Too good to be true... times two
Not all dream dates go according to plan; especially not when the girl is way out of one's league... or when she has a cute brother...
Last-minute entry for the "Endangered Species" contest. It's... a bit on the long side, but I hope that's okay. At the very least it was fun to write, and that's what counts, right?
No particular disclaimers or warnings except for m/m sex and some humiliation (not during the sex).
I totally should've brought flowers.
The thought hit me between my car and her house, making me freeze in my tracks. Maybe I could still get some? A quick glance at my watch told me that I had almost ten minutes to spare. But then again, how many flower shops were in range? And how many of those still were open at almost eight in the evening on a Saturday? "Dammit." My hand found my forehead with practiced ease.
For the last twenty-four hours, I had been on cloud nine. After all, it didn't happen too often that someone like Cindy Harper asked a non-jock on a date. Okay, actually... that never happened. Except for this time! Cindy had asked me out, telling me between - absolutely adorable - sobs how Gene, her former boyfriend and member of the football team, had been neglecting her and how she needed the comfort of someone who would not just take her for granted. So I naturally should have given my best to make this date worth it. The potential of a long-term relationship with one of the prettiest girls in school - certified, even; she had ranked in the Top 5 of the annual polls for three years straight - should have made me go above and beyond the call of duty.
Flowers! Forgot them.
Gifts! Not enough money for anything beyond a silly and cheap token.
Stripe highlighters! A brief inspection of my fur made me frown. The contrast of my black-on-orange pattern could have used some work, but it was okay. An average tiger. Which of course wasn't enough to impress someone like Cindy.
My sigh was loud enough to startle a couple down the road. "I'm going to need some divine intervention to make this work." Trying to look as good as possible, I rang the door bell.
The tigress that opened the door wasn't Cindy. But she was still attractive, in a mature way. Her mother, maybe? Or maybe older sister? "May I help you?" she asked and gave me a polite smile.
"Er, good evening!" Was that too stiff and formal? Damn my nervousness! "I'm Tim Baxter, and... uh... is Cindy here?" When she just gave me a bewildered look, I took a deep breath and summoned all my self-confidence. "I'm her date."
She opened and closed her mouth in surprise. "Oh, that's right, she mentioned going out tonight..." She looked to her left, frowned, then gave me another look. "Huh," she finally said more to herself than to me. "Well, come in, then! I'll tell my daughter you're here." She waved to her right, down a corridor. "Why don't you wait in the living room? She'll need a few minutes."
"Of course!" I quickly hung my jacket on the coat rack and followed the corridor. "Biggest look of disbelief I've ever seen," I whispered and tried not to groan. But hey, maybe that meant that Cindy was changing! Maybe her jock-dating days were over! "Yeah, I'm the start of a new era!" I grinned. "Welcome to the era of Tim, the-"
"-FUCKING CUNT WHORE!"
My body was pressed against the wall before the scream even reached the front door. Something was thundering nearby, and it took me a few moments to realize that it was my heartbeat. "What the Hell was that?" Moving quietly, I inched closer to what I assumed was the living room door. It was open, and I carefully peeked inside.
"Lawl, fag!" another voice cackled. "Yo momma's suckin' my cawk!"
"AND YOUR MOTHER LETS YOU PRACTICE THE HADOUKEN WITH YOUR PILLOW AT NIGHT, ASSFAG!" A white controller hit the wall next to the - unreasonably large - TV. "Fuuuuuuck," the lone tiger on the couch cursed and rubbed his eyes with his palms before yanking the headset off his right ear. The TV showed a large 'YOU LOSE' message, and I recognized it as some iteration of Street Fighter for the 360. "Fucking kiddies," the tiger groaned and shook his head. "Makes me miss the good old times." He slowly got up, turned around - and finally realized that he wasn't alone. "Fucking Hell?"
"Um, hi," I tried to sound friendly and waved nervously. He gave me a long look, studying me the way I was studying him. He was lean - a fact only emphasized by his casual and slightly revealing shorts-and-shirt look - but not jock-level muscular. Roughly my age, and... attractive if one overlooked the epic smack-talking he had just engaged in. Sure, I was mostly into girls, but there had always been a small part of me that wondered what it would be like to snuggle up with a cute guy. And for a brief moment, I wondered if I was about to date the wrong person in this house.
"The fuck are you?" he asked, giving me a glare.
"T-Tim. I'm Tim." When I realized that this wasn't quite enough information to avoid a beating, I pointed at the front door. "I'm Cindy's date. Your mother let me in."
"No, your mother let me-" he snapped, then froze. "Crap. Wait, hold on," he finally groaned and pushed himself past me. He led me through another door into the kitchen. There, he quickly washed his face with some cold water and sighed deeply before taking an unmarked bottle with a greenish liquid - tea, maybe - out of the fridge. "Okay, sorry, let's try this again," he told me after drinking straight from the bottle. His tone had changed considerably - he must have finally managed to snap out of smack-talking mode. "Hi, I'm Jason." He offered his hand.
"Tim Baxter." I shook it and marveled at how gentle his grip was. "I'm Cindy's date," I added to remind myself as much as him.
"Really? How'd you convince my sister to date you?" He cocked his head.
On any other night, my ego would have collapsed under this throwaway remark, but tonight was special. "She asked me," I told him and straightened my back to raise myself to full height - though I was still half a head shorter than he was.
Jason almost cringed and gave me a pitying look. "And you accepted?"
"Wha- Did I- Yeah, of course?" What kind of question was that supposed to be? Cindy had asked me out! How could I have said no? That was like saying no to the lottery jackpot!
"Heh, yeah, I guess so." He gave me the sort of look reserved for people who were about to run head-first into the next wall. Then he gave me another once-over, making my tail twitch lightly. Was he checking me out? Yeah, right. A guy like that - even assuming that he was gay or at least bi - didn't have to settle for a guy like me. I had already met this year's luck-quota just with my upcoming date, so there was no way I'd get this lucky twice within less than two days. Besides, I was about to date his sister, so- "Tell you what," Jason made me snap out of my thoughts, "once this thing blows up in your face, feel free to come over. You can rent a movie on the way, or we can just play some Street Fighter or something." He frowned lightly. "We should still have popcorn and chips here, I guess..."
"...what?" How DARED he? What the FUCK? "What do you mean 'once it blows up'?" I snapped, making him back off a bit. "Cindy asked me out and I intend to make it her most wonderful date ever, so you can take your smug buddy-buddy proposals and stick them up your fucking ass!" Dear Christ, what was I saying? Male pride was one thing, but this was way over the top! Then again, he had it coming. Yeah. Smug know-it-all bastard.
Jason swallowed hard and was obviously trying to come up with something nice to say. "Tim, listen, you don't-"
"Oh, trust me, I do understand," I hissed, my emotions fully taking over now. "You think I'm not good enough to date your sister. You'd rather have someone from the football team dating her, huh?"
He just stared at me, and I knew I had ventured far into the "Sense, this tiger makes none" territory. Was I supposed to apologize? Or was it his turn? Or had my little hissing fit just destroyed any chance of even befriending him?
"Hey, there you are!"
Oh wonderful, Cindy had arrived. Too early for me to make peace, yet too late to stop me from making an ass out of myself. "Ah, hey, Cindy," I replied with little enthusiasm, never taking my eyes off her brother.
Jason was the first to break our eye contact. "Lookin' good, sis!"
Okay, now I couldn't resist anymore. A quick glance to my right told me that Jason was obviously a fan of understatements - Cindy looked stunning. The first thing I noticed was her cleavage. It took me a moment to notice the low-cut shirt that was exposing said cleavage, and even then it took a lot of self-control to check her out furth-... to appreciate the rest of her outfit. Her white, pleated skirt juuuust reached her knees, and her white high-heels contrasted nicely with her bare legs. Her tiger stripes of course had a much nicer contrast than mine - but stripe highlighters were the least of my worries right now. With Cindy outclassing me and her brother hating me, I couldn't fight the feeling that this evening would end with me whining to my chatroom buddies about how unfair life was.
But Cindy managed to pleasantly surprise me: "Wow, you really showed my idiot brother who's boss!" She glomped me and purred. "I love a man who can assert himself..."
"I... uh... yeah! Yeah, that's what happens when people try to mess with me!" Bravo. Way to go. There was no way in Hell that I could face Jason ever again, but at least my date was back on track! Cindy loved me! "Shall we?" I asked and offered my arm.
"Gladly, just lemme get my jacket," she purred and hooked her arm into mine, allowing me to lead her to the coat rack. "That one!" She pointed, and I obeyed with a smile. It was a white coat with our school logo on its back. Odd, I didn't even know our school gave out coats - I had always just seen the cheerleaders and football jocks wearing jackets. And they usually fit better than this monstrosity. How could a girl like her wear something that fit so badly? "It keeps me warm," Cindy answered the unspoken question, obviously having noticed my puzzled expression.
"Of course!" I giggled and helped her into the coat. The arms were both too long and too wide, but it wasn't like I knew anything about fashion, so I decided not to speak out. This was something I could learn later on. During future dates with Cindy. "Let's go!"
She gave me an amused look. "Didn't you have a jacket?"
Jacket? Of course I had- "OH!" I yelped and whirled around, only to find myself looking straight at Jason's neck. The older tiger held up my jacket with a silly grin. "Back off!" I growled and grabbed it, playing to Cindy's expectations. With more luck than practice, I flung it over my shoulder, just like jocks used to do when they were looking cool. Cindy's happy sigh made it totally worth it, even when Jason just groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Just for the record, I haven't watched Transformers yet," he suddenly spoke up, making me blink. Was he still fantasizing about my date going south? ...was he still inviting me over?
"Yeah, and you also haven't gotten laid in four months, Lord Kleenex," Cindy testily replied, nudging me towards the door.
The flaw of my cool-guy move with the jacket was instantly revealed when I stepped outside. I had completely forgotten about the near-freezing temperature! My tail wrapped itself around my body in a futile effort to shield me from the cold, and I gritted my teeth to keep the teeth-chattering to a minimum. Just a few steps to the car, just a few steps... My last working braincells reminded me to open the door on her side first, before jogging to my side and climbing into the relatively warm car myself. "Thank goodness," I sighed and fumbled with the ignition. Cindy was giggling, and I couldn't help but laugh, too. This date was going to be interesting!
It didn't take us long to get to the club Cindy had mentioned, and I even found a parking spot close to the entrance. Not sure who had thought that Down Under would be a good name for a club that had nothing to do with Australia - in fact, Cindy had warned me on the way that greeting the bouncer with "G'day, mate!" would result in pain - but maybe it was some inside joke among jocks and cheerleaders. Because those were the two main demographics populating the club every night. Which, yeah, kinda made me wonder why she'd dragged me here. Sure, she was a cheerleader, but I really didn't fit in. All the girls were cute, all the guys were at least six feet tall and well trained, making me look downright chubby by comparison. But I refused to let this feeling of inferiority drag me down tonight. With Cindy at my side, who would dare to laugh at me?
We waltzed into the club like we owned it, flashing wide smiles at anybody looking our way. So this was what it felt like to be cool! After just a little bit of chit-chat with some of her cheerleader friends, Cindy led me to the bar and placed orders for both of us. Before I even managed to ask what she had ordered, my order was standing next to me. It was pale orange, quite likely some sort of fruit drink... oh, and it was foaming. "Please tell me this won't kill me," I told Cindy, making her snicker.
"Relax, it's not like either of us is old enough to order alcoholic stuff. It's just a clever mix." She was still snickering for some reason. "C'mon, drink up! It's on me!" Her eagerness made me frown; something was deeply wrong here. Was the drink spiked? Maybe the barkeeper had spit in it?
"Can't argue with that..." Fine, let her have a laugh at my expense. "Mhhhhh!" was all I could say after taking a large gulp. This drink was good! Apricot, plus something else? "Quite nice!" I added as I put the drink back onto the counter. She just sighed dreamily and reached out to pull the glass away from me. What was that all ab-"OOOOF!" Something had just driven my head onto the counter, pretty much where I had put my drink before Cindy had moved it. "WHAT THE FU-" A giant hand covered my mouth - and half my face - before I could even react to the first phase of the assault.
"Cindy, what's with the wimp?" a deep voice nearby asked. Somewhat politely, even, though with a disappointed undertone.
"Tom is my date, Gene," Cindy replied, trying to hide a surprisingly wicked grin behind a completely fake blush, "so please let him go. I like to have a good time, and unlike you, he actually pays attention to me."
Yeah, let me-...wait. Tom? Somehow, Cindy not getting my name right bothered me more than the fact that Cindy's ex was pinning me to the bar.
"This guy is your date?" Gene let go, and I made a show of straightening my shirt - had left the jacket in the car - before facing him.
"Yeah, this guy is-" I started... and choked. Standing in front of me was a white cotton-and-polyester wall, and I had to take a step back in order to see anything else of him. "Holy crap," I wheezed, taking a look at the eight-foot rhino. THAT was Gene? The football team had a RHINO? A school almost exclusively filled with tigers, and Cindy had found a freaking rhino to date? Fucking Hell, his upper arms looked about as wide as my upper legs!
Now what? This guy outclassed me in pretty much every relevant way, and yet... yet... Cindy was my girl now. My rational side was screaming for mercy, but I couldn't stop myself. "Back off, horn-face!" I snapped and held my head up high. "You've had your chance, but you've been neglecting her, so stop pretending th-" Gene had moved, and I suddenly found myself coughing. What had happened? Had he hit me? No, there was no pain, everything just tasted like apricot. ...aw, damn him. He must've splashed me with my drink. Fucker. My groan turned into a growl as I wiped my face while everybody around me was snickering quietly.
"Thought it was only girls who get wet when looking at me!" he jeered, and the other jocks openy laughed at me now. "You sure you don't wanna try on a skirt? I'm sure some of the girls would be willing to trade..." There were disturbingly many voices of approval coming from the crowd, and I knew that I was running out of options fast.
There was no realistic way for me to beat Gene in a fight. So the sanest thing to do would be to turn around and run. Of course, this was an outcome few people here wanted to see, so I'd have to hurry the fuck up before the way back out was completely blocked. But... no. My pride was once again in control, ready to make me sacrifice a good outcome in the name of looking like a tough guy and showing Cindy that I'd at least try to defend her honor. Did Jesus have something to say about proud morons who lost it all while trying to impress a girl? Maybe during the Sermon on the Mount or something? Blessed are the idiots who land in hospital because of a girl? ...yeah, not likely.
While I had been busy musing about the Bible, the gap behind me had closed. Wonderful. Thanks a bunch, pride. That just left me with the two most basic options: Going down fighting or... or what, really? Playing dress-up with Gene? Maybe followed by a hearty gang-rape? A shiver ran down my spine as I made my decision.
My claws sprang free and I launched myself at Gene's throat.
"YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" Hilariously unrealistic, but I'd prove my worth to Cindy! She wasn't interested in that stupid bully!
"Whoa, kitty likes to play!" Gene shouted and grabbed my wrists before my hands even got close to his neck. With one quick twist, he made me lose my balance, and from there it took just one quick shove to send me straight onto the dirty club floor. "Kiss a few feet while you're down there, girl!" he added and high-fived one of his teammates.
"Fuck you," I hissed and got back up. Gene was just muscles, no brain. Any idiot could see that! It was a good thing Cindy had decided to date someone else. After all, what football jock would come to this club without the team jacket? From what I had heard, the jackets were sacred to these people, and he wasn't wearing his. "What a moron," I whispered to myself even as I tried to think of a better angle for my next rush. How stupid must a guy be to forget such a status symbol? Heck, it wouldn't even be hard to miss! Given his size, his jacket must look like- My throat suddenly went dry. "A coat. A jacket that looks like a coat. Oh dear God." I dropped to my knees as everything suddenly started to make sense.
My eyes met Cindy's, and I could see her smirk, as if she wanted to say, 'Yes, I'm indeed wearing Gene's jacket as a sign that I'm still with him and not with a loser like you.'
"That's better, girl," Gene praised me with a smirk, but his words barely reached me. How could I have been so blind? This entire 'date' had been a set-up! Cindy had dragged me to a club full of jocks and I hadn't even found that weird! Heck, I had even helped her into her boyfriend's jacket and had just shrugged it off as her fashion sense! Gene's hand was now on my head, pushing me down until my face was close to his dirty shoes. "Come on, girl, show some respect."
What was wrong with me? Had I really thought that Cindy would break up with a jock and turn to me for comfort? I couldn't believe my own stupidity. Jason had been right. He'd known something like this would happen. If anybody knew Cindy, it would be her brother, right? And I had practically laughed in his face! Again and again, I had let my pride guide my actions, and now it was time to pay the price. Looking at Gene's shoes, I knew that I had no-one to blame but myself for whatever happened next.
"Yeah, that's it, girl..." Gene was whispering to me as if he was as entranced by this scene as I was. "Show us that you know your place..."
"Oh God," I whimpered, not daring to look at anybody. Because if I did, they'd see that I was crying. This was it. This was the fate of a moron who had foolishly assumed that he had scored the jackpot. My lips were now mere inches away from his shoes, and I could already smell the combination of dirt and leather.
"Hey, Gene!" someone shouted, making me freeze. I was defeated, but something about the voice told me that things weren't going according to Gene's plans.
"Not now!" Gene hissed, still waiting for me to kiss his shoes. God, I could practically feel him staring at the back of my head, as if he was trying to move it by sheer power of will.
"Cindy's flirting with James." Again, some people around me were snickering, but this time, they weren't mocking me.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Gene groaned quietly, and I doubted that anybody except for me could hear him right now. "That chick's got no attention span, I swear..." Then, louder: "Fine, whatever. Piss off, girl!" His shoe lightly caught me in the shoulder, making me fall backwards. The crowd was slowly moving away from me, likely to form a circle around this James guy. It took me a moment to parse the events of the last few moments, but I finally realized that fate had given me one last chance to make a smart choice.
I dashed all the way to my car, slowing down only to avoid crashing into the door at full speed. Keys, keys, keys, KEYS! Even as my hands frantically searched my pockets, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that nobody had followed me. But Gene was apparently busy impressing Cindy again, so I was indeed off the hook for the moment.
Unlocking my car took longer than expected, mostly because my hands were shaking like crazy - possibly an aftereffect of my recent adrenaline kick. Once I was inside, my first action was to lock the door again from the inside. Only then did I allow myself a long sigh. "Fuck..." Was it time for a nervous breakdown? God knew I had earned it. But... no. Not yet. Not here. Not now. Not while a powertripping rhino could come out of the club at any moment.
I was driving, but I wasn't actually going anywhere. Part of me just wanted to go home and cry into my pillow. My claws dug themselves into the steering wheel as I considered the obvious alternative. "No, he hates you," I told myself. "You were shot down once already, let's just call it a day here." But then again... what did I have to lose? I had hit rock bottom already, and so far, Jason had been the nicest guy of them all this evening...
Sighing quietly, I stopped in front of a video rental store.
"This is a retarded idea," I quietly told myself as I rang the doorbell for the second time this night. Last time I had stood here, flowers and stripe highlighters had been my main concern. Now? After having been splashed with some drink and then landed on the extremely dirty club floor, my main concern was if Jason would even recognize me. My only clean item was my jacket, but I had left it in the car again. It wouldn't have masked the smell, anyway.
The front door was finally yanked open. "Hey, decided to drop by after-" Jason froze when he saw me, his expression locked halfway between happiness and horror. "Dude, you look like crap."
"I-I-I..." I what? I knew? I was sorry? I needed a hug? Jason crossed his arms - even in my current state, I couldn't help but notice the way his biceps showed under his short shirt sleeves - and smiled softly. And for some reason, it was that smile that gave me a bit of hope back. "I brought Transformers?" I offered and held up the rental store case.
"Shit, I was mostly joking about that!" Jason laughed, but there was no menace to it. "Jeez, you thought I wouldn't let you in if you had turned up without a movie?" Somehow, I couldn't help but laugh, too. How could a nice guy like Jason have a sister like Cindy? "Come in!" He quickly took the movie and placed it on a small table nearby while I took off my shoes. "Lemme take a look at you," the older tiger told me after closing the door, his smile vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.
Before I even knew what he was up to, Jason's hands were gently touching my upper body, making me inhale sharply. "Ja-Jason..."
"Any bruises?" he asked quietly, turning me this way and that and completely ignoring my faint blush. "Anything feel broken?"
"N-No... I don't think so. He just shoved me around." And humiliated me. And almost made me kiss his feet. And called me a girl.
"Mh, good, good," he muttered quietly. "He was likely more interested in impressing Cindy than hurting you."
"Guess so, yeah..."
Jason had stopped touching me and was now giving me a long look. "You definitely need a shower, though," he finally decided and pointed at the stairs. "C'mon, I'll show you where the bathroom is!"
The stairway was fairly narrow, so Jason had to go in front of me. I didn't exactly mind since it put his firm ass mere inches away from my eyes. Oh God... and he was just wearing shorts... tight shorts... Would I be able to sneak in a touch without him noticing? No, of course not. Would I be able to come up with a reasonable excuse for touching him? Mmmmmaybe? Should I risk everything just for this? My claws dug themselves into my thigh. No, absolutely not. It was about time I listened to reason for a change.
"There we go!" Jason opened one of the doors. "Take your time with the shower. I'll see if I can find some clean clothes - my stuff from last year should be roughly your size." He ushered me inside and started to close the door. "Oh, and Tim?" he suddenly asked, making me blink.
"Yeah?" Hey, wow, he still remembered my name? What a welcome change after Cindy managed to get it wrong!
Jason's head appeared from behind the door, and he flashed me a silly grin. "Most guys are somewhat more subtle when they're checking me out."
Oh.
SHIT.
"I that I mean I wasn't that's how'd you-" I took a deep, deep breath. Was my heart still beating? "Jason dear God I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
"Reeeelax!" Jason snickered, seeming completely at ease. "I think you're kinda cute, too. At least when you're not trying to act like Jocky McToughGuy."
"I-I-I- ...really?" My voice was barely audible at this point, but I could tell that he had heard it. "Wow... this... wow..." A great guy like Jason finds me cute? Me? God damn, what were the odds of that happening?
When I got an answer to that question, I froze. The odds of that were roughly the same as the odds of someone like Cindy dating me. Highly unlikely. At least far lower than the odds of this being yet another prank at the expense of a moron like me.
"You don't trust me, do you?" Jason suddenly asked, having read my expression. He looked hurt, but also slightly sympathetic. "Can't blame you, I guess."
"Look, it's..." I paused briefly to rub my temples. "It's... it's just been such a bad night, and I can't believe that someone like you would find someone like me attractive. I mean... you... you're you. You could have anybody! And you said that others have checked you out... likely better-looking guys than me. So why would you turn them down?"
"Because I'm not like my sister," he replied softly. "I'm not interested in being someone's trophy boyfriend. But you... you're a nice guy who doesn't seem to give a damn about me being in the school's sprinting team."
"...gha?" Jason was in the fucking sprinting team? My eyes wandered up and down again, checking him out openly. Oh God, that explained his lean body!
"Shit, you didn't even know, did you?" He smirked briefly before sighing dramatically. "Well, I guess it still takes more to convince you!"
"Wait, I didn't say-"
"After all, I could tell you that we'll have the house all to ourselves for the next few hours and that my parents are out, but you don't have to believe that, do you?"
"Are we really-" I tried to chime in, but Jason was on a roll now, gesturing this way and that.
"And I could tell you again and again that you're the first guy in months who genuinely interested me, but there's no way of checking that, right? So I figure I should give you something. A little token of my trust." The smile was back on his face now. "You know 'Truth or Dare', Tim?"
Again, it took me a moment to mentally catch up with his little speech. It figured that a guy who ran fast liked to talk fast. "Er, yeah, of course. ...why?" Did he want to play that now? What? Wasn't I supposed to be showering?
"Good!" he cheered. "Now, listen closely. You'll get two free shots. One Truth, one Dare. And I'll be completely open."
How was that any different from him simply telling me what he had just told me? We didn't need some silly game analogy for this... after all, I really wanted to trust him, anyway! But... maybe that was just his way of letting me take the initiative? So this felt less like being the set-up for a prank? "Anything?" I asked quietly, trying to come up with something worth asking in this situation.
Jason gave me the most sincere nod possible. "Anything," he whispered. "I just want to make you feel better."
"Okay... truth!" I prompted him, and he straightened up in front of me, looking eager. ...and I kept drawing blanks. "Is... is..." Come on! Anything! Don't look like a moron! Not again! "Is this part of some prank, or are you sincere?"
He gave me a blank look, and I groaned. And the 'Ah-durr Award for Idiocy' goes to... oh, wow, ME? What a surprise! "Well, I expected something more intimate, but you deserve an answer, of course." He held his hands in front of him, making him look like a parody of an honors student. "I swear to God, this is not a prank. And I am absolutely sincere. The house is indeed empty, and anything that happens tonight will stay between us unless you wish otherwise."
"Okay... thank you," I sighed and nodded. Okay... let's accept that this is indeed the real deal and that a guy like him is interested in a guy like me to the degree of overlooking my near-constant idiotic babbling. Then what? Was he expecting something wilder from me? Of course I could think of quite a few things I wanted to do with him. To him. But what if he just ended up being disgusted? What if he rejected me? What-...
I bit my lower lip. No, it was time to stop listening to my inferiority complex! My date with Cindy had been a trap, and I had blindly walked into it, but that didn't mean that I should shy away from any other cute girl or guy. "Dare," I whispered, fully meeting his blue eyes for the second time this night. He nodded briefly, but I didn't need further encouragement. "I want you to join me in the shower."
Jason's eyes widened, and I fully expected him to laugh at such an overly bold request. But then he just grinned mischievously. "My, my... and here I was worrying you'd just want to spend the night complaining about my idiot sister and maybe trying to sneak in a good-night kiss..." He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Giggling sheepishly, he reached for my belt, but I lightly slapped his hand away. "Hey, what's the big idea?"
My heart was hammering in my chest. Part of me was appaled that I rejected someone who could easily replace me with someone better, but I was still giving this whole confidence thing a try. So far, it had at least yielded more promising results than shy stammering. "Undress," I whispered, putting on my best pokerface. Of course, I knew that I was walking a fine line here. Confidence was good and all, but if I pushed things too far, I might end up looking like a jock.
Fortunately, Jason seemed to understand me perfectly. "Yes, sir," he replied meekly, giving me a feigned shy look.
He slowly pulled up his shirt, exposing his flat stomach. The white fur looked a lot softer than mine, and the way his pitch black stripes extended from the orange to the white parts of his fur made me lick my lips. And somehow... somehow this sight was what dragged this situation from the surreal into reality: A cute guy was stripping for me. Before I even realized what I was doing, I found myself crouching in front of him, planting soft kisses on his belly.
Jason froze and inhaled sharply, obviously caught off-guard by this sudden turn of events, but I didn't give him a chance to protest and simply continued to inhale his scent and lick his fur. And, much to the surprise of my shy side, he wasn't pushing me away. My hands had found his waist, and I was slowly working my way upwards with my kisses, soon reaching his shirt. Smiling to myself, I licked his fur along the line of his shirt, making him groan loudly.
But I quickly realized that he was playing a game of his own as he pulled his shirt up just enough to still cover his chest, giving me a larger area to kiss - to worship - while still making sure that I wouldn't just rush to the finish line. It was a game I was more than willing to play, and I made sure to cover every inch of his front with licks and kisses. We slowly worked our way upwards like this, and he moaned softly when I licked his nipples. And finally, after long minutes of teasing, he pulled the shirt all the way off, my lips finding his neck before it even hit the ground.
Suddenly, his hand was back at my belt buckle, and I growled shortly without taking my lips off his gorgeous neck fur. "We'll be standing here all night if we keep going at this pace, sir," he whispered.
"Mhhhh, fine then," I whispered back and let him work on my trousers. It felt ridiculous to be calling the shots like that, but somehow, it was just what I needed after being bullied and humiliated by Gene. My eyes flew open as I realized that it was just what I needed, and that Jason knew this, too. "Thank you," I told him, stepping back a bit to look into his eyes again.
He leaned forwards and gave me a brief kiss on the lips that left me wanting more. "You're welcome," he told me before giving me a naughty smirk, "but I'm not exactly doing this just for you, you know?"
"Mh, I know," I mumbled and pulled him into a close hug, resting my head on his shoulder.
"...ewwww, gross," he suddenly hissed, and I finally remembered that I was still wearing my dirty clothes.
"Oh, OH! Shit, I'm so sorry!" I let go and laughed sheepishly when I saw dirt and dust clinging to his wet fur.
He casually brushed it off and smiled. "Well, good thing you asked me to shower together with you, right?"
The shower. Holy crap, I had already forgotten about that! "Yeah!" I agreed and laughed sheepishly. This time, there were no protests when he started working on the belt. He let my trousers drop to the floor while I took off my shirt, leaving me in just my boxers and socks and him in his shorts.
But instead of undressing further, Jason walked towards and into the shower stall. It was larger than the one we had at home, and I figured it would easily be large enough for the two of us. But before I could ask him why he wasn't letting me undress him further, he switched on the water. "C'mon, the temperature's just right!" he called for me as the water was running over his lean body, matting his fur... and making his shorts cling to his lower body, revealing the slight bulge between his legs.
My body was moving completely on its own now, my eyes locked on his crotch. Without even thinking about it, I took off my socks and stepped into the stall, panting quietly. Not even the warm water was enough to snap out of my lust-induced trance, and Jason ran his hands over my arms, inviting me to step closer. Without needing further prompting, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, grinding my crotch against his and whimpering in need. "You're calling the shots now," Jason whispered into my ear. "Just do what your instincts tell you..."
My instincts... I took a deep breath and pulled down my boxers, revealing my hard cock. "Suck it," I begged, unable to say much more in my current state.
Without a word, Jason dropped to his knees, spreading his legs slightly to let me stand closer to him. Our eyes met once again, and I could see that he wanted this as much as I did. He slowly reached out with his right hand, and I held my breath when I noticed his claws unsheathing. "Relax," he told me and lightly stroked my balls, making me twitch and moan.
Oh God, that felt good! I was panting openly and shuddered. Just a bit more, and I might almost- "No!" I looked down. "Stop teasing me!" I whimpered, and he smiled knowingly before bringing his mouth closer to my crotch.
It was obvious that he had done this before. The way his tongue ran along the underside of my cock, from my sheath to the tip... it was too good to be the result of a first attempt. My legs were trembling already, but he knew what he was doing and withdrew before his tongue managed to send me over the edge. Moaning helplessly, I tilted my head back and resigned myself to the fact that he was in control now. Finally, Jason's lips touched the tip of my cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh God," I groaned when I finally felt his lips on my cock. My hands found the back of his head instinctively and I guided him further down until my cock touched the back of his throat. For a brief moment, I was tempted to force the last inch in, too. What would it feel like to have him deep-throat me? But... no. If he wanted to, he'd do so, and I felt that this wasn't something I should force.
Besides, it wasn't like Jason was doing a bad job. Far from it - his tongue and lips were caressing my member in ways I never would have imagined. And still, he had somehow managed not to make me cum! By now, I was almost unable to think straight, but a small part of me realized that Jason was keeping me on the edge on purpose, driving me slowly towards ecstasy.
"Fuck... oh fuck..." I couldn't take it anymore; all this teasing had driven me wild. My claws sprang free, digging themselves into his fur, and I started to buck my hips. "Make... make me cum!" I hissed, barely acknowledging his surprised struggles. "Do it! Do..." His fingers were back, roughly massaging my balls. But in the end, it was his tongue, his rough, long tongue that sent me screaming over the edge as it ran over my shaft and towards the tip. I didn't even know what I was screaming or if my sounds of ecstasy were words at all. All I knew was that this was the first true orgasm in my life. For the first time ever, my entire body was trembling and I couldn't hold back a feral scream as I shot my load.
My orgasm was over quickly, but my body needed several minutes to come down from this extreme high. My higher brain functions slowly came back online, making me snap out of the afterglow. Slowly, clumsily, I let go of Jason's head, staring at the blood on my claws. "Oh crap, oh crap," I whispered even as the running water washed it away again. "Jason, are you okay...?"
The taller tiger slowly got back to his feet. He was wincing slightly, but at the same time, he didn't look hurt or angry. "Claws, huh?"
"I... I couldn't control myself!"
He snickered. "It's fine, it's fine... first time's always the roughest... especially when you've got so much pent-up energy..." He gently kissed my forehead. "Besides, that officially gives me the right to use claws when you return the favor..."
My heart skipped a beat. Of course! He hadn't had any chance to cum yet! How could I have been so selfish? "Shit, I'm sorry! Yes, I mean-"
He quickly put a finger on my lips and smiled. "Not now. This was your opportunity to live out your fantasies, not mine."
"What does your fantasy involve, then?" I asked, stroking his sides and resting my head against his chest.
"Oh, I don't know..." He idly grabbed a sponge and poured some shower gel onto it. "I'd say we wrap things up here..." The sponge slowly moved over my body, making me purr. "Then we head downstairs... settle down on the couch..."
"Mhhhhhh," I murred dreamily as the sponge ran over my sheath. Just a few more strokes like that, and I might be up for another round... but no, that would really be selfish.
"And then I'll kick your ass in Street Fighter."
"...bwah?" I blinked and gave him a look.
"What? It'll instill some humility in you again! And then you'll kneel in front of me and beg me to teach you how to give a good blowjob!"
It was his silly grin that made me hold back a witty reply. "Yes, sir," I replied meekly, making him snicker. Fine, let him have his fantasy.
...though the hardest part might be letting him win.