An Encounter of The Guy Kind: Part 2
Part 2...
** Part 2 of ?**
If you haven't noticed, I like the name Tucker. I'd just like to interject that in my little world, there are sentient and non sentient animals. So, you can still have yummy feral bacon while chatting with your boar or maybe pig friend. Although, whether they wanna be in the same room is dependent on the friend.
I've also managed to format my work in OpenOffice, lets hope it looks better than editing it in this flashy/java/CSS thing we use to upload stuff.
The morning was quiet. Clouds having drifted over the sleeping town while I was out. I came back to the living slowly, eyes encrusted with sleep and body aching from my previous endeavors. The bed was warm and comfortable, that special kind of comfort that made it difficult to get up. I looked around at the soft gray room. It was nearly empty said for this green bed, a painting of a clown, nightstand that held a clock and lamp, and a wooden dresser.
I rolled, not liking how scrunched my tail was under me. The movement triggering every muscle in my small frame to scream in agony.
"O-Oh, god," I whimpered as I froze, half on my side and half laying on my back. I forced myself to go over fully, cringing and taking my breaths in shallow gasps.
It took some time before I got out of bed, luckily I could sorta stand, but I relied heavily on the walls and other fixtures as I made my way out of the quiet house. I was startled slightly when I heard clanking and then the sound of something hissing on the stove-top ahead of me in the kitchen. I crept around the corner of the large doorway that connected the kitchen to the hall.
"H-hello?" I called before actually seeing the large cheetah working at cooking something that smelled like feral bacon. He turned, but it wasn't Tucker. I looked around a little confused.
"Oh, good morning, ah... Jake?" He asked.
"I-it's James. Who're you?" I asked leaning on the wooden frame of the door frame.
"Oh, right, James! Sorry, never been good with names you see. I'm Herald, my son brought you home late last night, said you two were friends," he said smiling before turning to flip some bacon.
"Yeah, that's, uh, me. Where is Tucker?"
"Oh, he's probably still sleeping in his room. Usually sleeps in really late on Saturday mornings," he commented. He turned, walking over to me and giving me a piece of bacon. "Taste good?" He asked. It looked brown and crispy the way I liked my bacon. I took it and crunched it.
"Mmm, it's really good, Sir," I commented between bits of bacon.
"Alright, good, you go wake Tucker, need to get some food in that kid or he'll wither away." He turned around and went back to his stove and started pouring pre-mixed egg yolks for what I assumed was scrambled eggs.
I nodded and turned slowly, making my way to the end of the hall where the stairs led up to the second floor and went to the right where posters of sexy football players adorned a door. I knocked softly, then opened it. He was definitly still asleep as I slowly shuffled across the room and sat on his bed heavily. I breathed, looking over at him.
His mouth hung open slightly, a light inhale and exhale audible in the quiet room.
"Tucker, wake up, breakfast and stuff." I said somewhat quietly. He just sniffed a little and rolled over, his stomach now pressed against my back as he lay there under his black patterned blankets. I lifted a paw and shook his shoulder, but he only mumbled something about sleep and curled in on me, his arms laying on my lap as his thighs pressed against my side.
"U-uh, come on, Tucker, get up," I grumbled as I pushed him harder, but winced as my arm protested. He opened his eyes, twin black and dilated pupils glancing up at me. He closed them again, curling in on me more, then pushing me down with him and pulling me close like a teddy-bear. I whimpered, the movement making some of my muscles stab me with pain.
"Morning," he whispered after a little time passed, our bodies making the blankets between us warm. His left paw playing with my chest softly as he lay there crotch to ass.
"M-morning," I answered just as quietly. His claws poking and teasing me through my thin t-shirt. I felt my stomach tingle as his crotch suddenly poked me. "B-breakfast," I reminded him as I lay there in his arms like an obedient puppy.
"What's the other stuff?" His voice filled with morning lust.
"H-hugs," I replied, my paw wrapping around his. I hoped he wouldn't do anything, I was probably crusty and... I didn't want to think about it.
"Mmm, sounds good," he grumbled, his breath warm on my neck. His arm squeezing me tighter to his morning wood. I couldn't help but feel secure, wanted, almost loved, but I wasn't sure if I was just a slave monkey for him and his buddies.
My mind was drifting when I heard a light knock on the door, I tried to jump up, not wanting to be caught by whoever was at the door, but I was held down, the cheetah growling so low that I almost didn't hear him.
"You guys gonna eat or not?" He asked, not opening the door.
"Soon," Tucker grumbled behind me.
"Alright, but what are you guys doing being so quiet?"
"Cuddling," he said blatantly. I blushed and felt a little fear, thinking he'd open the door and confront us like my own father would. There was only silence a moment before he spoke through the crack.
"Well, lock the door next time. I don't want your sister to see that," he said, a strange tone to his voice.
"Not doing anything that's bad, Dad."
"Alright, alright, just reminding you." He was quiet, but soon I realized he had left. Tucker snuggled close, his strong arm and body against mine. Then I heard a low rumble. I thought he was growling until it made a familiar squelch that only a stomach could produce.
"Ugg, guess we should go eat," he whispered as he slowly got up. I layed on my back and looked up as he looked back down at me. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, just hurt right now is all," I replied as his amber eyes watched me. His paw was suddenly on me, down my stomach, making me shiver from the pleasurable tickle as those strong digits ran down my crotch, then thigh, and back up to my chest.
"I'll give you a nice massage later if you want, but lets go eat, okay, James?" He asked softly, his eyes seeming so kind and loving that I could only nod, my mind screaming for him to kiss me, take me there, but vanished when he went over me and out of his blankets in nothing but his boxer-briefs. I was a little disappointed when he never turned around and got dressed. By the time he did there was nothing to see.
He came over, offering me a paw so I could actually get up. He literally helped me all the way into the kitchen, my arm over his shoulders as he kept me stable till be got to my chair where I sat down.
"Thanks, Tucker," I said as I sat back in my chair, his father walking towards us with bacon and eggs on a plate. "Foood," I said with a hungry grin."
"Where?" Herald asked playfully before setting the dish in front of me. "I'll get your fork in a moment, here you are, Tuck." He placed his sons plate down before turning to get a fork.
"So, where's Mom and Sis?" Tucker asked as he grabbed a piece of bacon that was poking out of the bacon omelet.
"Oh, they both went on a mother daughter thing at the mall. Said she needed a new bra or something. I of course elected to make you guys breakfast because I knew you two would be ravished by the time you woke."
"Suuure," Tucker said unconvinced.
"No! Really, I swear," he said in an almost convincing voice before sitting down with forks and his own food. I took my fork as it was passed to me, it was great, better than I could ever do.
"Man, this is good," I complemented.
"Yep, and no artificial preservative, salt, or any of that other crap you kids eat."
"Ew, guess I'm done, then," Tucker said with a mouth full of food, his fork ready to stuff more in.
"Oh, hah," Herald replied as he ate. We were quiet as we ate, Tucker and his father talking about certain matters that I wasn't involved with. This went on for the duration of the meal. The only question that was asked of me was my age. I told him I was eighteen and he nodded. A little relief in his face as he got up to put his dish away.
Tucker and I finished about the same time. My plate nearly licked clean when it was taken by him. "I got it, man," he said pulling it out from in front of me and heading to the sink where his father stood. I sat back down, not knowing what to do. I looked around the kitchen, pretty normal stuff. Although the Cat Clock was of another time I wasn't familiar with. It's slitted eyes looking back and forth. Then I noticed they were whispering, oddly to quiet for me to hear. It sounded confidential though, so I tried not to listen as I sat there.
"So, James, what grade you in?" Herald suddenly asked. I looked over seeing Tucker heading towards the living room or at least I think it was. Herald leaned against the counter-top, his arms folded.
"Oh, I'm a Junior."
"Ah, and you met the, ah, football players last night?"
"Uh, y-yeah, why?" I asked, a little confused, but figured Tucker just told him the basics.
"Like em?"
"Well, uh, kinda, just said high and... played a game or two." I felt a little lost, not knowing what to say that wouldn't sound suspicious.
"Yeah, I can tell. You look like they ran you to the ground. They don't know how to play nice and just have fun sometimes."
I nodded at his remark, going along with playing sports. "Yeah, they throw pretty hard."
"Yeah, but I hear you were a pretty good catcher, right?" His smile was oddly catching.
"Heh, yeah, I suppose that's true, they didn't complain about my skill or anything," I said, emulating his smile.
Tucker came in then, looking at me. "Hey, man, you gonna hang with me or this old fart?" He asked with a glance at his father.
"Why not both?" Herald suggested smiling.
"At the same time?" Tucker asked, like it was a crazy idea.
"Oh, come on, we used to hang out all the time till you found others your own age, 'Dude.'"
"Yeah, but, y'know..." He looked a little embarrassed before he lifted me out of my chair. "Maybe another time, dad. I want him to myself for now. We did just meet yesterday."
"Yeah, but you've probably been stalking him for the last two weeks that he's been here," he retorted with a laugh.
"Shut-up, dad," he said in annoyance as he rushed me down the hall and to the football door, his father laughing softly behind us.
We entered his room quickly and he shut the door. I stood there in the middle looking around as I heard him lock it. It smelled like weed or maybe it was just incense. He passed me and plopped on his bed where a PS2 controller sat. I looked left and saw an ancient CRT sitting next to a contrastingly new LCD. I saw he was a bit of a collector of old and new console hardware.
"Like it?" He asked, noticing me admire his collection.
"Yeah, lot of memories from some of them."
"Nice, you actually like them. A few of the others just think they're boring and to hard, but they're definitely not boring, some are pretty hard, though."
"Yeah, definitely, harder," I agreed before sitting next to his spotted self.
"You like my dad?" He asked after finishing a mission on GTA.
"Yeah, he seems pretty laid back, same as you."
"Yeah, he likes you, too. Usually he just ignores all the guys I bring over." I blushed, sure I knew what he meant, but at the same time I wasn't sure.
"Oh, I thought he knew your other friends pretty well, seemed to know them pretty well."
"No, no, not like that. You know, like you. You're not like them."
"I don't follow..." I replied as I watched his guy died.
"Just look," he asked, his voice directed at me. I looked, but was met with his lips, my ears twitched making a little noise as my mind went fuzzy.
He tasted like he smelled, only stronger with a hint of bacon. I felt all melted as he wrapped his strong arms around me, bringing me closer, our kiss taking on a life of it's own as I started kissing him back hungrily. He seemed a little surprised, but pleased as I kissed him like a lover, a very out of character thing for me, but something about him...
We parted, a string of saliva jointing us for a moment before it broke and landed on our chins. "W-what was that for?" I said dreamily as I looked into his eyes, his arms still wrapped around my shoulders, my muscle pain nearly forgotten.
"I need a reason to kiss you?" He replied with a small smile, his whiskers looking kinda cute as he did. I thought a moment, then shrugged. A thought went through my mind soon after.
"Wait, your dad doesn't like guys like me... so that means, that I'm..." I blushed, the thought so bizarre and seemingly unrealistic to me.
"My boyfriend," he finished. A strange look in his eyes, almost loving, but maybe more.
"But... how can we just be together. After what I just did, with those... your friends." He just shrugged, not giving me much of an answer before licking my lips softly, the touch making me open again to meet his welcoming lips.