Luke: I Wish I Just Hated You
#2 of My Place in Your Life
"Luke: I Wish I Just Hated You"
Part 2 of 'My Place in Your Life'
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters within are copyright (c) 2001-2002 K.M. Hirosaki.
This story is the second part of an ongoing series, but is designed to be readable and enjoyable on its own, though in my opinion, the 'story' aspect of it would be better if you read the preceding installment. As always, feedback can be send to
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I nestled my head down into the pillows as Jasper put one arm around me and stroked between my ears with his other hand. The tall husky snuggled up against my back, and I could feel his sticky, spent cock press up against my back as his erection began to go down. My nostrils twitched a little as I inhaled the scent of sex that was thickly overlaying the air in the room.
Very often, Jasper and I would just lie there after making love with neither of us saying a word for several minutes. This was one of those times. I was content to simply relax and listen to the sounds of him breathing, and the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest as the afterglow slowly took me over. Everything else seemed insignificant when I was in the arms of my lover... or at least, that's how things used to be. Lately, the nagging voice in the back of my brain had been getting louder and louder. And I didn't like what it was trying to tell me.
Jasper prodded me in the back with one of his paws. "You okay, hon?" he asked, and I could hear the concern in his voice. "You're quieter than usual." Apparently, I'd been spacing out as much as I'd thought. The past few times I'd slept with Jasper, I always ended up thinking about the time a few weeks before when we had been joined by Luke, Jasper's other lover--his 'real' lover, as some people might think of him.
I liked to think that Jasper really did love me. I wasn't sure, but I honestly did think it. But at the same time, I couldn't help but think that he loved Luke more, because he'd loved Luke first. Their relationship was still fine, as near as I could tell, and I didn't notice him treating Luke any differently than me. But whenever Luke and I were both around him, there wasn't any kind of 'romantic' tension between any of us. It was like we'd suddenly just become normal friends. Except for that one time...
"Do you..." I started, "Do you know what Luke thinks about... you know, the three of us, last month?" I was too embarrassed to actually say it. Heck, I was still in disbelief that I'd actually done it.
Jasper hummed in thought. "I was wondering which one of you two was going to be the first to bring that up," he said. "It's like you've both been pretending it didn't happen."
My attention was suddenly back on the moment. "Well he hasn't said anything bad about it, then? He doesn't feel like we overstepped the bounds of our friendship or anything?"
"Not that I know," Jasper replied. "Whenever he mentions you, he talks about you the same way he always does. I think he would have said something if he was bothered, though."
I wasn't sure if that made things better or worse. To not have said anything at all almost said volumes of its own. It was like I wasn't even worth mentioning again. What was I supposed to think? That it was okay for one of my best friends to drag me off to bed, have his fun, and never give me a moment's thought after?
Jasper put his other arm down underneath me and rolled me over to face him, then gave me a gentle kiss. "Please, Shon, don't worry about it," he whispered. "I can talk to him if you like or..."
"No, no, you don't need to do that," I replied, shushing him. "I'm sure it's fine. I'm just oversensitive to things, I guess." That was probably true. But I didn't want Jasper to be involved in this on my part. I was especially concerned because I still didn't know what Luke really thought of me, not just because of what we had done together, but more because we were essentially sharing a lover.
I was willing to share. I just didn't know about him.
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Luckily enough, my fears about Luke and how he thought about me didn't plague me constantly. More to the point, I was still able to be around him and treat him like the friend he was. Sexual tension wasn't a thing with me and Luke.
It probably should have been, though; Luke was quite an attractive husky, a few years older than me, but who nonetheless still had a sort of boyish demeanor that flowed through all of his aspects. Some older people would try to emulate that same charm and fail. Luke didn't even have to try. It was just a part of him.
When I spent time with Luke, that part of him made me feel better. He was the same age as Jasper, but to me, it felt like he were my age, instead. If the two of us had met outside of Jasper, I still think we would have become really good friends anyway, and possibly something more. As it was, though, I was always nervous that he only put up with me because Jasper liked me. That was why I'd made the move to spend time with Luke on his own.
Even though, like I've said, Luke and I really clicked, for some reason, I never hung out with just him by himself. It was probably my own subconscious fear that kept that mindset of mine going. So I knew that I had to make an actual effort to to get past that, and in the process, hopefully learn whether or not he and I were actually the 'good friends' that we felt like.
So, over the course of a few weeks, I started finding time to get Luke alone and spend time together. We'd do lunch, take in movies, and the like. And sure enough, there was no 'weirdness' on his part on how he acted toward me, even out of Jasper's view. That was one fear put aside. That left just the one thing that I was neurotically troubled with: what, if anything, had that one night meant to him?
Luke was sitting beside me on my couch; the two of us had just gone out for a light dinner and returned to my apartment to just hang out. The youthful edge he had was ever apparent in the way that he lounged relaxedly. His canine scent was very faint but still always lingering around him, and concentrating on it now was reminding me of what it had been like to be with him. I remember how I'd sucked him off while he did the same to me, all while Jasper fucked me from the edge of the bed.
No sooner had I realized how hard I'd gotten than I felt Luke's paw grope me firmly. My neck and back arched backwards as I let out a rumbling sigh at the unexpected sensation. "And just what has -you- all excited at a time like this?" Luke asked, grinning.
I didn't know how to answer, and for the most part, I didn't care. I just pressed my hips upward so I'd grind gently up into his palm, the length of my cock stretching out the fabric of my pants. And I still had no idea why he had suddenly decided to make a move on me. Luke responded by rubbing his paw slowly along the seam of my crotch as he sidled closer next to me. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was -me- that was getting you all turned on, little wolf."
The 'change' was very noticeable. I had noticed it while in bed with Luke before: when it came to sex, his voice was totally different, almost like he were a different person. I decided to ignore it, though, and just play along with things. "Is it so strange to think I might be attracted to you?" I asked.
Luke leaned in closer, his black and white face brushing up against mine as he licked at the side of my muzzle, his clawed fingertips beginning to pull down my zipper. "Maybe not," he replied quietly as his paw slipped inside my pants, where he grabbed my shaft through my underwear, eliciting another gasp from me. "After all, I remember how good it felt when you sucked me dry that last time."
Hearing Luke talk like that too me was doing a good job of just turning me on even more, and I didn't know why. But I wasn't about to complain, and before I said another word, Luke pulled my boxers out of the way and wrapped his paw around my shaft, pulling it out into the open. The brief touch of the cold air was soon quelled as the rest of his warm-furred hand stroked its way along my length, which was already nice and drippy. "In fact, if I had known you were so good at sucking cock, I would have asked Jasper to let me in on some of the action earlier," Luke continued, his other paw working at undoing his own belt.
I suddenly felt like I was doing something very, very wrong. I didn't know if Jasper would be okay with what Luke and I were about to do. Immediately, I rationalized it to myself by noting that Luke had technically started it. My fingers worked and unbuttoning the top of my pants, and then Luke started to pull them off of me as I removed my shirt. Luke took of his shirt as well, then pressed his bare chest to mine. Our mouths locked in a deep, slow kiss as the husky started to stroke my hard lupine member again.
"So why has a sexy young wolf like yourself been so shy about making a second move on me, huh?" Luke asked, whispering into my ears as he nipped at them with the tips of his teeth. I couldn't respond, not unless you counted my strained upward thrusting as I tried to fuck into his grip. "It felt really good, you know... having you fuck me like that..."
The memory struck me like a flash going off. Jasper's loving eyes had stared down at me while I sucked him off, and I had the same time I had taken Luke from behind. I remembered how much he'd obviously wanted it. And now, I wanted to him to tell me to do it again.
Luke swung his leg over me and sat in my lap, his tail waving back and forth between my legs. He planted one of his paws on my shoulder and unzipped his pants with the other, letting his cock slip out against my belly. He leaned in to kiss me on the nose, causing his shaft to ride up through the fur on my stomach. "I really want to have you inside me again, Shon," he said. "But I know I don't deserve that."
His voice had changed from being dominant to being submissive. But yet he still sat in my lap, grinding his rump down into my crotch. His paws spilled down my sides as he slid down the length of my body, nuzzling his nose down the my chest and stomach. He pressed his tongue into my navel and swirled it around, then brought his muzzle down over my cock, breathing warmly on it.
"I guess I just talk too much," Luke said, barely audible. "You should just--" He paused to let his tongue glance at my tip, "--shut me up, shouldn't you?"
Raw carnal instinct took over common sense, and I raised my hips to bring myself closer to his mouth. But Luke kept himself just out of reach, his eyes fixed down between my legs. He followed up and down with my motions, always staying just a scant few inches away. Finally, out of sheer frustration and pent-up horniness, I put both of my paws on the back of his head and held it down, thrusting up to jam my cock into his muzzle. Luke immediately began to suck away at me, rolling my shaft around the inside of his warm mouth with long, wet strokes of his strong tongue. When I stopped moving, so did he. He turned his eyes up at me and gave me a certain look, and I finally understood what he was getting at.
Taking the hint, I held his head firmly in my hands and let myself buck up and down into his mouth, and he moaned and whimpered in obvious approval. He slathered his tongue all around as my shaft slid back and forth along it, and each second that went by only spurred me on more. I realized in that moment that this was all part of Luke's little game; it didn't matter if he was being dominant or being submissive--what he wanted was to be in control, and to have things go his way. This was what he wanted, and right then and there, I wanted it as much as he did.
I let my self control behind and kept fucking into Luke's muzzle as hard and as fast as I could. And Luke met my pace, sucking and slurping at my cock with a fervor I'd never seen. His cheeks puckered inward with suction, and the saliva oozed around in between my shaft, his tongue, and the walls of his mouth. I wanted to stop, to slow down, to let the feeling last, but I knew Luke had other things in mind. Moaning loudly, I stopped fighting the urge to resist the pleasure that was coursing through my body.
Luke's wet maw made slurping sounds that were bordering on obscene as I took his muzzle, gripping his head just behind the ears. From the way that he was staring to try to bob his head along with my movements, I could tell he wanted me to get off, so I let myself go. Then, just as I started to fire out into his mouth, he tore his head free of my grip and pulled his head back, bolting his eyes shut as I emptied myself out onto his face. My fluids splattered all over his cheeks and muzzle, the white gobs standing out starkly where they landed on the black patches of fur. When the climax finally subsided, the willfully disgraced husky opened his eyes and his mouth spread out into a grin.
"Mmmm... very nice, Shon," he murred out at me. He pulled himself forward and rested his head on my belly, staring up into my eyes, his still-covered face looking very out-of-place for the expression. "I'd ask if that was any good for you, but I think I already know the answer to that," he said, licking his tongue out at the side of his muzzle, slurping a bit of my fluids out of his fur.
I put my hands on Luke's shoulders and pushed him back, slipping down onto the floor between him and the couch. "So now do I get to repay the favor?" I asked wryly, staring him down.
Luke wormed his way back, his hard cock jutting out from the open fly of his jeans. "No, no, no," he said, scooting back further away from me still. "I just need to get your pleasure. I'm beneath you. I don't warrant getting off."
For a second or so, I was confused, until it clicked in my head that this was all part of Luke's little game. He had his role to play, and it was up to me to play along with it. Playfully, I pounced forward, and I succeeded in pinning the husky down on my carpet. I lay down over the length of his body, trapping his shaft between us. Luke squirmed below me, pretending to try to get away, causing him to smear precum through the fur on my underside.
I stuck one of my paws down, dragging my claws up the inside of one of Luke's denim-clad thighs, then wrapped my fingers hard around the base of his shaft, giving it a big squeeze. He closed his eyes and gasped, but did nothing else. He made no effort to move, and was apparently trying to lie perfectly still. I began to stroke my clenched paw along his hard and increasingly slippery shaft, and I could tell that he wasn't going to help me get him off; I was going to have to force it all on my own.
My other paw slipped down inside the opening of Luke's jeans and cupped at his soft-furred balls. A wordless sigh came out from his mouth, and I could feel his tail wagging happily down against the carpet where my bare legs lay stretched out. I rapidly rubbed, stroked, and kneaded his cock, getting him slick and hot as my paw moved up and down faster and faster, causing friction and spreading around his clear fluids. He eyes stayed closed, paws clenched down at his hips. I leaned in and bit down at the crook of his neck, and succeeded in getting a beautifully pathetic whimper from him. He was forced to writhe a little, and I could his sack begin to tense up.
I jerked Luke off at a frantic pace, nibbling and biting every so often, trying to break his concentration so that he'd lose control and go over the edge. I could feel it working bit by bit, but at my current pace, I was going to end up chafing him and making him more sore than I was going to cause pleasure. Unsure of what to try, I squeezed and tugged on his balls as hard as I felt I could without damaging him, and his eyes bolted open in a kind of shock that I knew he appreciated. He yipped loudly, and soon thereafter my quickly-stroking paw ended up getting covered in his sticky juices, with whatever leftover spillage soaking into the fur of our bellies.
Luke was panting, full spent. His chest heaved and fell down again and I rested atop him, and the smile of content that grew on his face made me happy. After lying there a few moments, I rolled off to lie on the floor beside him, taking one of his paws in mine. He turned his head to the side and looked at me with a blank, glassy stare.
"No fair," he mumbled. "You cheated."
I laughed a little. "But you wanted me to win."
"Maybe," he replied. "Maybe not." I returned his cocky, smug smile with a brief tickle to the belly.
For the next minute or so, Luke and I simply lay there, catching out breaths and letting our more conscious thoughts come back to us. And when I could think again, I once more remembered that the man beside me wasn't my lover--he was just Luke, my good friend. And I felt bad about that.
I couldn't let my brain stew over things like I had after the last time we'd been intimate with each other. I sat up and put my hands in my lap. Luke looked up at me curiously and sat up as well. "Is something wrong, hon?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I... don't know," I said. "I mean... this, right here--you and me. Does this mean something? I mean, I know that Jasper and I--"
Luke cut me off. "Wait, wait, wait... hold on," he said, shaking his head. "This isn't about Jasper at all. This is just us."
"I know, but... but what does that mean? What does that make us?"
"What does it make us?" Luke asked, sounded more than a bit confused. "It doesn't make us anything. Not anything we weren't already before." I stared back at him, and he went on. "We're still friends, you know. I hope that's not what you're worried about."
I sighed. "But doesn't--"
"Does it bother me that we can be friends and still have sex? No. And why should it? I really like you, and I -think- you like me and all. What's to keep us from having some fun?"
Part of what Luke said then made a lot of sense. True--the sex -didn't- have to be more than sex. If Luke was okay with that, then I supposed that I could be okay with it, too. I knew I loved Jasper. I liked Luke, but I didn't love him. And he felt the same way. We knew where the lines were between us, and they just happened to allow for a lot of things.
That was when something dawned on me. It was something that should have dawned long before: what exactly did Luke think about me and Jasper? Did he think that Jasper and I were just friends, like the two of us? Had Jasper made it clear exactly how 'close' the two of us were?
Or were we even really that close at all? Was everything I felt for Jasper all one-sided, all just in my head? Suddenly, I wasn't very sure if I could answer that.
And I knew that my doubts would only grow and grow until I learned that answer.