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_ Corben & Tirrell _

The sun felt good on my fur. Warming. Soothing. By my way of thinking, I deserved a medal for dragging myself up outta bed this morning, never mind outside into the communal gardens. My brain was working half a step behind the rest of me. I needed a minute or more here in the sunlounger. Maybe then I could get myself straight and ready to take on the afternoon, and beyond.

"Gonna leave yourself parked there the whole today now, yeah?"

Not everyone around here was so sympathetic. I chose not to hear my roommate's thinly disguised jabs. But as for the constant thump, thump, thumping? Yeah, no chance in blue hell was I gonna pull that one off.

"Corb?"

"Depends," I groaned, lifting my sunglasses to peer past the crest of my bare stomach at the grey wolf. "You gonna keep slamming that ball against the wall?

"Might." Tirrell stepped up to take another swing. A solid kick sent his football hard against the maintenance outhouse. "You gonna drag your chunky self up outta that chair?"

All his crap wasn't helping my head. Neither was my rubbing at it. The previously friendly sun started to make my eyes sting. "Later."

"Figured." He flicked the ball up on its rebound, letting it arc up and over him, before turning to catch it in a handpaw. "All that talk about doing something this weekend was just that, right? All talk."

"That was before I started to feel like death warmed up."

"Corb, it's too damn nice to stay cooped 'round here." His blonde-dyed headfur shone in the sun as he padded my way. Something else to offend my eyes. "You'll feel better if you get yourself up and active."

"If you say so."

"What're you gonna do with yourself if ya don't?"

"The Rugby's coming on TV soon," I shot back to start with. Too bad nothing else followed as easy. "Maybe after that I'll be up for doing something."

"Oh, come on!" He dropped the ball to start juggling. Every kick thumped at my skull. "So lazy."

"Stop kicking that ball around, damn. All that noise you're making over there, you'll have the whole rest of the building after our tails at this rate."

"Yes, Dad."

"Bloody wolves." I flicked my glasses back down. At least that helped the sun get less annoying. "Like an overgrown puppy."

"You're one to talk about overgrown." Thump, thump, fucking thump. The ball found the wall again. And again and again. "Figured the _last_thing you'd turn down would be grabbing something to eat."

"Maybe later, I said." I couldn't contain the growl that time. "I was up late last night."

"Drinking?"

"Only a couple."

"A couple, he says." He snorted between two more thuds from the outhouse. "I saw all the empties up on your desk."

"Most of those were already there! Anyway, you really think you've got room to talk when it comes to drinking?"

"I do when it suits me."

"Mouthy little..." I could hear his grin from way over in my lounger. "I was working on a story. It got late."

"Story?" Thank the gods, the pounding stopped. "What's it about?"

"A raccoon. A raccoon, and the torture imposed upon him by his annoyingly peppy, yappy roommate."

"Sounds terrible."

"Oh yeah, he is."

My ears twitched at the parting of air, a split second before something hard slammed into the side of my gut. It stang something lethal, dragging a hard wheeze and massive grunt through my teeth.

"Goooal!"

"Fuck sake, T!" The lounger creaked and crackled with how hard and fast I shot up. I glared right at him from my seat. "What're you playing at?"

"Sorry." His big, stupid grin took away from an outstretched, apologetic paw. "No way could I resist hitting a target that open. Or huge."

"Gods." I flopped back down. Slapping a paw over my eyes couldn't drown out his snickering. "Why are you the most annoying when my head is at its most painful?"

"I'll stop if you agree to come out and hang like you said you would."

"_After_the Rugby."

"No way." I heard him start to rush. Before I could even sit halfway back up, I had a pouting wolf weighing down on my stomach. "I know how this goes down."

"Get off."

"One game turns into two, then it's too late to go out, then it's pizza delivery and computer games all evening."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No." Tirrell sprawled out further, face down, kicking at my knees with nose close to bumping mine. His daft grin persisted. "But we did that last Saturday. When we were supposed to go hang down by the beach."

I shifted. The lounger was putting up the kinda complaints I figured I ought to be. "You're heavy for a fuzzball, you know that, yeah?"

"I'll get off... As soon as you give in." He took my grunting as a cue to give a soft double slap to my cheek. "Come on! We told the others we'd be there. Jevin wants to check out some new shoes, and I _know_you're not gonna let Shard check out that new all-you-can-eat place without us."

"Alright, alright... Just one thing."

"What?"

I flicked my head towards the patio table. "Go grab my phone. I'll let 'em know we're in."

"'bout damn time!" He jumped up off me, tail waving and wagging. Perfect target.

"One condition." I reached out and grabbed it. "After the Rugby."

"Hey!" He yelped something fierce. "You said--"

"I know what I said."

"You twat." He tried to pull away. One arm was enough to hold him. "Get off!"

"Who's laughing now?"

"Leggo!"

"Like I said..." A yank was all it took to bring the smaller wolf stumbling back. I sat up, letting him fall into my lap and gut. "After the Rugby. One game."

"And if I say no?"

"No?" I wrapped and clamped my arms around his waist and stomach. "I reckon you don't have much choice right now."

"You reckon?"

"Just said so, didn't I?" I grinned. His ears splayed. "Watch."

"No, wait, stop--!" No chance. I rolled, and with one firm paw to his chest, I shoved him down into the lounger. "Oh shi--"

Momentum took me along for the ride. Metal and plastic creaked and crunched. Belly-first, I crashed down atop him. Suddenly my head was hurting a whole lot less.

Muffled cries tickled my chest. His arms squeezed into my stomach, paws poking and prodding at my sides. Only one thing to do from here: thrust my hips and press down harder.

All his efforts intensified as my gut sank and shifted, wrapping itself all around him. Feeling it wedge between the plastic slats of the lounger told just how deep I'd forced the wolf. I reckon if I stood up fast enough, my belly would've dragged him up along with me. "You good down there, T?" One of his legs got free, able only to kick at air about level with my knees. "Hah. Ain't no ball here."

I pulled back, easing the pressure, holding for a couple of taunting seconds before letting my full weight drop again with bench-trembling, wolf-flattening force.

The moaning under me got louder, while I just idly rocked and swayed my hips, tail swishing and flicking between my legs and atop the smaller ones below.

Tirrell's prodding meanwhile grew closer to frantic, full-blown punches, aimed at my sides, my butt, or whatever they could reach to send sloshing. Before long, the moaning turned into a hopeless whine; the surefire signal that he'd had enough...

"Oh, what happened there?" I shifted up onto my knees, returning his same, slow double slap on the cheek. "Seems like you went and got yourself a bit stuck."

He sucked in all the air he could, pulling the last of himself away from my side. "...Maybe... we should avoid... that all-you-can-eat."

"Pah. That's half the reason I'm agreeing to go out!" Tirrell stayed near motionless as I hauled myself fully up to my feet, his slow flicking tail the exception. "You look like you've been hit by a truck."

"Fairly sure I was... You probably weigh as much as one."

"Come on, you're gonna pretend like you didn't enjoy a little smothering?" I sang. "Not even a little bit? Really?" He waved me off. I got the rest of the way up to go grab my phone from the table. "I've seen the sorts of pics you've got saved on your computer."

"You gonna keep kink-shaming me, or are we gonna go out?"

"Why not both?" I headed back towards him... Still lying crumpled up on my lounger. "Wanna find a pub to watch the Rugby at? Then we can head out to meet the others."

"Sounds good..." He struggled up to settle back on his elbows. "Sounds good for my health, too."

I snorted, offering him a hand. "I'll get the first round in."

"Oh damn, you're on." Tirrell reached up to let me haul him to his feet, then against my side and into a one-armed hug. Standing there at chest-height, he poked me in the gut. "Just remind me not to get between you and the bar, okay?"

"Fair." I yanked him by the tail one more time. "That probably goes for the buffet later, too..."