The Shipwright's Apprentice
I realized that even though I said I was going to post one chapter/one-shot/something a month, that I missed the month of March. To make up for it, here's a one-shot I've been sitting on for a while. I hope you enjoy it!
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October 14th, 1710
The Docks of Quebec City
Jean sighed and looked up from the oak boards he was sanding. It was a Tuesday afternoon, which meant that the love of his life, a tall handsome Wolf from a nearby village, was delivering this week's batch of crops to the docks. Henri may have been the son of a farmer, but the gray-furred Wolf looked as handsome as a prince. Jean switched boards and took the opportunity to stretch his sleek, but well muscled body before continuing. Being a shipwright's apprentice was hard work, but the red-furred Fox loved it.
He was just finishing the last year of his apprenticeship as a shipwright. Soon, he'd be able to run his own business and strike out as his own man. His parents were still alive and healthy and worked for their employer's mansion here in town. The rich Stag had moved them from France two years after Jean was born. Getting the opportunity to run his own shipwright business would give him the financial security to build his own house and create a life for himself better than his parents had known.
That turn of events would make his parents proud, but would put the pressure on the Fox to marry and produce children, or worse, encourage them to move in with him. For now, Jean was content living in the small apartment above his teacher Maurice's shop. The cranky old Badger was thankfully not around today. Now that Jean knew the ropes, the young Fox practically ran the business. He didn't mind, it gave him a small bit of freedom once the day was done, particularly in the sexual realm.
Jean was a homosexual. While his professional acquaintances had no idea, he was popular in the small gay scene in the growing town of Quebec City. That small scene, coupled with the four or five gay sailors who came off the visiting boats, ensured that the Fox's small bed was rarely empty. Unfortunately for Jean, the Fur he wanted in his bed every night lived a days ride downriver. They were able to get together often, almost every time the Wolf made a delivery, but it still wasn't enough for Jean. The Wolf looked in the window of the warehouse and smiled at the Fox within.
Jean finished sanding his board and stood up, letting out a little groan as he did so. Maurice had received an order while at the tavern the night before for 4 skiffs. This order was for a famous whaler and needed to be done as quickly as possible. Jean had been sanding boards for days, and had finally finished this stage of the job. The next step was to varnish the pieces before joining them and putting the boats together. That step could wait until he spoke to his lover. He walked over to the barrel of water beside the window and dunked his paws into it. His paws were calloused and rough from years of hard work, but Henri didn't seem to mind.
The Fox stood on tiptoe, looking out the window to make sure that Henri's father Louis wasn't around. The older Wolf didn't care for non-lupines, particularly ones that thought they could be friends with his son. Jean was always careful, but was especially careful when it came to Henri. If the Wolf stopped coming into town, Jean wasn't sure what he would do. For now, Louis was nowhere to be found.
Jean opened the door to the outside with a creak. The sky was clear for now, but dark clouds were starting to encroach on the horizon. It was the last week of October, which meant that the leaves on the nearby trees were brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow. Henri looked up from the bag of potatoes he was carrying and smiled at the Fox again.
"Jean!" Henri smiled as he set the potatoes down with the rest of the food he had brought, "I was hoping I'd see you."
Furs walked past, too caught up in their own business to notice the lovestruck Fox. His eyes went wide at the sight of the Wolf's rippling muscles. Henri was panting slightly, his arms lifting up behind his head to stretch his shoulders and back. His shirt moved up with his arms, showing off his grey-furred abs and the raised dark tuft of fur that ran over his chest and down to his sheath. Jean swallowed nervously. He couldn't risk thinking such dirty thoughts out in public.
"You know I'm always here," The Fox smirked, "And I always make an effort to have some free time every other Tuesday. Good haul?"
Henri beamed and sat on the back of his now empty wagon. Jean walked up to him, standing beside him and holding onto the edge of it. The smile fell from Henri's face.
"I have to tell you something Jean," Henri sighed and put his paws in his lap, "You aren't going to like it."
Jean blinked in shock. What was going on? Oh god... Did his father know? The Fox managed to hold back the whine building in his throat. He frowned, gripping the cart a little harder. He had never been good at receiving bad news.
"I'm getting married," Henri chuckled, "Father says that he worked it out with one of the neighboring families. I'll be moving down closer to Trois-Rivieres."
The Fox took a deep breath. How could Henri be so accepting of this? Didn't the Wolf love him? Jean swallowed down an angry retort and mustered up a convincing smile. Henri breathed a sigh of relief and put his paw on Jean's. He gave it a gentle squeeze, but recoiled as the Fox moved his paw back.
"I'm sorry," Henri continued, "You and I had our fun. But I think it's time for both of us to grow up. You should have some little foxes of your own."
Jean growled, his lips curling up in anger at the mere thought of it. He knew what he was and he was proud of it. Deep down, Jean knew that Henri felt the same way about himself. No arranged marriage to some farm girl fresh to womanhood would change that. The Fox stepped to the back of the cart. The clouds moved in closer and darkened the sky above the pair.
"That's not me Henri," Jean began, "And I know it's not you either."
Henri leaned forward and snarled.
"It has to be me," Henri whispered angrily, "I can't just be a bachelor for the rest of my life. I want kids, I want a family, and there's only one way to do that."
The Wolf jumped down out of the cart. He caught his footing and glared down at the shorter Fox.
"I'll pray for you Jean," Henri continued, "I made my peace with God and I'm prepared to do the right thing now. I hope that you can do the same thing one day."
Jean recoiled at those words. There was no way that the love he and Henri had shared was wrong.
"So what," Jean crossed his arms, "What we had was what? Just some temporary thing? I loved you Henri."
His ears shrank against his head and his eyes fell to the muddy road beneath his feet. The blunt finality of this was hitting him. His Wolf, his sweet Wolf who loved to kiss and loved to hold him, was no longer his. He started to tear up, but held it back. There would be time for tears later. Jean was not going to give Henri that kind of satisfaction.
"I thought," He took a deep breath, trying to mask the vulnerability behind his words, "That you loved me."
There was a pause. Henri sighed and put a paw on the Fox's shoulder. Jean looked up into Henri's eyes. His big, stupid, beautiful, brown eyes.
"Look, maybe," Henri began, "I can come back tonight. We can say goodbye to each other. The right way."
Jean's gut reaction told him to go for it. To go for broke and give the Wolf the best night of his life. Maybe then he'd realize the error of his ways, rebel against the destiny his father had set out for him, and spend the rest of his life with his Fox. Jean opened his mouth to respond, and closed it. After all that Henri had said to him, was he really going to roll over just at the prospect of spending another night with him. Fuck. That.
"Maybe you should spend the night at the tavern with your father," Jean replied coldly, "Those girls can help you practice for the real thing. If you can even manage to get it up that is."
The Wolf's paw fell from his shoulder. Jean walked around to the front of the cart and nearly collided with Henri's father. The older Canine glared at the Fox. It didn't help that the Fox's parents were servants. His father was a groundskeeper and carpenter while his mother was the head maid for one of the more powerful families in the area. Jean's low birth and species made him worth less than dirt in the Wolf's eyes. In spite of that, Jean beamed. He had the chance to kick the Wolf while he was down.
"Monsieur Gagnon!" Jean began, "Henri was just telling me the good news. Congratulations on the wedding! When is it happening?"
The Wolf chuckled and grinned, clearly caught off guard by the Fox's friendly demeanor.
"Very soon," He replied, "We have to spend the night here though. There's a storm coming through, and I'm worried about losing the cart and the horses on the road back."
"Is that so?" The Fox asked, "Well, if that's the case. I recommend staying at the Flower of the Sea tonight."
Jean looked at Henri out of the corner of his eye. The inside of his ears were flushed red, either with anger or embarrassment. Seeing as the Flower of the Sea was well known in town for the large quantity of cheap whores that used the tavern and inn for their main place of business, it was probably the latter.
"I'm sure it's not the kind of accommodation a man of your... stature is used to," Jean continued making sure to perfectly time the hesitation to stoke the older Wolf's ego, "But you've got a wedding to prepare for! One must be frugal in such matters."
The older Wolf chuckled.
"Duly noted," He began, "Good day Monsieur."
The Fox nodded and gave a little bow as the older Wolf climbed back onto his cart. He stood aside as he cracked the reins, starting the cart off towards the cheaper tavern. Jean locked eyes with Henri for the last time. There was finally some emotion there, hints of regret and loss. It felt good to see, Jean thought to himself as he turned away and walked back into the warehouse. He didn't regret the way this exchange went. The Fox knew deep down that this day would come, but he expected much more of an adult reaction from Henri. Jean was not a plaything, and if Henri didn't understand that then Jean was glad he was gone.
At least that's what he told himself until the tears started to fall. He started to cry, resting his back against the door and letting his rump slide down to the floor. His heart had been broken for the first time. What was worse was that he couldn't tell the people he loved and trusted the most. He had never felt so alone. He allowed himself a few minutes of weakness before picking himself and returning to his work. The tears stopped and he lost himself in thoughts of ships and rivers.
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November 14th, 1710
Rain pattered against the windows of the warehouse. Once the storm hit back in October the weather as a whole took a turn for the worst. It was grey, dark, and overcast most days, the monotony in the weather only broken up by rain and sleet. Jean didn't care about that. Since Henri had left his life, his mood mirrored the weather outside. He ate, slept, and worked. Even Maurice had taken notice of the Fox's mood, and most of the time all that the Badger noticed was the weather and how much work Jean had left to do.
Jean had woken up before dawn today to start working on repairs. A fur trading ship ran into trouble downriver and needed a whole suite of new parts. The Fox was now sanding down the replacement mast he had cut last night. It was going to take him a couple of days at least to prepare this piece. He didn't mind. Mind numbing work like this was the only thing that distracted him from the dull and constant pain in his chest. Maurice walked into the warehouse and let out a growl.
"Jean?" Maurice began, "What the hell are you doing working this early? The sun isn't even up yet."
The Fox looked up from his work and nodded.
"Yeah, I know," Jean replied quietly, "I just wanted to get started."
"That's fine," Maurice looked over the younger male with concern in his eyes, "Please tell me you had something for breakfast?"
Jean let the sander rest against the log. He hadn't been eating as much as he should have, and when he did eat it wasn't good food. His appetite just wasn't there anymore. That, coupled with the long hours and restless nights, made him look just plain tired. The Fox shook his head and looked down at the mast.
"Come on," Maurice began, "I should have done this a couple of weeks ago."
He put a paw on his apprentice's shoulder.
"I'll make you some breakfast," He continued as the Fox got up with a grunt, "And we'll talk about what's been on your mind."
Jean sighed and nodded. Breakfast would be a good idea. He wasn't sure what he was going to tell Maurice. The truth would likely get him fired and run out of town at best, and arrested and executed at the worst. He hung his head and thought about what he was going to say as the Badger led him to his small house on the hill behind the warehouse. Maurice was easily the most successful shipwright in town, but didn't show his money. His house was small, but warm and cozy. The Badger let the Fox in, who promptly let out a murr at the smell of fresh meat pie.
"I picked those up from the tavern," Maurice chuckled, "The captain of that ship we're working on bought it for us as a thank you for working so hard."
The Fox sat down at the Badger's table. He couldn't remember the last time he had food that wasn't porridge, bread, or water. Maurice walked over to his stove and pulled a pot half full of last nights dinner off of it. He scooped out half of the remaining potato dumplings onto his own plate and then slid the pot in front of the Fox.
"Eat," He smiled as he pulled up a chair across from his apprentice, "I have a pretty good idea of what happened. So just listen for a bit."
Jean dug into the feast in front of him, eyes closing in bliss. He knew the woman who made these for the tavern. She had to have been the best cook in town. This pie was a mix of chicken and rabbit, stuffed with a variety of the last of the autumn vegetables. Maurice shook his head and looked over the young Fox. He really did care about the younger male, even if his gruff exterior didn't clearly communicate that.
"I heard about Henri getting married," Maurice began, "I'm sorry. I know heartbreak is rough, but it happens, especially to guys like you and me."
The Fox gasped, nearly choking on the mouthful of pie in his muzzle. That revelation hit him like a musket ball to the chest. He never suspected that Maurice was gay. The older male smirked and ate a forkful of his pie, letting the Fox calm down before he continued.
"You're young," Maurice continued, "Young and beautiful. You'll find another. It's easier now than it was when I was your age. If you had told me then that we'd have a ship from the Gulf once a week, I would have laughed you out of the room."
Jean swallowed down another bite.
"Okay sir," Jean replied, "But how do I make myself move on? Everyday that goes by seems to get worse and worse. I just feel terrible."
"Time heals all wounds," Maurice sighed, "But in the meantime. Take care of yourself. Have fun again, have men over like you used to."
Jean blushed and looked down at his plate. Maurice knew about that too?
"Don't be embarrassed," The Badger smirked, "My living room window looks right into your apartment. It was nice to see you having so much fun. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't living through you."
The Fox blushed hard at that. His lovemaking sessions tended to be long, rough, and passionate. Maurice must have gotten enough material to live another three lives through the Fox. Jean looked Maurice in the eyes. The older male was actually smiling.
"H-how long have you known?" Jean asked, "I mean. Was it a surprise?"
"I could tell from the moment I met you," Maurice replied, "That was why I picked you as my apprentice. I wanted to give someone like me a chance to live their life the way I always wanted to live mine."
Jean chuckled and turned his attention back to his food. He saw Maurice in a new light now. The Fox looked over the older Badger, his tail starting to twitch.
"Don't you get any ideas now," Maurice chuckled, "I am flattered though."
"Why didn't you?" Jean asked, "I mean, I figured you would have been the first man to climb into bed with me."
The smile left the Badger's face.
"I'm loyal to someone else," Maurice replied, "Even though he's probably long dead and gone. It seems an insult to his memory to start over with someone new. We swore to be true to each other for as long as we both lived."
"W-what um," The Fox gulped, "What happened to him sir?"
Maurice took a deep breath and put his paws in his lap.
"Well," He began, "He was the first mate on a merchant ship. They were taking a load of furs to Port Royal and never came back. Rumour has it that they didn't even make it out of the river."
A far away look crept into the Badger's eye.
"They never found the ship, so technically no one knows for sure what happened to them," Maurice continued, "I keep the promise. In hopes that someday he might walk through my door again. If he doesn't, well, then I will see him in the afterlife and we'll just pick right up where we left off."
"That's very good of you," Jean blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "So I suppose I should try and get myself back to normal."
Maurice chuckled and smiled again. The poor Badger must not have got the chance to discuss this with too many people. He seemed to jump for joy at the change of subject.
"I'll help you with that," Maurice smiled, "After all, a fully crewed merchant ship from France just docked in town this morning. I'm sure there will be no shortage of needy men walking the streets tonight."
Jean blushed hard, his ears as well as his cheeks turning red at the notion.
"You take the day off," Maurice continued, "Take a bath, eat three square meals, and don't go right to bed. I'll bring you back some company. Don't worry, I know how to pick them. If this doesn't pick your spirits up, then nothing will."
The Fox smiled, the blush not leaving his cheek. For the first time in what felt like forever, he smiled.
"There you go," The Badger chuckled, "Now eat up. You've got to get ready for tonight."
Jean nodded and turned his full attention back to his food. The grey haze of emotion that had darkened his days was finally starting to lift. Each forkful of food he put into his mouth seemed to push thoughts of Henri further and further from his mind. Those thoughts were replaced with fantasies of the male that Maurice was going to bring by tonight. Perhaps, if the Fox played his cards right, he could even fall in love again.
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That Evening
Jean breathed a happy sigh as he splashed some warm water out of his wash basin over his naked body. After he finished his breakfast he went back to sleep. He slept most of the day, went for a long walk down the river, and had a big refreshing dinner before going home to get ready. It was amazing what good a day off could do. He didn't remember the last time he felt this good. He hummed an old sea shanty under his breath as he rubbed the perfumed warm water into his fur.
He continued to hum, ignoring the footsteps coming up the stairs to his apartment until the sounds of footsteps stopped. Jean craned his neck back, looking over the door with a smile. It looked like there were two shadows under the door, making the Fox giggle with anticipation.
"Who is it?" The Fox asked, "I'm not dressed."
"Well Jean," Maurice sighed, "I have good news and bad news. Bad news is, I couldn't find you a sailor."
The smile didn't leave Jean's face. Honestly, while it was nice for the Badger to offer, Jean could manage finding his own man when the time was right. He put his paws on the basin and let out a sigh.
"That's okay Maurice, it was really kind of you to try," He replied, "What's the good news?"
The door swung open. Two strapping, tall, and handsome canines walked into the Fox's one room apartment. One was a shaggy Spaniel, with thick curly brown fur. The other canine looked like a Wolf, but was a little shorter than the average male of that species. His face was more slender as well, almost as if he was part Coyote. His fur was grey and long, with tinges of rust color throughout. The Badger smirked and stepped in behind them.
"The good news is," He beamed, "I found you two. I hope you have room in your bed."
Maurice backed out of the room and closed the door in front of him. Jean was sure he'd be peaking in from his living room window tonight. The Spaniel walked forward with a cocky grin, stripping his clothes off as he advanced towards the Fox. Jean blushed and put his back to the wall, looking over the handsome sailor with a smirk. The Spaniel stopped in front of Jean and put his paws on either side of the Fox
"Why so shy?" He murred as his paws rubbed over Jean's sides, "Not used to company?"
The hybrid Wolf stripped as well, but kept his distance from the pair in the getting close on the opposite wall. The Spaniel ignored the shyer canine behind him and pulled the Fox into his chest, capturing his lips in a lustful, sloppy kiss. Jean moaned and curled his fingers into the curly hair on the sailor's chest. He arched his back, pressing his hips up against the larger male's. The Spaniel broke off the kiss and looked up at his partner with a smirk.
"Speaking of shy," He chuckled, "What's taking you so long Thibault? At this pace I'm going to be inside him by the time you get over here."
"I'm just letting you guys get comfortable," Thibault blushed, his cock-tip already starting to emerge from his gray colored sheath, "Besides, shouldn't we introduce ourselves Christophe?"
The Fox moved onto his bed and crawled to the foot of it. He looked over Thibault with a grin and licked his lips. The Wolf was even cuter than Henri was. The Canine walked forward and blushed as he came to a stop in front of Jean.
"We can save introductions for after," Jean reached up to stroke over Thibault's thick sheath, "Besides. I know your names and I'm sure Maurice has told you mine."
Thibault let out a moan, his length slowly emerging against the Fox's soft paws. Jean leaned in and licked over the shaft in front of him. The sailor tasted good. Jean blushed as the Wolf's friend knelt behind him and groped over his rump. Two men at once was something the Fox hadn't done before. They had just started, but the Fox was certain that this was going to become his new favorite thing. The Wolf moved his paws down to the back of Jean's head.
"Okay Jean," Thibault growled in pleasure, his tip drooling pre down his length and over the Fox's lips, "So how do you want to do this?"
Christophe gave Jean's rump a smack. The Fox moaned, tongue lolling out against Thibaults cock. He whined in pleasure and flagged his tail before taking the Wolf's dick in his muzzle.
"I think I'll take this end," Christophe smirked and gripped the Fox's tail, "We can go from there after I fill this little Foxie up."
"Okay," He grunted and let the Fox's muzzle slide off his hard cock, "I don't think we have any complaints on this end."
Jean licked some of the canine's pre from his lips.
"Pull over my chair from the dining table," He began, "You should get comfortable. Let me take care of you."
Thibault blushed and wagged. His cock fully hardened as he walked the few paces to the Fox's dining room chair. Jean watched with a lusty grin as the hybrid's cock bounced with each step towards him. He set the chair down and sat down, legs spread, in front of Jean. The Fox leaned forward, his nostrils pressed flush against the canine's taut grey-furred sack, and inhaled. His tail lifted and wagged at the masculine scent, giving Christophe an opportunity to push his thumb against the Fox's pucker.
"You're a tight little Foxie, aren't you?" He licked his lips and gave the Fox's rump another smack, "Me and Thibault are gonna change that."
Jean moaned and panted, swaying his rump from side to side for the handsy Spaniel behind him. Thibault sat back and smirked at the Fox.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked as a drop of pre fell onto the Fox's nose, "It's not going to suck itself."
The Fox tilted his head forward and slowly slid his muzzle down on the canine's thick cock. Thibault groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as his paws moved down and rested on the back of Jean's head. Christophe spat into his paw and slowly rubbed his fingers into Jean's tight pucker. The Spaniel wasn't going to waste any time.
"How is he?" Christophe asked as he worked his finger into the Fox's tight hole, "If it's anything like it is back here, I gotta say I'm jealous of you."
Jean bobbed his head over Thibaults cock, eyes fluttering as he found his rhythm. The Fox whined around the cock in his muzzle, pushing his hips back into the Wolf's finger.
"Mmm," Christophe licked his lips, "I love that sound,"
Thibault growled and started to hump his hips forward. He moved slowly, making the Fox murr in thanks as that cock invaded further into his muzzle. Jean always loved a guy who knew how to be rough. He trusted the Wolf and had no issues letting the sailor go as far as he wanted to. The Spaniel curled his fingers, pressing up against the Fox's prostate each time he pushed in. Jean moaned and gasped, nearly choking as he let the Wolf push in too far.
"Stop distracting my Fox," The Wolf growled and smirked, "Don't you have better things to do than talk?"
Jean shivered in bliss. His Fox? He loved it when guys got possessive. Behind him, the Spaniel pulled back his finger and mounted the smaller Fox. He lined up with a practiced ease and pressed in, letting out a low moan and a growl as he sank into Jean's tight rump. Jean's eyes rolled back into his head and a low whine escaped around Thibault's thick cock. The Spaniel put a paw on Jean's back and started to pump his hips slowly.
'Your Fox?" Christophe smirked, "We'll just have to see about that."
The Fox braced himself by grabbing onto the Wolf's muscular legs, his head tilting up as his body was rocked forward by the Spaniel's thrusts. The two sailors growled and panted as they thrust into Jean's ready and willing body. It was clear that Thibault was a tender and gentle lover. His motions were slow and precise and the paw planted firmly on the back of the Fox's head kept the Wolf's cock from slamming into Jake's soft throat. Judging by the needy moans and growls, however, this degree of self-control was quite the undertaking.
Christophe, on the other paw, had only one thing on his mind; breeding Jean until the two of them couldn't stand. His hips slapped against the Fox's rump, making the smaller male gasp and whine. The Spaniel was rough, but just what Jean needed.Jean closed his eyes and started to bob faster, letting the Wolf's cock slide against the warm walls of his throat. Had he known that sex post-Henri would have been this good, he wouldn't have spent all that time wallowing in his grief. The sailor thrusting behind him was close already.
"Easy there Christophe," Thibault leaned back in the chair with a smirk, "You're pounding away like a little virgin."
The Spaniel grit his teeth, eyes closing as he kept pumping away resolutely. He growled and dug his fingers into the Fox's rump.
"Fuck what you think," He growled out, "It's been way too long."
Jean let out a moan and pulled his head back. Thibault's cock fell out of the Fox's muzzle, slapping against Jean's muzzle as it did.
"Don't worry love," The Fox panted and gripped the Wolf's hips in front of him, "I don't mind as long as I get a fat knot in me."
Christophe growled and bent over the needy Fox in front of him. His thrusts got shorter and quicker, his breath coming out in ragged needy pants. Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed. Jean whined and pushed back, moving his muzzle back from Thibault in the process. The Wolf smirked and started to paw himself off, nice and slow. The Fox's face contorted in pleasure as the Spaniel's knot started to tease his tight hole, forcing its way in more and more with each heated thrust.
"You like that don't you," Thibault panted and stroked himself a little faster, "Mmm, you're a lucky little Fox."
Jean moaned and hung his head. Christophe moved a paw up to the Fox's shoulder and held on. He pulled the Fox back, his fingers curling into Jean's fur as he popped his knot in with a savage thrust. Christophe let out a loud howl and thrust forward one last time before blowing his load into Jean. The Fox moaned and whined, legs trembling as the Spaniel humped forward with each spurt. Jean caught his breath, looked back up at Thibault, and slid his muzzle back down around Thibault's cock.
"Your little show got me close," The Wolf's tongue lolled out, "It won't be much longer."
Jean closed his eyes and focused on the task at paw. The sounds of slurping and swallowing filled the room. Both of Thibault's paws moved down to the back of Jean's head. His fingers massaged into Jean's fur, egging the Fox on and driving him to go faster. Christophe's hips finally stopped. The sailor slumped forward and kissed over Jean's back as he sucked off his friend.
"O-oh fuck," Thibault panted, "Get ready."
Jean pulled the Wolf closer, his lips teasing the bigger male's knot. Thibault cried out in pleasure and came, hard, down Jean's throat. The Fox swallowed every drop.
"Damn," Christophe smirked and rubbed over the Fox's back, "Sounds like he's milking you dry too."
Thibault panted and murred as the Fox pulled off of his cock. The last spurt of Wolf cum spattered on Jean's muzzle, leaving a streak of white on the Jean's red and black muzzle fur. The sailor caught his breath and stood up from the chair.
"Think you can lay back?" Thibault asked, "We still need to get our host off."
The Spaniel murred and slowly laid back, making the Fox moan in pleasure on Jean moved back with him. Thibault crawled over the top of Jean and slowly moved his hands down the Fox's body. The Wolf's paws found the Fox's hard and drooling member. Jean moaned and closed his eyes, his paws moving up to Thibault's shoulders. It had been so long since he touched himself. He had almost forgotten how good it can feel. The Wolf leaned in and captured the Fox's muzzle in a sloppy kiss. Christophe started to tease the Fox's tight hole with his knot, tugging back on the engorged flesh and pressing it back up into his prostate with each limited thrust in.
"Cum for us Foxie," Christophe murred into Jean's ear, "I want to hear you moan again."
As Thibault's paw moved down to tease and squeeze over the Fox's knot, Christophe pushed in hard, slamming the Fox's hips forward with the force of his thrusts. He cried out into Thibault's muzzle and released rope after rope of pent up Fox cum over the Wolf's paw and arm. Once Jean had finished, the Wolf brought his paw up to his lips and slowly licked up a streak of the Fox's cum. He murred and gave the Fox another kiss, letting Jean taste himself.
"You taste good Fox," Thibault murred against Jean's lips, "I hope we managed to impress."
Jean blushed and licked the Wolf's lips.
"You did more than impress," The Fox smiled and rubbed over the Wolf's chest, "In fact I wish I could keep the both of you."
"I wouldn't worry about that," Christophe smirked and planted a couple kisses of his own along Jean's shoulder, "You're a cut above the usual men we track down on shore leave. I think you can count on one or both of us sharing your bed each night we're in town."
The Spaniel chuckled and barely managed to stifle a yawn.
"Speaking of beds," He continued, "Do you mind if we share yours tonight?"
"Of course you can," Jean smiled and nuzzled up against Thibault's cheek, "I would have been offended if you didn't."
"Good," Christophe replied, "I hope you don't mind if I make myself comfortable. It might be awhile until I can, you know, get out of you."
Jean murred and let the Spaniel pull him back into a sitting position. Thibault smirked and looked down at the pair.
"I better put some more wood on the fire then," He chuckled, "We might as well get comfortable."
Jean pressed back into the warm Spaniel behind him and closed his eyes. He could have fallen asleep right then and there.
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An hour later
Jean and Thibault glared at the loudly snoring Spaniel. Once he managed to pull away from the Fox, the Spaniel sprawled out on the bed and fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. Unfortunately for the other two males, Christophe snored loud enough to wake the dead. The Wolf sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around the Fox.
"How do you stand it?" Jean asked, "I'd have thrown him off the damn ship after the first ten minutes of this."
"Well," He chuckled, "Usually I don't have to sleep this close to him."
The Wolf chuckled.
"Just give him a little kick," Thibault continued, "That should shut him right up."
Jean complied and gave the Spaniel a sharp kick in the thigh. Christophe let out a low growl and rolled away from the cuddling couple. Jean felt slightly bad for a few moments, at least until the Dog finally stopped snoring. Thibault smirked and kissed the top of the Fox's head.
"Told you that would work," He smirked, "Now what?"
Jean looked up into the Wolf's eyes and sighed. He was putty in Thibault's strong paws. While Jean thought Christophe was a lot of fun, he didn't elicit the same quivery feelings that Thibault did. The Wolf's fingers teased through the Fox's fur, curling into the red fur between his shoulders.
"This is wonderful," Jean smiled and gave the Wolf a quick peck on the cheek, "Can we just talk?"
Thibault nodded and sat up in bed, pulling the smaller male up into his chest.
"I'd like that," He replied, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, I hope you don't think this is rude," Jean said, his paw idly toying with the rusty grey fur on the other male's chest, "But are you a full Wolf?"
Thibault smirked and rubbed along the Fox's side.
"You tell me," He replied, "What do you think?"
Jean paused for a moment. He knew that Thibault wasn't, but did not want to give the impression that it was going to be a problem. The Wolf picked up on the Fox's feelings of apprehension and held him closer, his paws rubbing over Jean's back reassuringly.
"You're right," Thibault said, "My father was a coureur de bois. He married an Iroquois woman, a Coyote, they had me a year later."
Jean nuzzled up closer to the Wolf.
"You must have had an interesting childhood," The Fox replied, "Where did you grow up?"
The Wolf shrugged.
"Not as interesting as you may think," He chuckled, "I grew up in Tadoussac. Stayed there until my dad wanted me to go out and be a fur trader like him. Then I ran away and started as a cabin boy on a trading ship."
"I was born in France," Jean began, "I don't remember it though. First thing I remember is going down the St. Lawrence for the first time."
The Fox beamed.
"Since my family were servants," He continued, "We had to ride down in the hold with the supplies. The captain was nice enough to let me on deck to see it though. I think I've been in love with sailors ever since that day."
Thibault smirked.
"Love huh?" He replied, "I'm afraid I'm not a captain, but if you can settle for a lowly deckhand. I could be your sailor."
Jean blushed and let his paws roam over the male's muscular chest. Was it really going to be this easy? The Fox looked up at the handsome sailor and blushed even harder. He knew he needed to say something romantic, something smooth that would seal the deal. This was an opportunity that he just couldn't pass up.
"O-oh," He managed to muster, "You really mean that?"
He mentally swore. He wanted to sound smooth, not like a lovestruck teenager. Thibault just smiled and leaned down to capture the Fox's lips in a kiss.
"Of course," He kissed Jean again, "Our ship is scheduled to stop off here almost every week. I would want nothing more to spend my shore leaves with you."
The Wolf smirked.
"Well and sometimes Christophe," Thibault chuckled, "He's not the commitment type, but I think I'll have a hard time keeping him away from you."
Jean chuckled and nuzzled up against the Wolf.
"Like I said earlier," He replied, "The two of you, and hell, any sailor you may want to bring my way, are always welcome in my bed."
"And what if I come alone?" Thibault said with a grin, "What then?"
Jean paused, a flirty remark on the tip of his tongue. He took another look at the Wolf, his sailor, and nodded.
"Then I'll be all yours," He replied, "Simple as that."