A Slippery Catch
A Slippery Catch by Rahne Kallon
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They should have picked me.
That was the nagging thought that constantly loomed over Devon's head as he floated about in the swimming pool. He was still distraught about not being picked to be on the university's swim team a couple days ago. One might even say that the otter was a little bitter. He was a good swimmer--a great swimmer; everyone knew of his swimming capabilities, and he was consistently praised for them. So why wasn't he picked? With his skills, prowess and endurance, one would have been crazy not to pick him.
Lakeshore University's upcoming competition against Trudan Fare's swim team was in just two weeks, and most of the swimmers for Lakeshore were competent enough; some of them were truly amazing. If they were to have any real chance of winning, though, they needed Devon, especially if they were going up against the powerhouse team from Vancouver's Trudan Fare University. Devon had seen that team in action before, and they were a certainly a force to be reckoned with. Lakeshore's current lineup could put up a good match, but probably not enough to actually win. At least, that's how Devon felt.
He constantly racked his brain to try and figure out why or how this whole thing could have happened. He knew this wasn't a dream or some crazy delusion, nothing like that. But, try as he might, no suitable justification came to mind. That just made him all the more frustrated.
One swimmer who did make it was Kemen Wurston, which probably surprised no one, especially not Devon. Out of all the otters, he was almost guaranteed to make it. Devon was happy for his fellow otter, and even congratulated him afterward, but that didn't change how he felt about not being picked himself.
"I still say you deserve to be on this team." Kemen's voice and words echoed in his head, and Devon felt vindicated by the other otter's support, but it still didn't help much.
Devon finally ceased his monotonous floating and swam over to one of the pool walls. He was just about to hop out of the pool, but stopped the moment he saw Nathan Ampton, the swim team's captain, walking past the pool area with a cheetah and a striped hyena beside him. Just seeing the other otter increased Devon's frustration tenfold, and he slumped back into water; he knew he wasn't going to feel better about this anytime soon. In fact, that's why he was in the pool, now. It was the best way for him to cool off and collect his thoughts. After all, swimming was the one thing he loved above all else; it was his passion, what he lived for.
It was understandable that he'd be upset about not being picked, given that he worked so hard to get where he was. He felt like staying in the pool for a little while longer, but he'd already been in for a couple hours, and he hadn't felt any better since.
"Might as well just get out," he muttered to himself as he hugged the wall once more before climbing out of the water and vigorously shaking his body. After that much time spent in the chlorine-filled pool, he felt a shower was definitely in order. It'd get his fur clean, if nothing else.
With that, he immediately picked up his towel, lightly dabbing it over various parts of his body as he made his way to the showers.
He nonchalantly threw the towel over the nearest rack before stepping under a shower head and turning on the water to satisfactory temperatures. His light blue eyes fell shut as a steady stream of soothing warmth poured over his body. It was a nice pleasantry in contrast to hanging in the pool for a couple hours, much as he loved swimming.
Since no one else was around, he figured he might as well clean his entire body while he was at it, so he removed his swim trunks, throwing them toward the same rack his towel occupied. He then grabbed the vanilla-scented shampoo and squeezed some into his paws. He adored that scent. As he lathered his fur with the enticing substance, he finally managed to put his mind somewhat at ease.
His mind eventually shifted back to Nathan. Although he was upset with the other otter's decision, Devon's feelings toward him didn't change. His crush on the captain remained strong and endured. And not only did he like him, but he also looked up to him. The older otter was regarded as the best swimmer in the school, and being captain of the swim team proved and validated that well enough. And that was why it also hurt all the more that Nathan didn't pick him. Devon often day-dreamed about the two of them swimming together, and whether just for fun or for competition, the mere thought was always lovely. To participate in and share his biggest passion with the person he liked and idolized the most would have been beyond wonderful.
Unfortunately, their schedules very rarely intertwined, and the times that they did, Nathan was almost always busy with something else; busy enough to make Devon think the captain had little time for him. Part of him wanted to laugh at such an absurdity, but another part of him--the practical part of him--figured it was probably true. Nathan rarely ever seemed to notice him, and when he did, he didn't say much. It was always more of a passing greeting.
Was that why he didn't pick him?
Devon had seen Nathan swim many times, though, and it was during those times, especially, that he looked phenomenally gorgeous. Devon admittedly had trust issues with many otters, due to their natural playfulness, which he assumed was indicative of his species, but Nathan was a special case; he was sweet, mature, and the way his fur and black hair glistened when wet always gave Devon an instant hard-on--which wasn't the most humbling thing to have when wearing swim trunks.
He'd often fantasized about Nathan, too. Naturally. A particularly fun fantasy was the two of them naked in a hot tub, Nathan embracing Devon from behind, and tenderly stroking along his hard, wet shaft.
That particular fantasy always had a profound effect on Devon, and to no surprise, he found himself with a hearty erection right there in the shower. Of all times, he was glad to be alone right now in that public shower.
As the water washed away the rest of the shampoo from his fur, he placed a paw on the wall in front of him, bracing himself against it. His other paw then took hold of his shaft, giving it a firm squeeze, which spurred a quiet moan from his lips. His eyes still closed, he imagined Nathan behind him: a row of wet claws gently gliding down the side of Devon's body while another paw pumped along his length. Slowly. Tenderly. Firmly. Giving the occasional squeeze, keeping Devon under his sensual mercy, all while grinding his own member under the younger otter's tail. Not penetrating him, but just grinding and pressing enough to make him squirm and almost beg for it. Add to that the odd lick and nibble of Devon's ear, and the younger otter was almost coming right then and there.
His moans were loud enough that he managed to break himself out the fantasy, as well as hold his orgasm off. It was close, though; he was leaking precum like a fire-hose.
"Aren't you gonna finish?" someone called out behind him. The mere infliction in those words immediately told Devon who it was.
"Ewan?" He asked, turning around and blushing as he panted. He was more embarrassed than he wanted to admit.
"Why'd you stop?" The blond haired otter grinned.
"I...uh..." Devon honestly didn't know what to say. He was just caught masturbating in the shower by someone on the swim team. And the worst part of it was Ewan was naked, too. Almost like he was planning something.
"Anyone ever tell you how incredibly sexy you sound when you moan, Devon?" Ewan was still grinning, but now he was walking toward Devon.
"...No..." was all Devon could muster up, trying to get over his shock. The compliment did help, if nothing else. "What are you doing here? I thought everyone left."
"It's not that late, dude. Besides, I was sure I'd find you here."
"You were looking for me?"
The other otter nodded as he nonchalantly walked under the running shower head, casually scooting Devon to the side and hogging the water for himself. Ewan always did things like that: so casual about things and even slightly full of himself. It didn't bother Devon too much, though; he was used to the otter's usual antics. Admittedly, Ewan was rather sexy in his own right, especially when wet, but just like Kemen...he wasn't Nathan. At all.
"You're still pretty sore about not getting on the team, aren't ya?" he remarked, running his paws through his slick, blonde hair.
"You have no idea..." Devon replied, still wondering what Ewan was up to.
"That's where you're wrong. I do." The otter turned to face Devon with a smile. "How about I make you a deal?"
"A deal?" Devon put on his guard, now. Ewan was a crafty bastard, and had a way of getting to people when he wanted to. It wasn't the same annoying playfulness that plagued the species, but it was still enough to make Devon a bit cautious. Conversely, Ewan could also be very helpful and generous. As long as he still got something out of it. "What deal?"
"I know how much it means to you to be on the team, and I also know how much you like Nathan."
Devon immediately got defensive. "How the hell do you know that?"
Ewan's tail swayed like a canine's and a wide grin fell upon his muzzle. "It's obvious from the way you look at him, dude. Especially when he's swimming."
That shut Devon right up. There was no way he could argue that and he knew Ewan was right.
"So. I know a way you can get yourself onto the team."
"How?" Devon's reply came quickly. He was understandably anxious; if there was any way for him to get on the team, he wanted to hear it.
"I'm dropping out."
"What?!" Devon yelled out louder than he'd intended. "Why...would you do that?"
"Because," Ewan said, gesturing confidently. "You're a better swimmer than me. Let's face it, if we want any chance of beating Trudan Fare, we need you on that team, no question," Ewan said, matter-of-factly. "I'd love to compete, but I'd rather see us win with me off the team than see us lose with me on the team."
Devon arched a brow. "Anything else in it for you?"
Ewan grinned again. One of those crafty I'm-getting-what-I-want grins.
"I get you. For a week."
"...What the hell does that mean?"
The blond otter snickered. "You. Me. For a week. Starting right here. Right now."
"You're fucking kidding!" Devon yelled out, again. He actually intended it this time.
"Not at all," Ewan said, shaking his head. "I'm serious. You're an amazing swimmer, Devon. No one's disputing that. I want Lakeshore to win as much as anybody else, and with you on the team, they will." He nodded solemnly. "But that doesn't mean I can't be rewarded for my... help, right?" He winked, running a finger down Devon's wet cheek.
Devon instinctively wanted to brush Ewan's paw away and just walk out of the shower, but he knew the fellow mustelid was right yet again. It could be the only other chance to get a spot on the team at all, and with how badly Devon wanted to represent his school, this was one opportunity didn't want pass up. If he did, he knew he'd regret it later. He realized all that pretty quickly.
Previously romping with Kemen was fun, just harmless fun between two swimmers, shooting for the same thing, and Devon wasn't coerced into some kind of deal where sex was the answer to getting what mattered the most to him. Sex was supposed to be fun, but being goaded like this gave him the opposite feeling. Even so, as much as he hated the idea...he'd do it if he had to.
There was no point in putting up a fight with this one. How could he? He had to take this, and again, he'd hate himself if he didn't. His lack of further resistance said it all as he lowered his head.
Ewan stroked along Devon's muzzle and lifted his head back up. "I think you agree."
Devon averted his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking back at Ewan. "...Yeah."
"Well, then," the otter said, "Looks like we're both getting what we want."
Devon just nodded, taking another deep breath. It's not such a bad thing, he thought, or at least, tried to convince himself. If he was going to have sex, he might as well try to enjoy it, for what it was worth. Ewan was still hot, probably moreso than Kemen. Devon wanted to smile, but found even that to be a little difficult.
Ewan took the otter by the hips, embracing him with one paw along the waist while the other paw settled along his shoulder. "How about a kiss?"
Devon didn't protest. He obligingly placed his paws along Ewan's shoulders, embracing him as their muzzles met in a full on kiss. Their tongues quickly entwined and a joyous moan erupted within Ewan's throat.
Despite his reluctance, Devon couldn't deny how amazing those paws felt on his lithe body. He always loved the feeling of another person embracing him, kissing him, holding him. Both of their tails swayed or thrashed around whilst Devon's paws drifted respectively to Ewan's waist and the back of his head, keeping their muzzles locked with one another. As he felt his counterpart's claws glide ever so smoothly through his slick fur, he gasped in pleasure, arching his back into those skillful paws. That was one thing he couldn't resist; it drove him wild having someone run their claws through his fur, and when Ewan fulfilled a specific part of his fantasy, Devon was all too happy to indulge in it.
They soon found themselves against the wall, now grinding their throbbing erections against one another, which had Ewan moaning with glee as he continued to work his way through Devon's fur.
By now, their members were dancing together, equally aching and begging for stimulation, and the running water drowned out most of their moans and gasps until their kiss finally broke. Devon then turned Ewan around against the wall, now with the otter's back to him. He quickly used his precum to lubricate his length, hoping he could get himself at least a little slick before the water could wash it all away.
"Gonna be rough, Devy?" Ewan grinned, merrily swaying his tail. He was definitely taunting him and even tempting fate by saying 'Devy'. He knew Devon hated that.
"You have no idea," Devon tersely replied before shoving his shaft into Ewan's eagerly awaiting rump, causing the other otter to scream aloud in both pain and pleasure. Ewan quickly braced himself against the shower wall, paws flat against the cool surface as he leaned his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. His tail thrashed around again before it entwined Devon's own tail, and he quickly tried to adjust to the thick hardness thrumming inside him. Devon didn't give him much chance. He immediately drove himself hard into Ewan's body, making sure to fully hilt himself with every thrust. You wanted this, Ewan, he thought. Despite--and perhaps because--of the dirtiness he still felt about doing this, he found it both pleasurable and gratifying to see the blond otter squirming against the wall.
"Didn't know you were this tight..." Devon said in between moans, marveling at the aforementioned tightness and warmth grabbing at his cock like a velvet glove as his paws settled right under Ewan's on the tile wall, bracing himself even more. He made sure Ewan felt every inch of his length as he ravaged that slick, wet body. The added roughness was of course somewhat out of spite for being goaded into this, but he knew the otter wouldn't be sore about it. At least not in that sense.
"I knew you'd love it," the blond otter replied, moaning with Devon as their bodies constantly smacked together. The aggressiveness came at no surprise, and Ewan expected it, especially with all the taunting. Those thrusts were hard and fast, and there wasn't much time to relax in between them; Devon assaulted Ewan's rear like his life depended on it. The straddled otter clenched hard around that thickness each time their hips became flush with each other, and when Devon started pinning his prostate, his moans grew loud enough to rock the entire shower room. The water constantly running over their bodies made the sex that much more enticing, and Ewan was constantly leaking precum on the wall.
Devon reached his head around and brought his muzzle to Ewan's in another kiss. Overcome with lust, their tongues quickly descended into another dance of symphonic fire. It was made all the more aggressive as Devon shifted the tempo of his thrusts, bucking slower, but much harder and deeper. His eyes remained closed and his claws scraped against the tile walls as he felt his climax growing closer until he buried himself as hard and as deep as he could inside Ewan's rump. They moaned loudly in unison, tongues wetly slathering over each other as Devon flooded the otter's entrance with wet, sticky seed. At the same time, Ewan's own juices splashed all over the wall, disfiguring the tile pattern.
Devon stood, contentedly hilted inside his counterpart, panting softly as they kissed. Their kiss toned down, though, and instead of the tongue-slathering battle royal, Devon kissed him in a more sensual manner. He knew Ewan well enough to know how much he loved kissing, so he tried to please him as much as he could in that regard. His paws left the tile wall, giving him the opportunity to explore that beautifully soaked fur. All the while, Ewan was sighing happily, which admittedly made Devon want to chuckle.
Once their kiss broke again, Devon rested his head against Ewan's shoulder, waiting for his panting to subside while basking in their afterglow. He still wasn't jubilant about the idea of using his body to get what he wanted (we're not talking about swimming here), and he still had his objections about it; it was kind of shallow. On the other hand...it was still enjoyable. Obviously. Having sex in the shower was another one of Devon's fantasies, so, it wasn't all bad. If he had to be goaded into doing this with anyone, it might as well have been with Ewan. He tried to convince himself of the bright side again. It was worth going along with it and pleasing the other otter to satisfaction, adding little things as well like the little licks along his body, running his claws through Ewan's fur, and all that kissing. Devon wanted to make sure the otter was satisfied, but somehow make it enjoyable for himself as well.
"Goddamn..." Ewan breathed out in his own afterglow, "I didn't know you had it in you, Devon."
"It's worth it," Devon said, running his tongue along Ewan's soaked cheek. "Was that good enough?"
Ewan smiled and chuckled happily. "Fucking amazing. I hope it's this good for the rest of the week."
"The rest of the week..." Devon sighed, finally pulling out of Ewan's rear and seating himself down at the bottom of the wall.
"Don't worry, you've got your spot," Ewan said, following suit and seating himself in Devon's lap, face to face with him now, and idly jerking their still hard cocks together.
Hearing that caused Devon to put on the first smile he'd given in a long while despite his tiny moans. "Thanks a lot, Ewan." He wasn't exactly sure how much of that 'thank you' was genuine, but it felt appropriate to say, nonetheless. Besides, the sex and afterglow was so good, it left him too mellow to feel as upset as he did before. It also felt appropriate to place his paws along Ewan's waist, too, being that his counterpart was happily jerking their cocks.
"No problem. I'll tell Nathan I'm off the team and throw your name to him."
"You really think he'll ask me this time?"
"He has to. There aren't too many other people who'd be much of an alternative. And with me tossing your name, he'll have even more pressure to do so."
"Mmm..."
"He'll ask you. Just give it a couple days." Ewan smiled. "In the meantime...how about we go again?"
"Don't even get a break? Now you're just milking me..." Devon rolled his eyes, despite the faint smile on his face.
Ewan grinned. "Sorry, horniness doesn't wash away just because you're in a shower," he said, shifting to grind his rump over the tip of Devon's cock before sliding himself all the way down its length, causing both otters to moan slightly.
"If we're gonna do this...you have to know when to give me a break..." Devon managed between breaths, keeping a firm hold on Ewan's hips as he slammed himself into the straddling otter.
"Fine," Ewan said breathlessly while his paws settled onto the wall in front of him. "For now, just shut up and kiss me." He forced his muzzle against Devon's in another hungry kiss, both of them moaning deeply as he rode his fellow otter.
Waiting 'a couple days' was the last thing Devon wanted to do, but he did so, begrudgingly.
As those countless hours passed by, he spent every moment mulling over exactly what he'd say to Nathan when the time came. Would he be assertive and make the captain beg for his help, perhaps as some form of retribution for not picking him in the first place? Or would he just be happy and enthused that Nathan asked him this time around?
"We need you." That would have been great to hear from the older otter.
"I need you." That would have been even better.
Or even "I need you. I want you," right before Nathan pulled him into a kiss. The fantasy played over in Devon's head several times as he relaxed in the hot tub. It was amazing.
"Hey, Devon. Have you got a minute?" an all-too-familiar voice asked, pulling Devon out of his fantasy. He opened his eyes to find Nathan standing right behind him.
Devon had to pause for a second. Here Nathan was, right next to him, asking for his time. Finally. It was about to happen.
"Sure," he said, to which the other otter nodded and joined him in the tub.
This is it. What the hell do I say? Devon thought, still caught between the option of being a complete prick and making Nathan beg for his help, and the other option of enthusiastically jumping on board with him.
"How's your night going?" Nathan asked as he settled calmly amongst the warm water.
"Just fine," Devon replied.
"That's good." The older otter nodded. "If you have a moment, I'd like to ask..." He paused.
"Yes?" Devon leaned forward, intently.
"Someone on the swim team dropped out recently, so we have a spot to fill."
"Uh huh."
"We need someone, and I was wondering if you wanted to fill that spot."
Devon just leaned back against the wall of the tub.
"What do you say, Devon?"
"How come you didn't pick me the first time around, Nathan?" the younger otter asked, almost bitterly.
"I figured you'd ask that..."
"What?"
"I knew you'd be sore about that."
"So why didn't you pick me? I'm one of the best swimmers in the entire school. You had to have known you couldn't beat a team like Trudan Fare without me."
"I do. And that's exactly why I didn't pick you."
"...What?" Devon was taken aback.
"The problem is that you are such a good swimmer, Devon, and we'd almost certainly win with you on the team. But that's all you're concerned about. You just want to win, and that's it. See, my number one priority isn't winning, Devon. It's having fun. Lakeshore is all about having a good time; it's about giving the new kids a chance to shine and show people what they're made of, but most importantly, have fun while doing so."
Devon was speechless. He honestly didn't know what to do or say in response to any of that.
"Believe me, I've seen just about every swimmer here, and you are an amazing swimmer. I wish I could've swam like that three years ago. But I also know how much winning means to you, and with you being as good as you are, I didn't really want that for my team."
This was certainly a mixed bag. On one hand, Devon was happier than ever to have Nathan--his idol and the object of his affection and fantasies--praising his skills as a swimmer. He'd always wanted to hear that. But, on the other hand, hearing the same guy more or less criticize his passion for winning...hurt. Devon just lowered his head as an air of shame triumphed over what joy he was able to take.
"...So why are you even asking me, now?"
Nathan waded across the tub, reaching a paw out to lightly ruffle Devon's wet, semi-spiky hair. "Because now, I had an opportunity to bring my concerns to your attention. And I hoped...that with this discussion, you might become a little less concerned with winning, and just be able to, you know, have fun. If you can do that, then I'd love to have you on the team."
Devon took a deep breath, finally looking back up at Nathan. A soft smile stood across the elder otter's face, almost as if he truly empathized with Devon's feelings. Perhaps he did. And the way he ruffled Devon's hair helped put the younger otter at ease. Soon enough, Devon gave a smile of his own, with a solemn nod."Alright. I can do that."
"Fantastic." Nathan's smile widened.
"Thanks a lot, Nathan." Devon patted the other otter's shoulder.
"Absolutely. I think we'll have a great time together." The captain ruffled his hair again, chuckling.
You have no idea, Devon thought. Here he finally was, closer to Nathan than ever. Sex with Kemen and Ewan was one thing, but neither one of them was the otter that Devon really wanted to be with. Here was a chance to finally do something he'd wanted to do for a long time, and despite the possible repercussions, he decided to take a leap of faith. With that, he brought a paw to the back of Nathan's head, pulling him into a deep kiss, much to the the older otter's surprise. His tongue and moist insides tasted incredible, warm and succulent. When their muzzles finally parted, Devon uttered a small sigh, smiling like an idiot.
"What...was that for?" Nathan asked, very taken aback, but retaining a mild smile, if anything.
"Something that just... needed to be done, finally," Devon said as he brought his other paw around Nathan's waist, embracing him. He must have been a real fool to even try such a thing with Nathan, especially having no idea whether the otter even liked him or how he'd react.
"Was... there something you were hoping for?" Nathan mildly reciprocated the younger otter's affection, wrapping his own arms around Devon's neck.
Devon smiled and just kissed him again, this time letting his tongue explore the wet insides of the other otter's muzzle with added depth. Nathan allowed his own tongue to mingle and entwine with Devon's, and a tender moan erupted between the two of them as they held each other.
Kissing him was just about everything Devon hoped it would be, and more. Those webbed paws felt remarkable as they glided his fur.
"I was, actually." Devon finally answered as they broke their kiss, the two of them panting lightly.
"Well. How about we... see what happens after competition?"
"Deal." Devon nodded, with the biggest smile he'd had in weeks.