Post-Rock
I've been meaning to write a little something for @ArchieTHare for quite a while, and heyyy, here it finally is! Rog and Jix, rock-star rodents, exploring some of their other off-stage talents...
There's SO much good art of these two on Archie's Twitter page (https://twitter.com/ArchieTHare), so definitely go check 'em out! Especially if you're looking for a visual aid :P
"You really couldn't wait to get your pants off, huh?"
"They're tight!" Rog gave a rogue-like grin, rolling onto his back as he hooked both thumbs into the waistband of his black jeans. "Listen, babe -- I'm not sure you appreciate how difficult it is to make it through an entire show with you aggressively shaking your ass in front of me the whole time."
"'Aggressively'?" Jix leaned against the doorframe, a paw planted on her hip as she watched her partner tumble onto their shared bed. Her artful overgrowth of red hair was swept to one side, tumbling down onto her bare brown shoulders. "You're the one who rocked out so hard you snapped a guitar string mid-solo."
"Which the crowd loved," the rodent countered. His pants were now down to his ankles, exposing his short gray fur. "What can I say, I've got talented fingers. Not my fault if the equipment can't keep up."
"Snnrk!" Jix bit her lip, trying and failing to hold back a short snort of laughter. She strode forward into the room, reaching for the buckle of her own leather pants. "You're lucky you're sexy, 'cuz GOD are you a dork..."
It was stop #27 of the international Kiss And Not Tell Tour, and for the 27th night in a row, Cherry Whisker had brought the house down. The 4-piece rock outfit had experienced some minor success with their self-titled debut album, with its lead single hitting the top of the Modern Rock charts -- but it was their sophomore effort that had really taken off, absolutely EXPLODING out of the gate and going platinum less than two months after release. Led by the soaring vocals of Jix Erdor and the virtuosic lead guitar of her boyfriend Rog, and backed by the rock-solid duo of Malibu Miles on bass and Johnny Fowley on the drums, Cherry Whisker was quickly climbing to heights that few bands ever experienced.
Still, for all that sudden stardom was exhilarating, it was also exhausting. Which made it all the more appealing to stagger back to a hotel room after a sold-out show, strip your clothes off, and tumble into your lover's arms.
"Okay, maybe I need to learn to be a little more sympathetic." Jix's clothes had now joined Rog's on the floor. "Cuz if I had all THIS stuffed in my pants, I'd be itching to get 'em off too."
Rog shivered from head to tail as his girlfriend brushed a footpaw across his groin, nudging at his already rock-hard erection. The stiff length had indeed been filling out his pants for the better part of the evening, ever since Jix had delivered that particularly passionate performance of "Fangs In Deep". God, the way she could make him jealous of a microphone...and of course, that was nothing compared to the way she could make his toes curl when she turned her attentions to the "mic" between his legs.
Jix saw the glazed-over look of lust in her partner's eyes and felt the heat between her own thighs grow in response. "Well, you know..." Planting a paw against Rog's chest, the nude female rolled on top of her partner, moving to straddle him so that her sex bumped up against the tip of his length. Her tail curled behind her, an outlet for her growing arousal. "I'm sure we could find somewhere ELSE to stuff all this dick instead..."
Instinctively Rog reached out to grab his partner by the hips, his fingers sinking into her plush fur. His tail curled as well, seeking out Jix's so that the two could intertwine. His heart pounded in his chest, hard enough that he could feel his heartbeat in his cock.
"Fuck yes," he breathed, gently guiding his partner down onto his length.
"Fuck yes," moaned Jix in reply, sinking down on the first few inches of that thick shaft.
And together, the couple kicked off their private encore.