Intertwined - Prelude Part 2
"Come on Blake, we don't have enough time for this,...
"Come on Blake, we don't have enough time for this," Chris yelled out over the excitement. His body was pinned down flat against his bed and he could feel the fangs pushing into his neck. He liked it, a lot.
"Stop talking; just let me handle it." Blake moved his mouth up higher and higher. He knew all of his boyfriend's weak spots; he knew exactly how to tease. The ears, the neck, the nipples, Chris loved the feeling of his Blake being near them. Blake's lips reached the mouth of his partner's; the lust was almost eroding through their entire bodies. They were both filled with these intense feelings, and as much as they knew they could control them, they didn't want to. Another shot of pain filled Chris' spine, good pain.
"Blake, you know biting isn't fair. We have less than ten minutes before my parents get home; there is no way we can do this now."
"Watch me."
His hands moved down Chris' chest, slowly feeling the fur between. Chris' eyes were shut tight and he was trying get his focus away from his parents. Blake was going to continue whether he liked it or not; he might as well enjoy the moment instead of wait for the interruption. The sweat began to run down Chris' face and he opened his eyes to try and get a good look at his surroundings, but Blake was already moving down.
"Good dog," Blake whispered when he noticed Chris' body begin to settle. He was three years older than his partner, a difference that he treasured completely. Blake loved the feeling of being dominant; he loved to see his boy being forced into these situations. Their entire sexual drive was based off a game of cat and mouse, Blake being more of a ferocious lion than the Dalmatian that he was. He lowered his head just inches above the button of Chris' pants, hovering there as he received a good smell of his boyfriend's musk. That drove him crazy.
Chris let out a quiet moan, almost a whine. His body was screaming 'Go, go, go!' while his mind was begging 'No, no, no!' He loved the feelings that he was having, but thought of his parents coming home clouded his thoughts. Sometimes when we don't have the ability to make a decision, the people we are with make it for us.
Blake flicked up the button that held Chris' pants together. He took the time to move slowly and sensually so that Chris wouldn't miss out on any friction. His smile grew wider and just the thought of what would happen next made him crazy; just the thought made him grow. His paw pushed down gently on Chris' underwear. The warmth spread rapidly and once again the musk hit Blake's nose. He couldn't contain himself any longer; he needed more.
As he began to pull down the last barrier that separated him from his prize, Chris quickly grabbed his arm. His ears perked up tall and he looked at his closed door as if he could see right through it. Blake let out a small chuckle of irony, as if making fun of the situation he had put them in. It was just another game of Cat-and-Mouse, a game that the cat had won again.
"Chris, I'm home," his mom yelled from the living room. She sat her keys down on the dining room table and the clinging noises rang all the way to his room. Chris was rapidly buttoning his pants, peeved that they didn't have time to finish what Blake had started. He saw the look in his boyfriend's eyes; he knew exactly what he was thinking. Although sex was always on his mind, the one thing he loved more was embarrassing Chris. The blush was too cute to pass up.
When his mom finally reached his room, Chris looked as normal as could be. His pants were back on and his member was placed flat against his stomach, hiding beneath his shirt. Blake on the other hand couldn't contain his laughter. He was in a fetal-like position on the side of the bed and had a smile that reached his ears. "Hey Mom," Chris blurted out nervously.
"Hey, honey," she replied as she looked obliviously around the room, "Hey, Blake."
"Hey, Mrs. D." He chuckled once again and looked over at Chris' nervous face. 'Priceless,' he thought.
"What are you boys up to?"
"Nothing, Mom. I was just telling Blake about this story I heard in third period today. It's teenager stuff, you wouldn't find it funny." Chris turned quickly towards Blake, giving him a silent clue to follow up on the story. In most cases he would've, but this instance was too fun to miss out on.
"Well, if you need anything you know where to find me. You boys behave." She gave them both a friendly parental glare before shutting the door and returning to the living room. The door clicked closed and Blake finally let out the laughter he had been holding in for so long; Chris couldn't help but laugh along.
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"I told you we didn't have enough time!" Chris whispered loudly over his laughter. The Black Labrador stood up tall and tucked away his penis into a more comfortable position.
"Well you didn't stop me!" Blake replied, standing up tall above his juvenile partner. They continued to laugh.
"I said stop, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you didn't mean it."
"How do you know I didn't mean it?"
"Cause your voice was practically begging for more." Blake grabbed onto Chris' shoulders and pushed him softly onto his back. The Dalmatian collapsed on top of his companion and gave him a loving smile. The blush was finally fading, but his face wasn't any less adorable. "You've got to admit, that was pretty funny."
"Maybe for you; I was too busy trying to hide myself."
"Well she didn't see anything, so no harm was done, right?" Chris gave no reply. Blake nudged his muzzle into his boyfriend's neck, trying to loosen him up. "Right?"
"Right." They held each other for a moment and simply got lost in their closeness. As much of a nuisance and a wild boyfriend that Blake was, he loved Chris with all his heart. They've had their share of fights, lies, and secrets, but at the end of the day there was never anything more important to Blake than his love. They exchanged a kiss.
"Well you might want to get off of me before my mom does see something don't you think?" They both laughed and Blake got back on his feet, grabbing an Xbox controller on the way up.
"Let's play some games; it's your pick."
***
Skylar couldn't stop fidgeting as he watched through the window. His parents were talking directly to the principal and this time he didn't know why. His heart was beating fast and the only thing he could focus on was the bag in his back pocket, the one his 'friends' gave him. His fidgeting became almost schizophrenic and he stood up tall in his chair to try and see the look on his parents face; they were emotionless.
He wasn't a bad kid and he knew it. He always had good grades, he was always polite, and he always stayed out of trouble. Ever since kindergarten he was that one Husky who shared his cinnamon apples with everyone just so they'd be full. He was the kid who let the slackers copy his homework so that they could pass the class with a decent grade. Sky was good kid his entire life, and he didn't think that this small bag would screw that image up.
The principal's door opened up and his parents walked out short after. They shook hands with the tall man and proceeded to walk toward him in shame. Something was up, he could feel it.
His dad gave him one of those 'let's get going' waves and headed towards the exit. Sky bolted quickly behind them, nearly shutting the door on his black and white tail. He became worried when they refused to say a single word and that feeling only grew when they remained silent all the way to the car.
The engine revved up quietly and the sound of all three seatbelts echoed in the small space. Sky felt it was odd not hearing the fourth which normally came from his little brother, but he didn't really expect his parents to take him on a trip to see the high school principal. The car backed up out of the parking lot and Sky felt his heart drop as they began to head home. If he didn't say something soon, the silence was going to drive him crazy.
"So, what did he say?" Skylar asked; his fingers were crossed in hopes that it was no big deal.
His parents exchanged looks with each other; after many years of marriage, they always knew what the other was thinking. "He told us about your grades," his mom answered, "we're really disappointed in you Skylar."
A wave of relief hit his chest. They didn't know about the bag; they didn't know everything.
"How long am I grounded?" He should've known it was a stupid question to ask.
"How long are you grounded?" She shook her head in frustration. "Skylar, you're failing every single class. You haven't been doing your homework, you've been failing every test, but all you're worried about is being grounded?"
Sadly, it was true.
"It's just high school mom. Everyone else gets some F's in high school."
"You're not everyone else Skylar. This is the first time we've ever been called to school because of you. You're not the kind of kid who gets bad grades; you're the kind who brags about another A on your math test. I've never in my life seen you fail anything and now you're failing absolutely everything? I really didn't expect anything like this from you Sky."
The disappointment hurt more than yelling ever could. In his heart he knew that his mom was right, but he didn't want to face it. Ever since he started hanging out with his new friends, life hasn't been the same. He didn't study anymore, he didn't do homework anymore, and for once he actually felt popular. So what if a few grades went in the tank, he finally had people who looked up to him. He gripped the bag in his pocket once more.
"I'll get my grades up, I promise," he lied. Although he would've loved to have those high grades again, he had no intention on working for them.
"You better hope you do. In the meantime, we'll find a punishment that suits your actions." She turned away from him and looked back over at her husband. His eyes were concentrated on the road and Skylar was so glad that he hadn't been the one yelling. His dad had one of those military like voices that made you want to crawl into a ball whenever you were spoken to. If he had been the one dishing out the lecture, Sky would've been terrified to the bone.
When the seemingly endless car ride finally came to a halt, the silence again overtook the atmosphere. Not a single shred of sound passed between the mouths of the trio; the suspense was almost lethal. Skylar stayed right behind his parents on the way into the home, trying to give off that 'little boy' impression to get back on their good side. The first chance he got, he rushed upstairs and into his personal bedroom, where he could obtain at least a slight bit of peace. The door shut tight and he let out a sigh of relief.
Sky grabbed the house phone off of his desk and placed it gently on his shoulder. The buttons beeped loudly in his ears as clicked the seven numbers that he wished to dial. There was a small moment of silence before an answering machine picked up on the other end. 'His phone must be off,' Sky thought as he was told to press pound for more options. A few more electronic commands were suggested before the receiver finally let off a loud beep. He reached for the bag that he held as he began to record his message.
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"Hey, Vincent, it's me Sky. Principal Davis called my parents to school today, oh god was it a mess. Long story short, I don't think I'll be able to make it to that concert this weekend; go ahead and give my ticket to somebody else." He pulled the container slowly from his pocket and held it in front of his face. The bitter stench reached his nose quick and he stared back at the marijuana it held. "By the way, one of your friends gave me something to hold onto. It's probably no big deal, but I really need to get rid of it so my parents don't find it. Call me back ASAP."