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Dating Out

Chapter Two

By Roofles

Corey wasn't sure what to wear. He wasn't sure why he was even going along with this. Or why he was overthinking it. He met the guy on a hook up app. Not in... where did people meet other people these days? He wasn't even sure.

His thoughts soon became even further distracted as he tossed the dress shirt onto the bed as his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

"Good morning, Corey. I hope you slept well. I am looking forward to today." Maxwell had messaged him before eight AM.

Corey didn't know people existed before eight AM. The cat just laid back in his bed, staring at his phone as if it were some strange alien object that he'd woken up next to.

"Regrets. I have so many regrets." Corey wasn't sure what to do and decided it was best to get up and try to groom.

Like most felines, Corey used several kinds of mixed mouthwash to keep his breath minty fresh as he licked the back of his small, cute paws and groomed his hair in front of the mirror. Due to their thick fur, most fur covered Anthros didn't bathe daily. Some going up to a week before doing so.

Mustelidae and vulpine could be some of the 'stinkiest' examples of this. The natural oils in their fur made it hard to bathe daily as it could be harmful if done too often.

Smells were a natural thing in their society and world. If you liked someone smell, you liked it. If not? You didn't. It was as simple as that. Some dates, or even hook ups, would end just as quickly as they started if a fox had a particularly strong odor that their partner didn't care for.

Corey wasn't sure where canines fell on that list. Other than knowing they had rather strong sniffers, the feline had never hung out with canines before. Why would he? It wasn't like he was bothered by them. There just had never been an opportunity to try.

"Until now..." He frowned at his reflection, his thoughts refusing to settle down. He hadn't slept well and stayed up most the night worrying. It was a first.

Most didn't take offense to it if you called it off because of their smell and some even used it as a means to get some. Corey had been hoping his, not-so-subtle, hints last night would get him a quickie with this canine. It had gone over Maxwell's head and Corey was left speechless for the morning as he got ready for a date.

A date!

"I didn't plan for this." It only dawned on Corey as he made his way down to the bus stop. so, had a pass, so there was no loss there. It was the fact he hadn't calculated a meal or coffee into his very strict budget. Planning on spending the day off at home. "He did say he'd pay for me..."

Corey didn't buy it.

People didn't just pay for others without expecting something in return. To hold it against him? Maybe the canine would ditch him with the bill? A dine and dash. It wouldn't be the first time. There was a reason why Corey had been able to pick up on the red flags on these apps so easily these days.

When you were burned so often you gained a sixth sense about it.

Which was why it was strange that, despite how odd Maxwell was, Corey didn't get any of these signals from the canine.

"Maybe he really is just an older 'gent that wanted to try the app?" Corey thought that over. It was thanks to his friends he even knew about it. He'd have to ask Maxwell, if the canine even showed up, where he had heard about the app.

At least that was one thing to talk about. What else do you talk about on a... date?

It wouldn't be unheard of. Just unusual. Corey wasn't used to normal these days. Most the guys he met at the bar or online were after one thing. Sex. Unless you met their extremely strict demands, wants and needs and kink list you would be blocked or tossed aside even before you got the chance to take off your pants.

Corey didn't pick that up from the canine and Corey didn't want to be the guy ditching. He knew how rough that felt to be on the receiving end of. He'd at least show up and tell the guy he wasn't interested if it came down to that.

Better than ghosting him or just "assuming" he'd figure it out. Some people could be dicks.

The blue fur British shorthair had dressed in a nice button up coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck. Corey didn't like to wear hats; it bothered his ears. He was a pudgy feline and the floof of his neck rolls stuck out. It was one reason why he liked to wear scarves. It hid the embarrassment of his feline neck rolls. When you have the excess skin due to your breed, it was common to get a few... rolls showing.

His tail was flicking, and the feline was trying to keep his claws sheathed as his nerves played with him cruelly throughout the entire trip to this café.

"He'll take one look at me..." Corey ears drooped. "If he shows up..." He had connected his phone to the Bluetooth headphones and was hoping the music would drown out his concerns. "Older guy like that? Maybe he just wants to be a sugar daddy... or maybe fresh out of the closest? Wouldn't be the first time."

Corey cringed at the idea, shuddering.

He met a few sugar daddies on the app. They always started off nice enough but would quickly go into the "wants" from their partner. Expecting the other guy to just submit to anything they asked in order to keep that sweet money train rolling. Some had even wanted Corey to be a house husband, staying at home all day and night to clean and cook for them.

The feline might naturally be a home body, but he was no housewife.

Then there were the guys who were so far in the closest they were having adventures in Narnia...

Corey had enough in his savings for a coffee. And maybe a sandwich. If it came down to that, he would just pay for his half and leave. Not wanting to be indebted to anyone again.

Near Romford, England there was a small café. It was down a side street, tucked between two rows of brick buildings with a small path leading off to the side. Tasty Café Inn was a true hole in the wall and Corey stopped out front, unsure if he wanted to go along with this or chicken out.

The sweet smell of honey scones and fresh coffee in the air drew the feline closer. It smelled divine. The shop had a circular door with twin planters hanging from the side looking like a set of locks. Lush leafy plants draped from the sides of the planters, falling down low to the ground but not touching. The wooden steps had safety mats placed on each of them with encouraging things written on the front.

"One step ahead to coffee." One read. "Smell the welcome." Another said. "Fill up on our honey." The last read with a beehive, cones and a bear winking on the cover of it.

"Fill up with your honey." Corey couldn't help himself from chuckling. His nerves always made him want to joke. To lighten the situation and ease the tension inside. It was easier to joke about things than to take them seriously. He was afraid as it was he'd claw the first person who spoke to him at this rate.

Meeting up for some nameless hookup was easy. You get in, you get sticky and sweaty, then get out. No names just used condoms and lube. There was usually no drama. No concern. No names or numbers or...

"Speaking of which," Corey pulled his phone out after walking up the steps. He stepped to the side on the front porch as he looked down at the phone.

"Traffic. I'll be there shortly. Don't text and drive!" Maxwell had texted him. It was a very.. dad thing to text and Corey chuckled at that, stashing his phone away.

A cold gust of wind blew by, and Corey wiggled his nose down underneath the protective shielding of the scarf. It would most likely rain tonight, with the dark clouds looming overhead. The feline was not looking forward to that. His apartment was cheap and cheap apartments weren't' known to be waterproof.

"Well, he didn't say to wait outside for him." Corey lips curled wickedly as he spun around. "I'll just... save him a seat." The feline thought, nodding to himself at just how generous he was for doing so.

The door was heavy, and Corey had to use both hands to pull the thing open. He felt the hot air rush over his body as the seal to the door broke and the door swung outwards. It was like opening a oven. An oven cooking the sweetest of pastries and the feline melted, happily purring as he soaked it all in. The warmth carried with it fresh baked goods, freshly brewed coffee, and something so decadently sweet it just had to be sinful.

Corey practically floated into the café as he sniffed at all the wonderful smells.

There was a nice rug on the floor. The floor was wooden and freshly polished. Small cute little tables were set up out of the way, creating a perfect open walkway up to the front counter. The glass cover showcased rows of sweet delights on display for purchase as a honey badger stood there, glaring at him for letting all the warmth out.

"S-sorry!" Corey jumped to action, grabbing the door, and wrenching the heavy thing closed. It sealed once more, and Corey wiped the sweat from his brow. That had to be his work out for the day.

When he read honey, he thought of bear. Not badger. The man behind the counter did not look friendly and continued to glare at the feline who slinked off to the side, hoping to vanish in the corner while he waited for his date.

"Date."

The word didn't even sound real. When was the last time Corey had gone on a date? Let alone to such a small, cute place like this! It was so warm and welcoming. Everything was had lush pastel colors and vibrant greens. It would be a first to remember, this date.

"Was this even a date...?" It seemed strange, out of the blue and unexpected for Maxwell to ask him out. Maybe it was just a outing? The two just meeting up? Corey wanted to pretend, if only for a little while longer that it was something more.

It had been unexpected.

But not unwelcomed.

Corey had no expectation from this. That was the best way to handle it. He'd just enjoy a free meal, some fresh coffee in the morning and then go about his day off without concern.

The British shorthair had learned by now not to hook up on days before work. He'd been fired more times than he liked to count for it. Something about a good night of fun left him wanting to just curl up in a sun ray and sleep the rest of the day away. There was only so many times you could call out "sick" after getting plowed by a shire horse.

"Worth." Corey chuckled under his breath as he took a seat at the small round table in the corner. He looked out the side window. The alley was nothing to write home about, but the owner of the shop had gone out of their way to hide the dreary alleyway with plants.

In the window seal were several small cacti, some of which were flowering. It would explain the heat of the place, feeling more like a greenhouse than anything else. Hanging from the ceiling were several baskets filled with a bounty of colorful flowers. The air itself smelled of nature. Corey never would've found the place if it weren't for the canine he was waiting on.

He pulled out his phone, fiddling with it. Pulling up Maxwell's profile, he read it over again. Over three hundred pounds, pushing past seven-foot, canine... and that was about it. The guy didn't even fill in what breed of canine he was.

The feline enjoyed a good mystery but was still left wanting.

Corey knew so little about Maxwell. He began to wonder if this was a good idea or not. Meeting in public was smart. Corey wasn't a large man by any means. He was a little under six foot and pushing past two hundred pounds. Corey was a stocky guy and little more. The feline wasn't a fighter and was more... marshmallows than that.

Several of the guys he'd hooked up with called him the "softest thing on this planet" or "squish squish squish" as they played with his broad face and cheeks or pet his thick coat of fur. He hated how much he loved it. Being squished and played with like that by a bigger, stronger male. Played with as their manly hands gripped and touched and pushed against his body.

He just wish his friends wouldn't tease him about it. "Aw, whose my squishy wittle kitty?" They got claws quickly for that. It was still better than "pspspsp." That got a chair thrown at you.

The door opened, breaking his concentration, as the heat within the room got sucked out. Corey understood why the honey badger at the counter was annoyed now. There were few other customers here this early and it didn't take long for the canine that walked into spot Corey in the corner.

Corey would never have missed the canine no matter how crowded the café could've been.

Maxwell was tall. Very tall. He was a broad shoulder, long legged Irish wolfhound and his fur was indeed, very dense, and thick with a wiry beard and eyebrows. It stuck up on his face giving him a very scruffy, disheveled appearance as he quickly came over to join Corey with long striding steps.

Despite being called a sighthound, Maxwell ended up knocking over several chairs and shoving aside a couple of tables as he made it over to the feline who sat up fully as the massive canines approach.

"Sorry. I'm so very sorry for keeping you waiting. Corey, isn't it?" Maxwell asked hopeful he hadn't gotten the wrong feline as he took off his hat and held it against his chest looking down at the feline gawking at the canine.

This would either turn out to be a terrible idea or a very kinky one depending on how Corey played his cards.

"Uh, y-yes, yes I am. Corey." The feline nodded once before tilting his head back to look up at the wolfhound standing over him.

He'd never seen a canine so large before and was, once more, questioning his life choices as the canine undid the front of his long coat. Maxwell didn't take it off, just unbuttoned the front of it before taking a seat. He was wearing a nice black silk shirt and dusty gray trousers with a pair of loafers in a size Corey had to assume had been custom made to fit the wolfhounds huge feet in.

"These tables are always so small." Maxwell grunted as he tried to take a seat in the chair. The metal chair made a horrible sound as it screeched back over the hardwood floor. The two got a look from the honey badger as the wolfhound gave an apologetic wave.

Corey winced as he heard the chair protest at the heavy weight sitting in it. The feline was trying not to imagine his own bones making that creaking sound if he were ever so lucky to get sat on by this large male.

"There we go," Maxwell huffed and panted before clearing his throat. Even sitting, Maxwell had to look down at the feline. "Corey. Thank you for joining me this morning. I hope it wasn't to taxing to get here."

Maxwell turned towards the counter, lifting up his hand to get the badger's attention.

"We would like a menu, please." Maxwell motioned with a gloved hand and Corey just gave the Irish wolfhound another once over.

The canine had cufflinks on. Corey had only ever heard of his grandfather wearing such things. He had a gold chain draped from the front of one pocket and had an air about him that Corey couldn't put his finger on.

"Money." Corey mouthed the word. That was what this was. This canine came from money. A lot of money with the way he was waving down a menu for a small café like this. "This might've been a mistake." He muttered, recalling all the previous sugar daddy's he'd run into.

The hounds ears perked up and Maxwell quickly got up.

"No, no. It's fine. I will go and get our menu." Maxwell stammered out, trying to offer a friendly whiskered smile to the feline as he moved towards the front of the counter. "My good sir," he began to the badger as he pushed another table out of the way with his body alone. "My companion and I would like to peruse your menu. It is my first time being in your fine establishment, you see, and I would greatly appreciate the time to see what is on order."

Corey groaned, covering the side of his face with a paw as he looked out the window as the badger glared over at him as if blaming the feline for introducing this canine to his once quiet store. If the food didn't smell so good he'd have gotten up and left by now.

"Menus? The menu is right there." The honey badger jabbed a clawed finger behind him up at the blackboard on the wall. Less than half the canines size, the badger looked like he could take him, Corey, and everyone else in the café if he so chose to.

In chalk, the menu had been skillfully written out on the blackboard hung up on the back wall. It took up the entire thing and had artistic pictures scrawled in the corners giving it a warmth matching the café they were in. Even from back where Corey sat, he could tell there had been a lot of care and love put into writing that menu out.

"Oh, I see. Thank you, my good sir. I appreciate the help." Maxwell nodded to the badger before glancing back at Corey. "Uh, just one moment. Please. I will be right back." And the hound turned around in his loafers and walked over towards Corey.

Every step the hound took clicked against the floor and Corey winced with everyone. At least the long-legged canine could close the little distance between the counter and their table in just a couple of steps.

"Corey, I hate to be a bother." Maxwell clapped his hands together, rubbing them slightly as he bowed his head sheepishly. "Do you know what you wish to have this fine morning? If not, I can recommend several delightful dishes for us to partake in together."

"Partake in?" The badger grumbled behind the wolfhound with a roll of his eyes.

"I've never been here before..." Corey admitted, folding his ears back. He wasn't sure if he were comfortable or not with someone else ordering for him. He only liked to lose control of his life in the bedroom, not out of it.

"Neither have I! What an adventure this will be," Maxwell said with a wag of his tail. "Come along then, let us go up to the front and browse over the selection. It has smelled divine ever since I opened the door. I cannot wait to sink my teeth into something smothered with something warm and sticky." The hound licked his lips as Corey blushed.

"Fuck, I'll be that if you want." Corey offered but Maxwell didn't seem to hear him as he helped the feline up with a hand.

"Lets!" Maxwell tail wagged as his large hand enclosed around Corey's, pulling the feline along with him as they reached the front of the store. "Now then. Do not worry about the price. Please! Pick whatever sounds the most delightful." The Irish wolfhound just wagged as he took a small step back, looking over Corey's shoulder to watch both the cat and look at what was for sale.

"Oh. Well. Wow. Um. Put on the spot..." Corey ears burned as he tried to pick something quickly.

"Corey, Corey. It is my treat. Please, take your time. I do not wish for you to miss out on something you'd enjoy just because you felt that I was rushing you," Maxwell spoke up. He placed one of his large hands on the feline shoulder as he tried to comfort the feline's nerves. "I am already having a wonderful time now that I have met you. Thank you for showing up."

"Get a room." The badger grumbled with a roll of his eyes and crossed his thick arms over his burly chest watching the two with disgust and a flash of something else that passed over his face so quickly the feline might've missed it if he blinked.

The badger was a bit envious of the two and Corey had to chuckle at that. It was a first for someone to be envious of the feline.

"Well. Something honey sound really good right now." Corey swallowed the pooling drool in his mouth. It really did smell good in here. He tried to ignore the price tags as he scanned for something that wouldn't break the bank. "What about a.. lemon zested layered honey cake?"

"That sounds like an excellent idea!" Maxwell wagged his tail as he leaned over the feline, practically pushing his nose against the glass as he looked at the selection before them. "I, also, would love one. You have a very good eye on you, Corey." Maxwell rubbed his shoulder as he stepped up to the counter. "What, sir, would you say pairs best with this lemon layered honey cake...?"

The honey badger just gave him a look, then looked at Corey as if to ask, "is this guy for a real."

"Sorry." Corey mouthed to the badger behind the wolfhound who just stood there beaming happily with a wagging tail that was hitting Corey in the side at this point. Maxwell didn't appear to notice.

"Coffee. Coffee pairs well with everything." The honey badger just said in a flat, monotone voice.

"Well, surely, that cannot be true." Maxwell said, thinking that over.

"Everything. Just get an Italian cappuccino. Maybe decaf for you..." The badger eyed the wolfhound who just chuckled.

"I will take an earl gray, thank you, though." The wolfhound just nodded before glancing over at Corey. "Corey, if it is alright, I will order your cappuccino for you."

"Uh. Sure. You do you, dude." Corey just offered with a half shrug, unsure what to say to this gentleman dog. Gentledog? At least Maxwell hadn't come in with a top hat and monocle. There was only so much of this the feline could take before he burst out laughing.

"Wonderful. My good friend here will have an Italian cappuccino." Maxwell pulled out his wallet and withdrew a single large bill before handing it over. "Keep the change. This has been a great experience and I am sure my new friend and I will be talking about it for some time."

The badger plucked the bill out of the wolfhound's hand quickly, giving it a once over before pocketing it without even putting it in the till.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever. I'll be telling everyone about this as well." The clerk just chuckled as the two headed back to their table.

"If there is anything else you spied and would like to take with you, just let me know." Maxwell said as he pulled Corey's chair out for him. The feline gave him a look before taking a seat and was carefully pushed back in. "I apologize in advance." The wolfhound said before taking a seat across from him.

Corey wasn't sure what he was getting at until he felt one of Maxwell's long legs brush against his as the wolfhound pushed himself into the table. Maxwell knee hit the underside and the canine winced, shifting once more to try and find a comfortable position for him to sit in. He ended up stretching both his long legs out on either side of Corey's chair.

While the feline was perfectly fine with being between the canine's legs, this was not how he'd imagine it going.

"My legs are rather lanky," Maxwell chuckled lightly as he scooted in. Corey tried not to pay attention to the occasional bump or caress of the wolfhound's leg against his own. "Now, then, Corey. Where were we last night? I apologize for ending our conversation so abruptly, but I was ever so tired. I was fortunate enough to meet you before I crashed for the evening."

"Dude, you're fine." Corey chuckled. "I just wasn't expecting to, uh, go to coffee the next day. It's been a while since I had a reason to."

"It has been sometime, I'll admit. Since I went out for some... coffee." Maxwell rested a hand on the table as he spoke. "I have been extremely busy with work. When you as preoccupied as I am, then the days just tick by. Before you know it, you are pushing forty-five and you find the bed you are in, alone."

"Story of my life. So far." Corey nodded along to be polite.

"It was a delight to hear from you the previous evening! I was thinking that the application was, uh, not design for me let us just say." Maxwell chuckled, ears lifting and lowering several times as he spoke. His face was very animated as he spoke. His whiskers would twitch, his eyes widening and softening and one hand moving the entire time.

"Well. Most people just use it for a quick hook up, yeah. You know it's a gay app right?" Corey was curious why the old wolfhound had been on it or known about it.

"Yes, yes. My son had told me about it. He just neglected to mention what I would be getting out of the majority of it." Maxwell covered his mouth with a hand as he laughed. "It has been a while since I've been out. I did not expect some men to be so... forward. It is almost refreshing. Back in my youth, you'd never have seen such a thing."

"Ah, your son told you about it. That makes a lot of sense. Probably as a joke." Corey should've figured as such. "Most people just use it to swap dick pics."

"Yes, well, I was not expecting you to send me anything you did not desire to do so." Maxwell stammered out as if worried he had been pressuring Corey into doing so. "Your underwear the other day was unexpected but most welcomed."

"To bad." Corey just shrugged and the wolfhound blushed at that. "I would've loved to see you in that bathrobe."

"Ah, that is what you meant... last night." Maxwell fumbled with his hands, unsure what to do with them or put them. "You see, last night I had been savoring a new wine I had purchased when I had gotten your message..."

"You drunk texted me?" Corey snorted at that. He had to cover his mouth, laughing at how absurd this all was.

"My deepest apologies Corey. If I had said or done something uncouth of a man of my stature, I apologize." Maxwell bowed his head with a hand over his chest.

"I kind of was hoping you would..." Corey admitted, feeling a familiar warmth in his cheeks. It had been a while since he blushed like this. Most things didn't faze the feline who thought he'd seen it all. "I was not expecting to get coffee."

"Did you not wish to get coffee? We could do something else, instead." Maxwell offered quickly. Corey waved it off.

"No, no. This was a far better idea than my horny brain last night thought it would be. I hope the food tastes half as good as it looks." The feline glanced over towards the counter. "If you hadn't shown up, I still would've gotten myself something.

"Yes, it smells mouthwatering." Maxwell agreed, licking his chops hungrily. "I saw this place in one of the local magazines during a fur trim and had always wanted to try it out. I just never did."

"Why didn't you?" Corey asked to be polite.

"If I had, then I would not be having this wonderful time with you, Corey!" Maxwell smiled and Corey felt his face burning as the badger came over with their drinks and food. "It was such a delight to find a companion to come visit this place with. Such good company, truly does, make the heart feel young."

Skillfully, the honey badger laid out the sweet treats in front of the two, followed by two impressively sized mugs. One was placed in front of Corey. The top of the milk foam had been decorated to look like a cat. The badger said that he added extra cream for Corey sake and gave the feline a wink.

"Adorable." Maxwell beamed happily looking at the drink before frowning down at the dark swampy soup of tea placed in front of him.

"The strongest earl gray I have, sir." The badger huffed in amusement before heading to the front of the counter.

"This is why you wait to tip before after your meal has been served." Maxwell whisper-said to Corey as he glared after the badger.

"I don't know. He made mine purrfectly," Corey purred out as he sipped at the coffee. He winced at the heat and fanned his tongue. "Very fresh. And creamy."

"I bet it is." Maxwell sniffed at his tea before frowning down at it. "I think this is strong enough to peel the paint off my Bentley... Next time I need to remove a stain, I shall come here and order a bucket of this."

"It'll wake you up in the morning!" Corey chuckled as he lapped at the foam. "Ah, just breathing this in wakes me up. I needed this. This is so nice..."

"You are most welcome, Corey." Maxwell wagged as the feline looked up at him. "If I may have the pleasure, I would greatly enjoy your company for the rest of the afternoon, as well. I hope I made a good enough impression for you to say yes."

The Irish wolfhound just smiled at the feline; his tail never stopped wagging as his ears perked up practically holding his breath as he waited for an answer.

"With me? You want to spend the day. With me?" The gears in the feline's head came to a screeching halt.

"Of course. Who else would I ask?" Maxwell pushed his drink aside as they talked.

"Ah, well. Anyone else...?" Corey had to laugh. "Okay. Okay. What is this about? I mean, really. What?"

"About?" Maxwell tilted his head to one side looking at the feline with confusion.

"I mean, you paid for all this." Corey motioned. "You come in this fancy outfit that has to cost more than my rent." The feline nodded at what Maxwell was wearing. "Then you have this whole... persona you are putting on. I mean, dude, if you want me to just-," Corey began before Maxwell cut him off.

The canine held up a hand, waiting for Corey to stop before interrupting him.

"No, no. I think you are mistaken. Some of the other... men, as well, have thought such. I truly am who I say I am. I am here to enjoy my time with you, Corey. Nothing else. I ask nothing for you in return than to enjoy said company." Maxwell offered a hand. "If you wish, of course. I won't ask for you to do something you are uncomfortable with. And I will, of course, pay for everything this morning. You have nothing to fret over or worry about in my care. I promise on my honor."

"I am not, not uncomfortable. Yet." Corey sipped his coffee for a moment. It really was more milk than anything else. "Ah, that really does hit the spot." He looked down at the coffee, thinking this all over.

"I'm glad." Maxwell wagged.

"I'm just not sure what you are... after. From me." Corey eyed the canine suspiciously as he cut the honey cake with the small cake fork provided and sampled it. "Oh, that really is good."

"Let me try!" Maxwell nearly jumped to his feet before sitting back down, chuckling with embarrassment. "Sorry. I have been looking forward to this all night. I almost couldn't sleep."

"Me either," Corey admitted and that made the wolfhound beam from ear to ear.

"I see I wasn't the only one then. Nerves, huh?" Maxwell turned his slice of cake around to admire from every angle. "I wanted to make sure to find a place that wasn't to... much. I know I can be a lot. I need to work on going slow, in the future. Now that I am putting myself back out there."

"What made you want to meet up with me?" Corey asked as the canine reached over to try a sample.

The feline figured Maxwell would use the fork. Instead, the canine just picked up his piece and bit it in two, easily devouring the first half before finishing off the second. Using his napkin, Maxwell wiped his fingers and lips off neatly before looking at the feline.

"Wha?" The wolfhound asked with his cheeks full of food.

"I. Nothing." Corey chuckled. This was one of the strangest mornings the feline ever had and wondered if he was still in bed asleep.

Crumbs fell from Maxwell lips as the canine hungrily devoured the food and then wiped off his lips as if to pretend to be the gentleman he had been on entering. Maxwell grabbed one of his gloved fingertips between his teeth and pulled the glove off, setting it aside. His hands were large with dark gray furred fingers that ended in blunt claws and dark gray paw pads. He rested his hand on the table, stretching out a bit as he did so.

Maxwell rolled one shoulder, then the other as he took of his jacket and let it fall over the back of the chair. It was so large the end of it brushed the floor. With a stretch, the canine sat back up and pulled his drink over to try.

He cringed at the strong taste but didn't comment on it, not wanting to ruin the mood.

It took a second for the feline to realize that Maxwell was beginning to get comfortable around him or just relax since he'd shown up. Easing up and taking off more than just his jacket. The canine must've been far more stressed about this than he had been letting on. He had one leg stretched out past Corey's chair, the other was idly bumping into the side of Corey's leg as the canine looked out the window.

"We could go for a walk through the park before it rains." Maxwell mentioned, thinking it over. He glanced at the feline as Corey sipped at his drink. "Enjoy the sights together...?"

Corey liked the sound of that. Mostly because it would be cheap and free.

"Sounds delightful." Corey chuckled as he sat the drink down, smiling at the canine. Maxwell wagged seeing that.

"Wonderful! Then we can get lunch together and from there, we can see how the weather is faring before deciding what next to do." Maxwell sat up and leaned over the table. Corey pulled back at the canine's forwardness, but the other man didn't seem to notice. "There is a relaxing ferry ride we can take. Even if the weather doesn't hold, there are games and movies they showcase and play inside we can enjoy together."

"I think I'm beginning to understand what you meant by going to fast." Corey chuckled and the canine's ears splayed out.

"Ah, would that be unacceptable on a first date...?" Maxwell eased up, thinking it over. "I just thought it would be a fun time to go and do something. If you wish for a more carefree evening, I can do that. By no means did I wish to pressure you into anything."

"So, this is a date?" Corey asked before clearing his throat and continuing before Maxwell could catch on he'd been doubtful about it. "Is it something you've been wanting to do? The ferry ride, I mean."

"Oh, yes! I have been meaning to do several things around the city. I have spent most my life working, you see. Now that I am only part time with the family business, I wish to fill in the empty hours of my week with the things that I had been wanting but unable to do!" Maxwell said happily taking his other glove off now. At this rate the canine might take off his socks and kick up his feet.

Not that Corey wouldn't mind the show.

"And you joined the app to look for someone to do these things with...?" Corey was beginning to put it together. Over worked older guy wanted to experience the things he missed out in life now that he has the time, and money, to do so. Recapture his youth in other words.

Corey could understand that. It was kind of like a bucket list. Or a midlife crisis. He hoped for the former.

"You catch on quickly!" Maxwell wagged. "You are very intelligent, Corey. Most of the other gentleman I met on that application were only inclined for one thing and one thing only. While, they are free to search for such things as is their right to do so, that is not something I have an interest partaking in.."

"Sex?" Corey lifted an eyebrow. Maxwell snorted at how blunt the feline could be.

"No, no. That is something I do enjoy. I very much enjoy sexual experiences with my partner if I had one. What I meant, was that, I have no interest in hooking up in a dirty bathroom for a quick rub down." Maxwell shook his head. "I may be a bit inexperienced when it comes to this, but I know what I like and dislike. A foul-smelling bathroom is not on my list of things to do."

"SO, you do have a list." Corey wanted to laugh at that. He had been joking about the bucket list. It made sense but was still funny.

"Yes. Don't you?" Maxwell asked, lifting up a floppy ear at the feline.

"Like a list of things, I want to do before I die...?" Corey thought that over.

"Exactly. We only get one chance at this life, and I would hate to miss out on something that I would've enjoyed." Maxwell nodded. "Present company included." The canine mentioned and Corey blushed a bit taking that in a kinky way, or maybe hoping for that.

"Well, no. Not really. Not yet, anyways. I hadn't really thought about my future... in a long time." Corey shrugged a shoulder before turning to look out the window. "With everything going on in the world, how expensive every has gotten... I never really thought about what I wanted to do with my life. Only what I could reasonably do and afford to get away with.

Maxwell politely listened to the feline, letting him finish before proposing an offer.

"Would you like to spend the week with me, Corey?" The canine turned his hand over as if giving the feline chance to take or refuse it. "Who knows what tomorrow will bring but, today, we can take the reins of our fate. We do not have to commit to anything. Just enjoy our time together. We do not even need to do the things on my list! Whatever comes to mind, we can try."

Corey had several things in mind he wanted to try but figured Maxwell wasn't about to give him a handy underneath the table and decided to file away his horny thoughts for the time being.

"An entire week?" Corey lifted an eyebrow, not letting that pass.

"If you can tolerate my presence for that long." Maxwell sheepishly smiled, his tail wagged at being caught. "I, of course, will pay for everything as you are giving up your free time to spend with this old canine."

"It could be fun." Corey chewed it over as he took another long sip of his drink, dragging it out. He could see Maxwell's ears perked, hopeful and waiting for Corey to finish. "But you aren't paying for everything." Corey glared at the canine whose ears folded back. "I'm not looking for no sugar daddy."

"I see." Maxwell chuckled, tilting his head to the side giving the feline a smirk as his eyes twinkled with a knowing thought. "Then, what are you looking for?"

"I suppose you will just have to wait and see." Corey gave him a wink, placing his much smaller hand in the canine's. Maxwell's long, strong fingers curled around the feline's hand. His paw pads were rough to the touch. A hard-working man's paw.

Corey could get used to being held by this strong hands.

"Where would you like to go first, Corey?" Maxwell beamed happily, wagging. "After we finish our drinks. We are in no rush."

"We can go when you finish your drink then." Corey glanced down at the dark swampy brew of the Earl grey tea he'd been served.

"You are cruel, my dear Corey." Maxwell chuckled as the two enjoyed their morning together. Maxwell never let go of Corey's hand and the feline never withdrew it until it was time for the two to go to their next destination.

"We were in there for so long I'm already ready for lunch." Corey chuckled as Maxwell helped with the feline's scarf before donning his jacket and gloves once more.

"I am feeling quiet peckish myself." Maxwell nodded as he followed a polite distance behind the feline as they exited the warm café and into the cool afternoon air. The wind began to blow and Maxwell stepped in front of Corey, using his body to block it.

Corey felt a tint of blush creeping back to his cheeks but tried to ignore it.

"We are in Britian. We have to eat fish and chips!" Corey grinned as the canine tried not to gag.

"Oh, yes, fish. Lovely." Maxwell took a deep breath, let it out before clapping his hands together. "Well then, shall I meet you there? Or would you like to go in my car?"

"Unless you want to wait for the bus..." Corey frowned, feeling uncomfortable about not having a car.

"Wonderful! We shall take my car then," and Maxwell offered an arm for Corey to take. It took the feline far longer than he wanted to admit to figure out just what the fuck the canine was doing.

"Oh. Such a gentleman." Corey laughed before taking it. Maxwell had to hunch because of their size difference.

"I have been called gentledog before." Maxwell winked as he guided Corey towards where he'd parked.

"Hopefully not in the bedroom." Corey couldn't help himself.

"Now that, you will just have to wait and find out about." Maxwell gave a knowing smirk as the two began the first day of their week together.