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#12 of Hockey Hunk Season 1
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Peter's paw felt warm over mine, and the feeling only increased as he squeezed my paw lightly. Light from the television screen played over his face and was even reflected out of his eyes. I let him move my paw, slowly, over his thigh, directing me as he pleased. His coiled tail around my leg shifted. My skin prickled.
"This feels nice," Peter spoke in a low voice, with an edge of purr to it, just a little.
"Always up to help," I flicked an ear, and almost snuffled.
His fingers moved to interlace mine, slowly, and the squeeze deepened. My tail swished against the couch heavily. I couldn't really read his expression this time. Peter always had a face where you just knew what he was thinking, with those ears and smiles and eyes, but now he was a mystery. I didn't really know what to think of it, either.
"I know, Rory, I know," Peter whispered.
Fonzie just got disemboweled on the television when Peter leaned over and pressed his muzzle against my chest, and breathed me in. His exhalation was hot and tickled my chest furs through my shirt.
I put my paw against his shoulder and gave him a small squeeze. Peter's paw took a hold of my side as he scooted closer to me and held himself to me. His breaths were still very warm, but he wasn't purring. I didn't know anything that I could say at the moment, except that I knew that I had to hold him, too. He felt good, in that familiar way that some furs simply feel good. I couldn't really smell him properly with the alcohol still pungent in my nose, but I felt him, warm and slightly ticklish with his chin against my broad chest.
"Peter...," I whispered.
The ear not pushed against my chest flicked minutely. Peter sighed.
"Is this okay?" he still didn't move from his position on me.
"Yeah, Peter, it's okay," I stroked my paw over his shoulder, slowly, before I stopped near his neck and gave him another squeeze.
"You still smell the same," Peter murmured.
I couldn't help but chuckle gently, despite my nerves.
"Xanthomax Wash and Go, 3.99 at the supermarket," I snuffled. "Been using it since I moved out from home."
Peter's snuffle washed over my skin.
"Your bathroom always smelled of it," Peter husked. "I always smelled of it."
My wit got the worst of me again.
"You could always buy a bottle," I chuckled. "It's sold everywhere."
Peter snorted and gave me an eye.
"You know I only use pharmacy stuff for personal hygiene, right?" he scowled at me.
"Yeah," my ears flattened briefly. "It kinda hits the nose...well...not quite at the front door downstairs but..."
Peter snickered purringly.
"Sweet Jesus, Rory!" his chin rubbed ticklishly against my pec, and his ear flicked.
"Sorry," I pouted a little.
Peter snuffled and gave my side another squeeze.
"I...uh...," he whispered, "uh, sorry."
"About what?" I mirrored the squeeze on his shoulder.
"This," he still didn't move away, though. "This and...and...wanting to kiss you so badly but...I don't think my...the head place can't handle that."
I tried to smile as gently as I knew despite my heart leaping in my chest, pounding strongly against my ribs. I still didn't really know what to say.
"It's alright," I spoke softly, stroking his shoulder slowly. "If you can't..."
Peter sighed and snuffled.
"I wish it'd just be George but..."
"Oral transmission, yeah, I might have a bug in there," I replied in as level tone as possible, "I remember."
Peter rubbed his cheek softly against my chest again and smiled wryly.
"Nuzzling is fun, too," the cougar whispered and breathed in my skin again while his cheekfurs tickled me through my shirt.
"It's fun, yes, "I smiled, making small circles with my thumb over his shoulder.
He rested his head against my chest much like I had done to Victor during that night we were together. My chest wasn't nearly as broad and thick as the Dobie's though. I was just...ordinary, fit and firm, not big like Victor was. He was huge in all respects, after all.
Peter felt light and...soft, almost. I didn't want to call him fragile, but that word passed through my mind when I felt the softness of his cheek against my chest. His breaths were slow and warm and his paw on my side was barely exerting any pressure. He could have sat on my lap and it would not have taken any effort for me to carry him. I knew it wasn't right to compare him to the random Dobie, but my brain could hardly be controlled.
"Yeah...," he sighed against my chest.
I took a deep breath and rubbed the cougar's shoulder slowly, trying to figure out my mind. He felt good, like he was, intimate and familiar and uncomplicated. Peter and I had never been complicated. For some reason I wasn't sure whether we were complicated at the moment or not. I looked down to him and watched the heavy-lidded cougar rest there, against my chest, holding me, seeking my body's feel and warmth, from my pelts.
My tail flicked nervously against the couch when I softly squeezed his shoulder, and swallowed, my decision made.
"Peter?"
"Hmmm?" he didn't look up to me.
"Is it alright to kiss somewhere that isn't your maw?" I whispered hoarsely.
I received his eyes now, slightly flicky ears and bright eyes looking at me, and his head was tilted, still very close to my shoulder as we shared eyes.
"What do you mean?" he whispered.
"Like this," I replied and leaned over to press my lips on the top of his head, above his brow, very softly.
Peter's breath escaped from his maw in a low purr as he exhaled during the soft peck. The paw resting on my side pressed its pads more firmly over my ribs. I gave him one, too, on his shoulder, where I held him gently. His tail around my leg tightened briefly.
The cougar's eyes opened halfway as he looked at me, his breathing slightly heavy.
"Yeah, it's...it's alright," he whispered, blinked, and pressed his cheek against my chest again.
"No mucous membrane contact, eh?" I snuffled humorlessly.
Peter snorted over my pec, but that was followed by chuckle, and his eyes on mine.
"You're starting to get the hang of invalid sex, Row-reeh," Peter snuffled.
I scowled and flicked an ear on his wording.
"Invalid sex?"
"Yeah," Peter flicked an ear. "That's what George called it."
An unpleasant cold feeling filled my belly again, and I couldn't do anything but nod.
Peter snuffled and pressed his lips against my chest briefly, breathing warmly against my skin. He lingered in for a moment before seeking eye contact.
"We had great invalid sex," he whispered, his thumb rubbing my ribs, "the first time after his op we wore surgical masks. Damn awkward."
My belly clenched uncomfortably, and I wasn't sure if things could get more awkward than they were at the moment. My tail batted on the side of the couch with my nerves as I tried to keep my eyes level on him and not show discomfort.
"But you knew the risks and had to live with them," I tried.
"Yeah, we did, "Peter grunted, "oh, hell, we laughed more than we fucked, that first time. but that's bound to happen when...Jesus..."
Peter pressed his face against my chest and huffed several times, his ears flattening as he breathed heavily. I held my paw gently over his neck and stroked the soft, silky furs there as I gave him the time he needed. The cougar shook against me and I thought for one terrifying second that he was crying, but as he looked at me after a moment, I realized that Peter was laughing. It still made me frown.
"...oh, Christ...," he snuffled, "Oh, shit, talk about mood kill..."
"It's okay...," I spoke quickly, wanting to assure him that he hadn't done irreversible damage.
Peter still laughed, nasally, nervously.
"No, not you!" he snuffled loudly, "I mean...you'll probably gonna puke if I tell you, Row-reeh...sorry I mentioned it..."
He made a move to get up and sit right to his side again, but I wouldn't let him go. My paws were gently but they were there, on him, holding him. I tried to look as gentle as I could.
"You started to tell, you might as well finish it, too, "I told him, jabbing his shoulder with a thumb softly. "You know that there's very little that you could say to gross me out..."
Peter chuckled hollowly into my chest.
"Believe me, even I almost lost the mood afterwards."
Peter shuffled slightly closer to me and nestled against my side, lifting up so that we could hold a normal conversation while still holding onto each other. His ears were flicking and his breaths were snuffled. I rubbed his side assuringly and hoped that we'd emerge out of this alright.
"Well if you're sure...," he rumbled, "but I apologize in advance."
"I'll take my chances," I huffed.
"Yeah," Peter snorted. "Alright...invalid sex..."
His fingertips idly rubbed over my chest and side as he spoke.
"...it must have been...uhhh..yeah, I think it was...well, it was before George's op, but I had gotten mine...we were struck by the heat of the passion...figures...," he snuffled, "I was on twelve different pills and George needed his oxygen bottle..."
My ears flattened briefly and I got a jab over my belly from Peter.
"...I warned you, Row-reeh...," the cougar snuffled. "Want me to carry on?"
I nodded tersely.
"Yeah...well, yeah, we got into it and it was good and we were working things out slowly so that George wouldn't get too riled out and out of breath...so...things were going alright, and we wanted things to be special, and we were doing alright...good...intimate motion...having lots of fun...until George...uhh...well..."
My cougar companion snuffled loudly again.
"Well, yeah. I told him that he should tie with me and finish us off but...well, he said he didn't want to pound me too hard in case that the kidney would fall off."
His ears flattened and mine weren't far behind him as we stared at each other. Peter raised his brow and I just kind of...stared without knowing whether to find it utterly morbid, disgusting, or hilarious. Peter seemed pretty much equally puzzled, for he avoided my gaze. I wondered if there was anything I could say without offending him too badly.
It was a small blessing that Peter spoke first.
"We laughed so hard that it felt like that kidney might've actually been threatened," he snuffled. "And George needed his nebulizer, and we kind of lost the mood, but we did paw each other off afterwards, and it was pretty musky and nice so it wasn't a total loss."
I felt a slight ill clenching in my belly again, but thinking about it, and squeezing the cougar close to me, I decided that it was more the usual "too much personal sex information" squick and not the particular idea of the two furs possibly risking their lives to have sex with each other. At least I hoped they hadn't.
"Uhh...that's good," I spoke lamely.
Peter chuckled and nosed against my arm and chest again, hiding from my gaze once more.
"Yeah...sorry," he whispered.
My paw rubbed a slow circle over the cougar's back and neck while I listened to his breathing.
"It's fine, "I replied in an equally soft voice. "There's no sorries here."
The cougar snorted and sighed, but seemed to calm down, for he soon was nuzzling my chest again, slowly. He felt warm and he felt familiar, and he felt good in that way that he simply felt good. It also made me feel very lonely for some reason, and that made my ears flatten.
Peter's breaths tickled my belly.
His fingers were still tracing my side idly, stroking up and down while we simply held onto each other for now.
"So...I'm not sure I should ask...,"I rumbled after a moment of idle cuddling, "How do you get past all the...squick?"
Peter chuckled against my pec.
"It's fairly simple," he snuffled, rubbing his chin over my pec as he looked up to me with one eye, head tilted to fit the natural curve of my body. "After fourteen months of not being able to get it up, there was hardly stopping us."
His laughter was hollow, but mine was at least slightly more bright in its tenor while we chuckled and shook against each other in our amusement. I couldn't help but snuffle and rumble out a few purrs, too. I had no idea how Peter made it through every day, but I suspected that his sense of humor had grown to be darker than Marilyn Manson's lipstick.
On the television, Ghostface was breaking his havoc through the horror movie party. Poor Rose McGowan.
Poor Peter seemed to be quite comfortable in his current position, though, softly breathing and resting on my side while I stroked his back slowly. His purrs were coming occasionally, rumbling slowly over my skin. I smiled and tickled his ears a little, making them flick against my palm. Peter chuckled.
"Bet this wasn't in your mind when you wanted to come over for a movie, "Peter chuckled, his breath almost tickling my nipple under my shirt.
That felt a little bit hotter than it probably should have, and my body responded with a small wave of tension running through me from toes to ears. I breathed heavily while I stroked a slow thumb between his ears.
"Who says I should complain about cuddles, Peter?" I spoke in my best low, bedroom voice.
Cuddling with Victor had been great, too. Cuddling with Peter was different. He was...Peter. It almost didn't count. Well, it did count, it always did count, but...it didn't need to be explained.
Peter flicked his ears at me and chuffed.
"Maybe I'm not as cuddly as I used to be, "he growled. "Or kissable. I miss kissing."
I rubbed my fingers more firmly over his back through his shirt and smiled.
"Of course you're cuddly...all fluffy and bright-eyed and..."
Peter flashed his teeth quickly.
"I've a little bit of hirsutism, too, you know...that's the fluffiness," he spoke, deadpan.
"Well, if you gotta get your metabolism all messed up, might as well try to find something positive about it," I tried Peter's brand of humor, though it was taking a risk.
Peter grimaced, but didn't speak a word about it. His chin still pressed against the center of my chest.
"It's still so much better than the old days," he rumbled, "couldn't do anything, couldn't eat anything...the swelling..."
"I remember that," I nodded briefly.
"It was the worst," he snorted, "that and the wheelchair."
"I pushed you around a few times," I recalled with a smile.
"And it felt extremely pushy," Peter snuffled. "You do know that it's rule number one regarding furs in wheelchairs."
"Huh?" my brow knit.
"If it's not an electric wheelchair, then the fur in it can operate it on under their own power and doesn't need helpful paws assisting in pushing it around. Sitting in a chair being pushed around is like being on a stroller."
"Oh," my ears flattened. "I hope I apologized you for it back then."
"You did," Peter winked. "Thoroughly. You almost needed a wheelchair after the multiple apologies."
His fingers softly jabbed against my knees and we both laughed.
"Guess I'm not as unused to invalid sex as I thought, "I snuffled when we were calming down from the chuckle.
"You're almost a pro," Peter snuffled. "We had plenty, didn't we?"
"Before Graham, yeah."
"Yay for monogamy," my cougar smirked.
"It was a yay, yeah," I replied. "For a while it was really much a yay."
"Ever heard of him recently?" the cougar mused.
"Facebook-stalked him once," I replied, flicking an annoyed ear. "He's got some leopard nowadays, I think. There was some talk about going to Italy, he and him."
"Typical," Peter snorted. "Going to ogle at painted and sculpted asses and not getting their paws actually on some genuine rump."
I snickered and patted Peter's, for the best effect. For old times' sake, I told myself, as he purred briefly and kissed my chest, twice. I purred for him.
"They might be going in to catch some exotic Mediterranean tail, though," I suggested.
Peter chuckled.
"Yeah, I don't think fidelity was ever Graham's strong suit," my cougar smirked. "He really lived like the libertine he fashioned himself to be. He even wore a smoking hat didn't he, even though he never smoked."
I shook my head briefly while snuffling at the memory.
"Well at least you didn't sleep with him," I flicked an ear, "at least to my knowledge you didn't."
"Big Peter did, between my breakup with him and you getting together with Graham," the cougar mused.
"Graham was a bit of a size queen anyway," I snorted. "Liked big...antlers."
"Hahahahahha!" Peter chirped and patted my side.
"As you'd say...typical, "I smiled.
"I've never complained about your...antler," Peter smirked, his paw rubbing against my thigh slowly.
I was reminded of my antler pounding into a groaning and rumbling Dobie and felt a twitch in my sheath at the very idea. My tail flicked from side to side as I rubbed his back. Peter still smiled.
"It's a pretty good antler, yeah," I chuckled.
Peter kissed my chest softly and ticklishly before speaking again.
"Agreed," the cougar smirked, looking up to me. "Tasty and..."
"Tasty?" I chuckled, and felt my cheeks warm up a little at the raunchy compliment.
"You know I often liked to have a couple of shots before going for the...main course," Peter winked.
I snuffled.
"My balls appreciated the gesture...though complained afterwards."
Peter jabbed my thigh with his thumb and smirked.
"A cat needs a cat who really knows how to make another cat happy, yeah?" the cougar traced my inner thigh with his fingerpads slowly.
"No denying that," I replied, my throat dry.
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