Hangover
#14 of Hockey Hunk Season 1
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Hello y'all and welcome to read about the continuous misadventures of Rory Gliese, a 20-something lion whose life keeps throwing interesting curveballs in his way. Or balls in general. He really likes balls.
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Cue for the title credits now, enjoy the ride!
*begin glitzy music*
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"...and your email address was....oh yes...yes, we have the special edition box set reserved under the name McCallister...yes, Mrs. McCallister, it is the numbered special edition...yes, it won't be on the shelf, Mrs. McCallister, it will be paw-packed and prepared just for you when you come to pick it up. Yes, it is wrapped in plastic, it is very finely packed and perfect for you. Yes, Mrs. McCallister, you can come over first thing in the morning on Friday to pick it up. Yes, thank you Mrs. McCallister, have a very nice day. Thank you, Mrs. McCallister. Good day!"
I pushed the red button on the old mobile phone and put it to its shelf under the counter and snuffled hotly. My tail swayed from side to side and my ears flattened almost unnoticeably as the motion reminded me of my tender places for the Nth time during the last week. I had a flicky tail by nature, but now its usual fun, swingy motion was more a nuisance rather than a pleasure. I willed the thick, muscular thing to stay down and be nice between my footpaws while I tried to concentrate on the cash register display in front of me. I tried to be really fascinated by the familiar Albrecht Brothers logo on screen and made sure that I didn't let my tail betray me again.
Ugh...invalid sex or not, Peter's enthusiasm had been almost boundless, and his feline stamina up to par with his familiar performance back during the sweaty and smutty college years. He might not be a rough lover by any feline parameters, but a couple of hours of non-stop cougar on lion action had left my unused rump in need of some rest. Having a swingy tail tugging on everything that had been spread open wasn't really what it liked, either. Marge had even noticed it on Monday and thought that I had had bad luck with a girl because of my subdued tail. She really didn't have any idea just how lucky I had gotten...in a sense.
"That'll be 16.99, please," Crystal smiled and flicked her big ears for the customer bear who would soon be in possession of a Henning Mankell crime novel.
I watched the burly black bear pick out a 20-dollar bill and hand it over to Crystal who put the bill into the cash register and returned the receipt along with the three dollars worth of change.
"Thank you for shopping at the Albrecht Brothers, hope you will come again soon!" the mare smiled just as she picked up a glossy slip from the familiar WINTER SALE SPECIAL stand and handed it over along with the red carrier bag containing the book.
"Thanks, heh," the bear grumbled and padded away, the small bag swinging on his paw as if he was holding a purse.
The thought made me smile and caused my tail to swing happily with my amusement. The twinge of discomfort pulsed in my rump and I hoped my ears weren't doing anything suspicious just when I turned away from Crystal. I listened to her tapping the cash register for a moment and then the familiar click when she closed the till.
Damn surprise Saturday sex...
"Marge missed you in the morning shift, Rory," Crystal spoke.
I tipped my head over my shoulder and looked at the mare with a curious expression.
"She did?" I raised a brow.
Crystal flicked her ropey tail happily, leaning against the glass counter.
"Yeah, she and I had so many boxes to carry and unload with neither of you guys around," Crystal smirked.
I just about managed to keep my tail in check as I chuckled.
"So that's why she complained about her arms when I saw her at the locker room," I shook my head amusedly. "Poor swooning maiden..."
Crystal shook her mane from a side to another in the perfect blonde gesture.
"She also nicked a claw," the mare gasped. "She has to visit Gigolo's for a full emergency treatment tonight."
I puffed out my chest a little and tipped my head to the side briefly, smiling still.
"Well, whenever you need a proper lion around...,"...I risked a tail flick and survived it pretty well, though it was sure to drop between my footpaws once I was done.
"Then I'll shout... 'Oh, Rory! Oooohhh Rory!!!!!' and go all swoony when you appear," Crystal suggested with a wink, her hand held up to act as a megaphone for her playful call.
I took a step closer and made my best cat pout lips and cat ears and kept my chest puffed out ever so beautifully.
"You rang?" I purred and flicked a suave ear at my equine co-worker.
"One studmuffin ordered," Crystal grinned.
I made another cat face and chuckled.
"You sound like Marge," I accused the mare with a grin.
"You call her sweetie, why can't I call you muffin, too?" Crystal retaliated.
"Because she's Marge and you're Crystal, "I told her with a good lion smile, "You have to come up with your own nickname for me."
"Ahhhhh...," she smiled, "so that's what it is then..."
"Yeah, that's it, Crystal, just that, "I replied encouragingly.
Crystal rubbed her broad chin and tipped it down as she looked at me curiously.
"Hmmm...a stud nickname for Rory...," she contemplated.
My ears wanted to hide deep against my skull. Unfortunately a very eager-looking pair of tigers had just appeared right next to my cash register looking like they wanted a piece of good old Rory Gliese, too. All I could do was to turn back to face them and put my ears up and smile and make sure my damn tail would not swing so much!
"Good day to you" I smiled to the two tiger girls who were already loading books to the counter.
"Hi!" the one with thicker stripes replied, all perky ears and smiles for the big lion Rory.
"Cold day outside?" I tried small talk as I started to run the books past the bar code reader for the first tiger, the thicker one.
"Not with these stripes," the other tiger girl cut in, smiling and giving me one eye while her other was fixed to the screen of her cellphone.
"Quite true," I was glad my chest was still puffed out to show that I too could be really fluffy and survive the cold outside.
"I have this coupon, is this valid?" the tiger being served handed over a Winter Sale Special voucher for me just as I finished with the raw meat cooking book and checked up the grand total, 72.95 on the cash register screen.
I took the offered piece of paper and checked it briefly before tapping the cash register.
"Yes it is," I smiled, watching the numbers disappear, "a five-dollar discount...and that brings it to 67.95, please."
I tore the voucher in half quickly before tossing it into the waste paper basket under the counter while I waited for the tiger girl to rummage through her wallet.
"Credit, please," she rumbled.
"Yes, miss," I smiled in reply and swiped her card into my machine.
"This cash register here is free, miss, if you'd like to come over," Crystal chimed up from my right to the tigerish companion of the girl I was serving.
Crystal got a brief look from the tiger girl and no other response, her eyes then fully locked into the tiny screen of the cell phone being expertly tapped with the tiger girl's thumb as she held it one-pawedly, working quickly. I didn't like the potential implications of serving a Rory-curious tiger, and thus I decided to work with all haste. I shuffled the books into a carrier back quickly and handed them over, still smiling.
"And here is your receipt and your card, and thank you for shopping at the Albrecht Brothers," I was all business now and decided to hold back the Rory smiles a little for the next customer.
Okay, so she did ogle a bit...well, a lot, but I managed to navigate yet another lion trap and emerge as a winner while I handed over the plastic carrier bag and wished the phone-wielding tiger a good day. The pair disappeared into the street and I closed the till with a satisfyingly metallic clang.
"Hmmm...Alejandro..."
I turned to look at Crystal with another curious expression on my face.
"Huh?"
"Alejandro?"
"Don't call my name," I snuffled, a helpless smile spreading over my lips.
Crystal's ears flicked as she rubbed her neck thoughtfully.
"Nah, you're not Hispanic enough anyway...a leopard could be an Alejandro...or...Roberto..."
"Sorry for the lack of mottles," I flicked my ears at her in amusement, and made sure that my tail would not join in.
No wonder Victor said he needed a pillow to sit on after I was through with him...
"You ever tried beauty mottles?" Crystal chuckled.
My ears flattened at the memory of my beauty indulgence back in college, when I had spent ages painting the prettiest mottles over my muzzle and arms as a fashion statement, to go with my gay chic waistcoat and beret and breeches.
"No," I lied outright and chuckled to make it sure that the idea was completely ridiculous to me.
Peter helped me paint a few ones every now and then...
"You should try it out." Crystal winked. "Marge could not keep her paws off you."
"She already has enough spots in her Goggy," I put the defensive stance up, though only playfully.
"Exactly!" Crystal beamed. "She has a thing for mottles, I'm sure about it."
"Marge has a thing about most guys," I tried.
"Well, felines, especially, though she thinks Mason is hot..."
My eyes widened.
"Marge thinks that Mason is hot?"
Crystal tilted her head and grinned.
"Well...if you can keep a secret..."
"Of course," I whispered at my best conspiratorial voice.
Crystal leaned towards me and smiled broadly as she spoke quietly.
"She still thinks you're hotter."
The insides of my ears felt hot despite my best efforts not to get too affected by the idea. Crystal just chuckled and tossed her mane aside again, enjoying herself fully, and my shocked expression, too, likely.
"Oh, my..." I chuckled and rubbed the side of my muzzle, glad to feel that I wasn't genuinely blushed.
"But don't' tell her I told you, or she'll claw at me," Crystal chuckled.
"Your secret is safe with me," I shook my head in disbelief.
The whole idea kept me smiling and snuffling for the next five minutes as I thought about the cougar looking from me to Mason and drawing comparisons. Maybe she even had a scoreboard or something, where she'd put in points for us. Studmuffery. Rory, 5 points, Mason, 3 points. Cute earflickery. Rory, 6 points, Mason, 2 points. Geektastic quips, Rory, 4 points, Mason, 7 points. Damn!
Well, I still won on the overall score, so win for Team Rory!
The thought bubble above my head began to change, though, when Marge's leering cougar face slowly morphed into the haughty face of Peter, looking at me with his bright eyes and a shy smile. That made my belly clench with slight discomfort. That Saturday afternoon had sure been...interesting, but it had not really made a change to the general state of things. We had parted as friends, without any complications, as if we had indeed just watched the movie. Rest of the weekend was quiet, except for a text message from Peter telling that he had a nice time and would hope that I'd visit more often.
I lay on my bed, staring at the small screen and trying to come up with an answer. Finally, I promised that I would make the time, and clicked the "SEND" button to blast away the message into cyberspace. The message had also sent curious echoes through my mind. On the spur of the moment, I had brought up another message, the one that had been written by a Hockey Hunk. It was such a different message, full of textspeak and errors and so unlike the short but perfectly punctuated text from Peter. Perhaps that was the main difference between those two males. Peter was neat and familiar and...as expected, while Victor was big and strong and strange and new and...
And I was mulling over guys while at work and there was suddenly a German Shepherd standing in front of me and looking at the spaced-out lion with a curious expression and plenty of cheap discount softcovers to check out.
"Good day," I spoke and jumped out of my gay musings and put up my smile.
"Hey," the Shepherd rumbled.
"Cold weather outside, glad we've got the heating on," I tried meekly.
"Yeah."
Our small talk was scarily similar to that I had exchanged earlier with the tiger, and the pitiful grand total of 17.99 wasn't enough to comfort me about the continuous profit margin of the shop. Still, I smiled and accepted the money and put the Winter Sale Special slip into the plastic bag and wished the distant dog a good day.
The till closed with another monotonous click and my tail twinged painfully. Surprise buttsex with my butt as the recipient really did have its consequences, it seemed, I decided while I almost stamped over my tail tuff to keep that damn thing from swinging everywhere again. Thinking about buttsex didn't help with my other end, either, because that brought upon the memory of pounding Victor Terrence Holden's hockey hunk musclebutt into sweet oblivion while I probably tore him with my barbs as badly as Peter had reamed my own tense insides. The resulting ball ache was nothing compared to an achy rump, but what was going in my head worried me even more.
Why the hell was I thinking about him anyway? It was just sex, damn good sex, but still, just random gay sex with a random Dobie. I shouldn't be thinking about it so much, and I shouldn't be thinking about it at all. Go figure.
Maybe I'll see you around some day, eh?
He did kinda imply that he wouldn't mind seeing me again...
I rubbed my chin thoughtfully and wondered whether it would be a good idea in the first place to even try to look him up. It's not like I hadn't had a one night stand before, and while it was polite to tell that it had been a fun time and that we wouldn't mind a second go at it, it was always just talk, not a genuine...promise of anything further. Now, though, it had been weeks and I was still going around in circles over that stupid Dobie and his big butt and his shampoo and his coffee and Mufasa jokes and...bah...
How'd I even go at it anyway? It was dark when we went to his place and I was just a little bit drunk, after all, and I couldn't even remember the number of the bus I took from his place to home before work. Was I really that drunk?
Shit...drunk sex hangover flashback...
I tried my best not to pop a boner right there while standing behind the desk and decided that it would be best not to think about this kind of a thing right now.
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Distraction arrived in the form of a wolf wielding a sword.
Well, to be exact, it was the fine wuff Mason carrying a full-sized cardboard image of a gruff wolf wearing complex metal armor and a cloak and brandishing a sword with colorful precious stones at its hilt. The wolf's heroic pose and stern looks only completed the image, though currently the wolf was travelling in an odd lopsided angle and propelled by the flicky-tailed frat wolf whose head bobbed up and down with invisible music blasting away on his earplugs. He gave me a quick look and noticing my curious gaze, stopped next to the counter and looked at me over the shoulder of the cardboard wolf. A quick fumble of his paw silenced the music for a moment.
"What's that?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, this came in the morning, it's for the Caledon Rocks," Mason explained to me, waving a paw over the armored wolf. "They sent a whole load of PR stuff."
"That's so cool!" Crystal chimed from behind me. "Who's that?"
"It's Wilbur, the Lord Protector of the Sword of the Caledon Rock," Mason replied nonchalantly. "He protects the castle where the Alchemists live. He's a fan favorite."
I decided that if the life-sized stylized drawing was anything to go by, I could understand why he was a fan favorite. The painted wolf was not only hunky but also handsome, and wielded a big sword. Swords were always cool, right?
"Is he your favorite, too?" I asked politely and a little bit curiously, too.
Mason's ears flicked as he gave me a look.
"Nah, I like Ballodior much more," the wolf mused. "Much more badass."
"Who's that?" I didn't even try to pronounce the name.
"He's the cool mercenary who is morally ambiguous and appears just when you least expect it," Mason explained.
"Now that's cool," I smiled at the idea of cool and dark and mysterious and sexy.
"Yeah, he won the fan poll back at Aytaron's Hut," Mason nodded.
"What's that?" I felt more and more dumb by the minute.
"It's the Caledon Rock wiki," the wolf replied with a shrug. "Pretty cool place, though I haven't been there in a while. Too many spoilers about the upcoming book. There're rumors that it has been leaked online."
"Wasn't it going to be coming out on Friday?" I recalled the boxes we were not permitted to open until Friday, safely stored behind locked doors at the back room.
"Yeah, this is part of the book stand they sent over from the publisher," Mason continued, tapping the armored belly of the cardboard hunk. "It's gonna be awesome, it's got this Wilbur picture and then it's also got a life-sized Catalina cutout, too, so it's going the make a really great pairing."
I flicked my ears and smirked.
"Lemme guess...Catalina, the...wicked witch of the Southern Shire?" I chuckled.
Mason's expression didn't flinch even under the onslaught of my terrible humor.
"No, Catalina, the Princess Royal of the Principality of the Safire Throne," Mason spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.
I shook my head quickly and smiled.
"Guess I should check out that wiki page and find out a few hard facts about the books before Friday," I mused with an amused smile.
"You better, all the fans are hardcore," Mason smirked and switched on his MP3 player before starting on his way towards the back of the store.
"Alas, Lord Protector, into thy fold I put my blood!" Crystal nickered.
I gave a "Whut?" face for Crystal who just smirked at my baffled expression.
"That's the catchphrase of Lord Protector Wilbur," she fluttered her eyelids in a mark of innocence. "I wikied it up yesterday, out of curiosity."
"Wow, sounds like you're really working for your pay this time, Crystal."
"There was a rumor that Christian Bale might play him in the movie adaptation."
"There's a movie adaptation?" my brow raised.
"The publisher is in talks with Paramount and Warner Brothers, but Disney pulled out when the animated feature deal fell apart," she spoke in the "I quote from Wikipedia" tone.
"I see...," I scratched my neck briefly in a thoughtful gesture.
"You better read up or you'll fail to sell the book to eager kids wanting to read something once they're done with Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings," Crystal smiled as she leaned against the counter.
"Yeah, yeah," I huffed. "I'll get around to it before Friday."
"Otherwise Mason's gonna scold at you and you don't want an angry wolf around do you?"
"Of course not!" I chuckled, my tail even daring a couple of very mild flicks of amusement in the process. "He might curse us in Swedish or something."
Crystal laughed happily.
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My apartment felt even smaller than usual as the hour turned to 8 pm and I was stuck on the couch watching a Frasier rerun of all things. My nuisance of a tail hung limply over the armrest, flopped down uselessly while my paw scratched over my belly in a similarly idle gesture. The room was dark except for the glow of the television screen.
Hell, I was only that far away from actually wrapping myself into a blanket and being the ultimate house cat. I had spent the evening away drinking coffee, browsing the Internet aimlessly and had ended up collapsed on the couch with Frasier and nothing better to do. I was even too demoralized to rub off a couple of orgasms to pass the time, mostly because I knew that it would cause unpleasant tensions to fall upon my well-poked tail section.
Thus, I was sexless, funless and lonesome tonight, and I had nothing better to do than to stare at the bad jokes on the television and wonder just how many bitching customers I might have to serve tomorrow. That combined with a badly slept night and tail ache and Victor-wondering had left me to a state of broodiness for the night, and I didn't like it at all.
My eyes flicked from the television to the cell phone abandoned on the side, the infamous phone that held the mysterious message from the Hockey Hunk Victor. Thanking me about good times...
It seemed to me that I really wanted to have some more good times with the said Dobie, just to see if it still was as good as it was. That, however, meant that I would have to find out how to contact the Dobie. I didn't have his number nor could recall his address...and trying to search for Victors from the telephone directory felt like stalking. We hadn't exchanged phone numbers, after all, not even as a polite gesture, and as such, a sudden phone call from a one night stand might not go down so well in the end.
"Hey, this is Rory Gliese, I've been thinking about how I fucked you for the past two weeks now and I really would like to do it again. So how about a little bit of tail up action?
That didn't change the fact that he had wondered whether we might meet again, and the fact that I'd spent the past weeks thinking about just that. Now, though, there was the matter of how to make this into a reality rather than a thought that made my barbs itch.
Meet...
Meet...
Meet...
The canned laughter filled my apartment as I jumped up to a sitting position on the couch.
Oh my fucking yes...
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I'm sure I hadn't been this nervous in this situation in years, I decided as I stood on the curb and watched the neon sign with interest. The cool air hit my skin through the thin shirt I wore, and made my furs stand up a little on the back of my neck. My tail looped into safety around my leg while I rubbed my paws together to keep the cold away. I blinked and stared at the sign again, tracing the bright blue neon tubes with mild fascination.
This was it, I decided.
I knew it was a long shot, but what else could I do? How else could I find the answer to the question that kept bouncing in my mind?
I took a deep breath, huffed it out and took the first step.
My tail ached.
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Dun dun dunnn....!!
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