The Farm preview #1
#1 of Short fiction
Short fiction that I may develop into a story, maybe not.
"Do you mind if I climb into bed with you?" Finn asked.
Max turned over to face his friend, they were only a few feet away from each other. They couldn't see it, but in the dark of the night their eyes were looking right at each other, trying to see a shadow.
"Why?"
Finn desperately wanted to be close to Max, both physically and emotionally. They were friends, but ever since Finn had fallen in love with Max he had wanted to be more than friends, or at least try to be. The problem was, Finn didn't know if the other border collie was gay. He had brought up the topic, and Max said he was fine with lgbt people walking about, but that didn't mean anything did it? Finn still hadn't revealed his sexuality to Max even after they had both been working on the farm for over a year. He had taken notice of Max's sorrow whenever relationships were brought up. Finn sighed, and almost came out to Max right there, but stopped himself.
"I'm... cold."
Finn breathed in Max's scent. It was all around the room and he was infatuated with it, a little bit too infatuated for modesty. His boxers began to tent as his erection grew. Max shifted in his bed.
"It's the middle of summer, and your a dog, how are you cold?" Max laughed.
Finn knew Max was grinning and he imagined the other male's muzzle forming a smile. His teeth showing just enough, the whites of his fur shining in the sun, while the blacks contrasted, Max was a work of art and Finn admired him for it.
Finn sighed.
"I'm embarrassed, I had a nightmare and I'm scared." He lied.
"What was your nightmare about?" Max asked, now sleepy all of a sudden..
"Oh, nothing, I'll tell you some other time." Finn replied trying not to make his voice sound panicky.
"So, let me guess, you need to be near to someone? Like in Hunger Games when Katniss and Peeta-"
"Yeah, exactly!" Finn replied.
Max laughed.
"Honestly, I'd let you join me, but my bed is far too small." Finn heard Max turn back over and a few moments later the dog was asleep.
Finn clenched his fist. How could he have missed this? The bed was too small!
Suddenly, he smiled into the darkness. Finn, slowly got out of bed, careful not to be too loud, as to not disturb Max. He grabbed his bed frame and pulled it over until he was standing with his back turned towards his sleeping friend. He pushed his bed the rest of the way until it net up with Max's.
Finn, quietly slipped back under the covers, right next to the other male. Finn had never been this close to Max before. After about five minutes of trying to contain his now massive erection Finn couldn't take it any more.
He slowly slid his paw across his mattress until it met the tiny crack separating, his bed from Max's. That tiny crack felt like a canyon as he nervously willed his paw to go over the mental barrier. Finally, his paw met Max's rear and he rested it there. Finn hadn't even registered how fast his heart was beating. The collie's rear was everything Finn had wanted it to be and more. Oddly, enough throughout the whole endeavor Max did not awaken, even when the other border collie touched him. Finn fell asleep with his hand still resting on his friend's butt.
"Even though I failed the entire day, its good to have some sort of triumph." Finn thought to himself.
Finn awoke early the next morning, to find that Max was gone. A note sat on Max's nightstand and Finn grabbed it.
Meet me outside at the talking tree, at 6:30.
Finn glanced at the watch. He was an hour late.