be racist."
Tanner's deep-gut laughter off-balanced Paul's thoughts. "Okay... seriously, Paul... if you're racist, then the world needs more racists like you."
"No... what I meant was..." the young man spoke up quickly, face flushing in embarrassment at the reaction.
"I know what you meant." Tanner noted, his laughter abating, "you're putting a lot of emphasis on the whole human-and-dog thing... and you know what? If you'd grown up with it, yea, okay, maybe your obsession might be a little out-of-the-ordinary, but, from what I gather, it's still a new thing to you... and it's okay. Honest." Paul smiled when Tanner patted him on the head; the gesture was as endearing as it was humorous.
"It just feels... I don't know." Paul shrugged, slowly starting to calm down, "I ask myself if I would have acted the same if Mr. Hatter had done that kind of thing to a friend of mine who was human."
"And if he had, would it have been because he was bigoted towards humans?" Tanner interjected with a grin, "If so... did he hate himself?"
Paul let out a huff, trying to avoid the humored twist of logic the dog used, "Are you being serious?"
"Are YOU?" Tanner countered, "Paul... listen..." the dog took both of the human's hands in his paws, "If you keep thinking about this race thing then you're going to drive yourself crazy. You'll be second guessing yourself from now until the end of time, and you're going to drive me crazy doing it too."
"Yea... well driving you crazy would be a short trip." Paul hazarded some humor. At first, it seemed odd to him that something as a simple smile could have made such a difference, but looking at the smirking muzzle of his boyfriend dismissed all doubts; if Tanner said everything was alright, he knew he'd believe him. "Even if the sky was falling."
"What?" Tanner asked, and Paul's heart skipped a beat when he realized he finished his thoughts aloud.
"Uh... nothing." Paul looked away, blushing profusely.
"Yea... who's crazy now?" Tanner grinned.
"Well... I'm crazy about you-- that counts, right?" Paul offered, feeling the tenseness of the situation continue to bleed away.
"The crazy must be spreading." Tanner responded, touching his muzzle to Paul's lips. For the second time that night, Paul's head floated into the clouds, heart beating quickly as time slowed around him, nothing but the warm feel of is lover's body and the subtle caress of the dog's tongue against his.
Tanner let out a soft mrrr against his lips, and slowly pushed forward. Relenting, Paul fell to his back, sprawled out across the sofa as Tanner's paws traversed his body. He gasped as blunted claws traced across his sides. Tanner eased Paul's shirt off, and the two renewed their kiss, the dog's fur tickling his bare flesh. Paul shivered, arching his back at the sensation, pressing his body even more fully against his lover.
A wet 'splurt' made Paul freeze, and the sound was followed by a warm, slick sensation at his groin. His heart skipped a beat in abject terror; it had only ever happened to Paul once, and that was back when he was a teenager. He had become far too excited and--
Tanner pulled away for a moment, "Did you just...?"
"I..." Paul stammered, confused at the slick feeling, "I..." He quickly sat up, a dark, damp spot on his jeans visible with horrible clarity, "Oh god, I think I--" he reached down to his groin.
"Left the lube in your pocket." Tanner's grin stretched from ear to ear.
Reaching into his front pocket, Paul numbly drew the small bottle out; the top had popped open. The human felt all the more embarrassed for it, though relieved beyond words.
Tanner continued grinning, "You're priceless, you know that, don't you?"
"Am I supposed to be offended, or flattered?" Paul questioned, putting the bottle off to the side on the empty food tray while flailing his lube-covered hand, trying to free it of the skin-slickening gel.
"A little bit of both... and, just because it's a rental, doesn't mean you can go getting lube all over the carpet." Tanner's smirk turned into a full-blown goofy grin.
"Oh?" Paul asked, not missing the cue, "Is there somewhere else you'd rather I put it?"
"I can think of a few ideas." Tanner responded, pulling Paul closer by one of the belt loops on his jeans. The two renewed their kiss, and Paul kept himself propped up with his dry hand, while his slickened digits squirmed, having trouble catching firm hold of Tanner's zipper.
"Doing okay there, Paul?" Tanner's grin never left him, even through the kiss.
"I hate you." Paul answered, finally managing to get hold of the zipper.
"I hate you too." Tanner licked his chin. He opened his muzzle again, presumably to launch out another colorful quip, but the comment was stuck in his throat when Paul's lube-slickened thumb slipped effortlessly into the dog's sheath. With a wry grin, he took guilty pleasure in making his boyfriend squirm.
Tanner's whole body went taut as Paul worked the digit to the hilt, pressed firmly up against the underside of the dog's still-sheathed member. The dog, stuck beneath Paul's weight, could only grip the sofa as he whimpered, "Paul... that's... oh, Paul..." Tanner licked his muzzle, eyes closed as the human continued his ministrations, quickly coaxing the dog's hardening flesh out from its hiding spot.
Paul just smiled in response, leaning forward to kiss Tanner on his nose as he wrapped his whole hand around the emerging shaft. The dog bucked once, and let out another faint whimper, "Paul..." and Tanner reached toward his hand with a paw.
Paul stopped the slickened stroking long enough to bat the paw out of the way. "I know... I know... your knot." he grinned, starting his fingers at the tip of Tanner's flesh, and slowly, ever so slowly drawing them down to where the bulge in the dog's sheath was most evident. He gently peeled back the sheath, easing it further open as Tanner's knot sprung out, obviously eager for open air. Beneath Paul, the dog let out a reassured sigh.
"Now don't go anywhere..." Paul grinned, slowly sliding off of the couch as he moved to his backpack. He heard Tanner squirming his way out of the jeans that had been brought down to his knees, and Paul smirked, wiping his hand off on his pants leg as he unlatched the button holding them up.
"The only place I'd go would be to follow you." he heard Tanner say from behind him, and a furry paw gripped one of Paul's belt loops, and pulled him back toward the sofa. Laughing, Paul squirmed, managing to mostly escape his pants, but he ended up in Tanner's grasp again.
"Hey! I didn't even get a chance to-- woah!" Paul didn't have a chance to finish his statement as Tanner hooked a claw around the waistband of his boxers, and pulled them down with his pants.
"Just relax... you had the chance to slicken ME up." the dog noted cryptically, pulling Paul to the edge of the sofa, "Now it's my turn..."
"Just what do you--" but Paul's words were cut short again as Tanner's hot breath huffed out on his rump. The young man's toes curled as he felt the dog's hot, slick tongue slide up between his cheeks, and his fingernails dragged through the short carpet as the tongue caressed his opening.
"Damn... oh damn..." Paul murmured, the flesh between his legs hard at a moment's notice from the touch of the dog's tongue squirming its way inside him. Paul closed his eyes, slowly rolling over to his stomach as Tanner rolled out of the bed, pressing him to the ground as he settled his weight on Paul's back. The dog's paws held him firmly by the waist, thumbs spreading his cheeks apart as Tanner received full access to him, causing Paul to moan, his member stimulated as it got stuck between his body and the short carpet.
One of the paws left his hips, and Paul's wrist was quickly encircled by it. The paw felt about next to his head for a moment before Tanner's digits encircled the small lube bottle where it had fallen once Paul let it go, "Just... be careful..." Paul gasped, somehow still able to remember the precaution through the haze of pleasure.
"I will." Tanner crooned, licking the small of Paul's back, warm saliva contrasting the suddenly freezing cold paw digit that took the tongue's place at his opening. Paul had just enough time to wheeze in surprise before the gel warmed up, and, before he knew it, one furry digit slipped carefully into him.
"You did that on purpose." Paul groaned, half-laughing at his lover's playful sadism.
"Well 'Duh!'." Tanner said, smiling against his back. Paul winced, his back arching slightly as Tanner slowly began to wriggle the digit within him. As Paul began to grow accustomed to the digit, he felt a cold shock to his senses as Tanner squeezed a generous amount of lube right onto his rump. "Did that on purpose too."
Paul's exclamation was caught in his throat as his opening clamped reflexively down on Tanner's finger due to the coldness. He wheezed out his breath, about to let any number of explicatives fly, but, he suddenly realized to his amazement, the dog already had a second digit probing into him. "How did you...?"
"A little distraction... some surprise... a few tablespoons of cold lube... it's all very magical." the dog nibbled his shoulder.
Paul chuckled. It was an uneasy experience having the dog be so forward, but Tanner's continued gentle ministrations, his reservations quickly eased away and the concern from him disappeared, "In control tonight, are you?" he smiled over his shoulder.
"Well... we ARE at MY house... what kind of host would I be if my guest wasn't well 'taken care of'?" the fingers slowly slipped free from Paul, leaving him feeling empty in comparison, but he was more worried about the slick smear of his own precum slathered across the carpet and his stomach.
"So you're gonna take care of me, are you?" Paul asked, slowly turning over onto his side to look at the dog.
"If you still feel up to it." Tanner offered, his ears drooping just a little. Paul could see the eagerness in his eyes, his tongue lolling with anticipation, and the nervous twitch to his nose; Tanner was really enjoying himself, which was just fine with Paul, because he was too.
Paul made a theatrical show of looking down between his own legs, "Definitely up for it," he glanced over his shoulder to Tanner, "How about you?"
Tanner didn't respond verbally, but simply slid behind Paul, easing his hips closer so that the human could feel the dog's shaft slip up against his thigh. "I'll take that as a yes." Paul grinned, pushing his body back against Tanner's. He could feel the dog's lube-soaked paw caught between them, stuck in the action of slickening up his canine shaft.
"Okay... let go, for a minute." Paul felt his ears turning red, laughing inwardly at the thought of telling his lover to stop rubbing himself. He smiled all the more when Tanner did what he requested.
"Only if you're sure about this..." Tanner whined softly, resting his un-lubed paw on the carpet beside Paul's head, propped up on his elbow.
"Well, you did say you wanted to be a good host." Paul smirked, using his hand on Tanner's flesh to align it as he slowly eased himself back against his lover, feeling the pointed tip of the dog's flesh slip effortlessly into his loosened opening. He inhaled, cocking his hips slightly as he pushed himself backward against Tanner, sliding the flesh even further into himself. "Mmmm... that's not too bad."
He heard Tanner rasp behind him, and felt the dog shaking faintly. Tanner leaned forward, nibbling and licking at Paul's shoulder urgently, murmuring, "Oh, Paul... keep going...". Tanner's empty paw clenched and released next to his head on the carpet, "keep going..." the words came out in a shaky whimper.
"Your butt's against the sofa, silly dog." Paul noted reaching back across himself to locate Tanner's other paw. He entwined his fingers with his lover's and pulled Tanner's arm to drape over him, using the motion to pull Tanner further towards him, feeling the dog's flesh wiggle inside of him, "I'd say 'straighten up', but I wouldn't want you leaving me for a female."
"Bad humor... doesn't... get me in the mood..." Tanner mumbled against his back, teeth chattering with desire.
"Any more in the mood, and you'll be done already." Paul grinned, sliding one leg backward, hooking the bridge of his foot behind Tanner's calf. With a little flex, he managed to get Tanner to slowly straighten out his body, causing the dog to impale him another inch or two. Tanner let out a dull moan, nose pressed hard against the back of his neck.
"I'm gonna buck, Paul..." Tanner whimpered, "It feels so good... I'm gonna buck..." the dog's voice was a disheartened admittance of failure, "I... don't wanna hurt you..." His boyfriend's body practically vibrated against his back as Tanner tightened all of his muscles, attempting to remain still.
"Shhh..." Paul murmured, squeezing Tanner's paw in his hand. The dog squeezed back, hard, "It's okay, Tanner... shhh..." and he began to push back harder, using his free hand to shove against the carpet, giving him more force as he felt himself slowly begin to open wider, the Tanner's knot starting to fight its way into him. Paul grit his teeth, easing back millimeter by millimeter.
"Paul, I... I can't... stop... I have to... be... inside you..." The human felt Tanner's blunt claws dig into the back of his hand as it was put in a death-grip. The dog's body shook, almost as if in a seizure, and he gasped as Tanner bit down on the nape of his neck, sobbing as he did it. It wasn't a hard bite, by any means, more of a glancing nip, but he felt it all the same.
In one final push, Paul ground back against his lover, practically rolling into a seated position atop him. In that one, slick moment, the knot slip into him. Paul gasped as the thick bulb was quickly captured by his body, and his head swam as it ground down against his prostate. Tanner let out a yelp but, half a breath later, he howled. It wasn't an exclamation, or a combination of nonsensical words... it was a full-blown, full-forced howl.
Tanner's body jack-knifed and Paul slid to the ground, landing on his side as the dog held him close, hips undulating against his in time with each convulsive jet of fluid that bathed his insides. Paul closed his eyes, feeling Tanner's body grip him as he was filled to overflowing.
The velvety paw that slid around his flesh was all Paul needed to join his lover in the release. He felt his convulsions caress the member inside his body, milking Tanner for everything he had even as Paul's own seed stained the carpet. They collapsed together, each laying on their side, Paul's back to Tanner's chest, breathing heavily, and aglow with the tingling releases that still washed over them.
"I... I'm sorry, Paul... I didn't mean to get carried away." Tanner offered with the embarrassment obvious in his hesitance.
"It's alright, Tanner..." Paul noted between breaths, "You did just fine."
"I wasn't trying to push you or anything."
"I know. It's okay... honest. You were great." Paul smiled, leaning back to glimpse at Tanner. The dog smiled back, nuzzling the side of his face.
"I really needed that... and it was pretty obvious that you did too." Paul closed his eyes, reaching one had up to grip the paw that was on the carpet beside his face. He pulled it under his head so he could use his lover's forearm like a pillow. Letting out a deep breath, Paul just smiled, content in Tanner's embrace. Tanner pulled him closer, resting a paw against Paul's abdomen.
"Are you sure I was okay? I know you wanted to be careful." Tanner murmured quietly.
"You were wonderful, you goof... I thought I was supposed to be the insecure one."
He could practically feel Tanner's comedic glare on him as the dog licked his jaw from over his shoulder, "Well... your dick is already calming down... mine's gonna be like this for awhile still-- I'm entitled to be insecure."
"Yea... well I'm the one that's going to have it stuck in me for another however-long... I win on the insecurity level." Paul smirked, the exchange feeling good-- almost as good as his lover's arms wrapped around him.
The dog gave him a gentle squeeze now and again, softly licking the back of Paul's neck where he had been bitten. It didn't hurt any longer, and Paul was pretty certain that Tanner hadn't broken the skin; Paul had to admit to himself that he found the bestial aspect of it kind of erotic.
The two lay there for a time, Paul content with the warm embrace, feeling the rise and fall of Tanner's chest slowly start to ease. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Paul let out a contented sigh, and said something he had been thinking for awhile.
"I love you, Tanner." he spoke quietly, resting his head back down on the dog's arm. Tanner tensed immediately, and Paul felt the -pop- as the dog's member slid free of him. That was his boyfriend's only response.
"Tanner?" Paul slowly turned to assess the dog. Tanner was glancing around at the floor, his paw, the wall...
"Uh... thanks." Tanner replied, offering a sheepish smile.
Paul didn't know exactly when he felt the incredible surge of indignation. He couldn't exactly recall what he yelled or how Tanner responded. The young man, for the life of himself, didn't remember the many ways Tanner tried to calm him down or the probably-very-reasonable explanations the dog had for any number of things that were said (or not said).
There were a lot of things that happened then that Paul didn't feel the urge to remember. What Paul did know, however, was that he walked four miles that night to get home and woke up in the morning, alone, and feeling miserable. He was crying as he was getting ready for work. How could three words make that much of a difference?
Paul never found it easy to hide his deepest emotions. He always worked to remain as reserved and impartial as he could when it came to relationships, but that wasn't always the case. Even though it took a long time to open up to anyone, when he did, he laid himself out, and sometimes ended up raw. In many cases, it had cost him a relationship.
Paul didn't know why it was so easy for him to say those words to Tanner; he had enough boyfriends in the past with whom he had never said it. Why didn't Tanner feel the same way, and why had not hearing it never hurt that much before?
Putting on a fake smile and donning his professional mask, Paul left his condo and headed to work. He couldn't help but think that he might not make it through the day. Of course, he also wasn't expecting some strange answers that would arise from an unexpected source.