Teetering on a Fence: New Love Chapter 2 - Acquired Taste
Teetering on a Fence: New Love
Chapter 2
"Acquired Taste"
The rest of the day Mark could barely keep up. It was not so much that the job was difficult to learn as he was shown many things. It was not the first time he had worked construction; he was both giddy and yet unnerved by the fact that he had just given a blow job to the guy who was training him. Matthieu was now acting as if nothing happened, with only a hint when no one was looking that he had been a co-conspirator in a lustful act with the young fox trainee in the storage shed. Mark was no stranger to playing the down-low game, having struggled since his early teens with a pendulum swing's worth of questionable sexuality. However those occasions where he had been with another guy had been discrete, often drug or alcohol influenced, or during times of duress when a female had not been available or desirable. Now here he was, following along with the attractive but mysterious French-accented German shepherd as if it was just a normal first day on the job without anyone having a clue of what the fox's mouth had been doing to their co-worker just moments ago.
As they finished with inventory after Matthieu's lunch break was over, Mark was shown how to use the hand held radios as well as the other electronics such as the wireless headsets and the ground radar unit. The preliminary foundation had long been finished so there was no need for the latter, but if he measured up, the skill would come in handy for future job sites. Besides, it had given another opportunity for there to be a silent joke between the two of them on the use of the word "penetrating."
Towards the end of his first day, Jack had called Mark and Matthieu into his office in the on-site trailer to discuss his schedule, the paperwork and basic rules. While he was talking, the shepherd had dismissed himself with a subtle smile in Mark's direction. There was no goodbye, no opportunity for an exchange of numbers. It felt again if the whole thing had never happened. Mark had either been played, or was simply being overly anxious about the matter since homosexuality in this community was looked upon with far more scrutiny than cross-breeding of animal races. In the mix of sexual tension, anxiety, and thoughts of Matthieu's oral sex in the shed caused Mark to miss half of Jack's conversation. He had to ask him to repeat several things. Damnit, this is making me look dumber than this guy expected me to be. Christ!
He was given a time card and was asked by the foreman if he knew how to use it. The operation was easy enough, but the upset feeling in his stomach distracted Mark. Earlier that day the time clock had been in its own strange way an opportunity for he and the German shepherd to explore each other. As he swiped his card and pressed the key, he again found himself picturing the way Matthieu's shoulders rippled in his work shirt, and how the smell of his cologne and musk filled the shed which at this point was a sweltering metal cage from the long hours of exposure in the sun. His sheath began to spread at its tip again in his tight work pants as he felt his red-pink rod begin to stiffen. It was sliding out of its own force when a suddenly shock struck him in the lower back.
"Boo!" the accented voice said, causing Mark to almost strike the clock with his paws as he lunged forward startled.
"Damn dude. Don't sneak up on me like that. It's...I don't like people sneaking up on me." Mark realized he was getting defensive with one of the few people he somehow felt he could trust, even if it was just because of the physical attraction.
Matthieu had a genuine look of horror and surprise on his face as his soft brown eyes opened while he looked into the frightened eyes of the fox standing before him. "I, I am so sorry mon ami. I won't ever do that again. I lost myself for a moment."
The air was getting thick again, only this time the lustful attraction between the two was subdued with the anxiety in both. Over to their right there was still a dark wet spot on the concrete floor. It was evidence of their encounter. It was also a reminder of why they were torn between being in each other's arms, and never speaking to each other again out of fear of repercussions.
"I did not think. You said that you grew up rough. On the streets with some bad packs. I guess it is not wise to startle you from behind." He said, almost mournfully. The way in which he had perceived that he scared Mark and was hurt from the notion actually made something click in the fox's heart and mind.
Oh my God! He actually is deeply sorry for scaring me. I can't believe this, he thought to himself.
"I know myself how it can be. Look, sorry about being weird earlier and I hope that you aren't upset now that we...you know."
Mark actually couldn't believe the words coming out of his muzzle. "No. It's ok. I wanted it too." He actually unconsciously grinned, finding he liked it. "Maybe we could it again sometime? What are you.." he hesitated, forgetting for a moment his best friend was in the hospital, and his Aunt Jane was coming to the apartment to help him clean it since he had just moved in under emergency circumstances. He had nothing to offer this guy, nothing but his shady past and fear; Mark was a troubled soul and was suddenly finding himself crushing after meeting another guy on the first day of his new job.
"Doing tonight?" Matthieu asked, finishing his question. "I was about to ask the same thing. I have a friend coming over tonight to help me move some furniture. Maybe, maybe you could come along? He knows about me, and well, if you aren't afraid to follow me home. If you want..."
Mark struggled with the idea. I don't know this guy. He wants to be with me again, that's obvious. Not my first trip to the rodeo, but damn, what do I do? Fuck it. He's only guy right now in my life treating me like a person.
"Sure. But I can't stay the night or anything," He said, realizing he was still teetering on a fence with the whole affair. "I have to be home at a certain time or my Aunt who's letting me stay at her guest den would be angry with me."
"Don't worry about that. Jack explained everything to me remember? I can make excuses." Then he leaned in closer, keeping his eyes out for anyone approaching the clock, and whispered in the fox's ear, "I can say I offered you a ride to work so you wouldn't be late again." And then he pulled back and winked.
"I want to be with you." Mark said, not believing what just came out of his mouth. The bulge in his pants had never really went away. He could clearly see the impression of the shepherd's own member stretching his work jeans.
"Ok. I'll tell Jack that I'm driving you to my place to help me move furniture. He trusts me more than most guys on the crew. And I know he'll try to talk me out of it." He smiled, walking away to leave Mark to wait for the decision.
After a long wait, Matthieu returned and put his arm around Mark in a friendly way, to hide his true desires in front of the others that had come to the clock to punch out. "Well green horn, " he said playfully but with a serious deeper masculine edge to his accented voice, "Jack said that putting you to work at my apartment will be good for you. I'll get you something to eat on the way over."
Mark and his new friend went to the truck and stepped in. The inside was strangely emaculate despite the conditions in which the driver worked. More and more Mark realized he had a great deal in common with Matthieu. Despite his rough life on the streets, he was a neat freak, almost to the point of being obsessive compulsive about it. When one has little, they tend to want to take extra care of what they do have, at least that was his justification. They picked up some sandwiches and sodas at the local McFurries (author's comment: Sorry, couldn't resist) and after an unexpectedly silent conversation with only a hit of their earlier encounter with an occasion glance at the other, they pulled into a parking garage.
Mark gathered the box of tools and paperwork that Matthieu still had to sort and together they took the elevator to the apartment's floor. Outside the door Mark presumed to be his companion's there was a tall slender built wolf with glasses and a goatee standing. His arms were crossed. He wore a nice dress shirt over a tank top and had long shorts which had a plaid pattern on them. His scent was different, a body spray brand Mark was not familiar with. Matthieu immediately made introductions.
"This is Mark, a guy from work who is going to be helping us."
The wolf said strangely, "Um, ok, nice to meet you Mark." And offered his paw to shake hands.
"This is Ron. He's a friend of mine from way back. The one who I said was going to be helping us tonight."
Ron leaned in to Matthieu's personal space for a moment as he was unlocking the door and whispered something. All Mark could make out was, "....ood looking, but I thought it was just us tonight.."
It immediately ruffled his fur but he did not want to show it. Something was creeping in towards Matthieu's friend and it smelled of unnecessary angst. Mark would not admit it was jealousy. Well, maybe this was a bad idea...
For a moment however, despite is discomfort and suddenly feeling like a fifth wheel, Mark did note that the Wolf was somehow familiar. And, considering the circumstances, he did take note that this Ron fellow had looked him up and down in a way that was rather sexual behind those glasses.
{{Sorry for the Non-Yiff for those who liked the first part, but I'm building up. Let me know what you think.}}