Walking on Clouds
Something of a sequel to my flash fiction, Leap of Faith. Ian wants to do something special for Jamie's birthday, but he has no money and no time to draw.
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Today is Jamie's birthday. His twenty-first, actually. And I can already imagine what he probably wants, even though he's been coy with me this entire time, and hasn't even told me. But I know what he wants. He probably wants the latest volume of that Dimension graphic novel that just came out last week. And for good reason, too, because that's one of our favourite graphic novels. It's funny how big into sci-fi he is, even more so than I am. It's particularly cute, because every time we go to my dad's comic shop, Jamie is constantly ogling Volume 1 of that series, always wagging his tail just like the adorable Golden Retriever that he is. He used to have the first volume, but he lost it, silly dog. I'd love to get him both volumes.
Problem is... I don't have any money. We're both college students, see. Art students, specifically, and... well, you can imagine what a college student's budget is. Sometimes, I even wonder how we even afford to hit the movies or hang out at the mall with our other friends, Sam and Rally.
Actually, on that note, it has been a while, and I kinda miss those guys. They're always a joy to hang out with. Rally's this cute, flamboyant Dalmatian, who's never afraid to say what's on his mind. And he's the biggest cock-tease, ever. Sam is a bit of a stuck-up Doberman, with really high standards. Sometimes I even wonder why he likes us. But most of the time, he's actually really sweet and knows how to make you laugh. And Jamie? You knew this was coming right back to Jamie, right? He's the sexy Golden Retriever, who almost always has something clever or witty to say. But what's more is, he's also the sweetest guy I've ever met. He always knows just what to say at the right time. Well, okay, most of the time. Sometimes he can actually say things that drive me up the wall, and no, not in that way. As for me? Well, lately they've all been regarding me as the snarky, sly Border Collie.
"You're such a bad dog, Ian," Rally would often say with the stupidest grin on his face. And they're right, I am, but I'm not really as confident as I usually tend to come off. Half the time, I'm actually a bit nervous. Cut back to seven months ago, when we were all just friends and I had the biggest crush on Jamie, ever. You wouldn't believe how nervous and afraid I was of asking him to be my boyfriend. A lot of people have this profound fear, you see, that getting into a relationship with your best friend is the worst thing you could ever do, and a one-way ticket to a broken heart, and broken friendship.
I think that's bullshit.
But, admittedly, I had that same fear, and I didn't really know what to do. So... like a scene out of a cheesy romance movie, I brought the first volume of Dimension with me, and stood outside Jamie's apartment in the middle of the night, for like an hour, mulling over what I'd say to him, before finally knocking on the door. He was obviously surprised to see me, but quickly let me in. Then, we got to talking, and like an idiot, I used Dimension (a story about someone who's afraid to date their best friend) as a jumping-off point to ask him how he felt about dating friends. And... to my surprise, he gave the best answer I could've ever hoped for. No, better than that, actually. But being the clever dog he was, he quickly exposed my lack of subtlety. It was cute. Well... we were both cute, he thinks. Then, he did the most adorable thing ever and laid across my lap, looking up at me with the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen as he ushered me into asking him that fateful question.
And when he said 'yes' (in his own clever and cute way, of course), well... that was probably one of the best moments of my life. And when we finally kissed... I was... pretty much floating on air. That night, we had sex for the first time, when we should have been sleeping, because we had class that morning. But I didn't care and neither did he. I wanted to have him, be with him, be as close to him as I possibly could, and when he tied with me... God...
Again, I was floating on air.
We stayed up, snuggling for like an hour, after that. Again, we should have been sleeping. It was easily the best night of my life. Everything changed after that, for me. I gradually went from being so nervous (but not necessarily shy) to being... well, snarky and sly. I think Jamie has grown on me more than I really know; I'm acting like him in a lot of ways. I'm not nearly as afraid. I'm happy for that. I'm just... happier than I've really ever been.
I thought about drawing him something for his birthday. That would be easy enough because... well, we're all artists. We're all in the same Illustration class, at Lakeshore University, here in Toronto. That's how we all met, actually. I think Jamie's a better artist than me, though. But he probably wouldn't admit to that.
The problem here, though, is that it takes me a long time to finish a picture. And I'd only gotten the idea to draw something, earlier today. See, I'm too much of a perfectionist with my art, especially when I do something for Jamie. I tend to start over or re-do a lot of things. It may take Jamie, Rally or Sam twelve to fifteen hours to finish the average picture; whereas it'll take me... probably twenty-three. Terrible, I know.
So. No money for graphic novels, no time to finish a picture... I suppose I could try and sketch something, but... that'd feel too inadequate. Alright, so no sketching, either. Well, I suppose I could give him something... but what would I give him? He pretty much knows everything I have, so it wouldn't really be that much of a surprise.
Fuck.
I guess... I'm pretty much, out of luck, here. I've been lying in my bed for over an hour now, just staring at the ceiling, and it's already past one in the afternoon. Jamie'll probably call me later on, or just come over, like he always does. He doesn't actually make that big of a deal about his birthday, but he's definitely not one to shy away from presents. I'm thinking of calling Sam or Rally up and asking their advice... but I don't imagine they'd give much input. Rally would probably suggest that I draw something, and Sam would probably tell me to just give him something I already have, neither of which are ideas that I like.
This whole thing really pains me, because I want to do something special for Jamie. Something he's never gotten on his birthday, before.
Eventually, I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the ring tone of my cell phone. It's probably Jamie. The caller ID on the screen immediately confirms it and my tail is wagging furiously as I answer. I'm always happy to hear his voice.
"Hey, Jamie," I greet him. He can probably hear me smiling.
"Heeeeey, you," he replies in that overly cute way of his, "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, just laying in bed, here, thinking." My smile widens. Of course, I leave out the fact that I still don't know what give him for his birthday, and I'm purposefully not mentioning anything about it.
"Just laying in bed? On a beautiful Saturday like this?" I can tell he's grinning. I just chuckle.
"Unfortunately." My tail is still wagging as if I know what he's going to say next. I probably do.
"And thinking about what, may I ask?"
I chuckle again. "I'm sure you can guess."
He giggles. "I probably can." There's a brief pause. "Mind if I come over?" I'm sure his own tail is wagging, now.
"Not at all. Bring your golden butt down here."
"Alrighty, I'll be there in a bit. See you then, Ian."
"See you soon, sweetie." I smile as soon as I hear the beep indicating that the call has been disconnected.
Just talking to him always makes me feel better. I keep wondering... how did I ever manage to snag such a wonderful boyfriend? Sometimes, I even wonder if I really deserve him. He's certainly never had any complaints about the way I treat him. If anything, I probably smother him too much, but knowing Jamie, I'm not sure 'too much' even exists, in that regard.
I finally hop off my bed as I set the phone back down on my dresser. I figure it's time to at least stretch my legs before he gets here. Before I leave the room, my light blue eyes settle upon some of the pictures framed on my computer desk. There's a couple of me, Sam, Jamie, and Rally. There's also a couple of Jamie and I, together. This one picture of us snuggling each other, naked is actually my favourite. Rally took that picture two months ago. I remember it vividly, too. I find it amusing that he's always asking us who has the bigger cock; that makes me laugh. He's always flirting with me, too. I think he wants me to fuck him, which totally wouldn't be above his nature. Funny enough, something tells me Jamie would not only be okay with that, but he'd want to fucking watch, too, the pervy bastard. But that's just another thing I love about him; he's so open-minded.
I'm suddenly reminded of the fact that Jamie still wants a picture of us... tied. "It'll be fucking hot, dude!" he said. I'm... not so wild about that, to be honest. It's fun taking naked pictures, but... come on, a picture of us right in the middle of sex? Fortunately, he wasn't too distraught or upset, but I could tell he was a little... disappointed, you know? But he let it go pretty quickly. Eh... sometimes I still feel a little bad about not giving him that.
I glance at the clock and it's one-twenty three, now. He'll probably be here anytime. I'm pretty thirsty, though, so I quickly throw on a light blue shirt, so my body is clad in more than just my darker blue shorts, and then I'm out of the bedroom and in the kitchen, grabbing two Cream Sodas, one for myself and one for Jamie.
On that note, I still wonder why the hell we have Pink Cream Soda in Canada. Or, at least, in Ontario. Who the fuck came up with that idea? Jamie thinks it's hilarious, and for whatever reason, it's his favourite soda, so I try to keep an extra stash for him whenever he comes over. Regardless of the colour, I always enjoy the flavour, myself, and I'm quickly indulging in it.
My tail is wagging again when I hear a knock on the door. I don't even have to guess who it is, and as I open the door, I'm greeted with a quick kiss from a wagging Golden, followed by a "Hey!"
"That's a new one." I laugh as I close the door. I'm not surprised to see him immediately grab the Cream Soda I obviously set on the counter for him. He's wearing that black shirt with a logo of his favourite rockband, Warry Talent, along with some white shorts. He knows I love that look, and I'm immediately reminded of his favourite song.
"I've gotta change it up every now and then," he smiles at me as he takes a sip.
I just shake my head, chuckling. "So, what made you come here, anyway? Aren't your parents supposed to be treating you to lunch and dinner at your favourite restaurant, all day?"
"Yup. They are," he nods.
"Sooo... why aren't you over there?"
He cocks his head to the side with a mischievous grin on his face. "... I'm sure you can guess."
"Well, of course." I smile back at him. "But you never pass up the chance to go to Sea Shore."
"True. But today's my birthday. So... I'm doing what I want to do," he says, putting his arms around my neck and pulling me closely. "Got a problem with that?"
I embrace him by placing my own paws on his waist, nuzzling my wet nose against his. "Not at all."
"Good dog."
I giggle at those words. I hate when he says that, but at the same time, it's so cute when he does, you can't help but love it. Side note: I never used to giggle.
"So, what'd you get me?" He smiles.
My giggle is quickly gone. Shit.
"Uh..." I'm racking my brain to find an answer for him as I gaze into those beautiful green eyes. I feel guilty, now, and I honestly don't know what to say. I'm certainly not going to lie to him, but... I hate to disappoint him with the truth.
"I'm just kidding, Ian. It's okay." He smiles at me cutely, and I'm standing there, dumb-founded.
"What?"
"I know you're strapped for cash, sweetie. It's okay. I wasn't really expecting anything for my birthday." He's still wearing that same smile.
"...How'd you know I was out of money?"
He laughs. "Sam had to pay for your movie ticket on Thursday, silly. If you didn't have any money, then, I doubt you'd have any, now. Like I said, it's totally okay." He wagged.
Well... that's certainly a surprise. It shouldn't be, though, because that's totally a Jamie-esque attitude. I try to smile at him, but find it quite difficult. I'm glad that he's happy and okay with my situation, but at the same time, something doesn't quite sit well with me knowing that he is content with... getting nothing. I think I even feel a little worse, now, despite knowing for a fact that he'll tell me I shouldn't feel bad at all. I know I keep mentioning this, but... he really is sweet. That's made all the more prevalent as he licks my nose, his body still wagging in my arms.
"I'm sorry..." I finally blurt out like an idiot.
"Ian... " He tenderly cups my cheek, letting me feel the familiar warmth of his paw. He does that often. "I told you it's okay. I know would have gotten me something if you could've. That makes me happy enough."
"I know... but," I sigh heavily, "I wanted to do something special for you."
He just studies my face for a moment, truly observant of how distraught I am, despite his own uplifting feelings. "Would it be okay if... I stayed here, for the rest of the day? With you? Spent the night?" He's gazing into my light blue eyes, now. I can see the passion and desire in his own.
"Of course. I'd love that." I finally manage to smile, if just a little bit.
Without a word, he presses his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His broad tongue then snakes its way into my muzzle, and I'm holding him tightly against me as I tilt my head to accommodate and deepen our increasingly heated kiss. His paws work their way into the fur underneath my shirt and I'm almost shivering against his gentle touch. The shirt is quickly pulled over my head and arms, breaking our kiss for a moment as he does the same to his own shirt, and we're both standing there with our upper bodies encased in nothing but our fur. I take a moment to admire that gorgeous body of his, universally clad in the most lush golden fur I've ever seen. Jamie and I are roughly the same height, and both pretty lithe and slender; I think he's far better looking than me, though, but naturally, he'll tell me the opposite.
He pulls me into another kiss, a deeper one, and our fur is meshing against one another as a soft moan emanates between us. My paws are insistently digging into the waistline of his shorts, giving his pert rump a good squeeze, which only makes him more eager and his paws are really gliding through my fur, now. I feel myself tightening against those restrictive garments around my lower body and we're sensually grinding against each other, provoking my erection even more. Meanwhile, he's quickly undoing my pants and sliding them-along with my boxers-down as far as his paws will allow, and I'm doing the exact same to him. I manage to wiggle myself out of my loose clothing, kicking them off my feet, while he pulls his off, one leg after another.
Our clothes pool around our feet as we stand naked before one another, kissing and grinding our erections together again. It's maddening, and I feel that aching need throbbing in me in much the same way my flesh is throbbing against Jamie's. Soon enough, that Retriever is grinning at me and he cocks his head toward the bedroom. I just chuckle.
We're on my bed less than a minute later, Jamie on top of me as we kiss again. I'm sure it's pretty obvious by now that we both love kissing. A lot. It's intimate, passionate, very close. I've always loved the act, but never as much as when I'm with Jamie.
We don't even have to say anything to each other; we already know what the other likes and he's running a paw delightedly through my hair and bangs. Meanwhile I'm working my way along the fur of his chest and shoulders, combing through the golden layers with my claws. He ends our kiss with a quick lap to my nose, smiling at me as he begins to drag his tongue down my neck. I'm shuddering against him as I lie back, presenting my body to him in every way. The resulting giggle tells me he's pleased and his tongue eventually passes my stomach before he's reached his fleshy destination.
"Let's see how long you can stay still," he says almost curtly. My tail is already thumping the bed, and... I probably won't last very long against a tongue and muzzle like his.
His tongue reaches out to give a hearty lick to the underside of my dripping cock, lapping up my pre with a delighted smile, and I let out a small moan in approval. I can almost anticipate his movements as he sensually drags his tongue downwards before slowly licking his way back up to give my tapered tip a wet kiss. I just barely manage to restrain myself. He's giggling at my torture, the sly bastard. His fingers are stroking the inside of my thigh as he seals his lips around my length, voraciously attacking the first few inches with that merciless tongue of his. I'm gasping, now, and rewarding his efforts with a paw on his head, stroking the floppy length of his cute ears. This only eggs him on, and his lips manage to curl into a grin as he rests his paws on my thighs. He then slides his muzzle down further, nearly enveloping my entire shaft as he begins sucking in earnest.
It's a good thing his paws are keeping my legs in place, because I desperately want to thrust into that gorgeous muzzle of his. Precum dribbles from my tip and he's happily swallowing it as he bobs his head, delving his muzzle down further and further along my pole. His suction provides additional slickness and pleasure as he eventually deep throats me and I'm squirming against him, now. He giggles as much as his stuffed muzzle will allow, knowing I'm gonna fail his little challenge. And I have. Shamelessly. He finally releases my legs, letting me lose as I carefully hump into his muzzle and the vibrations of his delighted moans around my groin are just heavenly. He eagerly swallows as much as he can into his throat while his fingers tenderly massage my balls, gently squeezing and tugging them. My resulting gasps and moans tell him I'm not gonna last long, and his tongue is viciously dominating the underside of my length until I give one final thrust.
My muzzle wide open, eyes closed tightly, I shoot my seed in thick, sticky bursts, flooding Jamie's muzzle, and he's all too happy to swallow and gobble it up. Some of it leaks back onto my shaft, but he's quickly lapping it up like the eager canine he is. Meanwhile, I'm panting, still relishing the sensation of that smooth, wet tongue on my cock as he continues to lick and occasionally suck until I'm all clean. Still very wet, but clean.
I open my eyes and smile down at him and he's quickly laying on top of me again, eagerly drawing me into a wet, juicy kiss. Admittedly, I never thought much of the taste of cum. It's not bad-it's actually pleasant-but I'm not crazy for it. Jamie loves it, though; he's a real cock-lover. Probably even more than Rally is.
As we kiss, we're both gazing at each other with more need and want in our eyes. He knows I want him. Badly. I quickly grab a bottle of lube from my nearby drawer, handing it to him. He's just as eager as I am, heavy breathing between us as he slickens up his beautiful length to the point that there's almost a sheen on it. My legs are immediately spread for him as he carefully applies the substance to my wanting passage, lubing me up to his satisfaction before hastily tossing the bottle back onto the dresser. I can hardly wait; I'm anxious, horny, and I want to fuck.
"Come here, you," he says in that sexy, earnest voice, kissing me again while positioning himself at my entrance. He quickly slides into me with built up fervor and affection, making sure not to waste a single second as he promptly hilts himself inside me. Deep groans are pouring from my muzzle as I quickly throw my head back, mesmerized by that thickness flexing itself inside me. He's impatient and fervid, just as much as I am. I'm actually a bit surprised; he's never been this eager, before. Usually he likes to take his time and prolong things a bit, but there is the odd moment where he'll just be all 'fuck me right now'. But that's pretty rare.
It's made all the more evident with him grinding himself inside my rear, intent to capitalize on our union. And I love every second of it. It doesn't really hurt at all; we've had sex so much, we've kind of become desensitized to it, in a way. We're a couple of horny dogs, him and I.
I'm gliding my blunt claws through the fur on his upper back and shoulders as he slowly, but powerfully gyrates his hips, plunging himself hard into my body. He takes care to make every thrust count and his tongue is vicious against mine as we lose ourselves in our mutual passion. Our moans are bouncing and colliding with each other in much the same way our hips are as my body rocks with his. I almost feel like rolling over and riding him like a... well, like a dog. But it's his birthday, so, I'm gonna happily lie here and let him fuck me. But goddamn, is he eager!
His cock is throbbing inside me and he's soaking my insides with precum, working faster, now. His thrusts are coming harder, deeper, more powerful than ever, and I'm all too happy to embrace each one head on as I clench my muscles around that tenacious flesh. He thinks he can overpower me in our kiss, but he knows I'm gonna fight back, and I'm just as quick to match every movement of his tongue as we battle it out in a vicious, sloppy duel. It's so hot.
I can practically feel him grinning against my muzzle as he starts nailing my prostate, making me writhe and squirm under him in immense pleasure. He quickly takes advantage of it by letting his delicious tongue dominate and fully claim my muzzle in our heated kiss. Oh, I've lost this fight. Clearly. All the while, he's determined to bury his cock deeper in me time and again, and his knot is constantly smacking against my rump. I can tell he's going to tie with me soon.
Suddenly, he pins my paws against the bed, firmly clasping his fingers with mine as he breaks the kiss. He's gazing at me with such hunger and lust in his green eyes in a way that says 'God, you're so hot', and I fucking know it. Along with the look in his eyes, he's changed his pace, working hard to bury his bone. He's playfully growling at me and I'm just grinning back at him amidst my moans while my tail brushes against his balls, egging and taunting him.
"Come on, baby," I taunt him further.
"You're mine," he growls, hungrily kissing me again, still keeping my paws pinned against the bed as he swiftly buries his knot inside me. I let out a loud moan-right along with him-as I squirm against him, shuddering pleasantly against the initial sting. Anal sex doesn't hurt, but there's still a small tinge with tying. He doesn't let up for a second and he's grinding himself inside me, more than ever, now. His cock is resting directly on my prostate and I'm ready to scream out in bliss, because it feels so good.
He finally releases my paws and takes hold of my shaft, immediately jerking me off. He wants me to cum at the same time as him. Half the time that never works, but Jamie's a tenacious one. He's kissing me, more ravenously than ever, and I'm practically sucking on his tongue and clenching as hard as I can around his length, eager to cum with my boyfriend.
Even as we're tied, he's still thrusting hard into me, like the eager Golden he is. My paws are stroking up and down his arms and my legs tighten against him as I ready myself for our impending (and hopefully dual) climaxes. His fist is furiously pumping along my length in time with his thrusts and we're loudly vocalizing our passion. Jamie's ambitiously trying to bury himself as deep as he can inside me and when he squeezes my knot, I'm gasping and whining in such a way that only turns him on even more.
I feel a shift in his movements, and he's uttering the cutest of moans as he floods my insides with jets of his thick, warm juices. At the same time, he's squeezing my knot again, and I'm losing it, moaning deeply into his maw as spurts of my own thick seed shoot out in bursts onto both his stomach, my stomach, and all over his paw.
Our kiss is more passionate and fervid than ever as we ride our climaxes together, and I'm clenching around his cock, delighting in every moan that escapes his muzzle while we hold each other. When our kiss finally concludes, we just lie there panting, our chests heaving with every breath as we trade warm smiles.
It's been a while. But I'm floating on air, again.
"Thank you, Ian," he says in an exhausted, but nonetheless, merry voice.
"For what?" I'm still panting as I smile at him.
He waits until his own panting finally subsides, taking a deep breath before licking my nose. "I could've spent the whole day with my family, at my favourite restaurant, being treated to all the sea food I could asked for. But instead, I'm here, spending the day with you. That's... something I've always wanted to do. This is probably the corniest thing I've ever said, but... spending an entire day in bed with someone, having sex, snuggling, talking, and just... being together... that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard of. And I've always wanted to do that with someone." He smiles widely at me. "So, thank you for giving that to me, Ian. You were so concerned with doing something special for me. Well... nothing is more special than this; spending an entire day in bed, with you."
I think I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. I don't even know what to say to all that. I feel warm inside (figuratively and physically) as he looks at me longingly. His fluffy tail is happily whipping through the air behind him while mine is constantly thumping on the bed. That's probably the best thing he could have ever said to me. Because it is nice, isn't it? Spending the entire day in bed with your boyfriend, having sex, snuggling, talking, whatever, as long as you're just... together. That's the sweetest thing in the world, and I thank whatever that I'm able to do it with Jamie. And on his birthday.
"Besides... " he throws in, "I know you wanted to buy me those issues of Dimension. Don't worry about that, your dad already gave them to me." He snickers.
"My dad...? Really?"
"Well, yeah. I think he got sick of me staring at them every time we go into his shop."
I just chuckle weakly, still wagging.
"It doesn't matter, though, dude." He cups my cheek in that way that I love. "Spending an entire day with you means more to me than some comic or eating out with my family."
I'm on the verge of tearing up at his words and the fact that he's just so happy. Because that's all I want. For him to be happy. I love him so dearly, I can't even describe it. Before I can even get the words out, he puts a finger to my lips, silencing me before giving me another kiss. I sigh contentedly within his muzzle, just elated to be here with him. And tied with him, of course. But most of all... I'm just glad he's happy.
However.
I know how I can make him even happier.
When our muzzles part, I smile up at him, again, before reaching over on my dresser to grab my camera.
"What are you doing?" he asks, giggling.
"Something I should have done a while ago," I say, setting up the necessary functions on the camera before setting it back down, hoping, for the life of me, that it's got us perfectly in the frame.
"Come here, you." I pull him into another kiss. Another sweet one. I'm squeezing around that knotted length inside me and he's happily bucking against me as we moan softly together. When the beeps conclude, accompanied by a clicking sound, we part once again, just wagging and smiling.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." He giggles again, with a happy gleam in his eyes.
"Sure I did. It's fucking hot, dude." I snicker back at him. "Happy birthday, sweetie."
He lets out a soft sigh, rewarding me with the biggest smile I've ever seen on him. "I really love you, Ian."
"Not as much as I love you." I return every bit of that sweet smile and he kisses me once again.
It's truly an amazing feeling. I'm not floating on air, this time, no.
This time, I'm walking on clouds.