A Night to Remember
A Night to Remember
Terry stares out the window as he drives home from work. Yet another cloudy, wet day in Seattle in the middle of May. Once again winter doesn't seem to be letting up. Shrugging, the Grey Wolf rolls down his window a crack and breaths in the cool, damp air. Small trickles of rain sprays through and lands on the side of his face. At least it's not hot and humid like the southeast. Terry comes to a stop, turns up the radio and taps his fingers to 'Somewhere With You.' He's not a big country fan, but there's something about this song that connects with him. Terry rolls up the window and sings along. Another ten minutes and he should be home, providing traffic isn't bad.
The Grey Wolf pulls into a drive-way, grabs his things and walks into a small two bedroom house. He steps out of his shoes and places them on a little rug. Terry sniffs the air. His boyfriend must be making his favorite dish. He licks his lips. He loves coming home to a delightful smell. The canine enters the kitchen and leans against a wall with a smile, and watches a human do his thing. The Grey Wolf licks the tip of his snout. He's not sure what looks tastier; the meal or the love of his life.
"Hey there cutie," the human tosses a towel over his shoulder and hugs the wolf. He kisses him on the lips. "How'd pushing papers at the office go?"
Terry returns the hug and kiss. "Same as per usual. Sign this, call this, agree to this. Surprise I'm not smoking again."
"I'm glad you quit. Got tired of smelling smoke on your fur and breath at night."
"Got tired of all that myself. So, what's the occasion with all this?"
"I'll inform you. Once you take a bath."
"What. Saying I stink, Scott?" Terry lightly punches his boyfriend. "Get that promotion to head chef yet?"
"Sadly, no. Somebody else did, but they've promoted me to second in command."
"That's too bad. Is this why you're home early?"
"Like I said, I'll tell you once you take a bath."
"All right, all right. I'm going. Geesh, you can be rather pushy for being a furless wonder."
"Hey, somebody's gotta keep you in line," Scott goes back to shaving carrots and potatoes. "By the way, Terry? I bought you some of those oils you like to bathe in."
The Grey Wolf nods and makes his way to their bedroom while unbuttoning his shirt. He tosses his clothes into a laundry basket and walks into the bathroom. Sure enough there are a couple of small bottles on the tub. Terry studies them and smiles. Scott must know something he doesn't. The Grey Wolf fills the tub with warm water and pours a cap full of oil into it. He steps in and sits, turns off the water with his toes and leans back. A long bath is one of several things he needs. Terry inhales the scent and sighs. He'd use the moment to figure out what's so special about today if working at Boeing didn't drain him.
Scott puts in the last of the carrots, potatoes and grated garlic into the pot, and goes to work setting the table. Most nights he wouldn't break out the crystal and fancy silverware, but tonight's a special occasion and he wants it to be memorable. The young man places a couple of candlesticks in the middle of the table and lights them. It adds a nice touch without over doing it. Scott brings out a bottle of white wine and returns to the food.
Terry drains the tub, dries off and brushes his fur the best he can. If Scott wasn't busy he'd ask him to do his back. The Grey Wolf places his brush on his dresser and puts on a pair of nice clothes. He looks into the mirror while holding back a chuckle. It's odd dressing up for a meal they're eating at home, but considering his boyfriend took the time to do something nice, it's the least he can do. Terry files his claws and returns to the kitchen in time to see Scott dishing up. The Grey Wolf looks at the table and smiles warmly. Today must be special if his boyfriend put this much effort into the evening meal.
"Mm, smells good," Terry said, watching Scott pour some wine. "Well, what's the occasion, or am I gonna have to wait a little longer?"
"Nah, I'll tell you once you're sitting."
The wolf takes his seat. "All right, Mr. Chef, what's so special about today?"
"You still don't know?" The human said, sitting at the other end of the table. "For one, it's your thirty-fifth birthday."
"It'll explain the cupcake on my desk. Guess when you get to a certain age you tend to not care anymore. What's the other?"
"Today's our fifth year anniversary."
"Geesh, I can't believe I forgot that."
"I did too until I saw the picture of the first meal I made, which was this right here."
"You do make an excellent pot roast," Terry said, eating some meat and washes it down. "Shouldn't this be our sixth?"
"It should, but I don't consider it as such. We weren't really a couple the first year we knew each other," Scott said. "It wasn't until your thirtieth birthday we became an item."
"I remember now. Funny, you made the same thing back then and gave me the same oils, and I still couldn't remember. I'm sorry for not getting you anything."
"There's always this weekend. Right now let's enjoy the meal and moment."
"I agree with that," the Grey Wolf raises his glass. "Here's to another five years. No, cross that. Here's to our future, wherever it may take us."
"I'll toast to that."
Scott raises his glass and shares a drink with the love of his life. He watches the wolf eat some carrots and smiles. Out of everybody he met throughout the years, Terry is the only one to really appreciate what he makes. If it wasn't for his boyfriend, he wouldn't be where he's at in the chef's world. Scott eats some potatoes. It's nice to make something simple but delicious for the one he loves.
Terry watches his boyfriend out of the top of his eye while eating some carrots. To think people said it would never work between them. Even now friends and family think it's a fluke and their relationship won't last. The Grey Wolf wipes his lips. It's been five years and things between them are still going strong, and every day their love and respect for each other grows stronger. They do a pretty damn good job of doing things the other enjoy without going overboard, and give each other space when they need it. Terry doesn't see them breaking up anytime soon.
The Grey Wolf helps Scott clear the table and clean the dishes. Once everything's put away, the canine follows the human to their room and shuts the door. He licks his lips sexually when his lover closes the blinds. The night just seems right for making love. Terry forces his boyfriend to sit on the foot of their bed, and takes off his clothes right in front of him. He steps out of his pants and kneels on top of Scott's lap. He looks down and grins sexually, and licks his lips. He's ready for a goodnight's rest, but he has enough energy to do this one thing.
Terry helps Scott out of his clothes, and joins him under the covers. They embrace each other and make out. Bare fur and skin rub against each other. The Grey Wolf pulls away, licks his boyfriend's face and sighs happily. It's the perfect way to end a perfect evening. The canine slides a hand down to the human's ass, and pushes him closer. Tonight he'll do things the way Scott loves it: nice and slow. It's the least he can do. Of course it doesn't mean the rules will change. Scott may be the dominate one in their kitchen, but that title belongs to Terry when it comes to their room, and tonight is no exception.
Terry wraps his leg around Scott, and coaxes him onto his belly. The Grey Wolf takes his time rolling on top. He doesn't bother to rub lubricant on his erection. He nibbles the side of his boyfriend's face while entering his body. The human's moan is music to his ears. Terry places both hands beside his boyfriend's head and thrusts his hips. Pre-cum makes the tight hole slicker every time he slides it back in.
Scott slides his hands under Terry's and grasps them. He has no problem being submissive to the Grey Wolf whenever they make love, or allow him to use his favorite bondage gear, providing he doesn't become too violent. Something he knows his boyfriend will never do. The canine knows his limits, and has yet to cross the line. The human moans loudly as the canine hits the spot. The Grey Wolf always seems to hit the correct combination at the right time. The warmth coming off of the canine's fur and breath adds to the moment.
The Grey Wolf arches his back while keeping things calm, and continues to do his thing. His dick pulses. He doesn't care if it might ruin the moment; he needs to do things a little faster. Terry lowers his arch and increases his speed. His boyfriend's moans become louder. Shame they didn't take off the covers. The wolf loves to stick his tail in the air whenever they make love, whether it's calm or rough. He goes in deep, throws back his head and howls weakly as he climaxes. The Grey Wolf lowers his head and pants heavily as he releases more seed into his boyfriend.
The human shivers as the wolf's warm breath brushes across his face while cum rushes into his body. No wonder he loves having Terry dominate him in bed. Shame he didn't turn a load into dessert. Scott smiles lazily as the Grey Wolf releases more cum into his body. Not bad considering Terry didn't put out as much as he usually does. Working fifteen hour shifts must be wearing him out. A chill runs up his spine at how slow the wolf pulls out and smiles as he slides off of him. Scott doesn't protest at how hard Terry pushes his body against his. The human rubs his face against the canine's fur and inhales.
"I love you."
Terry smiles and kisses his boyfriend's head. Moments like this remind him on why he loves Scott so much. Once he's done working overtime and catches up on some sleep, he'll do more. At least his boyfriend doesn't tease him when he doesn't put out as much as he usually does. The Grey Wolf tightens his grip and yawns. Nights like this make it difficult to wake up in the morning.